April 23rd, 2004


Trees. . .

I spoke with Jenni yesterday. She noted that the Grove needs a Bile (Tree) we can use all the time. I got to thinking. We should find one that we like and cut it down ourselves. Clean it ourselves. Make it ours.

Now we just need a forest that allows us to log a tree :)

The Ninja Cometh. . .

I was quietly enjoying a burger and fries when the ninja first made his appearance.

Usually, I wouldn't make a big deal about this, but this ninja was tiny. He couldn't have been more than three feet tall, and he was sneaking around the restaurant looking for his target. He was currently hiding behind a short wall, and looking for something on his person.

Out of his pocket, he drew a shiruken. The tiny star flashed in the flourecent light of the restaurant, and I knew that the ninja had found his target.

He peaked out from behind the wall, looking hard at his target, who seemed to be an adult male. (This man was also enjoying a burger and fries, but a shake as well. Obviously, it was for this final offense that the ninja had chosen this target.)

With a shout of "Banzai!" the little ninja jumped from behind the wall, flinging his shiruken at the target. I watched, enraptured as the throwing star flew through the air, and was surprised to see that the man had managed to dodge this first attack.

But the ninja, wanting to be sure of his kill, had already drawn his sword and was running toward the enemy. With a final cry of "I'm gonna get you!" (strangely out of character for a ninja, I thought), he brought his katana down on his target, cracking hard on the shoulder.

The man's eyes grew wide, and his hand flew to his wound. He grasped his shoulder, and fell over onto the bench, eyes closed.

For a moment, the ninja stood, dominant, over his target.

Then the ninja seemed uncertain. He stepped closer to his victim, apparently to make sure he was dead.

Just then, the man's eyes opened, and he caught the ninja in a giant bear hug, pulling him close and shouting, "Ha! Now who's winning?"

The man and his son, the ninja, began the most boisterous, animated tickle-fight I believe I have ever seen.

Gods, I hope one day I can be that cool.


Guess what?

I'm at the end of my run of Bios.

Anyone want to write me another one? Something new and different? I like rotating them on a weekly basis. :)

Maybe write me a really dirty limerick?
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Lunchtime thoughts. . .

I had three thoughts at lunch today, and I thought I would share:


I would not support just pulling out of Iraq completely. It would be like practicing coitus interruptus and then, nine months later, saying, "I didn't create that baby! I pulled out just in time!"

Of course, given this administration's theories on birth control, it might just believe that coitus interruptus is more effective than condoms, too.


I saw a bunch of Kerry supporters on the Oval today. They were stumping for their candidate.

All I could think was, "Damn, you bastards should be registering people to vote, not telling them how to vote."


I'd never leave ADF. You couldn't pay me. Honestly, no matter how screwed up this place is, no matter how many crazy relations this extended family of Druids has, I still love it. Maybe that reflects on my own mental state?

Happy Weekend!

I'm going through loads of old email. If you get an email from me in response to one you sent in, say, October 2003, do not be alarmed. I really am that slow sometimes.

Have a good weekend.

-MJD out.
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