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Name: Daniel
Birthday: 11/16/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: I'm interested in just about everything, but let me narrow it down for you...
World history, war, geography, archery, medieval weaponry, music, martial arts, criminal justice, political science, foreign language (currently studying Arabic and Hebrew), travel, camping, backpacking, fire, explosions, etc. etc. etc... strategy based board games, web-design/publishing, drawing... Does that help?
Expertise: I'm a expert french fry cooker, if that counts. I can say goodbye in about a gazillion languages....
Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
Message: message me
MSN: snoop_daug@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  snoop_daniels@yahoo.com
Member Since:
12/21/2004
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| I think I've actually experienced something worthy of a blog post. Weird.
Jonathan Moore, his brother Josh and I were out at the Jenkins' house shooting Airsoft guns at each other a couple weeks ago. I say "shooting Airsoft guns at each other" rather than "playing Airsoft" because to use the latter phrase would imply a game, when in reality Airsoft guns are so inaccurate that you must all stand about 15 feet from each other and unload about five rounds in order to hit your opponent once. Then, when you run out of ammunition in your clip, you all simultaneously stop shooting, and spend several minutes loading your guns, which is more time than you actually spend shooting.
Brother Lonnie and Bro. Paul, seeing three young men playing around, decided to enlist our aid in a task so difficult and dangerous, they withheld a description of the job until after we agreed to help. The electric company had recently replaced some old power polls downed during a storm, and told the Jenkins that they could have them for free if they were willing to go to the trouble of picking them up. Desirous of creating a well-lit sand volleyball court on their property, they decided they would take them.
We took Bro. Lonnie's old truck, along with a car trailer just about equal in length to his truck, down about a quarter of a mile to where the decommissioned poles were laying. We tried to lift one like a battering ram, but even with the combined effort of all five of us, we were unable to lift it to even the slightest degree. We then decided to abandon the battering ram method for the dragging method, and so lent our strength to lifting just one of the two ends. This proved nearly as difficult, but we managed to scoot it along a few feet at a time until it was finally secured on the trailer. It would be more accurate to say that it was balancing on the front rim trailer, and teetering back and forth, alternately hitting the cab of the truck then the ground behind the trailer then the cab again, for that is precisely what it did, being every bit as long as the truck and trailer put together.
Bro. Paul and I mounted our mechanical steed, newly equipped with a gigantic lance. As we drove down the road, our primary responsibility, beyond keeping the beam balanced, was to avoid being bludgeoned violently on the head, for during every turn the beam would swing out and away from the truck and back again. More than once, the great beam landed hard on the cab of the truck, and we heard the other end dragging on the pavement.
Finally we reached the barn, and only after they brought out their tractor, armed with a hydraulic bucket, did we manage to unload our unusual cargo.
For the next load, they thought it would be best to bring along the tractor. It was then decided to try to get the last two poles in one load, an enterprise which I regarded as altogether hopeless, not to mention insane. Nevertheless, we managed to safely balance both poles on the poor front rim of the trailer.
It was now dark. We had been this for roughly two hours. Just as we were pulling left into their driveway, a cop traveling the opposite direction turned on his lights. As we came to a stop in the driveway, the officer got out of his care and walked calmly up to us. I turned to Bro. Paul. "Boy, this is turning in to quite an adventure." I said. This was a remarkable understatement. "Yeah, things usually are when my dad is involved." he replied.
What on earth could this policeman want? Had we been dangerously invisible on the road? No, we had lights all over the truck and trailer. We obviously hadn't been speeding. Considering the mass of our cargo, who knows what the consequences would have been. One of us getting crushed? A huge dent in the cab of the truck? A rift in the time space continuum? At first we were incredulous. "What next?" we each mumbled. As the policeman drew closer, we were more curious about why he had pulled us over than we were concerned about the consequences of whatever our violation.
"I'm sorry gentlemen. We got a call a bit ago from a person who said someone was stealing the power polls." he said. I thought he sounded a bit to serious considering the utter ridiculousness of the idea. If someone was going to steal something, I would think that a power poll is the last thing they would settle on, short of a land mine, or a nuclear reactor core. Sure, they're worth a few hundred dollars, but aren't there far more valuable things to steal that don't present the logistic challenges of a six-hundred-pound power poll?
Stupidity notwithstanding, the journalistic possibilities were delicious. I could see it now, the headline of the morning newspaper: "Preacher From Local Church Caught Stealing Power Polls" As we explained things to the young officer, he began to feel more ridiculous, and began to apologize after every request. Bro. Paul reassured him several times, telling him that we knew it was just his job, and would cooperate fully. He left us saying that they would attempt to contact the power company the following Monday, but assured us that he had no expectation whatever that we were lying. As he walked away I turned to the others and said, only half jokingly, "I would love to get my hands on the moron who thought someone was stealing power polls."
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| Well, I'm finally back from Israel!! I took 1200 photos, but as I later learned, I was among the more conservative photographers in our group. I haven't finished uploading yet, so keep your eye out for more pictures.
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| Well, today is Tuesday and I leave for Israel, along with my compatriots, in one week and one day. I'm taking my camera and plan on taking as many pictures as I can fit on my very large memory card, which I will subsequently find some way to display for your enjoyment. I know that I won't be the only one. Between all of the photographers on the trip you will no doubt get a thorough tour of the country of Israel. Don't worry, when we get back we will be happy to give you a detailed account of our adventures in Israel, accompanied by such illustrious names as Bro. Barry Coffey and Bro. Jeff Jenkins. And we'll remind you over and over. Until the day you die. Until you die dead.
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| My left eyelid has been twitching for two solid weeks. Two. Solid. Weeks. | | |
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