so i got flack for too long of a post
here’s a way shorter one
I have a google video account with all my videos on it
I have a youtube account with like one video on it
and I now have a flickr account with a bunch of my digital pics on it.
since no one probably actually read my last long post. it was supposed to be like the hobbit. dicks.
5 comments May 30th, 2006
By Brycebo Baggins
After a week on the road, sixty hours of work, with Valbo Baggins, the great traveler and stone charmer, I have come back to my humble home with stories the other whole-lings would never believe.
I am from an ordinary town, with ordinary neighbors, ordinary animals like dogs and cats, ordinary friends, and an effen hot gf who does whatever whenever. Things are quiet around Big Stone, just the way people like it. In fact, when one of the villagers had taken a mysterious potion so powerful that after you make it your entire home becomes at risk to explode as the authorities bind your hands with metal and take you to be locked up, he attacked one of these authorities and tried to end his life, well, it was the talk of the town for weeks. So not many exciting things happen in Big Stone.
One day while I was digging around in my garden for fresh turnips, sprouts, and cabbages the great stone charmer stood in front of my with his sword at his side and said, “Boy, it is time you became a man and left this ordinary place. Traveling to different lands and taking on danger face to face. I quickly packed my things in a little blue sack and we were on our journey. Our horse was named GMC and she had been hurt very badly when the stone charmer had led his horse directly into battle with another hoofed animal. As you guessed the horse survived while the wild beast had fallen, but not before taking part of the horse with him.
The journey’s purpose was to continue charming stones, using magical sand we would alter the appearance of great stones in pastures of other stones, all locked up stuck in the ground and kept in with fences, called stone prisons. Here are some of our adventures.
In the land called Fulda, near Arkonland in the country of Minnesota we came upon a stone that was restless. Not stuck in the ground and trying to spill our innocent blood on the ground the stone was particularly difficult to charm and in a battle we had wished to avoid the stone fell by my mighty blow, allowing it to fall on the ground in an erratic manner breaking it’s spine and taking its last breath. The stone charmer was quite displeased, cursing and screaming, for the stone charmer hates taking any lives and the stone laid fallen.
In one stone prison quite an eerie site was found, a grave to place a fallen whole-ling had been dug but not covered and not filled with a corpse. Well, it took a great sense of control not to crawl in myself to see what it would feel like, but I feared it was too deep and I wouldn’t be able to get out, plus the stone charmer was very crabby and if he needed my assistance and found my laying in an open grave, I fear his temper would’ve driven him to fill the whole and let me rest eternally. In the same prison I found a stone bearing the name, Mother Theresa. A very famous whole-ling taking on the height characteristics of a half-ling or two-thirds-ling.
To charm the stones the master would always take sticky rubber and place it on the stone, to calm the stone down and to assist the magical sand in its charming. To shape this sticky rubber a wonderful machine with knives that cut the rubber in any way you wish is used. To our misfortune the wonderful machine’s spirit left during our adventure. To revive the machine I had taken it’s screws off along the side to open an area to begin our doctoring it back to health, I made a mistake, unfortunately, for I thought I would have to take every screw off the machine’s body and lift the entire armor off the machine. This proved to be not true and as I removed screws from the bottom, while tilting the machine on it’s side, I heard hidden things making an awful thud inside, like something small from the inside was becoming loose and dropping. I found out that I made a terrible mistake and did not need to remove any more than four screws, rather than the 14 or so I actually removed. After working for an hour and a half to revive the machine into working manner, I gave up, put about ten screws in my pocket and waited for the sun to come down to perform further surgery. Eventually the stone charmer caught on that something was amiss and he charmed the machine as well, a marvelous whole-ling he truly is.
Another day during our journey we had warm weather with the sun shining down all day, then very quickly dark clouds entered our area and the rain these cloud brought were so strong I felt we could hardly keep the horse on the road, for our vision was impaired so much. We quit charming at that point and found a nice dry stable to spend the night.
When we finally began our journey back home, after charming many stones and battling dragons and drinking unicorn blood, we came across a very peculiar animal. It had a tail like a stegosaurus and the beak of a eagle but a shell like that of the myth of Haji, the turtle that gave its life to save other turtles (and if Haji isn’t dead, lock your doors, there is an evil force that wantses to takes’es my precious!) . The unusual beast was slowly crossing the road, the stone charmer said it snaps it’s powerful jaws at predators and even attacked our horses hooves. Dumb beast, our horse could kick his ass, no doubt.
I had a great many fears in our journey, the unit that harnesses the magical sands powers was very loud and very powerful. If used incorrectly the magical sands, with assistance from this unit, could cause great harm and injury. At one point the stone charmer, not a nice man, had my hooking up the contraption as he waited. I had noticed the valve that harnesses the power of the magical sand was open, with the nozzle to fire the sand pointed directly at me. The charmer commanded I turn the power on, while it was still pointing at me. I was fear struck, master wanted my killed, to lay fallen in the place where brave soldiers are laid to rest. My thoughts went back home to my ordinary friends and extraordinary gf. How I used to fish all day for halibut and watch the great sorcerer Alfred light mystical fireworks that would explode for everyone to see, sometimes even giving people and horses a mighty scare by throwing fireworks at them. But people would just laugh and cheer Alfred on as he continued to do so, not understanding a word anyone from our lands spoke, for he was from Mordor. Bitch. My thoughts went to all the things I would not live to see, another dragon, my own wedding, my second and third wedding (the third will be back with that first girl again), Frisbee matches, rehab, and instead I would be watching everyone go to my funeral and have a mighty evil stone put in stone prison and charmed by my very own master. It soon became clear the stone charmer wanted to end my life so he would have more work to earn more golden coins to buy more magical sand. I did as instructed, praying for help from all of the great sorcerers, Linda, Chet, Davey, Tyler, Big T, Ricky, your mom, Em-Train, and none of them answered my call, I just got lucky. There was one last valve that needed to be turned on after I powered it up. I was safe. For now.
We came back realizing no one could possible fathom our journeys, dangers, and unusual things we had come across. We realized we could never be satisfied by our ordinary lives again, for I was now like the great traveling stone charmer, I had seen all there is to be seen. The most evil rocks in the land, mightier horses than could ever be seen in such an ordinary town like Big Stone, great creatures, and mysterious magic.
I hope to have another journey someday, for I am paid by the hour and get paid for travel.
6 comments May 28th, 2006
It’s really nice out. Spur party was last night. We were up till 2:45AM. Good times. May be the last time I see a lot of those people.
It is weird seeing random acquaintances and saying the usual, “see ya later”. Then I realize, I probably won’t. Ever again. I mean, leaving Marshall for the summer, then leaving the Midwest.
Food for thought.
1 comment May 6th, 2006
And tomorrow I aim to finish 3 of those for sure.
Furthermore, we lost in frisbee, we got unfairly judged on our business policy 40 page paper, and I’m mad about both. If some of you know me really well, I like to think it takes a lot for me to really lose my cool, either hit a sensitive area of my life, or try and F me like a B. I just about lost my cool with my teacher today after I saw an 82 percent for the paper I’ve literally spent over 20 straight man-hours on.
Details later.
3 comments May 4th, 2006
Work is over. Today, Monday, I discover what it feels like to have some free time again. Until the end of my collegiate career I have some projects and stuff due.
Also, a lot of Lindsey Loving 
Oh, and that speech thing for graduation.
And lots of tennis, frolfing, and Ultimate Frisbee…and Lindsey Loving.
9 comments May 1st, 2006
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