Farkle is a fast moving game similar to poker played with dice.  I played last night with my friends Ed and  Stork.  Stork used to be a member of Retarted Elf, a dancer, and Ed is Collings Guitars top finish man.  They are great guys but cutthroat at games.  I walked out with 10 bucks after losing all day.  Both these guys listen to the best music.        Farkle related violence is on the rise!

          The turn of the century Gang Wars on the Colorado river!  Featuring the Goofers, the Why-ohs, the Five Pointers, the Plug Uglies, the Car Barn gang, the Peep-o-the-Day Boys, Mose, the Dusters, and, of course, the Dead Rabbits!      Stand by for history at it's very Furriest!

  Just Fucking Awesome.      This is an Orb spider that has taken up residence outside my slide-out window.  This one has the remains of the male stuck to it's back.  These things are so lovely and so sinister.  Spiders are my allies.

     Saturday night I got Jacked Up and went a-venturing into the pasture.  I grabbed a pair of combat shorts and, with my kriss and old Colt, went looking for trouble.  There, of course, was none.  I was just practicing moving through the tangle like the predator I used to be.  Knowing it was safe made it all that much more fun.  I got as far as the river without tangling ass with anything, so, thoroughly pleased with myself, went home and got dressed.  (The rain started as I was quartering the area, adding to the thrill).      Gonna run through the jungle!

      My time in the Corps was brief but eventful.  Although I was Infantry, Anti-tank, (0351) I spent my time in D.C. doing foolish bullshit like the Silent Drill Team.  Very occasionally we were permitted to go play Marine out at Quanico.  Here I am about to be de-reveried by Staff Sgt. Kirby.  I loved being a U.S. Marine, but I hated my duty station.  If there was not going to be fighting, I would just a soon not be Marine enlisted.      I was at my most beautiful then!