**The following has many MANY spelling errors**

Eh blogger buddies. Its been a while since I've posted. For all of you that have been keeping track of my irregular posting schedule, I would like all you anal retentive people to go sod off. Ok, lets see now, my last post was last month before anyone except for Matt had not gone off!?? My my, that's almost like a life time away. And yes, I really haven't been jogging since (except for today where I jogged until I couldn't stop crying). So, Let me try and jog the gnomes inside of my brain into relinquishing the memories that they use as currency in the hollow that I know as the inside of my skull and they know as lukesy.

Ok, lets get the movies out of the way. Just saw a movie called "Saved". Very funny, if you think crazy born again Christians are scary. If you end up being very serious about religion, then you probably think I'm a heathen anyway, and probably aren't reading this. It started out with a girl finding out her boy friend was Gay, and then having a vision of Jesus tell her she should help him with his problems. This involved her getting knocked up. Twas a good movie and I recommend it. I also saw a movie called "A Civil action". Didn't really like it all that much. Mostly because John Travolta's character (The good guy) is less likeable that Robert Duvals character (The evil lawyer boss of a polluting company). Many flaws in it, but it had the Shovler in it(Props to William H. Macey). Wouldn't recommend this movie to anyone. My sister wanted to see it, because she had to read the book for her environmental science stuff, and loved the book. Um.... Last week I saw, "Overnight" which was a film about the man who wrote and directed "The Boondock Saints". He had a great idea, and a great sense for the movie, but he ended up alienating himself and having Marimax almost call a hit out on him. Twas a very interesting documentary, and I would recommend it to any Boondock Saints fans. Finally, what stretch of movies would be complete without Christopher Walken. So, we rented "The prophesy". A movie about Christopher Walken being an Angel and fighting a second war against God. A lot of the stuff in it didn't make ANY sense. Oh, you want examples, ok, lets see... Sometimes when Viggo Mortensen appeared as the Devil, he had a strange short, ugly, balding demon .... thing with him for NO REASON AT ALL. Angles in this movie where very Very easy to kill, and could be done so, by throwing them out of a window. The main 'hero' went through school to become a priest, and as soon as he started having crazy visions of Angles dying he became a Cop. Not just a cop, but a detective. Am I mistaken or does becoming a detective involve a little more than a whim and a weekend. Oh, and the most blaring discrepancy .... (Drum roll please....) .... Christopher Walken needed a soul of an evil man to bring about victory for his side. This soul was taken out of the man via a French kiss by one of the angles on his Corpse, and then deposited (In the same manner mind you) into a little girl. Then Viggo showed up and said that heaven couldn't accept souls until the war was over but Hell was always accepting, and so, all good souls would remain in their respective flesh bags until the end of the war or the end of days (The later seeming more likely with the incompetence being evident up there). So, here rings the discrepancy.... WHY DIDN'T THE EVIL GUYS SOUL GO TO HELL?!???!?$ See it if you feel like laughing at a bad B movie with Christopher Walken and Viggo Mortensen in it. Elsewise don't bother. Finally (again) I saw the Transporter 2. The only 2 things I will say about that movie is (1)if you like the first one you will like this one (2)If you think about whets going on too much the storyline falls apart like I was hoping the main villains girlfriends clothes would do the entire movie.

The preceding was an "Uber-stuffed paragraph"(Brought to you by the same people who bring you double stuffed .... don't want to be sued so I will say 'chocolate cookies with filling inbetween')

So, since August Life has been crazy...
I've only gone bowling once during the entire time though, and I think that one time was too many. If you would like to know why, ask Nick, Mike C., Bill, or Chuck and I'm sure each of them will tell you a different story about what happened and who provoked who, and who over reacted and who squeezed the charman.
I have been doing a lot of yard work. Sawing down branches, and putting gravel and stone dust down, and picking fruits and vegetables, and making racks for stuff in the basement(The first bike Rack we put up, fell down, and took some of the ceiling with it. I'm counting the days until this one does the same).
Last weekend we went to see a photo gallery of Ansell Adams' photographs at the MFA, and then we went to my uncles house for a pool party.
This weekend, I've been in a bit of a low. It could be that I kicked the weekend off on Thursday by going to a Wake with Chuck and his parents (No one you knew, don't ask). It could be that I over think everything and therefore made my Friday less enjoyable than it should have been. Or it could very well just be that for some reason I'm slightly off this weekend(chemical, psychologically, hypothetically).

So, that's my last two weeks. Nothing really too out of the ordinary if you know me. I'm sure I forgot a lot of things (oh, like this amazing test facility that I went to on Thursday that was the most wonderful place to do sonar testing that I could imagine, where I got all sorts of crazy stories from the people who worked there) [Ok, I got to tell a few of these now.

The test area is at the edge of a quarries, so sometimes they have trouble with kids who just want to hang out in the area. So, the guys where telling me about how there was one time where there was an Iranian Man working at the test facility, while they where having some trouble with the kids. Dan was complaining about the kids. The Iranian man said "But why don't you just shoot at them with rubber bullets?" and of course Dan said "that's illegal, I would get arrested for that". (From this point on, alternating paragraphs will be either Dan or the Iranian man talking) "oh, well then I will think more on this. .... But Dan why don't you just go up there and beat the children?" "Well, I'm an adult and they are kids, I would get arrested and go to prison if I do that" "Do not worry, I will come up with an elegant solution for you ... Ok Dan, you say that you can not shoot at the children for you will go to jail, you say that you are adult and they are kids, so if you beat them you will go to jail. I tell you what you must do. You go into town and you find the biggest, meanest 16 year old you can find, and you say to him 'I will give you $20 for every child you bring me' and your problem will be solved"

The test facility has removable floor planks to lower things into the water. Sometimes, during lunch time, the guys would throw some food into the pond and watch the fish eat it. A few fish in particular (small mouth bass) would come back repeatedly, and the guys specifically brought turkey to feed to them. It got to the point where they just had to make eye contact with the fish, and throw the turkey and the fish would jump out of the water to eat it. This went on for quite a while, and the fish got quite large. The guys actually started joking that if a wild turkey came over to the edge of the water, it would have to watch out for these fish. Fast forward a ways, to a lovely summer day, when a group of ducks (The kind with the crazy eyes apparently from what I heard)(A mother and 7 or so gosling) where swimming on the lake. Everyone in the facility came out to watch the cute ducks. All these people bothered the mother duck, and she and her babies started climbing a steep and treacherous slope away from the lake. The mother and all but two of the gosling made it up, and the last two where giving it their best to get up, but they kept on tumbling back into the water. (You all can see where this is going, but I have to finish anyway). So, all the guys where watching the ducks and noticed that the mother duck was getting a bit nervous and corralling her babies quite a bit. One of the babies down in the lake, made it up to join with its siblings. The narrator of this story told me that he turned his back and was going into the facility when there was a plop noise. He turned around and saw that the gosling was gone. Everyone who had been watching said that it just disappeared under the water. Someone thought that it was a squid, but the narrator of the story was convinced that it was one of the small mouth bass which he had been feeding all this time.
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Ok, that's enough of a blog for now. I'll see you all later. Have a great week.

::...I then was thrown into a jail and suspended by the larger of my two testicles when I decided that I had had enough....::