I'm not going to say TF2 owns my soul or anything, but it is taking a good chunk of my free time.
Oh, and if anyone wants to volunteer their time with Photoshop to make a Targa spray for me, I'd be quite appreciative. I have everything except the program ready.
-KIE, who is glad the value of his existence is not defined by his skill (or, more properly, lack thereof) in competitive FPS games.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your fathe
Man, it was a busy weekend. So busy, that it spilled over into the week.
In scatter-point fashion:
>$6 for a bag of 53 fun-size assorted Reese's is a very good deal from Walmart, especially since a king size (4 cups) goes for $1. That's like, 105% more free.
>Like Amanda said, I have terrible luck with fantasy football: exchanging either the QB or the DST and I would have beaten the Kenner Knights soundly.
>Why, Sean Payton, do you send an injured kicker to kick a field goal he
It rocked last night. I even hit the F# in the tower D chord in In the Beginning, and it was all I could do not to fist pump. (I sing by ear, and end up sliding around. I usually can't pick up on thirds.)
My mom said it was worth the 200 mile drive, even if I weren't in the choir. Amanda wanted to clap after the first song, and the two of them were the first two giving the standing O after it was over.
It was awesome.
Like I said, you had to be here.
-KIE
In an unrelated not
Let's see, it's been over a week since my birthday, and the presents have finished trickling in.... $50 cash (my parents) some chocolate (Amanda) a Saints necktie (Amanda's parents) first DEII FFL win of the season (Rob Delaune, this past weekend) Two steak dinners (Amanda (Monday night last week) & O'Henry's (Tuesday night last week)), and a bloomin' onion/soup/pasta dinner (my parents @ Outback Steakhouse (Saturday night last week)) A Baskin-Robbins ice cream birthday cake, with my name o
She feels lost in her own life
Treading water just to keep from slipping under
And she wonders if she's where she's supposed to be
Tired of trying to do it right
Her dreams are just too far away to see how steps she's making
Might be taking her to who she'll be
And suddenly it isn't what it used to be
And after all this time it worked out just fine
And suddenly I am where I'm supposed to be
And after all the tears I was supposed to be here
She feels locked in her own life
Scared
Not really local, but not life in general either.
This morning, from wired.com:
And I had wondered why all the reply email addresses from those "nice girl who want to chat" ended in .name or .info.
Bad guys win another round.
Tracking.....
-KIE
Afford me a moment to rant.
Not about politics per se, but about local goings on.
Earlier this year, it was announced that Fox would film a new TV series called K-Ville, on location in New Orleans. The series would be a crime dramatization of post-Katrina New Orleans. The pilot episode aired this past Monday night at 9 ET/PT on Fox broadcast stations, and is currently available for free on iTunes. It is rated TV-14.
And I made the mistake of watching it.
Now, I'm not saying one
I'm skipping church to write this entry.
I have a good excuse, though: Amanda & I didn't get back from Lafayette this morning until 12:45. It was a football game.
Yes, they play football in Lafayette, LA. Or, at least the visiting team does.
It was Red vs. Blue, round we-lost-count.
McNeese, my alma mater, having paid its dues in blowout losses to Miami, Nebraska, Kansas State, nearly defeating Texas A&M, and actually defeating Northeast Louisiana ER Louisiana-Monroe, finally was
Hooray, consonance!
Taking the time out from the 2007 Louisiana Civil Engineering Conference & Show to post this.
(The KIEpod arrived a day early, but this has nothing to do with it.)
Every office has its characters. Some are even stereotypable (as opposed to stereotypical).
Consider, for instance, a one Lewis. Lewis (his first name) is the office draftsman, and the original DEII employee. He's the only one who need never fear his employment during slow periods. However, his office
Wow, what a day.
Amanda & I have a saying that goes back to the Summer Mission in 2001. Actually, it's a saying for the 5 of us, but since we are 2 of the 5, it still counts. The saying: "Never a dull moment."
Well, Saturday, September 8, 2007, was not dull at all.
Saturday was move-in day for Amanda. Her mom, dad, pastor, sister and two nieces, Mikayla (6) and Ally (2) came down from Monroe to help. (The former 3 this morning with a trailer in tow, the latter last night with boxes.)
Don't ask about the title: none of you would get it.
Although favored by 5, the Cruisers trail the visiting Gators by 18 points after Reggie Wayne's two TD performance last night. The fantasy blow made the real loss all the more bitter: next week, I play Marvin Harrison's team, and you know Peyton Manning alternates between the two as TD targets.
And then there's the fact that the Saints lost.
7-7, that's my goal this season. 7-7.
In other news, the model doesn't like me anymore. Som
My iPod died today.
It was a slowish death, but the final straws were the forced plug-in to a radio/docking station. Less than 7 hours attached to it, and the sound quality deteriorated rapidly.
It will be replaced this weekend with an early self-birthday gift, an iPod Video of undetermined color and hard drive size.
-KIE
P.S. Kex, do you need that essay on O. Henry that was left on the iPod?
Yes, folks, that's right. Pizza for breakfast.
Kids, later in life, there's not going to be a parent telling you that you can't eat pizza for breakfast. (Instead, there will be a nutritionist and/or cardiologist telling you that you can't have pizza for breakfast.) College students, yes, there are times after graduation that you still have to get creative with the first meal of the day.
In either case, the milk smelled funky, so bacon & sausage pizza was reheated.
Amanda started her
Fantasy football draft couldn't have gone better, in my opinion.
For one, I was the only one who didn't draft with the aid of alcohol, so that may be to my benefit.
First, the rules:
12 team league (3 4-team divisions)
14 rounds.
Must have 2 QB, 2 RB, 2 WR, 4 RB-WR flex, 2 K, 2 D/ST on the roster. TE are considered WR.
Must start 1 QB, 1-3 RB, 3-1 WR, 1 K, 1 D/ST.
Scoring:
6 points for all TDs (Rushing, Receiving, Passing, Return (D/ST))
1 point for every 50 yards passing
1 point
Nope, nothing to do with a near-accident. Fortunate to say I haven't had one of those (or the full kind) recently.
Let me tell you about my trip to the mall this afternoon.
It was supposed to be a short trip. Just picking up a CD from Family Christian Store & something from Smoothie King. The CD is Live the Life by Michael W. Smith. What can I say, except that I am in a timewarp. "Missing Person" is a very special song for me, by the way. It took almost 9 years, but I finally got it o
I need to talk to my brother, yet when I called last night, I completely forgot what it was I was going to say, and ended up just chatting about Team Fortress Classic. Yes, I'm as well-versed as any in using the detpack, a timer-set bomb (5-second, 20-second, and 50-second timer varieties only) capable of clearing enviromental barricades and killing any enemy within blast range (and the demolitions man that set it, if he's still within line-of-sight) in one blow, as an offensive weapon. Still, t
Opening note: any "approval image" wider than Dokuma's will not be put in the content block: I'm not making the sidebar any wider. Sorry.
Oh, what a weekend to recap.
I've been so busy, it's been all I can do to actually stop to write this.
Okay, I haven't been that busy in the evenings, but gosh, time just flies when you're blowing computer-controlled enemies sky high.
Or at least 4 stories high.
Yes, Dok, the title "Tunnel" is from the song "Tunnel." It was the theme song for the
http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap070817.html
Astronomy is so cool. I swear, next meteor shower I'm going out to the meadow at LaFreniere, fireants and light pollution regardless.
Amanda got down here without incident. She's called to tell me that the 8:45 interview was really just a second interview, and that the process is not complete yet. Gosh, it wouldn't be the federal government if there weren't red tape.
Yesterday on the way in, she got a phone call from a place she interview
...lies all the effort that must be put forth.
The heat has been absolutely oppressive lately. 88° F (31° C) with a 105° F (40.5° C) heat index at 8 AM this morning. It has been a week since the temperature has dropped below 80° F (26.7° C), and tomorrow's high will be 98° F (36.7° C), with a heat index sure to break the 120° F (49° C) mark.
Normally, I'm not one to complain about the heat. I live, by choice, in south Louisiana, and I'm even proud of it.
Still, heat indices this high make
Barry Bonds is the greatest home run hitter, and by extension the greatest baseball player, in the history of mankind.
There. I said it. Can we PLEASE move on to a different subject, ESPN?
With that sarcastically said (oh come on: you had to know I was sarcastic just now), I'd like to welcome you all back to my blog. Go read Tunnel and work your way back here first. Please comment on Tunnel, too, especially if you'd rather be in Stillwater.
I was late for work today. But I have a go
200½ lb., 25.0% body fat
Is this what it's like?
Every time I turn around, there's something to remind me of Amanda, and every time Amanda comes to mind, I start with the stupid smile again.
Not that I'm not enjoying it or anything.
Finally, a new recipe.
This would have already been posted, except that I was acquainting myself with the epicenter map in Team Fortress Classic. I'll have to run it on a private server to get a feel for it, but in the interim, never underestimate the v
