Who'da Thunk?

Found this little quiz over at Bou's, and gave it a shot.

Heheh.

Blinding Ourselves

Just read this piece by Bloodspite over at Techography. Good writing, and good point... check it out.

Chicago Meet

Late last month, I had the opportunity to meet some fellow bloggers... people who actually post with real live computers! More than likely, you've heard about it. If not, here's my true and accurate account. Remember, it was a month ago, so there is a chance, just a chance, that I may have a detail or two twisted. A very slight chance indeed.

I left straight from work, and arrived at Cafe Ba-ba Ree-ba in good time. Such good time that at first I thought that I was the first one to get there! I looked around a bit, and saw a man backed into a corner, growling and snapping at anyone who came within a 6 ft. circle of him. "Ah," said I, "that must be Laughing Wolf!"

I walked over and introduced myself, and held out my hand. He sniffed at it, then bit the hell out of it (really... I have a scar!) before giving me a firm handshake. We had a nice visit with no further oddities. Well, except for the few times he bared his teeth and snapped at me when I was reaching for an olive. Would have liked to visit with him a bit more, but by then the others started to arrive.

Next to arrive were Eric and Blackfive. Actually, Eric is the only one who walked right in... Matt stayed outside for a while. I think he was trying to psych himself up for the big meeting. Eric was awfully shy... couldn't hardly get him to say a word at first. The Wolf and I managed to get ahold of some skewers, and after a few good jabs, Eric finally started giving us one syllable answers. Still no Blackfive.

Waiting for Matt to make his entrance, I noticed two tall women come walking in together. Hotties they be! It was my blog sisters, Tammi and Teresa! However, it didn't take long, especially after Tammi pretended that she didn't know me, to see that these two aren't much for talking either. Actually, they seemed quite grouchy... I don't think Teresa smiled once all evening. Looked like the burden of carrying the conversation was being dropped on me.

Matt had shown up while we were all getting aquainted, but he was just as quiet as Eric... hell, at one point, I thought that they were trying to hide behind each other, but I may have been mistaken. While I was tying to get them to talk, in walked The Blog-Fadduh, and his lovely wife, TNT. She seemed to fit right in with Tammi and Teresa, but I'm pretty sure that she did smile once. I don't think the other two liked that very much.

Harvey was very intimidating... he stopped a few feet away from everyone else, then held out his hand. I looked at him, and asked, "WTF???" No sooner was the question out of my mouth, than I was being kicked in the satchel and, immediately after I hit the floor, face! His wife was screaming, "Kiss the ring, assholes!" Eric was unbelievably quick to respond... never have I seen someone move that fast! The others weren't far behind. The entire staff of the restaurant lined up, too! Rather impressive!

As the line to kiss Harvey's ring was dying down, I heard a voice saying to the hostess, "Hello, I'm Johnny Cash." It gave me a start a first, and then I remembered that it would be very unlikely to hear the original anymore. I turned around, and there was Graumagus; blog father, co-worker (ex), and Johnny Cash impersonator, decked out in all black. (But of course.)

The food was excellent, and after a couple of kegs, everyone started to lighten up a bit. Eric and Matt finally started talking, though most of that was mumbled threats about what they would do to Harvey if he tried to make them kiss his ring again. Teresa never did smile, but she didn't seem quite so grouchy. Tammi took one of the skewers that the Wolf and I had commandeered, and was playing fetch with him. Harvey and Grau carried on a long conversation, with TNT acting as Harvey's mouthpiece... I don't think I heard him actually talk. Only quiet whispers to TNT, who then relayed his words to the rest of us.

After.... OH, CRAP!!! I'm thinking that maybe it didn't go down this way at all! I can't remember for sure. Whether it did or not, it was still a great time! One of the best times I've had in a while. Most of you have already read the others' accounts, but for those that haven't, check these out:

Blackfive
Eric
Grau
Laughing Wolf
Tammi
Teresa
TNT
And Harvey's series: Matt O'Blackfive (Major league asskissery here... :) ), Laughing Wolf, Eric, Grau, and me

If you ever get the chance to go to a blogmeet, hop on it. I guarantee that it will be worth your while!

An Ode

Not much to post tonight... worked too long today. But here's something that I wrote on a shop order after my computer blew itself up. Shows how I felt; in a couple different ways.

Friendships you have brought to me,
Unknowns you've revealed.
Crossed with me o'er most the globe,
Kept my thoughts concealed.

The blinding flash that took you,
Ending your short life,
Ripped right through my sanity,
Sharper than a knife.
!

Catching Up

Wow! It's good to be back home... but looking around, I'm seeing that there are a lot of things that have fallen behind. The Bad Example Blog Family has grown like frickin' crazy! Mating fools they are. Heheh! Must update.

I've also got to make a seperate listing for bloggers that have graced me with their presence, which should be done in a day or two. Just depends on time. I've been surfing like crazy the past two days! Anyway, while off, I had the privilege of meeting some very great people, and Harvey, too. So I'll tell you a little about that, also.

Picking up around the place is a must, as Eric, while not a total slob, has left White Castle wrappers all over the place. I've already taken the bean bag chair outside and hosed it off. The nasty part is that I didn't have to pick it up... it stuck to my frickin' leg!!! I'm praying like hell that it was just that beer that he spilled when he first started blogsitting... seems like years ago.

I do have to thank all of you who've been making regular stops. It's very much appreciated. Sorry I kept you hanging for so long.

Thanks to the two who took the reins for me, Harvey, and the afore mentioned beer spiller, for keeping this place from falling in... I owe you a few beverages! Of course, you're going to have to share. I ain't that nice and appreciative!

Also, big thanks and hugs to my two blogsisters, Tammi and Teresa, who made sure that I could get back online. Sanity has been restored to me, to be removed from you. Thank these two! They are just too cool!

So anyway, that's it for right now, as I'm going to go visit you. Maybe I'll have another post for you later. Peace out, peoples. V

I'm Back

Hi, my name is T1G, and I'm back. Just lettin' you know. See ya all tommorrow.

Things I Learned While I Was on Liberty in Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Really, Really Drunk - Part 30

(A Guest Post by Harvey of Bad Example)

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It's not easy being Wang's bitch, but at least you get to dress pretty.

Things I Learned While I Was on Liberty in Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Really, Really Drunk - Part 29

(A Guest Post by Harvey of Bad Example)

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Forget about Godzilla - in Thailand, cities are frequently attacked by giant electric lobsters. RARRRR!

A Feeling

I'm a little confused... this is a feeling that is a little foreign to me. Perhaps you could help me figure out what's going on with me.

It happens so easily, usually totally unexpected. In some cases a trip to the local tavern or pub increases the odds.

When it first occurs, you feel a warm sensation that just seems to spread throughout your being. The force with which this sensation comes over you varies... sometimes it strikes you with the power and impact of a waterfall. Other times, it begins with a trickle and ends in a torrent. And then there are times when the sensation is like a series of tentative caresses, then you are suddenly and totally engulfed... like being slowly lowered, and then dropped, into a warm, slowly moving river.

After a time, the warm feeling is gone, replaced by irritation... sometimes a major pain in the ass. Things tend to rub you the wrong way, and you are very easily chafed.

People start to notice that something is wrong, but you won't let anyone near you. There is no such thing as a "good mood" anymore.

Shame, no longer pride, is evident in your walk. You swear that others are talking behind your back... you are sure that you hear, "I told him that it was a bad idea," and "You can't force things to adapt to you, you've got to adapt to them. I told him that, but he wouldn't listen. Now look at him!"

You can't wait to be out of sight; to wash it all away in silence.

Did I just fall in and out of love?

Or did I just fill my shorts?

They sound pretty damn similar, don't they?

Some Questions, and Answers

I'm a little late with this, but at least it's something. Eric asked for victims volunteers to answer some questions, and I accepted. Here's a little more info about me, courtesy of the blogsitter, Eric.

1. ... during your recent computer problems, you chose two shady characters to guest post for you.. why on EARTH did you chose Eric and Harvey?.. surely you must have known that they'd be tearing the place apart... are you a glutton for punishment, or just a masochist?...

This is a good question, and I've been trying to figure out what exactly I was thinking when I asked these two to assist. I knew that there would be some snooping and prying about, but these two have been rooting around like hogs after truffles! Exposing secrets and such. Seriously, I asked Eric to help because I've enjoyed reading his blog, and I've often thought that he seems to be a hell of a lot like me... if I were to have a functioning brain. And Harvey? Who doesn't want Harvey on their blog? Actually, who's blog doesn't Harvey want to be on? I figured this would be another step, albeit a small one, in his quest to rule the Blogosphere. I'm truly suprised to see that none of the other bloggers at IMAO have suddenly ceased to be! Really, though he likes to be known as a Bad Example, he's a good egg. And a good old Blog Faddah. I really appreciate both of them taking time out to help. As for being a masochist? Only when the mood is right.

2. ... you have an unusual duality on your blog.. on one hand, you are bullied around your house by a mysterious squirrel.. and on the other hand, you are a former Marine who rides Harleys and chugs beer... what gives, man?.. are you one of those touchy-feelie Meterosexuals we've heard so much about?...

What the hell kinda question is this? Dude, if you only knew the whole story... Let me just say, any animal that steals and drinks beer is frightening, but to me, a squirrel is the utmost terror. A bit of advice: Never use large amounts of Acorn Cover Scent when hunting in areas that are loaded with squirrels. Especially not on
your pants. *shudder* You may never escape the nightmares. And NO, I am NOT a touchy-feelie meterosexual... *sniff* Damn you people and your teasing.

3.... what's the deal with Wang?...

I am not totally certain about Wang. Dude showed up one day, and he's been hanging about ever since. Said something about leaving a hottie from Peoria who was tearing him up. I don't know, truly. He seems to be opening up to Eric quite a bit, so I guess we're all in for an education.

4. ... who is more hot, and why?... Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady, Lee Marvin from Paint Your Wagon, or Jane Powell in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers?...

I realize that you are trying to stick with a "musical" theme, but if you had asked about Marvin in "Cat Ballou," this might have been a tighter contest. While a fine figure of a man, I just can't go with Lee on this one. And while Powell is a lovely, when you are pitting anyone against Audrey, she's usually going to walk away the victor. grrrrrrrrROOwllllll! Why? Another crazy question. How can you NOT go
with her? The woman was so incredibly hot!

5. ... ok.. enough of all that... time to redeem yourself, T1G... if you could get into a bar brawl with any three historical characters, who would they be, and why?...

I could load this up with Marines, but I'll keep it to one... Dan Daly. If you need to ask why after reading that link, please leave and don't come back. Hell, this is actually a tough question, in that the names are easy and many, but narrowing it down is something else. I'll just pop a couple more off. One is someone I read about long ago, but I've been impressed with him ever since; Simon Kenton. This guy was forced to run the gauntlet nine times! This guy never quit. I remember reading once that he was a rough, tough, and very homely man. And since this is a barroom brawl, might as well go with a pro. John Sullivan. Colorful character and another tough SOB.

I also wouldn't mind John Colter, Daniel Boone, Teddy Roosevelt... hell, this list could go on for a while.

Of course, if this question was meant as in getting into a fight
against three people, I would have to edit this list. I don't
mind a fight, but I'm not going to get my ass killed!

And just so you all know, I'm not back yet, but should be within the week... should.

Accent?!

Just for my blog sis Bou, who seems to think I have a strong Wisconsin/Illinois accent.

Hehe... I'm normal. :) At least 65%.

Things I Learned While I Was on Liberty in Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Really, Really Drunk - Part 28

(A Guest Post by Harvey of Bad Example)

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Thai girls like to give their breasts cute, rhyming names.

Things I Learned While I Was on Liberty in Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Really, Really Drunk - Part 27

(A Guest Post by Harvey of Bad Example)

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Neo would've been a hell of a lot happier if he'd followed the black scorpion instead of the white rabbit.

Things I Learned While I Was on Liberty in Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Really, Really Drunk - Part 26

(A Guest Post by Harvey of Bad Example)

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In Thailand, they understand that a sailor has his priorities.

Things I Learned While I Was on Liberty in Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Really, Really Drunk - Part 25

(A Guest Post by Harvey of Bad Example)

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In Thailand, couples never fight about whether the toilet seat is up or down.

Things I Learned While I Was on Liberty in Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Really, Really Drunk - Part 24

(A Guest Post by Harvey of Bad Example)

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A couple monks trying to raise money for the local Wang Scout troop.

Things I Learned While I Was on Liberty in Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Really, Really Drunk - Part 23

(A Guest Post by Harvey of Bad Example)

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The Wangmobile

Things I Learned While I Was on Liberty in Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Really, Really Drunk - Part 22

(A Guest Post by Harvey of Bad Example)

Friends of Wang stay at the fabulous Porn Guest House.

Things I Learned While I Was on Liberty in Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Really, Really Drunk - Part 21

(A Guest Post by Harvey of Bad Example)

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Introducing: THE WANGETTES!