This whole blogging thing is just dragging me down. Time to follow my true passion for mountain lions and parachuting and huntin' and a fishin'. Boy howdy that is a good livin'.
My best friend's dad had that job. He was the most hated man in town because his main duties were to fine people for hunting out of season and taking home too many fish.
I remember watching TV in my friend's rec room when the back door opens and his dad comes in dragging a dead wolf behind him (I swear to God this is true). Have you ever tried to calmly keep watching Rocket Robin Hood when there is a dead wolf lying in the linoleum floor?
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
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My best friend's dad had that job. He was the most hated man in town because his main duties were to fine people for hunting out of season and taking home too many fish.
I remember watching TV in my friend's rec room when the back door opens and his dad comes in dragging a dead wolf behind him (I swear to God this is true). Have you ever tried to calmly keep watching Rocket Robin Hood when there is a dead wolf lying in the linoleum floor?
Strangely I have tried to watch RRH while a dead wolf messes up the floor. Only it was a faux stone finish and not linoleum.
These posts are bringing out some of your best stories today my friend.
Less formal education and parachuting go hand in hand.
Oh you and all your fancy booklearnin' Dr Goat. This is why me and Cletis has to go into the woods. To be away from your judgements.
So that was you out there, eh?
Watch out for the mountain lions, they spit.
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