Riot breaks up pleasent time at Wilmington toy show.

November 19th, 2007 AP-Wire:

Chaos erupted yesterday when a Wilmington MA Toy and Train Show was interrupted by protesters. The protesters, long discriminated against, declared equal rights of their oppressors, the New England Lego Users Group. Sporting signs declaring such slogans as “Fleshies are figs too” and “NELUG unfair to fleshies” the protesters marched on the town to demand equal rights.

One protester, who wishes to remain anonymous, said “I wish the discrimination would end, after all, we’re all abs on the inside.” A good point to remember as the greater community is still struggling with ideas that somehow these new peoples are any different then our yellow faced friends. “It’s just fear of something different” said another protester.

It’s clear however that not everyone is happy with fleshies. A passer buy who just called himself by ‘Harry’, had this to say. “It looks to me as if those trouble makers are following whatever Lucious Malfoy tells them. I’d be pretty skeptical of any thing they had to say.” When asked if he himself had any fleshy friends, ‘Harry’ refused to comment.

Belated. . .

I’d make a horrible Dad. I know it. Know why? Got any clues? Well, in 2006 on 10-25 at 9:57 P.M. I posted my first article here on Brickblog. Why, I remember when this blog was still in diapers, I was excited to get 1 visit after posting oh so many articles. To date, I’m up to 4,694 visits since I installed Google Analytics (November 9, 2006) to track such things. Truly amazing. What’s even scarrier is when I analyze what kinds of articles bring people to my site, I see when you search for d40 vs d70 my site comes up #1 in google.

So lets think back to what brought this blog to life. . .

Oh thats right, those damn raccoons. They’re still around, in fact I had great fun, ehr, I mean I was left no other option, then to shoot one a couple weeks ago with my paintball gun while I had the electric fence repurposed on the garden for the summer.

But of course, I wouldn’t be here with such an audience if it wasn’t for my peeps. Those folks that both read my insane ramblings, and those that link to my blog. So since I can’t thank every single one of you by name, I’ll be certain to report out what WordPress tells me are the good folks linking to my site.

Thanks!


Via Truck

I’ve got some great friends, some unfortunately, I’ve never met in person. It never occurred to me when one of them asked me for my address, what they may be up to. When I returned to the office today from a conference I was surprised by an odd box siting in my cube. Not one to jump to conclusions, I didn’t immediately call the bomb squad.

On closer inspection, I realized that it was from the sender “PU Joint Subcomittee on Inter-Campus SNK Proliferation” I couldn’t wait to open it and see what the PUSOICSNKP had sent me! My boss thought it was Lego, but I knew it would be better, and I was right. I was sent several useful items, that no geek could live without, the most important of all, caffeinated beverage. Behold, the glorious bounty, Arr.

The address label, typed, because computer folks can’t write. You wouldn’t be able to understand it.

Layer 00: They’ll regret so hastily giving up such a fine treasure as a authentic Microsoft Intellimouse PS2. That’s some classic architecture there. Also useful, coffee filters to make some Java while reading a timeless book on Director! Also included, the envelope from a parking violation. . . Yes I did check it to see if there was a ticket inside. ;-)

Layer 01: Lets see if I have the lingo down. . . More gr8 reading material!

Layer 02: After finishing the previous layer, it didn’t take a dummy to see a gift guide, I wonder if someone is hinting at something here. . .

Layer 03: I was on to the next layer in a flash.

Layer 04: I drew a blank on the significance of layer 04.

Layer 05:Then I realized that a drive blank had to make way for precious cargo.

They’re as bad as raw meat left in the sun too long.

Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual similes and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year’s winners:

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E.Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are known to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.