Halloweener

So, Michelle and I carved some pumpkins up for Halloween.



Then we set them up along the driveway to scare off any trick-or-treaters.
First this one.


Then this one.



And finally, this one.



It didn't work though. There were 327.59 children that came trick-or-treating to our house. Here are some of the scariest.



Or this one...



Boy, those kids must have really ugly parents!

Anyway, almost all the candy is gone thanks to the last batch of teenagers to show up. Now I won't get anymore cavities!

Coming Soon: My Ultimate Guitar Collection post!

Leaves are Crunchy except when they aren't

Geez... That sure is a lot of leaves to rake. Maybe, you can send me some money so I can buy a leaf blower.




Just look at them all.

It's actually getting cooler during the day now. For a while it was still in the 70s during the day, but now it's only getting up into the 50s. It smells better outside now too. (I bet you miss it AB, WM, DD, CG.)

So, the Thrashers finally won again. And, of course, I missed the game. So far, all but one game I've watched they lost. And the game they did win, I missed all of the goals because I was in and out of the family room. (And they won that game 8 to 1.)

Pretty soon I'm going to start writing all sorts of things. Actually, I already have started, but I plan on doing a lot more when the exam is over. It's November 8. Don't wish me luck. I haven't been able to put nearly as much effort into studying as I should have.

Also, we're going to be putting up crown molding and sound proofing the basement (sort of) plus...building a bar down there. If I can convince the beautiful, most awesome, nicest, smartest, coolest wife ever, Michelle, to let me start that now. She keeps saying we need furniture first.

Here's a real life conversation we had:

ME: I'm going to build a bar downstairs after the exam. I can't wait.

HER: We need furniture first.

ME: Okay, what do you want to get.

HER: This. (pointing to something at the furniture store)

ME: Okay, Let's get it.

HER: I'm not sure, do you like it?

ME: Yes, Let's get it.

HER: No. I don't like it anymore.

ME: So can I build a bar now?

HER: No. We need furniture.

ME: What do you want to get?

HER: This. (pointing to something else)

ME: Okay. Let's get it.

HER: Do you like it?

ME: Yes. I love it.

HER: The more I look at it, the less I like the _____ (insert any feature of a furniture you can think of)

ME: (poke myself in eye....poke myself in eye again)

I wonder how it's going to go when I want to build a barn.

I think I cursed myself with the drum set deal. Since then, she can claim that I got what I wanted and now it's her turn, but, of course, everything is more important then a bar in the basement and a barn to jam in isn't it? I mean, come on, who needs couches, an entertainment center, (I won't even tell you how close I was to getting her to agree to buy a 42" plasma TV - seriously, like this close '_'), or dressers, or carpets, or new doors. Man, Michelle has her priorities all messed up. It's a good thing she can cook.

III

There were flowers and the sweet smell in the air was nearly enough to cause delusional euphoria. Beyond the mix of plants and stones, a brook softly spoke at them, nestled quietly in the small valley formed by the receding park and the ascending hills. Beyond the hills, the sky shone down in a deep twilight blue, so brilliant it was almost too much to stand. The blue flinched and waned away into the light green peaks of the distance mountains. A pink sun kissed down upon the mountain tops, wishing them well for the night. The first of the stars had graced it's presence upon the park. A warm breeze quickened through the trees. It grabbed at the two of them; pulling, tugging, hampering their grip around each other.

Yet they were unbroken in their embrace, as if they were one.

A kiss traced it's way from his lips onto hers. Within it were one thousand and more words. Each word ran through her body, delighting her senses, complimenting her beauty. She shuttered with the accolades they brought. She was a mirror of his love for her, and it raced back into him, warm, and joyous, exhilarating. Their lips parted for a moment of breath. A soft white glow glistened in her eyes as she looked into his. Unknowingly, she peered deep into his soul. He looked back at his reasons, the only reason, and drew a deep breath into his lungs: He would never stop doing this. Even if it was for ever.

The world had stopped in this moment. The power between them was that much: enough to tear down the mountains, every single distance rock crushed, enough to blacken the sun, erase the stars and boil the grass in this field with the lava of the Earth's heart.

And they then would build it all again.

This was the mystery they sought to solve. It would continue forever. Over and over again.

Rhyme of the Ancient Actuary

So, it's still raining outside, but there's no water in the building here at work.
I've composed a little poem about it:

Water, water everywhere, and all the bathrooms stink.
Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.

Apparently, a water main broke outside, and now the building has no water. This equals no flushable toilets, which leads to stinky poo poo filled bathrooms. Someone actually used the sink on the 3rd floor.

I'm glad I have some hand sanitizer or else, I'd have to eat my lunch with dirty hands. Wait, I do that anyway.

On an unrelated note: Someday soon, I'll put some pictures of my guitars and me and the guitars I want up on this blog.

It'll be very, very freakin' awesome.

12:31 PM ET Update:
The water main has been repaired, they do not have to close the office. Most people booed, one person clapped, and was subsequently beaten to death.

Awesome!

Check this awesomeness out (not as awesome as guitars but pretty close.)

Rainy

This weekend is going to be a total wash out. My lawn was pretty brown looking, but, of course, the first time in the last two and a half months I don't want it to rain, it's going to pour. Stupid clouds.

I've been taking a mental inventory of what musical things I want. I figure I need only one more acoustic and three more electric guitars to complete my collection. I'll let Steve win and have more than me. Of course, who knows, maybe after I get the four guitars I want, I'll want more. But then, Steve would just build himself another one and have more than me. Actually, there's four more electric guitars I want, with the fourth being a guitar I make myself. I shall name it Growentarnost, and I'll paint it Rhino Gray. Anyway, in a soon upcoming post, I'll have pictures of the guitars I have already, and some of the guitars I want. (Then we'll move on to basses and drums, and other things!)

The Thrashers are so close to making me much happier and giving me a better outlook on the season. I'll try to keep the sidebar updated with their vital statistics.

Now, I must go to Home Cheapo and buy a circular saw.

NWCT SCI

The third annual Northwestern Connecticut Short Course Invitational was yet again another successful tournament. This year we raised $14,537 dollars for my charity which provides support to me for guitars, drums, and toys. This year Dave won by shooting a six under par 66. Some other scores were: 68, 73, 74, and π. I finished in fourth with only 2 holes in one this year. It's mostly because my clubs were all broken.

Actually we only played 9 holes. Dave did win though. Here's the scores (par is 32):
Dave: 40 (Champion)
Dan: 44 (Fewest Putts winner)
Mark: 44 (Snowman Award winner)
Mike: 45 (Coolest dude ever award winner)
Nate: 53 (Closest to the Pin winner)
Joel: 54 (Purple Monkey Award winner)

After golf, we ate sandwiches and soup. It was delicious.

Then I played drums so sick-like that my head exploded. It was totally sweet.