Slowly the warriors are massing on the borders. Tonight they will pack camp and make for the famous Torquilstone Hill in the morning to once again battle for that most honored of relics, The Torquilstone. I myself will not battle but help oversee the challenges that will this year decide who can lay claim to the stone.
I believe Brother Thomas will be making the journey from the south as well as our dear cousin Savine from the further reaches of the state where the river turns southward away from us. Most of the others will be locals who wish to have the bragging rights of having won the stone and the treasures it confers.
Not too much to comment on of late. I decided to not post about turkey crack as it is one of those things better done in person.
Did a little ridding in the course of my work yesterday. If you ever wonder why motorcycles are called Iron horses just take a short trip down US 50 just outside of Athens towards the state street exit. They have the concrete spaced just right so at 60 mph your bike lopes like a horse. Kind of cool for an old quasi-cowboy like me, but at the same time a little unsettling at 60 mph.
Mary, another cousin of ours sent us the nicest present. The sci-fi series Firefly. Why the hell did they ever cancle it? I have been told that Fox shuffled it around like what happened with Bab5. Sorry monkey humping tv programming executives. Whats wrong? Good story lines too scary for you? Not enough tits to draw in the beer belly faction to boost the ratings? Awww, not going to get the new summer house in the islands this year as a bonus? Too bad, suck it up!
It is because of shite like this I do not have cable anymore. Illtiterate drivel for the masses is not my style, sorry.
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