tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112542572024-03-07T18:15:02.625-05:00Secret Thoughts of Stuffed Animals"Comedy is funnier than science, but science is more scientific"TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.comBlogger621125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-58324023556470769862019-04-12T19:30:00.001-05:002019-04-12T19:34:38.214-05:00Uncharted WatersYeah, it's been a very long time since I posted here. I actually forgot I had this little blog. Never the less, here I am.<br />
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I need some place to vent, and this blog is pretty disconnected from my online presence. So it's safe to talk about some things that I can't on Facebook. Now that I'm here, I'm not sure what to say.<br />
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I have known MM for 8 years. He was 15 and a brand new Senior Patrol Leader when I met him. I was a new Scoutmaster, and we began the leadership roles that would define us together.<br />
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Somewhere in there we became friends. MM aged out, and remained with the troop as adult leader. I mentored him, he helped me. Became my right hand. Became my kid brother.<br />
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We endured an episode of youth on youth sexual abuse in our troop. We spent hours and hours talking, discussing, supporting one another. He was the first person I texted when I had my heart attack, and he was the first non-family person I saw when I came out of surgery. Any time I needed help, he was there. He kept me on track and saw to the many things I tended to forget.<br />
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I trusted my son's life with him. I loved him. And I still do. That's the problem.<br />
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It turns out the young man I thought I knew had a dark side. For at least the past year, and probably longer, he has been sexually exploiting children. Using a fake Snap Chat profile to extort young boys into sending nude and sexually explicit pictures. Hundreds of them.<br />
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What the fuck, man. What the actual fuck.<br />
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I am beyond devastated. Broken. Rudderless.<br />
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I've been crying on and off for two weeks. Feeling angry, betrayed, heart broken, confused. Mourning the loss of a person I thought I knew. Someone I took pride in being partly responsible for. That's one of the great things about being a Scoutmaster. You get to take pride in the fine, upstanding young men you have a hand in molding. And then this happens.<br />
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I am friends with his father, and have been talking to him a lot. Trying to make sure he is OK. He is not.<br />
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Yesterday I talked to MM on the phone. He's in federal prison. I couldn't ask him any of the questions I have. I couldn't scream at him. All I could do was make small talk and ask him about his day. Surreal.<br />
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The hardest part of this is I still care about him. I worry for him. All while I am still horrified by him. And waiting for more information to come to light.<br />
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I read the complaint today, which is what prompted me to turn here. Absolutely revolting to read the details of the two charges against him, and the terrible knowledge that this is just the beginning.<br />
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I don't know where to go from here. How to feel or process. It's a nightmare from which there is no waking.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-57541039478630225192014-04-01T13:45:00.001-05:002014-04-01T13:45:33.133-05:00April FoolSo, my dear sweet 7 year old daughter left me an OREO in a plastic lunch bag with the following note:<br />
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"Here is a snack for work. Happy April fools day"<br />
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She replaced the filling with toothpaste.<br />
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Well played, daughter. Well played.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-87821922942021137672014-03-28T12:43:00.001-05:002014-03-28T12:43:09.816-05:00Rockin the cowboy hat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-2268387227906453182014-03-26T12:04:00.002-05:002014-03-26T12:04:54.599-05:00Disappointed by positive outcomesSo, I woke up a bit late this morning. I didn't tell anyone, but I was planning on using snow and (hopefully) unplowed roads as an excuse to work from home today.<br />
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The insane wind kept waking me up, mostly because my insane wife insists on keeping the bedroom window open. Anyway, I didn't look out the window, but it sure sounded like one hell of a snowstorm.<br />
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Got up this morning, looked out the window... no snow.<br />
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Woohoo! I hate snow. Now I have to go to work. D'oh.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-44157287009557565502014-03-25T12:34:00.001-05:002014-03-25T12:34:33.386-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-48471722497174945302014-03-25T12:23:00.001-05:002014-03-25T12:28:33.582-05:00Nick joins Cub Scouts!Exciting news! Nick has joined Cub Scouts! He's in Pack 11, Tiger Cub Den 6, and already hard at work on his Bobcat badge. Nick is very excited.<br />
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I joined as well, and am now Den Leader for Den 6. So, Nick and I will be having some adventures and learning new things together. I'm looking forward to our time together<br />
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UPDATE: Well, obviously this is an old post. Found it hiding in the drafts, and wrongly assumed it would post as written on the original date.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-84344807597451129372014-03-25T12:22:00.001-05:002014-03-25T12:22:58.218-05:00Burn OutSo, one thing I noticed while reading all my old posts: I used to be fairly passionate about my job. Granted, it's obvious I was stressed and ranted quite a bit. But that speaks of passion. I cared enough to get upset. I also used to be really busy.<br />
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Life here has changed. I can honestly say I don't give two shits about this place.<br />
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That's depressing. TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-54149130000677044662014-03-24T11:12:00.001-05:002014-03-24T13:53:34.953-05:00ADD is a misnomerThe problem with ADD is not actually a deficit of attention. Rather, it's an abundance.<br />
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Excluding hyperactivity (which I have never had, and why I wasn't diagnosed as a child), the two chief issues I have is too much attention and hyperfocus.<br />
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I'm able to give attention to something, for sure. Usually too much attention. The problem is, so many other things attract my attention, and I often move on before finishing whatever I was previously attending to. Hyperfocus is when my attention becomes narrowed to down to one thing, at the exclusion of all others.<br />
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Case in point: I just finished reading this entire blog. That's my major accomplishment for the past 18 hours. Yay me!<br />
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Update: Apparently I was so proud of my accomplishment, I did nothing else today. Yay me squared! TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-24395527605917708272014-03-23T19:11:00.000-05:002014-03-23T19:11:18.954-05:00Life of SighHas it really been almost 4 years since I last posted here? Stupid Facebook.<br />
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I spent a good chunk of the evening reading through old posts, mostly trying to decide if it's worth investing the energy to revive this blog.<br />
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The reason I even revisited this blog in the first place was my discovery of Allie Brosh and her blog <a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Hyperbole and a Half</a> . Nick (now 10) bought her book a few weeks back, and I finally got around to checking it out. I read it cover to cover, and then spent most of last night reading her blog.<br />
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I could, and should, gush at some length about how amazing and funny she is. I won't though, because the new Walking Dead will be on soon and I got shit to do before it starts. Suffice to say, she has caused me to think about my blogging days, and whether or not I should pick the habit up again. I've become a respectable citizen, and have to keep my FB presence fairly clean. While I enjoy being respectful, this blog (while not hidden) isn't exactly public, and would be a good place to vent my spleen. I'd like to think I could be as funny as Allie, but I'm not that person and probably shouldn't strive for it. But I have shit to get off my chest, and this might be a good venue.<br />
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So, we'll see. For now, consider this me resurfacing and saying "Hey!"<br />
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Hey!<br />
<br />TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-43501767454451199222010-07-31T22:49:00.001-05:002010-07-31T22:51:26.733-05:00LumbagoOn occasion, I am reminded that being lazy takes a toll. That, and getting old.<br /><br />I mowed the lawn today, front and back. broke out the weed trimmer, then got down on my knees and ripped out all the shot growing along the stone wall.<br /><br />It looks nice now, but my back hurts. Stupid growing old.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-54073623356739967502010-07-29T20:41:00.002-05:002010-07-29T20:51:38.808-05:00Tales from the CryptGray cloth caskets are cheap. When I say cheap, I mean really, really cheap. Fiberboard covered with gray cloth, the inside stuffed with straw. But if you can't afford a decent burial, or the departed is headed for the retort, it can seem like a smart choice.<br /><br />I spent a couple of years working at a funeral home that did a lot of business. On average, about 400-500 calls a year. We had a nice casket display room downstairs, with several versions of the mid and high range caskets on hand. The gray cloth we had one, and then several back ups in a warehouse a few miles away.<br /><br />So, one day we're burying a rather heavy gentleman in a gray cloth. The morning of the funeral, the mourners came to the funeral home to pay their last respects. After a final viewing, we ushered them out to their cars to await the hearse and the ride to the church. Once everyone was out of the funeral home and in their cars, we closed up the casket and went to move it on to the church truck. Four of us grabbed the casket, one at each corner. We lifted, and the casket rose. All except for the bottom and the corpse.<br /><br />Not good. Worse, we didn't have another gray cloth on hand. As the unknowing family and friends sat idling in their cars, waiting to proceed to the church, me and one of the other guys jumped in a van and sped off to the warehouse to grab a replacement.<br /><br />All that is bad enough. But it gets better. We get to the warehouse, which is a garage for the hearses. There's a second floor where the caskets are kept. Thankfully, the hearses were not there. But we had to run up stairs, throw straps around a casket and use a hoist to lower it down to the ground floor. Then, load it in to the van and race back to the funeral home.<br /><br />We got back, put the casket on the church truck, and lifted the body in. Thankfully, the second casket did not give out during the service. The family was never the wiser.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-90531953952327636492010-06-03T20:40:00.002-05:002010-06-03T20:46:30.611-05:00Sticky KeysSo, the other day the FM transmitter I use to listen to my iPod in the car crapped out on me. I've been listening to NPR during my commute.<br />Yesterday they had a bit about how the interwebs are re-wiring our brains. The plus is people are getting better at multi-tasking. The negative is we're moving away from more contemplative modes of thinking.<br /><br />Which caused me to contemplate that I haven't blogged in a while. A long while. Been too busy with FB and tweeting and absorbing vast amounts of useless information for short periods of time.<br /><br />At the same time, I've been going through some rather significant changes in the direction of my life. I've been giving a lot of thought to the direction I'm headed in, and how to best answer my calling to service. Still haven't figured it out yet, but I'm starting to get involved. Starting to grow up.<br /><br />It's a strange feeling.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-4443953321588485882009-10-25T18:59:00.001-05:002009-10-25T19:01:42.115-05:00Halloween 09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnj8qHajNnGNG3yn-rSOZutLzE5jBjurnyRGGz1BOaTZqVxPo15SsMHEHaKEWveYP_2B0kkbNx8MQASRsnN_TGLiA61KuZUczlrTxC8UBDiMxUpxnGnKGYV6Yk-HUBQa_Wxtr5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0640.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnj8qHajNnGNG3yn-rSOZutLzE5jBjurnyRGGz1BOaTZqVxPo15SsMHEHaKEWveYP_2B0kkbNx8MQASRsnN_TGLiA61KuZUczlrTxC8UBDiMxUpxnGnKGYV6Yk-HUBQa_Wxtr5Q/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396692023413914562" border="0" /></a>TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-18438656080651245362009-09-22T07:47:00.002-05:002009-09-22T07:49:36.424-05:00The curse of microbloggingOh, it's been a while since I posted here. Thanks to Facebook and Twitter, I often don't take the time to jot down a thought that's more than a sentence or two long. Sigh.<br /><br />So, news. TKJr joined the local cub scout troop. So did I. I'm now a den leader. Hopefully this will help me grow as both a parent and adult. It's overdue.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-54378192216482580832009-06-19T20:37:00.003-05:002009-06-19T20:42:59.012-05:00Smell My PictureSo, a few weeks ago I hooked up with a professional photographer to get some quality pictures of me in my home made Residents costume. Bill Hicks, the photog, does wedding photography and is looking to expand into costumed portraits. I got some awesome free shots, he got some stuff for his portfolio. <br /><br />Great guy, and he did a fantastic job. You can check him out <a href="http://www.bhphotographer.com/">here</a>. Here's a few samples:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKzy_kkF5IxPBlmDyzZLhzScebwyR6TSYlXFyUXCKk9d-NGqLEJukecGKwVpGKxuhjwPOeO_YRSm9nSk2lYnpKGaGbhWiqfMfMIZ0rN-cDb6Z6vY1oWhCz2sE9forbEBnTZCtog/s1600-h/06072009-192819.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKzy_kkF5IxPBlmDyzZLhzScebwyR6TSYlXFyUXCKk9d-NGqLEJukecGKwVpGKxuhjwPOeO_YRSm9nSk2lYnpKGaGbhWiqfMfMIZ0rN-cDb6Z6vY1oWhCz2sE9forbEBnTZCtog/s320/06072009-192819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349218419934501762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_I3g2e4P1N0ivMBGN79BBh3f04WO7Wn2e908tjGtpUplDb0CdkEr1iU7_-LVPN3Cvf9GCu8e0Fm89w7eZ804qpJlwsnHVl80XsHBgVTUuMKqngJCWX65C5muAoPFXmGoZWiPuw/s1600-h/06072009-192050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_I3g2e4P1N0ivMBGN79BBh3f04WO7Wn2e908tjGtpUplDb0CdkEr1iU7_-LVPN3Cvf9GCu8e0Fm89w7eZ804qpJlwsnHVl80XsHBgVTUuMKqngJCWX65C5muAoPFXmGoZWiPuw/s320/06072009-192050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349218418782657202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVhnPb-kxQL1zGsfS_yOytgmWevMK-KrzkK_jW0r8kdLaPPUknWg4MCFNyCIX90EBvZ7c00-w9nLCCgeGMMYOFztrlsCJQNdH2eom17ikPpgYIpeAWkD0WiNqxrKqpa3XdqWC2w/s1600-h/06072009-183430.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVhnPb-kxQL1zGsfS_yOytgmWevMK-KrzkK_jW0r8kdLaPPUknWg4MCFNyCIX90EBvZ7c00-w9nLCCgeGMMYOFztrlsCJQNdH2eom17ikPpgYIpeAWkD0WiNqxrKqpa3XdqWC2w/s320/06072009-183430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349218416362839170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUN0hOMaKuOcOf6WFTO1Op-zZQ2dy79Ds0J3WptFLVspv0vAt-D713DFBTbmZlx7McZ4TgaGoevqzDpETFiF6yZN85ozRFeexHg8wDZE0CruRHzPbj1TQrs4y47pa95voO7dhxdQ/s1600-h/06072009-180132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUN0hOMaKuOcOf6WFTO1Op-zZQ2dy79Ds0J3WptFLVspv0vAt-D713DFBTbmZlx7McZ4TgaGoevqzDpETFiF6yZN85ozRFeexHg8wDZE0CruRHzPbj1TQrs4y47pa95voO7dhxdQ/s320/06072009-180132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349218410958706082" border="0" /></a>TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-50695584387920578692009-06-17T19:19:00.000-05:002009-06-17T19:20:21.833-05:00RIP Bob Bogle<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ei9JqUvPDMA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ei9JqUvPDMA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-56625523032051762962009-04-24T08:25:00.001-05:002009-04-24T08:25:51.994-05:00Happy Birthday, BluebirdMy little girl turns 3 today. Time goes by fast with these little ones. Seems like just yesterday I carried her in the crook of my arm.<br /><br />Happy b-day, Izzy.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-39265905798528345432009-04-19T20:23:00.002-05:002009-04-19T20:28:15.079-05:00Toy of the week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLgNzaumb2_p6BhO3MlYg-FY7X9csly5uf4olIFl5gNVaoJYkx_h9Qjja4j1HgGJOhemORzQ0kqtZiZe7BeTgZxKyEAR5d15P0izZj4FaXbs5WQfJq5Knx2GXRMKi0JBB0_URtg/s1600-h/stripe.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLgNzaumb2_p6BhO3MlYg-FY7X9csly5uf4olIFl5gNVaoJYkx_h9Qjja4j1HgGJOhemORzQ0kqtZiZe7BeTgZxKyEAR5d15P0izZj4FaXbs5WQfJq5Knx2GXRMKi0JBB0_URtg/s320/stripe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326579149314135698" border="0" /></a>Stripe, from Gremlins. My sister had Gizmo, but I of course preferred his counterpart.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-87342951863965195002009-03-18T19:46:00.003-05:002009-03-18T19:48:12.280-05:00You've been warned!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cnzGaOovimLEurSWiexJwJ3T3HAzkYhUuTYkjft9zreteqvNNQzvjJ9kk9bMDiTzGBd46yJORBGwSB5LmVOO-QkZh5l8JoFnSnQrEerDE4Jf3rIk0u1tktFNZB-wN9JjxwlaYw/s1600-h/255080100_1f07c2b436_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cnzGaOovimLEurSWiexJwJ3T3HAzkYhUuTYkjft9zreteqvNNQzvjJ9kk9bMDiTzGBd46yJORBGwSB5LmVOO-QkZh5l8JoFnSnQrEerDE4Jf3rIk0u1tktFNZB-wN9JjxwlaYw/s320/255080100_1f07c2b436_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314694000400202370" border="0" /></a>Found via <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medicalmuseum/">flikr</a>TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-83128755944227875182009-03-13T22:51:00.002-05:002009-03-13T22:53:32.660-05:00You know your life is pretty sad when...... you're psyched that you made it through an entire day at work wearing a T shirt with bowel movements all over it.<br /><br />I said "HA HA!"TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-22929465223185271602009-03-07T23:13:00.002-05:002009-03-07T23:16:18.211-05:00No compromise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rVnzYYmAJiSByasTw4ovbOFJPPyGpEV3vD5D32BN0I_kXlmp-FoQU46dFrawkUvGY5gVQJNqrM0zi9VceP63PGgQwAoT9lPmDm-m8tsxMIg5pqNyaKVcb-SiLsFY1_r8IFkchw/s1600-h/gibbonish_00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rVnzYYmAJiSByasTw4ovbOFJPPyGpEV3vD5D32BN0I_kXlmp-FoQU46dFrawkUvGY5gVQJNqrM0zi9VceP63PGgQwAoT9lPmDm-m8tsxMIg5pqNyaKVcb-SiLsFY1_r8IFkchw/s320/gibbonish_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310665899665732706" border="0" /></a><br />So, KG and I just got home from seeing Watchmen.<br /><br />Well done, Mr. Snyder. Yeah, there was stuff missing. Yeah, some things were changed. But I really don't think we could have gotten a better movie than this. I'm very pleased.<br /><br />I'm sure I'll have more to say at a later date. For no, suffice to say I give it a big thumbs up.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-29461192571237440032009-02-26T08:49:00.001-05:002009-02-26T08:50:52.835-05:00Nuke it!Just for shits and giggles. You can input any location or address, choose your weapon, and see what kind of mayhem is unleashed.<br /><br />Good, clean fun.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.carloslabs.com/projects/200712B/GroundZero.html" width="475" height="600" align="MIDDLE" frameborder="0"></iframe>TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-30500340211079766082009-02-24T21:34:00.001-05:002009-02-24T21:36:35.499-05:00RorschachI made this a few years back. Just curious what people might see when they look at:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjtJY55XFKRLkaO_BomimTEK9JnDw7xdMZNqcNs2Pa7vFf9qNbUYMESshLqlEZr4LI7W1NCKgIr-5DPZb1Ex02TpXcAPGgcuabzy0Gr_EH5iUZLy39DkZIzbLfOv9L6y7NxaOig/s1600-h/alien_blot.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjtJY55XFKRLkaO_BomimTEK9JnDw7xdMZNqcNs2Pa7vFf9qNbUYMESshLqlEZr4LI7W1NCKgIr-5DPZb1Ex02TpXcAPGgcuabzy0Gr_EH5iUZLy39DkZIzbLfOv9L6y7NxaOig/s320/alien_blot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306558178160647874" border="0" /></a>TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-69228847424858108152009-02-23T21:28:00.005-05:002009-02-23T21:33:00.980-05:00Oh yeah, the blog...I, like a few others I know, have been sucked into the cult of facebook. Though I don't blog much over there, I do waste a lot of time "socializing."<br /><br />In addition, we purchased a scanner this weekend, so my squirrel of the week is scanning old family photos. Good times.<br /><br />With the exception of the wonderful folks goggling "fucking stuffed animals" and "chocatas", most readers here see me over there. So, in the spirit of a real update, here's a few exclusive pictures:<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0qvotqanXSauiX-a_N5xJdhzhXdvez2v1YZo-CkakzI8UKx0Xyu_x3gl-9_ZZbnBZgwPFwbMek8ZingkZ8_CIrA11T6AdzfxJIv6GFUkdEFkDHqiujuvruThuNvMoEoqXzcRwQ/s1600-h/Teenage_finger.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0qvotqanXSauiX-a_N5xJdhzhXdvez2v1YZo-CkakzI8UKx0Xyu_x3gl-9_ZZbnBZgwPFwbMek8ZingkZ8_CIrA11T6AdzfxJIv6GFUkdEFkDHqiujuvruThuNvMoEoqXzcRwQ/s320/Teenage_finger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306185392226598578" border="0" /></a>Note the totally awesome Genesis poster behind me<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdh7huvQeSk-fKrhjVP6jWjrMiXnZI-4HZ2XE4a1BMWaUcxaeeiCJBOWi5g2i1tj8f5YQV-tsparbNj76ncV8Xjij_UakhNRwUXfX8XNOKmQ0GqT9rr_yxBzEbiRkfgB9QZqZVQ/s1600-h/Mr_Postman1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdh7huvQeSk-fKrhjVP6jWjrMiXnZI-4HZ2XE4a1BMWaUcxaeeiCJBOWi5g2i1tj8f5YQV-tsparbNj76ncV8Xjij_UakhNRwUXfX8XNOKmQ0GqT9rr_yxBzEbiRkfgB9QZqZVQ/s320/Mr_Postman1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306185394480660898" border="0" /></a>Going postal at the tender age of 2.TK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11254257.post-68094768564177863022009-02-11T20:29:00.003-05:002009-02-11T20:31:28.706-05:00Sweet Jesus Noooo!The following sneak peak at Cobra Commander from the new GI JOE movie leaked today. Not that I was expecting anything but shit, but seriously:<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKgVPhtZpgHSpFiwo6aSrBfY1DPIDvrgOwlig1R3pOzLzvI60G5RY0vtqjgkgDiD9CW5-wVnaUaDXtQRimw9i3FF3X_1qsCm5_0OQsHlactHBSctQLBX2SmFg5Lggjp5UW4wKqQ/s1600-h/sweetgodnonoooo-thumb-570x435.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKgVPhtZpgHSpFiwo6aSrBfY1DPIDvrgOwlig1R3pOzLzvI60G5RY0vtqjgkgDiD9CW5-wVnaUaDXtQRimw9i3FF3X_1qsCm5_0OQsHlactHBSctQLBX2SmFg5Lggjp5UW4wKqQ/s320/sweetgodnonoooo-thumb-570x435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301717033601785954" border="0" /></a><br />My reaction can be summed up with the following clip:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oep4mRpmrkQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oep4mRpmrkQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Nuff saidTK8103http://www.blogger.com/profile/09882011925477895620noreply@blogger.com2