And therefore the statute of limitations on embarrassment has expired… and anyway, since when do I care about being embarrassed? This was a good party. I met Christian there, and it’s been a month and a half of good times, with more in store.
Not pictured is the brunch we had or the awesome wipeout KJ had. It’s amazing how much fin that little plastic trike was. A good day.
let’s see… it’s been a few weeks since I’ve done this, had a new job to adjust to and some mad winter darkness blues to deal with… but here I am. Still looking for perfection. Still taking those photos. Still makin’ your women wish they were my woman. Don’t get jealous… it’s just the photos. don’t worry, there’s more where this came from.
Just found this in my scratch buffer, and I don’t remember where I got it from:
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods
A little googling gave back Lays of Ancient Rome, Horatius. It’s one of those battle poems that always leaves me teary. Which is to say one of two*. The other being Charge of the Light Brigade:
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d & thunder’d
The metal of the 19th century. Rock on.
*update: I remembered another one right after I hit publish, Henry V, act 4 scene 3. Of course.
you know, when I really start posting, I go through these photos a lot faster. two days later and we’re through the current batch and now I’ve gotta go edit again.
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