August 19th, 2003

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A singing bear that promises to scar your children for life. Or just embarrass you with what your children now sing when neighbors come over...

How long until someone crosses the great animal divide and we have plushie porn to go with this one?

Maybe you are already scarred for life. The damage is done, and you want to revel in your antisocial behavior? We have dolls for that too!

They will never figure out my secret identity!

Whack some petrolium based alien nads.

Is it just me, or does this sound like a cheesy Japanese movie?

I think I need to do this on my journal! Come on! Show us what ya got!!!
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A farm about a half mile from the house has a corn maze!!!!

So, I have a HUGE back log of pictures to post. 300+ from the Historic Auto Races alone.

Maybe I will just consider that time period a black hole, and just post new pictures. (READ: I'm too lazy to pick and choose which pictures to post, and I don't think I have enough disk space for all the images.)

I think it's official, my parents (or more precisely my Mom) is out of control. I have to take about 3 truck loads of yard debris to the the recycling center type place every week. When will the madness end! When can I wash my truck, and have it stay clean longer than three days?

So, if I were to put old pictures up (old being, since I lost me previous web hosting a few months ago), what would people most like to see? Flowers? Scenery? Dogs? Cars? People? Me picking my nose? Enquiring minds want to know!
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Here are some pictures of the moon that I took last month. To get these, I used two tripod, with a spotting scope on one, and my digital comera on the other. Getting the scope lined up on the moon, then the camera lined up on the scope, all before the moon had moved to far was a real pain in the ass. I hope you enjoy the results. (And two bonus sunset pictures.)

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Apologies if I deleted someone by mistake. I was at 740 some friends, mostly communities, and I wanted to get down to under 500, so I removed myself from a bunch of the slower communities. If I accidently deleted a live person, I'm sorry. Let me know, and I'll re-add you.
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You are The Cap'n!



Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.




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