So I was wearing my old black boots. The ones that I spent most of my POC years in. They were even featured in what my photography professor selected as one of the best photos of that class. While I would post such a picture on here, I have found that I don't have it here, so you will just have to imagine black boots. They make my feet hurt, and they also make my knees hurt. However, at lunch I was able to change over to my green boots. These are the boots that I don't have to shine. Also, they have much more padding under my feet, which leads to less hurting. So all is good, I approve of these boots.
Also, I stopped by the post office today. It was good, I got a box from my mother. I was all happy! I now have chocolate, and some mail that I will have to go through tonight. So hooray for that. Plus I have some books that I am reading through, which I like.
OOOO, you know what? Stella comes on Thursday! Hooray!
Any how, I just thought I'd put up a little post so that you are not worried about me. I will post again later.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
A Battleship
Greetings merry blogfans! Fear not, I have not forgotten you. Here in this time of no blog updates and not even any blog comments, I boldly post such that anyone out there who still reads blogs to have something to read. And even pictures to look at.
So today I visited the USS Alabama. It is a battleship. I thought that I might share a few pictures with you. I realize that there are many of you that were wishing for stories of the elusive jackalope, but sadly, that will still have to wait for another day.
What did I say about big guns?
So today I visited the USS Alabama. It is a battleship. I thought that I might share a few pictures with you. I realize that there are many of you that were wishing for stories of the elusive jackalope, but sadly, that will still have to wait for another day.
Battleship = big guns
See, there I am!
Once again, its me! You don't get to smile when shooting big guns.
What did I say about big guns?
Goodbye ship, I hope you have a good evening.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Cryptozoology
So let's talk about Bigfoot, the Yeti, Sasquatch if you will. Oh, and I will. So last night I caught Monster Quest on the History Channel. It was on bigfoot and I was intrigued. For you see I think that there may very well be a bigfoot out there somewhere.
Now I have never seen one, been attacked by one, shot one, captured one, eaten one, found one's footprints, hair or dropping. I have not interviewed people that have seen them. But I have read a bit on the subject, and being my blog I can write whatever I darn well please on here. And you being the blog fans can choose to read or not read it, so it all works out.
Now first off, bigfoot (I realize there are other names and all, but for this I'll stick to just one) is supposedly a large primate, rather covered in hair, tends to walk upright, leaves bigfoot prints. Now we are talking about something between a human and gorilla.
Most of these sightings tend to occur in places like Alaska, Montana or the vast wilderness of Canada. They tend to be out in places like forests. Overall its not places that a lot of people tend to happen so there aren't a lot of run ins. If you don't think that there are animals that we haven't discovered ask anyone about the rain forest, people haven't gone there, they don't know whats out there. So just think what could be lurking in our own forests, maybe a bit smarter then we want to accept and openly trying to avoid us. If it is a creature that lives in forest, then its on its home turf and would be able to avoid us much easier then we would think.
Now, a chunk of these sightings come from people who have wandered into the woods who don't really belong. City types that wanna go camping, kids looking for some where to get drunk. I don't believe their stories for the most part, as they tend not to know what is in the woods, and a bigfoot may turn out to just be the wind. However there are reports of people who live out in the area, hunters and other outdoorsmen. These people have spent time in the woods and know what is and should be out there. When they come out to say something odd is out there, I'd have more of a reason to believe them. They know what lives there and what is just odd.
So as these people report strange things I'd be willing to believe that there may very well be strange things out there. Now people say that we would have found the bodies of ones that died of natural causes. But then again how many times have we found a bear that died of natural causes? I mean, there are critters which would clean that up, nature seems to have this whole thing worked out quite well.
Overall I think that there is a good chance there is something out there that we don't know yet. I realize that a lot of cryptozoologists are nut cases and such, and that not all the critters they believe in exist, but I'm sure that there is still plenty out there we haven't found yet. And then there is always the jackalope, but that is a story for a different day.
Now I have never seen one, been attacked by one, shot one, captured one, eaten one, found one's footprints, hair or dropping. I have not interviewed people that have seen them. But I have read a bit on the subject, and being my blog I can write whatever I darn well please on here. And you being the blog fans can choose to read or not read it, so it all works out.
Now first off, bigfoot (I realize there are other names and all, but for this I'll stick to just one) is supposedly a large primate, rather covered in hair, tends to walk upright, leaves bigfoot prints. Now we are talking about something between a human and gorilla.
Most of these sightings tend to occur in places like Alaska, Montana or the vast wilderness of Canada. They tend to be out in places like forests. Overall its not places that a lot of people tend to happen so there aren't a lot of run ins. If you don't think that there are animals that we haven't discovered ask anyone about the rain forest, people haven't gone there, they don't know whats out there. So just think what could be lurking in our own forests, maybe a bit smarter then we want to accept and openly trying to avoid us. If it is a creature that lives in forest, then its on its home turf and would be able to avoid us much easier then we would think.
Now, a chunk of these sightings come from people who have wandered into the woods who don't really belong. City types that wanna go camping, kids looking for some where to get drunk. I don't believe their stories for the most part, as they tend not to know what is in the woods, and a bigfoot may turn out to just be the wind. However there are reports of people who live out in the area, hunters and other outdoorsmen. These people have spent time in the woods and know what is and should be out there. When they come out to say something odd is out there, I'd have more of a reason to believe them. They know what lives there and what is just odd.
So as these people report strange things I'd be willing to believe that there may very well be strange things out there. Now people say that we would have found the bodies of ones that died of natural causes. But then again how many times have we found a bear that died of natural causes? I mean, there are critters which would clean that up, nature seems to have this whole thing worked out quite well.
Overall I think that there is a good chance there is something out there that we don't know yet. I realize that a lot of cryptozoologists are nut cases and such, and that not all the critters they believe in exist, but I'm sure that there is still plenty out there we haven't found yet. And then there is always the jackalope, but that is a story for a different day.
Monday, February 4, 2008
A few random thoughts.
Here there be dragons
Where did my pillow cases go?
Hooray Giants!
Just so you can keep up.
I don't wanna run another 3 miles.
US Americans need maps.
Goodnight.
Where did my pillow cases go?
Hooray Giants!
Just so you can keep up.
I don't wanna run another 3 miles.
US Americans need maps.
Goodnight.
The Big Easy (Part 2)
Well, we have now returned from our break. I hope that all you merry blog fans have enjoyed the intermission with various pictures. We now rejoin this story. If you need to get updated on the beginning of the story it is here.
We can see here a mounted cop riding to deal with the shooting. Yes, after we ran a bit we stopped and I did take a picture of the cops responding. But don't fear, I was safe and such. I thought that you might like to see the police in action. Since I'm sure that most of you have not been that close to a shooting and most likely have no real desire to ever be that close.
So yes, after the shooting we headed back to the hotel and got ready to go back out to Bourbon St for more Mardi Gras wildness. We headed back out and once again acquired some beverages. We meant up with the people we watched the second parade with and wandered down the street. It was packed Saturday night. I did manage to get up to a balcony at one of the bars. It was fairly packed, but I got to snap off a view of Bourbon St from it, so you could all enjoy the partying from a different perspective. Overall it was much of the same going on. One of the girls wanted to go dancing, but we had to go into a club, cause apparently dancing in the street isn't good enough. So we went in and there was some dancing, and being that she was drunk kept wanting pictures taken. I had to save my married friend from a drunk guy that kept trying to dance with her. Overall I called it an early night and headed home around 3 in the morning. I got a hot dog on the way home, and overall it wasn't bad. There were many hot dog stands up and down the street, as far as drunk food goes, it wasn't bad at all. On the way back to the hotel room we did see a few drag queens. We got back safely and crashed for the night.
We got up the next morning and had to rescue the car and pack up so we could check out. As we packed up to leave we decided that we had too many beads, at least more then we needed. We all collected up what we wanted and then left a pile of our booty in the room. We gathered up our stuff and headed out. But then we need food so we drove back to Bourbon St, there was this cool open air cafe. We had beignets, which are little pastry like things with powdered sugar. There was a live band playing musics as we ate which was really cool. From there we strolled down the street a little more and there was a group tossing out energy drinks. The one I got was called urban detox, which was actually quite good. We ended up one street down strolling along stopping in little shops and such. Saw some street performers and all. There was a guy totally covered in plastic bags. We ended up in Jackson Square which had a bunch of local artists and all. Then we walked up and were standing on the bank of the Mississippi River. It is really amazing to see how fast the city slopes down into a bowl. As we stood on the bank we were at the second floor level of buildings about 100 yards away. We finally headed back to the car and started our drive home.
In my wandering I came across pirates and drunks, college kids and old partiers, there were even 3 guys dressed as the Blues Brothers and the Penguin. I saw a human statue and a voodoo shop. Overall it was quite a trip.
So on I10 out of town you can see areas of the 9th ward. Now I must make this warning statement quite clear ***WARNING*** Unless you have amazing good reason do not go into the 9th ward!!!***WARNING*** Now then, the 9th ward is the poor area of town, it was hit hard by Katrina, most of it was not rebuilt. The people there have a tendency to carry firearms with them. The cops don't go there. Its not safe at all. I talked to a few people that lived there and learned a thing or two.
Anyhow, on our drive home we hit some traffic and such. As it turns out we missed most of the first half of the Super Bowl. And concerning the Super Bowl... well, that is a story for another post.
Now, I realize that there isn't a lot of pictures up from this trip on the blog. This post is particularly lacking in photos, the connection here sucks and I am tired, so I shall not be fighting it. Fear not, I did take plenty of photos. You can find them here. And if you are looking for some more of my pictures you might want to gaze at this site. Should anyone have questions about any of the pictures let me know.
The Big Easy (The Intermission)
So I am here on my lunch break and I thought that I would put up a few more pictures of my Nawlins adventure. Hope you all enjoy.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
The Big Easy
So what a very exciting post this is. First off this is post 100 on my blog. I know you have all been keeping track. Second off, it shall be a story of my adventure at Mardi Gras. And should all go well, there will be pictures. If not, look for them to arrive soon.
So I set off to New Orleans, you know, a sleepy little town in Louisiana. As you will remember, Principal Skinner, who is from New Orleans, told us "Not really a party town. Though if I remember correctly they occasionally a function called Marty's … something.", and he is an educator, why would he lie? So I set forth for a quiet weekend to relax and explore a city. But wouldn't you know it, I would happen to show up during this function "Marty's... something". Though apparently Marty is not a good speller and his something has become Mardi Gras. Which as far as I can tell is actually translated to mean "drinking and throwing beads." But that is a very loose translation.
In all actuality I was going to Mardi Gras and was pumped. I mean, I happened to be on this side of the country, and I had the opportunity, so why not take it. So we packed and piled into the car after class on Friday. Now we had been up since about 6:30 in the am, had done the class thing, ended up running about 3 miles, and then we set out. We stopped for food and gas and such and ended up getting into New Orleans around 930 pm. We found the hotel, which was actually a very nice hotel, good location (only a few blocks from Bourbon St). Well, it was suppose to have parking, but there were people who didn't pay but were still in a spot, so we had to double park to unload. We tried to convince the hotel people to let us stay there, but as we argued they said we had to move our car or they would call the police. Which seems odd, as we were willing to pay the required amount to park legally, but they would have none of it. So my friend and I cruised around, found a lot, that we had to pay every 12 hours, parked and headed back to the hotel.
We got back to the room and our group got ready to roll out and party a bit. At this point its about 11. And off we go to Bourbon St.
Once we got there we found some tasty beverages, I recommend the hand grenades, they were quite good (and I do still have one of the glasses). Then we ran into one of our friends who was also down for Mardi Gras. He and one guy from our group ended up disappearing, so now I was in a group of 4 people. We strolled down Bourbon St, took in the experience, had some drinks. There are balconies at some of the bars and some of the hotel rooms. And people stand up there, which is a really cool view of the wildness, but they toss beads. And so beads are flying through the air. Now I recommend if you go you watch out for these airborne beads, as they hurt when they hit your head. But you should catch them and wear them about. For this is Mardi Gras. At once point we looked up to a balcony and the old question of what happens to old wrestlers was answered, for Hulk Hogan
was up on a balcony tossing beads to people. We continued down the street, there was much partying and such. There was dancing in the street, people in costume, people with large signs saying this whole thing was evil and such. When we got to the end of Bourbon St we started texting our friend to find were he ended up, and as it turns out he was at a club called Bourbon Cowboy, which happens to be at the end of Bourbon St, right about where we were. Well we go to go in, he meets us and apparently he made friends with someone, cause we were let in with no cover, which was sweet. So there was dancing and partying and such in the club. Long around 4 am some of us decided that it was about all the partying we could handle and set out back home. Of course there was more partying going on on the walk back, but oh well. We got back to the hotel and were getting ready for bed when it hit us that we should pay for the parking for a bit longer. Well I ended up heading out and paid for the next 12 hours at 5 am. I finally got back and changed and brushed my teeth and climbed in bed around 6. Let me tell you, your legs will hurt. Thursday we ran a PFT, Friday we ran 3 miles, then walked all over New Orleans, then danced. My legs hurt.
Well, we ended up getting up at about 10 AM, which isn't a lot of sleep. We headed out to get food. Being down near the gulf we found a nice seafood place and had Po-boys, which are sandwiches. They were huge, and so we ate up and then it was parade time. The first parade we made it to was the Krewe of Iris. Its theme was Give My Regards to Broadway, so it float was fashioned after a show, along the lines of Damn Yankees and Annie.
Now, these are good size floats, like 2 layers, which people tossing out beads and coins and stuffed animals and random stuff. But overall it was cool to see, and I came back with a bunch of beads. After that we returned back to the hotel room for a bit of a crash. Which was a grand idea, because we were all tired. So we took a nap.
Then we got up to head out to the next parade. We found a friend of one of the people in our group, who oddly enough was with a guy that I went to field training with. So that was cool. Well, that parade was suppose to start around 430 pm. So we hung out, there was some wildness, toilet paper chucked back and forth across the street, chatted with cops and all. Long about 8pm the parade made it to us. Now this one was the Krewe of Endymion.
It happened to be a Salute to Rudyard Kipling. Oh, and Kevin Costner 
was the grand marshal. Well there was more bead throwing and catching. Lots of cool floats and all. Well, 2 of our group headed back a bit early cause they were getting cold. So the 3 guys stayed till the end of the parade. The last float a guy tossed a bag of beads up to a window. As it turns out it broke the window, the lady inside was a bit confused. So as the parade wraps up we head out. We stop and trade a stuffed football for some beers. Now as we wandered on we noticed there were 2 groups of people standing around. Both were grouped up, staring the other group down, with an open area in between. As though a fight were to break out soon, we moved quickly. So we were walking down Canal St, we stopped and asked a mounted cop if we could pet his horse. (For you see, in class we were told that if you pet the horses you would be arrested, and we wished to not go to jail, but be able to say we pet the horses) Shortly after we were walking down Canal St and then we heard POP POP POP, as in 3 gun shots. We turned and there was a crowd of people all running away from where those two groups had been standing. Now, it is quite the experience to be running away from a shooting with an open beer in your hand, beads about the neck and a camera around your neck. And I didn't spill my beer. So we stopped after a bit and watched mounted cops charge in and cop cars flying down the trolley path. As it turns out the shooting made the news here. But we continued our walk to the hotel room, stopping for some cotton candy, cause one guy wanted some. As it turns out shooting tend to dissipates lines around places. But we made it safely back to the hotel and then it was time to get ready to head out for the night.
Then we headed back to Bourbon St for the night...
As it stands I am getting sleepy from all these adventures, there shall be the exciting conclusion to this adventure soon!
So I set off to New Orleans, you know, a sleepy little town in Louisiana. As you will remember, Principal Skinner, who is from New Orleans, told us "Not really a party town. Though if I remember correctly they occasionally a function called Marty's … something.", and he is an educator, why would he lie? So I set forth for a quiet weekend to relax and explore a city. But wouldn't you know it, I would happen to show up during this function "Marty's... something". Though apparently Marty is not a good speller and his something has become Mardi Gras. Which as far as I can tell is actually translated to mean "drinking and throwing beads." But that is a very loose translation.
In all actuality I was going to Mardi Gras and was pumped. I mean, I happened to be on this side of the country, and I had the opportunity, so why not take it. So we packed and piled into the car after class on Friday. Now we had been up since about 6:30 in the am, had done the class thing, ended up running about 3 miles, and then we set out. We stopped for food and gas and such and ended up getting into New Orleans around 930 pm. We found the hotel, which was actually a very nice hotel, good location (only a few blocks from Bourbon St). Well, it was suppose to have parking, but there were people who didn't pay but were still in a spot, so we had to double park to unload. We tried to convince the hotel people to let us stay there, but as we argued they said we had to move our car or they would call the police. Which seems odd, as we were willing to pay the required amount to park legally, but they would have none of it. So my friend and I cruised around, found a lot, that we had to pay every 12 hours, parked and headed back to the hotel.
We got back to the room and our group got ready to roll out and party a bit. At this point its about 11. And off we go to Bourbon St.
Once we got there we found some tasty beverages, I recommend the hand grenades, they were quite good (and I do still have one of the glasses). Then we ran into one of our friends who was also down for Mardi Gras. He and one guy from our group ended up disappearing, so now I was in a group of 4 people. We strolled down Bourbon St, took in the experience, had some drinks. There are balconies at some of the bars and some of the hotel rooms. And people stand up there, which is a really cool view of the wildness, but they toss beads. And so beads are flying through the air. Now I recommend if you go you watch out for these airborne beads, as they hurt when they hit your head. But you should catch them and wear them about. For this is Mardi Gras. At once point we looked up to a balcony and the old question of what happens to old wrestlers was answered, for Hulk Hogan
was up on a balcony tossing beads to people. We continued down the street, there was much partying and such. There was dancing in the street, people in costume, people with large signs saying this whole thing was evil and such. When we got to the end of Bourbon St we started texting our friend to find were he ended up, and as it turns out he was at a club called Bourbon Cowboy, which happens to be at the end of Bourbon St, right about where we were. Well we go to go in, he meets us and apparently he made friends with someone, cause we were let in with no cover, which was sweet. So there was dancing and partying and such in the club. Long around 4 am some of us decided that it was about all the partying we could handle and set out back home. Of course there was more partying going on on the walk back, but oh well. We got back to the hotel and were getting ready for bed when it hit us that we should pay for the parking for a bit longer. Well I ended up heading out and paid for the next 12 hours at 5 am. I finally got back and changed and brushed my teeth and climbed in bed around 6. Let me tell you, your legs will hurt. Thursday we ran a PFT, Friday we ran 3 miles, then walked all over New Orleans, then danced. My legs hurt.Well, we ended up getting up at about 10 AM, which isn't a lot of sleep. We headed out to get food. Being down near the gulf we found a nice seafood place and had Po-boys, which are sandwiches. They were huge, and so we ate up and then it was parade time. The first parade we made it to was the Krewe of Iris. Its theme was Give My Regards to Broadway, so it float was fashioned after a show, along the lines of Damn Yankees and Annie.
Now, these are good size floats, like 2 layers, which people tossing out beads and coins and stuffed animals and random stuff. But overall it was cool to see, and I came back with a bunch of beads. After that we returned back to the hotel room for a bit of a crash. Which was a grand idea, because we were all tired. So we took a nap.Then we got up to head out to the next parade. We found a friend of one of the people in our group, who oddly enough was with a guy that I went to field training with. So that was cool. Well, that parade was suppose to start around 430 pm. So we hung out, there was some wildness, toilet paper chucked back and forth across the street, chatted with cops and all. Long about 8pm the parade made it to us. Now this one was the Krewe of Endymion.
It happened to be a Salute to Rudyard Kipling. Oh, and Kevin Costner 
was the grand marshal. Well there was more bead throwing and catching. Lots of cool floats and all. Well, 2 of our group headed back a bit early cause they were getting cold. So the 3 guys stayed till the end of the parade. The last float a guy tossed a bag of beads up to a window. As it turns out it broke the window, the lady inside was a bit confused. So as the parade wraps up we head out. We stop and trade a stuffed football for some beers. Now as we wandered on we noticed there were 2 groups of people standing around. Both were grouped up, staring the other group down, with an open area in between. As though a fight were to break out soon, we moved quickly. So we were walking down Canal St, we stopped and asked a mounted cop if we could pet his horse. (For you see, in class we were told that if you pet the horses you would be arrested, and we wished to not go to jail, but be able to say we pet the horses) Shortly after we were walking down Canal St and then we heard POP POP POP, as in 3 gun shots. We turned and there was a crowd of people all running away from where those two groups had been standing. Now, it is quite the experience to be running away from a shooting with an open beer in your hand, beads about the neck and a camera around your neck. And I didn't spill my beer. So we stopped after a bit and watched mounted cops charge in and cop cars flying down the trolley path. As it turns out the shooting made the news here. But we continued our walk to the hotel room, stopping for some cotton candy, cause one guy wanted some. As it turns out shooting tend to dissipates lines around places. But we made it safely back to the hotel and then it was time to get ready to head out for the night.Then we headed back to Bourbon St for the night...
As it stands I am getting sleepy from all these adventures, there shall be the exciting conclusion to this adventure soon!
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