me make meat

Killed my first beast with a bow, here I am back at the duplex after a long day of packing out meat with my sister, aaron and kendra. We all had about 100 pound packs for about 4 miles, it was tough.

Attack of the Protein Octopus!!

 

Just a reminder.....

The House on the Hill
(House of Ehson, John, Liz, Ian, and Paige)
requests the pleasure of your company at the 2006

Night of Magic
Birthday Prom

Guests of Honor:
Miss Jill Brodin
and Miss Katie Hopp

Date: Saturday, September 30, 2006
Time: 7:00 PM
Dress: Thriftstore Formal
Theme: Night of Magic

Taco Bell? Pachelbel?

I stole this post from Matt Baldwin, the defective yeti. I could have just linked to it, but there's no fun in that. His site gets plenty of views already.

September 19, 2006

Research Day: Taco Bell And The Ozone Layer

Why is Taco Bell so named?: When I was nine or ten, I was in the car with my dad when we passed one of the Taco Bells that were springing up all over our suburb. "Why do they call it that?" I asked.

My father, a classical music aficionado, thought for a moment and said "I think it's a play on the name Pachelbel. You know, the composer who wrote the Canon? And the Hexachordum Apollinis?"

That answer satisfied me for a decade and a half. Recently, though, while driving by another of the ubiquitous fast-food outlets, the question popped back into my head, and it occurred to me that a restaurant boasting a "Cheesy Gordita Crunch Supreme" for 99¢ was probably not named in honor of a seventeenth century Baroque organist. Maybe if they served a "Beef Taccota in C minor," or their soda machine dispensed "Mountain Fugue."

So today I headed over to tacobell.com, and pored over their "history" page, looking for clues as to the store's name. And by "pored over," I mean I read the first two words in their history, which were as follows:

"Glen Bell ..."

Ah. The founder's name is Bell. Duh.

And so my fifteen-year investigation comes to a sudden and anti-climatic end. Wow. Honestly, I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.

Revenue

I don't think it ever snowed in town, but it did about 1000' up into the mountains. Some pics from climbing at Revenue Flats west of town where the weather is nicer.

Liz playing with gear:










Snow in the tobaccy roots:

















A new move that can only be called the "ass jam"

The Weekend

Oh Boy!

Name this animal:

If these guys ever ask you to go for a bike ride......

.....SAY NO!!!!, I'll be at the bar.

Like a Bike.....but not really

Maybe I should have started with one of these....it has mudguards to keep stray dog poo off your waterbottle.

moon

It's a smoky biotch out tonight.