Published by JPLand on 24 Nov 2010
Blog Bits
I was doing a bit of housekeeping on the admin side of the blog this morning and realized that I had some draft posts sitting and waiting to be finished. What better way to spend the Thanksgiving than to try to figure out what I was trying to say?
Self Assessment
March 04, 2010
I have decided that I am slowly changing into something else. It’s tough to narrow down exactly what I am becoming, but I think that I’ve got two options. Either I am turning into a cantankerous old man, or I am turning into a dog. It’s a toss-up right now.
Ummm…..yeah, I don’t know where I was going with this one. Maybe I growl a lot? Maybe I pee wherever I feel like… It’s tough to say.
My Contribution to April Fool’s Day
April 01, 2010
That’s it. No text. No pictures. So I contributed something, we just don’t know what. Or maybe I contributed nothing. Or maybe the joke was that I actually made some type of contribution to anything. This may be one of the world’s greatest mysteries…except for Stonehenge. But we all know that’s where the Banshees live. And they do live well.
Common Thread
April 16, 2010
I have been involved in some type of organization for most of my life. When I say “involved”, I don’t mean that I’ve been a member of a group, I mean that I’ve put a lot of time and effort into said groups and I’ve tried to push them to be better than where they would have been had I not been involved. There were a couple of small groups in high school. In college, I started doing it to a greater degree (that’s an education pun!) and now I’ve noticed that I still seek to do do it.
Just like before, I have no idea where I was going with this post. It sounds like it was going to be a serious post, but the flash of comedic brilliance at the end kind of makes me question that logic. Maybe you should think of a really good life lesson and assume I was about to tell it to you. Because that’s exactly what I was going to say. And I was going to be eloquent and charming. Unlike my normal self.
There you go. That’s it. That’s all the behind-the-scenes stuff that goes on at this blog. Consider yourself privileged to have been able to see this. Not everyone can. (Actually, they can.)

I came to the conclusion that I would probably risk my safety for a couple of minutes in order to finish my…um…”work.” Here’s m reasoning: Obviously, the fire wouldn’t have been in the bathroom because I would have seen it when I walked in, so I would have a little time to work with. Worst case scenario is that the flames begin to close in on me right as I’m finishing. But fortunately, I am in a room with a lot of water at my disposal. I could turn the sinks on and protect myself for a while if I had to. But I wouldn’t have to. Why? I would run through the flames to safety. If I were found alive in the bathroom, everyone know what I was doing in there. and they’d all know about my great pooping spot. But if I ran through the fire, not only would I keep the secrecy of my sanctuary, everyone outside would see me running out the door through the flames. I would be legendary. And I would further my legend by telling people that I was trying to rescue valuable company property…but I just didn’t have enough time before it caught fire.




I have always been warned about those kinds of people. You know. The ones with tattoos or more than one earring. Maybe even some type of piercing other than the ear. You know what these things mean, don’t you. It means that they are thieves, murders, deviants, and just plain weird. The exceptions to this rule are sailors. Or people who had a wild spring break in college. But other than that, no normal people have tattoos.
My first design wasn’t all that great (on the left), but I had a concept in mind with some important elements that I wanted included. I thought a local artist might help. I looked online for reviews and picked the one (out of only two or three) that had the best review. That was a mistake. The guy was missing more teeth than he had and his shop looked like one of those places where you get your bad spring break tattoo. And he was absolutely no help with the design. I left disappointed and thought maybe it was just a bad idea.
This past spring, I started forming a little bit better of an idea of what I wanted. And my friend 



