First Person Shooter

I just discovered the best thing since actually running around and killing terrorists!

Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six 3 - I have never had so much fun with a video game! Nathanga got it for me this Christmas and i have played it every day since. From the planning to the execution (including all the heads up display),
RB6 offers more choices, great live play, realistic play and graphics.

Missions vary but are around the basic idea that you are a member of an elite anti-terrorism squad and you get to blow away bad guys, disarm bombs, rescue hostages, and basically save the free world every day.

The first time you get killed is unbelievable - I never saw it coming - I was just dead! But you get to take control of other team members until they're all dead then try again.

I use a tracball so shooting is really easy but if you use a wheelmouse you can open doors better. I just throw open and go in blasting so i don't need to be that fluid but make your own choices. My advice is to ad a third team to the first level and play as that team (single member) then follow the other teams in until you get used to moving.

After a few runs you get the basics but you will keep learning for a long time with this baby!

Play and have fun - If you want to help with Seachele's Handcycle

Myrtle Beach Christmas

Talk about "Gift of the Magi" - I had put a lot of money into an account my wife never keeps money in. to buy her a Handcycle. She had been feeling ill and had not been shopping without me since October so I was sure she would not go into that account.

A Christmas Miracle! My Mom and Sister came into town to "take care of SeaChele" - Translate "take shopping"

She spent the whole lot on Nathanga and the pups - not to mention a new pup! So that when I went to write the check for the Handbike , there was nothing there!

Oh, well! She had a good time shopping and nathanga enjoyed his new computer equipment. So It will be w little while waiting for her Christmas present unless you help!

Spring Break - ge'in re'y to ge' down

We are getting ready for spring break - colleges from all over will be here "gettin busy" or whatever they do these days - I still remember when we used to "boogie".

Do they still Get Down? Now when i get down it's uaually because my back hurts and the floor is a good firm surface to get the kinks out. Kinky used to be Afro hair (which is now called natural, but at one time was nappy) but then somehow kinky became bad. Bad became good for a while but was replaced by fatt or phat - not to be confused to be fat which was ok but now is very bad. Is that good?

In conclusion - if you need a good place to party try Spring break Myrtle Beach

If you need a little help look at :

Bloated Bum

Yeah, I finally slowed down long enough to write. Had to. Couldn't move with all this turkey in me. And more to go ...

It's been a crazy month with Wifey illin' and just now gettin back in the saddle. But we're all thankful for her dazzling recovery and her impending greatness.

Just for those who were expecting big presents for me or want me to pay you back, - It'll be at least January!
sit tight, Dudes.

where, oh where has my li'l dingy gone?

where has my lil dingy gone

Oh where oh where could it be?

ok so we have just realized that 14 minutes worth of macrame has gone to the dogs. back up come the binoculars to capture the essence of Brian's cunundrum sinking in to his fuzzy head.

It wasn't long before he came ambling down the dock, a bounce in his step and his tank top flailing away. When he got to the place where the dingy had been a huge, nervous smile spread across his melon. This was better than candid camera!

Brian casually looked from one end of the dock to another, hoping that his extremely fragile reality was not finally beginning to crumble. he peered over to us but we were concealed beneath the bimini and completely out of earshot anyway, so there was nothing we could do - except roll around the deck in fits of hilarity.

Brian actually worked pretty good in a crisis situation. He walked out to the fuel pumps at the end of the dock and asked if they had seen the dingy (i can only suppose, we actually have no idea what the conversation was). we were waiting for him to call over on the radio but i think he was too embarrassed (or too intimidated by the electronics involved) to contact us.

he stayed in the fuel hut for quite a while. eventually he was escorted down the dock by a west indian in a red t-shirt. The red t-shirt kept making motions with his hand s which conveyed "i have no idea where it is. No, i haven't seen anyone leaving the island in a dingy with a greeeeen moata!"

then the red t-shirt pointed across the bay to the dingy's new position. "is thaat ya booat, mon?" his fingers asked.

brian looked and turned back to the red t-shirt. "How could that be my boat? I'm ... I'm sure that....I mean... I know i didn't park it there. I guess it could be my boat but i ... i tyed that thing up over here" he must have said.

after more armwaiving by red and more rocking by brian he finally walked along the beach in front of pusser's to the other dock. he inspected the dingy, not wanting to be locked in a third world jail for pilfering a boat which wasn't his.

after deciding that "well it looks like our dingy... i mean it has that SeaBreeze on the side there and that ... i think i recall that was the name of the company we rented the boat from.... or was it caribbean travel network? i seem to remember that when i was trying to get a train ticket to the caribbean that chesty gave me a number to a woman... i think i remember her name was rena.... i wonder what she looked like?... let's see caribbean travel network was the place we got the tickets... yeah, ok then i guess SeaBreeze was the company we got that boat from.

well, lets see... it has got the green motor and i remember i cranked it up and that motor was green....."

he looked around and noone was chasing after him so he must have assumed it was our boat.

now how would he let the rope go and crank the motor without drifting out to sea?

he did return and later that evening we found out that the young sailor tying the dingy up earlier was in fact roe's brother pete. - he had seen brian come to the dock and thought it would be a neat trick. he and will had watched from the deck of pusser's with the entire restaurant and been laughing just as hard as we were.

guilt finally forced me to tell brian the truth, 3 days after we returned home.

Dingy Boy ties one up

Today we relive Brian's dingy expedition!

It's day 12 - we have sailed from Cooper Island to Leverick Bay on Virgin Gorda. The crew has gone ashore for supplies and returned minus the captain (still Roe- no mutiny as of yet) who is under a palm tree reading Don't Stop the Carnival.

After a couple hours the radio crackles to life. The skipper needs a dingy ride back to the boat. I look at Brian and give the command, "fire up the dingy - the skip needs you, miboy"

Brian is a "special" tenant of ours and by this time in the trip we have grown accustomed to his barklike noises, abnormal meal habits, strange hygiene habits, lack of clothing, habit of slapping his chest, generally his overall weird behavior.

But the one thing that no one could accept was his indecision. When we said "Brian, pull the red rope" he would look at it and say "well... This one is kinda white with red stripes... I mean I could pull this one but I'm not really sure its red or..."

then he sort of rocks a little bit looking for approval.

"pull in the *&#$ rope!"

he puts his hands gingerly on the rope and stares at the winch around which it should be wound.

"sit over there! #$@%%^&*&&*^^%$!"

then someone would do his job as he fidgeted in his seat.

Now he is faced with being alone in a 12 foot boat (with an engine that stalls occasionally) in a harbor where the wind is lightly puffing out to sea. His mind is reeling with possible tragedies.

"get in the dingy and go get Roe. You've driven the dingy with jack in it. You know what to do. Get in and I'll untie you when you get it cranked."

"Ted - do you want to go with me?"

"get in and go. It's right there - 200 yards. You swam that far the other day!"

rock, rock, rock

"I'll go" said Ted fearing that his fraternity brother would die of starvation on the dock of a four star resort waiting for rescue.

They get in and, with Ted acting as ballast, they motor ashore.

As the dingy comes back to the TI-COYO , Roe is standing at the bow (like ponce de Leon in search of the fabled fountain) and Ted is sitting at attention (big smile on his face) on the center seat as Brian manuvers the "greeeen moata dingy" to the stern of the TI-COYO.

I stand to offer any assistance they may need and Roe holds up a foreboding hand. "Brian is doing this on his own - no help from anyone"

He successfully gets to the back of the TI-COYO and all passengers deboat (like how the stewardess has you "deplane"). Congratulations are offered to Brian and everybody settles down to a nice lunch of beans and rice.

Suddenly Roe “remembers” that he has forgotten bait and asks Brian to go back to the store and buy some.

Then he tells Brian to go get some bait.

Then he orders Brian to go get some bait.

"you've done it several times, I won't accept no as an answer!"

Brian slowly makes his way into the dingy and as he turns around to ask (for the nine hundred and fourteenth time) how to start the engine, Roe let go the line and sends him adrift.

A look of panic came across his face and he couldn't decide whether to :

1. jump out of the dingy and swim for the boat hoping that a giant tuna with rabies didn't devour him on the way.

2. try to throw the line back to Roe so he could hold on to it as he took 45 minutes to crank the motor

3. crank the motor and go to shore.

4. just sit there until he reached Havana where Cuban whores would drag him ashore and fulfil his wildest dreams while sending him straight to hell for fornication.

We got the binoculars out and watched as Brian sailed off into history.

He cranked the motor and made it safely to the dock. After arriving he spent the next 14 minutes tying the vessel up. Then he rechecked his knot; looked at how the other dingies were tied; double checked his knot making sure that a hurricane wouldn't blow it away as he went to the market; looked around to ensure no pirates were about; checked the sky for coming hurricanes; checked his knot; smiled, having full assurance that he had done it with no disasters.

As he walked off to the store he swatted himself on the back with his tank top repeatedly. He says it makes him feel “normal”.

A few minutes passed and I noticed the ease with which some young sailor secured his dingy to a different dock, some hundred yards away - funny how I didn't notice him coming into the harbor.

Another ten minutes passed. Brian sure was taking his time getting bait.

Then Roe, who had been staring intently at the dock, asked "where's the dingy?"

A quick search affirmed it was not where Brian had left it. An easy look to the next dock confirmed my suspicion that whoever had tied that dingy hadn't come into the harbor with it. It was our dingy – somehow it had come undone and drifted across the harbour!

to be continued…

never buy a pickup

This is a blog from a couple years back when i lived in the rental office

Never buy a pickup truck!

I don't care how much you want it, need it, have to have it, never buy a pickup truck.

It just lines you up for a lifetime of helping people move. I really messed up yesterday when I told a new tenant I would help him move his stuff from a motel room into his new "five star luxury apt".

first of all the guy comes a-bangin' on my door early this morning (it's Saturday, I don't care what time it was, anytime in the morning is early in the morning) and says "you said you'd let me use your truck, can I have the keys?"

I don't "let" people use my truck. Nobody knows how to control the classic 87 Toyota with the proper skill to keep it in tip-top running order. So here I go driving over to get this guys junk and drop it off. Thirty minutes out of my day to help a fellow man. No big deal.

Two hours and three full (and I mean full) loads later, we can see the floor in part of his hotel room. I can't believe the floor didn't fall through. Have I mentioned this is on the third floor? And he's moving to a second floor unit?

I have to go back and check messages in the office. As soon as I get there I am met by a horde of people. "my sink don't drain" "I wanna pay part of my back rent - I'll get the rest on Monday "we want a bigger apt, for less money" bla bla bla

so now I have to work but this guy has his kids crying cause they think he's taking their toys to the dump. His fat wife is laying around the hotel going through memory lane for each miniscule piece of crap she is gingerly putting in a pile (they had no boxes so I gave them some trash bags).......why is it when people move they can't just remember as they're unpacking in their new digs?

I remember moving when H.B., Eddie and I were roommates. Ed and I were packed and moved in under two hours. H.B. Had seven truckloads of junk that he had to organize for 6 hours before he was ready to start moving. He kept going through boxes of pictures while we cussed and screamed and finally just started throwing his stuff in the truck (and the Volvo wagon, which is another vehicle that makes you a candidate to ask a favor of when it is time for bulky object transport).

Where was I? Oh yeah. Pure frustration lets me drop my senses in the ditch and loan the guy my truck. At least I won't have to help haul the crap up and down the stairs!

That's why I am typing this. I have finished the maintenance work and now I sit here without my wheels - I dare not go looking for the guy because I might find my truck in a heap on main street..

Next time I'm getting another CRX.

Drowning Mona

I watched Again last night and I never get over how great it is. The truly great movies never get much hype. But I'm gonna hype this one a little - Danny Devito, Bette Midler, Ben Afleck's little brother, and skads of great actors with a well-writtenplot that leaves you feeling like you know these people - and wishing you didn't at the same time.

Check out this great flick and you'll want tpo watch it again and again.

am i hacking?

I am being accused of hacking but all I am doing is using an unlocked internet signal. If someone leaves hte door to their house open and you walk in and sit down that's just being neighborly, right?

Well I figure these folks just like everbody and want to be neighborly. The folks really should lock that signal down, though in case some unscruprlous character uses their signal for unlawful purposes and they get the blame for it.

Oh - by the way, we had a great beachball tonight. the folks from Red Bull came by and handed out free drinks. the band played and everybody enjoyed great food.

Radio Shack is Great!

Radio Shack is Great! I bought an Ionizer there about a year ago that worked very well - helped a lot with my son's allergies and kept the joint free of dust. Couple weeks ago it just didn't work anymore.

Emailed the customer service people at kaz.com who do the satisfaction work. Tole me to send it in- I did. Took about two weeks and they sent me a brand new one!

I love Great American Success stories and radio shack is a company that has always worked to fill the needs of its customers. Remember to stop by Radio Shackto get some electronic stuff this week - Just browse through and see what you need.

I ain't paid by Radio Shack- so you can trust my opinion.

Seriously



Oh yeah i found that if you live in an apartment building and want to let others use your internet connection and make a buck or two go to Dragnfly and pick up a Flypoint. It will let others sign up wirelessly to use your internet connection and you get paid for each subscription.

Pretty cool!

The Fun Never Stops

Then came senior week.


This is a gang of kids from West Forsyth High School! Enjoyin' the wide, sandy beach in front of the summer sea Inn

Moanster Truck

Today on the way home I followed a "monster truck" down Ocean Boulevard. This thing was seventy thousand dollars worth of small penis compensation. Not only did he have the five-foot-tall tires and body lift kit (requiring a ladder which unfurled when the doors opened); the thing was powered by a full-scale cummins diesel with twin three inch smoke stacks towering up behind the cab.

As I followed, I couldn't help but notice the purple tailgate emblazened with the obligitory airbrushed fantasy girl. Painting the fantasy girl on the ole tailgate is a sure way to safegaurd against ever having an actual girlfriend ride up front on the bench seat.

I patiently followed as the humongous "offroader" whined through the gears up Ocean Boulevard. I pondered the price of diesel fuel and how much the trip to Myrtle Beach cost this guy. I marveled, as I sat at the Main Street stoplight, how big the tires on that thing were; how deep the tread was - obviously designed for traction in deep mud and other treacherous terrain. The owner of this vehicle was prepaired for any circumstance, from quicksand to a line of abandoned cars that needed crushing.

About this time I was startled as the big trucked swerved violently into the oncoming lane as we passed the Ashworth. My lightning-quick reflexes prepared for whatever calamity lay ahead. Was it a downed motorcyclist? a wayward child wondering into traffic? What was it that the monster truck left its lane to avoid?

A gravel patch where the road had been repaired.

Be Amazed at my power!

This kid has the ability to make a dog float in the air but can't pick up his socks - explain that!


No - just showing off My son's ability in photo editing. He's putting up his own website and i wanted to share this with you.

It was sad to hear that Felix Unger Died - But that ole geezer lived a life, didn't he?

He left behind a wife and two kids (7&5)- His first wife of 54 years was as he described it "the only woman I ever saw".

If you have never had a TV - Tony Randall played the role that Jack lemon made famous in The Neil Simon Film The Odd Couple.

Normally a TV show that was based on a movie is a poor facsimile. The only other one was M*A*S*H that came from M*A*S*H (the movie)

When true carafsmen like Mr Randall leave this world it's always a little sad, but it gives us the opportunity to relive the days of old and review their work.

I'm so glad that he felt the love of fans right up to the end of his life - he made numerous appearance on broadway and even on David Letterman. - A True Showman that never stopped living life ot its fullest....

Beefcake!

Bubbles! My wife just remided me of my before pic. Before I went on Atkins she snuck into the bathroom while i was having a bubble.



This is me in all my glory at 250 pounds!

haven't slept much

Our son has been wakened nightly with coughing fits for the last week. Last Thursday as Michele was cleaning the Ionizer

all seemed right but then upon replugging the unit it failed ot work.

"Dang" says she.
Mesay "i'll fixer"
uh- oh
nono

Durn thing won't work.
"Dang!" sesame
"Durn!" sesashe

So i'm on the emailerizer and wing ding to the folks at Kaz who handle our Air Purifier and shesay "dang, man - wefixer. Boxer uppen sinner in"

So I did.

But what with the shippin' and all it has been nearly a week without the Ionic Pro Air Purifier and the boys lungs are fillin' up with doghair and whatnot.

going to sleep.

if yer kid's a lergic - delergify him with a Ionic Pro Air Purifier.

nuff said

Here they go! Bike Week 2004

Aside from all the noise there are some things that the drunkies enjoy - Today we take you to the two biggest "biker" bars in town

H.D. Spokes on the north end
SBB down south - yes it stands for Suck Bang Blow Which would normally be considered improper for a gentleman to say in mixed company, but we're talking internal combustion.

Now - here's the thing that always makes me wonder: Thousands of people ride motorcycles a few miles out of town and down untold shots of alchohol and kegs upon kegs of beer. Then stumble out and "mount their iron horses" to ride around in various states of inebriation. OK - this seems like their choice right? not legal but who cares, you're not at home, you're in Myrtle Beach and nobody from home is here to see your brains splattered all over the road.

HERE'S THE PART I DON'T GET!

Escorting these drunken motorcycle enthusiasts out onto the highway; stopping cars to ensure the bikes get on the road and rolling without falling over- are a couple hundred of Horry County's finest. The ones you'd think would be trying to get drunks on bikes off the road.
It seems that a widely accepted notion is that "gettin on a Harley sobers you up"

Right now my son is watching a movie and i can't believe what it is.

The Breakfast Club

Remember this movie? Are you old enough? It's still as good as ever. I am feeling all the things it conjured up when i was a kid and now my son is glued to to the tube.

He has the his gameboy in his hand but is not the least bit interested in the game. I remember laughing, crying and dancing in the aisle when i first saw it.

Simple Minds!

Ain't it funny that Anthony Michael Hall was the little nerd but grew up to be a real life steriod-shooting blowhard?

If you haven't seen it, or haven't seen it for years - pick up a copy and remember which character you were then and who your kid is today.

That was the beginning of "the brat pack" and John Hughes's second of many films with Molly ringwald and Anthony Michael Hall.

Memories...

And about those iraqi prisoners

Ok htose soldiers should be punished for breaking protocol - BUT C"MON!!! They had to be nekked for a little bit. Even on their best day in Saddam's army they weren't treated as well as we treated them, Why the heck do you think they were falling all over themselves to surrender?

Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.

These were the thugs that were killing our soldiers right before they were captured.


Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.

ok a few soldiers went a little over the line.

Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.

There is no evidence that suggests there is a vast network of genocidal maniacs throughout our army.

They want Rumsfield to resign?

Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.

ok I'm done.

Bike Week, Schmike week

Well, it’s time again for the loudest week of the year. I say “week” but today they rolled in and will be here for at least ten days. If you live near or have even ever heard of Myrtle Beach you probably know what I mean.

BIKE WEEK

Harleys have been steadily rolling past my office since about 8:30 this morning. I am going home early today. Don’t get me wrong – I have nothing against motorcycles. I have ridden many and enjoy the thrill of the open road. I don’t like Harley Davidsons.
They are based on an antiquated design that is underpowered, overloud, leaking, rattling, obnoxious and is loved by people who enjoy people noticing that they are on a motorcycle more than riding a motorcycle.

I get a big kick out of these “bikers” that come down to “bike week” in SUVs with trailers on them. A couple hours after arriving they get a team of people to help them get their “bike” out of the trailer and park it in front of the house. Then they spend the next week riding a few minutes between stops at bars where they cackle and crow for hours. When it’s all done, they pack their “bikes” back into their trailers and get into their family car and turn on the A/C and the stereo and roll up the windows to insulate themselves from the road on the trip home.

Then they have the audacity to look down their noses at a couple guys who show up with a duffle bag tied to the back of their BMW or Honda. These are the ones who enjoyed 8 hours cruising from New York or Michigan or wherever, wind in their face wheels on the road.

It’s not so much the Harleys that piss me off as much as the holes planted on them. Many of these people (I know a few) abandon their school age children for a week – telling them that grandma would like to have them visit; or “wouldn’t it be nice to have a sleepover at Jamie’s for the next nine nights?”

Every bike week we average more deaths per day by motorcycle wreck than the military has by Iraqi bomb over the last two years. Still we have no uproar over having bike week be called off – Maybe it’s because soldiers are more valuable to the U.S. than a-holes.

Terrorists best friend

I'm sitting in a tanning salon right now using their wireless connection for free!

Pretty cool, huh? well it would be if we didn't have a couple thousand alqueda agents looking for easy places to keep in touch with the wackos at base.

If you have a wireless connection in your home, you open yourself up to hackers and make it easy for bad people to get away with internet communication without paying and without getting caught.

Lock it up!!!!

use wep at the very least or better yet lock out all but named mac addresses.

Oh wait, I'm getting a transmission.....


Aha! I've opened up the shared hard drive - It's not the tanning salon's network, but rather the nightclub next door. Let me see what kind of info they have...

You see the direct threat to the wireless router owner is the info on your own network. This isn't what the terrorists are interested in, htey just want a anonymous way to share info.

According to NewsFactorNetwork.com , "Security officials in government and private industry agree that the Web is heavily used by terrorists such as Osama bin Laden and other extremist groups, including Middle East terror organizations Hezbollah and Hamas."

The chances that a terrorist is stalking your home or business are probably low, but so are the chances you'll be involved in a car wreck, killing or disabling you for life - Do you wear a seatbelt?

The process is simple and instructions come with the wireless router or access point. It takes about five or ten minutes and could keep a bad person from doing bad things.

“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.” (Edmund Burke)

Do something - lock down your wireless!

Big Breasts

Came home with thunderstorms threatening. Rushed in and grabbed some chick

en breasts out of the fridge and fired up the grill. I use Charcoal - sorry Hank. And i light real charcoal without lighter fluid in the tube



Just put some newspapers and what not under, light it and the physics take over. Tonight I grabbed the paper towels Michele had used when cooking bacon in the microwave for her lunch and put them under the tube - kavoom! chicken on the grill in no time.

Big Juicy breasts slow cooked to perfection over 100 percent wood charcoal fire! Topped of with brussel sprouts in butter sauce. Now I'm happy! I'v almost forgotten that we'll have a couple thousand college kids invade us this weekend for the Duke Week Craziness

Bowling, Bowling Bowling

Yesterday Natey got a bowling ball at the yard sale and had to try it out today. We were up at 7 am and ready for the day installed Nate's new wireless card.

Go wireless yourself.

He started looking up cheats for his game cube right away. Remember when cheating was frowned upon? Now the kids think a cheat is a reward for google-izing. Google Eyezing used to be what led to babies being made. "Stop making Google Eyes at that Henderson girl before she ends up having a baby!"

So after a few hours of movies watching - might i reccomend:
Lone Star State of Mind

We ate some popcorn and mopped the floors; sent the boy out for a poop patrol and off to the Bowling Alley we went. First game i started out getting my butt beat ny a 12-year-old and a cripppled lady. But I came back to whipp up on them both - Booyeah!!

ok so then we went to the beach and came home.

time for soem low carb beer and a pillow!

WAIT!! first it's THE SIMPSONS

Garage sale action

So after spring cleaning out all the junk we couldn't possibly wear, use or play with anymore, we headed down to the Possum Trot rec center for the 1st annual community garage sale.

Up at five and set up for business by 7, we eagerly awaited the first customer. A couple browsed by and asked about our old barstools. They decided to come back. Twenty two seconds later a lady snagged them up - the race was on! Folks started sorting through our prized possessions; they bickered over prices and and browsed through pre-read books, asking whether or not each one is a good book. Hillary Rodham Clinton's tale of villages and children was bypassed several times. Spy novels were rehashed and I got a few recommendations of authors I havent read.

In just a few hours we made more than a full weeks salary and enjoyed the company of our neighbors. What we didn't sell we dropped by the helping hand on the way home.

Now to buy more stuff!

Get out of the left lane!!

I drive five miles to work each day. For Four of those miles i am cussing like a sailor. I suppose i should just sit back and enjoy what's on the radio but i can't. It's not that I hate old people, or stupid people, or old, stupid people I just want things to be right.

In almost, if not every state in the union there is a law which prohibits driving in the left lane (with the exceptions of passing slower traffic and turning left). I know it is the law in SC. So why is it that these normally law-abiding citizens who, for reasons unknown, have survived for fourscore and too many years should flaunt the law and defy the right minded, hard-working folk who try to remind them (via the flashing of lights, tooting of horn and various hand signals) that their anti-social behavior is akin to those of al queda.

It is the goal of terrorists to destabilize our way of life; to break our steady march of progress. Let them send their bombers and kalashnikov-toting maniacs. We can handle all they can send and more; but these fiendish slowers-down of our economy, these leaches who no longer have jobs, living off those who produce - with their social security and their Medicare; these are the true danger. Poking along in the left lane - keeping vital shipment for industry mired in traffic, they slog along, their blinkers indicating eminent changes of direction confusing workers on their way to and from the engine of our economy.

I say to better the American way of life we must unclog the arteries of our nation! I urge each and every one of you to flash your lights, honk your horns and give the appropriate hand signals to those who tie up our left lanes.

Spring Break Has Started!

Well the kids are here and more are on the way! The weather has worked well for us this week. We also have a new wireless internet provider on Second Ave S. Dragnfly has a center at second Ave S. The signal goes all the way to the Fairfield at 5th ave S. and the beach at second Ave is hot! So if you have a wireless laptop and wat to get access - head to Second Ave South in North Myrtle Beach

Don't forget your sunscreen!

The joys of parenting a future beach bum

My son is 12 - his teachers at North Myrtle Beach Middle School tell me he is one of the smartest kids they have in class. But he takes after me too much. Builds the most complex legos and bionicles you could imagine but can't turn in his math homework.

He does the work, i put the paper in his hand as i send him towards the school, then something happens and the homework doesn't show up on his teachers desk.

"why didn't you turn in your homework?"
"i don't know"
"Don't you want to pass the class so you can surf this summer instead of going to summer school?"
"yes"
"Then turn in your homework!"
"dad, did you see my newest bionicle can lids? they snap together to form a ball"
"hey neat, son can i do that?"

Amherst College

tomorrow we send the mailout to amherst college then friday yale goes into play. Myrtle Beach will see a surge in college activity this year!


North Myrtle Beach will have volleyball tournaments and kayak trips. It's gonna be a great summer.

Look for big news coming soon!

Al Gore's big speech on Global warning:

XXXXX DRUDGE REPORT XXXXX WED JAN 14, 2004 19:39:09 ET XXXXX

GORE TO WARN OF 'GLOBAL WARMING' ON NEW YORK CITY'S COLDEST DAY IN DECADES!

In what political watchers are calling possibly the biggest gaffe in years, former Vice President Al Gore is set to give a speech tomorrow on the perils of global warming -- on what is expected to be the coldest day in New England in nearly half a century!

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We had freakin ice all over the place today at NOON. I'm already lookin for a place in Trinidad.

Wal Mart Headache

We just got back from Smallmart AGAIN. It opened Wednesday and we've already been three times. That place is soooo LOUD! the freaking music blares away from tinny speakers while you try to shop, then every 22.6 seconds an overzealous employee screams into the intercom to block out the music "WE NEED A C.S.M. IN LAYAWAY" doodly doodle doo dooo dewwww "WE NEED A C.S.M. AT AISLE TWENTY TWO"

I was about to snap.

From Walmart.com

The North Myrtle Beach Wal-Mart Supercenter, encompassing more than 203,916 square feet of retail space and employing upwards of 425 associates, will offer customers a full line of groceries and general merchandise under one roof at Wal-Mart’s signature Every Day Low Prices.

That is a lot of store - every bit of it covered with too much noise.

Well, it is all nice and clean, that will last for a while. Right next to it is a Office Depot which is kinda neat. We ave always had to ride 30 minutes or more, depending on the tourists to get to Myrtle Beach to buy a pen.

On the bright side my new business venture is going nicely - should be set up and running well for the '04 season. Spring Break is right around the corner...

Freezing cold in North Myrtle?

This is getting ridiculous! Michele says we're gonna have to move to warmer climates! I guess we just need to put in a good woodstove next winter and throw some more insulation in the attic. We have another cold weekend ahead but it may get up to 70 next week!

Myrtle Beach is starting to come back to life. North Myrtle got it's very own Ding Dang WalMart We went on opening day and saw most everybody fromtown there. It's kind of wierd that in summer there are millions of people here but the ones that live year round are just a couple thousand.

gotta go put on another coat -> Come on SUMMER!