Here’s a gun and hot weather for you, kid.

And like lightning from the sky there was a great crackling noise, and suddenly,  standing before you was the Blogger. Do you run? Do you have time to hide? Or do you stand there slack jawed in amazement as  you panic in a wild attempt to do all three at once? For when he returns none shall be prepared.”   – The Book of the Blogger 5:17

5:18

5:19

5:20

****BRIIIIIIING******

*******BANG*******

****BANG***********

************BANG***

Okay, so I was rudely awakened this morning by the sound of an alarm clock and gunfire.

Now before you say “Murphy! You need to pack your stuff and get out of there!” I ought to explain the normal summer routine of the neighborhood kids. You see, since the beginning of the summer they have all been into buying airsoft pellet guns. Anything from the smallest pop pistol to the loudest belt feed turret machine gun. So on this day, unbeknownst to me in advance, they had a “Battle at dawn”.  They were walking around, all padded up from head to their toes and wearing goggles for protection while it was eighty seven degrees out…

“Now thats all nice and funny, but what does this have to do with your return, Murphy?” you might wonder. Well I’ll tell you simply. After my initial waking up I realized it was hot. It was really, really hot. I tried to use the laptop fan to cool off…needless to say, that was a bad idea. After getting a ice pack for my face, I laid down and decided on telling people how wonderful my day has been going. 

How has yours been?

   – Murphy

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How I feel the week after thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving! (Okay. Yeah,  I know it’s Sunday now but I just hadn’t had a chance to tell you.)

Anyway, if you’re still around reading this now that means you have successfully battled off your food comas and have control over at least a couple of your limbs. But I’m glad that you guys still read my blog every now and then, considering the ever widening substantial expanse of time between my posts.

It’s Good To Be Back! Here’s My Weekend.

After a long time away from my blog it feels good to come back and read some of the old articles, look at the pictures, and just  to say “Remember when,”.

I got a part time job working at a waterpark, not as a lifeguard, but on the maintenance crew. Which requires working odd hours through out the week. Honestly, some days all I can do is come home and fall asleep on the couch. It seems pulling me away from the things I love.

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I saw my wonderful Kitty this past weekend. We cuddled, went swimming in lake, and then laid out on the dunes together. There was a beautiful sunset, then moon was out, I don’t even think she noticed it though. God, everyday I get to see her I’m so happy. It’s like a photograph, my problems fade out in the background and all that’s left is the perfect picture of her.

I wished on a star for you, love.

– Murphy                   ‘

Nerd Nightly, Episode One.

 


 

Sorry for the really long post.  I just felt like sharing this.

– Murphy

And, just to clarify, I don’t approve of  “Edison bashing”.

 

“WTH?!” Picture Dump

So I was looking through all my picture folders on my computer and I saw a folder just POP up labeled “WTH?!”  

(Okay, fine it was actually just sitting next to “screen-shots” and “asdfsadasd” )

As with most of the things on my computer I KINDA had a idea of what was in it, but then again I thought I KINDA had a idea of how to put up the Christmas lights a few years back and that didn’t go so well… 

I slipped off the ladder shown in the foreground. After hanging upside down for roughly five minutes banging against the house, my sister came out...to take pictures.

Anyway, I (in a fit of daring) opened the folder.

This, Dear reader, is the entire contents. . .

Okay, so I was really wierded out by then. 

Next time I’m going to keep better track of what I download.

                                                                                                                      – Murphy

My Compulsive Cleaning Rhyme

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Working 6am till 7 at night, the summer sun is not my light.

I’ve polished mirrors, mopped, cleaned and dusted, even the hinges. (they were all rusted)

I know I get my dues at the end, but I think the job’s messing with my head.

You see, I fear I’ve gone TO long on this jolly cleaning spree.

Because even when I’ve been exausted at six fifty four, someone tracks dirt on my hardwood floor, and I suddenly feel the urge to clean SOME MORE!
                                                 

Murphy

 

The NEW Face of the Writer.

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So I’ve got a couple of readers emailing me about the lack of pictures with myself in them.

Not that the panda with pistols that I have as my gravatar is to widely used but that most poeple like to attribute a face to the name.
And so here’s the new face of Murphy’s lawless.
                                                                                                                    – Murphy