MSF Course

Last weekend I took the Motorcycle safety Foundation Basic Rider Course and passed! It was a cool class I got to ride a dual sport bike which is a bike designed for riding on the street and in the dirt. Hopefully now I have the knowledge to keep myself safe. If your thinking of getting a motorcycle I highly recommend taking this course, it teaches a lot of stuff you wouldn't necessarily find out otherwise.

Rafting

So I went whitewater rafting with some of the girls from my former place of employment. It was most excellent! I highly recommend that everyone try whitewater rafting, I going again sometime for sure!

I think the coolest part about the place we went was that there wasn't a guide in the boat with you, you had to do all the work yourself. The guides were kayaking along with you to give instruction but you had to get yourself through the rapids.

The next time I got it's going to be during the spring runoff, it'll be extra intense then!

6/6/06

Iron Maiden - The Number Of The Beast

"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short... Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and sixty six."


I left alone, my mind was blank
I needed time to think, to get the memories from my mind

What did I see, can I believe, that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy

Just what I saw, in my old dreams,
were they reflections of my warped
mind staring back at me

'Cos in my dream, it's always there,
the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair

The night was black, was no use holding back,
'Cos I just had to see, was someone watching me
Was this all for real or some kind of hell
666 the number of the beast
Hell, and fire, was spawned to be released

Torches blazed, and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry, hands held to the sky
In the night, the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done
666 the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight

This can't go on, I must inform the law
Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream
But I feel drawn, towards the chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes
666 the number of the beast
666 the one for you and me

I'm coming back, I will return,
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire. I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take it's course

Things that make you go hmmmm...

boondoggle; n

Definition:
A waste of time and/or money; a pointless activity.

Bicycle

I'm soon to be the proud owner of a 1983 500cc Yamaha Virago. It's gonna rock!

Note: This is not my bike only a picture of a similar bike.

Things I Think Are Ridiculous

Snuffcaddys: I guess it's because I don't use snuff that makes me not understand why it's necessary. I suppose there are users that don't want that unsightly ring worn into the back pocket of there jeans. Even still, I think it's ridiculous. You don't see smokers with smokecaddys!

Poem of The Month

archy interviews a pharaoh
By Don Marquis, in "archy and mehitabel," 1927


boss i went
and interviewed the mummy
of the egyptian pharaoh
in the metropolitan museum
as you bade me to do

what ho
my regal leatherface
says i

greetings
little scatter footed
scarab
says he

kingly has been
says i
what was your ambition
when you had any

insignificant
and journalistic insect
says the royal crackling
in my tender prime
i was too dignified
to have anything as vulgar
as ambition
the ra ra boys
in the seti set
were too haughty
to be ambitious
we used to spend our time
feeding the ibises
and ordering
pyramids sent home to try on
but if i had my life
to live over again
i would give dignity
the regal razz
and hire myself out
to work in a brewery

old tan and tarry
says i
i detect in your speech
the overtones
of melancholy

yes i am sad
says the majestic mackerel
i am as sad
as the song
of a soudanese jackal
who is wailing for the blood red
moon he cannot reach and rip

on what are you brooding
with such a wistful
wishfulness
there in the silences
confide in me
my perial pretzel
says i

i brood on beer
my scampering whiffle snoot
on beer says he

my sympathies
are with your royal
dryness says i

my little pest
says he
you must be respectful
in the presence
of a mighty desolation
little archy
forty centuries of thirst
look down upon you

oh by isis
and by osiris
says the princely raisin
and by pish and phthush and phthah
by the sacred book perembru
and all the gods
that rule from the upper
cataract of the nile
to the delta of the duodenum
i am dry
i am as dry
as the next morning mouth
of a dissipated desert
as dry as the hoofs of the camels of timbuctoo
little fussy face
i am as dry as the heart
of a sand storm
at high noon in hell
i have been lying here
and there
for four thousand years
with silicon in my esophagus
as gravel in my gizzard
thinking
thinking
thinking
of beer

divine drouth
says i
imperial fritter
continue to think
there is no law against
that in this country
old salt codfish
if you keep quiet about it
not yet

what country is this
asks the poor prune

my reverend juicelessness
this is a beerless country
says i

well well said the royal
desiccation
my political opponents back home
always maintained
that i would wind up in hell
and it seems they had the right dope

and with these hopeless words
the unfortunate residuum
gave a great cough of despair
and turned to dust and debris
right in my face
it being the only time
i ever actually saw anybody
put the cough
into sarcophagus

dear boss as i scurry about
i hear of a great many
tragedies in our midsts
personally i yearn
for some dear friend to pass over
and leave to me
a boot legacy
yours for the second coming
of gambrinus

archy

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