Sure is getting hot outside. Everyday I go home just soaked in sweat. Air conditioner is my best friend. Enjoy the picture. That is all.

More and more people are commenting on my sweet beard thingy. Saying I resemble an Amish person. I can totally see where they are coming from, but it doesn’t really bother me. I think it looks nice. Over the years I have had many new and interesting looks. Longer hair, dyed hair, long beards, etc…

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I never really speak much of my friends on here, but let me assure you I have some. Introducing a new feature on the blog.

It all began in Canada on a muggy Saturday in September 1978. 81 years prior the first traffic fatality Was recorded, and on this day a little hell’s angel was born. Things for MagDa didn’t go Well for her when she was a baby. She was originally born to be a sacrifice for the fire god “Agni”, but her Mother saveD her at the last moment and hid her in a bread box till she was 14.

Only for 3 hours Was she let out of her box and only on her birthday. Here is the only known photo of Magda as a child, taken on her birthDay.

She received most of her education from the back of cereal boxes that her mother also stored in the box. Her first Words were “Theeerrrreeee Ggggrrreeeaaaatttt!”

She soon becaMe lonely and inventeD friends that she could talk to. Magda and her 3 imaginary friends, “Snap, Crackle and Pop”, soon became obsessed With escape froM the box. They spent years Dreaming up plans and draWing Many elaborate Diagrams for escape and one year on her birthday she almost succeeded. Unfortunately the fence Was too high and her dress MaDe out of a Count Chocula box got snagged on barbed Wire. It would take another 11 years before she atteMpted her Daring escape again.

67 days before her 15th birthday Magda escaped. This time instead of draWing up plans and such, she siMply pusheD the door of the box and it opened. In fact of all the years she was kept there, the box Was never locked. I guess that Maybe when your eDucated from the back of Lucky Charms and Cheerios boxes your not the sharpest tool in the shed.

She escaped into the night and a record of the next 6 years is still a mystery. Some speculate that she joined Al-Qaeda, or became a street magician. What we do know is she soMehow re-eDucated herself and went to college. She got her degree in English with a minor in pole dancing.

You Would think things would of gotten better for the cursed child, but they didn’t. After getting run out of Canada for repeatly saying such phrases as “You know what I Mean” and “eh?” she moveD to Taiwan to fulfill her dream as an educator.

She soon lapsed from failed relationship to failed relationship, never able to find true love. Lost and not knowing Where to turn, Magda turned to her eDucation. She changed her name to “Bunny” and became a stripper.

She did Well as a dancer making large sums of Money. She was soon living a life of luxury. Every weekenD she would be buying new expensive things. She holds the worlds record for the largest collection of blue/yellow straws.

Stripper life for Bunny soon took its tole on her. She soon became a nervous reck and couldn’t cope. She continued to dance for 42 days before she collaped from exhaustion. At this point she had to check herself into a hospital. She was treated for paper cuts and Red Bull addiction.

While being treated she Met a brilliant well enDowed man named Frost. Frost was in the same hospital for a relapse of his peanut butter addiction. Through his teachings and Wisdom, Bunny, now renaMeD Magda found what she has been looking for her entire life. What that is I have no freakin idea, but it sure seemed to help.

She got a job at the same place Frost Works, and continues to hold onto her sanity. No one knows what the future holds for MagDa, but if the past is any indication, buy plenty of water and toilet paper and kiss your ass goodbye.

That is my friend Magda. I’m not sure if the above story actually happened to her, but what a great story to tell the grandkids if it had. Magda has her quirks, but in the end I am glad to know her. Here is a real picture of her. As you can tell her past hasn’t fucked her up too much.

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I like to do art projects with my students, or I like to call them, “my kids”. The most recent one being for Mother’s Day. I searched on-line for a project that I can print out and have them color and assemble. For every art project that I do, I first do it myself, so they can see the awesomeness of it.

I know it’s a couple days past Mother’s Day, but since my Mom is the best mother in the entire world (I have proof!) I thought I would display the card I made for her, but was unable to personally hand to her. Here ya go Mom, sorry for being late.

The title means a lot of things. It means I am not stopping my blogging, not stopping the upgrading to the site, and will not stop learning. I thought I was happy with the look, but I then I find something else that interests me and want to try that! But don’t worry too much, there is a plugin I will add on the site, which will allow you, my 4 readers, to switch between the themes and find your personal favorite.
I am also not stopping working on new and interesting projects. I have one that is currently a secret that I am working on with my friend Miltownkid. When the time is right, we shall unleash it onto you all.
This week i’ll be doing some blogs that are more interesting then this one, so come back soon and prepare to be bored.

So on Friday morning I was riding my scooter to work. It had just rained so the ground was slippery. I was traveling down a 3 lane one way street and at an intersection, a car from the middle lane, I was in the left side, decided to switch lanes. This moron, without looking, moves straight towards me. So I slammed on my horn and my brakes at the same time.
When I did that, I started sliding all over the road and the bike came out under me. By the time I lost control I was only going about 5-10mph, but it was enough to hurt.
I didn’t break anything, but I did slightly bruise my tailbone, and scuffed up my jeans a bit.
I just got up, a little shakin, and stared at the driver and proceeded with a one finger salute. Went off to the side of the road, collected my thoughts and inspected the bike. All was good. I even made it to work on-time!
So now I have to be careful when I sit or it hurts. Plus I have decided not to ride my scooter in the rain anymore.
I drew a crappy picture so you can have more of a visual on what I was talking about. Enjoy!

So here is the update on the cheese thieves story. I ended up not buying a real mouse trap and snapping it’s neck, mostly because I couldn’t find one. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to snap it’s neck for stealing my precious cheese, but this is Taiwan and you can’t find shit here.
Later that night I went to a store and set the glue board at a different angle to see if I had a better chance of catching him. I angled it so he would have to walk over more of it, thereby increasing the chance of success.
Lady luck was smiling upon me that night. When I returned home and came in my room I was shocked my plan worked. But it gets better. Not only did I get that son of a bitch who stole my cheese, but apparently he thought it was so easy that he told his buddy about it and they attempted to do it again. Wrong!
I warned his sorry ass to stay away, but did he listen? Nah, he thought he was so slick that he could do it again.
So instead of one, I got 2. Then do you know what I did? That’s right, I stole his cheese. Not only did I steal his cheese, but I forced him to watch me eat it! Best cheese I ever had. Below is the results of my trap and my victory pose.