Into the bar.....

So a penguin walks into a bar and asks the bartender for some fish. Th e bartender replies that they don't have fish and politely asks the penguin to leave. The next day the penguin is back and again asks for fish. A little angry the bartender says they don't have any fish and tells the penguin to leave. The third day the penguin returns and asks for some fish. The bartender yells at him that they don't have any fish and tells the penguin that if he comes back and asks for fish he will nail his beak to the bar. The next day the penguin comes in and asks, "Do you have any nails?". The bartender realeaved that he didn't ask for fish says "No". The penguin then says "Good! Do you have any fish?"



Don't get it? ................................................Why would the penguin make shure that the bar tender didnt have any nails before he asked for fish? :P

This one had me splitting my sides last night, if you enjoyed it tell me.

The Fiish

The Highwayman

This song is awesome! It's "The Highwayman" sung by Loreena McKennitt.

The Highwayman

I strongly suggest that you read the lyrics while listening to the song. Like read in time to the singing.

The Fiish

Why such lack?

It's realy intense, if that's the right word, in my mind that people arent as profound or as fun as they seemingly were in my dad's generation. I know alot of people would beg to differ with me but I can make a case for it.

What I'm calling my dad's age, or maby even as far back as my grandfather's age, would be WWII era to, say, the 1960's or so. Back in "Old School", when people had front porches and knew almost everyone in the comunity as well as their family members. By front porches I don't mean a little slab of concreet outside the front door, I'm talking about real front porches like with porch swings and comfortable reading chairs on them. What has this to do with people? Quite a deal actually! See the front porch in old houses was more than just another personal space or room, It was a meeting place and a conversation area. It used to be that in the afternoon most people that were not considered "strage" would sit on the front porch alot at certain times of the day. This was the time to visit people and have a chat, be overall friedly what what! But as people started keeping to themselves and not careing about other people, the front porch died. Now what do we have? Back decks of course! And around that back deck we have? A ten foot fence to keep the neighbors out of our buisness, right?

My eye lids are starting to feel like sand paper, wich is the signal for bed. I will leave you now to your own devices.

The Fiish

Easter Friday (Part 2)

Ok ok, so maby other people's extracaricular Easter get togathers stsnk too! Well at least it helps to know that other people shared in my missery a little.

Uhh, that's all I have to say about that :P. As usual the sequel isn't as good as the origional (post)

Das Fiish

Easter Friday

So here we don't have a "sunrise service" like most American churches, we do however, the Friday before Easter Sunday, go to a big convention center. The program starts at 9 AM and goes over lunch (not provided) to 4 PM. The convention center is a big, church built, steel building that has a boom box every ten feet down the whole 100 yards of the building. It's open air, meaning that there are garage style shutters down the sides that they raise. Now the building is metal, in the sun, on a cloudless day, with the speakes turned just down from the point where they would start tearing the place down. We must stand for an hour for the worship because the animatior alwase thinks that we "didn't sing that last song as good as we could have". The guys working the sound board are trained to put all the switches and nobs to the max, then turn them down just enough so that the mikes stop screeching.

Ye who complaineth about getting up at 5 AM to go sit in an air conditioned room with acceptable audio levels and people that actually know how to9 put a pprogram togather. I will kindly ask you to have all that complaining surgically removed.

The Fiish

What have YOU done today?

I've set up a wood lath, made a new leg for the wheel barrow (wich included cutting, grinding, bending, drilling, and fitting), ate a very good taco soup, checked my email, and wrote a blog post. ALL BEFORE 2:30! It's amazeing n'est t'ill pas?

Click on the picture to read today's Dilbert, very funny. The guy has a carrot dangling infront of him as a simbol of a full time job that leads him on. The picture is also the property of Scott Adams and I take no credit for it.

The Fiish

The Hotel Grenada

I have finnaly found a solid book I want to write! My uncle has the bbest storys in South Carolina and I've decided that this comeing summer I'm going to do the best I can to document as many of them as I can.

Some of the funnyest I've heard deal with his experiences as the person incharge of a student houseing called the Hotel Grenada, and that by the way is probably going to be the title of the book.

If any of the people I worked with at the farm would help me out by emailing me the storys they remember, not just about the hotel, I would be much obliged.

The Fiish

So sorry

Sorry to have to do this to my readers but now word verification is nessisary for posting a comment.

The reason being that people are abuseing the comment privelge by spamming me. I am sorry.

The Fiish

Game related

Hey all, I have a video clip of a map I desined and made viewabl here

Also I have sucessfully made it posible for my Mac to recognise my xbox controller as a joystick and that makes me very happy indeed. I only have one game that it works with so far as I can tell but I havent tryed it with all the ones I own so we'll see.

The Fiish

Arrrr, Cut-throats we be

Indeed, It is my intenton to learn to shave in the proper fashion. For such an excursion I am asking for donations from my readers. A modest total of 100 dollars is needed from my enterprise providing for the razor, soap mug and soap, badger bristle lather brush, strop, and the bandages and ducktape taht I will need to re-secure my head. That said, please donate by contacting my email or chat adress and pledging.

Seriously if you gujys could help me out :P, I've got like little to no cash in the "spend-on-cool-crap" fund, whatwith saving for college and junk. It's like somthing that ive alwase thought about doing in the recesses of my mind and never looked into, but there are still suplyers for good old fashion shavers. Besides, whats better than shaveing? Shaveing with somthing that can take your head CLEAN OFF! :D.

In all his glory and splendor

The, bearded, Fiish

Oh Nos!

Great just great, this morning while I was preforming the weekly trim of my beard, mustach, and soul patch before church, soomthing terrible happened.

I irreversably nicked my soul patch :(. Had to shave the pour bloke off. So now I'm debateing if I sould just shave my beard and mustach off since it "ain't got no soul left".

Imput please by any wierdo that has an opinion. ;)

The Fiish