Recently the Colorado Supreme Court, by a vote of 3-2, threw out a sentence for a man convicted of and . The reason? Some jurors in the jury room read from the Bible before reaching a verdict.
Oddly enough, the judge in the case – as Colorado law requires – sent the jury off to deliberate about the penalty with an instruction to think beyond the narrow confines of the law. Each juror, the judge told the panel, must make an "individual moral assessment," in deciding whether the defendant should live.
The jurors voted unanimously for . But the Colorado Supreme Court changed his sentence to life in prison without parole.
"The biblical passages the jurors discussed constituted either a part of the jurors' moral and religious precepts or their general knowledge, and thus were relevant to their court-sanctioned moral assessment," the dissenting judges wrote.
Of course, the ACLU praised the ruling saying that the use of the Bible in the jury room was illegal due to the separation of church and state.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Dave?
SAN JOSE, Calif. -- This black and white photo released by the Santa Clara County Department of Environmental Health shows a portion of a human finger that a woman says she found while eating a bowl of chili at Wendys Restaurant in San Jose, Calif., on Tuesday. Photo was taken on Wednesday, March 23, 2005. (03/24/05 AP photo)
Monday, March 28, 2005
I can't put pictures on here right now
"Hello", the program I use to post pictures keeps giving me a "network error" message when I try to post pictures. I emailed the company, but haven't heard back yet. So anyway, thats why there is nothing new on here right now.
Hey, it's the last 9 weeks of school......YEA!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and btw, today is my birthday. Go me. 25 - a quarter of a century. Sounds old.
Hey, it's the last 9 weeks of school......YEA!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and btw, today is my birthday. Go me. 25 - a quarter of a century. Sounds old.
Friday, March 25, 2005
The Eagles Have Landed
We are all three back home again. It's been a long week. Last night was the first time I had slept at my house in about 8 days or so. I got back from 4 days in Charleston and Tori drove home this morning with Micah from 4 days with her parents.
We took Micah back to the doctor this morning for a checkup. He weighed in at about 7 lbs. 4 oz. This is very good. It means the formula is putting on weight at a healthy rate. He had lost a little and was down to about 5 lbs. 15 oz., when he went back to the hospital. We realized, that Tori was going to have to suppliment her nursing with formula. And now he is suckin' down those bottles. Even after being away from him for 4 days, I can tell he's gotten bigger. I'm sure he'll take me down in arm-wrestling soon.
Tori enjoyed spending a few days with her parents; meanwhile I toured Charleston, S.C., with my 8th grade students. I must admit to having a good time. We toured Ft. Sumter, where the Civil War began, and ceremoniously ended. It was where the first shots of the war were fired. At the end of the war Lincoln was invited to the ceremony to raise the very flag which had been lowered in surrender (which I got to see), but instead, at the advice of his advisors, turned it down, and instead decided to attend Ford's Theatre. ...Doah!
We toured the only plantation to survive both the Revolutionary War and the Civil War. Sherman didn't burn it because it was being used as a Smallpox hospital.
We toured the aircraft carrier, Yorktown, and the tour was directed by an 80 yr. old man, who rode her in her WWII glory days. It was funny, because he cussed alot and yelled at the kids when they tried to sit down. He would go up to one of the kids and then suddenly yell a dramatic part of a story in their face and about make them wet their pants.
And my favorite part of the whole trip.......FREE MEALS!!! Oh yeah. We ate at alot of nice sit down resturaunts, and it was all free. Barbeque, grilled chicken, shrimp, desserts. Ah...sooky sooky now.
And we got to ride a nice chartered bus instead of our crappy little school bus. The boys and I played tons of videogames at night. One night we went to Freddy's Fun Park (an arcade). And one of my "loud and proud" students challenged me to a round of video games so he could show his teacher what was what. That boy should go run and take the S.A.T. real quick, 'cause he got schooled. Score: Mr. Kelly = all video games played ; student = nothing but a crushed spirit. My job there is done.
So overall, things have turned out well. Micah is gaining weight and looking great. Tori's blood pressure seems to have gone back to normal. I have eaten many tasty meats. And my students now realize that their teacher has been playing video games since before they were born and they will never open their mouths again. .....and....I'm sure they learned something educational too.
We took Micah back to the doctor this morning for a checkup. He weighed in at about 7 lbs. 4 oz. This is very good. It means the formula is putting on weight at a healthy rate. He had lost a little and was down to about 5 lbs. 15 oz., when he went back to the hospital. We realized, that Tori was going to have to suppliment her nursing with formula. And now he is suckin' down those bottles. Even after being away from him for 4 days, I can tell he's gotten bigger. I'm sure he'll take me down in arm-wrestling soon.
Tori enjoyed spending a few days with her parents; meanwhile I toured Charleston, S.C., with my 8th grade students. I must admit to having a good time. We toured Ft. Sumter, where the Civil War began, and ceremoniously ended. It was where the first shots of the war were fired. At the end of the war Lincoln was invited to the ceremony to raise the very flag which had been lowered in surrender (which I got to see), but instead, at the advice of his advisors, turned it down, and instead decided to attend Ford's Theatre. ...Doah!
We toured the only plantation to survive both the Revolutionary War and the Civil War. Sherman didn't burn it because it was being used as a Smallpox hospital.
We toured the aircraft carrier, Yorktown, and the tour was directed by an 80 yr. old man, who rode her in her WWII glory days. It was funny, because he cussed alot and yelled at the kids when they tried to sit down. He would go up to one of the kids and then suddenly yell a dramatic part of a story in their face and about make them wet their pants.
And my favorite part of the whole trip.......FREE MEALS!!! Oh yeah. We ate at alot of nice sit down resturaunts, and it was all free. Barbeque, grilled chicken, shrimp, desserts. Ah...sooky sooky now.
And we got to ride a nice chartered bus instead of our crappy little school bus. The boys and I played tons of videogames at night. One night we went to Freddy's Fun Park (an arcade). And one of my "loud and proud" students challenged me to a round of video games so he could show his teacher what was what. That boy should go run and take the S.A.T. real quick, 'cause he got schooled. Score: Mr. Kelly = all video games played ; student = nothing but a crushed spirit. My job there is done.
So overall, things have turned out well. Micah is gaining weight and looking great. Tori's blood pressure seems to have gone back to normal. I have eaten many tasty meats. And my students now realize that their teacher has been playing video games since before they were born and they will never open their mouths again. .....and....I'm sure they learned something educational too.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
A lot going on...
Well, I have a lot to say, and little time...so let me hit you up with the news real quick, in bulleted, "man-style" short answers.
- Micah had a heart murmur - admitted to hospital at 2:00 Thursday PM
- Test revealed the following
- small hole in heart and 2 other small abnormalities
- Dr. says they are rather inconsequential, and should dissappear within 6 mo to a couple of years
- small cyst on brain
- either from a small hemmorage at birth, or another type
- Dr. says either way, SHOULD be inconsequential.
- Will be checked again in 2 week
- valve on bottom of stomach is slightly thicker than should be
- Dr. says not thick enough to be a problem - not to worry
- Tori and Micah in hospital until (probably) Sunday
- If they are released as planned I am going on a field trip w/ 8th graders to Charleston, S.C. until Thursday
- you may not hear from me for several days.
- We are ok, but still pray for Micah, and especially a prayer of thanks for nothing larger being wrong, and for Tori and I as we have a busy week ahead.
- Thank you. Drive through to the second window.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
ROANOKE, Va. -- A 300-pound, male, black bear walks through the halls of Carilion Franklin Memorial Hospital around 9:10 p.m. People in the background have not seen the bear at the time of this picture. Officers planned to sedate the bear, but they were worried what might happen if the bear got loose in the hospital. So an officer shot and killed the bear. Photo taken by a hospital surveillance camera.
Monday, March 14, 2005
S.Koreans Chop Off Fingers in Anti-Japan Protest
Some S. Koreans cut off their fingers in protest over Japan claiming a couple of little islands inbetween the two countries.
Ok. They cut of THEIR OWN FINGERS in protest.
Ok. They cut of THEIR OWN FINGERS in protest.
Taken hostage in her home, Duluth woman shared her life, faith
'I believe God brought him to my door'
Taken hostage in her home, Duluth woman shared her life, faith
By BILL RANKIN, DON PLUMMER
Just two days after moving into her Duluth apartment, Ashley Smith is up late unpacking.
About 2 a.m. Saturday, the 26-year-old runs out of cigarettes and heads to a convenience store to buy a pack of Marlboro Light Menthols.
When she returns, she sees a man in a truck waiting outside her door. She had seen the man earlier, but didn't think much of it. Seeing him again puts her on high alert.
She gets out of her car and shuts the door.
She hears the truck door close about the same time. Fear rises in her.
Holding her key in her hand, she makes her way to her front door and senses his presence. As she slides her key into the lock, she turns to face the man from the truck. She screams. He pokes a gun into her ribs.
"Stop screaming," he demands. "I won't hurt you if you stop screaming."
She fears the worst — that she will be d and killed.
"Do you know who I am?" he asks.
He is wearing a dark blazer beneath a red ski parka but no shirt. He has a new UGA cap on his head.
She doesn't know him.
He removes the cap, showing his shaved head.
"Now do you know who I am?" he asks again.
She recognizes him now: Brian G. Nichols. She begins to tremble.
"I won't hurt you," he tells her.
He takes her into the bathroom, places her in the tub and sits on a small chair, holding a gun.
He leaves her to check for other people in the apartment. When he returns, he tries again to reassure her. "I don't want to hurt anyone else," he says.
He worries that her screams could bring too much attention. "If you scream, the police will come. There will be a hostage situation," he says. "I'll have to kill you and kill myself."
He binds her with masking tape and carries her into the bedroom, where he restrains her with more tape, an electrical cord and some curtains. He makes no ual advance.
"I just need to relax," he tells her.
He needs a shower and leads her as she hops back to the bathroom. He sits her on the chair and drapes a towel over her head for modesty. He places his guns on the counter and showers.
After he finds some fresh clothes — a T-shirt from a bar where she once worked and the trousers of a former boyfriend. He seems to be calmer.
He unbinds her and they sit in her living room.
"I've had a really long day," he says.
He offers her some faint explanation — maybe his first to account to anyone of how he had spent this long day.
"I feel like I'm a warrior. The people of my color have gone through a lot."
But he says he's had enough. "I don't want to hurt anybody anymore," he tells her. "I don't want to kill anybody.
"I want to rest."
The atmosphere becomes more normal, as normal as it could be.
Smith asks if he would mind if she reads.
Nichols says OK. She gets the book she'd been reading, "The Purpose Driven Life." It is a book that offers daily guidance. She picks up where she had left off — the first paragraph of the 33rd chapter.
"We serve God by serving others. The world defines greatness in terms of power, possessions, prestige and position. If you can demand service from others you've arrived. In our self serving culture with its me first mentality, acting like a servant is not a popular concept."
He stops her and asks her to read that again.
They talk and lose track of time. They look at her family photos. "Who's this?" he asks, pointing to a picture. "Who's this?"
She tells him about her family. Her husband died in her arms four years ago after he had been stabbed in a knife fight in Augusta, her hometown. She has a 5-year-old daughter.
She implores him not to kill her because that would leave her daughter without a mother or a father.
She tells him she is supposed to visit her daughter Saturday morning about 10 a.m. at Hebron Baptist Church in Dacula. She hadn't seen her in two weeks. "She's expecting to see me," she tells him. "She's already been through a lot in her life."
Smith shows Nichols her husband's report. "That's what a lot of people will have to go through now, because of what you've done," she tells him. "You need to turn yourself in. No one else needs to die, and you're going to die if you don't."
Smith asks Nichols how he feels about what he did — what about the families of the victims?
She senses a change. "He wasn't a warrior anymore," she recalled later.
"You can go in there right now, pick up that gun and kill me," he tells her. "I'd rather you do it than the police."
He talks about his mother, who is in Africa on business, and wonders what she must be thinking about her son.
They sit watching the TV news of the spree. The screen fills with the story of his attack on Cynthia Hall, the 51-year-old deputy he had overpowered Friday morning to begin his rampage.
"I didn't shoot her," Nichols interjects. "I hit her really hard. Lord, I'm sorry. . . . I hope she lives."
He sees himself on the broadcast. "I can't believe that's me," he says.
Nichols later pulls out the badge and driver's license of David Wilhelm, the U.S. customs agent whom he is accused of hours before. He hands them to Smith.
Smith looks at the license and tells Nichols that Wilhelm was 40 years old. "He probably has a wife and kids," she says.
"I didn't want to kill him," Nichols says. "He wouldn't do what I asked him to do. He fought me, so I had to kill him."
Smith tells Nichols he must surrender.
"I deserve a bullet in the back," he tells her.
No, Smith says, but he must be held accountable for what he did.
Smith tells Nichols his life still has a purpose. By ministering to other inmates, "you can go to jail and save many more people than you killed."
As the night wears on, Smith begins to feel her chances improve.
Nichols tells her he will let her go to see her daughter later in the morning.
Around 6:15 a.m., Nichols says that before sunrise he needs to move the truck he is accused of stealing from Wilhelm.
She agrees to follow him in her car. He leaves the guns under her bed.
As they drive, Smith thinks about calling 911 on her cellphone, but she decides against it. She fears police will come and surround them. There'd be a shootout.
Nichols ditches the truck off Buford Highway, about two miles from the apartment complex.
"Wow, you didn't drive off," Nichols says as he gets into her car. "I thought you were going to."
She drives him back to her apartment. She no longer doubts that she will be set free.
Back at the apartment, Nichols is hungry. She cooks him eggs and pancakes, gives him fruit juice. They have breakfast together.
Nichols asks when she needs to see her daughter. At 10:00 a.m., Smith responds. It'd be good if she could leave at 9:30 to get there.
Smith washes the dishes and gets ready to leave.
Nichols asks her to come visit him in jail. "You're an angel sent from God to me," he tells her. "I want to talk to you again. Will you come see me?"
She tells him she will.
"I'll be back in a little while," she says.
Nichols gives her an odd look that makes Smith wonder whether he believes her.
At the door, he hands her $40. "Take it," Nichols says. "I don't have any need for it."
Nichols holds an electronic stud finder he took from Wilhelm's truck and asks if he can hang some of her pictures or curtains while she's gone.
Smith tells him to do whatever he likes.
As she walks into the bright, warm daylight, Smith begins to tremble. She drives to a stop sign and dials 911. She tells the dispatcher that Nichols is in her apartment.
Within minutes, a Gwinnett police SWAT team swarms outside Smith's apartment. Nichols holds out a white piece of cloth and surrenders. Smith was watching from behind a van parked across the parking lot.
Sunday night, after recounting her time with Nichols, Smith said she believes there was some purpose to his finding her.
"I believe God brought him to my door so he couldn't hurt anyone else," she said.
Taken hostage in her home, Duluth woman shared her life, faith
By BILL RANKIN, DON PLUMMER
Just two days after moving into her Duluth apartment, Ashley Smith is up late unpacking.
About 2 a.m. Saturday, the 26-year-old runs out of cigarettes and heads to a convenience store to buy a pack of Marlboro Light Menthols.
When she returns, she sees a man in a truck waiting outside her door. She had seen the man earlier, but didn't think much of it. Seeing him again puts her on high alert.
She gets out of her car and shuts the door.
She hears the truck door close about the same time. Fear rises in her.
Holding her key in her hand, she makes her way to her front door and senses his presence. As she slides her key into the lock, she turns to face the man from the truck. She screams. He pokes a gun into her ribs.
"Stop screaming," he demands. "I won't hurt you if you stop screaming."
She fears the worst — that she will be d and killed.
"Do you know who I am?" he asks.
He is wearing a dark blazer beneath a red ski parka but no shirt. He has a new UGA cap on his head.
She doesn't know him.
He removes the cap, showing his shaved head.
"Now do you know who I am?" he asks again.
She recognizes him now: Brian G. Nichols. She begins to tremble.
"I won't hurt you," he tells her.
He takes her into the bathroom, places her in the tub and sits on a small chair, holding a gun.
He leaves her to check for other people in the apartment. When he returns, he tries again to reassure her. "I don't want to hurt anyone else," he says.
He worries that her screams could bring too much attention. "If you scream, the police will come. There will be a hostage situation," he says. "I'll have to kill you and kill myself."
He binds her with masking tape and carries her into the bedroom, where he restrains her with more tape, an electrical cord and some curtains. He makes no ual advance.
"I just need to relax," he tells her.
He needs a shower and leads her as she hops back to the bathroom. He sits her on the chair and drapes a towel over her head for modesty. He places his guns on the counter and showers.
After he finds some fresh clothes — a T-shirt from a bar where she once worked and the trousers of a former boyfriend. He seems to be calmer.
He unbinds her and they sit in her living room.
"I've had a really long day," he says.
He offers her some faint explanation — maybe his first to account to anyone of how he had spent this long day.
"I feel like I'm a warrior. The people of my color have gone through a lot."
But he says he's had enough. "I don't want to hurt anybody anymore," he tells her. "I don't want to kill anybody.
"I want to rest."
The atmosphere becomes more normal, as normal as it could be.
Smith asks if he would mind if she reads.
Nichols says OK. She gets the book she'd been reading, "The Purpose Driven Life." It is a book that offers daily guidance. She picks up where she had left off — the first paragraph of the 33rd chapter.
"We serve God by serving others. The world defines greatness in terms of power, possessions, prestige and position. If you can demand service from others you've arrived. In our self serving culture with its me first mentality, acting like a servant is not a popular concept."
He stops her and asks her to read that again.
They talk and lose track of time. They look at her family photos. "Who's this?" he asks, pointing to a picture. "Who's this?"
She tells him about her family. Her husband died in her arms four years ago after he had been stabbed in a knife fight in Augusta, her hometown. She has a 5-year-old daughter.
She implores him not to kill her because that would leave her daughter without a mother or a father.
She tells him she is supposed to visit her daughter Saturday morning about 10 a.m. at Hebron Baptist Church in Dacula. She hadn't seen her in two weeks. "She's expecting to see me," she tells him. "She's already been through a lot in her life."
Smith shows Nichols her husband's report. "That's what a lot of people will have to go through now, because of what you've done," she tells him. "You need to turn yourself in. No one else needs to die, and you're going to die if you don't."
Smith asks Nichols how he feels about what he did — what about the families of the victims?
She senses a change. "He wasn't a warrior anymore," she recalled later.
"You can go in there right now, pick up that gun and kill me," he tells her. "I'd rather you do it than the police."
He talks about his mother, who is in Africa on business, and wonders what she must be thinking about her son.
They sit watching the TV news of the spree. The screen fills with the story of his attack on Cynthia Hall, the 51-year-old deputy he had overpowered Friday morning to begin his rampage.
"I didn't shoot her," Nichols interjects. "I hit her really hard. Lord, I'm sorry. . . . I hope she lives."
He sees himself on the broadcast. "I can't believe that's me," he says.
Nichols later pulls out the badge and driver's license of David Wilhelm, the U.S. customs agent whom he is accused of hours before. He hands them to Smith.
Smith looks at the license and tells Nichols that Wilhelm was 40 years old. "He probably has a wife and kids," she says.
"I didn't want to kill him," Nichols says. "He wouldn't do what I asked him to do. He fought me, so I had to kill him."
Smith tells Nichols he must surrender.
"I deserve a bullet in the back," he tells her.
No, Smith says, but he must be held accountable for what he did.
Smith tells Nichols his life still has a purpose. By ministering to other inmates, "you can go to jail and save many more people than you killed."
As the night wears on, Smith begins to feel her chances improve.
Nichols tells her he will let her go to see her daughter later in the morning.
Around 6:15 a.m., Nichols says that before sunrise he needs to move the truck he is accused of stealing from Wilhelm.
She agrees to follow him in her car. He leaves the guns under her bed.
As they drive, Smith thinks about calling 911 on her cellphone, but she decides against it. She fears police will come and surround them. There'd be a shootout.
Nichols ditches the truck off Buford Highway, about two miles from the apartment complex.
"Wow, you didn't drive off," Nichols says as he gets into her car. "I thought you were going to."
She drives him back to her apartment. She no longer doubts that she will be set free.
Back at the apartment, Nichols is hungry. She cooks him eggs and pancakes, gives him fruit juice. They have breakfast together.
Nichols asks when she needs to see her daughter. At 10:00 a.m., Smith responds. It'd be good if she could leave at 9:30 to get there.
Smith washes the dishes and gets ready to leave.
Nichols asks her to come visit him in jail. "You're an angel sent from God to me," he tells her. "I want to talk to you again. Will you come see me?"
She tells him she will.
"I'll be back in a little while," she says.
Nichols gives her an odd look that makes Smith wonder whether he believes her.
At the door, he hands her $40. "Take it," Nichols says. "I don't have any need for it."
Nichols holds an electronic stud finder he took from Wilhelm's truck and asks if he can hang some of her pictures or curtains while she's gone.
Smith tells him to do whatever he likes.
As she walks into the bright, warm daylight, Smith begins to tremble. She drives to a stop sign and dials 911. She tells the dispatcher that Nichols is in her apartment.
Within minutes, a Gwinnett police SWAT team swarms outside Smith's apartment. Nichols holds out a white piece of cloth and surrenders. Smith was watching from behind a van parked across the parking lot.
Sunday night, after recounting her time with Nichols, Smith said she believes there was some purpose to his finding her.
"I believe God brought him to my door so he couldn't hurt anyone else," she said.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Look Who's Talking at the Drive-Through
LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - McDonald's Corp. wants to outsource your neighborhood drive-through. The world's largest fast-food chain said on Thursday it is looking into using remote call centers to take customer orders in an effort to improve service at its drive-throughs.
"If you're in L.A.... and you hear a person with a North Dakota accent taking your order, you'll know what we're up to," McDonald's Chief Executive Jim Skinner told analysts at the Bear Stearns Retail, Restaurants & Apparel Conference in New York. Call center professionals with "very strong communication skills" could help boost order accuracy and ultimately speed up the time it takes customers to get in and out of the drive-throughs, the company said.
"If you're in L.A.... and you hear a person with a North Dakota accent taking your order, you'll know what we're up to," McDonald's Chief Executive Jim Skinner told analysts at the Bear Stearns Retail, Restaurants & Apparel Conference in New York. Call center professionals with "very strong communication skills" could help boost order accuracy and ultimately speed up the time it takes customers to get in and out of the drive-throughs, the company said.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
SNES
I love my Super Nintendo.
How many people can say they played Double Dragon with their wife last night?
How many people can say they played Double Dragon with their wife last night?
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
SNES - "Know your roots"
Why? I don't really know. I mean...I didn't really need to. Splinter Cell 'Chaos Theory' is coming out this month for XBox. I am a Splinter Cell fan, and its the only game I ever hardly play. I only own three games, one (Halo 2) I just put on eBay because I never play it, two - a football game, which I keep because my father-in-law and brother-in-law like to play it with me when they visit, and three - Splinter Cell, which I play online every Friday night. So it's not like I play a whole lot, but I just got that itch....to go retro.
So I spent yesterday evening on eBay. I was searching out the old-school system I was in the mood for...Super Nintendo. True, it's not an Atari or a Nintendo, (I had both) but it hails from the time in my life when I vividly remember the games and the fun.
So I began to do my bidding. (Pun intended) The first two SNES's I bid on, I got snipped right at the last few seconds. I had already put in my max bid, so to go higher would have only been a emotional bid, not a reasonable one. But it all worked out for the best because I ended up getting one just as good, with more games, for much less cash. I had to bid on a couple of games separate. But in the end, I got a Super Nintendo, 2 controllers, and 10 games. All for only $68.57. That is a great deal. After spending the evening looking over this stuff on eBay, I feel qualified to tell you that if I put that whole batch on eBay (which I probably will eventually) I would fetch at LEAST $75 - $85. So my bargain hunting payed off. (As long as everything works ok once I get it.
The games I got were:
Paperboy II
Jurassic Park
Gradius III
Super Double Dragon
Starfox
Super Mario World
Killer Instinct
Out of This World
Street Fighter 2
Mario Kart
The games in yellow are the ones that either Tori or I were really after. The other three I will try, and if I don't like them, I'll put them back on eBay.
So anyway, hopefully in a few days I'll be riding Yoshii, swallowing shells and spitting fire, throwing Ryuken fireballs and racing Luigi. So if any of you guys come over, we can go old-school and relive those memories.
...and then play Splinter Cell.
So I spent yesterday evening on eBay. I was searching out the old-school system I was in the mood for...Super Nintendo. True, it's not an Atari or a Nintendo, (I had both) but it hails from the time in my life when I vividly remember the games and the fun.
So I began to do my bidding. (Pun intended) The first two SNES's I bid on, I got snipped right at the last few seconds. I had already put in my max bid, so to go higher would have only been a emotional bid, not a reasonable one. But it all worked out for the best because I ended up getting one just as good, with more games, for much less cash. I had to bid on a couple of games separate. But in the end, I got a Super Nintendo, 2 controllers, and 10 games. All for only $68.57. That is a great deal. After spending the evening looking over this stuff on eBay, I feel qualified to tell you that if I put that whole batch on eBay (which I probably will eventually) I would fetch at LEAST $75 - $85. So my bargain hunting payed off. (As long as everything works ok once I get it.
The games I got were:
Paperboy II
Jurassic Park
Gradius III
Super Double Dragon
Starfox
Super Mario World
Killer Instinct
Out of This World
Street Fighter 2
Mario Kart
The games in yellow are the ones that either Tori or I were really after. The other three I will try, and if I don't like them, I'll put them back on eBay.
So anyway, hopefully in a few days I'll be riding Yoshii, swallowing shells and spitting fire, throwing Ryuken fireballs and racing Luigi. So if any of you guys come over, we can go old-school and relive those memories.
...and then play Splinter Cell.
Dan Rather - Hit the road jack
Dan Rather will be leaving his post as CBS News anchor soon. If you want to know why so many are sick of his biased, liberal reporting, just examine the "Compare and Contrast" at this site:
www.ratherbiased.com
www.ratherbiased.com
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Charlie moments from Sunday
I just wanted to mention two Charlie moments from Sunday.
First...
I went to Burger King for breakfast on the way to church. I was by myself. Tori was at home with the baby. I was in a very, very big hurry. I was going to go to Sunday School, and I was already late. I decided to eat inside real quick, because the drivethrough line was so long.
I walk in the door. You know how they have those railings, that channel the line in a snake-like pattern. There are spaces inbetween the railings. But not big enough to walk through. Not an adult anyway. Well, I walked in and saw there was only one person at the cash register. But...there was a man and a boy who walked in the opposite door on the other side the exact same time I did. It was time for emergency action. The opening of the lane was on their side. But they didn't have any dibs on the next spot, because they had just come in through the door too. So we were equal so far. I decided I had to act quickly, before they had dibs on the next spot. So I decided to squeeze through the crack in the railing.
Ok, I should have taken a picture to show you how skinny this slit was. But I started. Somehow I managed to get my first thigh through the slit. (Remember this man and his boy are watching me do this.) It caused extreme pain. Then I had to get the other one through, all the while, trying to pretend this is a very normal motion, and it is no big deal. I started the other thigh. It did not come through so easy. It started to get stuck. I was in pain, but knew I had started and now I must finish, and do so with a straight face. So I semi-jerked my leg through. I was now standing at the waiting cashier. On the inside I grimaced with pain, but knew I must not show it, so that this man and boy would not think I was a giant imbecile. So I stood there, and ordered my sausage and egg croissant...even though my hunger was now temporarily disabled from the throbbing.
And the hashbrowns weren't even any good.
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Second Charlie moment, same Charlie morning...
This one is shorter. A lady at church approached me during the fellowship time. I knew her. I instantly knew I had a decision to make. Hold out my hand, or begin initiating the hug sequence. The wrong choice would mean embarrasement. So I weighed my known (remembered) relationship with the lady, and decided to assertively extend the handshake. She looked at my hand. Then she hugged me. Why was I born? stupidstupidstupid
First...
I went to Burger King for breakfast on the way to church. I was by myself. Tori was at home with the baby. I was in a very, very big hurry. I was going to go to Sunday School, and I was already late. I decided to eat inside real quick, because the drivethrough line was so long.
I walk in the door. You know how they have those railings, that channel the line in a snake-like pattern. There are spaces inbetween the railings. But not big enough to walk through. Not an adult anyway. Well, I walked in and saw there was only one person at the cash register. But...there was a man and a boy who walked in the opposite door on the other side the exact same time I did. It was time for emergency action. The opening of the lane was on their side. But they didn't have any dibs on the next spot, because they had just come in through the door too. So we were equal so far. I decided I had to act quickly, before they had dibs on the next spot. So I decided to squeeze through the crack in the railing.
Ok, I should have taken a picture to show you how skinny this slit was. But I started. Somehow I managed to get my first thigh through the slit. (Remember this man and his boy are watching me do this.) It caused extreme pain. Then I had to get the other one through, all the while, trying to pretend this is a very normal motion, and it is no big deal. I started the other thigh. It did not come through so easy. It started to get stuck. I was in pain, but knew I had started and now I must finish, and do so with a straight face. So I semi-jerked my leg through. I was now standing at the waiting cashier. On the inside I grimaced with pain, but knew I must not show it, so that this man and boy would not think I was a giant imbecile. So I stood there, and ordered my sausage and egg croissant...even though my hunger was now temporarily disabled from the throbbing.
And the hashbrowns weren't even any good.
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Second Charlie moment, same Charlie morning...
This one is shorter. A lady at church approached me during the fellowship time. I knew her. I instantly knew I had a decision to make. Hold out my hand, or begin initiating the hug sequence. The wrong choice would mean embarrasement. So I weighed my known (remembered) relationship with the lady, and decided to assertively extend the handshake. She looked at my hand. Then she hugged me. Why was I born? stupidstupidstupid
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