The Poconos Park Place Log

in three years we'll be... under thirty-five.   (ouch)


and now you know why there's a flashlight in my jacket pocket.  as an aside, how do people in snow-prone areas not know to rock the car when stuck in - or in this case, on - a drift?  btw, i recommend you not be too hard on the kid: his crappy torch was still better than the ones none of you had with you.  (for those curious, "the sun" is a Streamlight TL-3 with Carley H1499-BF.)


are you sure it's not /ā'-on/?
    oh, yeah... /ā'-on/.  you might be correct, since you've never *seen* it.
but the A is first...
    it's in bondage.


remember the Wide World of Sports (specifically, the Agony of Defeat)?  well, anything that doesn't kill you makes for a good story.  of course, anything that *does* makes a better one for someone else.

(sigh)  fine...   we were going down the hill as a loose conglomerate - as opposed to a streamlined train - and one of us got a little too tricky for my own good.  simultaneously with a dramatic camera pan, the RPG hit the side of the tube, flipping it over.  i was then run over in a valiant attempt to keep me from sliding excessively by slowing me down, though not enough to keep my glasses from being dragged off and my ear becoming snow-packed.  luckily though, my right temple absorbed most of the force, keeping the bruises at bay.


do you want neosporin for that?
    no, i don't put things on things.  (yes, i heard you.)


i heard *you* too, and i don't care what you say: even she can't tell me some of those names aren't different just for the sake of being different.


super tree run.  you mock that which you do not understand.


this was fun.  i wish we could have weekends like this more often.
    well if you would just accept Jesus Christ into your life...