Flipin’ Friday
March 2, 2012
So…I did something pretty cool today. I actually became one step closer in my goal of trying to put a marble in every country around the world.
BOOOOYAH!
Freakin’ Sweden shall possess one of my marbles! The land of ice/Ikea/friendly people/LARPers/and a king that will likely get some strange mail very shortly.
How did this marble end up over there? I sort of met a Swede here on the internets. For some reason they thought it would be a good idea to support my cause (Which really isn’t a cause at all).
So…I guess the marble list has crossed off Canada, the United States, and Sweden. That’s 193 more to go.
Things are looking good.
I can’t help but notice that you’re contemplating something…
It … it… it seems that you’re wondering about this odd goal. If you’re kind of new to this blog you may not have heard this before. Well…I have a goal to put a marble on every continent on the planet…Lofty goal, I know, but I might as well try.
Nothing special about the marble. It’s just a marble. Made from cheap glass. I think it cost me a dollar for 100 of them. But the idea of putting something so tiny and worthless in places that could make them kind of important is a really cool thought to me.
And that’s really all there is to that.
It…seems….that you also want to participate… Interesting… I will have to help you do that.
If you live in a strange and far away land (other than one of those listed above) and would like to receive a very not-special marble from a very not-special person…then do I have a deal for you!
Then send me a very non-creepy email…and we’ll talk about it. If you don’t freak me out way too much…Maybe we can give you a marble. What’s my email? Oh, well… you should click the ‘about me’ section of this blog and find out.
D.A.
P.S. – I’ve actually posted on here for 5 days straight…Will he meet his goal by sticking with it through the weekend? Stay tuned to find out.
At the Risk of Defaming My Own Character…
July 6, 2011
I will be giving you a very short post tonight.
This is because I am going to be playing Diablo II online until the wee hours in the morning. And I mean wee.
It will be short, and full of blood. Sort of…
Recently I’ve noticed that I have this weird complex when it comes to killing bugs.
I don’t kill mammals. I don’t kill fungi (because I hate mushrooms). I don’t kill reptiles. I don’t kill humans.* But I kill lots of bugs.
Spiders, palmetto bugs, beetles, scorpions, moths, mosquitoes, cockroaches, and centipedes seem to make up 20% of the biomass in my rural home. That’s counting me, my family, and pets as biomass.
Why do I kill them?
Because one time I woke up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain. (By the way, I spelled excruciating correctly the first time I wrote it right there). I woke up with my ear drum rapidly expanding and flittering. It was disorienting and painful. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. After I tried to make sure that I wasn’t losing my balance (even though I was laying in bed) I got up and then practically crawled to my father’s room.
I pleaded with him to look in my ear. He tried looking in there with a light. Every fifteen seconds another flutter of pain and severe vertigo would take grasp me. I was begging for relief.
If a doctor would have been on hand right there, I would have been crazy enough to tell him to cut out the right side of my head. If there is something in there, you may use a drill, take it out.
It never got that serious, but it could have…
After a very awkward late night ear draining experience, a moth fell out of my ear.
A MOTH!
Now every time I see a similar moth, I kill it with swift vengeance.
When I see one, I stop what I’m doing and break out into hunt mode.
My eyes slit. Time moves slower. My breathing becomes silent. My footsteps are swift and certain. Eyesight and hearing become sharper than ever. Thoughts allow me to become a MacGyver in terms of weapons.
Did you know that a Swifter style mop is one of the most effective killing machines of our generation?
Well now you do…
Now, you entomology expert you, I bet you’re wondering why I kill all the bugs, even when there are good bugs that would do the killing for me.
I’ll tell you why.
Because every bug/insect/arachnid wants my blood. I’ve killed too many of their own for them to allow me to live. If I were one of them, I would make life long plans of retribution. I would tell my children of the menace to our existence and his crimes against our freedom. I would be seen as a giant devil in their eyes. Stories are told through the generations of a giant white demon with a flip-flop in his hand.
I’m certain, that if I had a powerful enough microscope, I could find a very tiny wanted poster asking for my head. (
I kill them because I want to wake up in the morning.
Now I will venture off into the interwebs,
D.A.
*Isn’t this a scary place to see an asterisk?