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BlogToday is Lisa's birthday which means today she finally turned 18. Since I'm 21 that also means for 6 months we're only 3 years apart. As a special birthday present, I got the neighbor to wake us up at 8:00am with a
tree removal service which made her very happy. Through some weird cosmic anomaly, today also marks the 3rd anniversary of
Enorym's California exodus. The statute of limitations on friendship states that any friend who does not return for a visit after 3 years of absence officially does not exist anymore. The
recruitment for a new Enorym never really took off, so it looks like I'm out a Myrn. Unfortunate, but who am I to argue with regulations.
MorlockPrime is finally having his housewarming party this coming Friday (July 28th). There will be a full keg of
Oberon brand beer, along with various intoxicating and non-intoxicating beverages available (and various types of meat). If you know where I live, consider this your personal invitation and feel free to join us anytime after 6pm.
UPDATE: Party PhotosAfter deciding I have entirely too much junk in my house, and that most of it was too large to ship (non-eBayable), I decided to try and sell my junk at my
Beta house. Yesterday went rather well and I sold almost 40% of it (60% if I measure by volume). I'm hoping today goes as well, which would net me over $200 for crap I was going to throw out anyways. If you're "in the know" stop on by, I'll be here 9am - 5pm all day. Those of you who have been patiently waiting for the day you could buy my
InstaPool, wait no longer. It's here, and only $60! Drive slowly, I don't want any accidents in the rush for my pool.
OK, it's really a Groundhog, but Badgers are cooler and I get away with putting
this link up for mentioning Badger. It's been living under my deck for about a month now, and today I noticed a second one. Apparently my deck is a happening place for bachelor groundhogs. It's kind of cool having them around, but I know they probably aren't the best thing for the integrity of my deck foundation. Keith if you read this bring your air rifle when you visit Michigan, you can do some good old southern animal killing.
Years have passed (4.5 to be
exact) since the
Gnome Cam began dutifully snapping captures of my porch at 5-minute intervals. Through those years, as the cam became a witness to history, I've had a frequent request for faster update times. The request usually goes something like: "That cam is super mega awesome, your porch is like happening central! I can't get enough of it! I need more than just 5-minute intervals of capture goodness!" to which I reply "Not even
Stavos can convince me to up the capture time, friend." I was happy with this answer for almost 5 years, but lately I've begun to realize how important my porch is to humanity, and how selfish it is to only share 5 minute increments of it with the world. Thus,
Gnome Cam Live is born. Because I'm a Microsoft zealot who hates all things non-Microsoft (or because Media Encoder comes free and I'm cheap) it only works for sure in Windows Media Player. Also, the timing of my live cam has nothing at all to do with the recent release of
Duane's live cam.
Joseph has gone back to cross-country truck hauling and lastnight he hauled 30,000 lbs of paper towel to a distributor. I have never seen 30,000lbs of paper towel in my life, but I imagine it takes up quite a bit of volume. Today he found out exactly how much volume it is when they spent over eight hours unloading it with a forklift. I wished him good luck with his load and went on with my life a bit more knowlegeable about the transportation of goods in this country.
Tonight marked the end of my 4-day
Milwaukee odyssey. The trip started as a visit to Lisa's brother and her new nephew; but quickly escalated to record temperatures and cheap beer. After arriving Friday night the temperature proceeded to climb to and remain in the 90's the entire trip, topping out at
100 degrees on Sunday. The only logical thing to do was visit a brewery and take the $3 unlimited sample tour to maintain hydration, which was exactly what we did. After drinking all the beer and pop we could hold, we decided to call it a night and rest up for the next days
custard adventure. On our way back, Lisa decided to drive in an
unsafe manner which required some
quick talking on my part to keep her out of jail.
For those of you who actually read this far, and believe we were driving around in 208 degree temperature, at which point the human body begins to boil, it was actually
closer to half that, but the engine temp seemed to be more inline with perceived reality.
Cougarfest, the yearly event I started for 1999-2002 Mercury Cougars ended yesterday. This year I drove down on Tuesday, July 4th for a total of five nights, the longest Cougarfest I've had yet. Fortunately I wasn't the only nut who showed up so early, and we decided to celebrate the holiday by
lighting fireworks off the
hotel roof. Naturally the security guard was not happy with our choice, and confiscated our stash. The next morning we found out just how much money Cougarfest brings in to the hotel when we were apologized to and our fireworks returned to us by the management. Never before have I been apologized to for comitting an illegal act. Highlights from this year include a
15 Cougar drive-in,
pool volleyball,
Karaoke,
rental car abuse,
Ranger abuse and the events leading to the
best photo of me ever. The Canadians and my local group of Cougar owners always make the event enjoyable, but this year everyone was also blessed with the entertainment of
laughing seizure Lisa, who despite having little interest in Cougars still managed to have a great time. The drive to and from Cougarfest was uneventful, so I entertained myself by
zipping up and down our caravan from time to time.
Caravan Photos |
Event Photos
Lastnight Lisa and I went to see the Waterford fireworks at
Maceday lake after a short round of
Disc golf. By pure dumb luck we managed to park right next to where they were launching the fireworks. So close in fact that my car was parked
right next to the fireline. As we got
settled, a beat up pickup truck flew into the space between my Cougar and the no-parking sign, breaking through the fireline tape in the process. My sphincter clenched as I thought of my car being hit, or burning from the various sparklers the 8 hick kids in the back were now waving near the hood of my car. Lisa jerked as her maternal instinct kicked in, but I held her back. I told her how I had
burned a BoohBah with some hicks just last weekend, how my hick friend
Keith in Mississippi had recently shot a bird while I was on the phone with him, and that
Duane was becoming an honorary hick. I was convinced my "faggoty girl car" reeked of hick smell from my proximity to my friends and my recent travels to Brighton and Howell. I knew the toothless people in the pickup would pass my car off as just another car on blocks abandoned by the side of the road. The fireworks commenced shortly afterwards and we imitated "The Smurfs" with plenty of ooo's and ahhh's. The hick truck took off after the disappointing grand finale most likely to make moonshine and pass out somewhere. We were
almost home when I felt a wobble in the rear end (the cars, not mine) and pulled over fearing sheered lugs. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw it was only a flat tire and had Lisa time me as I changed it. Today I brought the tire to a firestone dealer ranting and raving about a failed sidewall belt to which he replied "somebody knifed your tire, man." The knowledge that the hick truck people had slashed my tire rushed in and I felt betrayed by the hick community. The tire guy took pity on me and offered to replace my $120 tire if I purchased $60 worth of road hazard warranty. He also told me that categorizing a group of people based on their appearance or lifestyle was called stereotyping, and was not a reliable method of predicting behavior or actions of individuals believed to belong to this group. I knew he was right, and took the whole incident as a life lesson: when a hick approaches your girl car, pull out a firearm and aim for his head, that's the only way to stop them.
As
you can see, the Gnome Cam has been hit by a focused electromagnetic pulse weapon. I can only assume my neighbor fired the shot as he's been bragging about taking down jets over his house with his
EMP gun recently. The gun is not all that accurate so I'm guessing the cam was only hit with fallout from a close shot, resulting in the melted images it's currently sending. This would also explain why my printer has been randomly printing fascist paraphernalia. Since a
new camera is over $100 I'm hoping the problem will fix itself like it did
last time an EMP hit it.
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