Magic 8

Posted: Saturday, June 30, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Meribah the Pole Dancing Puppy tagged me for this eight things meme. I'm supposed to post a bunch of rules but guess what? I'm not gonna!!

Heehee!

It's my blog and you can't make me! Nana nana boo boo!

OK. Now that the childishness is out of my system...hey! Stop laughing!

Anyway, according to the meme I'm supposed to come up with eight things to tell you about myself.

1. I really dislike spiders.

2. I don't know how to swim, and I'm a little afraid of large bodies of water. But the odd thing is that I do like to go boating.

3. I like to blog. I didn't realize that I would enjoy it so much when I started last November.

4. I don't mind shopping for furniture or fixtures, or other decorating things for my condo.

5. I like pasta and there have been times when I've eaten the same pasta day after day for weeks.

6. I've said this before, but I am a Taylor Hicks fan and a proud member of the Soul Patrol.

7. I've never painted before, but I'm looking forward to choosing colors and painting my condo.

8. I had a tough time after high school trying to figure out what to do and who to be. When I wasn't able to become a Marine or play football in college, I kind of drifted and didn't know what I should do. So I'm extremely proud to be able to say I am a college graduate now, after completing my degree in Business Administration in 2000.

I'm not tagging, but feel free to do this if you're in a sharing mood.

Caught up!

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YAY!

I got my entire Sports Illustrated collection moved into my storage unit. It only took 30 1.5 gallon plastic boxes. The collection goes back to 1984. I just don't have the room here at the condo to keep them all, and there's no way I'm selling them. So now they are properly protected in plastic and stacked away.

I've also made my blog rounds. Some of you have been quite prolific since I visited last! I enjoy cruising the blogs on a Saturday afternoon.

So now that those two things are caught up, I have to take care of some tags.

The first one is from Alice at I Was Born2Cree8. Starrlight got me for this one too.

What were you doing 10 years ago?
Let's see, that would be June 1997. I had just moved to southern California in the fall of 1996 after spending the summer working in Yosemite National Park. I got a job as an accounts payable clerk with a computer hard drive manufacturer. In June of '97 they sent me to Sri Lanka to help upgrade the accounting system at a factory to the same one that the home office used. I spent three weeks there and learned a lot.

What were you doing 1 year ago?
One year ago I was falling in love with Pam. We had our first date on June 11. And then a few weeks later she invited me to be her escort at her best friend's engagement party. Now that's a story I should blog.

Five snacks you enjoy:
1. CAKE
2. Crackers with cream cheese
3. Fritos Corn Chips
4. Peanut Butter sammiches
5. Reeses Peanut Butter Cups

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
1. Just To Feel That Way - Taylor Hicks
2. I Can Hear Music - The Beach Boys
3. And I Love You So - Don McLean
4. Better Together - Jack Johnson
5. Photographs and Memories - Jim Croce

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire. I'm going to assume this means "If money were no object":
1. I would buy a penthouse in San Francisco and spend every October there
2. I would donate a certain portion to my charities
3. I would live in England for at least a year
4. I would go to the theatre on Broadway often
5. I would get that 1956 Tbird!

Five bad habits:
1. I am a procrastinator of the first rank
2. I swear at traffic
3. I don't make the bed
4. I eat out a lot
5. I don't drink enough water

Five things you like doing:
1. I like to dance
2. I love writing
3. I love to read
4. I love to have sex
5. I like to go out for dinner

Five things you would never wear again:
1. Bell bottoms
2. Flip flops
3. Bib overalls
4. A watch
5. Tighty whities

Five favorite toys:
1. **blush**
2. My Ipod
3. My Laptop
4. My 42" Plasma
5. Surround sound

Sometimes I don't tag, but I think there are a few gals who woud have some fun with this one. So I'll tag Dana, Gail, Julie, Anndi, and Pia.

Promise kept

Posted: Friday, June 29, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Updated: For some reason the videos I selected are no longer available. The odd thing though is that you can still view them on youtube.com.

Double posts today gang...scroll on down for the Rockin' Boy Blogger post I promised.

I also promised to catch up on my blog reading...I'm still working on that one.

I promised my sweet friend Julie that I would share my comments on So You Think You Can Dance. Oh! Cruise by Julie's place and check out her post from yesterday about the incredible Harry Chapin.

So, dancing results tonight. As I begin this mini-review, there are three dances that stood out for Pam and I on Wednesday.

The one Pam and I think was the best of all was a brilliant piece choreographed by Wade Robson and performed by Jamie and Hok. I looked for the short clip but didn't see it. The dance is so worth waiting through the intro.



The second dance that stuck with us is Sabra and Dom's Rumba. Keep in mind that Dom is a break dancer with no formal training, and Sabra has only been training for four years. Again, couldn't find the short clip.



The last dance that stuck with us was the last dance of the evening. Pasha's partner Jesse had an unfortunate medical problem and was unable to dance. So a past ballroom champion partnered Pasha so that he could perform. Dancing within his ballroom comfort zone, he really showed what he can do. Long clip again.



We did vote last night...for Pasha. I suspect he got quite a few "sympathy" votes, but we voted for him because his Cha Cha Cha was quite simply outstanding, as you can see in the clip.

The Results:

Lauren and Neil are in the bottom three after a Tango that wasn't bad but wasn't sexy and fiery like a Tango should be. Neil is a tremendous technical dancer and it's actually good that he gets a chance to dance a solo in his own style. Lauren is kind of forgotten, and it'll be nice to see her in her specialty as well.

Sara and Jesus are in the bottom three after Krumping. This is not a style that either of us enjoys, but the dance they did was actually much more accessible than we would normally expect from Krump as a dance style. But, they did lead off the show and there were so many amazing performances that they may have gotten lost.

YAY! Jesse gets medical clearance to dance and she gets to perform the Cha Cha Cha routine with Pasha. It was hot and sexy and a textbook Cha Cha Cha. Nicely done. She'll have to dance her solo to stay in the competition because she was unable to dance Wednesday. She's one of our favorites so I hope it goes well for her. Pasha is safe.

Whoa. Anya and Danny are in the bottom three after dancing hip hop. Now that shocked us at first glance, but I have to go back to what I wrote last night about Anya and Danny. "I love the way Anya moves. They were both very smooth. But I don’t think this had the energy it needed. They are both excellent dancers, but in this particular style I think they suffered just a little. Are they in trouble?"

The interesting thing about this season is that every single dancer in the competition is outstanding. Looking at the dancers in danger - Lauren, Neil, Sara, Jesus, Anya, Danny, and Jesse - I suspect it will come down to who brings the passion and energy to the solo.

Lauren - That was not good.
Neil - Wonderfully athletic, excellent in the air, and perfect spins.
Sara - Didn't like the break dance; we think she's better in other styles.
Jesus - Also very good in the air, but it looked improvised and we didn't like it.
Jesse - Excellent movement; we liked that.
Danny - He's a pro, and he danced to Elliott Yamin!
Anya - We are impressed generally with the way she moves but hated her outfit.

Based only on the solo, we think it's Lauren and Jesus who are out.

The judges say none of the ladies was strong enough in their solo work. Cutting to the chase quickly, the judges decide to send Jesse home. We hate that decision and the curt way it was delivered. If it had to do with her medical issues that's one thing, but based on tonight's solo performances it sucks.

The judges had a harder time deciding the guys and ended up unanimous in praising Neil and Danny, and sending Jesus home. This was a case of three guys with similar skill, and Jesus was simply out-performed by the other two.

This is tough because every week, talented dancers are going home. There's no getting around it. This is a tough competition. They are all fantastic.

Don't forget to check out the Rockin' Boy Bloggers below!! Later babies!

Rockin' Boy!!

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Woooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! My bro Vinnie doesn't have to dress in heels and teddies anymore!!

Dudes! We got our own Rockin' Boy Blogger thingy.

Katherine at Wading Through My Stream of Consciousness got this most excellent badge from Jessica the Rock Chick and I'm spreading the love for my Blogging Brothers.

This is what Katherine wrote about me and my place:

Travis the Thoughtful Wolf. His blog is filled with entertaining writing and humorous insights. Sadly he is far too proud of being a member of the Raider Nation. His Thursday Thirteen has been an eclectic list of authors and their books from his library stacks. Definitely worth the time to go back and read thru some of his previous offerings.


I'm jazzed about this, so I'll let the comment about Raider Nation slide for now.

OK fellas...come and collect your Rockin' Boy Blogger badge!

Bond's Big Leather Couch was one of the first blogs I ever read, and is a main reason why I blog. Vinny is a rockin' blogger not only because of his vast music knowledge and his ability to always select the right music for each post, but also because there is room on the couch for different points of view. Plus we share a healthy respect for the way a sexy pair of shoes enhances a pretty feminine foot.

If you're looking for laugh-out-loud funny, check out Bagwine Ruminations on Friday. Matt's Streaming Friday will have tears of hilarity running down your face. But Matt isn't only about the funny. His political commentary is scathing. He is a terrific father and a cat lover. And one of the real joys is reading through the comments. It's either a running discussion or a series of one-liner jibes tossed around by Matt and his regular readers. Bada bing!

John at Altjiranga Mitjina is a man of many interests and he blogs about all of them. He has regular trivia features for books and music. He's a comic book fanatic. He shares his concert experiences, and often introduces us to Louisiana artists we might not otherwise hear nationally. He's a terrific writer who has actually made money at it. And he writes a column for Top Blog Mag.

For a taste of New York, cruise by Get Your Blog On. Steven is eating his way through the city. He had me drooling over a place called S'Mac - it's a mac & cheese restaurant!! Steven also shares his unique perspective on life in the city, from apartments with no window coverings to walking along a sidewalk that doubles as a...well...as a dog's commode.

I have to second Katherine's nomination of Morgen as a Rockin' Boy Blogger. The Mo Show debuted this past Tuesday on Blog Talk Radio and it's a hit with me! Mo is also the founder of Manic Monday. Every Friday - oh that's today! - you can cruise by It's A Blog Eat Blog World to get the theme word and then create a post around it. This meme feature has been the impetus for some of my writing. I definitely consider myself a FOMo (Friend of Morgen) and I'm waiting for the creation of a FOMo badge!

So those are just a few of the fine gentlemen who I consider to be Rockin' Boy Bloggers.

Rock on fellas and spread the man love!!

Thursday 13 - more authors!

Posted: Thursday, June 28, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Sorry I didn't make my rounds tonight. I'll catch up in the next few days. I'm having a rough week at work. I won't go into the boring details, but it's making me tired and cranky.

I did get a cool surprise yesterday with a Rockin' Boy Blogger badge courtesy of Katherine over at Wading Through My Stream of Consciousness.



I'll have a post for this tomorrow, along with some fellow rockin' fellas.

I know why you're here today though. You're looking to continue the tour through my library, aren't ya? Well, who am I to disappoint?

If you missed any of the previous lists, you can check them out here.

So here are the next 13 authors in the stacks:

1. Raymond E. Feist - The Riftwar Saga, Daughter of Empire, Prince of the Blood, The Serpent War Saga, The Riftwar Legacy
2. Edna Ferber - Cimaron
3. F. Scott Fitzgerald - Tender is the Night
4. Thomas Flanagan - The End of the Hunt
5. Ian Fleming - More Gilt-Edged Bonds
6. Kenneth C. Flint - Legends Reborn
7. Frederick Forsythe - The Odessa File, The Negotiator
8. John Fowles - The Collector
9. Ernest K. Gann - The High and the Mighty
10. John Gardner - The Liquidator
11. David Gemmill - The Legend Trilogy
12. Rumer Godden - Kingfishers Catch Fire
13. Sue Grafton - A is for Alibi, B is for Burglar, C is for Corpse, K is for Killer, N is for Noose, O is for Outlaw

Here's a few words about So You Think You Can Dance...wonderful, excellent, fun, great talent, and surprising. Reviews are coming soon. Pam and I have some favorites we think can win, but here's a video of the pair we get such a kick out of right now. He's a break dancer with no formal training and she's only been dancing for four years. This is just a wonderful dance.




Wordless Wednesday - I need the happy place

Posted: Wednesday, June 27, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Random Tuesday

Posted: Monday, June 25, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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It sucks when I unexpectedly run out of peanut butter. I can go weeks without craving a peanut butter sammich. And so I didn't notice that there was barely enough in the jar to cover one slice of bread. I didn't want PB&J - it would have sucked worse if I did because I don't have any jelly either. And I didn't want PB&Butter either. I just wanted peanut butter on both slices of bread. Dangit.


I'm still getting used to the spray hose feature on my kitchen faucet. I was already bummed about not having enough PB to make a proper sammich. But now I have to change my shirt too. Why? Because I accidentally sprayed water all over myself when I used the dang spray hose feature on my kitchen faucet! Cripes!


When you share some lunch with kitty, it doesn't take him long to forget that he gets to lick the dish after you've finished eating. But you have to constantly remind him that he does NOT get to stick his face into your food before you've gotten to take a bite.

Heehee! Valerie Bertinelli has a new Jenny Craig commercial and she just winked at me! No...she did NOT wink at everyone! She winked at ME!

Oh! I saw this pre-assembled kitchen backsplash last night on HGTV. This is from Kitchen Accessories Unlimited:

Broan's new, pre-assembled backsplashes in natural stone or ceramic tile literally go from the box to beautiful in just ten minutes. But it's not just the appearance that you'll find satisfying. You also get the scratch and stain-resistance of a real tile backsplash, and the one-of-a-kind surface that only natural tile provides. What's more, our exclusive wall-hugging system holds the pre-assembled backsplash so securely you'd think it was installed permanently.




Awwwww. Don't laugh now. I'm a homeowner and these things are important, especially for a guy like me who is slightly do-it-yourself challenged. I did successfully hang curtains this weekend.

So my favorite design show on HGTV has always been Divine Design with Candice Olson. She designs classy and elegant spaces. Recently I've been enjoying Color Splash with David Bromstad. And he just did my ideal room. Check it out.





Way cool! David has a way of getting into the homeowner's mind and really hitting on the right design. I'd pay top dollar to have him design my home.

Mo's Manic Monday - Grace

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Welcome to another Manic Monday with Morgen. Don't forget to visit MM HQ at It's A Blog Eat Blog World. Today's theme is Grace.

I'd like to wish my blogging pal Gracie a very Happy 60th Birthday! Cruise on by Echos of Grace and remind Gracie that age is just a number.

OK babies. I got some Grace Slick with Jefferson Airplane. She is is rock royalty y'all.

White Rabbit


Somebody to Love


Volunteers


Happy Manic Monday!

Congrats to OSU!!

Posted: Sunday, June 24, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Congratulations to the Oregon State Beavers, who just completed a two game sweep of North Carolina to win their second straight College World Series championship.

The Beavers also defeated UNC last season to win college baseball's national championship.


Photo by Eric Franics A/P

More than a few words about football

Posted: by Travis Cody in
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You might have noticed the new counter up top. Yes I am a proud member of Raider Nation and I'm looking forward to the new season. We've got a new head coach, Lane Kiffin, and we've cut or traded away a lot of the attitude problems from the squad. I'm not saying we're a playoff team, but we will be better than 2-14. And I expect us to be competitive too.

Oh yeah, there's a team up in the pacific northwest called the Seahawks that will probably be pretty good too. Ouch!! Excuse me just a moment while I go explain to my lady that this is MY blog and I'm NOT putting a Seahawks logo or countdown here!

Yeesh!

OK. Now yesterday, Mr Matt-Man cruised by and suggested in comments there was something laugh out loud funny about my Raiders. While I will admit that we sucked last year, I can't let it go with just a response in my comments. So I will remind everyone that I have been part of Raider Nation since I was 3 years old, that's 40 years y'all. And I will also say that my Raiders are 3-2 in Super Bowls while my buddy Matt's Bengals are a mere 0-2.

It's true that we were horribly embarrassed in 2003 by Tampa, but if memory serves - and it does - the Bengals haven't been to a Super Bowl since 1989, where they were beaten for a second time by my other favorite team, the 49ers.

Now I'm not razzing Matt or suggesting that my team's history is better than his team's history. The Raiders have been in free fall collapse since that SB thrashing in 2003 and the Bengals have been on the rise. The Bengals are a better football team today than the Raiders are.

But my boys have nowhere to go but up. And as I celebrate my 40th year as a member of Raider Nation, I'm looking for a return to Pride and Poise and a rededication to Commitment to Excellence.



But that's not what I meant to post today.

I love football. I love everything about the game.

Football players are big and tough and physical. They think they are indestructible. Give me my pads and my helmet and I'll chew steel into nails. Every football player's dream is to be carried off the field on the shoulders of his teammates after winning THE game.

I left it on a stretcher with wrecked knees and unfulfilled potential.

But I don't regret playing.

Even an article about concussions and their frightening effects doesn't change that. But it does make me aware. To my knowledge I never had a concussion when I played. I know I created a few.

Hitting hard when you tackle is part of the game. You do it with proper technique. Your goal is to stop the ball carrier, not to hurt him. So there's an instant after you hit a guy...you high five your teammates and pump your fist because you made the play...and then you just glance back over your shoulder and make sure the other guy got up too.

When he doesn't...when you realize that he's still on the ground...you have a little trouble swallowing. Your mouth gets dry and your heart beats really fast. You're deflated. You're selfishly relieved that it's not you or a teammate. And then you're ashamed.

You take a few steps back toward the guy. But then the trainer sits him up. The guy raises his head and shakes it a little. The trainer pulls him to his feet. He's a little wobbly, but he's up. The crowd politely applauds as he moves off the field.

Your teammates pull you back into the huddle and you begin the process of blocking out what happened. You have to forget what you did so you can find the next ball carrier and hit him correctly and as hard as you can. Because that's what you do.

You play football.

The article by Matt Crossman of The Sporting News can be found by clicking here. What price glory, Crossman asks several times. Well, I've never heard any former football player ever say he wishes he never played.

I'm glad to see that the NFL is beginning to recognize the importance of caring for it's former players, who gave everything they had every Sunday. Today's players may make millions, but guys who toiled in the early years did not. And they certainly did not benefit from state of the art medical facilities and diagnostics.

Have you ever heard the phrase "he just got his bell rung"? My friends, that's what they used to call a concussion. And if the guy could tell the trainer how many fingers he was holding up, he went back in the game.

Many of those men are now facing dementia and other severe post-concussive symptoms. But I guarantee you that not a single one of them would say he wished he never played.

They are football players.

The Mo Show!

Posted: Saturday, June 23, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Well, he's gone and done it now!

Morgen, he of Manic Monday fame and all around fabulous blogger, has ventured into the realm of Blog Talk Radio. His show, so aptly named The Mo Show, premiers live on Tuesday June 26th @ 6:30pm EST.

This is gonna be good y'all!!




If you can't listen to the live broadcast, after 7pm EST you can listen to the archived recording of the show any time.

Stop by The Mo Show or It's A Blog Eat Blog World and wish our friend Mo luck and success!

Sleep dancing?

Posted: Friday, June 22, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Steven from Get Your Blog On tagged me for the sleep meme. But first...

Jesse and Pasha in the bottom three???? No freakin' way! We may just need to give the dialing fingers a work out next week.



It makes more sense that Shauna & Jimmy and Faina & Cedric are in the bottom three.

Shauna really saved herself with her solo. Jesse made it hard on herself and I did not like Faina's solo at all. Judges decide to send Faina home and save Jesse. I think that's the right decision.

Judges are critical of Pasha's solo but save him. Judges save Cedric and send Jimmy home. That's really wrong. Cedric is an amazingly talented hip hop dancer, but that's all he does. He doesn't have the talent to improve quickly in different styles, which is what it takes to continue to do well in this show. Jimmy is the kind of dancer who would benefit most from advancing in the competition. This is an unfortunate decision, based on potential.

Now, for a sleep meme! My task is to list six odd things I do when getting ready for sleep.

1. I have to check email and make sure my cell phone and Ipod are plugged in and charging before I get ready for bed.

2. It's supposed to be a bad thing to exercise before sleep, but I have to do sit ups and push ups. I usually try to do them an hour or so before I get in bed, and I do at least 100 of each, about every other night.

3. Pam and I keep different hours. I get to work at 7am, and she usually doesn't go in until neary 10. She also works late, and does a lot of stuff from home. I'm usually moving toward the bed around 10:30pm. She'll bring her book, we'll put the TV on, and I like to curl around her while she's reading. This is also a good position from which to distract her...if you get my meaning!

4. I can't lay flat on my back, and I can't have my legs stretched out flat. I have extra pillows so I can be propped up, with a body pillow that I drape my legs over.

5. I don't sleep straight through. It's more like a series of naps. Every time I wake up, I switch from my back to my left side or from my left side to my back. I can't sleep on my right side because of shoulder/lower back/hip/knee pain. When I'm laying on my side, I need to have a pillow or something between my knees to keep my back straight. But I still wake up with pain most mornings.

6. I sleep in my Jockey boxer briefs. But I have to keep a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, and my mocs, within a step or two of the bed - in the same spot every night - just in case there's an emergency. All you have to do to understand this requirement is imagine yourself standing outside in the middle of the night in your underwear and bare feet while cops and firemen and looky-loos deal with your household disaster.

Not too odd, right? Right?

Whom to tag? Let's see...how about Julie!

Thursday 13

Posted: Thursday, June 21, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Happy summer! Today is the summer solstice, marking the first day of summer. And we're due to get rain. LOL!

Last night was So You Think You Can Dance top 18 dancers. I ended up watching by myself because Pam is out of town this week. I'll just give you the names of our favorites so far - Lacy, Jesse, Pasha, Danny, Jimmy. Reviews are coming soon - but not until the fan vote is the only vote that counts.

So, would you like another list of 13 authors from the stacks? Too bad if you don't, because you're getting one. Heehee!!

Click here if you want to review the last couple of lists.

1. Philip K. Dick - The Man in the High Castle
2. E.L. Doctorow - Ragtime, Billy Bathgate
3. Stephen R. Donaldson - The Chronicals of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever, The Second Chronicals of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever
4. Robert J. Donovan - The Assassins
5. Alexandre Dumas - The Three Musketeers and Twenty Years After in one volume
6. Umberto Eco - Foucalt's Pendulum
7. David Eddings (with Leigh Eddings) - The Belgariad, The Mallorean, Belgarath the Sorcerer, Polgara the Sorceress, The Rivan Codex, The Elenium, The Redemption of Althalas, The Dreamers
8. Harlan Ellison - The Essential Ellison
9. P.N. Elrod - Jack Fletcher mysteries
10. Rose Estes - Elfwood
11. Jennifer Fallon - The Second Son Trilogy
12. David Farland - The Runelords series
13. John Feinstein - Season on the Brink, Forever's Team, A Season Inside

OK. Now I have to try and stay awake for Junk Brothers. Hopefully Pam will call soon and we can "watch" together.

Later babies!

One man's junk

Posted: Wednesday, June 20, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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I had Legos, Lincoln Logs, and Tinker Toys. I had Hot Wheels and model cars.

But I don't know how to build stuff or fix cars. I didn't take any shop in high school. I can put together pre-fabricated furniture, like the CD/DVD cabinet and the TV shelf I bought. I can handle a power drill for hanging curtains.

But I'm not really the guy to take your scrap wood and make something fabulous.

I've been learning some stuff from my stepdad. He's a terrific carpenter - he built a fireplace surround and some beautiful bookcases. He helped me hang my cabinets here at the condo.

He's also rebuilding a 1940 Ford Fordor Sedan. He did the engine and the exhaust system, plus the electrical. He sanded the whole car down to the base and just finished the paint. This fall he'll put it all back together and it will be ready to hit the car shows next summer.

I'm fascinated by people who can build stuff. I've been watching this show called Junk Brothers on HGTV. Steve and Jim Kelley cruise around at night looking for stuff that people have set out by the curb as junk. They grab two pieces and take them back to the workshop where they transform the junk into something unique and special. The only requirement is that the discarded junk has to be recognizable, because after they finish the project they actually take it back to the homeowner!

If you've never seen this show, check it out on HGTV at 11pm on Wednesdays.

One thing I've learned from watching this show...a sewing machine is a power tool! Who knew?

Kitty needs a woobie...quick!!

Posted: Tuesday, June 19, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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No Kitty!! Don't do it!



Maybe this kitty will share.



Even a big guy understands the importance of a woobie.



Steal kitty's woobie at your own peril!

Mo's Manic Monday - Heat

Posted: Monday, June 18, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Welcome to another Manic Monday with Morgen. Don't forget to cruise by MM HQ at It's A Blog Eat Blog World.

Today's theme is Heat. I offer another original work of fiction.

Tea At High Noon

Zach and Ethan walked across the hot sand. The sun was bright in the high cloudless sky. Waves of heat shimmered in the muggy air. It was too hot to breathe.

Ethan pulled the brim of his Dodgers cap lower over his eyes and squinted. Using the front of his T-shirt, he wiped dirt and sweat off of his face. He wished he hadn’t guzzled his Gatorade so fast. His mouth felt sticky and dry, and the sweat kept dripping in his eyes. With the front of his shirt damp and soggy, he switched to the sleeve of his T-shirt and wiped at his face again.

"It's too hot," Ethan whined. "My eyes are stinging. Let’s rest awhile." There was no shade, so he sat down on the sand, past caring about the super-heated grains that scorched his tender backside through the fabric of his shorts.

Zach was out of patience with his friend. He never understood why Ethan always drank Gatorade. That stuff just seemed to make Zach even thirstier. That’s why he chose regular bottled water. His favorite was Aquafina. It was cheaper than Gatorade so he could get a liter bottle and he still had about a third of that bottle left. He gulped down two cool swallows and belched.

"Fine," Zach snorted. "It's funny how the heat didn't bother you so much when you were kickin' my tail at handball."

When he got no rise out of his friend, Zach rolled his eyes. "Alright you big baby. Just remember, Mom said to be home by 12:30, and it's already almost noon."

Ethan didn't respond. The nine year old was pleased with himself for getting his way and for finally winning a game. Even though Zach had made them quit early so they could be home on time, Ethan still declared himself the winner. Zach called the game postponed until another day and although Ethan did argue he eventually just let it go. Zach was six months older and four inches taller, and was simply more assertive and confident.

Zach sat down on the sand next to Ethan. They were on their way home from the elementary school, having decided to take the short cut past the fabricated lake. There was hardly any water in the lake because there was hardly any water anywhere. The ground was baked and cracking nearly down to the water line, where a crease of mud disappeared into the stagnant water.

It was the fourth year of a drought.

"C’mon Ethan, let's go. If we're late, Mom won't let me spend the night at your house."

"What's that?" Ethan exclaimed suddenly, surging to his feet.

"What's what?" Zach craned his neck around to look in the direction his friend pointed.

About twenty yards from where they rested, lying in the damp mud near the edge of the water, was a gleaming speck of metal. Both boys were constantly on alert for stray scraps of material they might use in their various games and projects. Ethan started to walk toward this latest discovery. As he drew closer, he burst into a run, thoughts of the heat forgotten. Zach got to his feet more slowly and followed.

When Zach finally reached Ethan, the smaller boy was busy inspecting a rusted tea kettle. At his feet, beetles and ants scurried for new shade.

"Put that down," cried Zach. "Look at all the bugs. Put it back."

Zach liked bugs, and the unspoken rule between the two boys was that they never disturbed any object that served as a home for more than twenty insects.

"Nope," replied Ethan, his eyes flashing defiance at the taller boy. He jutted out his chin and planted his feet in stolid defense of his prize. "I'm keeping it. See, it looks just like that magic lamp we saw on that movie."

Zach examined the object more closely, and finally had to admit that it did resemble Aladdin's lamp. He stopped worrying about the bugs.

"I'll bet if we washed off all the dirt and sand, it'd be all gold and shiny," Zach suggested.

Ethan nodded vigorously and walked to the edge of the lake. He dipped his prize below the surface and swooshed it around in the murky water. But when he pulled it out after several moments, Zach smirked.

"Some magic lamp."

The tea kettle was still old and rusty, and now it was streaked with more muck. Ethan continued to defend it as a prize. "It was your dumb idea to dunk it. Anyway, it's got a brass ring. See?" He pointed to this treasure, strung through the kettle's handle.

Zach shrugged, and then he had another thought. "Hey, rub it and make a wish. See what happens."

Ethan hesitated.

"Go on, do it. What are you, chicken?" Zach's edge was using Ethan's insecurities to his advantage. He claimed the privilege as a right, since he was Ethan's best friend.

The smaller boy still hesitated, though his face darkened ominously at the challenge.

"You are chicken," declared Zach. "Give it here. I'll do it."

"No! I saw it first."

"Yeah, but I'm bigger. Besides, you won't do anything, because you're chicken."

Thus goaded, Ethan spun away from his friend's out stretched hands and began vigorously to rub at the side of the tea kettle. He scrunched his eyes closed and concentrated with all his might. He did not have the chance to form a wish.

Zach pushed his friend to the ground and grabbed the kettle as it bounced free. The boys scuffled. The kettle squirted away from them and rolled into the muddy shallows of the lake. Quite suddenly, the boys stopped fighting and looked sheepishly at each other.

"Sorry," they muttered.

"What'd you push me for?" wondered Ethan.

Zach shrugged. "I don't know. I wanted to make a wish."

"I would've let you, after me."

"But, maybe you only get one."

"Magic lamps always give three wishes. Everybody knows that."

"I'm sorry I called you chicken. You're not."

Ethan grinned.

Imagination can be a wonderful, mysterious thing.

The boys pulled the tea kettle out of the mud and sat down to put their heads together. Two nine year olds tried to discover what, between them, they wanted most, and how best to utilize the wish or wishes they were now convinced awaited them.

Zach collected superhero action figures, but he had so far been unable to get his hands on a good Captain America figure. All the figures he wanted were too expensive. The ones he could afford were cheap looking, or were the wrong size for his collection, which had the best figures of any collection any of his friends had. Cap was Zach’s favorite superhero and he thought he deserved to have the best action figure.

Ethan wanted to be as tall as his friends. Zach wasn't a large boy; it was just that Ethan was a small one. He had always been the shortest in his class among both boys and girls. He wanted to grow four inches, so he could fit in better with the other kids. He was tired of being a runt, and of getting picked on because of it. Even his best friend teased him and got away with it because Ethan's size made the boy uneasy about standing up for himself.

“I guess Cap is pretty cool,” Ethan reluctantly agreed.

Zach cocked his head. “Well, yeah. But maybe it would be pretty cool too if you were as tall as me.”

"What if there really is only one wish in the lamp?" worried Ethan.

"Which one of us gets the wish then?”

The boys eyed each other a little suspiciously.

“I don’t know why you’re so worried about growing all the time. What’s the big deal anyway?”

“Well,” said Ethan cautiously. “If I was as tall as you, then we’d make a better team for basketball. And I could hit better in baseball. And I just think we’d have more fun.”

“Maybe,” Zach agreed. “But you’re pretty quick and if you’d just learn how to dribble better, nobody could steal the ball from you and then we’d win more pick up games. And you can draw a lot of walks ‘cause of your small strike zone.”

Ethan crossed his arms and frowned. “That’s what you always say. You always blame me when we lose.”

“I do not!”

“Yeah you do! Besides, I found the lamp!”

“You never want to share anything. You’re just selfish!”

“And you want to waste the wish on a stupid thing!”

The boys continued shouting at each other and did not see the Old Man. The Old Man lived near the lake, in a portable cardboard house, with a cat named George. No one knew the Old Man's name. Everyone just called him the Old Man, and brought left over scraps down to the lake for George.

The Old Man crouched on the opposite shore of the lake absently stroking his cat. George purred loudly. The Old Man smacked his lips together and spat, then looked at George.

"Too bad there couldn't be a little bit of a storm to rain down on those two and cool them off."

George blinked his eyes once and continued to purr.

Within seconds, there came a mighty clap of thunder. Thick dark clouds appeared, roiling about the sky, forming a vast storm system. The sky boiled with activity, and then it began to rain, the first summer rain to fall in years.

It stopped the boys' quarreling instantly. They stared at each other, their mouths hanging open, and then they raised their faces to the sky. They blinked as the rain gathered in their eyelashes and rolled down their cheeks. They giggled, and then laughed, their argument and its reason forgotten…

…until they heard the sizzling at their feet.

They looked down and yelped in utter dismay.

The tea kettle had disintegrated, its one allotted wish spent by the Old Man’s call for rain.

The End

Happy Father's Day

Posted: Sunday, June 17, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Found this photo over at Jeff's Jetsam.



Happy Father's Day to these dedicated Dads, and to all the other Dads out there who get it.

Happy Father's Day to my coaches through the years, to my Uncle, to my Grandpa, and to my Stepdad, who all helped me become the man I am.

Happy Father's Day to my Mom and my Grandma, who are most responsible for the man I am.


Make the gift special
But less than ornate
Decorate it with spring blooms
Such that understate
Significance lies within the thought
And with heart's gift truly meant
Younger bud blossoms as evidence
Of his love in every moment

Just another month to go...

Posted: by Travis Cody in
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...until Harry Potter hits theaters and book stores.

There's real controversy brewing over how large booksellers have discounted Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Millions of units will be sold, but evidently at very slim margins. Some smaller booksellers have decided not to stock the book because it doesn't make financial sense for them.

Isn't it a shame that such a beloved and anticipated book is causing this kind of financial controversy?

I did pre-order my copy from Borders. Every few days I become like Gollum and frantically search through my wallet for my pre-order coupon. When I find it right where it should be, I heave a hearty and contented sigh that "my precious" ticket is safe and there will be no impediment to picking up my book.

And the funny thing is...none of this embarrasses me! I'm a 43 year old college graduate with a mortgage and I'm a total Harry Potter geek!

I found this poster over at The Mo Show, which is Morgen's alternate blog for reviews and stuff.



The first two books, Sorcerer's Stone and Chamber of Secrets, had charm and wonder. Prisoner of Azkaban recognized that children grow up and need solid foundations from which to make the right choices. Goblet of Fire introduced the awkwardness and heartaches of puberty along with the shock of dealing with tragic death at a young age.

Order of the Phoenix depicts how difficult it can be to take on adult responsibility when adults around you insist on trying to shield you from danger. Half Blood Prince starkly confirms that there will come a time when you must choose to stand or run.

JK Rowling has expertly aged her characters. A young reader who picked up Sorcerer's Stone as an 11 year old is now a college age young adult. The beauty of these books is that adult readers have also enjoyed them. This kind of phenomenon doesn't happen often.

I'm glad to be able to enjoy it. And I'm glad I'll still have the excitement of two more films, and the books to continue to re-read whenever I want.

If you haven't read these books, give them a try.

Friday Favorites

Posted: Friday, June 15, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Yesterday, Jam asked me about my favorite authors.

My absolute favorites are David and Leigh Eddings. The Belgariad and The Mallorean are 10 books packed full of charming characters and exciting fantasy. I've read both series many times, and they never get old for me.

Another favorite is W.E.B. Griffin. His Brotherhood of War and The Corps series celebrate the honor of service. His writing is some of the most realistic military fiction I've ever read. I haven't read a book of Griffin's that I haven't enjoyed.

No favorite author list is complete without J.R.R. Tolkien. I read Lord of the Rings every year.

I enjoy good fantasy. I appreciate a story that incorporates magic and makes it seem natural. A favorite fantasy author who achieves this for me is Katherine Kurtz. Her Deryni series is based on elements of Celtic and medieval mythologies. She makes you care about her characters and feel what they feel.

For a little light mystery fun, I enjoy Lillian Jackson Braun's The Cat Who books.

OK, so I didn't bore you with a review of all 10 performances from last night's So You Think You Can Dance. But you didn't think I'd leave you with absolutely no opinion????

We don't know yet who will be America's favorite dancer. But we do know that it won't be Ashley or Ricky. I'm surprised that they are keeping two break dancers and sending Ricky home. He is such an intriguing lyrical dancer. I don't think Ashley got a real chance to show what her strengths are, and her solo just didn't impress. The pair were victims of an unfortunate style that they were required to dance last night, and they didn't take advantage of it to show versatility.

But this show is about all around dance and embracing the opportunity to shine in whatever type of dance you are given.

Here's an example of the difference. In the first clip, Jimmy and Shawna are lyrical contemporary dancers who embrace Tyce Diorio's broadway choreography and dance outside of their classical training. It's engaging and charming and outstanding.



By contrast, Ricky and Ashley are also both contemporary dancers. They were given passionate choreography from Alex DeSilva, yet they managed to suck all the fire out of their Argentine Tango. Part of it was costuming and staging that accentuated the difference in their height. But to advance in this competition you have to overcome those hurdles and use the choreography to your advantage. They missed, and two otherwise brilliant dancers are off the show on the first night.

Flag Day

Posted: Thursday, June 14, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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I'm so embarrassed that I forgot today was Flag Day. I had a reminder this morning too from my friend Julie. And I just got another reminder when I stopped to sit on The Couch.

But there's still time to show proper respect. I haven't found the right place here at the new condo to fly my Flag yet. I have it standing in the hallway right now. I'm not exactly sure what the rule is - I'll have to find out soon.

Thursday 13

Posted: by Travis Cody in
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Before we continue our tour through my library, a word about Dance.

Yes, we are hooked on another dancing show. So You Think You Can Dance has selected its Top 20 dancers for our enjoyment and voting pleasure. I've decided not to bore you with any reviews at this stage. There are 10 pairs of dancers and that's too much.

I will tell you that we enjoyed the dancing last night, but we have no favorites at this time. We did not vote. We may vote later in the season, but right now none of the dancers has really captured our interest.

There is quite a bit of talent and I think this will be an excellent competition.

And now, join me in the library!

You can check out previous author lists here and here.

Here are the next 13 authors on the shelves.

1. Glen Cook - Annals of the Black Company
2. Hugh Cook - Wizard War
3. Stephen Coonts - The Siege
4. Geoffrey Cotterell - Westward the Sun
5. Harold Coyle - Trial By Fire
6. John Coyne - Hobgoblin
7. Amanda Cross - The James Joyce Murders
8. Bryan Daley - Doomfarers of Coramonde, Starfollowers of Coramonde
9. Robert Daley - The Dangerous Edge
10. Lionel Davidson - The Menorrah Men
11. L Sprague DeCamp - The Reluctant King
12. John M DelVecchio - The 13th Valley
13. Peter DeVries - Tents of Wickedness

Hey y'all, I haven't had much time the last few evenings to do my blog rounds. I'll be catching up in the next few days.

Later babies!

Words on Wednesday - an assignment

Posted: Wednesday, June 13, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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So here’s the weird thing. I have these vampire characters and a few actions, but no plot and no real ideas for a story. I’m using various exercises to write stuff with some of my characters. And maybe at some point I’ll figure out a story for them.

For the moment, I’m using one of Stewart’s assignments to introduce Lorac. It’s a first sentence assignment, designed to practice word choice. So Stewart suggests that we select 10 words and find replacements that enhance the story. You’ll notice the word I replaced in parenthesis next to the word I selected.

Check out House of Sternberg to see what others have done with this first sentence and a trusty thesaurus.

This character goes with the character Erik, introduced here in a Manic Monday post called Spike. It’s a quick read if you want to check it out.



I see things in darkness that no one should see by light of day. So I rise early, clinging to those things of comfort I recall from when I walked in the light.

You’d think that after 400 years I’d have gotten over my life.

But this is not a night for frivolous (foolish) remembrance. I lost a son last night and I’m upset. There’s a hollow place in my mind where his thoughts lately fit. I don’t know why this happened. But I know his last moments.

I know how he suffered.

The mortal (human) who caused this ache must answer.

**

I found the alley easily enough. Erik’s essence still lingered. For a moment my spirits lifted…but no. He was well and truly gone.

I was drawn to the spot where he died, gasping out his life as his 200 years were visited upon him at once. The agony (anguish) he felt would be with me for a long time.

But how had it happened? How had a glorious feeding become death to my child and life to his victim? My blood told me that the mortal had walked from this alley, and something about Erik’s immortality had made it possible.

I will solve this riddle.

The alley resonated with Erik’s death. I centered my thoughts and focused my power, feeling about the air for the remnants of my son’s aura. There wasn’t much left to work with, but this tragedy (event) was seared in my memory. Being in this place was enough to bring Erik’s final moments forth, and I saw his victim in my mind’s eye.

With this image as a focus, I extended my senses, questing in ever widening concentric circles, searching for the visage of Erik’s victim.

And found him.

**

My instinct was to wrest him from the crowd, rise to the rooftops, drain every last ounce of blood from him, and drop his empty carcass to the pavement (street) below. Yet I resisted. Erik had died after feeding from this young man. I would gain no justice for my child by meeting my own death as he had.

I had this troublesome riddle to solve.

So I observed (watched).

He was a young mortal, hale and handsome, with fair features framed by a shoulder length shock of auburn hair. He was still human; not transformed as I would expect if he had traded (shared) any blood with Erik. I was attracted to him. Erik’s scent was on him, confusing and enraging me. My desire (need) to kill nearly overwhelmed me.

I was perplexed as I followed the young mortal down a brightly lit street. I clung to the shadows, shielding my eyes as best I could from the neon brilliance. He was well known here, greeting men and women both with exuberant embraces and passionate kisses. Less than 24 hours before, Erik had him in a similar embrace as he drank his fill and left the body on the cold alley pavement.

I shuddered. Erik’s memory of the feeding hit me like a convulsive fever. The seduction…drawing him away from friends to the alley…mesmerizing him…pulling him close…reveling in his gradual awareness of danger…his mounting terror…and finally his struggle to escape. Then the ecstasy of feeding…

…had gone horribly wrong.

I began to weave the same spell, enticing the young man to come to me. I became the subtle predator, reaching across the distance, whispering in his mind to slowly (gradually) cull him from the bright lights and the safety of his friends. I was careful in case he was on guard against such an intrusion. Would he remember what had happened? Would he understand, and know what manner of creature had attacked him? Would he even know that he should not have survived?

Did he watch my child die?

My concentration wavered. He was aware of my probe. He saw me.

And he smiled.

He let me read it from his mind. He was aware of what I was. Indeed, he knew who I was! He answered my spell, greeting me with my own name.

He had sought a creature like us; had lured Erik…hunted him! He had been afraid, but resolved to do what he must.

No! How is this possible? A mortal couldn’t know me. No mortal had ever known me that hadn’t either become my victim or my child.

Suddenly I was frightened in a way I hadn’t been in 400 years.

Before I could read more, his mind was closed to me. His thoughts faded and went dark. A human could never guard himself so effectively from me without supernatural help.

I cast around me quickly. I was in grave danger. There was power greater than mine nearby.

There! Across the street, in the shadow of an awning.

McAmis! My father of old.

“Hello Lorac,” his thought gently caressed (probed) my mind.

I hissed. And then I fled.

4000 visitors!

Posted: Tuesday, June 12, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Shake a tail feather babies!!



Thanks for the visits y'all!

This clip is incredible.



Ooops! Bee just reminded me...here's the CAKE!

Mo's Manic Monday - Friend

Posted: Monday, June 11, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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Welcome to another Manic Monday with Morgen. Don't forget to visit MM HQ at It's A Blog Eat Blog World. Today's theme is Friend.

Around 15 years ago, a friend of mine was going through a rough divorce. He had two young children, a 7 year old girl and a 4 year old boy, and they were having trouble adjusting. He wasn't getting to see the kids very often, and things were bitter between him and the ex.

I wanted to do something to help, and this story idea came to me. The characters are based on my friend's kids and the things they liked. It's hard to think that those two kids are grown up now.

I lost track of this friend when I moved to southern California, and then here to Washington. I got this story out not too long ago and shared it with the Soul Patrol gang.

Here's the first chapter of my children's story, A Quest for Special Friends.


Once upon a time, there lived a Beautiful Princess named Tonya, who lived in a Pink Castle high atop Cheesy Eesy Mountain in Yesumay Land.

Princess Tonya was the prettiest girl in all of Yesumay Land. Her hair was golden like sunshine, and her eyes were blue as robin’s eggs. She was sweet as a gumdrop, and she loved everyone and everything. Most especially, she loved her very best friend, Kesra the Gnome.

In the land of Yesumay, life was fair and easy, and every person had his or her own Special Friend to talk to and play with. Princess Tonya and Kesra the Gnome played together and ate meals together, and hosted the best parties together. Kesra the Gnome listened when Princess Tonya was sad, and always made her feel better about things. Kesra the Gnome was never cross and rarely frightened or upset, and she had a special knack for making Princess Tonya feel better instantly.

All in all, there were no better Friends than the Beautiful Princess Tonya and Kesra the Gnome.

Princess Tonya lived with Kesra the Gnome in the Pink Castle on Cheesy Eesy Mountain for a reason. The room they shared was on the third floor of the castle, and Princess Tonya’s window looked out across the whole of Yesumay Land. In the mornings, when Princess Tonya awoke, the first thing she did was go to the window and Smile upon the land. That was why she lived on Cheesy Eesy Mountain. Princess Tonya was so beautiful, that the rest of Yesumay Land could not bring itself to wake up until she had Smiled upon it.

With Princess Tonya’s sunshine Smile, the birds began to sing. The path that led from the Pink Castle down Cheesy Eesy Mountain was lined with poppies and daffodils, and these flowers waited for Princess Tonya to Smile out of the window before they blossomed. The little furry critters would stay in their burrows until Princess Tonya graced them with her Smile. The nasty nighttime creepy crawlers would continue to slither about until the Smile was cast. The sun refused to rise and shine until Princess Tonya awoke and Smiled.

So long as the Beautiful Princess in the Pink Castle was happy and Smiling, the land of Yesumay was bright and cheerful.

One day, there came a great commotion in Yesumay Land. A giant mackerel fish had somehow found its way into the Cheesy Eesy River, and was nibbling its way through the Great Macaroni Forest at the base of Cheesy Eesy Mountain. This terrible tragedy made Princess Tonya unhappy, and she found it difficult to find her Beautiful Smile in the mornings. The sun now came up later and less bright, and the nasty nighttime creepy crawlers got nastier and creepier, and the little furry critters were afraid to leave their burrows.

It was generally considered throughout Yesumay Land that the best food of all was macaroni and cheese. The river that flowed around Cheesy Eesy Mountain ran thick and smooth with a tasty, tangy cheese sauce. After the monthly harvest of the Great Macaroni Forest, mounds of noodles were combined with buckets of cheese sauce to make the most delicious macaroni and cheese dinners. The Beautiful Princess Tonya served the finest macaroni and cheese in all of Yesumay Land, since the river ran round and round her mountain, and the Great Macaroni Forest was cultivated practically in her front yard.

Everyone in Yesumay Land knew that the best dinners were to be had at the Pink Castle, and Princess Tonya loved to share. Banquets were held at least once a week, and all the people in the land brought their Special Friends to eat at the Princess’ table.

The horrible mackerel fish now threatened to ruin the macaroni crop. This upset Princess Tonya, and with each day she became more and more unhappy. She had tried to talk to the mackerel fish and coax it farther downstream, but it had scoffed and blown a big cheesy bubble at her, making her cry.

Princess Tonya sobbed and sobbed, and her face scrunched up and her eyes streamed tears. All the little furry creatures spooked and raced for cover. The nasty nighttime creepy crawlers started to slither about. Then, the sun ducked behind a dark cloud and it began to rain.

Princess Tonya cried for days on end. The mackerel fish munched the macaroni, the rain fell, and no one knew what to do.

Just when the despair had reached its most desperate, who should appear but the Great Magician Himself, Mr. Fixit Toolman, Erik the Wonderful.

“Well, well, well,” exclaimed the Great Magician Himself, when he saw the mackerel fish. “You don’t belong here at all, no sir no sir.”

The Great Magician Himself surveyed the destruction wrought by the mackerel fish. He inspected the Cheesy Eesy River, noting that all the rain had thinned the delicious cheese sauce. With a sad shake of his head, he said, “This is awful, it is, just awful.”

Erik the Wonderful patted about his overalls, searching his pockets. At last, he discovered what it was that he sought, and drew forth his trusty socket wrench. “I know just what the problem is, I do, and I know just how to fix it!”

The Great Magician Himself ran up the path toward the Pink Castle, ignoring the slithering of the nasty nighttime creepy crawlers as he went. When he reached the castle door, he switched his socket wrench to his left hand and pulled out a screwdriver with the other hand. Instead of knocking, he unscrewed the door’s hinges and pushed the door flat onto its inside back side.

“I’ll fix that later, I will,” he promised.

He rushed inside and went straight to the kitchen, where the poor maids sat wringing their hands and wondering what to do about the mackerel fish. They were down to their last pot full of macaroni and cheese, which was boiling over on the stove because they were too distraught to watch it. The one pot alone wasn’t nearly enough for a banquet, and if the poor maids ignored the cooking and ruined the last pot full, there would be nothing for the people of Yesumay Land to enjoy.

“We’ll all starve!” cried several poor maids.

“We’ll all drown if the Princess doesn’t stop crying!” exclaimed several others.

“Oh, what are we to do?” despaired the rest.

The Great Magician Himself charged right into the kitchen, startling all of the poor maids so that they wept and carried on that much harder. Erik the Wonderful was undaunted.

“I know just what the trouble is, I do, and if you’ll all stop that terrible racket and tend to your macaroni pot, I’ll fix everything. I’m ashamed of you all for not calling me sooner!”

He tsk-tsked at the sobbing poor maids, and shook his finger at them.

The Beautiful Princess Tonya came into the kitchen, dabbing her eyes and sniffling. Her nose was raw and red, and her eyes were puffy and swollen from all the crying. She saw the Great Magician Himself, and the hint of a Smile showed on her pretty face. The room lightened as the sun tried to respond, but it would take more than a hint of Princess Tonya’s lovely Smile to undo all the damage.

“Can you really make that mackerel fish go away?” asked the Princess. “That nasty old thing makes me so unhappy that I can’t seem to stop crying, and since I can’t stop crying it won’t stop raining, and that makes me even more unhappy, and it’s ruining the crops and my party is ruined. . .oh, I just think I’m going to cry again and now it will just rain harder!”

The Beautiful Princess Tonya did start to cry, and the room darkened once more. A huge boom sounded as the rain beat against the roof of the Pink Castle, and lightening sparkled and snapped. This sad state of affairs, and Princess Tonya’s woeful tale, affected the Great Magician Himself. His lower lip began to quiver, and he almost joined the hullabaloo of sobbing Princess and wailing poor maids.

All seemed lost.

The Great Magician Himself raised his hands to rub his eyes, and nearly knocked himself silly with his socket wrench, still grasped firmly in his left hand. He remembered why he had come to the pink caste. He gave Princess Tonya a reassuring hug, and told her, “Don’t worry! I’m here to fix it, I am!”

Erik the Wonderful hurried over to the machine corner and rummaged about until he located the proper machine. Sure enough, it was missing some parts. The Great Magician Himself searched his pockets and found the parts he needed, put them in the spots they attached to, and tightened down the fasteners with his trusty socket wrench. He frowned, made some adjustments, frowned again, and made some more adjustments.

Finally satisfied, the Great Magician Himself turned and turned and turned around until he saw a wall socket. He carried the repaired machine over and plugged it in. He pressed down on the brand new lever he had just installed, and the satisfying whirr noises it made startled all the poor maids and Princess Tonya. They stopped crying.

“Now,” announced the Great Magician Himself. “I’ve fixed your can opener. Find some tuna fish cans, and we’ll get rid of that rotten mackerel fish quicker than you can say macaroni and cheese!”

Everyone knew that tuna fish hated mackerel fish. If given half an opportunity, a school of tuna fish would run a mackerel fish right out of a place. Tuna fish stay in their cans for the most part, since they don’t particularly like the sunlight, but on special occasions they leave their cans to party in the Cheesy Eesy River. Their special brand of spice adds extra special flavor to the cheese sauce, for those extra special banquets.

One can of tuna fish would ordinarily have been enough to run the mackerel fish out of the river at the first sign of trouble, but the can opener had been broken for weeks. Once the mackerel fish had arrived, Princess Tonya had plunged into unhappiness before anyone remembered about the can opener.

The poor maids opened four cans of tuna fish, just to be safe. The Great Magician Himself and Princess Tonya hurried down Cheesy Eesy Mountain, each carrying two cans. They dumped the tuna fish into the river, and right away the tuna fish recognized the problem. They swam and swam and swam, and finally found the rotten mackerel fish nibbling on a fresh stalk of macaroni. The mackerel fish, seeing all the tuna fish, decided it would be best if it found a new patch of macaroni, and took off at a quick backstroke downstream. A few tuna fish chased after, to make sure the mackerel fish kept on its new course.

The Beautiful Princess Tonya was sure the mackerel fish was gone for good. And she Smiled. The sun came back out from behind the cloud, and the rain stopped. All the dark clouds fled, and fluffy white clouds drifted across patches of blue sky. The nasty nighttime creepy crawlers slithered back under rocks. The little furry critters came out to frolic. The poor maids ceased their sobbing, and commenced preparations for a huge feast of macaroni and cheese for all the people of Yesumay Land.

There was still one last suspicion Erik the Wonderful must tell Princess Tonya, and he was afraid to do it. He knew she would be unhappy to hear it, but he knew that if he kept the news from her just to spare her feelings, she would be even more upset and unhappy when she heard it later. Erik the Wonderful took the Princess into the private Have-To-Keep-A-Secret room. Princess Tonya closed the door, and Erik the Wonderful took a deep breath.

“When I fixed the can opener, I guessed that someone had taken the missing parts deliberately.”

Princess Tonya frowned around her Beautiful Smile. “But, who would do such a dreadful thing? Everyone knows how important the tuna fish are to Yesumay Land. Why, without them, just look at the disaster than can strike. I can’t think of a single person who could be responsible.”

“Yes, you can,” argued the Great Magician Himself, wagging his finger at the Princess’ stubborn denial. “You know very well who is capable of something so dastardly, you do. You just don’t want to say it out loud.”

“You’re right, of course.” This time Princess Tonya’s frown chased the Smile from her pretty face, and the room darkened.

Yes, the Beautiful Princess knew the culprit. She had refused to believe that it could be so because she didn’t want it to be so. She knew of only one person in all the land who could be so cruel and nasty. She had hoped that they had heard the last of him. They hadn’t been threatened by him for so long. It seemed that he was back.

“It’s the Evil Sourpuss, Mr. Blotchy,” announced the Princess with a shiver. She made a yucky face and thunder cracked in the distance.

“Yes,” nodded the Great Magician Himself gravely. “And he must be stopped, once and for all.”

Princess Tonya pursed her lips and stomped her foot with decisiveness. “I must call my bravest and most trusted Knight to drive Mr. Blotchy out of Yesumay Land once and for all. I need Sir Michael the Gallant!”

The summons went out within moments of the Princess’ declaration. Word spread like a runny nose all across Yesumay Land. Within hours, everyone who lived within shouting distance of another person knew that Sir Michael was needed at the Pink Castle. The only trouble was that Sir Michael wasn’t listening. He was alone in his Blue Castle, clear across the vastness of Yesumay Land, and he had his own problems.

For my friend JoJo

Posted: Sunday, June 10, 2007 by Travis Cody in



For my friend JoJo, in memory of her father who passed on Thursday.

Link 'em up Saturday

Posted: Saturday, June 09, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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I'm a bad blogging buddy! It's been ages since I linked up.

So before Pam and I get busy with some more organizing today, I have to update the old sidebar with some new blog friends.

Cruising around the bloggosphere is such fun for me. And these folks have made my evenings so enjoyable.

Cathy at Cathy's Resurrection Corner shares not only her insights about living in Greece, but her powerful poetry as well.

No one is exempt from the often biting and always humorous musings of Comedy Plus.

Jamie at Duward Discussion offers thoughtful observations on history and life.

I'm always inspired when I visit Gracie at Echos of Grace.

Steven at Get Your Blog On is settling quite nicely in New York, offering a fresh perspective on life in general and life in the city.

Lisa's puzzles, brain teasers, and fun Friday facts over at Grrrrrls make me go hmmmmmm.

You must check out Lizza over at I Am Woman, See Me Blog because her blog template is a smooth, creamy, chocolaty, yummy place to be. She's also one of the more insightful bloggers I've come across in my travels through the bloggosphere.

Danielle at Modern Musings will engage your brain on any subject. And if you can guess her random song lyrics, you'll be a Cool Cat for the day.

I'm embarrassed that I don't have Sarge Charlie in my links. I don't always agree with Sarge, but I'm always interested in what he has to say. He's a Vietnam Vet who fiercely supports our men and women in the military, and rightly demands that we all do the same. Sarge is celebrating his 10,000th visitor today, so cruise on by and see what this great American has to say.

To everyone on my daily cruise list, thank you for your insights, your humor, your photographs, your videos. I enjoy you all.

Now it's time for some more organizing!

Have a tremendous weekend y'all!

Dona Nobis Pacem around the bloggosphere

Posted: Friday, June 08, 2007 by Travis Cody in
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And so we come to the end of this wonderful week of peace blogging. I spent the last two days cruising through the links on Mimi's blog. The Peace Globes are beautiful and sparkly, or plain and subdued. But each one represents a person who is searching for peace.

I'm sure I didn't see all of them, but I tried. I did come across several things that inspired me.

Julie's Jewels and Junque

MADDSPACE: MADDISIMS & WHATEVER!

Unplug Your Kids

Bobbarama

Reflections of a Rock Chick

Sparkling Lotus-Land

A.E.L.E.O.P.E

Polliwog's Pond

Rennyba's Terella

On The Lake Front

Thanks again to Mimi for her tireless efforts. You can still click on over and get your own Peace Globe, as well as get some information on this incredible movement.

And the peace effort must continue. It's not a fad or a bandwagon. It's a chance for bloggers to spread the word...because peace comes from us as individuals, spreading out in ripples across our own little corners of the world.

Fly your beautiful blue globes in your sidebars. Think about peace, talk about peace, find your peaceful center.

Peace out y'all!