Well I have a habit of keeping junk for too long. You know whenever you go to a career fair and every company is giving away free stuff? I make sure I get one of everything; a sewing kit, light up pens, poncho’s inside a football, magnets, even magic eight balls. Not only do I knab up all of the free knick-knacks, I keep them for years. I’m always concerned that someone is going to say, “I think there is something really cool, just out of my viewing range!” And I’ll swoop in and say, “here, borrow my binoculars with a Tyson chicken logo.” For that moment, I’ll be king. But that never happens, and I end up with just too much junk that I can get rid of.

Recently, I moved out of my apartment and decided it was time to throw that crap in the trash. So I did, I cleaned out an entire drawer of it. One of the items I threw away, a pair of the 3D glasses from The Nightmare Before Christmas: In 3D. No big right? Wrong! I turn on my TV tonight, and find out that I Love the 80’s is on, and, in 3D! What are the chances!? Less than a month after throwing away those sweet glasses. I could’ve seen The Noid, Weird Al, and even Michael Ian Black in 3D! Rotten Luck.

:.Chicago Pics

The title says it all. Here are some of my favorite pictures from the chicago trip, enjoy!
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What’s that? Two post’s in two days? You can’t handle it can you? Well, I just wanted to give you this hilarious little nugget.

At our apartment complex, there is covered parking, which you have to pay for if you want your car to not get rained on. People are pretty protective of their spots, in fact, a couple of cars have been towed for parking illegaly in the covered parking. Well, right before dinner, we discovered this:

Someone thought it would be funny to park this old, clunker of a tricycle in a reserved parking spot. We agreed! I really couldn’t resist hopping on the little guy, and taking him for a spin. After a couple of wheelies, burnouts, and stoppies, I parked it back in its spot. Check out the action shot (thank you Steffen for you photography skills).

LOTD: Passport Kitteh
QOTD: “I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying.” – Michael Jordan

Tags: tricycle, steffen, lolcats, funny, sparq, michael jordan

Way too much has happened since the last time I posted, so I’ll just hit the major topics and we can move on to more important things. Here are the awesome things I’ve done lately:

:.The Reader.:

I read a really awesome book called The Giver. I know what you’re going to say, “Scott, I love that book! I read it when I was in the 8th grade!” Congratulations! So did you and everyone I else I know. Apparently I was out with Cholera, a Broken Leg, Small Pox, or something else I caught by playing too much Oregon Trail in the computer lab, when they read this little gem. Either way, I read it and I loved it. I especially love how they refer to the past as “before there was sameness.” I think that the book is really well written and I feel the author could’ve come up with a way better word than sameness. No?

:.Chicago is for Bulls Lovers.:

Britnee and I went to Chicago for spring break. Actually, I can’t really call it “spring break,” since I’m not in school, and I don’t have a real job. I digress. The trip was really awesome. Here is a quick rundown of the trip:

• Saw 10,000 skyscrapers
• Saw the Chicago River painted green
• Went to Wicked (a Broadway play)
• Went to a Bull’s game
• Spent way too much money, shopping on the Magnificent Mile
• Ate Chicago-style pizza

I have some pretty cool pictures from the trip, but I completely forgot them at home…er my dog at em’…or my alien friend Allen Strange (see image) zapped them with his awesome powers and now they are gone. In any case, I’ll have to post them later.

:.Fake Out of the Year.:

O man, I bet you read the second sentence of the above paragraph and thought, “o man, Scott, you are such a loser, you still don’t have a real job?” Psych!! Man, I wish I could’ve seen the look on your face just now. The truth is, I do have a real job now. I’m not going to mention the company’s name, that way I can post freely and probably not end up in trouble. I’m not sure what the rules are for that, so you’ll just have to take my written word on it. But, I can tell you that I’m a software developer/programmer, and I love it! I don’t have any cool stories as of yet,. Except this, there is a guy who I work with, and his name (I’m pretty sure) is Joe Young. Every time I see him, I want to call him Mighty Joe Young. And I’ll leave you with that.

:.Hand in the Cookie Crisp Box.:

I’m living at home, with my parents, until I can save up a little money and buy a phat pad with like 3 jacuzzis and a gumball machine like at CiCi’s Pizza where there is a water park slide the gum goes on before it gets to you, and if you get a sucky ass flavor, like white, you have to watch in horror as it swirls towards you and you have no control over the situation. What was I talking about? O yeah, I’m living at home. Well the other morning I went in to get cereal, opened the box of Lucky Charms, and immediately realized there wasn’t enough for even half a bowl. I never know what to do in this situation. It’s kind of like finding a dead body. You can,

1. You can tell someone, but they will probably think you did it
2. You can ignore it, and someone will probably think you did it
3. Or if you are their beach house and there is going to be a big party and stuff, you can carry him/her around and pretend like they are alive

The “almost empty box of cereal” is just like that. I don’t want to throw it away, it’s perfectly good food. But I don’t want anyone to see me putting it back, they might say, “hey, don’t put that almost empty box of cereal back, you better mix it with that Raisin Bran and like it!” So I usually pretend like I grabbed the wrong box. This actually involves the same moves as putting it back directly, except that I do a surprised look and then shrug my shoulders first. Then, no one suspects anything. Clever.

Since I have a little more free time, and I can update directly through a new browser (flock) that I’m using, I hope to be posting more regularly. We’ll see if that happens, but I’ve got a lot on my chest (and it ain’t hair or nipples, because I only have 2 of those and that doesn’t count for “a lot”) so I”ll be putting it on here probably.

LOTD: MuxTape

QOTD: “No, no, I need two men on this. That’s what she said. No time! But she did. No time!” – Michael Scott

I was discussing with Britnee the worldwide sensation that is the arcade. I’m not talking about a regular old video game arcade. No, I’m talking about the prize wielding kind. The first thing I always did was scope out what I was playing for. I never could set my sights low, like a basketball goal that I could hang on the back of my door plus a foam ball that you couldn’t actually shoot from more than 5 feet away because it would instantly lose velocity. I always wanted something unattainable with tickets but easily attainable with 5 dollars cash. I’m talking about a CD boombox

a ride-on fire truck

an alien head lamp

maybe even an electronic gun that shoots bubbles…o yeah!

Once I’ve decided on my goal, I would set off to spend my college fund.

I usually started out trying to just get some guaranteed tickets by playing games I was pretty good at. Ski ball, basketball, and maybe even a little whack-a-mole. Those games only give you about 5 tickets for winning, so there is no way I’m going to be able to blast my enemies with bubbles if I don’t do some serious ticket damamge. Enter the games of amazing skill. Now it is time to play games where timing is everything! There was the one that if you stopped the light that moved incredibly fast in your “zone,” you could win like 800 tickets. Usually, I would spend around $5 dollars on the little whore (without winning because the light mysteriously stopped short everytime) before I would move on to something else. I also always hated the game where there was a really large, dumb clown face that you tried to shoot the teeth out of, but it was way to hard to aim the gun correctly. If I remember right, the teeth all had faces and crazy hairdo’s. I’ve never been much of a marksman, but I would like to believe blasting large hairy teeth out of a clowns mouth isn’t outside my skill set.

When I finally decided I was done, I would have a stack of tickets from the floor to my chin. In the olden’ days, I would have to try and count these tickets by hand. Then, you tell the prize redeemer how many tickets you had, and since they don’t make enough money to call you on your math, they would pretty much believe you. I never tried to fool them though, they always seemed to have an innate sense of how to count tickets at a glance, and I didn’t want to risk it. Later, ticket counting evolved from the hand counting method to this crazy invention that counted tickets by weight. I still think that machine was set up to screw me over, I always ended up a few tickets short. Well now-a-days, they have machines that can count tickets for you…amazing. I don’t know why more of our resources weren’t devoted to this technology, but that’s ok. Anyways, once your tickets were counted, it was time to do some prize picking.

I was always about 15,000 tickets away from getting an alien lamp, which means I can’t afford anything behind the counter. All of my prizes were placed, well lit, right in front of me in a glass case. This accolade atrium was full of fantastic knick-knacks. Spread out before me was every single flavor of tootsie roll (vanilla, banana, lemon, original, strawberry), a wide assortment of colors for friendship bracelets, those parachute guys who always got tangled in their damn parachute and never actually parachuted, every style of bouncy ball ever conceived, some weird vampire teeth that always hurt my gums, wax red lips that couldn’t open so you could never fake they were your lips, fake finger tips (i’m not really sure why i wanted those), a green army man for any situation(sniper, artillery, minesweeper, and a lame guy with a walkie talkie), and also those rubber things you could turn inside out and they would pop back up, but you could never set them down quick enough so they always popped in your own hand.

Since I couldn’t afford any cool prizes, I ended up leaving with 10,000 crappy ones. Every single one of my friends would recieve a new friendship bracelet. I would go home with a tootsie roll for each day of the year, and a different flavor for each month. I also usually went home with a new deck of cards with a professional team that no one cared about on them, such as the Cleveland Browns. All in all, I learned a lot about life. Such as, don’t stop till you reach the top…otherwise you will get worthless rewards.

:.Some Real Entertainment.:

I’m tired of having basic cable. In order to get the shows I really want, I need one of those original satellite dishes. I’m talking about those giant saucer’s that doubled as a children’s swimming pool. Those things always recieve the coolest channels. The All Karate Movies channel, the 24-Hour Supermarket Sweep channel, the Swedish Cooking Channel, QVC Japan (all Hello Kitty all the time), and of course the Animals Up Close, With a Wide Angle Lens channel.

:.Somebody’s Poisined the Water Hole.:

I was using the restroom at the Library this week and I spotted this little nugget etched into the stall.
This comment really had me taken aback. It appeared that it was completely unprovoked, since no one had written comments about Pixar films, Disney movies, nor the Toy Story series itself anywhere in sight. I guess that this angry critic felt the movie was so unexeceptional, he/she took the time to write with a sharpie on the wall, “toy story 2 was ok.” OK? Wow, they really let em’ have it. Some people hold back when they are writing on the stall, but not this die hard Woody/un-Joan Cusak fan. They went all out, letting their true, luke warm distest for Toy Story 2 show through. Luckily they staged this diabolical protest 8 YEARS after the film originally came out, and approximately 7 years, 11 months, and 10 days after the height of its popularity. In fact, this has really got me motivated to take a stand on a couple of sub-par sequels, such as:

Wow! I feel way… way better now that is off my mind.

:.It Ain’t as it Seems.:

The other evening we had a pretty large gathering at Britnee’s apartment for game night. I really wanted to mention one awkward, but funny moment. We were playing Catch Phrase and it was Steffen’s turn, who is on my team. He looks at me and says, “You have a big inflatable one of these.” Well instantly, everyone looks at me and is like…”wuh?” They assume Steffen is talking about a sex doll, since the phrasing insuates this. So I’m instantly on the defense, but because I am completely confused and caught off guard, I can’t say anything but, “um, n-n-noooo I don’t.” Well it turns out, Steffen was talking about Shrek, go figure. Here is what he is talking about:

Steffen might should have said, “he is the green ogre that has a donkey sidekick,” instead. O well, still provided for quite a laugh. O, and my buddy Klint somehow stepped in/on a York Peppermint Pattie and spent most of the game trying to unravel that mystery, which I thought was equally hilarious.

LOTD: Ask A Ninja: Back in the Day
QOTD: “Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
But not the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves.” – Modest Mouse, Missed the Boat

Although the bathroom is a sanctuary for the mind, at times, it can be a place of panic and fear. If I’m ever in the bathroom, handling some business, I’m usually pretty relaxed. That is, until someone else comes into the bathroom. As soon as I hear that door open, I instantly check the lock on the stall. For some reason, I always think that I forgot to lock it, plus I just don’t trust the lock. They are too flimsy. Once I’ve checked the locks, I instantly prepare myself for the worst. I always think that the lock is going to give, as soon as someone barely pushes on it. I don’t know if anyone else has this phobia of someone breaking the stall down while you are taking a deuce, but it keeps me awake at night.

:.I’m Lookin for Some Hot Stuff.:

There is something else I wanted to share before I forgot. Why is it that everytime I visit the zoo, the Lions, Giraffes, or the Elephants are hiding because it is too hot. Um….say what? Those Sahara Desert animals are too hot here in Oklahoma? Tell them that I’m also hot, and paid $20 to walk half a mile to the back of the zoo to see their happy asses, and I don’t care. These guys are entertainers! I didn’t go to the zoo to look at acres of dry land with sporadic droppings and crying babies all over the place. No no, I came specifically to see those awesome animals that were in my Zoo Book magazines that I used to get and to recite shocking facts about the same beasts. “Did you know that a Lion’s roar can be heard 5 miles away?”

:.Review: The Good Sheppard.:

Well, I didn’t intend to write this much, just the bathroom stall bit, but I was filling the flow. This weekend, I watched the “Godfather of CIA movies.” Matt Damon’s thriller The Good Shepherd. I really wish I could have that 3 hours of my life back, and yes, it is that freaking long. The movie moved relatively slow, and then would speed up really quickly at important parts. When this happened, I missed too much which made the plot really confusing. If you have 3 hours to kill and you wouldn’t rather organize your sock drawer or take a nap…then come read my blog!

LOTD: SeeqPod: A really cool way to find songs
QOTD: “I think that the monkeys at the zoo should have to wear sunglasses so they can’t hypnotize you.” – Jack Handey

This is an awesome soccer tricks video. These are all things that I want to be able to do…eventually. I’m going to go home and work on the Around The World trick after I get off today, because I want to master it.

Props to Freestyle Soccer Tricks Blog for the link. If you want to learn some sweet moves, watch the video and visit this page.

:.Moving Time.:

My entire office is resituating today, so that means that I will spend my final week here in an office with some people who actually do work. This means, no more instant messaging, no more surfing the net, and no more blogging!! This makes me sad, but its only for a week. Maybe I can sneak an update in sometime along the way, or who knows, I might use some of my time outside of work to blog, but don’t get your hopes up.

LOTD: WebbAlert
QOTD: “I have enough money to last me the rest of my life, unless I buy something.” – Jackie Mason

Lately in soccer, diving has become an art and a nuisance of the game. If you watch any professional soccer game on TV, even the untrained eye will catch the numerous dives. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the term, a dive is when a player intentionally falls to draw a foul. Now of course, there are different levels of dives. Sometimes a player might actually be taken out, but he really milks the landing. That isn’t too annoying and pretty much everyone does that from time to time. But what really pisses me off is when the guys falls down and isn’t even being fouled. Look at this fool:

That retard was 3 strides away from any players before he drops like he was shot by a sniper. He should be up for an Oscar for that performance. Obviously, that is a little exaggerated, not every dive is that ridiculous. As you saw in the video, the ref gave the guy a yellow card for diving, since it is cheating. Usually, though, the players are never caught and get away with it completely. I get tired of this because it completely stops game play and ruins any flow that it had going. Now, the Scottish Football Association is actually doing something about this. They are going to start reviewing game film and penalizing players after the fact, if they catch them diving. You can read about it all by clicking the Link of the Day below.

:.Even I’m a Little Guilty.:

Although I’m totally against diving and all for penalizing the bums who do it, I’ve done on occasion as well. One time, though, it saved the day. I have an idea! Why don’t I tell you about it.

It was in the state playoffs, during a second overtime with a team we should have beaten by 5 goals. The other team sent a cross into our goal box, right to the guy I was marking. We both jumped into the air to try and get a piece of it. Unfortunately, I mistimed my jump and I was going to miss the ball just barely. Right before the ball got there, I dove. I laid out completely and hit the ground like I was paralyzed. My opponent connected with the ball on his head and put it in the net. Too bad for him, the ref called the “foul” and took back their goal. Now, had I not taken the dive, we would’ve been knocked out of the playoffs, so I thought it was a good call (since we did end up winning). My coach on the other hand, didn’t feel the same way.

The next practice, while we were watching the game film, we saw the play roll by on the projector. I announced that I wasn’t actually fouled, I just took one for the team. Instead of commending me on saving the game, coach asked, “Why didn’t you just put your head on it instead?” I tried to explain to him that I had just mistimed my jump, and I didn’t have many other options. Someone was going down, me or him, to stop that goal. And wasn’t even that bad of a dive, i mean, his arm was in my back, I just milked it. Coach didn’t care, he would’ve rather had the goal I guess.

:.Just for Steffen.:
While we are on the topic of diving, I have something else to address. The video you are about to see is of Christiano Ronaldo, one of my least favorite players in the world. Steffen, for some reason, likes him. He is a cry baby, a scumbag, and most of all, a cheat. He dives non-stop and I can’t stand it. Watch the video and see for yourself.

LOTD: SFA is Cleaning Up the Bums
QOTD: “Five days shalt thou labour, as the Bible says. The seventh day is the Lord thy God’s. The sixth day is for football” – Anthony Burgess

This is a really awesome game if you have some time to kill…and you aren’t dumb. It is similar to the game Mercury on PSP. For a free game, it has really awesome graphics. Give it a whirl if you have a chance. The link is down below as the Link of the Day.
LOTD: Bloxorz
QOTD: “I just applied for a lloan…a spanish loan?” – Ryan Doonkeen

Tags: bloxorz, game, review, psp, mercury, bubblebox

!Warning: Movie Spoiler nearly 8 years after the movie came out, below. Don’t keep reading if you ever plan on seeing Sixth Sense where Bruce Willis turns out to be dead the entire movie!

That’s it, I’m fed up! If no one else is going to say something, I will. If you knew from the beginning of the Sixth Sense that Bruce Willis was dead, congratulations. You are not in some super elite group of the human race, you are not bettering the world in any way having accomplished this, and you are not getting any more recognition from me. It is a movie! It doesn’t mean anything that you figured it out in the beginning. I don’t know why, but for some people, this is their claim to fame. Numerous times I’ve been at a party, and someone has thrown that little nugget into the conversation. I wouldn’t be surprised if this guy had put that on his resume’ under “expertise.” This can be added to the list of Things You Can’t Say in a Conversation With Me. On this list are such greats as, “I can’t believe how skinny you are,” “Did you know that your earlobes are attached?” and of course “I always knew that Chris Gaines was Garth Brooks.” Slipping any of these into a conversation with me will result in a roundhouse kick to the face… maybe even twice!

:.It’s Running Time.:

Another thing that I am tired of is trying to find the “approximate” running time on the back of the DVD. That is the only piece of crap that I even need off the back of the box. I don’t want a synopsis, I don’t need to know what special features I won’t be watching are on there, and I definitely don’t need to know who the “music supervisor” is. Highlight the running time or make the damn thing bigger and in an exact location. On top of that, stop trying to make me do math when I want to watch a movie. I don’t like that after 30 minutes of searching for the length of the feature film, I have to figure out exactly how long 113 minutes is. Yes, I know, it isn’t that hard, but neither is 1hr 53mins.

:.Review: Bridge to Terabithia.:

This is the first time I cried in a Disney movie since The Lion King (which gets me every time). Other than making me cry, the movie didn’t make me do too much else. I didn’t have to think, I didn’t have to laugh and I didn’t have to say, “that was a good movie.” Throughout the entire movie, there is never a real plot. It jumps from topic to topic and creates some really interesting characters, but it never takes you anywhere. For all of the work that was put into creating the imaginary world of Terabithia, you hardly get a real glimpse into it. There aren’t really any characters in Terabithia aside from a random troll who you think is bad but turns out to be good and has only one speaking line, “Hey.” I wouldn’t recommend the movie to anyone unless they are hard up for some easy entertainment because that’s what it was.

:.An Awesome Dream.:

This morning I had a really awesome dream. I was walking in some sort of park and all of a sudden the Mortal Kombat theme song started playing. Out of nowhere all of the Mortal Kombat characters started appearing and getting into like a military formation. For some reason, I was in formation with them. All of a sudden, fighting just breaks out and I’m trading blows with the likes of Sub-Zero and Jax. I run into a nearby toy store for cover, and all of a sudden, KC and the Sunshine Band’s song Boogie Shoes starts playing. The fighting quickly changes to dancing. Some Kombatant that I did not know was pushing me around in a computer chair in the toy store. Every now and then, we’d stop and put on our boogie shoes! When I was in the shower after I had woke up, I realized what had happened. My iPod alarm was going off for like 25 minutes, and those were songs on my morning playlist. I’m going to see if I can reproduce this effect tomorrow morning, since apparently my alarm clock doesn’t wake me up, haha.

LOTD: Top 50 Movie Robots
QOTD: “I’m all wasted conversations in the corner of an empty room” – Indoor Living by Motion City Soundtrack

Tags: Terabithia, Motion City Soundtrack, Movie Robots, Running Time, Sixth Sense, Rant, Random, Annoying, Movies, Dreams, KC and the Sunshine Band, Mortal Kombat, Disney

Ryan, Kurtis, Steffen, Jeff and I packed up and headed down the road to go camping at the luxurious Blue River. Kurtis, Steffen and I rode in one vehicle, and we were going to meet the others down there. Kurtis had the entire thing mapped out on his iPhone, and were following along nicely. As George Castanza would have put it, “We were making great time!” But if you have ever been on one of our trips, you would know that nothing runs smoothly. Once we reached our exit, we noticed a giant orange sign had been placed over the front of it, reading, “CLOSED.” Being quick on his toes, Kurtis responded, “Maybe not?” Maybe not indeed, we took the exit anyways.

Once we arrived at the end of the on ramp, we were met with another informative tidbit, “ROAD CLOSED TO THROUGH TRAFFIC. BRIDGE OUT AHEAD.” In the spirit of Kurtis’ slogan, “Maybe not,” we drove on anyways. I wanted to floor it, and ramp the gap, but my friends didn’t want to. We finally met a dead end where the bridge actually was out, and there was a small detour sign. Sitting right above that detour sign was a pink piece of construction paper with the word “Glamorous,” written on it and an arrow pointing in the direction of the detour. We figured, who can’t trust a Glamorous sign?

Well after a couple more Glamorous signs, we were around the non-bridge and back onto the highway. It wasn’t after too long after that we reached Blue River, only to find that the water bridge to our side of the river was a raging rapid. Instead of settling for another campsite, we threw all of our gear onto our shoulders and made the mile hike to the campsite. After a couple of trips to and from, Ryan showed up and decided he was bad ass enough to drive across the bridge. Once the campsite was all set up, we went down to meet Jeff at the bridge, who just happened to already be standing there.

That was about it for the evening, until we all go into the tent for the night. Out of nowhere, we started singing a medley of show tunes and other classics, such as: Summer Loving from Grease, Dirty Pop from N’Sync, and A Whole New World from Aladdin. Summer Loving was easily the crowd favorite. We were all dancing around the tent and getting into it, classic. Another highlight of the tent action was every now and then, Jeff would yell out, “Steam Roll!” He would then roll from one side of the tent to the other, haha, it was hilarious. Then he mixed it up on us and asked, “What rhymes with ‘Bean Bowl’?” For some reason, none of us saw the obvious answer, until he revealed it as he rolled on us, “Steam Roll!”

:.Saturday: Day 1…Kind of.:

Saturday was an action packed day. We woke up early and headed up stream. The horseflies were all over us, and we ran into a spider web about every 7 or 8 feet. Once we got far enough up stream, we decided to float back. This proved to be both dumb and difficult, as the water was rarely deep enough for us to “float.” Usually we were floating with our legs up so that way we could avoid having our knees and hips smashed to bits. Sometimes, though, a rock would spin you sideways and the current would take you away too quickly to turn back around and you would pinball your ass, for a good 10 feet, off jagged rocks. For lunch we had turkey on bread and ice cold beer, perfect on a hot day! We wrapped up lunch with a classic game of grenades. The concept of grenades is simple, you throw rocks at each other…fun stuff.

We were disappointed to find out that the “holes” we normally go spelunking in were completely full of logs, sand, WWII propaganda, and twigs. This meant we could do our death defying tricks that we are infamous for (at least among the 5 of us). Since this kind of threw a wrench in our plans, we had to come with a new agenda. Since we had already swam for a bazillion hours, and were still nursing our rock wounds, that was out. This only left drinking! So we started throwing a couple back and decided that we better replenish our supply before we were intoxicated. So we hopped in Ryan’s truck and headed to Scotty’s.

On our way out of the camp grounds, we passed 4 cop cars: 2 highway patrol, 2 unmarked. Immediately we knew something was going down since you would rarely see a cop out in those parts, better yet 4. On our way back, turns out we were right. They had set up a roadblock to check for drunk drivers, underage drinkers, and the most sought after outlaws, people camping with out a hunting or fishing license. Lucky for us, Steffen was driving (he hadn’t had a sip), and we were all at least 21. Unfortunately, Kurtis and I are not hunters or fishers, so we didn’t have a license. Kurtis and I both have Ninja licenses, but those may have got us into even more trouble at that point. If I show anyone my ninja license, I have to kill them, which made this a tension filled situation. The Game Warden let Kurt and I off with warnings, and told us to lay low and drink our beer. So we did just that.

One more note on the evening. While we were sitting around our non-existent campfire, I felt something crawl on my leg. I brushed it off, but I was a little nervous because it felt like a large creature. Within seconds it came right back over onto my leg, and I lost it. I jumped up like I was on fire and was yelling for a flashlight. The culprit quickly identified himself as one Mr. Stick Bug. I thought he was pretty creepy, but Ryan is a beast master and just picked him right up. Look at how big this guy was:

:.A Farewell to Arms.:

All in all, the trip was a success and went somewhat better than the last time we were there. We couldn’t swim in the holes, but the horseflies weren’t nearly as treacherous and we had adequate camping supplies. It was great getting together with all the guys once more before school.

You can see all of the pictures from this trip right here:

Blue River

LOTD: Essential Camping Gear
QOTD: “By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you’ll be happy. If you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher and that is a good thing for any man.” -Socrates