I am a zombie. Not quite dead, but clearly not contributing anything to the community in a long time. I feel there's a Government joke in there somewhere . . .
9 years agochaospatient
So, I hope I'm not the only one on here that still watches the amazing work our hosts produce. If I am, then, well, I've been around here way the hell too long. If not, I've still been here a long ass time. Anyway, The last installment of RvB Revelation, probably the last installment of our lovable posse of Red and Blue Army Misfits, was I think a fitting farewell. It brought a lot back from the first season ( "Does that thing look like a big Cat to you?" ) . . . and definitely - Definitely - had a lot of the flair and intelligence that the earlier series had, and brought the story to a fitting close. I'll not ruin it, in case you haven't seen it yet because you didn't camp out like I did . . . but it was very good. One of the better points to the entire storyline of the boys (and girls) from Blood Gulch. They all grew, but remained true to their original characters, and each got at least a bit of badassery allowed them in these last few installments.
Well Done, Roosterteeth. I've enjoyed the ride, and look forward to more. Well Done.
Oh, and yeah, I'm still around. iLurk.
10 years agochaospatient
This is just me thinking aloud, folks. Ignore it if you want, but I'm about to talk about pretty much the biggest thing I get sucked into.
I just finished watching the BSG finale again, and realized something. I am a huge sucker for that "one last mission" or "one last stand" situation. You know, the kind of thing that is that one last hurrah deal. Galactica had it in her last mission to rescue Helo and Athena's daughter, one last volunteer mission and there's no guarantee they'll come back, everything's on the line. The crew of Serenity had it when they stormed Mr. Universe's base to get the message out, Reavers and Alliance on their tail for that last stand for right. And in the real world, The Spartans at Thermopylae took the stand against the 'living god' Xerxes because no one else would, to rally the Greeks to protect their home, and not let it fall to the onslaught, to protect their way of living. More recently, the crew of the Memphis Belle, the first B-17 crew to fly all 25 missions in WWII, that magic number that retired that crew from the war and let them go home, if only they could make that last mission. The noble soldiers at Robert's Ridge just a few short years ago, whose standard assault turned into a long fight for survival, calling in strikes that could have killed themselves just as easily, all to make it that little bit longer, to get home.
Something about that just hits me. I'm not sure why, but it does. That "one last" has always been powerful to me. Especially when it's that "one last" at the end of a long journey.
Just thought I'd share that.
10 years agochaospatient
So, that funny story I mentioned about when I was recanting my trip back to Morgantown.
Well, our Friend Jason, the one who was down in January, invited us to go out to see the farm that he grew up on while we were up. That's the set up.
The punchline is that We started driving back a fairly familiar road. I say familiar as in I had been up that road before. Literally. A couple of years ago when I was working for the Geology & Geography department of WVU. Collecting Biomass samples. Sure enough, I'd been up to his farm before.
The best part, though, was that there was this guy who came up and asked what I was doing there the first time I went up. Turns out that was Jason's Dad.
Thought I'd share that with you all. Life is weird.
10 years agochaospatient
"When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation." . . .
These eloquent words were the first in what would most probably be the most prominent political document of the last Three Centuries. Those 57 men, whose names appear fearlessly on the page below the rest of this declaration, sealed their fate with the stroke of a pen, those long years ago.
233 (That's Two Hundred and Thirty-Three) years ago, today, those 57 men signed their names to a page that was to become the birth of this nation. But had their cause fallen to the ground, and we speaking in presumably a British Accent, their fate would have been marred and marked down in our memories with a greatly different image. Because while these men, to our eyes, these centuries later as Heroes and Fathers to our Great Nation, all 57 men were Traitors. Traitors to the royal Crown of England, George the 3rd. That fact can never be escaped, and yet, these treasonous men, whose names are as synonymous with the United States of America as, well, Apple Pie, are etched into our memories as heroes to this infant nation that would go onto its Greatness, flaws and all.
Where else on the world can it be said that for over two and one quarter centuries, a system had been set up and fought for multiple times in which power passes at regular intervals without bloodshed?
So I feel pride when I say without fear, "Happy Treason Day!" and look at bewildered reactions. Because, beside the overarching glory that is this, the anniversary of the day when a very separate group of individuals united for a common and greater good finished sealing their fate, and ours, by an act of treason.
These men would have been hunted down to the last had our independence movement failed. They would have been tried for High Treason and been tortured then hanged, shot, stabbed, beheaded, poisoned, disemboweled, and drawn and quartered.
I say thank you. Thank You.
These Men, capital "M", are listed below for you all.
[Signed by] JOHN HANCOCK [President]
ROBT. TREAT PAINE,
CHARLES CARROLL of Carrollton.
RICHARD HENRY LEE,
THS. NELSON, JR.,
FRANCIS LIGHTFOOT LEE,
THOS. HAYWARD, JUNR.,
THOMAS LYNCH, JUNR.,
Have a Happy Independence day, and may we never forget the risks taken for an ideal, and the responsibility that was taken to accompany it. It was not a decision that should be taken lightly or made comparison to today. There is nothing comparable today. That's why they deserve the capital "M."
10 years agochaospatient
Because, you know, you guys knew we even went somewhere to begin with. Heh, oops.
We just got back earlier from Morgantown. Yep, we made a trip up home, which was for all intensive purposes . . . crazy. A quick word of advice - if you have myriad things to do 1200 miles away, you'd better be prepared to pound into them like a pornstar. you just can't stop if you want to get everything you need to done in a short span.
Outside of that, we did have time to take care of business, hang out with a friend - which has it's own funny story, which I'll save for later - kidnap another friend in the area from Miami, and above all, see Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.
On that last note, my professional film critique is as follows: Michael Bay - Blow the Fuck out of EVERYTHING <CAPSLOCK necessary>. Optimus Prime - Badass. Bumblebee - Badass. Shia Laboeff - Better, but needs more work. Megan Fox - Thank you for not quitting us. Movie as a Whole - 2 and a half hours of pure BADASSARY.
Beyond that, I've been traveling the better part of two days, and am now going to go collapse.
See you All around the Interwebs.
10 years agochaospatient
So, as you all may have read in the previous journal - which, amazingly, was a mere week ago (amazing, I know) - my best friend came down to visit. This, by the way was a great time to be had. You see, I haven't seen my 'sister' since September, when she played the part of Best Man - er, Woman.
Anyway, she pulled the plane on into MIA about 21.30 on Monday night. Last Monday, the 8th, for those of you out there keeping score. We proceeded to bring her back to the apartment, at which point the Mrs. and I along with my sister decided to catch up then, as opposed to the next morning. All went well and fine.
We went to our respective beds.
Tuesday, we took her to this great little Cuban restaurant across the street, which was tasty. As always. We then moved on to show her around the area, and she was able to confirm the claim that we have just about everything and anything you could want or need all inside of two blocks from the apartment. Outside of that, Ally and I had a nice chat - one of many, which was nice, to be honest.
Wednesday, though, was adventure day. We headed out for the Keys, yet again. We left early enough that we got to Marathon, about halfway between the Mainland and Key West, around 10.30. Not too shabby. We then went to the beach, turning each and every one of us three into Lobsters. But we saw Dolphins. Jumping around. In the Wild. Then we hit up this great little seafood shop - The Wreck - for lunch and made our way back home. The rest of the evening was spent putting lotion on ourselves to try and ease the burns. Good times.
Thursday, we didn't do too much, really . . . just more catching up and chatting around. Again, very nice. You see, my sister and I go way back, and we just kind of pick up conversation like that. Just part of us. And so, it was nice that evening when we all got back from another little place we knew and started drinking. The conversation went a little more private between the tree of us, and I think we all got a lot out of it. Which was sweet. And no, not in any kind of closed doors way, just, we got down to some old things coming back up, and gave each other advice. Then it was again, off to our respective beds.
Friday, ah, Friday. You guys know how much fun it can be to get up at 5.00 . . . yeah?
Actually, it kind of sucked dropping Ally of at the airport. Three days was not enough to catch up with my old friend. But, that's how the time worked out. It was still really nice to see her again, and catch up. I think we all needed it, especially Ally and Monica. Ally to help find herself again - this was the first stop on a road trip for her. Monica, I think needed this visit like I did, in that it was someone who knew us from West Virginia, and could come down here outside of home and keep up with us. An old friend in a new home, so to speak.
Either way, I'll miss her and hope she stops by again, sooner rather than later.
And I'll catch up with you guys again, probably later rather than sooner. But you know you love it that way.
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