My hero.

Well, if hero meant "favorite crazy old guy of the day".

Click picture for story. But why bother.

Not deserving a title.

When I wash my hands I noticed that I only turn on the hot side and hope I can finish the process before the water heats up enough to scald myslef. Anyone else do that or is it just me?

Odds of Death.

Cause of Death	Lifetime Odds
Heart Disease	1-in-5
Cancer	1-in-7
Stroke	1-in-23
Accidental Injury	1-in-36
Motor Vehicle Accident*	1-in-100
Intentional Self-harm (suicide)	1-in-121
Falling Down	1-in-246
Assault by Firearm	1-in-325
Fire or Smoke	1-in-1,116
Natural Forces (heat, cold, storms, quakes, etc.)	1-in-3,357
Electrocution*	1-in-5,000
Drowning	1-in-8,942
Air Travel Accident*	1-in-20,000
Flood* (included also in Natural Forces above)	1-in-30,000
Legal Execution	1-in-58,618
Tornado* (included also in Natural Forces above)	1-in-60,000
Lightning Strike (included also in Natural Forces above)	1-in-83,930
Snake, Bee or other Venomous Bite or Sting*	1-in-100,000
Earthquake (included also in Natural Forces above)	1-in-131,890
Dog Attack	1-in-147,717
Asteroid Impact*	1-in-200,000**
Tsunami*	1-in-500,000
Fireworks Discharge	1-in-615,488

** Perhaps 1-in-500,000

SOURCES: National Center for Health Statistics, CDC; American Cancer Society; National Safety Council; International Federation of Red Cross and Red Crescent Societies; World Health Organization; USGS; Clark Chapman, SwRI; David Morrison, NASA; Michael Paine, Planetary Society Australian Volunteers

Business meetings steal your soul.

It's true.

The Pope is Dope.

Today I was talking about going to Europe sometime within the next year and a half, and someone had the intruiging idea of wearing this shirt at the Vatican when I go to Rome.


I thought it was a really good idea and a good picture to have. To make sure I remember in the future I wrote myself a note that I will now keep in my wallet for eternity.

This is written with my "good" hand.
Oh, if anyone wants to come to Europe with me, do tell, it will be a grand adventure. I guarantee. I'm thinking about staying longer than a week and less than a month.

Bah.

One of the most annoying things that can happen to a guy's pants is spilling a small amount of liquid onto the ball area, it makes it look like you urinated yourself just a little. Not even man enough to pee yourself properly.

God damnit, I spilled Papa John's garlic sauce on my new pants this morning driving to work.
That spot didn't dry up since it's greasy. I hope it comes out in the wash.
yes I was eating pizza with the dippy sauce while driving at 5:30am

Fare Evasion.

Upon leaving Millserville after new years I left my jacket in Doug's van (at least it wasn't in a ditch somewhere). I knew it before I left but Doug had already gone and I thought he was coming home on Sunday anyway. Inside my jacket were all the keys that I own including car keys. Well I find out later Doug is coming home on Monday, which is no good since I have work. This left me stuck at my house staring at my car the next day, unable to get in. Pretty annoying feeling. It is a good 1:30 hour drive to Millersville from my house and since I had to then drive all the way back to my house to get in the car and then drive to Baltimore (where I also live), that meant around 5:30 hours of driving (if no traffic).

So, Doug graciously offered to meet me at the Millersville turnpike exit (which is only about 1:00 hour away) and pass the jacket to me there. Seeing that it was the best way to solve the problem I head off to meet him at the PA turnpike exit. I speed all the way down there and make it in about 40 minutes. As I approch the exit I realize I don't want to pay the $3.50 toll just to pay it again going back so I pull a quick U-turn across oncoming traffic into a toll booth headquarters building parking lot. I then get out of my car and walk across the toll booth to the other side and sit there waiting for Doug.


These are pictures I took while sitting on the metal barriers on the side of the road.
It was actually pretty peaceful as well as extremely shady looking to everyone driving by.

Doug arrives, hands me the jacket and I head back off towards home to get my car. So, if you have not figured out the point of this story, I still have a turnpike ticket from home and currently heading home at the same time. Unfazed, I spend awhile on the trip back thinking of an excuse to tell the toll booth operator as to why I am giving him a ticket to his own booth and it being about 2 hours from the timestamp on the ticket. I come up with some explanation involving meeting someone at a service station and then just coming back the other way (I know you can do that at some places). It was either that or express confusion, disorientation and mumble something about alien abduction.

As I come back to home I stop at the toll booth.
Toll Booth Operator: Hello.
Me (as I hand him the ticket): Hey.
I look at the operator and he looks at the ticket a split second and before he can do anything, for whatever reason I still cannot determine, I just drive off. All of my well thought out explanations foiled, by myself.

Now I am really curious as what someone is supposed to do in that situation. I would have definitly found out if I had just stayed and talked to the guy. I wonder if I had to pay something and will I now get a ticket in the mail sometime. Oh well, I guess I will find out in a few weeks.

We were playing with AirHogs.

During the new years celebrations at Millersville University my friend Jeff gave me a christmas present. It was a remote controlled stealth bomber which kind of looked like this except it was called Air Hogs and the manual specificly stated you have to tell everyone around that you are playing with Air Hogs before use.

Anyway, we spent a good hour or getting it ready (most of it getting out to get 6 AA batteries). After charging it up and everything we walk out the front door of the house, turned on the plane (which buzzed quite loudly), proclaimed to everyone we were using Air Hogs and gave it a good throw (which is needed to start the flying). Literally 2 seconds into flight a gust of wind blew Air Hogs to the right of the house beyond my control/sight and directly onto the neighbors roof.

That was the end of Air Hogs. It is probably still on that roof right now.

One of my friends tries feebly to climb a small tree to get on the roof.
He died minutes later, well, the idea did at least.

New Years.

Well then...stories and pictures to follow...