Life of Brian

While circling the Lowes Motor Speedway loop road looking for the registration building, the Emperor rolled past the 93,000 mile mark.

Today’s mission was a resounding success. We spent the morning watching all variations of cars race around 3/4 of the big oval and a t-shaped infield course at the Speedway. Lunch was a taste bud tantalizing mixture of red beans and rice with andouille for me and stuffed shrimp for Donna. That was after our appetizers of Crawdaddy Fondue Dip for her and Rat Toes for me (don’t worry, I saved you some Mark.) We found some nice light hikers for Donna that were cheaper than expected and we snagged three caches (1 at the race track and 2 near the mall.)

I even have the film I kiddingly promised, but it is so lame I won’t post it. I decided to use the camera and take a short video of our friends Miatas as they went by. The movie consists of about 3 seconds of cars flashing by and then the next 12 seconds are of my (and Donna’s) feet and legs as we walk away from the fence. I forgot to push the shutter a second time to stop the movie…

We are packing up our cough medicine, decongestants, expectorants and throat lozenges and going on a day trip. We have been threatening to go to the Concord Mills Mall for several weeks now and it is high time we did.

Donna needs a new pair of hiking boots, so a trip to the Bass Pro Shop is in order. We’ve both had a hankering for the spicy food at Razzoo’s just across the parking lot from the BPS. As an extra incentive Clunk (or is it Thunk?) is racing his Miata, AKA POS, at Lowe’s Motor Speedway at NASA Firecracker Run. We are going through geocaching withdrawal too.

So we are loading up the Miata. Film at Eleven.

About a year and a half ago a friend, about the only I keep in contact with (if by contact you count exchanging Christmas cards*) asked me to check out his new Facebook page. Turns out to see anything on anyone’s Facebook page you have to join. So join I did. I looked at his page.

*Actually it is more like our wives sharing cards.

My page just sat there until a month or so ago when a couple of wives from the Miata Club decided to get an FB page. We became “friends.” Then a CD Swapper from like a half dozen years ago sends a friends request. She is followed in short order by someone who I may or may not remember from high school, Donna’s globetrotting State Department operative and her youngest brother.

I need the Facebook For Dummies book*. My “wall” is filled with constant patter of my new friends and photos and games? and gifts? and what all. But the only time I look at my wall (or anybody else’s wall for that matter) is when I get a friend request.

*When I typed that I have no idea if there actually was such a book. I suspected there was because there is a book in the ‘for Dummies’ series for everything. Probably one called Scratching Your Ass for Dummies (but I ain’t looking on Amazon for that one.) Well, sure enough there is one.

So I’m not much of a FB friend other than I’m a sucker to be people’s friends thereby helping them inflate their friend count giving them a greater sense of being popular. Every time I do log in to Facebook I get a string of people who I should be friends with, but I don’t know any of them (and the ones with slightly familiar names invariably don’t have a photo so how can I tell if I know them.)

Tonight I got one from Mr. Eyepulp himself, Andrew Hughes. Andrew is a fellow Miata owner and he blogs too. His blog post are sporadic, but that is fine because when he does post it is worth the read. Unlike here where I post everyday because I like the sound of my typing. I recognized his name and his photo, so I became Andrew’s newest friend. So I went to Andrew’s page and I was his third friend (which I consider a great honor considering we haven’t actually met in person) and he is so new, his little progress bar was barely filled in from the left.*

*Of course it might fill in from the right and Andrew is making great strides in his quest to be a Facebook Maven, I just don’t know. If only there was a book that explained things.

So good luck with conquering Facebook Andrew, I hope my being your friend helps you fill your progress bar. I’ll check back up on you next time someone asks me to be there friend. Although I will still checking the blog…

Oh, yeah, the friend who got me to join just to look at his page, he bailed, took his page down. Rat Bastard.

A lot when you are a LOST fan. The sixth and final season of the show starts in less than 7 months and now news comes that instead of just 17 hours of island madness we will be treated to 18.

If my guess as to when the sixth and final season of TDTVS starts is correct there are only 206 days to go. See more like this over at Springfield Punx where the author has just finished up a week of Ghostbuster characters.

Even better than Simpsonized characters is the Wrong Side of Art, a sight chock full of high-res scans of movie posters, specializing in ones from Horror, sci-fi, exploitation, cult, trash, B-movie posters. I linked to the gallery instead of the home page because some of the posters are NSFW and there are a few on the front page right now.

For a while now I have had the container, the name of the cache and I knew just where I wanted to hide it. Yesterday we walked into Hitchcock Woods and hid our first cache.

When we got home I averaged out the coordinates of the cache and then checked them against existing caches and decided that it was too close to a couple. One was about 1200 feet away and another was just 800 feet away. The legal limit is 500′ apart so technically it is alright, but I decided not to publish it. We really want to put some in a part of the woods where there are no caches at all yet, so next weekend we are going to move this one over there and probably plant a second one that we almost have ready over that way too.

Buddy Mark was going to the local Drive-In tonight to see the new Transformer movie. To get a good parking spot I told him to leave early because for popular first-run movies there the place really fills up fast.

If he followed my advice he left before the end of the Braves - Red Sox game today. And if he did, he missed the FRS’s very own Transformer smash the hopes of the Atlanta team by pitching the bottom of the ninth inning in typical Papel-Bot fashion.