Mog

the real question would have been, "when's the funereal?"

Looks like there's one in the upper left hand window? 'course there's always the back of the truck...

rockhound aka geologist. started out tracking down contamination, drilling wells and sampling anything and everything that could be sampled. currently transitioning to regulatory compliance aka keeping the colonel out of jail. currently working a DoD contract in the desert southwest. but first: soil and concrete technician in construction biz built decks and patios while in school sold rugby equipment while between schools

chicken in garlic pepper sauce yum!

I've lost count of the day trips I've made to Phoenix. Get up earlier than my usual 0500, drive to Phoenix. Meet with state employed morons that don't understand the laws their supposed to be enforcing. Using said misunderstanding as a club lever to force whatever personal agenda they are trying to advance. Or, the more usual, having to explain that what their rules actually say isn't the same as what they seem to think they say. Seems like every trip we have to bring in the next higher level of management so that they can explain to their employees what the rules say. Then, drive home. The best part is driving to Phoenix staring into the rising sun and driving home from Phoenix staring into the setting sun. Pure heaven. I feel your pain!

1 cell phone I booted Qwest about 2 years ago now. They talked me into a long distance plan for 5 cents/minute and, or so they said, no service charge, ever. I asked about charges several times and the response every time was no fee, ever. 6 months go by, and boom, 3 dollar fee for long distance. Called 'em up, asked what the fee was, they said your long distance service. I said right, I was told no fee, ever. They replied, you must have been misinformed. I replied, right, cancel the service. They did. Next month, 10 dollar fee. I called, they replied, that's the disconnect fee for the removing the long distance service. I said, right, cancel my phone, voice and fax line, we're done. Haven't missed having a land line for one second.

My sister's ex had one that I drove a bit around town and on some short road trips. At the time I owned a 1980 ford bronco (full size). My opinion was that my bronco rode smoother and handled better than the rover. didn't have any problems when I was driving it, but I know they didn't enjoy the rover's frequent visits to the shop. I drove Pathfinders for a while when I was doing some work for the navy in puerto rico, both on- and off-road. we bottomed the pathfinder often and it's turning radius was terrible. also, the angled glass in the rear tailgate really cut into the cargo space to the point where to get all our gear in, we'd have to lower the rear seats, just because of that fairly slight angle to rear window. on road driving it was nice and comfortable, but the cargo and off road issues made me mark it off my "i might buy one of these" list. we had much better luck with 4runners and monteros.

I'm not sure which was funnier, the skit or the suit. Thank god polyester went out of style, and thankfully I went into geology so I don't have to wear 'em anyway.

You can tell, they wear rubber boots and Velcro mitts. Cowboys in Montana are directly responsible for the current shortage of Levi's 501 Button-Fly jeans since that learned that the sound of a zipper will stampede a herd of sheep. I heard that as: Why do Scotsmen wear kilts? Cuz' a sheep can hear a zipper a mile away!

It's not as bad as Dr. Tom, the Coroner.

I recommend hollow points for zombies, ball tends to punch through their rotting decaying flesh without doing enough damage to take them out of the fight. Save the ball for the alien invasion, it messes with their shields big time!

Camped there about 10 years ago. I really enjoyed hiking into and camping in Norris Geyser Basin. The early morning mists, it's almost like being on an another planet. The Great Falls are must in my opinion.

My Dad told me these, but I found later that he was quoting someone else that I can't remember: 1.) No matter how much they tell you, they're not telling you everything. 2.) No matter what they are talking about, they're talking about money. Mog

This one is odd, because I remember when it happened back in 96 or 97. I grew up not far from the park and the office I worked in at the time was only 3 or 4 miles away. We used to go there for lunch and toss a frisbee around when the weather was cooperative.

Where I work there's a section of the installation that is used to test "things" that detect and deal with IEDs. For months while the site was being developed we weren't even supposed to mention it by name. Then, one Sunday morning, it's the front page story of the local newspaper. Three days later it was the lead story on NBC nightly news. Still, it's pretty dam cool to see us on the discovery channel, usually the future weapons show.

Thanks! Fun game. Mog

thanks for the reminder, otherwise I'd have remembered to watch it tomorrow!

Ray Stantz in the library?

2. Ghostbusters, venkman to egon i think 5. Dune, Gurney Halleck to Paul Atreides in the work out room 10. Finding Forrestor, Forrestor to the kid who's name I can't remember.... Mog

My second monthly match way back in July! Shot the first stage, unloaded the mags that I'd used/dropped during that stage and reloaded them, then replaced them in my belt. Next stage, shoot 3 IPSC targets 2 each, mandatory reload, shoot three more. No sweat, draw, fire, drop mag, pull mag, look at mag as it's moving towards the gun (single stack no mag well), realize the mag is light, look closer, the mag is empty, drop the mag, pull the second one, finish the stage. Been thinking about that since, but can't figure out how I managed to reload all the other mags except that on. Now I'm pretty anal about checking every mag in my belt while I'm "in the hole". Then I check 'em again while on deck.

I'm interested, however, the dates would have to work out with the work schedule. Not to mention, any reason to get out of Yuma is a good one.

One club match I shot last month hung a weight from one of the arms of the star. You had to shoot an popper before engaging the star. The falling popper pulled the block supporting the weighted arm of the star, so that by the time you engaged the star it was spinning.

you could always offer the syringe as an accessory, like your super cheap brush.

My first magic moment, I refer to as when I discovered just how fast the mind can work, was when I was about 16. Was out skiing with the buds back in Pennsylvania and we were starting to work on the "expert" runs. The run I was on went straight down, or seemed to to my novice eye, but had an out for cowards and novices like me ( for most of us it was the 1st, 2nd, or 3rd time skiing). About a third of the way down the slop you could leave the steep trail and merge onto a more gently descending trail that stayed in the trees rather than paralleling the lift poles. To keep skiiers on both trails from blindsiding one another, there was a rather substantial fence that ran for 60 or 80 feet along the merger. I was on the steep trail doing my best to carve a turn so that I could cross the main trail, hit the merge "lane", and pass the end of the fence without having to stop. I'd already tried a few times before and was steadily improving each time, but this time there was a new factor. Ice. With all the skiers, the snow that had been on the slope was now mainly on the sides, exposing the ice underneath. So, there I am, edges in, carving what had to be an impressive rooster tail when it happened. Time slowed down and I had a conversation with myself, or the logic half of my brain started talking to the artistic side of my brain. The conversation went something like: Logic: You're making a sixty foot turn. Artist: Yeah. Logic: You're only 30 feet from the fence. Artist: Yeah. This is gonna hurt. Logic: We can hit the fence or try to slide under it. Artist: Not enough room, we try to go under it, we're really gonna get hurt. Logic: Right, aim halfway between the posts, the 2x10s will be the most flexible there. (the poles were roughly telephone pole like diameters) Artist: Agreed. Relax before you hit it. I turned the tips, aimed, called my shot, told myself to relax, and .... My next conscious memory was trying to pick myself up out of the snow and then wondering where my ski poles were. These were the "new" poles without leashes, you just stuck your hand through the handle. Looking around, I finally saw them, about 12 feet from where I laying/sprawled. Best I can figure is that I did relax. I relaxed so much, the poles dropped off my hands when I hit. Or caromed. Some guy was laughing, "I shouldn't be laughing 'cuz I just wiped out myself, but that was the funniest thing I've ever seen." A few folks were more concerned, asking if I was okay and retrieving my poles for me. I knew I was fine and was quite simply, eager to disappear into the anonymity of the crowd. I'll never forget that conversation though because if time hadn't slowed down I doubt I'd have made it past, "You're making a sixty..." Mog

My favorite sugar packet philosophy (philosophi? singular?): Success: It is far better to have tried something and failed, than to have attempted nothing, and succeeded. Second: Meetings: A meeting is something you have when you want to assure nothing gets done.