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More to share with all my blogging friends!

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Enjoy!

200+ Thank Yous

First, I want to thank each of you for all the kind well wishes. Though not fully recovered, I am feeling a little better. It has been a long day of 7up, Cold Pizza, Chicken Noodle Soup, and Tv.

Also, today was a record for me, where my blog reached 200+ Followers, and for that, thank you all!

Other than the blogging community I haven't had much conversation today. Only thing keeping me going at this point is probably my dogs:

Spunky the black(ish) Yorke, and Frosty the (FAT) Pikignese. Anyway, thanks again everyone

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Here you are friends

Enjoy!

JINKIES!!!

So on my way to work this morning, I saw exhibit A:

and then I ran over exhibit B!!!:

Ok, not really. But it was a big snake. It was stretched out almost across the entire two-lane road.

In related news the worlds longest recorded snake ever held in captivity a reticulated python, which was 32ft, 9.5inches. (It was killed in Celebes, Indonesia, in 1912).

Pictured above, the white is the jaws from today's average alligator, the dark and MUCH larger jaws are those of a prehistoric alligator.

Pretty big huh?

Wanna know a little secret?

Prehistoric snakes used to hunt and kill ancient alligators!!!

Can you even begin to imagine how big a snake like that would be?

Can you picture yourself staring into the eye of a snake who's pupil would be the size of half your body?

You may have heard of me

So maybe not that many people are reading anymore, but I wanted to through this out there for the few who still do. Patrick Rothfuss is my favorite author to date. He currently has written 2 ("2" count them, "2") books. The first which I have read at least 3 times, is called "The Name of the Wind". Below is the books' description:

My name is Kvothe, pronounced nearly the same as "quothe." Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more names than anyone has a right to. The Adem call me Maedre. Which, depending on how it's spoken, can mean The Flame, The Thunder, or The Broken Tree.

"The Flame" is obvious if you've ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple of hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it's unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.

"The Thunder" I attribute to a strong baritone and a great deal of stage training at an early age.

I've never thought of "The Broken Tree" as very significant. Although in retrospect, I suppose it could be considered at least partially prophetic.

My first mentor called me E'lir because I was clever and I knew it. My first real lover called me Dulator because she liked the sound of it. I have been called Shadicar, Lightfinger, and Six-String. I have been called Kvothe the Bloodless, Kvothe the Arcane, and Kvothe Kingkiller. I have earned those names. Bought and paid for them.

But I was brought up as Kvothe. My father once told me it meant "to know."

I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned.

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.

You may have heard of me.

So begins the tale of Kvothe—from his childhood in a troupe of traveling players, to years spent as a near-feral orphan in a crime-riddled city, to his daringly brazen yet successful bid to enter a difficult and dangerous school of magic. In these pages you will come to know Kvothe as a notorious magician, an accomplished thief, a masterful musician, and an infamous assassin. But The Name of the Wind is so much more—for the story it tells reveals the truth behind Kvothe's legend.

His second book, "The Wise Man's Fear is superb, a book I have waited year's to read.

Now in The Wise Man’s Fear, Day Two of The Kingkiller Chronicle, an escalating rivalry with a powerful member of the nobility forces Kvothe to leave the University and seek his fortune abroad. Adrift, penniless, and alone, he travels to the kingdom of Vintas, where he quickly becomes entangled in the politics of courtly society. While attempting to curry favor with a powerful noble, Kvothe uncovers an assassination attempt, comes into conflict with a rival arcanist, and leads a group of mercenaries into the wild in an attempt to solve the mystery of who—or what—is waylaying travelers on the King's Road.

All the while, Kvothe searches for answers, attempting to uncover the truth about the mysterious Amyr, the Chandrian, and the death of his parents. Along the way, Kvothe is put on trial by the legendary Adem mercenaries, is forced to reclaim the honor of the Edema Ruh, and travels into the Fae realm. There he meets Felurian, the faerie woman no man can resist, and who no man has ever survived . . . until Kvothe.

In The Wise Man’s Fear, Kvothe takes his first steps on the path of the hero and learns how difficult life can be when a man becomes a legend in his own time.

I am about 400 out of 1000 pages in currently and am always drawn into the story. When I read this book nothing else is important, nothing else matters. Only this book. You might say I'm a little obsessed :)

Now the only sadness is knowing when I finish "The Wise Man's Fear" it shall be a few years before Day 3, and the finaly of Kvothe's tale is told.

What Happened?

What ever happened to those great Nickelodeon cartoons I watched as a child? You know, the ORIGINAL Rugrats, Rocket Power, Agh! Real Monsters!, Jimmy Neutron, The Wild Thornberrys, Angry Beavers!, CatDog, Doug, and of course Hey Arnold!

I'm not saying all of these were smashing success's, but considering how many episodes so many of these shows had, you would think they would at some point make a comeback.

I Especially miss Rocket Power, You know, Otto, Sam, Reggie, Twister, Tito, & of course Raymundo.

Show's like My Wife & Kids, and Everybody Hates Chris, they aren't bad, but they just don't hold the same status in my heart as these original childhood favorites.

Many of these can be found online, and someday when I have kids, I'm going to have them watch the shows I did growing up.

What do you think? What shows did you mindlessly spend hours watching as a kid?