March 05, 2005
Yeah, I'm in a posting mood.
I've created a separate category for posts from my past. This is the first, as is appropriate, given that Flanders helped me title it.
When living in my first river home, Flanders and us (Elizabeth and myself) went in financially on a boat. He came down this particular weekend to go out fishing. Unfortunately, it was raining. Not that we were afraid of water. Case in point: Flanders decided that we could catch a lot of fish at night if we had a submersible light. We went into a slough and prepared to catch fish. There was a swamped tree that stuck up in the middle. We pulled up cautiously to the protruding tree. I reached out to grab the protruding branch. Flanders pulled back on the throttle. I grabbed the branch victoriously, just before it broke under my weight. I went into the water. Die hard that I am, we went back to the house, I changed clothes, and we went back out. We didn't catch a damned thing.
Anyway, Flanders came down to go fishing, and it was raining. We went into town to find a new video game that we could play during the rain. The salesperson suggested a game called Myst. It cost $50. I asked what the expected time for solving this game. "People play this game for ages and can't solve it." Good. We're arrogant, but we would take this.
We awoke Saturday morning and made breakfast (the wife was gone, and had no comment on our choices). We made chili and eggs. What!?!? It was great! We could look out of the window and see the beautiful river even in the rain, but played our game. We solved it in six hours. Freakin' Myst. We made the best of it, though. The chili and eggs kicked in, and we manfully challenged each other to make the best stink. The animals left the room, and eventually stood around the door to escape the stench.
Yeah, well we solved what were supposed to be some difficult puzzles, and we cried for the pain we put each other through. Deal with it. We're guys...
They're my memories. I can like them if I want to.
I've created a separate category for posts from my past. This is the first, as is appropriate, given that Flanders helped me title it.
When living in my first river home, Flanders and us (Elizabeth and myself) went in financially on a boat. He came down this particular weekend to go out fishing. Unfortunately, it was raining. Not that we were afraid of water. Case in point: Flanders decided that we could catch a lot of fish at night if we had a submersible light. We went into a slough and prepared to catch fish. There was a swamped tree that stuck up in the middle. We pulled up cautiously to the protruding tree. I reached out to grab the protruding branch. Flanders pulled back on the throttle. I grabbed the branch victoriously, just before it broke under my weight. I went into the water. Die hard that I am, we went back to the house, I changed clothes, and we went back out. We didn't catch a damned thing.
Anyway, Flanders came down to go fishing, and it was raining. We went into town to find a new video game that we could play during the rain. The salesperson suggested a game called Myst. It cost $50. I asked what the expected time for solving this game. "People play this game for ages and can't solve it." Good. We're arrogant, but we would take this.
We awoke Saturday morning and made breakfast (the wife was gone, and had no comment on our choices). We made chili and eggs. What!?!? It was great! We could look out of the window and see the beautiful river even in the rain, but played our game. We solved it in six hours. Freakin' Myst. We made the best of it, though. The chili and eggs kicked in, and we manfully challenged each other to make the best stink. The animals left the room, and eventually stood around the door to escape the stench.
Yeah, well we solved what were supposed to be some difficult puzzles, and we cried for the pain we put each other through. Deal with it. We're guys...
They're my memories. I can like them if I want to.