I am alive. I will be posting more in the next day or two - but wanted to let you all know I was thinking about you - and where do I go from here.
HELLO WORLD!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, January 18, 2009
A Beautiful Weekend
Ahh. Winter. The cold, the touch of snow - ok wait a sec. I'm getting Cabin Fever!!!
The missus and I and family noticed that we were in for some unseasonably warm weather at the coast this weekend. So, we got into the "family truckster", grabbed our travel trailer, braved the coast range pass and headed to Cannon Beach, OR for the weekend.
It was beautiful. Sunny, VERY warm for this time of year - 60 - 70 degrees Fahrenheit - and worth every second. Our little dog Jake (a rat terrier) got to dig to his heart's content at the beach - at last check he made a 6" trench about six or so feet long. He had FUN. Heather and the kids played in the sand while I dinked around the trailer - checking things out from the zero degree weather we had earlier this winter - and just lazed about a bit.
We went to Astoria and bought one Dungeoness crab, some Alaskan scallops, a couple of steaks, and had a FEAST for dinner, most fresh from the ocean. The crab was wondering what he was going to have for dinner only hours before he became dinner for us. We got a fairish amount of firewood for the campfire, only to learn that it was very damp and unseasoned. I finally got it to burn, but not before smoking out some of the RV park we were staying in.
We got back this evening to high wind warnings and COLD temps, but it was worth it to break the routine a tad. It was something wonderful :)
The missus and I and family noticed that we were in for some unseasonably warm weather at the coast this weekend. So, we got into the "family truckster", grabbed our travel trailer, braved the coast range pass and headed to Cannon Beach, OR for the weekend.
It was beautiful. Sunny, VERY warm for this time of year - 60 - 70 degrees Fahrenheit - and worth every second. Our little dog Jake (a rat terrier) got to dig to his heart's content at the beach - at last check he made a 6" trench about six or so feet long. He had FUN. Heather and the kids played in the sand while I dinked around the trailer - checking things out from the zero degree weather we had earlier this winter - and just lazed about a bit.
We went to Astoria and bought one Dungeoness crab, some Alaskan scallops, a couple of steaks, and had a FEAST for dinner, most fresh from the ocean. The crab was wondering what he was going to have for dinner only hours before he became dinner for us. We got a fairish amount of firewood for the campfire, only to learn that it was very damp and unseasoned. I finally got it to burn, but not before smoking out some of the RV park we were staying in.
We got back this evening to high wind warnings and COLD temps, but it was worth it to break the routine a tad. It was something wonderful :)
Monday, January 12, 2009
Survivorman vs. Man vs Wild
Les Stroud is my hero. Every week, for MY entertainment (and some possible chance of pointing out an actual survival tip or two) he goes out for a week at some remote location. Sometimes he is in a jungle, sometimes in a boat, sometimes in the arctic, sometimes in arboreal forests - but EVERY TIME he's alone. No camera crew, no one there, just him, the camera gear - and Nature.
Then there is Bear Grylls. Nice enough guy, entertaining, but travels with a camera crew and sometimes gets "presented" with treacherous circumstances so he can "demonstrate" a survival technique.
Although I appreciate Mr. Grylls technical abilities, Mr. Stroud is REAL. No survival techniques that he isn't NEEDING at that moment. And all alone.
So, as I sit back on my rather soft couch, here's to you Les Stroud. Keepin it real for the masses.
Until next time.........
Then there is Bear Grylls. Nice enough guy, entertaining, but travels with a camera crew and sometimes gets "presented" with treacherous circumstances so he can "demonstrate" a survival technique.
Although I appreciate Mr. Grylls technical abilities, Mr. Stroud is REAL. No survival techniques that he isn't NEEDING at that moment. And all alone.
So, as I sit back on my rather soft couch, here's to you Les Stroud. Keepin it real for the masses.
Until next time.........
What can I say?
I have had to take a LONG pause from blogging. It seems that with the pressures of a new job, moving to a new house, moving my 84ish year old mother from SC to here, and just the day to day challenge of being me took it's toll - so here I sit. My loving wife MadMom - who's blog exists here - has taken over the torch for a bit as I try to recuperate. I guess it's time to start typing again, even though there will be many times I say little more than "Hi There!" as I pass through. Trust me. I'm not dead after all - just dead tired :)
Doc
Doc
Friday, November 10, 2006
Not forgotten, just busy as hell
Well I am in Beaufort, SC again. It was time for my annual pilgrimage to my mother's house to perform whatever minutiae my mom has for me, and to do some hard talking with her. Like, what are we going to do when you can't stay here anymore?
The years are advancing, and it was time to be realistic. And it was time to pin her down with what she wanted to do, and compare that with what was fiscally going to happen. We are in the midst of those talks. With limited success, I might add.
I appreciate her lack of enthusiasm when talking about her mortality and various infirmaties. Personally, I have a LARGE issue with my own mortality. However, it had to be done, so my brother and I headed out here together to see what we could do.
It's not fun, by the way.
In other news, I am off to the "body and fender shop" as it were, to have work done on my rather prominent nose. Due to bad living as a kid, bar fights or simple bad luck, I have a septum that, rather than being straight, meanders about like two miles of Appalachian road.
So, it appears that they will be peeling me like a bananna, fixing it, and returning it to it's previous position - with the hope that it will no longer peep around corners when I walk up to them.
Personally, I am scared to death. I hate doctors. I know they are good guys, but sheesh. I still hate em. End of discussion.
Oh and by the way, those who know of my love of Smithfield ham will be pleased to know that I have scored a wonderful, 16 pounder for my Christmas dinner.
YEE HAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!
I miss you all -
Especially my favorite MadMom.
The years are advancing, and it was time to be realistic. And it was time to pin her down with what she wanted to do, and compare that with what was fiscally going to happen. We are in the midst of those talks. With limited success, I might add.
I appreciate her lack of enthusiasm when talking about her mortality and various infirmaties. Personally, I have a LARGE issue with my own mortality. However, it had to be done, so my brother and I headed out here together to see what we could do.
It's not fun, by the way.
In other news, I am off to the "body and fender shop" as it were, to have work done on my rather prominent nose. Due to bad living as a kid, bar fights or simple bad luck, I have a septum that, rather than being straight, meanders about like two miles of Appalachian road.
So, it appears that they will be peeling me like a bananna, fixing it, and returning it to it's previous position - with the hope that it will no longer peep around corners when I walk up to them.
Personally, I am scared to death. I hate doctors. I know they are good guys, but sheesh. I still hate em. End of discussion.
Oh and by the way, those who know of my love of Smithfield ham will be pleased to know that I have scored a wonderful, 16 pounder for my Christmas dinner.
YEE HAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!
I miss you all -
Especially my favorite MadMom.
Monday, October 09, 2006
A word from George Carlin
I saw this at a friend's blog today. I figured I'd heist it because it has value today...
"The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more c copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind."
"The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more c copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind."
Hey - two days in a row!
See? Told you I'd write some more. Heather and I put up 5 more quarts of applesauce and 8 more apple jelly jars. I LOVE homemade applesauce and jelly. Turned out good I think!
Back to work tomorrow... I love my shift, but it's so hard to go back to work after a 4 day weekend. In a couple of weeks, Heather and I and the kids will be going somewhere for our "last hurrah" camping trip. Actually, camping is kind of a strong word for it, as we have a 30' trailer with a/c, heat, and satellite TV. Oh well, I was a cub scout, boy scout, life scout, and assistant cubmaster. I'm done with tents for now :)!!! Maybe we'll go up to Spokane or near Mt. St. Helens. Whatever we do, it'll be fun.
Some folks that Heather works with are surprised that I like to "can" things. Personally, I like the feeling of accomplishment when you see those glittering jars full of jams or jellies or spiced peaches or brandied pears and the like - knowing that they were just a box of apples or pears or peaches you needed to do something with before they spoiled.
If I could ever successfully grow tomatoes here, I'd put them up too. Wonder what I'll put up now?
Until our next -
Back to work tomorrow... I love my shift, but it's so hard to go back to work after a 4 day weekend. In a couple of weeks, Heather and I and the kids will be going somewhere for our "last hurrah" camping trip. Actually, camping is kind of a strong word for it, as we have a 30' trailer with a/c, heat, and satellite TV. Oh well, I was a cub scout, boy scout, life scout, and assistant cubmaster. I'm done with tents for now :)!!! Maybe we'll go up to Spokane or near Mt. St. Helens. Whatever we do, it'll be fun.
Some folks that Heather works with are surprised that I like to "can" things. Personally, I like the feeling of accomplishment when you see those glittering jars full of jams or jellies or spiced peaches or brandied pears and the like - knowing that they were just a box of apples or pears or peaches you needed to do something with before they spoiled.
If I could ever successfully grow tomatoes here, I'd put them up too. Wonder what I'll put up now?
Until our next -
Boy am I out of touch.
Long time no type. Where to begin?
Rather than try to catch up, I guess it's time to start anew. I thought long and hard on what I wanted the blog to look like, and I think it is better off as a place for my thoughts and ideas, less political and more day to day observations. Sometimes I think of myself as a humorist, other times a pundit, and usually I am wandering out there trying to make the best of a bad situation.
Well in the spirit of the "Truth in Blogging Act" I guess I should add that my situations of late have been many things, but BAD really isn't one of them. I have a loving wife, two kids that, in the great scheme of things, aren't too bad, and my health is returning. Life is just not that bad.
Annual bouts of cold/flu/ear infections are now mostly past. I am a new devotee of the effects of age though. I now have to take medication for high blood pressure. I suspect that if I lost a fair amount of fat that's hanging off the bones here though, I would no longer require it. We'll see.
The first of the year is the date I have set aside for quitting smoking. I have smoked over 30 of my 43 years. I suspect it is now time I quit. Hell, I suspect it's PAST time I quit. My wife of 15 years is CERTAIN it's time for me to quit. Sigh. I'm certain it won't kill me. Lots of people don't smoke. I'll manage somehow.
I've kinda let this blog go by the wayside as I gathered my thoughts, ideas and just plain got my arse out of the rut it was in. Let's see if I have succeeded.
Rather than try to catch up, I guess it's time to start anew. I thought long and hard on what I wanted the blog to look like, and I think it is better off as a place for my thoughts and ideas, less political and more day to day observations. Sometimes I think of myself as a humorist, other times a pundit, and usually I am wandering out there trying to make the best of a bad situation.
Well in the spirit of the "Truth in Blogging Act" I guess I should add that my situations of late have been many things, but BAD really isn't one of them. I have a loving wife, two kids that, in the great scheme of things, aren't too bad, and my health is returning. Life is just not that bad.
Annual bouts of cold/flu/ear infections are now mostly past. I am a new devotee of the effects of age though. I now have to take medication for high blood pressure. I suspect that if I lost a fair amount of fat that's hanging off the bones here though, I would no longer require it. We'll see.
The first of the year is the date I have set aside for quitting smoking. I have smoked over 30 of my 43 years. I suspect it is now time I quit. Hell, I suspect it's PAST time I quit. My wife of 15 years is CERTAIN it's time for me to quit. Sigh. I'm certain it won't kill me. Lots of people don't smoke. I'll manage somehow.
I've kinda let this blog go by the wayside as I gathered my thoughts, ideas and just plain got my arse out of the rut it was in. Let's see if I have succeeded.
Friday, August 05, 2005
I hijacked another quiz thingy.
Got this from Sharon - you are supposed to x the things you've done.
(X) been in love
(X) been dumped
(X) shoplifted
(X) been fired
(X) been in a fist fight
(X) been skiing - [Well in the loosest sense of the word]
(X) met someone from the internet!
(X) been at a concert
(x) taken painkillers
(X) love someone or miss someone right now
(X) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
(X) made a snow angel
(X) had a tea party - Once, for my daughter
(X) flown a kite
(X) built a sand castle
(X) gone puddle jumping
( ) played dress up
(X) jumped into a pile of leaves
(X) gone sledding
(X) cheated while playing a game
(X) been lonely
(X) fallen asleep at work/school
(X) used a fake ID
(X) watched the sun set
(X) felt an earthquake
(X) slept beneath the stars
(X) been tickled
(X) been robbed
(X) been in a car crash
(X) had braces
(X) felt like an outcast/third person
(X) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night - ooo yes - Haagen Daz
(X) had deja vu
(X) danced in the moonlight
(X) liked the way you looked
(X) witnessed a crime
(X) cried yourself to sleep
(X) played cops and robbers
(X) recently colored with crayons
(X) sung karaoke
(X) paid for a meal with only coins
(X) done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(X) made prank phone calls
(X) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
(X) caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) danced in the rain
(X) written a letter to Santa Claus
(X) been kissed under the mistletoe
(X) watched the sun rise with someone you care about
(X) blown bubbles
(X) made a bonfire on the beach
( ) crashed a party
(X) gone rollerskating
(X) had a wish come true
( ) jumped off a bridge
(X) ate dog/cat food - I was 5 :)
(X) told a complete stranger you loved them
( ) kissed a mirror
(X) sang in the shower
(X) had a dream that you married someone
(X) glued your hand to something
(X) kissed a fish
(X) sat on a roof top
(X) stayed up all night
(X) picked and ate an apple right off the tree
(X) climbed a tree
(X) had a tree house
( ) scared to watch a scary movie alone
(x) believe in ghosts
( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes
(X) worn a really ugly outfit to school
(X) gone streaking
(X) gone doorbell ditching
(X) pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on
( ) told you're hot by a complete stranger
(X) broken a bone
(X) been easily amused
(X) caught a fish then ate it
(X) caught a butterfly
(X) loved someone so much you would gladly die for then.
Copy and Paste then p lace a X by all the things you've done and send it to all of your friends. A bit of fun. Remember, these answers go all the way back to your childhood!
(X) smoked a cigarette
(X) crashed a friend's car
( ) stolen a car
(X) smoked a cigarette
(X) crashed a friend's car
( ) stolen a car
(X) been in love
(X) been dumped
(X) shoplifted
(X) been fired
(X) been in a fist fight
(X) snuck out of your parent's house
(X) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.(Don't we all?????)
(X) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.(Don't we all?????)
(X) been arrested
(X) gone on a blind date
(X) lied to a friend
(X) skipped school
(X) seen someone die
( ) had a crush on one of your internet friends
(X) been to Canada
(X) been to Mexico
(X) been on a plane
( ) purposely set a part of yourself on fire - [Not on purpose :)]
(X) eaten sushi
(X) lied to a friend
(X) skipped school
(X) seen someone die
( ) had a crush on one of your internet friends
(X) been to Canada
(X) been to Mexico
(X) been on a plane
( ) purposely set a part of yourself on fire - [Not on purpose :)]
(X) eaten sushi
(X) been skiing - [Well in the loosest sense of the word]
(X) met someone from the internet!
(X) been at a concert
(x) taken painkillers
(X) love someone or miss someone right now
(X) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
(X) made a snow angel
(X) had a tea party - Once, for my daughter
(X) flown a kite
(X) built a sand castle
(X) gone puddle jumping
( ) played dress up
(X) jumped into a pile of leaves
(X) gone sledding
(X) cheated while playing a game
(X) been lonely
(X) fallen asleep at work/school
(X) used a fake ID
(X) watched the sun set
(X) felt an earthquake
(X) slept beneath the stars
(X) been tickled
(X) been robbed
(X) been misunderstood - Daily. It's called parenthood. Or Marriage.
(X) petted a reindeer/goat/kangaroo - GOAT :)
(X) petted a reindeer/goat/kangaroo - GOAT :)
(X) won a contest
(X) run a red light/stop sign
(X) been suspended from school
(X) run a red light/stop sign
(X) been suspended from school
(X) been in a car crash
(X) had braces
(X) felt like an outcast/third person
(X) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night - ooo yes - Haagen Daz
(X) had deja vu
(X) danced in the moonlight
(X) liked the way you looked
(X) witnessed a crime
(X) questioned your heart
( ) been obsessed with post-it notes
(X) squished barefoot through the mud
(X) been lost
(X) been on the opposite side of the country
(X) swam in the ocean
( ) felt like dying
( ) been obsessed with post-it notes
(X) squished barefoot through the mud
(X) been lost
(X) been on the opposite side of the country
(X) swam in the ocean
( ) felt like dying
(X) cried yourself to sleep
(X) played cops and robbers
(X) recently colored with crayons
(X) sung karaoke
(X) paid for a meal with only coins
(X) done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(X) made prank phone calls
(X) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
(X) caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) danced in the rain
(X) written a letter to Santa Claus
(X) been kissed under the mistletoe
(X) watched the sun rise with someone you care about
(X) blown bubbles
(X) made a bonfire on the beach
( ) crashed a party
(X) gone rollerskating
(X) had a wish come true
( ) jumped off a bridge
(X) ate dog/cat food - I was 5 :)
(X) told a complete stranger you loved them
( ) kissed a mirror
(X) sang in the shower
(X) had a dream that you married someone
(X) glued your hand to something
(X) kissed a fish
(X) sat on a roof top
(X) screamed at the top of your lungs
( ) done a one-handed cartwheel
(X) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours
( ) done a one-handed cartwheel
(X) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours
(X) stayed up all night
(X) picked and ate an apple right off the tree
(X) climbed a tree
(X) had a tree house
( ) scared to watch a scary movie alone
(x) believe in ghosts
( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes
(X) worn a really ugly outfit to school
(X) gone streaking
(X) gone doorbell ditching
(X) pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on
( ) told you're hot by a complete stranger
(X) broken a bone
(X) been easily amused
(X) caught a fish then ate it
(X) caught a butterfly
(X) laughed so hard you cried
(X) cried so hard you laughed
( ) cheated on a test
(X) forgotten someone's name
( ) french braided someone's hair.
(X) gone skinny dipping in a pool/hot tub
( ) been threatened to be kicked out of your house or been kicked out of your house
(X) cried so hard you laughed
( ) cheated on a test
(X) forgotten someone's name
( ) french braided someone's hair.
(X) gone skinny dipping in a pool/hot tub
( ) been threatened to be kicked out of your house or been kicked out of your house
(X) loved someone so much you would gladly die for then.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Faith in humanity.
Hello all. Glad to be back in the blogger's seat. Had some bad things happen, and some great things happen. Here goes...
Madmom and I have dealt with Suburban issues of one form or another since we bought the beastie from our uncle-in-law. Not really his fault, nor ours, it just wasn't up to what we wanted to do with it. So finally, in a fit of exasperation, I took my little blue Topaz and traded it in on a 87 Suburban. Had lots of goodies, power door locks, 4 speed auto trans, a fuel injected 350, 4wd (which is important given the type of work that I do - during disasters, I must be available at a moments notice to go wherever I have to. It doesn't matter if it's raining, sleeting, snowing, or dropping giant frogs from space... I gotta go...) air conditioning, etc. And I got it at a good price.
So, off we set out, the day after buying it, with trailer in tow to go spend a week at the beach. Kids were off to summer camp, so it was just Madmom and the Doc. There is no better bliss than a week with one's spouse.... alone. We got 30 miles outside of town, and the transmission dies. So, we limp home, grateful that it came with a warranty. However, I should have read the warranty more closely. It covers 50% parts and labor, and then only at one specific garage. The garage of choice was 110% of taking it to a regular transmission shop and getting it repaired. In other words, it was simply cheaper for me to repair it myself.
This in mind, I had just taken all of my savings plus my good running beep beep, and used it to get the Suburban I just bought. Needless to say, we were in a pickle. We decided to pull the trailer with our mini-van, which it will do albeit under protest. We took the kids to camp, had 3 fun filled days at the coast, won 150 bucks playing bingo at the Indian run casino in Lincoln City, and came home yesterday to figure out what we are going to do next. It was galling at best to just look at my "new" car and know that I wouldn't have the money to fix it for a month.
So now to the title of my story... I was describing my problem to a mechanic friend of mine... and he said we'll figure something out. Well, what he figured out was that his uncle owns a transmission shop, so we took it today to get it fixed. I assumed it was on an account, and I'd have no problem making it up to him prior to his bill. I assumed wrong. He is going to just pay for it, and tells me we'll sort it out later. I was shocked ... remember we are talking a thousand bucks here. He ain't rich either. But he just said these things happen, and we'll sort it out.
As I'm typing this, I am almost in tears... but they are tears of joy, not sadness or anger. The fellow helping us is a good friend, but not one of long term... we've only known him a year or so. I guarantee we'll do something nice for him and his missus... on top of repaying him... out to dinner at Ruth's Criss or Morton's of Chicago comes to mind. I also re-learned faith... both in friends, family and my God. I can assure you that this guy would never think of himself as an "angel" at any level.
But he is, just the same. Thanks my friend.... and I am listening for the bells that tell me you got your wings.
Until our next.....
Madmom and I have dealt with Suburban issues of one form or another since we bought the beastie from our uncle-in-law. Not really his fault, nor ours, it just wasn't up to what we wanted to do with it. So finally, in a fit of exasperation, I took my little blue Topaz and traded it in on a 87 Suburban. Had lots of goodies, power door locks, 4 speed auto trans, a fuel injected 350, 4wd (which is important given the type of work that I do - during disasters, I must be available at a moments notice to go wherever I have to. It doesn't matter if it's raining, sleeting, snowing, or dropping giant frogs from space... I gotta go...) air conditioning, etc. And I got it at a good price.
So, off we set out, the day after buying it, with trailer in tow to go spend a week at the beach. Kids were off to summer camp, so it was just Madmom and the Doc. There is no better bliss than a week with one's spouse.... alone. We got 30 miles outside of town, and the transmission dies. So, we limp home, grateful that it came with a warranty. However, I should have read the warranty more closely. It covers 50% parts and labor, and then only at one specific garage. The garage of choice was 110% of taking it to a regular transmission shop and getting it repaired. In other words, it was simply cheaper for me to repair it myself.
This in mind, I had just taken all of my savings plus my good running beep beep, and used it to get the Suburban I just bought. Needless to say, we were in a pickle. We decided to pull the trailer with our mini-van, which it will do albeit under protest. We took the kids to camp, had 3 fun filled days at the coast, won 150 bucks playing bingo at the Indian run casino in Lincoln City, and came home yesterday to figure out what we are going to do next. It was galling at best to just look at my "new" car and know that I wouldn't have the money to fix it for a month.
So now to the title of my story... I was describing my problem to a mechanic friend of mine... and he said we'll figure something out. Well, what he figured out was that his uncle owns a transmission shop, so we took it today to get it fixed. I assumed it was on an account, and I'd have no problem making it up to him prior to his bill. I assumed wrong. He is going to just pay for it, and tells me we'll sort it out later. I was shocked ... remember we are talking a thousand bucks here. He ain't rich either. But he just said these things happen, and we'll sort it out.
As I'm typing this, I am almost in tears... but they are tears of joy, not sadness or anger. The fellow helping us is a good friend, but not one of long term... we've only known him a year or so. I guarantee we'll do something nice for him and his missus... on top of repaying him... out to dinner at Ruth's Criss or Morton's of Chicago comes to mind. I also re-learned faith... both in friends, family and my God. I can assure you that this guy would never think of himself as an "angel" at any level.
But he is, just the same. Thanks my friend.... and I am listening for the bells that tell me you got your wings.
Until our next.....
Saturday, July 09, 2005
From all of us in the USA to Great Britain
You have stood beside us and have been staunch allies through thick and thin. This blogger and American remembers that. I have been on the line. And should it come to that - for us, US, or you... I will stand the line again. God bless you all.
The Doc.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
The Answer was YES!!!!!
As some of you know, earlier this spring I got to meet a couple of very special people, Chase and Suzanne, both fellow bloggers and all around good people. We met in Savannah on the river, and had a wonderful couple of hours getting to know each other and enjoying some good Southern Cookin. (The fact that Chase is almost as big a geek as me don't hurt either!! )
Finally, Chase was able to ask THE QUESTION. And to my infinite happiness, here is what happened:
...The following was happily stolen from Chase's blog...
And the answer is... What ?
Many of you who know me understand that before I put myself into any kind of situation, I prepare myself mentaly by having the conversation over and over again in my head, preparing myself for any possible outcome or question. I would mentaly re-live the scanario a hundred different ways, so that no matter which way it went I would have a reply ready as second nature. I had a few family members there, most notably my Father. There were a few friends who were suppose to be there, but if you've ever tried to find someone on a beach that is packed with thousands of people , well... it's best if you come in the same car.
Our family sat in a semi-circle high in the sand, looking over the beach. We waited for it to get dark, and passed the time in a multitude of ways. We took pictures of each other. We watched the kids play in the sand, and change colors from pasty white to a very very black. My Father and I played "catch" with the baseball gloves and ball. It should be noted that I will be thirty next year, and this is the first game of catch I have ever played with him. While some of you might not feel as strongly about this as I do, I am glad it came late. I'll remember this one forever now. He throughs great. I through like a special olypmpian.
Later on that night, it got dark. Very dark. There were two storms in the distance. One to our left, and one to our right. God brought his own fireworks to each side of the beach. I was certain he had it in for me. Our skies stayed very clear, and now I have a perfect understanding of how Moses felt when he had a towering ocean to his left and right as he crossed. The beach and only the beach, had beautiful weather.
Many of you are dying to know the "answer". This is how it went:
As the sky lit up with the first fireworks, I leaned over and whispered in here ear: "You know what would make this even better?" She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and said "what ?" I moved over next to her and got down on one knee and held up her ring... "If you would marry me..."
"What ?" This ladies and Gentlemen, was the answer.
"I want you to marry me..." and I pushed the ring closer...
"What ?" This was the third what. I was getting nervous. And then I noticed she wasn't speaking, or breathing. She was crying a lot though. We stood up and she hugged me and we kissed, under the fireworks. Our faces were lit up, and that was great to me. Although I didn't get the immeadiate "yes" I was looking for, It was there. (later on I did make sure she actualy said yes...
I had prepared for a lot of ways that could have went. "What" caught me off guard a little.
In the end, we held each other, lit up with the night sky. It was the best fireworks I'll ever see. The best part is that every year that we re-live it, there will always be fireworks.
Thanks for all of your well whishes.
-Chase
Additional note from the ol Doc -
First - it couldn't happen to a more devoted and wonderful pair of friends. All the best from mine to yours!
Second - I personally couldn't have picked a better day. Here's why - Tomorrow - the 6th, is my birthday. It makes it easy to keep track of your "anniversary" so to speak!
Lastly - and to me the most important - thanks to you, as I hit 42, I feel - YOUNG. It's a good thing!
Love from us in the Pacific Northwest -
Doc & Family
Finally, Chase was able to ask THE QUESTION. And to my infinite happiness, here is what happened:
...The following was happily stolen from Chase's blog...
And the answer is... What ?
Many of you who know me understand that before I put myself into any kind of situation, I prepare myself mentaly by having the conversation over and over again in my head, preparing myself for any possible outcome or question. I would mentaly re-live the scanario a hundred different ways, so that no matter which way it went I would have a reply ready as second nature. I had a few family members there, most notably my Father. There were a few friends who were suppose to be there, but if you've ever tried to find someone on a beach that is packed with thousands of people , well... it's best if you come in the same car.
Our family sat in a semi-circle high in the sand, looking over the beach. We waited for it to get dark, and passed the time in a multitude of ways. We took pictures of each other. We watched the kids play in the sand, and change colors from pasty white to a very very black. My Father and I played "catch" with the baseball gloves and ball. It should be noted that I will be thirty next year, and this is the first game of catch I have ever played with him. While some of you might not feel as strongly about this as I do, I am glad it came late. I'll remember this one forever now. He throughs great. I through like a special olypmpian.
Later on that night, it got dark. Very dark. There were two storms in the distance. One to our left, and one to our right. God brought his own fireworks to each side of the beach. I was certain he had it in for me. Our skies stayed very clear, and now I have a perfect understanding of how Moses felt when he had a towering ocean to his left and right as he crossed. The beach and only the beach, had beautiful weather.
Many of you are dying to know the "answer". This is how it went:
As the sky lit up with the first fireworks, I leaned over and whispered in here ear: "You know what would make this even better?" She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and said "what ?" I moved over next to her and got down on one knee and held up her ring... "If you would marry me..."
"What ?" This ladies and Gentlemen, was the answer.
"I want you to marry me..." and I pushed the ring closer...
"What ?" This was the third what. I was getting nervous. And then I noticed she wasn't speaking, or breathing. She was crying a lot though. We stood up and she hugged me and we kissed, under the fireworks. Our faces were lit up, and that was great to me. Although I didn't get the immeadiate "yes" I was looking for, It was there. (later on I did make sure she actualy said yes...
I had prepared for a lot of ways that could have went. "What" caught me off guard a little.
In the end, we held each other, lit up with the night sky. It was the best fireworks I'll ever see. The best part is that every year that we re-live it, there will always be fireworks.
Thanks for all of your well whishes.
-Chase
Additional note from the ol Doc -
First - it couldn't happen to a more devoted and wonderful pair of friends. All the best from mine to yours!
Second - I personally couldn't have picked a better day. Here's why - Tomorrow - the 6th, is my birthday. It makes it easy to keep track of your "anniversary" so to speak!
Lastly - and to me the most important - thanks to you, as I hit 42, I feel - YOUNG. It's a good thing!
Love from us in the Pacific Northwest -
Doc & Family
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
What the heck is a "meme" ???
Ok, so I know what I think it is - and now I know what it is thanks to "Wikipedia". By the way, ignore the links. They don't work. I couldn't get them to die happily, so here they reside. Forgive me, gentle reader.
The smiley exemplifies what some might consider a visual meme. Anyone who has seen a smiley can copy, reproduce, or modify it and then show it to others.
Meme
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
The term and concept of meme (pronounced [miːm] in IPA; from the Greek word μνήμη for 'memory') first appeared in the 1976 book by Richard Dawkins, The Selfish Gene. Though Dawkins defined the meme as "a unit of cultural transmission, or a unit of imitation," memeticists vary in their definitions of meme. The lack of a consistent, rigorous and precise definition of a meme remains one of the principal criticisms leveled at memetics, the study of memes.
Different definitions of the meme generally agree, very roughly, that a meme consists of some sort of a self-propagating unit of cultural evolution having a resemblance to the gene (the unit of genetics). Dawkins introduced the term after writing that evolution depended not on the particular chemical basis of genetics, but only on the existence of a self-replicating unit of transmission—in the case of evolution, the gene. For Dawkins, the meme exemplifies another self-replicating unit, and most importantly, one which he thought would prove useful in explaining human behavior and cultural evolution.
In casual use, the term meme often refers to any piece of information passed from one mind to another. This usage more closely resembles the analogy of "language as a virus" than Dawkins' analogy of memes as replicating units. This definition has come into popular use on the Internet to refer to phenomena such as Obey Giant, "All your base are belong to us", Blogebrity and Icy Hot Stuntaz.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
a quiz??
I stole this from Suzanne. And Sharon. Give it a try?? Cut and paste into a comment.
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me? If no….why the hell not?
5. Do you read my blog regularily?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Do you feel like your back in high school now?
16. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me? If no….why the hell not?
5. Do you read my blog regularily?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Do you feel like your back in high school now?
16. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?
Thank God it's Wednesday.
Well gentle readers, we made it through another week, and are on the downhill slide. I'm thinking this is a good thing. Relatively uneventful even.
Spent the weekend on the Oregon coast. My older brother came down with us, and had a good time. I'm glad - he has had some loneliness and depressive issues recently too. I do need to be careful and set some limits though ... else we will all get tired of each other and wind up where we started... distant.
We went to the Oregon coast aquarium. That's pretty cool! You can see more of it here. The kids had a blast. We also went fishing and crabbing. Caught two red rock crabs that were keepers, but they tasted funny to my wife. Just a bit to "fishy" I guess. If it was easy, they'd call it "catching" ... but all had fun.
And me? I don't like to fish - for the simple reason that I don't eat fish, and if you don't eat it, I say don't catch it. I enjoyed Father's day though, managed to sleep in a bit, and the trailer is starting to come around now. Fixed all the leaks, working on all the lights that don't work. Got the water pump up and running - woohoo! Now I can feel better about "dry" camping.
The Suburban's mileage pulling it though is abominable. My mini-van (a Ford Aerostar) pulls it - ok - and gets about 11 miles to the gallon. My 'Burb pulls it fine, and gets about 5 or 6. Something fishy here... will have to investigate. With the 30 gallon tank on the 'burb, it's at least 65 bucks to fill it. Sheesh. Maybe it's time to try to find a new truck.
Now, a special note for a special person to my wife and I. Thank you. You know why. I hope that someday I can return the kindness. My best to you and yours.
Until our next..........
Spent the weekend on the Oregon coast. My older brother came down with us, and had a good time. I'm glad - he has had some loneliness and depressive issues recently too. I do need to be careful and set some limits though ... else we will all get tired of each other and wind up where we started... distant.
We went to the Oregon coast aquarium. That's pretty cool! You can see more of it here. The kids had a blast. We also went fishing and crabbing. Caught two red rock crabs that were keepers, but they tasted funny to my wife. Just a bit to "fishy" I guess. If it was easy, they'd call it "catching" ... but all had fun.
And me? I don't like to fish - for the simple reason that I don't eat fish, and if you don't eat it, I say don't catch it. I enjoyed Father's day though, managed to sleep in a bit, and the trailer is starting to come around now. Fixed all the leaks, working on all the lights that don't work. Got the water pump up and running - woohoo! Now I can feel better about "dry" camping.
The Suburban's mileage pulling it though is abominable. My mini-van (a Ford Aerostar) pulls it - ok - and gets about 11 miles to the gallon. My 'Burb pulls it fine, and gets about 5 or 6. Something fishy here... will have to investigate. With the 30 gallon tank on the 'burb, it's at least 65 bucks to fill it. Sheesh. Maybe it's time to try to find a new truck.
Now, a special note for a special person to my wife and I. Thank you. You know why. I hope that someday I can return the kindness. My best to you and yours.
Until our next..........
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Another long pause
Well, it has been another long pause in the Blogger world. My apologies, gentle reader. It appears, that sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is actually a freight train headed for you. Sometimes it misses. This time was too close.
We headed out to Coos Bay for our "Sabbatical"... but on the way had to stop at the ER. It turns out that my beloved wife had been sleeping about an hour or two a night --- for the last three weeks. So, she had been dealing with unbelievable anxiety, and was damn near delusional. It was frightening for me. I think what was the most frightening, is that she was able to disguise it from me.
With trailer in tow, we head off to the house with hopes of her getting a good nights sleep, and start in the morning. Which she does, and we do. The trip was nice, and uneventful, but upon her return the anxiety cranked back up to full steam, and not even the sleep aid was working.
On Tuesday morning we return to the ER. This time, she is admitted, and put in a room that looked faintly (from my Corrections days as an employee thank you very much) like a holding cell. She is sedated, and then after a LONG discussion between Dr, nurse, and Good ole PCDoc we get her the meds she really should have gotten in the first place, and head home. I took the week off, and stayed here keeping the rugrats at bay whilst she tries to regain herself.
She improves dramatically over the next week. She was used to 10 hrs sleep a night (I'm lucky if I get 5) and had been so deprived that her body was going ballistic. Now, all is mostly back to normal, her meds changed to a much lighter critter that doesn't make her drool so badly (grin - shades of some movie I saw once) and now only takes a light dose to help sleep. The doc says that this will dissipate over the next several weeks, and hopefully will return to the proper "diurnal rhythm".. which I suspect means life back to normal.
That done, I head back to work. One uneventful week passes by, with hopes for another. Lo and behold, on the way to the in-laws, I have a wheel bearing go out on my little putt putt car. She handles it well, but now I'm ready for the booby hatch. Or at least, a strong drink and another vacation.
Bear with me as this passes, and I become more verbose.
Oh and one more "nail in the coffin" - near the 4th of July I become 21 for the 21st time. Tell me that don't suck rocks :)
Until our next....
We headed out to Coos Bay for our "Sabbatical"... but on the way had to stop at the ER. It turns out that my beloved wife had been sleeping about an hour or two a night --- for the last three weeks. So, she had been dealing with unbelievable anxiety, and was damn near delusional. It was frightening for me. I think what was the most frightening, is that she was able to disguise it from me.
With trailer in tow, we head off to the house with hopes of her getting a good nights sleep, and start in the morning. Which she does, and we do. The trip was nice, and uneventful, but upon her return the anxiety cranked back up to full steam, and not even the sleep aid was working.
On Tuesday morning we return to the ER. This time, she is admitted, and put in a room that looked faintly (from my Corrections days as an employee thank you very much) like a holding cell. She is sedated, and then after a LONG discussion between Dr, nurse, and Good ole PCDoc we get her the meds she really should have gotten in the first place, and head home. I took the week off, and stayed here keeping the rugrats at bay whilst she tries to regain herself.
She improves dramatically over the next week. She was used to 10 hrs sleep a night (I'm lucky if I get 5) and had been so deprived that her body was going ballistic. Now, all is mostly back to normal, her meds changed to a much lighter critter that doesn't make her drool so badly (grin - shades of some movie I saw once) and now only takes a light dose to help sleep. The doc says that this will dissipate over the next several weeks, and hopefully will return to the proper "diurnal rhythm".. which I suspect means life back to normal.
That done, I head back to work. One uneventful week passes by, with hopes for another. Lo and behold, on the way to the in-laws, I have a wheel bearing go out on my little putt putt car. She handles it well, but now I'm ready for the booby hatch. Or at least, a strong drink and another vacation.
Bear with me as this passes, and I become more verbose.
Oh and one more "nail in the coffin" - near the 4th of July I become 21 for the 21st time. Tell me that don't suck rocks :)
Until our next....
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
I hate SPAM.
Not the ham in a can type, I actually like that. However, I am talking about the myriad of chain letters, hoaxes, and potporri that tend to waft my way.
Often, I get both ads for cialis and viagra, as well as ads to increase my breast size. In my case, they are missing their target audience.
I am getting mad about the chain letters. If I am told one more time that I will go to Hell if I stop this letter, I am going to find their email server, hack it, and then let them know what hell really is. Well, certainly hell for them. (Ed. note, never piss off an OLD time hacker. I was fiddling about with systems back when modems required you to put the phone handset in the cradle of the modem. Nuff said.)
I also get a veritable blizzard of emails from my mother, a devotee of AOL. Invariably, Snopes gives me the straight skinny, and I send her a link to the appropriate site. This, however, is a double edged sword. My loving wife checks everything out with Snopes. This can ruin something funny - case in point - sent her an email with a picture of a mouse caught in a toner cartridge. My comment was that I'd hate to get called out on that ticket. Mouse apparently survived its tussle with an HP laserjet, and was released. She checked it out, and found it "Unconfirmed." Knowing mice and HP's, I'd call it Plausible.
Sorry so long inbetween blogging, don't give up on me. I have discovered that work tends to take more and more of my time, and with that on top of cub scouts, various husbandly chores, and misc bull puckey, I have had little time to put my thoughts on here. Stay tuned though, I promise to write more tonight.
Until our next.....
Often, I get both ads for cialis and viagra, as well as ads to increase my breast size. In my case, they are missing their target audience.
I am getting mad about the chain letters. If I am told one more time that I will go to Hell if I stop this letter, I am going to find their email server, hack it, and then let them know what hell really is. Well, certainly hell for them. (Ed. note, never piss off an OLD time hacker. I was fiddling about with systems back when modems required you to put the phone handset in the cradle of the modem. Nuff said.)
I also get a veritable blizzard of emails from my mother, a devotee of AOL. Invariably, Snopes gives me the straight skinny, and I send her a link to the appropriate site. This, however, is a double edged sword. My loving wife checks everything out with Snopes. This can ruin something funny - case in point - sent her an email with a picture of a mouse caught in a toner cartridge. My comment was that I'd hate to get called out on that ticket. Mouse apparently survived its tussle with an HP laserjet, and was released. She checked it out, and found it "Unconfirmed." Knowing mice and HP's, I'd call it Plausible.
Sorry so long inbetween blogging, don't give up on me. I have discovered that work tends to take more and more of my time, and with that on top of cub scouts, various husbandly chores, and misc bull puckey, I have had little time to put my thoughts on here. Stay tuned though, I promise to write more tonight.
Until our next.....
Thursday, May 05, 2005
I guess I'm normal... ish.
Found this on Patty-Jo's site. Here's me:
I have no idea what that means. Oh well :)
You Are 65% Normal (Really Normal) |
 Otherwise known as the normal amount of normal You're like most people most of the time But you've got those quirks that make you endearing You're unique, yes... but not frighteningly so! |
I have no idea what that means. Oh well :)
Monday, May 02, 2005
A question I have ALWAYS wanted to know the answer to....
First and foremost... I am not the author of the following article. I wish I was... but I ain't. I found it at Discovery. With that said, here we go. I wanted to know why Asparagus makes your pee stink. (OK, so I need a life worse than most....)
Why Asparagus Makes Your Pee Stink
by Hannah Holmes
"This is of no practical importance," the urologist tells me. "It wasn't part of my training. It's something we contemplated over pizza and beer." When I admit that I have actually timed the arrival of the distinctive odor in my pee after eating asparagus (about 15 minutes), the good doctor suggests, facetiously, that my groundbreaking research might lead to a tenure-track position at a fine university.
It is a sadly neglected field. But I'm not the first to ask.
In 1891 a scientist named "Nencki" had so very little to do that he convinced four guys to eat seven kilograms of asparagus (that's about three and a half pounds each). He collected the pertinent pee, worked some medieval magic on it, and concluded that the smell was due to a metabolite called methanethiol.
So there you go. Nencki claimed that as your body metabolizes asparagus, it produces this smelly chemical, which your discriminating kidneys see fit to dump into the bladder.
This probably doesn't qualify as red-hot science, but it's warm enough to spark differing opinions.
In 1975 a chemist from California claimed in Science that gas chromatography had fingered a different culprit: S-Methyl Thioesters, to be precise. No methanethiol.
Then there's the 1980 reference in the British Medical Journal that simply refers to "metabolites." Another asparagus scholar favors "six sulfur-containing compounds."
I'm voting for methanethiol, partly because the guy who did the gas chromatography left no forwarding address, and partly because the methanethiol entry in my aging Merck Index of chemicals is so interesting.
Methanethiol is composed mostly of sulfur with a splash of hydrogen, plus some carbon, a brew famous for its effect in rotten eggs, cabbages and paper mills. Convincing, no? Merck also notes the asparagus connection and, most intriguing, warns that methanethiol may be a narcotic in high concentrations.
Now if you're scowling at your screen and muttering, "My pee doesn't smell like asparagus," first ask yourself if you eat asparagus.
Even if you do but lack the smell, you're still OK. In fact the fabulously funny book, The ReSearch Guide to Body Fluids (by Paul Spinrad, Juno Books, N.Y., 1994), says just 22 percent of survey respondents experience asparagus pee.
Early investigators thought genetics had divided the world into stinkers and nonstinkers. That was until 1980, when three researchers had the presence of mind to wave pee from the nonstinkers under the noses of the stinkers.
Lo and behold, the problem proved to be one not of producing the stinky pee but of being able to sniff it out.
If you've been deprived of this gift, don't give up hope. To increase the concentration of methanethiol molecules available to your snoot, you could either intentionally dehydrate yourself before you dine (this is unhealthful); or pee into a cup and sniff that. Or eat three and a half pounds of asparagus for lunch.
And if you experience a narcotic effect, you could be looking at a tenure-track position at a fine university.
Hannah Holmes sniffs out answers to life's oddities in Portland, Maine. She's a regular contributor to Discovery Channel Online and also writes for Escape, Outside, Sierra, Backpacker, Eco Traveler and Women's Sports and Fitness. Write her at skinny@online.discovery.com.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Not to be outdone by MissPatriot
Saw this on her blog, and had to try it.
Which apparently means:
You are the large, round, friendly d20! (You probably didn't know this, but the shape of the twenty-sided die is called an Icosahedron.) You are the friendly, outgoing, outspoken, leader of friends. You are often looked up to, even though you don't normally deserve it. Most other types secretly wish they were you, and you'd give them tips on how, if only you had a clue yourself. Your charisma is often all you need, but you have your occasional moments of brilliance as well--just never when it's actually needed. You are the all-around good guy, a dependable chum, a respectable foe, and an inspiration to those who need one. Who says you can't get by on a smile and good looks alone?
Which apparently means:
You are the large, round, friendly d20! (You probably didn't know this, but the shape of the twenty-sided die is called an Icosahedron.) You are the friendly, outgoing, outspoken, leader of friends. You are often looked up to, even though you don't normally deserve it. Most other types secretly wish they were you, and you'd give them tips on how, if only you had a clue yourself. Your charisma is often all you need, but you have your occasional moments of brilliance as well--just never when it's actually needed. You are the all-around good guy, a dependable chum, a respectable foe, and an inspiration to those who need one. Who says you can't get by on a smile and good looks alone?
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