The sign of the Beaver is a book my daughter must read for school. She is not happy about it. Her displeasure reminds me of how I felt about that dolphin book. Island of the Blue Dolphins. I still clearly remember being so annoyed with the story that when Miss #$%^& (forgot her name) asked me "what would you like to see happen next?" I replied "I would like her to die!"
Tonight I witnessed a bottle of wine being opened with a pocket knife for my benefit. Don't get the wrong idea, the gents wielding said crude tool was my father and youngest brother and no one here plays the banjo. But as I watched I thought of something innovative. I think all pocket knives should be equipped with GPS and automatic notifications. I think this would be useful for many many reasons the reason that crossed my mind in this moment was an auto notification to the local AA. The use of that tiny cork screw wreaks of desperation. You can't have desperation without lack of preparation and poor decision making and all three are being pursued by regret.
As many of you know the whole point to my blog is an exercise in exposure. If I can get used to people reading my inner thoughts perhaps I can overcome my writers block and get on with completing my book. That said it isn't helping and I'm thinking I should turn the dial up on my level of exposure. I know only one way to do this. I shall reveal all of the 2011 names for my mmmhmmm [points to nether region]. I change the name quite frequently sometimes dressing it up for the holiday, sometimes influenced by current events, other times because I thought of something really funny. I refuse to explain any of them unless you ask nicely.
Shadow HellCat Sea Biscuit
Pandora Scarlet O'hara Steve
Ground Zero Tinsel Town Simper Fi
Cape Cod GateKeeper 20,000 leagues
Fun Center Tunnel of Love Party City
Winter Wonderland Four Alarm Fire Front Butt
Backstreet Bonanza Hall Monitor Snapper
Feed me Seymour Deadliest Catch snuffleufapuss
My Other Lazy Eye Montezuma Widow Maker
The Iron Fist Slip N Slide IHole 4.0
PeaceMaker Cave of Wonders crematorium
Captian 3.14 Welcome Wagon
Occupy Wall Street Pandoras Beard The looking Glass
Thanks you and good night :)
Tonight I witnessed a bottle of wine being opened with a pocket knife for my benefit. Don't get the wrong idea, the gents wielding said crude tool was my father and youngest brother and no one here plays the banjo. But as I watched I thought of something innovative. I think all pocket knives should be equipped with GPS and automatic notifications. I think this would be useful for many many reasons the reason that crossed my mind in this moment was an auto notification to the local AA. The use of that tiny cork screw wreaks of desperation. You can't have desperation without lack of preparation and poor decision making and all three are being pursued by regret.
As many of you know the whole point to my blog is an exercise in exposure. If I can get used to people reading my inner thoughts perhaps I can overcome my writers block and get on with completing my book. That said it isn't helping and I'm thinking I should turn the dial up on my level of exposure. I know only one way to do this. I shall reveal all of the 2011 names for my mmmhmmm [points to nether region]. I change the name quite frequently sometimes dressing it up for the holiday, sometimes influenced by current events, other times because I thought of something really funny. I refuse to explain any of them unless you ask nicely.
Shadow HellCat Sea Biscuit
Pandora Scarlet O'hara Steve
Ground Zero Tinsel Town Simper Fi
Cape Cod GateKeeper 20,000 leagues
Fun Center Tunnel of Love Party City
Winter Wonderland Four Alarm Fire Front Butt
Backstreet Bonanza Hall Monitor Snapper
Feed me Seymour Deadliest Catch snuffleufapuss
My Other Lazy Eye Montezuma Widow Maker
The Iron Fist Slip N Slide IHole 4.0
PeaceMaker Cave of Wonders crematorium
Captian 3.14 Welcome Wagon
Occupy Wall Street Pandoras Beard The looking Glass
Thanks you and good night :)