31 January 2008

Still Trying to Figure Out...

Why they're called the Blue Ridge Mountains...

Resolved:

I just cleaned out my pipe, dumped the ashtray and put away both.

I am done smoking.

(will keep pipe for photo opportunities)

pray/chant/wev for me

30 January 2008

Pheaux Phyre Phorum: The Jennifer Returns Safely Home to Costa Rica Edition

aka, The I Think We Finally Have a Winner on the Chat Front Edition


Yes, phriends, I believe the long search is over! After I spent weeks scurrying about the InterWebs, trying to find a good (and free) chat platform, I asked PortlyDyke for help. She snapped her fingers... and viola! We can haz chat!!

It's free, no registration required, and easy to use. Just like me.


Also, the creek's stocked with all the usual (and unusual) stuff, munchies are on the table, and etc....

One more thing.... Your first comment must be to the health of all travelers (Jen & her girls in particular) or I'll kick you outta the chat! Okay, maybe not... but maybe! (I do have my curmudgeonly reputation to uphold, ya know?)

Anyway, to get there, just click here!

UPDATE: Experiencing technical probs with new chat... comment below, as usual.

29 January 2008

Zen and the Art of Scooter Maintenance

My neighbor's friend, about whom I have spoken before, bought a used motor scooter (for reasons that occasioned him to say that he was "gonna sue the state of Maryland") the other day for $50. As you may imagine, the scooter wasn't in running condition.

So he's been trying to get it running for the last two days. Earlier today he asked me if I would give him a ride to the scooter shop down the road a bit so that he could get a new part. He said the shop owner would be back in the shop at 1:00, so I told him I'd take him down there then, as I needed to make an important phone call to a dear friend at 2:00.

A few minutes before 1, I herded him to the car and off we went! We got to the shop and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

.........

And waited.

Now, you might think (especially based on my earlier posts about this guy) that I would have been wondering where to bury the remains, after using the pruning loppers that lay in the back seat of my car.

However, thanks to my karma sensei, I was totally relaxed, and even told him, when he apologized, that it wasn't his fault that the shop owner wasn't a good bidnessman.

The shop owner finally showed up at 2:30, the purchase was made, and we returned home.

Also, I called my friend when we got back, and she is to call me back later this evening, in case anyone's worried.

I thank you, Sensei, for helping to make me a better person.

"Phydeaux - this dog ain't too old to learn new tricks!"

Random Thought on a Tuesday Afternoon

I have a half-dozen or so contacts on my GoogleTalk list (most of whom have the same people (in part) that I have in their lists), and for the last few days some of us have been using our status messages to have an ongoing film noir narrative of our (individual & collective) day.

I wonder how many people do the same thing with their friends?

28 January 2008

Album Meme


Make your own album cover! Here’s what you do: The article you get when you click this link is your band title.

The last four words of the last quote on this page is your album title (you will probably need to reload the page if you do more than one, if you’re like me.)

And the third picture, the upper right hand, will be your cover photo.


(h/t to Jeff Fecke at Shakesville)

My Simpsons Character

Since Blogger has a scheduled outage this evening, I figured I better post this... just in case.


Which Character on The Simpsons Are You?

Created by BuddyTV


(h/t to Liss)

27 January 2008

We The Corporations

We are sooo lucky to have Preznit Idiot McDumbshit in office. Well, lucky if "we" are rich or a corporation, that is. I found this chart, over at Dr. Zaius' place, that brilliantly spells out just how "lucky" we are.

Here's a message to the Democrats:

Don't be stupid! Stop the idiotic infighting! Instead of slashing at each other, talk about where this nation needs to be! The future of the nation depends, I fear, on a Democratic presidency over the next few years. We (the People) will not have a future left if the NeoCon Republican Corporatocracy stays in power.

Also, consider carefully your attachment to the Corporatocracy. We may be simple citizens, but it was simple citizens who defeated the greatest empire in the world 230 (or so) years ago. It can happen again. And a $300 bribe ain't gonna stop it.

Also, to the Democratic congresscritters... grow a fucking spine!

26 January 2008

Phydeaux Sings

As I've mentioned before, I spent several summers a while back in the outdoor drama Horn in the West, up in Boone, NC. I was on contract as a chorus member, originally signed as a bass (at the time I was a 1st tenor). But I was also the understudy for one of the principal roles, Preacher Isaiah Sims. The actor who played the Preacher graciously took off one night each summer, so that I could take the role. As this was officially not allowed, he would make sure to schedule something - a doctor's appointment or such - that would insure he was not there for the cast call that night. So, technically, I wasn't to know that I was going on... but he always told me in advance which night it would be.

In 1996, a good friend of mine was working in the box office, and I told her that she might want to come down to the amphitheater to see the show on the night Darrell had arranged to not be there. She talked to a man, who had been videotaping the shows to create a copy for sale only to cast members (we never got to see it, being on stage) at the end of the season, and asked him if he could be there that night to videotape my performance, for her to have. He agreed. (she was/is gorgeous, so could convince a man to do almost anything... trust me on that)

So, I have a copy of it on tape (which I hope to get transferred to DVD soon). The following is an excerpt of the pre-show entertainment, which consisted of a quartet singing period songs. I recorded it off my tv, so the quality isn't the best, but here it is:

video

25 January 2008

Balance

(Taking a break from posting vids and tests to actually write something)

People tend to look back on ancient societies as backwards and not advanced, but I believe we can learn a lot from them, and that they were, at least some of them, more advanced in the ways that truly matter than what we have now.

For example, the Celts (or, Keltoi, as they were known by the Greeks). I'm not sure how much you know about what is known of ancient Celtic society and philosophy, but what I have read of it says that they believed in balance above all. Brehon Law, which has existed since as early as 2300BC, covers all aspects of the Irish Celtic society and sets out guidelines (and punishments) in accord to the principle of Balance. In all things - from no good without evil to not destroying unless you build up.

The Celts also were great believers in Honor (much like Klingons). From the above link:

The reason for [Brehon Law‘s] unparalleled strength and longevity was the sense of honor held by the people whom it governed. The laws were laws of users. That is, they attained their authority from public opinion. They were an expression of the moral power of the people. That moral power was the code of honor reflected throughout both ancient law and wisdom texts. An individuals[sic] word was his or her bond.


All in all, a better outlook, IMHO, than the one we have in today's society. But, that’s not what this post is about. Well, it is, but tangentially.

This post is about Balance, but not the Celts. It’s about balance in my life. And all our lives.

I try to be as balanced as possible in all things, like my Celtic ancestors. I learned, at an early age, about recycling things (which, at the time was more of a re-use) and to not let anything go to waste. Empty soda bottles (remember how good sodas were back then?) were either returned for a nickel apiece or used as a bit of color in some project, such as a rock retaining wall or a hearth. Clothes were either handed down or, if no longer wear-worthy, used as rags. Newspapers became mulch in between the rows of veggies in the garden.
Today, I use the recycling center for the small amount of non-reusable things I have. I also plan my driving so as to accomplish whatever needs driving to do in as efficient a manner as possible. Despite living out in the country (which, btw, isn’t as bucolic as it was when I parked the Secret Lair (aka ‘73 Winnebago) here almost seven years ago), I’ve only averaged about 4500 miles per year on my car. I wear clothes until they are one small step short of rags. I own, at present, two pairs of (wearable) shoes. I dry my clothes on the clothesline whenever possible (not only does that save energy, but they smell so good when they dry in the sun). I have two lamps that I use to light the interior of the SL. Etc., etc....

And yet, to help balance out the excessive habits of most Americans, I feel I should be doing much more.

Also? I’m still not talking about what I started this post to talk about....

Since I started this blog 329 days ago, I have made friends with people from all over the US, and beyond. Some are “comment acquaintances”, some are good online phriends, and some I have been lucky enough to meet in the real world and become even closer to. (Btw, I hope that eventually, I can meet all of my new phriends) Knowing all of you has brought me much pleasure, and continues to do so. I look forward to what the future brings with each and every one of you.

Alas, there must be Balance.

(Yes, believe it or not, I’m gonna tie all the above threads together... at least, I hope I am)

There’s this person, in the real world, about whom I have written before. Since the event described in that post, he has continued to pester, bother and bug me in a multitude of ways, including:

  • Telling me about things that, frankly, there are only two or three people in the whole world about whom I wish to have that detailed amount of knowledge. And he ain’t one of them.
  • Waking me up, after knowing that I had only been asleep for a couple of hours, to ask me to give him a ride to apply for a job. I agree, thinking that if he is working a) he won’t be next door all day bugging me, b) he might be able to get a car, and then not bug me for further rides, and c) he already fucking woke me up so why not. He then proceeds shoot the shit with the potential employer for an hour as I wait in the car.
  • Insisting on going along when Neighbor and I go to repair shop to pick up Neighbor’s car... apparently just so he could yammer on about things immaterial the whole way.
  • Yelling from next door to ask me if I could come over for a moment. I put on coat, scarf, etc., walk over and he says: “God, it’s fucking cold!” Me: “Yeah, it is. Whatchya need?” Him: “That’s all, it’s fucking cold. Ha ha ha!”



So, what I’m trying to figure is... Who’s balancing whom? Have I met all you wonderful people in order to cushion the effect of his presence, or did he show up to counteract the joy and pleasure you all give me?

The rabbits are undecided, so I thought I’d ask you.

24 January 2008

Pidomon Tells Me It's Thursday, So....



Thanks, man!

It's Test Day!


Find out Which Lost Character Are You at LiquidGeneration.com!


Cool. I'm a Scot.

(h/t to Liss)

If I Were a Book, What Would I Be?



You're Watership Down!

by Richard Adams


Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.



Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

23 January 2008

Pheaux Phyre Phorum: The Silliness Edition



(see my previous post for an explanation of Teh Silly)

Let's see... wood gathered... creek stocked with beer and mixers... munchies on table... all that's missing is you!

Gather 'round the phyre and tell me what be on yer mind.

With Special Thanks To My Central American Connection

Yesterday Jen posted some old family photos, which reminded me of some that I have. Viola! Instant post, just add text. Which I'm doing. Right now. Or, rather, was doing. I've done it by now, because you, Dear Reader, are reading it. But if I'm just now writing it, how can you be.... my head hurts.

Why don't you look at some photos, while I apply a cold compress....


These oh, so joyful people are my paternal great-grandparents and the photo
was taken some time in the late 19th or very early 20th Century.


These are the newly wed children of the above people, my
Granddaddy (Thomas) Ed and Grandmother "Swoots" (Virdia Mae) .
This photo was taken around 1910.
Note the beginnings of silliness.


This is my dad, Thomas Edgar, Jr. and was taken in 1958, at the
homestead my family had staked in Alaska. The silliness, it grows.


C'est moi! Taken in 2001. The silliness has reached epic proportions.

So there you have it. Four generations of the Speaks family and the evolution of silliness all in one post. My work here is done.

22 January 2008

Cuttin' Heads

Victor and Regi Wooten (this is some sick playin'):



Which, of course, reminds me of this (Steve Vai -v- Ry Cooder[playing the Ralph Macchio part]):



(also, Macchio's playing is some of the best onscreen fakery of playing I can remember)

21 January 2008

20 January 2008

Let's Monkee Around!

The Results Are In...

... and, as it turns out, I am so in my Right Mind:
(NOTE: apologies for the ad imagery at link below)

Are You A Right-Brain or Left-Brain Thinker?
Your Results:
You're primarily a RIGHT-BRAIN thinker.

Right brainers prefer an overview or a general understanding of the big picture first. They tend to be more conceptual and visual rather than logical. For this very reason, right brainers tend to remember a person's face, but not always his name. When it comes to work, the right brain dominant person is more likely to experiment with something new and figure outhow it works rather than break out the instruction manual right away. Her office may have the appearance of disorganization, with piles of paperwork and few systems in place. But don't discount this as failure! Right brainers have an uncanny ability to pull things off at the last minute. They rarely need to plan out every detail of a trip or vacation unlike their left brain friends who feel more comfortable with the details. Right brainers are more impulsive in that way, and can enjoy a surprise trip. They are open to seeing what's appealing when they arrive at their new destination.

Let's Try This One

...Another chat widget to try here.

19 January 2008

The Corporofascist States of Americatm

If you haven't yet, go and read this post over at Christina's. Now, I dare you to defend our policies both in the Middle East and here at home. That we can perpetuate such atrocious actions is anathema to what this nation is supposed to stand for.

Friends, we are engaged in a horrible thing in our "fightin' 'em over there so we don't have to fight 'em over here". Our nation is acting in an evil manner. And the perpetrators of the whole mess hide behind a label of "Christian". There ain't a bit of "Christ-like" in it. I do not like it.... You do not like it....

Imagine what the Founding Fathers would think of it.

While you're off reading posts? Go read this one at The Cunning Runt's place. If you think what's going on now is bad, imagine what the corporatists and dominionists will do to the rest of the world - and us - if they manage to hold their coalition together.

18 January 2008

Friday Art Blogging

Andy Goldsworthy:

16 January 2008

Pheaux Phyre Phorum: The We Try New Things Edition



So, this week's theme is multitasking!

First of all, drinks and munchies are in the usual place.

As is the comment thread.

Also, in my continuing attempt to find the best (non-haloscan) way to have an open forum, we shall be trying out yet another chat program, this one called FUBAR. This one needs a sign up, but once in, it's all good. If you wish to try it with us, email me here (with the subject line "lounge") and I'll send you an invite to "Phydeaux's Phyre" online lounge. I'll be watching both places (and joining in the festivities), so... let me have it!

ALSO: Big props to Christina (and her hubby Keith) for setting up the lounge. You guys rock!

UPDATE: I've been having troubles with my internet connection for the last hour or so (well, actually all day), so apologies to all and sundry.....

14 January 2008

The Rest Of The Story

So, as you know, I was blessed with a visit from my blogfriend Jen, Proprietress of Coasting Richly, the other day. She and I both posted a couple of photos of the visit. In her post, Jen answered one of the questions of the ages; namely, "Does Phydeaux, in fact, live in a Secret Lair (aka '73 Winnebago) in Teh Mountainz of North Carolina?"

What you don't know is... (cue Paul Harvey) "The Rest of the Story!"

(thanks, Paul. You can go take a nap now)

Well, the truth of the matter is, the Secret Lair (aka '73 Winnebago) is actually a TARDIS. So, while Jen was here, we took a quick trip to some really cool places...


Here we are, in front of Buckingham Palace in London.

And here on the Salisbury Plain, at Stonehenge.

Next, we went to Paris, for this shot in front of the Eiffel Tower.

And thence to Giza, Egypt, to pose in front of the Pyramids.

Finally, we popped back to Great Britain,...

To stop by Hogwarts...

So Jen could meet Hermione Granger. And say her name.

NOTE: I am just now learning to use GimpShop (the po' man's PhotoShop). As if you couldn't tell.

13 January 2008

Sunday Shakespeare

Romeo & Juliet, by the Reduced Shakespeare Company:



11 January 2008

Song For Saturday

The late, great Warren Zevon:




Lyrics here.

Friday Cat Blogging

With a Special Appearance by Jen.

Who is this human female in my home, and why is she pointing that at me?


Okay, I decided I like her.


Snoozing in my favoritest new spot.


Why you wake me?


Callie is still not ready for her closeup.

10 January 2008

The Invasion Of The Secret Lair!

So, here I was this morning, minding my own business when suddenly I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked up from the website I was visiting and saw that I was being invaded! Immediately sensing that I was outnumbered outclassed, I decided that a quick surrender and befriending was my only hope.

I think it worked....


Yes, Dear Readers, I was vanquished by none other than my good blogpal, Jennifer! She drove up from her sister's home in REDACTED, NC for an all-too-brief day visit. Despite the drizzly weather, we spent some time in downtown Asheville and took a stroll through the botanical gardens at UNC-Asheville.



In seemingly no time at all, she had to head back down the mountain to REDACTED. It is unfortunate (from my point of view) that she lives in Costa Rica, some 1700+ miles from the Secret Lair (aka '73 Winnebago), but I hope that we can, despite the distance, arrange to have more visits in the future. I've never been to Costa Rica, after all. I now have an excuse to change that.

If It's Thursday, There Must Be Python (Monty) Random

Self-defense Against Fruit:

09 January 2008

Pheaux Phyre Phorum: The Let's Try Something New Edition

UPDATED (at 9:15pm):


Greetings and Sour 'taters, my phriends.

It's Wednesday again, and that means the open thread!

Since we all know Haloscan, umm,... isn't the best (have you been to Shakesville today?)... I thought I'd try using a chat widget for these fora. So, in the sidebar, just below the Blog365 badge, you'll see the "Grabber" chat icon. Click on that and let me have it!

I'll be interested in your thoughts on using Grabber, or suggestions for a better chat window... but please leave them as regular comments so they'll be available for me to peruse at my leisure.


(Damn, I'm picky tonight, huh?)

So, anyway, drinks, munchies, etc. are all in the usual places, and the cops are busy on the other side of Teh Woods, so.....
____________________________

Okay, I don't like grabber.

Any suggestions, anyone?

08 January 2008

Positive Thoughts

Remember everyone, my Siamese Cousin, "Hector", The Cunning Runt, had shoulder surgery today.

Send him some love and healing thoughts so he may soon be regaling us with his humor, dazzling us with his photography, and stunning us with his insight and intelligence.

Get well soon, Cuz!

07 January 2008

This Test Is Spot On!

The Recipe For Phydeaux

3 parts Intellect
2 parts Devilry
1 part Desire

Splash of Beauty

Finish off with whipped cream


(h/t to Wyldth1ng)

The View From The Other Side

My dad forwarded this to me yesterday, with this preface:

I just read this diatribe. Made me sick to my stomach. I don’t know who or what wrote it but it scares me. I look forward to discussing it with you.
I am pleased that this is something new to my Dad - and, I must say, that I find it surprising that I am now protective of my parents being exposed to crass and disgusting things, instead of the opposite - but, as we all know, it is a very mild expression of the Wingnut mind.

If Bush resigned today, this is what his speech would be.....








Normally, I start these things out by saying 'My Fellow Americans.' Not doing it this time. If the polls are any indication, I don't know who more than half of you are anymore. I do know something terrible has happened, and that you're really not fellow Americans any longer.



I'll cut right to the chase here: I quit. Now before anyone gets all in a lather about me quitting to avoid impeachment, or to avoid prosecution or something, let me assure you: There's been no breaking of laws or impeachable offenses in this office.



The reason I'm quitting is simple. I'm fed up with you people. I'm fed up because you have no understanding of what's really going on in the world. Or of what's going on in this once-great nation of ours. And the majority of you are too damned lazy to do your homework and figure it out.



Let's start local. You've been sold a bill of goods by politicians and the news media. Polls show that the majority of you think the economy is in the tank. And that's despite record numbers of homeowners, including record numbers of MINORITY homeowners. And while we're mentioning minorities, I'll point out that minority business ownership is at an all-time high. Our unemployment rate is as low as it ever was during the Clinton administration. I've mentioned all those things before, but it doesn't seem to have sunk in.



Despite the shock to our economy of 9/11, the stock market has rebounded to record levels and more Americans than ever are participating in these markets. Meanwhile, all you can do is whine about gas prices, and most of you are too damn stupid to realize that gas prices are high because there's increased demand in other parts of the world, and because a small handful of noisy idiots are more worried about polar bears and beach front property than your economic security.


We face real threats in the world. Don't give me this 'blood for oil' thing. If I were trading blood for oil I would've already seized Iraq's oil fields and let the rest of the country go to hell. And don't give me this 'Bush Lied; People Died' crap either. If I were the liar you morons take me for, I could've easily had chemical weapons planted in Iraq so they could be 'discovered.' Instead, I owned up to the fact that the intelligence was faulty.



Let me remind you that the rest of the world thought Saddam had the goods, same as me. Let me also remind you that regime change in Iraq was official US policy before I came into office. Some guy named 'Clinton' established that policy. Bet you didn't know that, did you?

You idiots need to understand that we face a unique enemy. Back during the cold war, there were two major competing political and economic models squaring off. We won that war, but we did so because fundamentally, the Communists wanted to survive, just as we do. We were simply able to out spend and out-tech them.



That's not the case this time. The soldiers of our new enemy don't care if they survive. In fact, they want to die. That'd be fine, as long as they weren't also committed to taking as many of you with them as they can. But they are. They want to kill you , and the bastards are all over the globe.


You should be grateful that they haven't gotten any more of us here in the United States since September 11. But you're not. That's because you've got no idea how hard a small number of intelligence, military, law enforcement, and homeland security people have worked to make sure of that. When this whole mess started, I warned you that this would be a long and difficult fight. I'm disappointed how many of you people think a long and difficult fight amounts to a single season of 'Survivor.'



Instead, you've grown impatient. You're incapable of seeing things through the long lens of history, the way our enemies do. You think that wars should last a few months, a few years, tops.



Making matters worse, you actively support those who help the enemy. Every time you buy the New York Times, every time you send a donation to a cut-and-run Democrat's political campaign, well, dang it, you might just as well FedEx a grenade launcher to a Jihadist. It amounts to the same thing.

In this day and age, it's easy enough to find the truth. It's all over the Internet. It just isn't on the pages of the New York Times or on NBC News. But even if it were, I doubt you'd be any smarter. Most of you would rather watch American Idol.

I could say more about your expectations that the government will always be there to bail you out, even if you're too stupid to leave a city that's below sea level and has a hurricane approaching.

I could say more about your insane belief that government, not your own wallet, is where the money comes from. But I've come to the conclusion that were I to do so, it would sail right over your heads.



So I quit. I'm going back to Crawford. I've got an energy-efficient house down there (Al Gore could only dream) and the capability to be fully self-sufficient. No one ever heard of Crawford before I got elected, and as soon as I'm done here pretty much no one will ever hear of it again. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to die of old age before the last pillars of America fall.



Oh, and by the way, Cheney's quitting too. That means Pelosi is your new President. You asked for it. Watch what she does carefully, because I still have a glimmer of hope that there are just enough of you remaining who are smart enough to turn this thing around in 2008.



So that's it. God bless what's left of America. Some of you know what I mean. The rest of you, kiss off.


The thing that angers (and scares) me about this is that there appears to be a large segment of the American public that could swallow this lock, stock and barrel. Let's do what we can, friends, to make sure that the truth wins out.

Oh, and apologies to all and sundry for the multiple images of the Wank-stain in Chief.

06 January 2008

The Sunset of Serendipitous Synchronicity



Gee, I wonder why they're called the Blue Ridge Mountains?
(that's Mt. Pisgah, just to the SW of Asheville)


Sometimes you get lucky....

Here's to luck for all my friends, both online and "Real" world.

05 January 2008

04 January 2008

A New Me....

...or, maybe just another avatar image. Or two....

Battle Mode

VPub Mode

And, yes, I do have a battle beard and a drinking beard. Doesn't everyone?

From the same place as last time....

A Question For My Loyal Readers...

...and anyone else who happens by.

Let us say that you met someone about a month ago. This person is a friend of your neighbor, who is staying with said neighbor for an undetermined time period. You've spoken to this person three, maybe four times.

Then this conversation takes place...

Person: What are you doing in the morning?
You: Not sure 'til morning.
Person: Do you think you could give me a ride to [temp agency] around 5:30?
You: (looking at Person wide eyed) 5:30 AM? Like, before daylight?
Person: That's when they open.

What would you say/do?

A couple of points to consider before you answer:

1) Look at the time stamp on this post. It is about the time you normally go to bed.
2) Well, there isn't really a #2, except to repeat... you hardly know this person, but you do know that agreeing to this is likely to lead to multiple requests for rides to various places... because Person doesn't even have a driver's license, much less a car.

03 January 2008

Pydeo Ranthon (Viday) Thursty Mondom

PortlyDyke posted yesterday that she wanted to have a flying dream.

In honor of her wish, I present the following:


02 January 2008

Pheaux Phyre Phorum: The First Wednesday In 2008 Edition



Jeebus God it is colder than a Wiccan mammary in a copper-tin alloy support undergarment here in Teh Mountainz, NC!* We're talking single digits in the South. But enough about Dumbya's poll numbers, I've got a roaring bonphyre tonight, just to keep you warm. Hopefully Portly Dyke will show up with some Glog, but if not, I saved some of the mountain's finest mash to give ye a shot o' warmth. As they say, it'll either cure ya, or kill ya.

Huddle round, and let the open thread commence!!!


*No offense intended to either Wiccans or copper-tin alloys

I Can Haz Snow!

It snowed here over night!



Okay, that's not what it looks like today. That's a pic from The Storm Of The (Last) Century, aka the Blizzard of '93.

This is what it looked like this morning here in Teh Mountainz, NC:



And here are a couple of pics I took in the middle of the night. I like the way the flash creates a green hue around the edges....



All in all, a pretty pitiful snowfall, but in these days of Global Warming Climate Change, I'll take whatever Ma Nature is able to give me.

01 January 2008

The Second Fluff Post Of The Year!

Big Chocolate Phydeaux.

Enter a word for your own slogan:

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h/t to Dr. Monkey.

Other results:

"Ribbed For Her Phydeaux"
"I'm a Secret Phydeaux Drinker"
and
"Don't Get Mad, Get Phydeaux"

The First Fluff Post Of The New Year!

Phydeaux as Super Hero:



Link found at Gender Blank's place.