Finished penciling Paulie's tattoo to give the artist an idea of shading and color. Been a LONG....LONG time since I have broken out my Prisma Colors. -Matt

I know who I am calling next time I need a plumber. -Matt

Paulie's son Caleb was our SuChef for the evening. And we got the bidness done. Mucho thanks to Gil and Paulie. -Matt

Shooter was my SuChef last night. Larry, Gil, and myself along with a special appearance from Triple Threat worked the kitchen and got slammed as soon as we opened. Funny how people forget that the cooks are members too, and volunteer their time when it comes to the dining room. Oh well. Sandbox mentality applies in this place. -Matt

Call it a robot or a techno puppet show, this clip of Jules is freaky but impressive.
"By the time you're grown up, I'll be as smart as a real person, and we'll be like brothers. I do not know if you'll remember me then, but I will never forget you. Someday I'll come and find you, and we'll be friends."
All I can say is wow. -Matt

Holy sweet mother of Moses! ... I love me just as much as everyone else, but not this much. Damn the Sidekick for saying mail could not be sent, or should I damn T-Mobile's coverage in my area.... or maybe just maybe... should I just damn the man with plan and the Sidekick... "IRregardless" sorry for just now being able to check HN and seeing that despite what my sidekick tells me, mail DOES infact go through. My bad.... Great. Now I am late for work. See? Karma DOES exisit. My.....bad HN... My...Bad.

It's Friday Nation... Make it a good one. -Matt

Having finished my year as ER (just check my back posts in July for the meaning) the last order of business is to retire my picture that has been on display at the entry way of the lodge from April 06-07 to the wall in our meeting room with photos dating back to 1952. A lot of faces, a lot of names.
I have spent many a time looking at those faces drawing inspiration from them over the course of my year, and now- I am one with them. It was a long year, one that truly tested my metal and in the end, I can say through the good and bad, I weathered the storm OK.


-Matt

Having finished my year as ER (just check my back posts in July for the meaning) the last order of business is to retire my picture that has been on display at the entry way of the lodge from April 06-07 to the wall in our meeting room with photos dating back to 1952. A lot of faces, a lot of names.
I have spent many a time looking at those faces drawing inspiration from them over the course of my year, and now- I am one with them. It was a long year, one that truly tested my metal and in the end, I can say through the good and bad, I weathered the storm OK.

-Matt

Having finished my year as ER (just check my back posts in July for the meaning) the last order of business is to retire my picture that has been on display at the entry way of the lodge from April 06-07 to the wall in our meeting room with photos dating back to 1952. A lot of faces, a lot of names.
I have spent many a time looking at those faces drawing inspiration from them over the course of my year, and now- I am one with them. It was a long year, one that truly tested my metal and in the end, I can say through the good and bad, I weathered the storm OK. -Matt

WOULD I?! That is the thought that rushed through my head as I began a journey of imaginative thoughts of what could only be a cornucopia of flavor with the words "Onion Ring" and "Sauce". My heart fluttered in anticipation as I tore through my billfold searching for my debit card to pay the $3.26 so I could at last be within grasp of my afternoon delight. Gnashing my foot forward against the accelarator, I raced through the "drive thru" grabbing the brown bag used to deliver the method to what has now turned into onion ring madness. Oh sweet ambrosia- what will it taste like? Will it simply put me into another realm of taste sensation, or will the sensory overload drop me into an FDA approved Burger King coma? Oh the suspense!
At last, I arrive back to work, rifling through the bag forsaking the catsup and burgers to find the hidden jewel of my fancy nestled against the soft warm paper sleeve that holds the onion rings, like a child held in the comfort and warmth of a loving mothers womb. Plucking it gently from the bag my mind can barely comprehend what I am reading- Zesty. OMFG, this truly a dream come true! Now we have added the last element to the equation of everlasting happiness. Onion Ring+Sauce+Zesty=Get in my belly- oh sweet mercy get...in...my...belly.
As I tear open the lid, I see what can only be described as molten Pimento cheese spread....*POOF* fantasy over.... Now fear and uncertainty fill the spot that once was home to joy and excitement. Dipping the Onion Ring into "Zesty" and devouring it, my mouth is not exploding with savory joy and goodness, but then again it is not spitting it out either... it's just... there. I can't really describe the flavor, or whether or not it can be filed under "Tasty" or "Disgusting", rather it is simply- there. Existing in a purgatory of my senses.
Conclusion. Delicious? Dunno... Horrid? Can't really say. Will I have it again? Who can say. It appears the mad scientists at the Burger King have created the Untaste. -Matt