Thursday, August 04, 2005

Summer Blogging Doldrums

It turns out that the glowing orb called El Sol provides many non-blogging opportunities. Expect things to be slow for a while. Later in the month, we will have some high-adventure blogging, so stay tuned for that!

7 comments:

The Moody Minstrel said...

Bragger.

Right now I'm posting this comment from an internet kiosk (albeit a free one) at a comfy, little resort hotel on the flanks of Mt. Nasu. I'm at our music club's summer training camp. Yay! I don't know how much sun I'm going to be getting, but thanks to yet another typhoon skirting these islands, it's bloody hot and muggy, even at this altitude!

The Moody Minstrel said...

I might also add that this hotel is buzzing with horseflies...

Why am I suddenly having memories of Camp Baldwin?

Don Snabulus said...

The middle of my back stabs at thee, Mr. Horsefly.

The Moody Minstrel said...

I won't bother elaborating on the number of horseflies we've slaughtered in the course of this camp. It's a lot...but still not enough.

Still, I think it's a waste of time and effort. These bugs are like hell hounds; no matter how many you kill, there is always another one.

Seymour said...

Well, I'll take your resort hotel on the flanks (ewwwww!) of Mt. Nasu and raise you a day of fun and bizarre discussions at the "Enchanted Forest" south of Salem Oregon. Everyone who is anyone, and some who are not, where there. Wait, is that the correct verb tense?

I like Robin's idea of opening an identical park on the otherside of I-5 with potentially lethal rides and exhibits. A "Disenchated Forest" as it where.

The remains would be funneled via a sluice gate directly onto I-5. Of course, some of the rides would be funneled directly onto I-5 as well. That would sure spice up the bumper car ride!

Seymour said...

I meant "Disenchanted Forest". I was so pleased with my cleverness that I forgot how to spell! Reminds me of my first driver's examine. See, there I was in full clown makeup, and the Rocket Assist Packs had just started to flare on top of the old Renault 'Le Car', when the DMV examiner climbed aboard. And who was it but martial arts legend Chuck Norris. Anyway, Chuck leans over and I notice a small green vial in his jacket pocket as the Rockets kick in. Anyway, I better just leave it there.

The REAL Mr. Death said...

Seymour, that does it. Hell has a very special gate set aside just for you, and the damned denizens therein are awaiting your arrival with fear and loathing.