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Ed: Any zombies out there?

Shaun: Don't say that!

Ed: What?

Shaun: That!

Ed: What?

Shaun: The zed-word. Don't say it!

Ed: Why not?

Shaun: Because it's ridiculous!

Beat Down And Busted

I know, I know, I've been rather slack about the posting lately. Work has been, to put it mildly, work. I feel as though I'm running behind all the time. Mostly because I'm running behind all the time.

My personal life is much the same as it has been. Eat, drink, breathe...

There are a few things happening that have me kind of excited, but I'll wait until they come to fruition before I say anything. I'd rather be a good historian than a poor prophet.

I suppose the only real news is that I have a busted lip for the first time in ages. Jack the uberhunde is a bolt of lightning disguised in a blue fur coat. We play and run and wrestle like mad dogs.

The other day he managed to hit me in the corner of my mouth with the top of his head, and I came away bloodied. Tough little bastard. The worst part is now that the goatee is gone I have to shave that part of my face every day. At least once every two days I catch the scar with the razor and make it worse. One of these days I'm going to look like a Dick Tracey or Batman villian.

I told you he was trying to kill me.

Sunday Ink #8

Man alive... This girl was so smokin' hot I was nervous just talking to her... And I talk to people for a living. We'll call her "C". She was on the hike and bike trail at Town Lake and she stopped to do some stretches.
I guarantee I wasn't the only one looking, but I may have been the only one looking for ink... After appreciating everything else there was to see, of course.
For the uneducated (as I was, being from the east coast) that's the New Mexico state flag... Long may she wave. Whew...

UPDATE:

OK, after recieving a couple of emails, I will concede this one wasn't about the tattoo... Next week we'll be back on track. Although, if you don't appreciate, you are gay or jealous or both.

Oink... Beat you to it JRB.

Patriot Act

I'm going to show a little linky love here, dear readers. I just recently became aquainted with Patriot Writer. She seems to be as sharp as she is attractive, and that's saying something. Stop by and give her a look see. It's worth the price of admission. She has a regular link in the right hand column now too.

Hmmm... I wonder if she has any ink...

Got No Game

I hadn't realized that ECU had two off weeks this season. Well, they do. Coming off a win last week I hope they don't get lazy.

Moonshine, a 100 word story

The full moon is sitting low in the sky when I feel the change come over me. It always happens this way, and it’s always painful as Hell.
The muscles start to shift, and the bones mutate. I can feel my teeth change with my tongue even as it too changes.
I can feel strange urges stirring in my brain. I know from experience that I’ll not remember this while in my other form, but during the transition I can see both sides of the coin.
The most terrible part… I have to spend the next month as a human.

Sunday Ink #7

As Jack and I were leaving Shakespeare's Pub I spotted "L".

She told me that there are at least two more of these out there... Her sisters.

It's just a simple Triquetra. A celtic knot with a miriad of meanings. My personal favorite is that of "mind, body and soul" and this girl has all three in spades. In fact, the reason I took the picture up so close is that I didn't want to share... I'm keeping her for myself.

It's not often that a girl can just stop me in my tracks, but this one did. The artwork may be simple, but the canvas... Ah, the canvas.

Tiger By The Tail

Game Day, Longhorn Fans!

Today, right here in Austin

Our very own #1 Texas Longhorns

Meet up with the Missouri Tigers!

...................................................

You didn't really believe that...

Did you?

Just because of a few losses

I'm not going to change colors

Hell I've seen WAY worse seasons than this

Game Day, Pirate Fans!

Our very own East Carolina Pirates

Face off with the Memphis Tigers

Today at 12pm eastern

At Dowdy-Ficklin Stadium

In beautiful downtown Greenville

Where it will be a...

First Down...

PIRATES!

10-7 Memphis at the half

Sigh.

It's about damn time.

30-10 Pirates

Paint this conference game PURPLE!

The Devil You Say

I like Halloween. I always have. One year Ma made me a Bigfoot costume out of some furry material. OK, it was supposed to be a gorilla, (The mask was a gorilla) but she made these big feet with toes and everything that fit over my shoes.

One year I was Darth Vader and she made a black cloak to go over my Vader mask and a black shirt and top.

I stopped dressing up while in high school, because it just wasn't "cool", but I've been a lot of things over the years, and always made my own costume.

I spent many a year as a pirate long before Johnny Depp did, and was Prince Charming at least once.

I went to a party with a girl up in DC one year. I hadn't brought a costume, but I was wearing a black button down shirt and jeans. I folded a piece of paper and put it in my collar... Voila! Instant priest. I then drank, danced, smoked cigarettes and kissed at least two girls besides the one I was with.

I've been a demon quite a few times as well, red faced and evil in my black leather biker jacket and horns sprouting from my forehead.

I dressed as Amish from Braveheart one year, complete with shaggy blond wig, half blue face, home made kilt and the prerequisite nothing underneath. I lived in a neighborhood full of college girls and I went trick or treating with an empty 6pack carton. I'd drink the beer as I went along so the carton never got full. I also showed many a young lady my bare fuzzy arse that year.

Two years ago I was the big bad wolf. I made that mask just so I could be with a girl... Imagine that.

My first year out of high school I dressed up for Halloween at work. I was a checker/bagger at the local A&P. Ma made me a hood. It was red and had white horns on the side of it. She also made me a red cape. I had a black shirt and black pants and donned a red tie and gold tie tack. We were required to wear ties in those days. I painted my face red, and used eyeliner my older sister had left in the bathroom to add a pencil thin mustache and V shaped goatee. I snagged a name tag at work and with the trusty click click label maker I was... "Lucifer". Yes ma'am.

There was a college girl who worked in the office. I couldn't tell you her name if I had to these days. She and a friend were going to Greenville (where I later went to college) to the block party. At said block party they would block off 5th street (Where all the bars were) and let the students run wild (which they did).

At first I declined... Then her friend showed up. Wow. Her name was Pam. That I remember. short babydoll cut blond hair, hazel eyes and pouty lips. So, after our shift we climbed in her car and made the hour trek into the bowels of Hell.

You shoulda seen it. Everyone was in costume and everyone was drunk and everyone was having fun... Everyone but the cops. There were kegs on the corners. There were people hanging from the street lamps. You basically had to bulldoze your way through the crowd.

That was the last year of the block parties for a while, because the cops got into it with the kids. One guy stole a cop's gun and they stuffed him in a trash can. That was the beginning of the end.

The riot police started clearing the crowd. Whatshername had already gone back to the car. Pam and I were caught in the rush.

Thank God I had been a lineman on the football team. I put Pam behind me, turned to face the crowd and had her pull me along as I deflected the stampede away from her. She pulled me into an alley (the one by Sportspad for those who know) and the crowd kept going by.

I took off my hood and she put it in her purse. She pulled out some tissue and wiped the makeup off my face. Then she kissed me. So sweet... So gentle... Violence and mayhem ensued not three feet from where we stood and we touched and tasted and caressed.

She leaned against the brick wall and pulled me in close to her, as we fumbled at each others clothes.

"FREEZE!"

Did I ever. GPD in full riot gear with a Maglight in one hand and the other on a Beretta 9mm. "Sir step over here... Ma'am are you OK?"

What the Hell... "I SAID, SIR step over HERE!"

I did and another cop materialized and started to handcuff me.

"Ma'am, are you OK... Did he hurt you?"

"No... No, he saved me."

"Uncuff him"

Whew. As quickly as they were there, they were gone... And so was the moment.

I took Pam's hand and led her back to the car. I sat in the back seat by myself and dozed on the way home while the girls sat up front and talked.

I have no idea what was said... I never saw Pam again and Whatshername never brought it up. A few months later I went to work at Food Lion.

Have A Happy Halloween.

Birthday Wishes

Have a very Straight White birthday.

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Hannah Jelkes: There are worse things than chastity, Mr. Shannon.

Lawrence Shannon: Yes: lunacy and death.

Sunday Ink #6

Yet one more from Pecan Street. "H" is a pastry chef who had body art showing here and there. (That's her foot in the picture and you can see some ink peeking out from her sandal strap)

I asked what her favorite was, and I have to admit, it's one of the more intriguing ones I've seen.

Whew, a hard core pastry chef indeed, and sweet to look at too.

Not So Cavalier

Game Day, Swash and Bucklers!

Today in Charlottesville, VA

12 Noon (eastern)

The Pirates clash swords with

The Virginia Cavaliers

ECU is coming off of a big loss

Following a demoralizing loss

Maybe, just maybe

They'll have their shit together today

and it will be a

First Down...

PIRATES!

Ok, Maybe not.

28-6 UVA at the half

This sucks... I miss last week

35-20 Virginia

WTF?

WTFF?

Magic Bus

I wanted to get a better picture of this, but I was sitting on the wrong side of the road and there was an APD officer behind me. Granted it was before I started drinking, but I have found that the average cop is more likely to cause you trouble than get you out of any.

Blunk Drogging

Mebbee not, but it could happen if I'm not careful. I took today off despite an intuition that begged me not to. I needed some me time... Or some down time or something. So, after a busy morning of throwing tennis balls and standing in the sun saying "Good boy, Jack", I strapped my kayak to the top of my Jeep with the best of intentions and ended up sitting at the pub drinking guinness.

I don't come here as often as I once did, due to some past personal disruptions, but I'm coming back more and more. I love this place. In case you didn't notice, it's the only banner ad on my site and I provide it free.

The staff is friendly and good at what they do... John, the publican, has become a good friend to me, and although the regular crowd has moved about and changed there is usualy a familiar face at the bar.

The interior was built in Ireland and reassembled inside the building here. There is something about the feel of real wood and the taste of Guinness from clean lines and taps That just makes me, if not happy, less unhappy.

Erin go braugh... and Riley's go braugh as well.

Sunday Ink #5

Another one from Pecan Street. This is "ANT". Odd thing about this tough as nails babe: She was handing out fliers for an environmentally friendly insectiside. I swear!

The story here is that she's a Dave Matthews fan (The line is a song lyric), and her initials actually are ANT (The reason she got more than a single letter unlike the others so far).

Girl, you couldn't be anyone other than you.

Off Week

For the first time in a long time

I think I'm actually glad there's no Game today

Argh.

Wagers Of Sin

It's on like Donkey Kong, Baby!
Bou of Boudicca's Vioce has this unfounded fear that the Obamanation is going to win the presidency. I say no way. Never. Gonna. Happen.

She made the poor choice as to go so far and say to her sister that if McCain won she'd post a picture of herself in a bathing suit and let it get out.

Well, Hell... I jumped all over that. Comments were posted and emails sent. Challenges thrown and offers to let the other back out given.

So, Dear Readers, rules were outlined, and a wager placed.

McCain wins the election, we will all get to click over and see the bou-dacious babe in a bathing suit and high heels ala 1940's pin-up.

On the other hand... And an ugly hand it be...

Obama wins. It'll be a sad day for America, made sadder by the fact that there will be a picture over here of yours truly wearing nothing but a pink speedo in my best Mr. Universe pose.

Good God, people, if the thought of my fuzzy carcass in pink grape smugglers isn't enough to make you get out a vote for McCain, we may be truly lost.

That Is All

All this talk of fire, of gumption and direction
Leave you reaching for some kind of resurrection as to
Who you thought you were and who you thought you'd be
They'll say it's the trying not the being, the journey not arrival
But all I'm seeing's discouraging reprisals
Of every mistake I've made and all the things I'll never be
And every version of me I tried so hard not to miss
Gets stabbed and shot with the thought of someone else's kiss
There's just no easy way to say
That everything you thought was right was wrong today
That is all, go away
Ok

So go on and sing another about the drinking and fights,
Cracks in the sidewalk, the darkness of night
Can you still believe it'll all put you closer to the light?
'Cause yeah direction's just an arrow, not a place to reside
Though "home is where you find it" and "time is on your side"
But none of that crap means squat alone on a Sunday night

And every version of me I tried so hard to retain
Gets swallowed and sweat out and pissed on down the drain
There's just no easy way to say
That everything you thought was right was wrong today
Move along, 'cause you can't stay
No way

-Slobberbone

Have Mercy

And while I'm feeling thankful today...

Everybody needs a little Mercy now and then.

Thank you for showing me some.