The Doctor

Just finished chasing Caleb from the front porch, across the front yard, down the side of the house, and up the stairs of the neighbor's deck. He's a fast little snot!

Aye, good luck! I'm already tuned in, and it's a hoot!

Ernie Keebler

Glad to hear you're on the mend, Merry! The beautiful weather continues, I ordered the buttons for my new kit, my new cell phone arrived and works nicely, the new issue of "Renaissance" magazine is here, and I've got my new idiot manager's back up against the wall. Life's good! (Aside from Rumba trying to torture me.... )

Birds chirping, ducks quacking, and Blackmore's Night's "Mond Tanz / Child In Time". :)

^ is a favourite blonde

Again, I'm late to the party... *sigh* Lovely pics, and an even lovelier pyrate. :)

I'm exhausted! (!!!!) I cleared the dead brush from our bit of shoreline, put landscaping stone around both trees in the front yard and planted flowers there as well, and put mulch on the garden so Janelle can start planting. And this beer tastes so good!

You rang?

Not a bad head o' hair for a bloke pushin' 42, eh? Not too much gray, and it is dark brown, Rumba, love. The light was behind me, I suppose. Whatever. It looks better than me DMV photo, by a damn sight!

blue balls What?! Like them little blue balls they play handball with, yeah? What's all the sniggering?

Relieved. The results of Wednesday's bloodwork came back, and I'm A-OK across the board. My EKG was so textbook normal it was silly. Time to crack open the rum!!!

Part lighting, and part American Indian. I tried to adjust it, but it can't make it work. I'm just a red man. I'll get browner as the months pass, but the red overtones hang on. Moderater: (and ye know who ye be) If the images prove too repulsive to leave up, I'll pull 'em off me server, yeah? No use scarin' the natives, as it were.

Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult "I've got a fever! And the only cure... is more cowbell!"

That's why I'm not grinning. Chewing through the restraints every morning is hard on the teeth!

Against my better judgment (as if I had any good judgement), I'm posting a couple pictures of my ugly self. Sorry, but I take no responsibility for lost meals. Yuck!

In my early years, I worked at the Alabama Space And Rocket Center (now known simply as The Space Center). I operated a ride called the Lunar Odyssey. A centrifuge ride, that exerted approximately 3.2 G's for roughly 7 1/2 minutes. It accellerated slowly, and decellerated in about the same space of time. We had more than one person ask to get off in order to blow chow, but no one on my watch ever croaked. We had an extensive laundry list of medical conditions that we had to loudly recite, and hush the patrons to make sure everyone got the message. I can't imagine that WDW would gloss over precautions like that, and I doubt they do. The thing is, people have to take personal responsibility for their own well being and set aside their enthusiasm if it obviously puts them in peril!!!. Otherwise, God and Darwin will shake hands, and cull said twit from the gene pool. Yeah, it's unfortunate. Yeah, undiagnosed conditions will sneak through. I'm not trying to be an insensitive @ss about this. But bad things happen. The majority are avoidable, however. OK, somebody else can have my soapbox now.

Sitting on a conference call with my new idiot manager. This guy couldn't find a glass of water if you dropped him in a lake.

You've got it right. And I think Dorian is the right honourable owner of the turn. :)

Here's one from a cult classic... "Mr. President, I am a soldier. And I'm a damn good one. I've got enough decorations to snap a Christmas tree. All I'm trying to say is, and I hope I speak for everyone in this room, is that I am scared. I'm barely holding my... fudge, right now."

Ah, a blissfully peaceful night. No memorable dreams. :)

“PIRACY, n. Commerce without its folly-swaddles, just as God made it." ~ Ambrose Bierce, "The Devil's Dictionary"

steer

"Foreigners cannot enjoy our food, I suppose, any more than we can enjoy theirs. It is not strange; for tastes are made, not born. I might glorify my bill of fare until I was tired; but after all, the Scotchman would shake his head, and say, 'Where's your haggis?' and the Fijan would sigh and say, 'Where's your missionary?'" ~ Mark Twain

"Who the hell took the cork off my lunch?!" ~ W. C. Fields