One for the road

Okay, I won't do a bunch of these, but this one is great. I know a lot of you hate conservatives, especially Rush Limbaugh. I don't listen to him much because he might be correct a lot, but he tends to be a self promoting, hypocritical blowhard. But one thing he's always had right, is that the 'anti-hooters', 'anti-Playboy' anti-men looking at and enjoying womens bodies/womens' rights movement was created by ugly women to get more access to men. Take a look at this picture and tell me he's completely wrong.






Liberal, pissed off, and proud of it. I think she's just hasn't gotten over Kerry/Edwards (Scarry Empywords) horrible defeat! Have a beer, and chill out. A little makeup probably wouldn't hurt either. Or at least an hour or two in a tanning salon?!

Yeah, I'm a STAR WARS fan!

Okay, this one says it all.

My money is on the one with the purple lightsaber. Must have been on loan from Mace Windu!

Soccer is over. My team "The Falcons" (go figure) finished their season 1-8. What can I say, they're eight, and I'm a middle aged fat guy that never played soccer in his life! Here is a pic of the team.

They are from left to right; Saul, Lenny, Ishan, Sean, Fabiola, Coach, Patrick (my boy), Steven, Orlando, and Antuan. A great group of kids that learned a lot, grew some, and hopefully learned that you don't always have to win to have fun.

The image was taken with a $100 digital video camera I got at wal-mart (sorry Oz, they had it cheaper, and your sales people are jerks). I have a video, but can't post it because I can't figure out how! Once Joy explains this confusing bit of tech, I'll get it up. More pictures from the post game party to follow later!

The Story Moves Along

Crimson Star, as I've titled it, is moving along well. I've asked Joy for a quick once over so she can help me make a plot decision (exactly how and why does a 16 year old girl leave on a dangerous mission into an alien filled galaxy?). This is one of those things that can drive a serious sci-fi fan absolutely nuts. Good story, plausable plot hook, enganging characters. Then they do things that would NEVER happen for any reason. Anyway, having been a 16 year old girl once before, she can hopefully provide some insight. If things progress well, I might post the first half dozen chapters for my faithful fans (both of them) to read.

My Primary Motivator

Oz is a great motivator. Figure I need to go along with his personality test thing. They are interesting. I wonder how long before he drags out the myers briggs?

You Have Low Self Esteem 40% of the Time

Generally, you feel pretty darn great about who you are, even when you mess up or fail.Occasionally, a huge setback will make you question yourself, but you pick yourself up quickly.

How is Your Self Esteem?

I'm 8% worse that him. Sounds about right, he's a lot thinner than me (scary, I know).

Your Inner Child Is Sad

You're a very sensitive soul.You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have.Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone.You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.

How Is Your Inner Child?

Yeah, this is accurate. Oz shouldn't feel to bad, my inner child has been going to college for over a decade. Between me and Atkins I'm trying to finally make the bastard graduate and move out of my basement!

Figures

Of course, my wife is friggin Einstein. There is no justice in the world.

You're kidding, right?

Took a little personality test left by the Lord Oz. He's Abraham Lincoln (does that mean Oz is about the screw up the country again?), any guesses who I am?!

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

OMFG!

Travelin' Man!

We're getting ready for our trip to Indy at the beginning of August, so that should be a hoot. Nothing like a few hours staring at a newborn human (decidedly a scary experience unless it is your own critter) and going 'oooh!' and 'ahhh!'. On the up side, I'll get to meet with a bunch of my old freinds I haven't seen in a coons age. Oz, Weasel, Black Eagle, and maybe even Ray!

In the writing world I'm chugging along on several projects, and started another one. My wife, she who is buried hip deep in sex and blood, has convinced me there might be a marked for SF/Vamp. I've titled the project Crimson Star (no books by this title, some fan wanabe stuff though) and it basically involves a decimated humanity interdicted by a galactic civilization because we went where no man was supposed to go and brough back vampirism. The disease kills every being that catches it except for humans (lucky us). Humans it just makes into homicidal, blood thirsty, sex craved lunatics. Kinda like a visit to the democratic national convention. It looks like an interesting project and if the looks of some of the trash with a hot vampire chick on the cover is any indication, I might be able to find some traction out there for getting it in print.

Growing Pains

Well, it's not a week, but it's also not a half a year!

Patrick, our son, is growing like MAD! He's 51 inches tall, 4' 3"!!!! He's only eleven inches shorter than Joy, and twenty inches shy of my modest 5' 10". How the hell did that happen? Plus he starts 3rd grade in just a few weeks. I know, I know, it is such a cliche to say 'where did the years go', but it is also a truism to say the years fly by the older you get. Joy and I have been together nine years now (we conceived Patrick about nine years ago in July some time). Have they all been wonderful? No, but none of them have been horrible either. I can honestly say most have been good, some have been great, and this year so far is freaking fantastic. We simply love Texas, we might be putting down roots for good. The market for my chosen profession is great, and for her it's as good as it gets without moving out east (ugh!).

I think we could do a lot worse than the Lone Star State. The only thing that drives me crazy is my own imagination. I left the Pacific Northwest for a lot of reasons, but one of them was that living in the shadow of rainier was not a wise thing to do (look up decade volcano on the internet sometime). Indiana is as boring as a tofu pizza, but it is also as safe as one. Texas is another story. This really is tornado alley, and worse, we're only about 400 feet above sea level. If the gulf of Mexico or the southern Atlantic ocean took a medium size rock, we'd have a front row seat at the ultimate surfer ride in history. But like I said, that's just my paranoia.

On a better note, I've been living Atkins again for the last month or so and as usual it's working like charm. Six months have always been the make or break for me. But this time we actually have the money to eat better than cheap-crap meats and stuff. Maybe 3rd time is the charm?

My motivation? Besides being as big as a VW Beetle, it would be the theme of this post. I want to sit holding my wife's hand and ball right along with her as my son says "I do," no matter if it is fifteen years from now, or thirty (seventy two?! I hope it's not that long!).

I am writing, just kinda flopping around for now. I'll post more on that next time.