Tribute to Mac

Who is Mac.? I hardly know myself. I know OF her. I know of some of her childhood adventures. I know what country she currently resides in. I know she has a boyfriend named Brian.

And after I met this young woman over Xmas break, I know that people are drawn to her. People yearn to hear her stories and bask in her wisdom. We worship her.

Does she sound too good to be true? Do you dare doubt me? Well, if you do, I can't blame you. I would be skeptical also. So, I offer you hard bloggeriffic evidence. Photos.

Some of the usual suspects (though nobody would describe us as "usual") gathered at pub in P-town:

Mac is on the left here. At first you might think, "Doesn't seem like anything special,...". You couldn't be more wrong. Read on.

As she warms up her sharp conversational skills, people get sucked in. Jammers can be seen here in the background getting so excited to hear her story, that he flashes some sort of erotic symbol at the camera in an unadulterated display of his lust.

Maggie and Oreinta perform the ubiquitous "raise the roof" to show their support of Mac.

Some of the more devout fans, such as Maggie, break down, run past the security guards, and throw themselves at the diva.

Why are all the people sitting on one side of the table? Because Mac is on the other side telling a fantastic story, and they want to look her right in the eyes as she does so.

Somebody has a sixth sense for the camera! Put her on a runway I say. Jammers can be seen trying to steal some of her aura with some sort of crude, non-palpable form of the Vulcan mind meld.

Xmas Party 2006

The annual company Xmas party party has come and gone. It was hard to top last year's hot tub party debauchery. So hard in fact, that we didn't even try this year. Instead it was a pretty low key evening, with a good meal at the party, and bar hopping afterwards.

Isn't Maggie's hair beautiful! Like a flowing horse's mane. She made me get a new shirt for the party, and made me put gel in my hair.


Stadtman was caught here waiting for a slough of chicks to come join him at his table. They never came.



B-pizzle and Mike-the-drunk can't even try to pretend to have a good time. In their defense, the entertainment at the "actual" company party left a bit to be desired, so we made our way to the local tavern as soon as the meal was over.
Mike-the-drunk and his lovely wife in a much more festive mood after we reach the pub.
Here's a little game for you to play. Complete the following sentence:

The guys in the picture above,

A. Are computer geeks.

B. Are great bowlers.

C. Are a couple.

Please post a comment on this post with your answer, and a brief explanation of how you came to your decision. What fun!

That game was so great! Let's have another quiz:

Which of the following is true of concerning the picture above?

A. A cell phone will still work after dropping it in beer, as long as you rinse it in water immediately.

B. The guy is throwing his cell in the water because his girlfriend just dumped him over the phone.
C. The guy holding the cell doesn't own it. He is just trying to bluff a friend into buying him a beer.

Maggie and I enjoy the evening out with friends. Look at her pretty fingernail polish!

Storm of the Century

Ok, it wasn't really the biggest or strongest storm I've ever seen, but it did pack a power-line snapping punch. Check out the damage it did to my property:

The winds snapped one of my hawthorn trees in two. The fallen portion missed the house and the fence, but the raspberries took a hit.

This 8 foot section of fence blew right over. I was astounded to find how poorly it was constructed when I inspected it in detail the morning after the storm. Even I could have done a better job. Stadt and I did the emergency prop-up job shown above during the actual storm. You can also see the various wood debris scattered across the ground. This debris had previously been "arranged" in a "non-trashy" manner against the side of my house. Maybe this was mother natures way of telling me to clean things up a bit.

Who are these dim figures? You guessed it. Stadtman and I, armed with headlamps, beer, snacks, and an old fashioned lantern, play a couple games of cribbage during the 3 hour power outage.

The morning after, my dad made a sneak appearance while I was at work. After an hour of work with some sawing tools, he had the tree down and cut up. When I got home, I threw the pieces over my back fence, as is my custom. (Don't worry, nobody lives back there,...)


All in all, I got pretty lucky. Damage was done, but none to the house or the new roof. Knock on wood.