tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73014729732194501912024-03-13T11:14:46.931-07:00WebBlog, stardate 3.1459Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-88443619862227316972012-07-24T18:51:00.002-07:002012-07-24T18:54:13.299-07:00I bet this generates a few comments...I am totally amazed at the number of firearms "experts" who tell people how to deal with a confrontation involving a firearm in the hands of someone who wishes to do them harm but they themselves have never had to make that choice. It is like people telling someone how to sail a ship yet they have never have been to sea. I believe the term is “armchair quarterbacking”.
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If you have never had to make the choice, shut up. Period, you do not have any idea what you are talking about.
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They say how this firearm or that is just for killing and has no other use, yet, they have never even handled one nor no nothing about how to. They make grand pronouncements about how much safer we would be without guns, yet ignore the factual proof we have from places with such gun control. The gun itself is not the problem. It is the mindset many have about guns. Mostly people who have never been taught to respect them or their capabilities seem to espouse this view.
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They shout about licenses, limits and this or that. Regulate. We already have regulation. What seems to be missing and more to the point is that the object itself is blameless. It is the intent of the user. Let us say for a moment for this exercise that guns are outlawed. So, consider this, will a criminal with mental issues say “I can’t use a gun…that would be illegal.” No, it would not even hinder for a moment. And since we are in the land of make believe for a moment let us say he does pass on the gun. He will find another way. Explosives, gas attack, poisons are all possible. Anyone with even a few minutes time can figure out how to do something of this nature. The object is removed and we are again left with the person. It is their intent and if so motivated they will find a way.
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Some say it is the availability of guns. Again we hear the chants of those who have never tried to buy one legally. It is not as easy as it sounds with the background checks, waiting periods and such. It is much easier to go to your local grocery store and buy the necessary items to kill THOUSANDS at once without even getting a second look. I think in the area of legal ownership we have right now struck a balance between law and rights. It may not be a perfect balance but it is a reasonable one.
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Where the imbalance exists is once again with the individual. I would say that what is needed is not more laws or restrictions, but more availability of compassion for your fellow human being. Who knows how many times a simple 'hello' or 'how are you doing?' has tipped the scales for someone. An act of kindness that helps draw them back from the brink of destruction can perhaps never be measured. We expect those with mental problems to seek help yet few are willing to extend a hand to help them.Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-56600783478890892392012-05-26T19:52:00.003-07:002012-05-26T19:52:43.800-07:00He’s not dead yet!Sorry for the delays in posting. Life has been interesting. Working my usual job that can run all hours of the day and night I am also finishing up teaching this quarter. So, that being said the quarter is slowly coming to a close and perhaps a few more words will flow out that have of late.
Now on to my question for everyone:
What do you want to see here? More of my fiction? Daily events? Plans for world domination? It is time to chime in and let me know.
For now, I will just leave this here and see what people say.Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-82380555399608530252011-12-10T14:07:00.001-08:002011-12-10T14:11:40.965-08:00Spammers from the 8th dimentionOkay so I get his email spam and I just could not let it go without a reply. Not everyone will get the reference that struck me funny, but give it a read anyway :)<br /><br />Attention,<br /><br />I am barrister Jerry Donald, I work with Benin Embassy here in Benin Republic, A delivery agent by name John Parker came down last week from your country with consignment contained $5.5 Million Dollars. He submitted the package to our office on his arrival and later on his body was found dead in a ghastly auto crash in the city.<br /><br />So we decided to send the package back to your country via diplomatic service as we couldn't find the beneficiary because there is no other way to locate you in respect of the package, the only information we have about you is your email ID which he wrote somewhere in the papers attached to the package. So we are emailing you in respect of this to know if you are the rightful owner of the consignment so that you can contact the assigned senior diplomat who arrive your country with the package a while ago.<br /><br />Please if you are the owner kindly contact the diplomat by E-mail (XXX@XXX.jp) and reconfirm your full information such as your name your home address, your contact phone number and nearest airport to enable him deliver the package to you safely; the diplomat is stranded so try and get in contact with him immediately.<br /><br />Best Regard<br />Jerry Donald.<br /><br /><br />Greetings Barrister Jerry Donald,<br />I hope this finds you in the best way of happiness. I am concerned as to John Parker as we have not heard from him in a long time. I must ask for sake of confidentiality that you do not discuss this incident with anyone, especially those from Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems in New Jersey. I have been expecting John Parker for some time but must confirm the package. Was it a cake box tied with string? I am unsure of the money in the box, but was there contained inside a copy of an American comic book “Buckaroo Banzai” dated of late? Or perhaps several masks made of plastic wrap, a record and a small toy car? Of these things I must know to validate your claim. I would exercise caution at this point as the monies you have said were in the box may belong to The World Crime League. Take great care of your personal safety.<br /> Best Regard, BEW<br /><br />Stay tuned and lets see how this plays out, shall we? :)Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-2460018578138637892011-11-26T18:22:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:24:59.276-08:00It's alive!!!!So, the blog is back. Thanks to Blogger being a little better than it was I was able to bring back all my archives. My /FORMER/ isp changed all the stuff around so I could no longer post. Thanks guys.<br /><br />I hope to be a little more frequent in my posts an hope it will help a little with the creative roadblocks of late.Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-29822422605271471682009-11-24T09:31:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.278-08:00Found in SpaceI stood on the exterior of the old station staring up at the stars. Yet another dark night alone, or was it daytime back there? All time measured by the clocks without sunrise or sunset. No points of reference anymore. I’m too far from home, too far gone and too many days till I can return. A silly idea but I brought the old cargo box I found floating outside yesterday. I clipped it to a nearby ring and stood on it, paying out my safety line. Now, I am 3 feet closer to home than I was yesterday.<br /><br />Bliss...Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-14251332030323147832009-03-16T09:44:00.000-07:002011-11-26T18:13:15.278-08:00Feburaury?Okay it slipped by for a lot of reasons. Sorry about the lack of posts but to make up for it I am posting a bit of writing. Enjoy!<br /><br /> Few things are as frightening as a group of members of some bizarre civic group at 3 am in some seedy motel where they claim to be having some sort of convention. These things more often than not are nothing more than a chance to relive some sort of glory days of frat parties long missed and to provide excuses for tearing at the social fabric of society. <br /><br />Secret handshakes and free hits of ecstasy make for an unruly and potentially dangerous crowd, especially when the midnight buffet begins to serve the all you can eat steaks for $7.99. Like animals they tear at one another with verbal claws and <br />knowing nods to each other, a respite form their unbridled liquor and mating fest that has permeated the wee hours of the morning while they run from room to room screaming about the lack of towels and ice buckets that are not just empty but make <br />fetching hats. <br /><br /> The parking lot looks like a collection of an oil sheiks wet dream. Land yachts without the wet bar or the ability to just let it float on the open road when your too ripped to actually pilot the things. Some of them are the standards of gold, <br />sliver and cosmetic dealer pink, but now and again you get flashbacks of some once cool high school jock trying to relive the 70s with a half buttoned shirt and a leisure green caddy with gold rims. The American dream with one dose of mescaline and two shots of tequila, hold the lemon. The workers of places like this seem to be jaded to all excess that the human mind can conjure. A $20 dollar bill and any bell hop or house keeper can tell you stories involving any number of oddities whither they are animal, vegetable, or mineral does no matter. They all contain one common element; secrecy.<br /> <br /> I found myself wedged into a rear corner table, not through some act of strategic planning but more in an act of desperation. It was not the fortress of some great tactician but more of the refuge of a man recoiling in fear. I took stock of my supplies, one shot of tequila, four quarter lemon wedges and one strangely suspicious kielbasa ordered from the menu of international cuisine that featured such culinary surprises as shlimp corktail, grailfrit and ribneyes stack. I decided to make a tactical withdrawal and slipped into the kitchen through the door nearby that kept slamming into the corner of my table.<br /><br /> This was one of the less intelligent moves of the evening as I now found myself a stranger in a strange land, where mixtures of Spanish and Vietnamese flew through the air like a snowstorm of accented syllables. I dodged past a short man who was holding what could have been a chicken by its feet, heading one direction or another up or down the evolutionary chain. <br /><br />Past the busboy with more tattoos than most people, wearing a hairnet in the kitchen to satisfy not only health code but more than likely some little pencil necked geek that was his parole officer. The kind of little man when he holds the sack of your<br />freedom likes to give it a good yank now and then so he reminds you that he is still in charge. The little man type than when he does get busted for making the ex-cons pay him off usually hangs himself in the local jail instead of heading to prison for a fun reunion with a lot of his old friends he had sent back there to complete their sentences with a few years tacked on for some violation either actual or perceived.<br /><br /> I break out of the kitchen into the main hallway with the smells and hot steam clinging to me like a man who just stepped from the jungle into the $39.95 a night coolness of a cheap Florida hotel, the smell of cooled mold assaulting me as <br />I struggled down the hallway with my satchel over one shoulder, my tape recorder held tightly in the other hand, like some holy symbol that I was praying to in great hopes it would never be called exhibit A in the poor unfortunate case. I try to hurry, but not run as running makes the predators pay attention to you, more of a high speed nonchalant. A hurried walk of a man with someplace to be and in that being may save his life and perhaps the lives of all mankind. I pass the desk where the skinny clerk with the pencil thin mustache seems to be stuck mentally unable to say hello, only can I help you, sir. Past the bellboy who looks like someone shaved an orangutan yet never took him to a dentist but kept him hyped up and ready for <br />service on a steady diet of sodas, candy bars and the occasional transfusion of pig blood that had the unfortunate side effect of making him sweat a smell something akin to rancid bacon, with a quick turn I wedge into the elevator with some short fat man in a polyester suit and his equally pudgy wife who seems to squint at me through her cats eye glasses, secure and safe under the turret of hair that surmounts her scalp in a fashion that lasted about 20 minutes around 1950.<br /><br /> The doors open on floor three and I bolt from the small closet of a room with the blinking fluorescent light and into the hallway of gold and red cut shag carpet, careening down the hallway as I bounced off one wall to the other like a two legged q-ball until I reach what I thing is my room. A few seconds of fumbling as I search my pockets and finally dropping my keys to the floor I reach down to pick them up and check the tag versus the room number. They match and I shove the key into <br />the lock frantically twisting it back and forth until the door either yields to the key or to the randomness of the picking attempt. <br /><br />I jump into the room almost falling as I spin to slam the door behind me, my body going limp as I slid down its smooth face to floor. Now only questions remain for me: Where am I, where am I, and perhaps most importantly, When am I?<br /><br /> I reached into my pocket for something to wipe the sweat from my eyes, the lava of burning salt now running into them. All I drew out was several coins, a few wheat pennies, 2 state quarters, a pfenning, and a 6 pence. No help there. I opened the satchel case and inside found the handkerchief I was hoping for and some file folders. I wiped my forehead and dropped the fabric aside, discarding it for the time being. I grabbed the case and lurched across the room to the floor mounted air conditioner, my free hand trembling as I set the controls to cold and fresh air. I took a moment and basked in the cold yet musty breeze from the box, till I turned around and sat with my back to the box. The cool air started to blow at the back of my head as I lifted the satchel onto my lap and began to rifle through the documents. My hands were sweating and starting to shake. <br /><br />To give an account of the content there was two file folders with no writing on them, one what appeared to be scroll rolled tightly and tied with a red cord. Lastly was a thick folder that had a stamp on the exterior. I pulled that one out and there, emblazoned on the side was a large black eagle clutching a swastika. What was really shocking was what it said underneath of the stamp in the same ink "Property of The United States". I snatched up the tape-recorder again and hit rewind. The sound of 2000 chipmunks on some sort of bad amusement park ride barked at me. I waited till the silence came then hit play. Then voice sounded like mine and I felt the sweat begin to run down my arm from my hands, the rest of the world getting fuzzy. A lifeline came to me from the recorder "Get the bottle in the bottom of the bag you freak!" I yelled at myself, my hands dropping the recorder and grabbing up the satchel again. "The blue ones..if your hands are sweating you had better hurry. Sweaty hands mean your loosing your grip on this reality…Take them!" I found the bottle in the bottom and ripped the lid off. Inside were several small blue pills that I dumped into my mouth. In the background I can hear the ranting of a psychotic yelling about the brute squad going to be here any moment and to hurry. "Remember the grapefruit! It is the only thing safe to eat." <br /><br /> On my hands and knees I scrambled towards the mini-bar and grabbed a beer from the door. I ripped the top off of the bottle and tipped it back to wash the taste of rancid distilled mule ass from my mouth. I don’t know how I know that that tastes like but I was sure that was the correct description. Suddenly they began to take hold of me. I quickly felt like a brother to a goldfish swirling down a toilet bowl. Slowly first but then faster and then faster heading head long into oblivion into the great sewer of the universe. Dimension hopping, like a man on a pogo stick who someone had kindly painted the grip with a liquid form of acid. I remembered a white tunnel and the feeling of a combination of a water slide and a high pressure enema. The sensation was fun, fearful and wet pressure all at once as I fell downward, around the bend, past the u pipe into the cosmos at large with all the other effluent. I heard a voice telling me to stay calm, to keep myself grounded and eventually this will all be alright. Keep drinking for 24 hours. It will help with the shock. It was my voice coming from the recorder. How did I know what was going to happen when I didn’t even know what was happening?<br /><br /> I sat bolt upright, my mouth dry and my floral Hawaiian print shirt from a major retailer now wet with sweat and salt rings like a shoulder holster of doom showing I had been to the edge and made it back. Not a man to be fucked with in any way, shape or form. The bastards, making me run like a sniveling coward back here to this crappy room. I’ll show them. <br /><br /> I stuffed everything back into the briefcase and stopped the tape recorder. I tucked a grapefruit into the inner pocket of the satchel, supplies for emergencies. I pushed a lit cigarette into the holder between my teeth and donned my lucky hat. A green visor with Las Vegas emblazoned on the front. How dare they treat a doctor of journalism like this?<br /><br />Now it’s payback time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awake.Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-83679865484862256162009-01-27T19:39:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.279-08:00Mashup FunTake a favorite movie; now recast it with the most improbable characters.<br />I took <br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">A funny thing happened on the way to the forum</span>" and <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"The Muppet Show"</span><br />Can’t you just hear Kermit singing <br />"<span style="font-weight:bold;">Your so lovely</span>" to Piggy?<br /><br />Pseudolus - Fozzy Bear<br />Marcus Lycus - The Great Gonzo<br />Girls of the House of Lycus - Camilla and the chickens<br />Erronius - Dr. Bunsen Honeydew (and Beaker!)<br />Hero - Kermit the Frog<br />Hysterium - Rizzo The Rat<br />Philia - Miss Piggy<br />Senex - Dr. Teeth<br />Domina - Janice <br />Captain Miles Gloriosus - Sam the Eagle<br /><br />The pain...oh the pain.<br /><br />Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awakeBryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-37854364828699112852008-12-28T10:13:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.279-08:00A changeSo, after some considerable thought I decided to start trying to carry a notebook. <br />Tom, if you’re reading this, get up off the floor.<br /><br />Seriously, or as much as I get, the notebook has come from a need to remember things and having such an excitable imagination <br /><br />I needed to get some of this down as I noticed I was forgetting things that part of me knew I wanted to remember.<br /><br />So, follow along with me on my notebook journey:<br /><br />Day 1<br />Decided to start carrying notebook.<br /><br />Days 2-10<br />Research notebooks and Moleskine culture. <br />Read way too many hours on notebooks and on<br />Tom’s website (Hey, he is the only notebook <br />expert I know!) and assorted hacks. Note entry<br />on website about procrastination by reading <br />about notebooks and assorted hacks.<br />Research halted.<br /><br />Day 11<br />Drive to Columbus, make side trip to Barnes <br />and Nobles for Moleskine . Spend 30 minutes<br /> looking at them till I choose one. <br /><br />Buy first notebook.<br /><br />Day 12<br />Unwrap notebook and find suitable pen <br />(Pilot Varsity), a disposable fountain pen I<br />like. Chose this over many others that were <br />recommended on the basis of if I like to <br />write with it I would write more often. <br /><br />Day 13<br />1300 hrs Go to store to find things<br />to hack notebook. Come home, unload jacket.<br /><br />1310 hrs Go back 10 minutes later, find<br />notebook is missing. Panic. After high-speed<br />panic drive to store where I was looking for<br />rulers for notebook, search store and find no<br />trace of notebook. Leave phone number if <br />found, purchase off brand notebook in same size. <br /><br />Must be willing to try to succeed.<br /><br />1430hrs Take notebook home, unwrap and paste <br />business card inside cover. Write cell number<br /> inside cover so if found they will call. <br />(Notice I never said that I put my name or <br />anything else in the Moleskine? Lesson one learned.)<br /><br />Add penholder hack and added mod to hold <br />5-inch ruler on back page. Paste in 2 pages <br />of writers rule from famous authors to help <br />with writing. (Orwell, Heinlein, ECT)<br /><br />Write first entry:<br />The only way a notebook is worth anything <br />is if you WRITE IN IT.<br /><br />2330 hrs Go to kitchen to set up coffee <br />maker to automatically make coffee in morning.<br /><br />2340 hrs Curse loudly as missing notebook<br />is found with pen lying on top of 1 pound coffee<br />can in plain view with pen.<br /><br />0000 hrs Reveal stupidity to Judi<br /><br />0010 hrs Laughter stops, sleep soon follows.<br /><br />Day 14<br />1030 hrs Make first entry about weird dream.<br /><br />1305 write blog entry<br /><br />So, you can see that making the step to <br />carrying a notebook is sometimes a big one<br />and perhaps one take slowly. I am not sure <br />if this will work out for me, but I am <br />going to give it a try.<br /><br />As a bookbinder you might wonder why I bought<br /> my first (and hence second) notebooks. <br />Simple, before I invest my time to make one, <br />I wanted to make sure it was something that <br />I was going to use. I will personalize it <br />more as time goes on I am sure.<br /><br />Till next time, <br />Be mindful and awakeBryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-42280241465517757422008-12-10T06:48:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.279-08:00Finaly!Now, with the fall of the rat kingdom all other corporations shall bend to my will!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.sun7news.com/index.php?code=53BH2Py8I920d2MI04oZ&CMP=OTC-WWYCOVS1001">The beginning of the end! I WIN!</a><br /><br />PS- Kate, I'll need to keep you on as a consultant since you are familiar with the ways of the rat but I reserve the right to take a flamethrower to the It's a small world ride...or at least make it into polka music.<br /><br />Till next time, <br />Be mindful and awake<br /><br />(Anyone know a good website for evil laugh development?)Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-11478233366679651622008-12-10T05:23:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.279-08:00From Judi's livejournal<table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"><tr><td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"><b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;">Which creature of the night are you?</b> <div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;">Your Result: <b>Werewolf</b></div><div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"><div style="width: 66%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"> </div></div><p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;">You are a vicious fighter and a vicious lover, absolutely dedicated to your pack. You are pushed to anger by disloyalty and injustice and have a tendency toward sudden, periodic bursts of wild behavior.</p></td></tr><tr><td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;">Vampire</td><td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"><div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"><div style="width: 64%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"> </div></div></td></tr><tr><td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;">Ghost</td><td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"><div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"><div style="width: 54%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"> </div></div></td></tr><tr><td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;">Demon</td><td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"><div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"><div style="width: 48%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"> </div></div></td></tr><tr><td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;">Sorceror</td><td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"><div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"><div style="width: 48%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"> </div></div></td></tr><tr><td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;">Cthulu Spawn</td><td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"><div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"><div style="width: 32%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"> </div></div></td></tr><tr><td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;">Incubus/Succubus</td><td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"><div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"><div style="width: 12%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"> </div></div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"><a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/which_creature_of_the_night_are_you"><b>Which creature of the night are you?</b></a><br><a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/">Quiz Created on GoToQuiz</a></td></tr></table>Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-90975128348951725082008-11-17T15:53:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.279-08:00From Kari's BlogNot often does a commentary have any impact on what I say or think but this guy brings forth some good points in a very clear and concise manner.<br /><object height="300" width="381"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4xfMisqab8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4xfMisqab8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="381"></embed></object><br />Take a few minutes and give him a listen.<br /><br />Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awake.Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-65189273327255518362008-10-03T11:45:00.000-07:002011-11-26T18:13:15.280-08:00Athens Pyramids, LLC<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Athens Pyramids, LLC<br /><br />5 Mill Street<br /><br />Athens OH<br /><br />You know it is not often I praise a local company but I felt it was time to speak my peace about one that I feel the need to share, Athens Pyramids. Most of us refer to it as "The Hookah Bar" and while that may seem to be a fairly generic term, here I think it is a compliment. There is no other in our minds but "THE Hookah Bar."<br /><br />I find it a great hang out. It is until now our secret lair. Even in the evenings I am not frightened to take Judi there or to invite our friends to join us. There are few places of it’s like in our area.<br /><br />First, let me comment on the décor. There is a theme if you look for it, but at the same time it has a relaxed feel you would expect from a campus gathering point. There is art on the walls and many times the walls themselves are art. It, unlike many local hang outs, evolves and becomes more than the sum total of its parts as you move through its colored halls. There is no alcohol served but there are drinks like Turkish coffee, regular coffee, pop, juices and waters. All served to you cold or hot as appropriate.<br /><br />Now when I mentioned served let me speak for a few on the staff members. You will get to know them and enjoy them. They are people of intelligence that are genuinely concerned with your full enjoyment with your stay. Solly and Barry are quick to strike up a conversation or just to show you a new trick for a moment while checking on your needs. These two are sly and quick, but an experienced eye can tell when you are being stealth-helped. I myself like that as the barrier between "server" and "served" breaks down. When you walk through the doors you are greeted like you have just entered the den of a good friend’s house and are made to feel welcome every time you pass through the doors, to the point of being called by name.<br /><br />The quality of the staff is right in line with the hookahs and the tobacco blends, all top quality. Everything is clean and well taken care of, with individually wrapped disposable mouthpieces for everyone. You can see the cleaning stations where everything is not only washed but also maintained to their standards which to say the least is high. If your unsure or just a beginner with Hookah culture the staff are more then willing to give you sage advice based on things to enjoy, not the bottom line of what needs to be pushed so the almighty dollar is earned. Everyone is willing to help or answer a question and I think in all my trips there I have yet to not see the staff smiling. It feels good to make people happy and they show it as well.<br /><br />Keep Cheers, I’ll stick to Pyramids, where everybody knows your name.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Courier;font-size:100%;" >Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awake</span>Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-1785304883251942722008-09-16T10:17:00.000-07:002011-11-26T18:13:15.280-08:00Thank you CNNSometimes they just post some of the greatest headlines:<br /><br />"<a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/weather/09/16/hurricane.ike/index.html">Bush lands in Texas; Residents urged to leave</a>"<br /><br />Sweet!!!!<br /><br />Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awakeBryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-52806919758693636642008-08-24T20:38:00.000-07:002011-11-26T18:13:15.280-08:00I have no clue whyBut for some reason to me this is really funny...<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBsxqQIu_5s<br /><br />Must just be me I guess.....<br /><br />Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awakeBryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-91230397558029875482008-07-18T04:44:00.000-07:002011-11-26T18:13:15.280-08:00Holy Crap!Has it been that long since an update?<br /><br />Apparently it has!<br /><br />So, needless to say I have been quite busy. I'll skip over the normal boring stuff about too much work blah blah blah. We all know the song and dance and I am sure we are just as sick of hearing about it.<br /><br />So onto cool things:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.frognet.net/%7Ebwinner/uploaded_images/Bwinner-C-Ville-018-736633.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://home.frognet.net/%7Ebwinner/uploaded_images/Bwinner-C-Ville-018-736615.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I know how to SCUBA dive!<br /><br />Yeper, done did it and me all certified and stuff. Not that I have been to any breathtaking depths (25 feet) or anything but still. There is a certain awesomeness in looking up and thinking "I have<br />2 stories of water over my head...Cool!!!" Part of the reasons I did this was having almost drowned as a small child I had "problems" with deep water. Weird for an ex-Navy guy hu? Anyway that and in my head this may be the closest I will ever get to a space walk in my lifetime. How could I pass that up? You do get the sensation of being in space and understand the hard to describe feelings that the astronauts use like the word 'awesome'. But somehow, it just does not fit the bill. I do not know if that is because we have worn out the awe that was once inspired by the word or if it is just that unable to describe the sensations. It comes very close to a sensory overload.<br /><br />Well, with the classes out of the way perhaps I can get the writing mode a little more often.<br /><br />So, till next time,<br />Be mindful and awake.Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-41774394745120260222008-06-05T05:26:00.000-07:002011-11-26T18:13:15.280-08:00Quick noteNot dead, very busy. More later today I hope.Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-74734841804158158202008-04-23T13:50:00.000-07:002011-11-26T18:13:15.281-08:00The people who wine about gas prices<p class="MsoNormal">You know I am sick of hearing about "<st1:place st="on">Europe</st1:place> has been paying.."<span style=""> </span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">We are not <st1:place st="on">Europe</st1:place>. For their $8.00 a gallon they get good roads, free schooling, health care and a social benefits system that is the envy of the rest of the world. We don't. We have fat executives<br />who can get away with gouging the American public because the majority of it has the "Oh well" attitude. They say there is a war on, but it seems people forgot what they did to war profiteers<br />during the Second World War. Someone needs to read a book!<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Don't like it? Do something about it. Call your lawmakers and make them do their jobs or vote in those who will, not more of the same oil families who have been in there and benefit by the establishment of an economic serf class.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Buy a gun, it scares the shit out of them.</p> Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awakeBryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-8803990635486764942008-03-24T06:09:00.000-07:002011-11-26T18:13:15.281-08:00Yes, it has been a while since an updateThere are several good reasons but most of them are not worth going into here. Let me just say that of all the things I have been writing about of late it has either been fiction or if it was a post I thought it was going to be too bitchy.<br /><br />I feel that ever few posts I need to throw something bright and shiny, a unicorn moment if you will where all the shit storm if suddenly ablated by the appearance of a unicorn with rainbows and sparkles and glitter.<br /><br />Too bad that shit doesn't happen all the time. Here comes another one of those bitch posts. It was triggered by something most unlikely: Pickles.<br /><br />Yes, I said pickles. You see I have been of late trying to cut down on the amount of corn syrup that I have been eating. I think it causes a lot of the health problems we see now days. Our bodies cannot deal with all that much sugar and you would be surprised where you find it. Sure, I mean you can assume some carbonated drinks, candy and cereals. But it is in places you may never believe, like pickles. Yea, I was shocked too. Well, when it came to the sweet pickles I was not too shocked because they are labeled sweet. The problem was after almost 25 minutes of reading labels I only found one type of pickles that did not have corn syrup in it. What the hell! This stuff is in everything!<br />Check these out:<br /><a href="http://tinyurl.com/ajlzg"><b>http://tinyurl.com/ajlzg</b></a><br /><a href="http://tinyurl.com/2dczjf"><b>http://tinyurl.com/2dczjf</b></a><br />(did the tinyurl thing since they were so long)<b><br /></b><br />Arrrgh, I just wanted a pickle! Bastards!<br /><br />Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awakeBryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-28414984480970056782008-02-17T19:37:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.281-08:00Beef RecallYep , yet another but buried in the list is something I just had to chuckle about:<br /><br />From CNN Via TinyURL:<a href="http://tinyurl.com/2ubwxg"><b>http://tinyurl.com/2ubwxg</b></a><br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/02/17/usdabeef.recall.list/index.html"></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Various weight boxes of HALLMARK MEAT PACKING <span style="font-weight: bold;">BEEF LIPS</span>."</span><br /><br />Beef lips...the Xmas gift that keeps on giving.<br /><br />Perhaps Mother was right.<br />(See if you can figure that reference out. And no Judi you can't post an answer)<br /><br />Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awakeBryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-27375864651416984902008-01-16T08:18:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.281-08:00Warning:Contains Vulgar LanguageIt is not often I give this warning but here it is. I kinda blew my top on something but I think I get my point across.<br /><br />If you are offended by vulgarity then this post will really piss you off.<br /><br />So I am watching this news clip about cloned vehicles.<br /><br />No kidding they said cloned vehicles. Seems that smugglers have caught on to the idea of making average trucks and vans look like something else. A standard Econoline van suddenly becomes a FedEx truck with a little graphics. Say it isn't so! Not like they used milk trucks during prohibition to smuggle booze around. But wait, there is a new twist. That is right, and I quote "They could be used by terrorists in a terror attack". No shit Sherlock. Like there are a lot of Terrorist cells out delivering baked goods. I lost count how many times they said terrorist and terror in a little 3 minute segment. Talk about feeding the culture of fear.<br /><br />Come on people! I remember when people stood up for themselves and were not just victims. The media always like to throw up 9/11 in our faces and talk about the terrible tragedy of the towers. Yes it was horrible. Yes it was a senseless loss of life, but let us please drop it! Can you not see that this fear mongering is what keeps people huddled in their homes afraid of a small group of people that may or may not do something?<br /><br />What happened to the country that would happily run up and kick a Nazi right square in the soft bits? Where did the Cold Warriors go? We would have said "Alright Mother-fucker, bring it on!" not "Oh please Mister Bureaucrat, save me from the invisible evil that may or may not be there." Grow a pair people. We were willing to go and fight 13 million Germans in WW2. Yet we are scared to death of a few hundred terrorists? Why? Have we become so complacent in our air conditioned, germ free environments that we cannot even take a problem head on without 54 committees, 500 new laws and therapy for everyone involved? Have we lost the spirit that caused us to tame the west and go to the moon? Are we nothing more than just shells of what was once a great country of freedom loving people. We have become subjects. We are being ruled by fear and those in power who wish to keep us afraid to stay in power. We even have a secret police that answers to no one and operates on lists of people who are suspected of crimes they may or may not have comitted. Hello?? We have secret prisons, no habeas corpus any more, fewer rights and even fewer options. Is this not what we were fightin against in the whole WW2 thing?<br /><br />Terrorist are nothing new, our country was founded by them. Remember that.<br />Sorry Mister Jefferson, I just don't think they get it anymore.<br /><br />Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awakeBryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-40861438627156064242007-12-31T17:58:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.281-08:00Happy New Year!To all my friends everywhere,<br /> May the sun shine on your days, the wind be at your back and the road rise up to meet your feet in your travels for the next year. May your Cracker Jacks always have 2 prizes, the pub be selling 2 for 1, your eggs have 2 yolks, and your non transferable tax items be brought forth from the previous tax year at a reasonable deduction rate. May your version of Windows finally run, your Mac continue to do so and your Linux box have solid source code. May the price of your gas always be a pleasant surprise, not a shocking one. May the world find peace. May you forgive, but not necessarily forget. May those who deserve it, get it and may those who need rewarded get it as well. May all your lights be green, the cross signals in your favor and that idiot in front of you do his stupidity right in front of an attentive cop. May all the nasty bass driven cars loose power as you pass. May you always return home in better shape than you left.<br />May your paper always land on the porch especially in bad weather. May you learn from your mistakes and greet the thrill of wisdom with the grin of a child getting a puppy. May you find the happiness I have. May everyone eat even if it is only Mac and Cheese. May you never<br />suffer like those you do not know. May you receive the blessings of Spock, to live long and prosper. May any problem you meet be no bigger than those you have left in the dust behind you. And maybe, just maybe, next year I'll figure out a way to tell everyone Happy New Year in fewer words but with as much meaning.<br /><br />Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awake...Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-33375466939251984212007-12-21T09:03:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.282-08:00Dear Mister Ridley ScottSir, how dare you?<br />You have taken liberty with one of the classics of American 20th Century cinema, yet again. The first Blade Runner movie you made was a work of not just genius but inspirational art. Then you just had to come out with a director's cut. Fine, we could see what you were trying to portray with that by removing the voice overs, which to my own liking added quite a bit to the movie. But the removal of them did not diminish the overall impact. But now, you have gone too far.<br /><br />I made time to check my facts before I posted this unlike many of my kneejerk reactionary statements I may or may not have made over time. Acording to IMDB.com the writers were Philip K. Dick (novel "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?") Hampton Fancher and David Webb Peoples (as David Peoples). No where does it list your name. Only as a director are you mentioned, not even as a co-contributor but only as an uncredited co-producer. Nice job by your agent by the way, letting you take uncredited credit for something you may or may not have done. Any more vague and you might as well run for public office. Here is where the second problem lies. The count was "5 skinjobs" not 4 as you had edited in. 5 count them 5, not 4. Why did you take it upon yourself to change the script? Was it because with the Writers Guild of America being on strike you thought no one would notice? Here begins the lone voice in the darkness. I did notice the small (almost microscopic) changes from the directors cut, a far superior film to what you just released. Is there some sort of problem in Hollywood with Harrison Ford and his charicters? This needs to end. Here it is sweetheart : Han shot first, Decker could be a Replicant. Deal. Maybe your next endeavor should be a re-cut of Aliens as well. I am sure you could make a chunk of money off of it if you could somehow work NASCAR into it , as I am sure you originally intended. Perhaps a big number 3 on the rear of the escape ship or maybe a NASCAR logo tattooed on Ripley's behind.<br /><br />I believe you do not deserve an Oscar for this re-cut but instead a swift, hard kick with a steel toed boot in the soft parts of your neither regions.<br /><br />I am glad I took the time to mellow out a bit before posting.<br /><br />Till next time,<br />Be mindful and awakeBryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-42959179007705463732007-12-13T14:01:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.282-08:00Well this is interesting<table style="width: 401px; height: 695px;" class="tblBorderAll" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tbody><tr><td><img style="width: 184px; height: 350px;" src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1146084537Tarot-04-IV_The_Emperor.jpg" /><br /> <a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=42243N" target="_blank">Which Major Arcana Tarot Card Are You?</a><br /> <span style="font-family:'Arial';">created with <a href="http://quizfarm.com/" target="_blank">QuizFarm.com</a></span><a href="http://quizfarm.com/" target="_blank">You scored as <b>IV - The Emperor</b></a> <p>The Emperor represents power. There is nothing subtle about this Tarot card. The Empress has power through love.The Emperor has power through power. He is in control, he is forceful and ambitious. Nothing will stop him. He is a natural leader, having either been born to the role or having disposed of all those who stood in his way. If well aspected in a Tarot spread this card can indicate success. It represents obstacles overcome, goals reached and ambition fulfilled. If badly aspected it can indicate either weakness or an abuse of power.</p><br /></td></tr><tr><td><br /></td></tr><tr><td><br /></td></tr></tbody> </table>Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-43399732782729778432007-12-11T12:17:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.282-08:00The event passes<span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family:Arial;">Well the event has come and gone so life will slow up a tad. Not much but a little at least till spring.<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">It is now Tuesday, December 11, 2007 and I am still sick. I got a cold free with the event and a bonus of straining out my voice from playing herald and for MCing feast, albeit badly by my own estimation. I guess the sick was getting to me even then. I have done better, but still they did not throw fruit.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Judi won "Peer's Choice" in the Baronial A&S competition. Not shabby at all. I entered some cheese. It was okay, but the cheddar I made to go with feast was miles beyond it. Wish I had entered that instead. Not a single piece of it survived the night.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">So, with some trepidation and wet feet from arrow hunting I"ll keep this one short.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p>Oh, yea, I am the Baronial Thrown Weapons Champion now too.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Till next time,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Arial;">Be mindful and awake<o:p></o:p></span></p>Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301472973219450191.post-61363655061563189602007-11-07T09:51:00.000-08:002011-11-26T18:13:15.282-08:00Having dinner with the aliens.<span style="font-family:arial;">There are times when the fear of loneliness takes an </span><span style="font-family:arial;">unusual form.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I thought it was dinner with the in-laws.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Let me go back a bit and perhaps you will understand.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It started when Judi told me that her parents had</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">invited us to a formal dinner. Oh yea, I needed a tux</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">as well, and it was in Chattanooga. Gee, at the time the</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">news just seemed to get better and better. Now I do</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">like good food but honestly I am more of a t-shirt and</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">jeans, hamburger and fries type of guy. Give me a good</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">gumbo or something of that nature and I will be happier</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">than if you gave me something that was all organic,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">free range, received therapy, massaged daily by vestal</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">virgins, only allowed out on sunny days, given daily hugs</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and 24 hour a day hot and cold running compliments</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">emu wings or whatever. I do kind of hick gourmet, I like</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">name brand hot sauce and ketchup. I find myself more</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">and more drawn to the ethnic foods that are not royal</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">table fare but more of what the average person would eat.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So you can perhaps understand my apprehension and lack</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">of enthusiasm for this dinner.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I must admit I was kind of dreading it. I did a little reading </span><span style="font-family:arial;">on the net to refresh myself on things my grandmother taught </span><span style="font-family:arial;">me, like what fork for what. It is times like this that I wish</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I would have listened to what she said. I can't tell you what </span><span style="font-family:arial;">it was she did say because as stated before I was not listening. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">This was friday. Now let us skip ahead a little more to saturday,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">the day of destiny. Okay, not destiny but it kind of felt that way. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">I was in fact scared i would be obviously from a background </span><span style="font-family:arial;">where I was not exposed to such things. I was not afraid of</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">embarrassing myself for anyone who knows me will attest </span><span style="font-family:arial;">to the fact all i have to do is open my mouth to let that premise </span><span style="font-family:arial;">fly out the window. I was more afraid of embarrassing </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Judi's parents and most horrid to me of all, Judi.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The first thing that happened that started to turn my </span><span style="font-family:arial;">feelings around was the sound of a little voice almost </span><span style="font-family:arial;">yelling "Uncle Bryian!!" Yes, the neices, the human </span><span style="font-family:arial;">embodyment of chaos and energy, wrapped in almost </span><span style="font-family:arial;">fear inducing cuteness. Tegan, the oldest, has been my </span><span style="font-family:arial;">buddy for quite a while made the times we had fun. Then </span><span style="font-family:arial;">there was Tamsin, who has those eyes that can melt your</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">heart. Then there was Tearnan, wee and cute. Then there </span><span style="font-family:arial;">was Ellie and Matty. Here are my futrue accomplices </span><span style="font-family:arial;">in some adventure somewhere. I did not get to spend </span><span style="font-family:arial;">as much time with Logan, but as he gets older I should. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes, that is right, I spent a good deal of time with my </span><span style="font-family:arial;">5 neices. I have now decided i am part jungle gym and </span><span style="font-family:arial;">have developed a new appreciation for </span><span style="font-family:arial;">"Why did the .... cross the road" jokes." All else fails </span><span style="font-family:arial;">use Eilly's punchline, " Cause it had no guts!" Matty </span><span style="font-family:arial;">has a grip on the universe like no one else i have ever </span><span style="font-family:arial;">known "What is great about being Matty? Cause I'm Matty!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Wow.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I put on the tux and the smile I had set aside for formal </span><span style="font-family:arial;">occasions and we headed down to the dinner. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">The hallway to the convention center looked like a zeppelin </span><span style="font-family:arial;">hanger and in truth was a bit overwhelming. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Then, at the end of the hall things suddenly changed. Not an </span><span style="font-family:arial;">oh look at the pretty decorations change, more like the </span><span style="font-family:arial;">someone slipped the brown acid into my coffee changed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There at the end of the hall stood 4 stormtroopers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes, I said stormtroopers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I said softly to Judi "Imperial checkpoint, just keep moving </span><span style="font-family:arial;">they will not notice us..." in my best Jedi-like calm tone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My stomach turned slightly. Not as in a sick type of turn but </span><span style="font-family:arial;">more of the effect of gravity when your in an airplane and </span><span style="font-family:arial;">they pull up, climbing into the sky type of feeling. That was </span><span style="font-family:arial;">in fact the feeling of the evening pulling itself out of the </span><span style="font-family:arial;">perceived nose dive. We got our "special passes" (read free wine bar) </span><span style="font-family:arial;">and we were off and running like a bunch of caffeinated jawa! </span><span style="font-family:arial;">We entered the main area and it was full of displays from all </span><span style="font-family:arial;">sorts of science fiction. There was Star Wars, Star Trek and </span><span style="font-family:arial;">the list went on and on. There was a Wookie, a twllik, Vader </span><span style="font-family:arial;">and a D2. There was Pava Laguna from 5th Element and </span><span style="font-family:arial;">The MIB's. Oh yes, geek heaven. Each display had a table </span><span style="font-family:arial;">with some tasty eats from a different chef. There was this </span><span style="font-family:arial;">beef stew on bread thing and weird Reese's covered lamb chops.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There was a partially vile scallop with fresh sea dredging </span><span style="font-family:arial;">and some sushi that was to the far end of the awesome scale.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The food at the dinner was, well, okay. It looked "interesting" </span><span style="font-family:arial;">not in that "my how artful" but more of a "is this from our planet" </span><span style="font-family:arial;">type of way. Fluffy soup. I think you get the idea.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then, there was the bartenders. Oh those gifted and very </span><span style="font-family:arial;">generous people who as the night moved on their freedom</span><span style="font-family:arial;">in measuring became greater and greater. One of the best </span><span style="font-family:arial;">quotes of the evening came when I took a drink of a white </span><span style="font-family:arial;">russian and winced slightly. My comment was "That was a</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">bit strong." Mike, without missing a beat added "Looked </span><span style="font-family:arial;">like you had a drink of distilled ass!" Good one, Mike. If there </span><span style="font-family:arial;">had been a quick second drink the photographer would have </span><span style="font-family:arial;">been coated in white russian.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We had our pictures done, or more correctly to quote the </span><span style="font-family:arial;">photographers assistant "We had our pictures made." Yes, </span><span style="font-family:arial;">somewhere there are pictures of me in a tuxedo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I had a blast. There in that little point of time was embodied </span><span style="font-family:arial;">all the things I miss about the South. Kindness, politeness, </span><span style="font-family:arial;">friendliness and all combined with the act of charity. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Conversations with people I did not even know who treated </span><span style="font-family:arial;">me like an old friend the whole time. Smiles that were not</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">plastic or forced, but warm and full of heart. These are the </span><span style="font-family:arial;">things that make up being a Southerner to me. Not flags or</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> hatred. Not slurs or discrimination. Just people being people </span><span style="font-family:arial;">in the right way for the right reasons. I got to spend time </span><span style="font-family:arial;">with Mike, Eric, and Chuck; my brothers-in-law. We found</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">we have a lot in common, beyond the Taylor women. In truth, </span><span style="font-family:arial;">we had a load of fun, perhaps more than we should have but </span><span style="font-family:arial;">it made for good times. I had a little time to talk with Mandy </span><span style="font-family:arial;">and Teri, my sisters in law. Good women with good hearts. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">It was one of those evenings that you did not want to end, but </span><span style="font-family:arial;">none the less it had to.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yea, the dinner was nothing like I had feared. Sometimes it </span><span style="font-family:arial;">is good to just go with the flow and let things happen. Do </span><span style="font-family:arial;">not try to fight the stream, but seek a middle path. Don't </span><span style="font-family:arial;">listen to the fear, just be.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Such is the way of the universe.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Till next time,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Be mindful and awake</span>Bryianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03889245286395365972noreply@blogger.com0