Have you watched "The Boondocks" yet, as I instructed you? No? Well, you're only cheating yourself. The episode from this past weekend was particularly funny. Don't miss another episode.
On the other hand, I also watched a bit of Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo Bo Bo-bo. Thought I'd give it a chance. What a mistake that was. In this ep, Bo Bo or whatever the hell he calls himself beat up a guy who had ice cream for a head. Yeah, you read that correctly. I threw up in my mouth a little bit as I watched. It was that bad. Whoever created this show must've sold their soul to the devil to get that show on Cartoon Network. I don't know how else it happened. Hopefully I never have to meet the writers or artists for the show; I don't see how such an encounter wouldn't end in fisticuffs.
The Thanksgiving break has come and gone. Mine was good. I went home to my folks' house on Wednesday after work. After some of Mom's tasty spaghetti, I went to the bar downtown with Kirsten and Tom. I met up with Mike there, too. It was a pretty good time. I saw some people I hadn't really been in touch with since high school, and the drinks were cheaper than what I'm used to, too. The following day, we had Dad's side of the family over for the Thanksgiving feast. Man, that was good stuff. There isn't a bad cook in my family (at least, not in the previous generation). My uncle Mike brought some of his home brew. I wish I had snagged a few bottles to bring back here. I had a really good time. Everyone stuck around until late in the evening, so we had a lot of good conversation. My family likes to debate. Those wondering why I tend to raise my voice when I'm talking about various issues need only observe our family gatherings. It might sometimes appear that we're fighting, but we're not. It's just that traditionally, for us, the more correct your stance is, the louder you become. :)
Tom and Ross were both showing off their new iPod nanos. Those things are badass. I'd download a hellacious (or is that spelled "hellatious"? Maybe I just should've said "hellafide") amount of music with one. Uncle Mike had a new iPod with video, which was also sweet.
Early Friday morning, I went out hunting with Dad, my uncle Todd, Tom, Ross, Mike, Mike's brother, and one of his brother's friends. It was pretty cold with a bitter wind chill. Even so, we did quite well. I shot two pheasants, which is a day's limit. I think Dad may also have shot my first one at the same time. Todd mentioned that he thought he may have seen a couger in the distance at one point. They've been popping up a lot in Nebraska, as of late.
The second bird I shot was still alive when I got to it, so I had to break its neck. Naturally, I'd prefer that the birds would die right away when I shoot them, but that's not always possible. Often times, the dog will quickly finish them off upon retrieval; otherwise, it's important to kill the birds as quickly as you can to minimize their suffering. It's an interesting feeling, to say the least, when you end a life with your bare hands. Some people take pleasure in this. I surely don't; rather, I see it as one of grim responsibilities you take upon yourself when you choose to shoot an animal.
I know there may be folks out there who think this all sounds inhumane. You're entitled to that opinion. Personally, I think the hunt carries an inherant nobility, so long as one is respectful of the prey (especially predatory big game, which should be regarded as worthy adversaries) and the land. By my reckoning, this includes eating (and sharing) what you kill, preventing the spread of pests or animals that pose a threat to person or property, obtaining permission before hunting private property, and sparing endangered species. If you hold yourself to such standards, then you're bringing an end to your prey that is as natural as the jaws of another predator, sickness, old age, or harsh environment.
But I digress. Just wanted to make sure I didn't sound like a red-eyed, tooth-gnashing beast.
The rest of the long weekend was good, too. We decorated the tree at Mom and Dad's, and on my way back to my place, I listened to Christmas music. So, naturally, I'm really feeling the holiday spirit. I know this can be a stressful and demanding time of year for many people. But I hope y'all will take a moment here and there to slow down and appreciate some of the little things about the season, such as the music, the food (such as peppermint stick ice cream), and opportunities for fellowship with family, friends, and colleagues. If you find yourself in a time of plenty, maybe you'll take advantage of opportunities to help the less fortunate. You never know; it could be that the miracle someone out there has long been praying for will turn out to be you.
On Friday, Nebraska played Colorado at Boulder. Most Husker fans would tell you that they weren't optimistic going into that game. Boulder is traditionally a nasty place for the Huskers, and CU was favoured to win by at least two touchdowns. Before the game even started, the CU players were taunting and hurling insults at our guys from midfield. That was the wrong thing to do, I guess, because we destroyed them 30-3. Their humiliation was so complete that their fans experienced a meltdown and pelted the field with so much trash late in the game that two segments of the student sections had to be cleared out.
Finally, the Huskers and Bill Callahan gave us the sign we needed that things may well be back on track. It was the most satisfying game I've watched since we beat Oklahoma back in 2001.
Here are some good songs to listen to. My LAUNCH station played them earlier tonight. You should download them right now:
"Bodicea" by the Celtic Mystery Ensemble (Celtic Instrumental)
"L.A. Woman" by The Doors (Classic Rock)
"Nanaki" by Laika & The Cosmonauts (Instrumental Surf Rock)
"Escape (Electro Mix)" by ATB (Trance)
"Untitled" by Simple Plan (Modern Rock. This is the song with the video on MTV where a drunk guy gets in a wreck and hurts/kills a young lady.)
Mike hooked me up with some final pics from the football season. These were taken at the Nebraska-Kansas State game.
This is Ross, me, Tom, and Kirsten, finally together in a picture. For some reason, Mike thought we should stand with the beer-butt chickens we had cooking. So we did.
Here's the group pic from that game. I won't name everyone, but you'll find all the usual suspects. I don't know what Ross is pointing at. Probably nothing. He does that, sometimes.
You know, I'd be remiss if I didn't include a holiday-oriented pic.
So here's a comely young lass in a festive Mrs. Claus outfit. I'm hoping this look catches on during the season. If you just said "That's hot," you'd be right.
But I'm thinking of you ladies out there, too...
And therefore, I give you this pic of Terry Bradshaw. Because if history has taught us anything, it's that women love the Bradshaw.
However, and I don't mean to brag, I think I know a bit more about women than that. There is one guy that women love more than Terry Bradshaw.
And that's PGA colour commentator Gary McCord. Dig that handlebar 'stache!
No need to thank me, gals, but you're welcome nevertheless. ;)
On the other hand, I also watched a bit of Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo Bo Bo-bo. Thought I'd give it a chance. What a mistake that was. In this ep, Bo Bo or whatever the hell he calls himself beat up a guy who had ice cream for a head. Yeah, you read that correctly. I threw up in my mouth a little bit as I watched. It was that bad. Whoever created this show must've sold their soul to the devil to get that show on Cartoon Network. I don't know how else it happened. Hopefully I never have to meet the writers or artists for the show; I don't see how such an encounter wouldn't end in fisticuffs.
The Thanksgiving break has come and gone. Mine was good. I went home to my folks' house on Wednesday after work. After some of Mom's tasty spaghetti, I went to the bar downtown with Kirsten and Tom. I met up with Mike there, too. It was a pretty good time. I saw some people I hadn't really been in touch with since high school, and the drinks were cheaper than what I'm used to, too. The following day, we had Dad's side of the family over for the Thanksgiving feast. Man, that was good stuff. There isn't a bad cook in my family (at least, not in the previous generation). My uncle Mike brought some of his home brew. I wish I had snagged a few bottles to bring back here. I had a really good time. Everyone stuck around until late in the evening, so we had a lot of good conversation. My family likes to debate. Those wondering why I tend to raise my voice when I'm talking about various issues need only observe our family gatherings. It might sometimes appear that we're fighting, but we're not. It's just that traditionally, for us, the more correct your stance is, the louder you become. :)
Tom and Ross were both showing off their new iPod nanos. Those things are badass. I'd download a hellacious (or is that spelled "hellatious"? Maybe I just should've said "hellafide") amount of music with one. Uncle Mike had a new iPod with video, which was also sweet.
Early Friday morning, I went out hunting with Dad, my uncle Todd, Tom, Ross, Mike, Mike's brother, and one of his brother's friends. It was pretty cold with a bitter wind chill. Even so, we did quite well. I shot two pheasants, which is a day's limit. I think Dad may also have shot my first one at the same time. Todd mentioned that he thought he may have seen a couger in the distance at one point. They've been popping up a lot in Nebraska, as of late.
The second bird I shot was still alive when I got to it, so I had to break its neck. Naturally, I'd prefer that the birds would die right away when I shoot them, but that's not always possible. Often times, the dog will quickly finish them off upon retrieval; otherwise, it's important to kill the birds as quickly as you can to minimize their suffering. It's an interesting feeling, to say the least, when you end a life with your bare hands. Some people take pleasure in this. I surely don't; rather, I see it as one of grim responsibilities you take upon yourself when you choose to shoot an animal.
I know there may be folks out there who think this all sounds inhumane. You're entitled to that opinion. Personally, I think the hunt carries an inherant nobility, so long as one is respectful of the prey (especially predatory big game, which should be regarded as worthy adversaries) and the land. By my reckoning, this includes eating (and sharing) what you kill, preventing the spread of pests or animals that pose a threat to person or property, obtaining permission before hunting private property, and sparing endangered species. If you hold yourself to such standards, then you're bringing an end to your prey that is as natural as the jaws of another predator, sickness, old age, or harsh environment.
But I digress. Just wanted to make sure I didn't sound like a red-eyed, tooth-gnashing beast.
The rest of the long weekend was good, too. We decorated the tree at Mom and Dad's, and on my way back to my place, I listened to Christmas music. So, naturally, I'm really feeling the holiday spirit. I know this can be a stressful and demanding time of year for many people. But I hope y'all will take a moment here and there to slow down and appreciate some of the little things about the season, such as the music, the food (such as peppermint stick ice cream), and opportunities for fellowship with family, friends, and colleagues. If you find yourself in a time of plenty, maybe you'll take advantage of opportunities to help the less fortunate. You never know; it could be that the miracle someone out there has long been praying for will turn out to be you.
On Friday, Nebraska played Colorado at Boulder. Most Husker fans would tell you that they weren't optimistic going into that game. Boulder is traditionally a nasty place for the Huskers, and CU was favoured to win by at least two touchdowns. Before the game even started, the CU players were taunting and hurling insults at our guys from midfield. That was the wrong thing to do, I guess, because we destroyed them 30-3. Their humiliation was so complete that their fans experienced a meltdown and pelted the field with so much trash late in the game that two segments of the student sections had to be cleared out.
Finally, the Huskers and Bill Callahan gave us the sign we needed that things may well be back on track. It was the most satisfying game I've watched since we beat Oklahoma back in 2001.
Here are some good songs to listen to. My LAUNCH station played them earlier tonight. You should download them right now:
"Bodicea" by the Celtic Mystery Ensemble (Celtic Instrumental)
"L.A. Woman" by The Doors (Classic Rock)
"Nanaki" by Laika & The Cosmonauts (Instrumental Surf Rock)
"Escape (Electro Mix)" by ATB (Trance)
"Untitled" by Simple Plan (Modern Rock. This is the song with the video on MTV where a drunk guy gets in a wreck and hurts/kills a young lady.)
Mike hooked me up with some final pics from the football season. These were taken at the Nebraska-Kansas State game.
This is Ross, me, Tom, and Kirsten, finally together in a picture. For some reason, Mike thought we should stand with the beer-butt chickens we had cooking. So we did.
Here's the group pic from that game. I won't name everyone, but you'll find all the usual suspects. I don't know what Ross is pointing at. Probably nothing. He does that, sometimes.
You know, I'd be remiss if I didn't include a holiday-oriented pic.
So here's a comely young lass in a festive Mrs. Claus outfit. I'm hoping this look catches on during the season. If you just said "That's hot," you'd be right.
But I'm thinking of you ladies out there, too...
And therefore, I give you this pic of Terry Bradshaw. Because if history has taught us anything, it's that women love the Bradshaw.
However, and I don't mean to brag, I think I know a bit more about women than that. There is one guy that women love more than Terry Bradshaw.
And that's PGA colour commentator Gary McCord. Dig that handlebar 'stache!
No need to thank me, gals, but you're welcome nevertheless. ;)
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