Tuesday, September 29, 2009

One test before I begin rewriting a story I just lost off of the notepad

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

tracking


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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Seeing if I can add a fanbox.

Emma's Kitchen on Facebook

Friday, June 12, 2009

Today

The first evening in my dorm has me reconsidering medical school (not really), I mean Harvard Law School really does have nice dorms. I don't know how much they would be during the semester, I have two bay windows, nice dark wood furniture with brushed silver handles, a lovely kitchen with sitting area, walk in closet. Rather unexpected. This will have to go down as my favourite dorm of all time. I haven't tried the Harvard food yet, but I look forward to it. I'll post my top ten universities for food and dorms soon. The rain doesn't want to let up. It started last night and seems to be a bit stubborn. Its refreshing, it had been hot and dry in Seattle for a couple weeks, Oakland was dry and sunny, and Las Vegas seemed quite temperate. Odd to think that I've been to all those places in a week but meh. I'm supposed to go meet the staff at 0830 for breakfast. I'd like to do my legs and back workout before I eat. I haven't kept up with my p90x writings and reviews. I should do yoga in the morning and then legs and back in the evening. You can't forget to do your Yoga or stretch. I know the yoga programme is about an hour and a half, but suck it up cupcake..

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Battle Stations Pacific



"NICE. like someone opened a deli counter at history channel and they whipped up a delicious sandwich made of battle:360 and dogfights!" Claims Chris Kuminecz

Friday, April 10, 2009

There


THE LORAX

At the far end of town
where the Grickle-grass grows
and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows
and no birds ever sing excepting old crows...
is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.

And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,
if you look deep enough you can still see, today,
where the Lorax once stood
just as long as it could
before somebody lifted the Lorax away.

What was the Lorax?
And why was it there?
And why was it lifted and taken somewhere
from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows?
The old Once-ler still lives here.
Ask him. He knows.


You won't see the Once-ler.
Don't knock at his door.
He stays in his Lerkim on top of his store.
He lurks in his Lerkim, cold under the roof,
where he makes his own clothes
out of miff-muffered moof.
And on special dank midnights in August,
he peeks
out of the shutters
and sometimes he speaks
and tells how the Lorax was lifted away.

He'll tell you, perhaps...
if you're willing to pay.

On the end of a rope
he lets down a tin pail
and you have to toss in fifteen cents
and a nail
and the shell of a great-great-great-
grandfather snail.

Then he pulls up the pail,
makes a most careful count
to see if you've paid him
the proper amount.


Then he hides what you paid him
away in his Snuvv,
his secret strange hole
in his gruvvulous glove.

Then he grunts, "I will call you by Whisper-ma-Phone,
for the secrets I tell you are for your ears alone."

SLUPP!
Down slupps the Whisper-ma-Phone to your ear
and the old Once-ler's whispers are not very clear,
since they have to come down
through a snergelly hose,
and he sounds
as if he had
smallish bees up his nose.

"Now I'll tell you,"he says, with his teeth sounding gray,
"how the Lorax got lifted and taken away...

It all started way back...
such a long, long time back...


Way back in the days when the grass was still green
and the pond was still wet
and the clouds were still clean,
and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space...
one morning, I came to this glorious place.
And I first saw the trees!
The Truffula Trees!
The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees!
Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.

And, under the trees, I saw Brown Bar-ba-loots
frisking about in their Bar-ba-loot suits
as they played in the shade and ate Truffula fruits.

From the rippulous pond
came the comfortable sound
of the Humming-Fish humming
while splashing around.


But those trees! Those trees!
Those Truffula Trees!
All my life I'd been searching
for trees such as these.
The touch of their tufts
was much softer than silk.
And they had the sweet smell
of fresh butterfly milk.

I felt a great leaping
of joy in my heart.
I knew just what I'd do!
I unloaded my cart.

In no time at all, I had built a small shop.
Then I chopped down a Truffula Tree with one chop.
And with great skillful skill and with great speedy speed,
I took the soft tuft, and I knitted a Thneed!

The instant I'd finished, I heard a ga-Zump!
I looked.
I saw something pop out of the stump
of the tree I'd chopped down. It was sort of a man.
Describe him?... That's hard. I don't know if I can.


He was shortish. And oldish.
And brownish. And mossy.
And he spoke with a voice
that was sharpish and bossy.

"Mister!" he said with a sawdusty sneeze,
"I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees.
I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.
And I'm asking you, sir, at the top if my lungs"-
he was very upset as he shouted and puffed-
"What's that THING you've made out of my Truffula tuft?"

"Look, Lorax," I said."There's no cause for alarm.
I chopped just one tree. I am doing no harm.
I'm being quite useful. This thing is a Thneed.
A Thneed's a Fine-Something-That-All-People-Need!
It's a shirt. It's a sock. It's a glove, It's a hat.
But it has other uses. Yes, far beyond that.
You can use it for carpets. For pillows! For sheets!
Or curtains! Or covers for bicycle seats!"

The Lorax said,
"Sir! You are crazy with greed.
There is no one on earth
who would buy that fool Thneed!"


But the very next minute I proved he was wrong.
For, just at that minute, a chap came along,
and he thought the Thneed I had knitted was great.
He happily bought it for three ninety-eight

I laughed at the Lorax, "You poor stupid guy!
You never can tell what some people will buy."

"I repeat," cried the Lorax,
"I speak for the trees!"

"I'm busy," I told him.
"Shut up, if you please."

I rushed 'cross the room, and in no time at all,
built a radio-phone. I put in a quick call.
I called all my brothers and uncles and aunts
and I said, "Listen here! Here's a wonderful chance
for the whole Once-ler Family to get mighty rich!
Get over here fast! Take the road to North Nitch.
Turn left at Weehawken. Sharp right at South Stitch."

And, in no time at all,
in the factory I built,
the whole Once-ler Family
was working full tilt.
We were all knitting Thneeds
just as busy as bees,
to the sound of the chopping
of Truffula Trees.


Then...
Oh! Baby! Oh!
How my business did grow!
Now, chopping one tree
at a time
was too slow.

So I quickly invented my Super-Axe-Hacker
which whacked off four Truffula Trees at one smacker.
We were making Thneeds
four times as fast as before!
And that Lorax?...
He didn't show up any more.

But the next week
he knocked
on my new office door.

He snapped, "I am the Lorax who speaks for the trees
which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please.
But I'm also in charge of the Brown Bar-ba-loots
who played in the shade in their Bar-ba-loot suits
and happily lived, eating Truffula Fruits.

"NOW... thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground,
there's not enought Truffula Fruit to go 'round.
And my poor Bar-ba-loots are all getting the crummies
because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies!

"They loved living here. But I can't let them stay.
They'll have to find food. And I hope that they may.
Good luck, boys," he cried. And he sent them away.

I, the old Once-ler, felt sad
as I watched them all go.
BUT...
business is business!
And business must grow
regardless of crummies in tummies, you know.


I meant no harm. I most truly did not.
But I had to grow bigger.So bigger I got.
I biggered my factory. I biggered my roads.
I biggered my wagons. I biggered the loads
of the Thneeds I shipped out. I was shipping them forth
to the South! To the East! To the West! To the North!
I went right on biggering... selling more Thneeds.
And I biggered my money, which everyone needs.

Then again he came back! I was fixing some pipes
when that old-nuisance Lorax came back with more gripes.

"I am the Lorax," he coughed and he whiffed.
He sneezed and he snuffled. He snarggled. He sniffed.
"Once-ler!" he cried with a cruffulous croak.
"Once-ler! You're making such smogulous smoke!
My poor Swomee-Swans... why, they can't sing a note!
No one can sing who has smog in his throat.

"And so," said the Lorax,
"-please pardon my cough-
they cannot live here.
So I'm sending them off.

"Where will they go?...
I don't hopefully know.

They may have to fly for a month... or a year...
To escape from the smog you've smogged up around here.


"What's more," snapped the Lorax. (His dander was up.)
"Let me say a few words about Gluppity-Glupp.
Your machine chugs on, day and night without stop
making Gluppity-Glupp. Also Schloppity-Schlopp.
And what do you do with this leftover goo?...
I'll show you. You dirty old Once-ler man, you!

"You're glumping the pond where the Humming-Fish hummed!
No more can they hum, for their gills are all gummed.
So I'm sending them off. Oh, their future is dreary.
They'll walk on their fins and get woefully weary
in search of some water that isn't so smeary."

And then I got mad.
I got terribly mad.
I yelled at the Lorax, "Now listen here, Dad!
All you do is yap-yap and say, 'Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!'
Well, I have my rights, sir, and I'm telling you
I intend to go on doing just what I do!
And, for your information, you Lorax, I'm figgering

On biggering

and BIGGERING

andBIGGERING

and BIGGERING,

turning MORE Truffula Trees into Thneeds
which everyone, EVERYONE, EVERYONE needs!"

And at that very moment, we heard a loud whack!
From outside in the fields came a sickening smack
of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall.
The very last Truffula Tree of them all!


No more trees. No more Thneeds. No more work to be done.
So, in no time, my uncles and aunts, every one,
all waved me good-bye. They jumped into my cars
and drove away under the smoke-smuggered stars.

Now all that was left 'neath the bad smelling-sky
was my big empty factory...
the Lorax...
and I.

The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance...
just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance...
as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants.
And I'll never forget the grim look on his face
when he heisted himself and took leave of this place,
through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.

And all that the Lorax left here in this mess
was a small pile of rocks, with one word...
"UNLESS."
Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn't guess.


That was long, long ago.
But each day since that day
I've sat here and worried
and worried away.
Through the years, while my buildings
have fallen apart,
I've worried about it
with all of my heart.

"But now," says the Once-ler,
"Now that you're here,
the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear.
UNLESS someone like you
cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It's not.

"SO...
Catch!" calls the Once-ler.
He lets something fall.
"It's a Truffula Seed.
It's the last one of all!
You're in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.
And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.
Plant a new Truffula.Treat it with care.
Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.
Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.
Then the Lorax
and all of his friends
may come back."

Thursday, March 12, 2009

p90x day 1

Started day one of the p90x program. I have to say it really kicked my butt . I wasn't able to keep up nor could I do the exercises in time with the instructor. I do feel I got an amazing workout though. The program goes for 90 days , I'm curious to see how I do by navy duty.
Me

Monday, March 2, 2009

kemps 43 questions in response.

43 ODD Things about you
If you opened this, FILL IT OUT! Learn 43 things about your friends, and let them learn 43 things about you!
Send back to me and to several more friends !!

1. Do you like blue cheese? only if it's in salad
2. Have you ever smoked? never anything ever
oui
4. What flavor of Kool Aid was your favorite? cherry, it gives you the best jr high red bigote grandote

5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? heck yeah, long history of not liking the doctor
6. What do you think of hot dogs? just finished eating one and a half
7. Favorite Christmas movie? WHITE CHRISTMAS hands down

8. Favorite thing to drink in the morning? The air, a litre of freezing water.
9. Can you do push ups? loads, record is 112 in 2 minutes.

10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? two rings both given to me by the same person. I've since lost them on a wlf at the hilton .

11. Favorite hobby? city of heroes

12. Do you have A.D.D.? cake?
13. What's one trait you dislike about yourself? How uncertain I am, and how I want to do everything.

14. Middle name ? Lee
15. Name 3 thoughts at this moment:I swear I just burped ribs, my fingers hurt, I want to read.

16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink: water, 97c cocoa from AMPM, monster drinks

17. Current worry? huge list

18. Current dislike right now? a few

19. Favorite place to be? skiing

20. How did you bring in the new year? umm, i think i went to sleep
21. Where would you like to go? mountain with snow, with two planks under my feet
22. Name three people who might complete this? heck this came from kemp off of my email
23. Do you own slippers? I think somewhere, grandma and grandpa often bought me slippers, moving around all the time doesn't help my slipper tracking system.
24. What shirt are you wearing? I'm wearing a t-shirt given to me by sarah says mr. perfect.

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? it used to be nice, but i sometimes slipped off
26. Can you whistle? Like a bird but nothing like other people
27. Favorite color? blue
28. Would you be a pirate? I am a pirate and everyone should join my crew on facebook pirates.
29. What songs do you sing in the shower? umm i do mouth trumpet

30. Favorite Girl's Name: don't know
31. Favorite boy's name: don't know
32. What's in your pocket right now? safeway giftcard with 30cents on it.
33. Last thing that made you laugh? kid doing magic on tv
34. What vehicle do you drive? talon
35. What is the worst injury you have had? major car wreck, ankles crushed, bars pins screws, parts of hip removed, umm hit by a semi.

36. Do you love where you live? nope

37. How many tvs do you have in your house? dos
38. Who is your loudest friend? ummm, loud like how?
39. Does someone have a crush on you? maybe
40. Your favorite book(s): The Black Rose, Harry Potter, Puzzle Palace, Lord of the Rings.Book of Dreams

41. Do you collect anything? Games and consoles, military coins, umm kilt items.
42. Favorite Sports Team? UNR, not really a sports fan
43. What songs do you want played at your funeral? I'm really fly for a rabbi

Friday, February 27, 2009

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Tonight's dinner,

London broil,
Cut to half inch by inch squares, or rounds or whatever you like. salt and pepper evenly on both sides
2 table spoons of olive oil in a skillet
heat the oil till a wift of smoke shows then carefully add the meat
heat 2 mins each side
remove from heat and put on heating plate (pie tin on another burner on low)
drain fat from pan and return to hot surface
pour in 1/2 c port wine
stir making sure it doesn't boil, reduce heat to prevent this
pour in 1/2 c heavy cream
add 2 tablespoons butter in pieces
1 tablespoon dijon mustard
stir till it is thickish and coats the spoon
remove from heat, steak on plate, port cream sauce over meat
very nice, I likea meat..

Friday, January 16, 2009

Taken

I know this movie comes out in about two weeks, but I thought I'd write a wee review of it now. We watched this flick in my (once a dorm room), now a double suite at the University of Maryland Marriott. Chasen and I posted a sheet upon the wall using the cracks of the well-mounted picture frames on the wall. We setup the projector and threw the movie on. Bloooooooody brilliant. If you need an hour and a half of an irish guy (acting american Liam Neeson) kicking everyone's asses, do watch this flick. We haven't had the final death tally yet but we'll get back to all on that eh.
Cheers
Watch watch watch
must watch this flick.
Cheers
oh and he kills loads of arabs, french, and bad albanians too. woot
Game set match, Neeson