Well, I moved the blog, anyhow.
http://www.kidmagine.com/indeliblebluepen/
All my posts are there and everything.
You may wonder why I moved my blog. The reason is simple (and kinda silly from the non-webmaster standpoint.) Having a blog on one's website increases the search engine ratings, so yeah. As a bonus, I get a little more control over the layout and such.
Anyhow, I hope to see you on the new blog.
TTFN!
-Jason McDonald
Monday, May 3, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Meet Sigmund
Sigmund was "born" while I was taking the state standardized test (see "Looks Like a Duck to Me!"). When I came home, I redrew the first cartoon. Since then, I've drawn a few more, and several ideas are already in the works.
Sigmund is a typical teenaged dragon. He's inquisitive, adventurous, and a little clumsy. He resides at a castle in the dark ages, presumably living among the knights and peasants. He earns his keep by helping to protect the kingdom from invaders, and in exchange is free to do just about anything he likes.
The cartoons never actually feature any dialogue, with each panel being explained by a cursive caption. Additionally, none of the humans ever appear, though some later panels will involve off-screen third parties.
Perhaps the best way to introduce these cartoons is to ask Sigmund himself a little more about them.
(Click on each image to see the whole thing.)
--
Jason: I think "Nap Attack" is fairly explanatory. Anything you'd like to say about it?
Sigmund: Yeah. People underestimate how much energy knight-roasting really takes. Especially when you're also trying to dodge arrows mid-flight. Moral of the story - support your local dragon. Keep the coffee pot full.
--
Jason: I'm surprised the chicken got that close to you.
Sigmund: I'm not. The chickens aren't scared of me in the least. I think they consider me an over-sized rooster. The actual rooster is pretty jealous. I avoid him.
--
Jason: What happened here? Crash landing?
Sigmund: *Blush* No comment.
--
Jason: Is this from the aforementioned crash landing?
Sigmund: Ha ha, no. Rolled over onto a rosebush in my sleep. Once the doc got all the thorns out and cleaned me up, I healed pretty fast. The rosebush, on the other hand? Perhaps the less said, the better...
Sigmund is a typical teenaged dragon. He's inquisitive, adventurous, and a little clumsy. He resides at a castle in the dark ages, presumably living among the knights and peasants. He earns his keep by helping to protect the kingdom from invaders, and in exchange is free to do just about anything he likes.
The cartoons never actually feature any dialogue, with each panel being explained by a cursive caption. Additionally, none of the humans ever appear, though some later panels will involve off-screen third parties.
Perhaps the best way to introduce these cartoons is to ask Sigmund himself a little more about them.
(Click on each image to see the whole thing.)
--
Jason: I think "Nap Attack" is fairly explanatory. Anything you'd like to say about it?
Sigmund: Yeah. People underestimate how much energy knight-roasting really takes. Especially when you're also trying to dodge arrows mid-flight. Moral of the story - support your local dragon. Keep the coffee pot full.
--
Jason: I'm surprised the chicken got that close to you.
Sigmund: I'm not. The chickens aren't scared of me in the least. I think they consider me an over-sized rooster. The actual rooster is pretty jealous. I avoid him.
--
Jason: What happened here? Crash landing?
Sigmund: *Blush* No comment.
--
Jason: Is this from the aforementioned crash landing?
Sigmund: Ha ha, no. Rolled over onto a rosebush in my sleep. Once the doc got all the thorns out and cleaned me up, I healed pretty fast. The rosebush, on the other hand? Perhaps the less said, the better...
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Thank God They Haven't Invented Artificial Intelligence Yet...
I am sitting at my computer desk, staring at an old decrepit laptop, a pair of pliers, and a set of mini screwdrivers.
And I'm half tempted to go get a hammer.
My Aunt Brenda gave me a USB card that I would be attempting to install in my laptop right now, if I could get the blasted case open. Toshiba built their computers a little TOO well, me thinks. I got all of the drives, screws, and whatnot out of the bottom part of the case, so theoretically, the bottom lid should just pop right off. Ha ha.
My laptop, a Toshiba Satellite Pro (which predates the Aztec Empire by about six years), is so out of date, the thing is an absolute relic. It runs Windows 98 (thanks to an upgrade by someone who actually knew what in heck he was doing,) and it is a pretty reliable computer for clattering away on...assuming you don't want to actually KEEP anything you write.
Which is the whole reason why I got a USB card. The right side of the laptop consists of two PCI slots, and two serial ports, the likes of which I have never seen before in my life. One is for my floppy drive, which, if I got a USB hub working, I wouldn't need. The other is for some time of monitor that probably went out with the Nixon era.
This isn't my first case of computer repair. I've done a lot of software work on computers in the past, with relative success. But this is the first time I actually did any work with hardware, and without an owner's manual. This thing is so old, I suspect that the owner's manual is probably written in old Anglo-Saxon (early English.)
Windows XP is the most common target of my amateur repair work. I'm sorry...I used to love Microsoft, but after the new CEO and the Windows ME fiasco, I can't stand them.
To make a long story short, their business practices have lead to some pretty drastic shortcomings in their software. (Hey, why do you think they named it WINDOWS?)
I'm gonna take the laptop to my Aunt tomorrow, to see if she can lend any help to the project. We're both someone amateur (her less than me, since she took a computer programming class some time back), so our combined effort won't have much more than about a 70% chance of success.
We basically invented a form of computer work called Kamikaze Programming. We actually managed to "repair" a computer to the point of it not having an operating system. And we forgot the book disk. Go figure.
Later that same day, we started an installation of Windows NT on another PC, only to realize after overwriting the old files that we had lost the CD key. And again, no boot disk.
Oops.
When we found later that the remaining three computer towers needed major repair (one of them had a dusty logic board, and nothing else,) Aunt Brenda opted to get rid of the computer parts and cases. Can't say I blame her. We know when we've been beat.
Thank God they haven't invented artificial intelligence yet. Computers are aggravating enough as it is. The last thing we need is our computers talking BACK to us.
TTFN,
-Jason McDonald
And I'm half tempted to go get a hammer.
My Aunt Brenda gave me a USB card that I would be attempting to install in my laptop right now, if I could get the blasted case open. Toshiba built their computers a little TOO well, me thinks. I got all of the drives, screws, and whatnot out of the bottom part of the case, so theoretically, the bottom lid should just pop right off. Ha ha.
My laptop, a Toshiba Satellite Pro (which predates the Aztec Empire by about six years), is so out of date, the thing is an absolute relic. It runs Windows 98 (thanks to an upgrade by someone who actually knew what in heck he was doing,) and it is a pretty reliable computer for clattering away on...assuming you don't want to actually KEEP anything you write.
Which is the whole reason why I got a USB card. The right side of the laptop consists of two PCI slots, and two serial ports, the likes of which I have never seen before in my life. One is for my floppy drive, which, if I got a USB hub working, I wouldn't need. The other is for some time of monitor that probably went out with the Nixon era.
This isn't my first case of computer repair. I've done a lot of software work on computers in the past, with relative success. But this is the first time I actually did any work with hardware, and without an owner's manual. This thing is so old, I suspect that the owner's manual is probably written in old Anglo-Saxon (early English.)
Windows XP is the most common target of my amateur repair work. I'm sorry...I used to love Microsoft, but after the new CEO and the Windows ME fiasco, I can't stand them.
To make a long story short, their business practices have lead to some pretty drastic shortcomings in their software. (Hey, why do you think they named it WINDOWS?)
I'm gonna take the laptop to my Aunt tomorrow, to see if she can lend any help to the project. We're both someone amateur (her less than me, since she took a computer programming class some time back), so our combined effort won't have much more than about a 70% chance of success.
We basically invented a form of computer work called Kamikaze Programming. We actually managed to "repair" a computer to the point of it not having an operating system. And we forgot the book disk. Go figure.
Later that same day, we started an installation of Windows NT on another PC, only to realize after overwriting the old files that we had lost the CD key. And again, no boot disk.
Oops.
When we found later that the remaining three computer towers needed major repair (one of them had a dusty logic board, and nothing else,) Aunt Brenda opted to get rid of the computer parts and cases. Can't say I blame her. We know when we've been beat.
Thank God they haven't invented artificial intelligence yet. Computers are aggravating enough as it is. The last thing we need is our computers talking BACK to us.
TTFN,
-Jason McDonald
Friday, April 16, 2010
Looks like a duck to me!
Is it just me, or is everyone in existence super-busy this week? There's no way I can find out for sure, of course. No one has time for a poll.
So, I've been getting up early almost every morning for the past week, and I am exhausted. I thought spring break was time to relax. Hmm...
I do know part of the reason I'm so tired is that I had to do the Washington State High School Proficiency Exam (HSPE). Which is merely a re-named version of the dreaded WASL.
In the words of one of the kids that was doing the test at the desk next to me - "Looks like the WASL. *SNIFF* Smells like the WASL."
Which probably means it is.
Sigh. That was two days of brain-numbingly dull and unproductive early mornings. Just about everyone finished at least an hour and a half before the allotted test time ended. That thing is way too easy, IMHO. :/
At least they handed out scratch paper to the students who were finished (though they had to keep everything for "security" reasons.) So, I drew a cartoon, which I later re-did at home. Its posted at the end of this blog entry.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the non-math vocabulary list they handed out with the WASL. This list defined all of the words used in the word problems in the test, so there could be no confusion. Which seems all well and good, until you read the list.
Anyone here who doesn't know what "babysitting," "bean bag animal," and "earthworm" mean? Remember, this is on a high school test.
I took one look at the list and turned to the girl next to me. "Honestly," I said, "If someone doesn't know what these words mean, chances are they've already failed the reading and writing portions of the test we took last week."
The proctor explained the list as a way of ensuring that no one is unable to answer a question on account of non-math vocabulary they might not be familiar with.
However, after thinking about that, the explanation doesn't really make sense. Whether babysitting means watching the child or sitting ON the child, the point is, the girl is making such-and-such a wage per hour, and she worked a certain number of hours. Math formulas are a constant.
Anyhow, I'm just glad that I don't have to take the WASL again. I am pretty confident I passed the test, so now I can just look back at it and mock it.
Leave it to the government to say that if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and swims like a duck, its a goose.
Looks like a duck to me!
TTFN,
-Jason McDonald
P.S. I'm taking another test next week, called a MAP test. It is done on the computer (GREEN!!!), and actually evaluates what the student knows by using an adapting set of questions.
Yo, Randy Dorn! PLEASE use MAP testing next time!
"After a long morning of roasting enemy soldiers, Sigmund, the castle's resident dragon, was shocked to discover that no one had remembered to put coffee on the shopping list.
(Sorry about this being sideways. Scanner giving me fits.)
So, I've been getting up early almost every morning for the past week, and I am exhausted. I thought spring break was time to relax. Hmm...
I do know part of the reason I'm so tired is that I had to do the Washington State High School Proficiency Exam (HSPE). Which is merely a re-named version of the dreaded WASL.
In the words of one of the kids that was doing the test at the desk next to me - "Looks like the WASL. *SNIFF* Smells like the WASL."
Which probably means it is.
Sigh. That was two days of brain-numbingly dull and unproductive early mornings. Just about everyone finished at least an hour and a half before the allotted test time ended. That thing is way too easy, IMHO. :/
At least they handed out scratch paper to the students who were finished (though they had to keep everything for "security" reasons.) So, I drew a cartoon, which I later re-did at home. Its posted at the end of this blog entry.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the non-math vocabulary list they handed out with the WASL. This list defined all of the words used in the word problems in the test, so there could be no confusion. Which seems all well and good, until you read the list.
Anyone here who doesn't know what "babysitting," "bean bag animal," and "earthworm" mean? Remember, this is on a high school test.
I took one look at the list and turned to the girl next to me. "Honestly," I said, "If someone doesn't know what these words mean, chances are they've already failed the reading and writing portions of the test we took last week."
The proctor explained the list as a way of ensuring that no one is unable to answer a question on account of non-math vocabulary they might not be familiar with.
However, after thinking about that, the explanation doesn't really make sense. Whether babysitting means watching the child or sitting ON the child, the point is, the girl is making such-and-such a wage per hour, and she worked a certain number of hours. Math formulas are a constant.
Anyhow, I'm just glad that I don't have to take the WASL again. I am pretty confident I passed the test, so now I can just look back at it and mock it.
Leave it to the government to say that if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and swims like a duck, its a goose.
Looks like a duck to me!
TTFN,
-Jason McDonald
P.S. I'm taking another test next week, called a MAP test. It is done on the computer (GREEN!!!), and actually evaluates what the student knows by using an adapting set of questions.
Yo, Randy Dorn! PLEASE use MAP testing next time!
"After a long morning of roasting enemy soldiers, Sigmund, the castle's resident dragon, was shocked to discover that no one had remembered to put coffee on the shopping list.
(Sorry about this being sideways. Scanner giving me fits.)
Thursday, April 8, 2010
On the Subject of Communication, Magorium Logic, and Carrollean Prose
My family is a weird one.
But then, I'm pretty weird myself. So we're a good match.
We have a rather unique way of communicating, through one-liners, word play, left-field comments, double entendres, reverse logic, and literal interpretation of figures of speech.
Which, if you've read anything on this blog, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.
The primary cause for this form of communication is that my mother and I are both writers, as are many of our family members.
I might need to add a side note here that we "adopt" most of our family INTO the family as aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, sisters, brothers, etc. So, most of our family, we aren't even related to.
That's why we have so many writers in our family. We're friends with so many, gradually they got sucked into the vortex of our family tree. Not that they seemed to mind one bit. It is always helpful to have someone as crazy as you are around to bounce ideas and one-liners off of.
My poor father is not a writer, so we tend to confuse him a bit in other areas. But, he has his own license for weirdness, so he usually adopts (and sometimes contributes) little quirks to our own brand of communication.
And the rest of the world looks on in complete confusion.
One of my favorite forms of unique communication in my family is something I coined "Magorium Logic." This comes from the wonderful movie "Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium," starring Dustin Hoffman, Natalie Portman, and Jason Bateman.
The characters, especially Mr. Magorium, tend to use a form of logic that, at first seems to be complete non-sense, until you think about it. For example, when Eric, a boy who works at the Emporium, is visiting Mr. Magorium in the hospital, he brings a euphonium.
The doctor asks where Eric found it, and Eric replied "in a supply closet."
"We don't store musical instruments in our supply closets," replies the doctor.
"Well, where else could I have found it?"
Magorium logic at its best.
The other type of communication that I especially enjoy involves the reverse logic and literal interpretation. I was reading the Annotated Alice (which I highly recommend), and I figured out what to call it - Carrollean Prose. This form of communication appears quite often in "Alice in Wonderland" and "Alice Through the Looking Glass."
The word play, however, is my favorite element of communication in my family. Case and point - my Mom and I were driving by a pizza place, and we saw on their board out front, "Buy large Hawaiian, 14.99, get a small Cowboy free."
Well, hey, we can get a Samoan bodyguard and a little ranch hand for under 20 bucks!
I even have my own unique way of answering the phone, using word play:
"Harpo Marx translation services. We know honk about language."
So, if you're getting bored with the English language, spice things up like my family does!
But choose your words wisely. Otherwise, you'll wind up making the same mistake the Mrs. Dash makers did in one of their commercials...
"Add a shake of Mrs. Dash, and watch your dinner move!"
No thank you.
Ta ta for now!
-Jason McDonald
But then, I'm pretty weird myself. So we're a good match.
We have a rather unique way of communicating, through one-liners, word play, left-field comments, double entendres, reverse logic, and literal interpretation of figures of speech.
Which, if you've read anything on this blog, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.
The primary cause for this form of communication is that my mother and I are both writers, as are many of our family members.
I might need to add a side note here that we "adopt" most of our family INTO the family as aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, sisters, brothers, etc. So, most of our family, we aren't even related to.
That's why we have so many writers in our family. We're friends with so many, gradually they got sucked into the vortex of our family tree. Not that they seemed to mind one bit. It is always helpful to have someone as crazy as you are around to bounce ideas and one-liners off of.
My poor father is not a writer, so we tend to confuse him a bit in other areas. But, he has his own license for weirdness, so he usually adopts (and sometimes contributes) little quirks to our own brand of communication.
And the rest of the world looks on in complete confusion.
One of my favorite forms of unique communication in my family is something I coined "Magorium Logic." This comes from the wonderful movie "Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium," starring Dustin Hoffman, Natalie Portman, and Jason Bateman.
The characters, especially Mr. Magorium, tend to use a form of logic that, at first seems to be complete non-sense, until you think about it. For example, when Eric, a boy who works at the Emporium, is visiting Mr. Magorium in the hospital, he brings a euphonium.
The doctor asks where Eric found it, and Eric replied "in a supply closet."
"We don't store musical instruments in our supply closets," replies the doctor.
"Well, where else could I have found it?"
Magorium logic at its best.
The other type of communication that I especially enjoy involves the reverse logic and literal interpretation. I was reading the Annotated Alice (which I highly recommend), and I figured out what to call it - Carrollean Prose. This form of communication appears quite often in "Alice in Wonderland" and "Alice Through the Looking Glass."
The word play, however, is my favorite element of communication in my family. Case and point - my Mom and I were driving by a pizza place, and we saw on their board out front, "Buy large Hawaiian, 14.99, get a small Cowboy free."
Well, hey, we can get a Samoan bodyguard and a little ranch hand for under 20 bucks!
I even have my own unique way of answering the phone, using word play:
"Harpo Marx translation services. We know honk about language."
So, if you're getting bored with the English language, spice things up like my family does!
But choose your words wisely. Otherwise, you'll wind up making the same mistake the Mrs. Dash makers did in one of their commercials...
"Add a shake of Mrs. Dash, and watch your dinner move!"
No thank you.
Ta ta for now!
-Jason McDonald
A Slightly Unfocused Attempt to Explain the Inexplicable Me
Hey, whaddayaknow, I finally got around to my first blog post. I will be honest, I have never been able to maintain a regular journal, so this whole blog idea is going to be interesting. Though it helps that I am *relatively* free to talk about whatever is on my mind, here, and I don't have to write it out by hand.
I think the latter had a lot to do with the fact I never journaled for more than two weeks at a time. Hmm.
Anyhow, coming up with good blog posts shouldn't be too tough, actually. I tend to "rabbit trail" a lot, meaning I get off subject. (Thus why I usually fill in the post title LAST.)
Another first occurred this week. Well, actually, I don't know if I'd call it a first, exactly. But it is in same category.
I digress.
I turned 18 recently, making me "officially" an adult. That has its benefits, since now I don't have to worry about all the "must be 18 or older" stuff. Which means I can legally see any movie in the theater, drive, live on my own, get married, or buy things from television commercials.
Not that I want to do any of the above.
Yeah, uh huh, I saw that double take. You probably want to take a moment and re-read the above list. I'll pause and let you do that.
...
Okay, that's enough. Back to the blog post.
Perhaps I should expound a little on WHY I don't want to do any of the above. Well, this is my first blog post, so I guess a little introduction is in order. I'll do my best, but I must warn you. I tend to be inexplicable.
First, why don't I want to drive? Shocker: I don't have a license. Never have. After I bonked my head a couple years back, my eye-hand coordination and concentration went out the window. It has recovered quite a bit, but NOT to the point that I can really drive.
Besides, my driving in Mario Kart leaves a lot to be desired as it is. Do ya'll REALLY want me on the highway system?
As to living on my own, well...there's a time when I will. But I figured out a while back that dorm life is not so conducive to studying. Not just the noise factor, but the fact that I'd have to cook and clean for myself and, well, I don't figure I'm gonna have the time when I'm cramming to get into med school.
Which leads me to why I'm not getting married yet. I don't have a girlfriend, or even a prospective girlfriend, and I don't plan on starting that just yet. Med school + girlfriend = complete disaster. Thus, I'm waiting until after med school for romance.
About buying things from television commercials, I think that one is rather self-explanatory. I don't have money, and I really don't need Ginsu knives or miracle eyelash crimpers. (Which begs the question: who does?)
Finally, I don't want to see any movie that is for "18 or older," because it simply means that there is something in there that I really don't need to be watching anyway.
I try not to do anything that doesn't honor God, not as a way of earning love or being "holier than thou." I figure that God has a perfectly good reason for the rules. Besides, since Christ died so I wouldn't have to, the very least I can do is live my redeemed life to honor Him. My relationship with Jesus provides me with everything I could possibly need, so I don't need to break the rules to be happy.
That is also the reason why I don't (and don't plan to) smoke, drink, do drugs, make out with any girl OTHER than my wife (once I'm married), or take part in anything that is going to influence me to break any of the aforementioned morals.
Summing the last three paragraphs up: I'm a sold out Jesus Freak.
So, yeah, I don't fit the mold what most people thing youth should be like. I'm rebellious that way. :D
While we're on the subject of not fitting stereotypes, I should mention that I'm 6'6". People walk up to me all the time and say, "Wow, you are tall! Do you play basketball?"
Nope. For the same reason I don't drive. My eye-hand coordination is zip.
Instead, I have a part time job doing mid-flight refueling for jet liners. It really saves money...they just need me and a really long gas pump hose.
Now, if you want to know more about me, I'd recommend reading my profile. It has quite a few little tidbits of information that you'd be interested in.
And if you still want to know more, keep checking back here. I can talk the hind legs off of a mule, so I'll probably have another blog post up before you can even finish reading this one.
Go figure.
Ta ta for now!
-Jason McDonad
I think the latter had a lot to do with the fact I never journaled for more than two weeks at a time. Hmm.
Anyhow, coming up with good blog posts shouldn't be too tough, actually. I tend to "rabbit trail" a lot, meaning I get off subject. (Thus why I usually fill in the post title LAST.)
Another first occurred this week. Well, actually, I don't know if I'd call it a first, exactly. But it is in same category.
I digress.
I turned 18 recently, making me "officially" an adult. That has its benefits, since now I don't have to worry about all the "must be 18 or older" stuff. Which means I can legally see any movie in the theater, drive, live on my own, get married, or buy things from television commercials.
Not that I want to do any of the above.
Yeah, uh huh, I saw that double take. You probably want to take a moment and re-read the above list. I'll pause and let you do that.
...
Okay, that's enough. Back to the blog post.
Perhaps I should expound a little on WHY I don't want to do any of the above. Well, this is my first blog post, so I guess a little introduction is in order. I'll do my best, but I must warn you. I tend to be inexplicable.
First, why don't I want to drive? Shocker: I don't have a license. Never have. After I bonked my head a couple years back, my eye-hand coordination and concentration went out the window. It has recovered quite a bit, but NOT to the point that I can really drive.
Besides, my driving in Mario Kart leaves a lot to be desired as it is. Do ya'll REALLY want me on the highway system?
As to living on my own, well...there's a time when I will. But I figured out a while back that dorm life is not so conducive to studying. Not just the noise factor, but the fact that I'd have to cook and clean for myself and, well, I don't figure I'm gonna have the time when I'm cramming to get into med school.
Which leads me to why I'm not getting married yet. I don't have a girlfriend, or even a prospective girlfriend, and I don't plan on starting that just yet. Med school + girlfriend = complete disaster. Thus, I'm waiting until after med school for romance.
About buying things from television commercials, I think that one is rather self-explanatory. I don't have money, and I really don't need Ginsu knives or miracle eyelash crimpers. (Which begs the question: who does?)
Finally, I don't want to see any movie that is for "18 or older," because it simply means that there is something in there that I really don't need to be watching anyway.
I try not to do anything that doesn't honor God, not as a way of earning love or being "holier than thou." I figure that God has a perfectly good reason for the rules. Besides, since Christ died so I wouldn't have to, the very least I can do is live my redeemed life to honor Him. My relationship with Jesus provides me with everything I could possibly need, so I don't need to break the rules to be happy.
That is also the reason why I don't (and don't plan to) smoke, drink, do drugs, make out with any girl OTHER than my wife (once I'm married), or take part in anything that is going to influence me to break any of the aforementioned morals.
Summing the last three paragraphs up: I'm a sold out Jesus Freak.
So, yeah, I don't fit the mold what most people thing youth should be like. I'm rebellious that way. :D
While we're on the subject of not fitting stereotypes, I should mention that I'm 6'6". People walk up to me all the time and say, "Wow, you are tall! Do you play basketball?"
Nope. For the same reason I don't drive. My eye-hand coordination is zip.
Instead, I have a part time job doing mid-flight refueling for jet liners. It really saves money...they just need me and a really long gas pump hose.
Now, if you want to know more about me, I'd recommend reading my profile. It has quite a few little tidbits of information that you'd be interested in.
And if you still want to know more, keep checking back here. I can talk the hind legs off of a mule, so I'll probably have another blog post up before you can even finish reading this one.
Go figure.
Ta ta for now!
-Jason McDonad
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