Guard Dog

Or M is explaining to him that Putin was the target he was supposed to go for. That would be... awkward.

That "letter" was a stupid thing to do. We have our quibbles here at home. We've even resorted to shooting at each other in the past and probably will again in the future. But goddamit when it comes to dealing with a foreign government we put up a untied front behind the President. Even if he is an incompetent jackass. You don't publically cut his legs out like that. Of course the Dems were all just as happy a pigs in ---- when Teddy Kennedy did it to Regan with the USSR.

let us guess. as you were sitting on the back porch, contemplating your fence, you saw a meteor fall in the distance, a shooting star all red and gold. it were a sign, and so you chose to follow the sign. for sixty days and sixty nights, guard dog traveled in the direction the star had fallen, and on his journey he had many fine and terrible adventures. the hero wrestled and befriended a giant white grizzly, whom he named Stu, and the bear named guard dog Meat. gd saved a beautiful indian princess from an evil witch, but when the maiden's father offered the hero the hand of the princess in marriage, he respectfully declined as his heart (or at least community property) were already owned by another. to finally reach the landing spot o' the star, gd had to level a small mountain, which changed the course of a river, which saved a dying town. the hero would be forever remembered in smurf village as the man who made the flowers bloom and the corn grow once more. finally gd reached his goal, a meteor of iron and nickle and other strange metals unknown to man or god. but the stone was ill-formed and clumsy and had no purpose until the hero put his will to it; he popped the stone into his mouth eventhough the fires it had carried with it from the heavens had not been fully extinguished. a mighty hiss erupted from gd's nose, but he kept the stone in his mouth and gave it a good chaw to cool it and reshape it. when at last the hero was finished, he spat forth a mighty hammer-head, a vital tool indeed, but he saw it were incomplete. so gd returned to the smurfs and the smurfs in their thanks imparted unto their hero a magic handle that swallowed sweat and tamed even the most ill-struck blow so that no horny vibrations would slow gd's swing. and so the hero returned to the indian princess and she gave unto him strands of her glistening black hair that shone dark and smooth as a raven's eye. she kissed the stands, each one, and affixed the mighty hammer to his... handle. the black threads, while almost as fine as spider silk, were stronger than steel cables thick as guard dog's own mighty arms. the mainden's kiss were powerful magic so that as long as her hair bound his hammer, no rust would ever blemish its surface. finally, gd returned to Stu and showed him the hammer, and Stu saw that it was a fine hammer but incomplete. Stu dealt guard dog a terrible blow that crushed the hero's arm and broke his ribs, but Stu ripped off his own arm, and plucked forth three of his ribs and gave them to Meat, and he bathed the hammer in his blood. "now you have humility. go forth and do good work." and Stu died. after all his fantastic adventures, guard dog arrived home and got started on his fence. he grabbed a post and saw that the post was good. he placed the post in a shallow hole and struck a mighty blow, intent on driving the fence post deep into the virgin soil. the post sank a fragment of a fraction of an inch. guard dog, undeterred, struck the post once again, and this time the post bounced but sunk no further. guard dog stepped back and gathered himself and all his strength. he collected the gratitude of the smurfs, the love of his princess fair, and the friendship of his dead bear companion and put it all into his final swing. ... the post laughed. well, laugh might be too strong a word. snickered? a dismissive titter? guard dog let out a terrible sigh and said, "$%@# this." our intrepid hero took his hammer to the shed and placed it in an old steel trash can in the corner. guard dog then grabbed his post hole digger and finally got started building his fence. HA! Good Fun! Ah but there is a last verse to this epic poem After setting the posts our hero stretched the field wire fence and began to hammer in the staples (the awful U shaped double pointed nails that every carpenter, even Jesus hates). After watching the 10th one go spinning off into the woods because he just couldn't hit it square Guard Dog returned to the shed for the magic hammer. To his joy he discovered that every swing of the hammer was true, struck the staple square and drove it into the post with just a single hit. With a grateful prayer to the Spirit of Stu, the smurfs of the village and the beautiful Indian Princess GD finished his work in half the time and spent the afternoon fishing! Well, the last part is completely true! Edit - Fixed! Sorry Papa Smurf!

I went for the deluxe. What the heck.

I buy so few games these days. The last one I bought was Skyrim. I preordered Out of the Park Baseball 15, which comes out next week, PoE just because I think the Obsidian guys were way overdue for an original IP, and this because it is supposed to have a tool set similar to what NWN1 & 2 used. Unless Elder Scrolls 6 or Fallout 4 comes out this year that's probably all my game buying for a while to come. This (complex) toolset was not confirmed. There is some toolset mentioned but with almost no details. We know less about it than we know about how much they adapted D&D 5e mechanics and we know very little about that as well. Your preorder at this point is only blind faith and no different than people preordering Watchdogs, Destiny and other games based on PR promises. Oh it's a gamble. No argument there.

Spent the whole day building a fence. Didn't finish but I did get 41 more posts set, and did finish about 70'. At least the weather is nice.

I buy so few games these days. The last one I bought was Skyrim. I preordered Out of the Park Baseball 15, which comes out next week, PoE just because I think the Obsidian guys were way overdue for an original IP, and this because it is supposed to have a tool set similar to what NWN1 & 2 used. Unless Elder Scrolls 6 or Fallout 4 comes out this year that's probably all my game buying for a while to come.

The one proven way to lose weight, that any one can do and has ALWAYS worked for everyone: Don't eat so much! The single most effective exercise is the push-away. As in push the chair away from the table!

In my case, yes it will:

Actually if I could tell them anything I'd say use 2nd ed. rules, setting & Monster Manual and include Greyhawk & Planescape settings. I'd pay double for that. Triple.

After the incident with the Cold Creek Mystery Monster (which still hasn't been explained to my satisfaction) I figured a good fence will at least keep the coyotes off the porch, and keep the dogs out of trouble.

That's how I do it. Only I'm setting them in concrete. This fence isn't going anywhere.

I smoking a turkey tomorrow. I made a brine wash for it tonight. It's in a bag in the fridge.

Professional athletes don't have to be saints. Heck they don't even have to be role models. But is it too much to ask that they don't kill people, rape people, torture animals, bank roll drug dealers, etc? Of course most are decent folks who are probably just as pissed as the rest of us when the 10% are allowed to get away with it.

I think Winston has had people protecting him from the consequences of his actions. And that is about to stop. I sincerely hope he wises up. Just ask Aaron Hernandez.

I could have used you at my place today. I'm upgrading the fence around my property to a 5' 3-rail with field wire. I spent the day dragging bundles of 5 creosote coated 8' fence posts through the woods. I guarantee your calves would be burning just as bad as after that weight session.

That is a nice benefit!

The Bucs are going to take Jamies Winston first over all. He scares the heck out of me. There is no doubting his skill or his football intellect. And there is no doubt he is the kind of kid who the combiation of millions of dollars and six months of unsupervised free time can get into a LOT of trouble. I'm afraid he's going to be either Ryan Leaf II or Jamarcus Russell II. Either would be a disaster. And if Mariota goes on to become Peyton Manning II I'll have to give up football. This 1st overall pick is making me a nervous wreck! I almost wish they were picking 2nd!

What the hell. Count me in. I just pre-ordered. Here's hoping it won't suck.

I received a call and an e-mail last night extending an offer on the job in Nashville. It wasn't enough by far to be worth moving. I countered by inquiring about the flexibility to work from Memphis. I suggested (without saying it) that I'd be willing to take less $ to do so. Considering the kind of work I'd be surprised if they agreed but I was going to turn them down anyway so we'll see what happens.

The vets "gut feeling" was a benign tumor on his thyroid, the fix for which is literally one zap from a laser ($1500+) or medication for the rest of his life ($ unknown), but we'll get the test results today or tomorrow. And I was wildly off on his age. Apparently he is 15, so I don't know what I was thinking there. Im also wrestling with the cost vs benefit analysis. Vet says cats can live to 20 but the more realistic average is 16-18. Soooo, as I was staring into my wifes tear swollen eyes, I folded like a beach chair and told her we could get the laser treatment if that's whats wrong with the cat. I'd have done the same.

Scotch Enoch. Lawyers drink scotch. You don't want to get in trouble do you?

Lady GD is at work and I just got home from a 4 hour drive. As hungry as I am the only thing I have energy enough to make is a microwave hotdog with a lowball glass of bourbon to wash the taste away. Maybe 3 glasses.

Win of US elections by Obama is a best operation of KGB/FSB forever. I KNEW it!

The Griz had a HUGE win on the road in Houston last night.