Rand-O-Blog (A Blog of Sorts)
July 30, 2003
There is a new journal entry on "Single Parenthood."
I guess it's a way of getting some things out of my system.
Posted at 2 AM (EST)
July 15, 2003
If you're looking for me, I ain't here until July 21, baby! I'll be camping in Virginia at Assateague Island.
It's a beautiful place! Lots of wildlife, including wild ponies.
So here's what I'll be doing...
Heh heh! Pony roasting time!
I can see the animal rights activists lining up to protest already!*
So let me annoy the vegetarians too! Here's a pic that someone recently emailed to me...
Mmmm, Mmmm, Moose!
See ya'll later!
(* Anyone caught protesting around my campsite will be promptly skewered and roasted!)
Posted at 12:26 PM (EST)
July 14, 2003
There was a fire in our town yesterday. Rumor has it that the fire was started by a 5 year old boy playing with matches
in his bedroom. Thankfully, no one was injured. But the house appeared to be fully gutted by the flames.
At first, I felt a little like the "Paparazzi" chasing after photo ops. Then I saw a few professional photographers and
just imitated their gait and style. Rather than looking for the sensational shots, I tried to focus on some "in action"
photographs of the firefighters and rescue workers.
Fire in Washington, NJ
Posted at 12:00 Noon (EST)
July 13, 2003
A picture speaks a thousand words... beautiful ones!
Posted at 12:30 AM (EST)
July 11, 2003
1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?
The earliest best friend that I can remember was Alan "I-Have-No-Idea-How-To-Spell-His-Last-Name." We met
when we were around 5 years old. It was a love/hate kind of friendship. We were always trying to out-do each
other. We used to get into fist fights with each other and keep track of how many we each won. One time he chased
me all the way home. We pounded on each other right
at my front door. The door was locked. My mom was vacuuming the living room just inside. She refused to open the
door. (???) I got shoved into the rose bushes.
2. Are you still in touch with this person?
No, my family split up and moved when I was 9. (No, they didn't leave me behind. Mom finally let me in) If I do
meet up with Alan "I-Have-No-Idea......" I'll have to deck him because I think he was one fight up on me when we moved.
3. Do you have a current close friend?
4. How did you become friends with this person?
We met at a church. We are both divorced and share similar experiences and points of view.
5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?
There are a few friends from the past that I wish I was still in contact with. One because I think
she probably cared about me more than anyone other girl ever did. Another because she was better looking
than any other girl ever was. And another friend because we used to be like brothers... But I offended him.
Posted at 2:45 (EST)
July 10, 2003
I did this quiz today to rate my website. Look how it rates:
What rating is your journal?
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"General Audience. All ages admitted to your journal. This signifies that your journal contains nothing most people will consider offensive. Nudity, sex, and talk of drug use are basically absent; violence is minimal; snippets of your journal may go beyond polite conversation but do not go beyond common everyday expressions."
Hmmm... I'm not so sure. Just read about Voodoo Peeps below. Or what about my foul-mouthed rant (the one and only on this site) on July 3 down below? Seems like I need a little Parental Guidance around here maybe.
Posted at 2:45 PM (EST)
July 9, 2003
Ever feel like biting someone's head off? Have a few people on your scene who deserve to have their heads
chewed off and spit out like a piece of rancid beef? Would you do it if you knew you could get away with it?
Well... Until you come up with your plan for the perfect head chomping crime, I've got a little diversion for you.
VOODOO PEEPS! These little peckers are oh so willing to vicariously give their lives in place of the big peckers in your life
who really deserve to have there heads gnawed off. And it keeps you out of trouble!
First, start with a fresh box of marshmallow Peeps at Easter time. Remove the wrapping and put the box away somewhere.
Forget about it until July.
Then, when some fowl excuse for a human being gets your tail feathers all in a knot, remove one of your little Peep friends from
the box. (Note: Though you are peeved and all in a huff like a hen who just laid the mother of all eggs, be gentle in removing
the Peep so as not to tear the guts out of his fellow beside him. You will need him at a later date for sure. Jerks of a feather flock
together. If you have one jerk in your life, more are bound to follow.) Carefully position the Peep within your finger tips, using your
pinky as a perch for your sugar-feathered friend.
Step three, the most satisfying part of the process: With gusto and delight, with soaring abandon, yet with precision, bite the hell out of
his little soft body and rip his head right off his mallow shoulders! Do it as a starved buzzard who hasn't seen a rotting carcass in weeks!
Birds do not have teeth, but you do! Do your carnivorous worst! Bare those canines! Chomp down! Fill his jugular with all of your venemous
But! Before you swallow, savor the moment! Toss his little egg-head around within your cheeks! Allow his sticky little cranium to migrate from
one side of your mouth to the other! Suck his little brains out and feel your frustrations flock away as so many startled sparrows!
Ingest and smile!
Feel better? I knew you would! (A little birdy told me!)
May the purple Peep of happiness send droppings of peace upon you always! (Send pieces of droppings on you always?? Nah!!)
Posted at 11:55 PM (EST)
July 7, 2003
Three more galleries in the photography section:
July 4, 2003
Canoeing - South Branch of the Raritan River (Part 1)
Canoeing - South Branch of the Raritan River (Part 2)
Posted at 12:20 AM (EST)
July 3, 2003
There are three new galleries in the photography section:
Sandy Hook, NJ - Lighthouse
Sandy Hook, NJ - Beach
Sandy Hook, NJ - Fort Hancock
Posted at 3:45 PM (EST)
WARNING!! FOUL LANGUAGE APPROACHING!!
Posted at 3:45 PM (EST)
Just got this in a CNN Breaking News email...
"U.S. offers $25 million reward for information
leading to capture of Saddam Hussein, or proof of his
death, officials say."
I'm sorry, but 25 MILLION fucking dollars?????? Pardon my Arabic, but that's a lot of money! Why not spend it on our
children right here in America? Why not spend it to better the piss poor American education system? Why not give it
to those humanitarian agencies who are struggling to feed hungry children in our cities? How many humanitarian agencies
are forced to cut programs which benefit the elderly, handicapped or otherwise needy U.S. citizens due to funding cut backs
by federal and state governments? You know what? Keep our fucking money in our
own country for our own people for a fucking change, you bastards! How many middle and lower class Americans are struggling
just to make ends meet while housing costs go through the roof and our jobs fall out from beneath our feet as greedy corporations
seek to expand their profits by sending our jobs overseas? How about doing something for our own damn economy? We need to get
our heads out of our asses and our noses out of the Arabian sand. We are too worried about fixing the rest of the world while our
own country is rotting from the inside.
This has been a public service announcement from the fucker who runs this website.
Posted at 11:55 AM (EST)
July 2, 2003
Posted at 9:26 AM (EST)