Finite, but unable to dissect
Again, as told to me by my new pal Dan - "This is fucking ridiculous." He then pleaded with me to jump the fence with him. This is the scene from yesterday's intercity high school football rivalry between West and Memorial. Some dad wanted me to hop the fence with him, after I had already turned down one Latino man's request for the same. The line was so long you see. Even more ridiculous than the long line was the fact that we were actually considering hopping the fence. We walked to the fence, but it turned out the middle-aged foul-mouthed father of some player was too chicken. I should have stuck with the Mexican kid afterall. We'll say nothing here of their ability to jump fences, just that I encouraged him to the fullest. He looked fit. The kid looked fit.
I later attended a metal-type fest down the street from my neighborhood. I was praised several times on account of my classic Powerslave shirt. I going to listen to that very soon here, just wait. Okay, it's playing now. The band's included a different mix of different things, we'll say. Some leading the way with soaring solos and some with soaring vocal arrangements. I couldn't dissect all of it. None of it really. Madison has different beers and things that make my dissection skills less than average. That's because their high quality. A good Christmas ham will do the same. Metal bands with female lead singers always make for tough dissections anyway. Outside a man needed help, as he had lost his shirt and seemed to be sick from said Madison beer. He motioned for me and told me to get somebody from the band. I did, and then they fed him some bread pudding from Bonanza. His stomach would churn and burn some more based on this treat's consistency.
Well, I'll see you, what did we say, at 6:30 for dinner? Okay.
I later attended a metal-type fest down the street from my neighborhood. I was praised several times on account of my classic Powerslave shirt. I going to listen to that very soon here, just wait. Okay, it's playing now. The band's included a different mix of different things, we'll say. Some leading the way with soaring solos and some with soaring vocal arrangements. I couldn't dissect all of it. None of it really. Madison has different beers and things that make my dissection skills less than average. That's because their high quality. A good Christmas ham will do the same. Metal bands with female lead singers always make for tough dissections anyway. Outside a man needed help, as he had lost his shirt and seemed to be sick from said Madison beer. He motioned for me and told me to get somebody from the band. I did, and then they fed him some bread pudding from Bonanza. His stomach would churn and burn some more based on this treat's consistency.
Well, I'll see you, what did we say, at 6:30 for dinner? Okay.
posted by fiestawizard at 2:31 PM
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Yum! Bread pudding all 'round! All 'round that campfire, now. Gather 'round. Granpa's got a storiae for ye.
What to make of your recent posts, fiestawizard? [Say, if you were an enemy in Dragon Warrior, you'd be called fiesta w., mysterious but dressed in a ridiculous purple robe with a staff better suited to herding lambs than tearing warriors to shreds.]
I'm concerned, even while I'm at the same time amused. What concerns me? The following:
1) Since when do you go to the "big game"? What is this, River City Ransom? Did you actually make it in? I'm not clear on whether you cleared the fence or what. If so, did you buy a soda? If so, was it a Sprecher?
2) Option 3b. I'm worried about that one. Please calm my fears in whatever way you can. This should NOT involve attaching any more mystery to this thing, because it is from there that the fear is born.
3) Are you giving beer to your dog? If so, you have crossed a line, sir.
I know that I owe you a review of that In Flames show from a while back, but it's still gestating. Time will only make the memories more vivid!
"Only time will tell..." just as Asia said it. No need to worry B.O.R.T., I have neither given beer to my dog or played a live game of River City Ransom. I went to the "big game" as you call it, simply to see some high school football. I didn't climb in because it definitely wouldn't be worth a potential explanation to police or grade school children who would tell on me. I figure I'm a teacher like guy now (to some people), so I must maintain my plan of no fence hops. However, in the event that I did get in, I would have had a Sprecher.
Now, option 3b is a non-threatening option, depending on how you look at it. This option includes the creation of a certain established set of ideas (to sell perhaps?) with certain established people to complete a particular number of tasks. A general media company if you will, independent in all of its glory. I know certain people that have the talent to push this forward, but not the motivation. It's really a matter of getting some money, then implementing this idea, but it's good to keep it in mind now. The highest hurdle to success is that most people (that I know) are weary about dropping their day jobs and things. That's too bad. Or is it? It's all very confusing, and generally speaking, these are the inner struggles I face at the start of each new semester of my schooling, when school occupies the entire mind mostly.
Now I'm going to put on my gigantic "Merlin" shirt, brown gloves and separate hood, and pretend I am the wizard you painted me to be.
Now to the work station! (For to study finite elements... to analyze them... to try that anyway.)
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