This is inside the cave. Spiffy huh?
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Okay, so I'm sitting in room "training" on nothing, and I'm bored. One good thing about the computers here is that they all have Internet. A bad thing is this plastic cover over the keyboard. No more happy typing clicks! Anyway, since I'm bored it's story time! Rambling! Tune in next week to "Nauta's Boredom Corner"
Once upon a time in a land far, far, away I'm talking amazingly far, like a five-minute walk kind of far. There was an ugly, crotchety old toad named Toddles. Now we all know that Toddles isn't a very manly name for us humans, in fact it's the kind of name that would get a kid beat up in school. Well, it just so happens that Toddles is an extremely toady name for a toad. It is the name of the greatest toad of all time, or at least of the last seventeen minutes. That hero was known as Toddles the Grand, Crosser of Roads, Survivor of Shoes, Catcher of All Things Yummy, and Toad of the Wart. He was very distinguished. But our little Toddles was nothing like Toddles the Grand, oh no. Our Toddles was a big sissy. He lived in abject fear of, well, everything. Every so often Toddles would venture outside for food, when the coast was clear and the wind wasn’t blowing. Toddles was a very skinny frog, he was afraid of flies and ate flowers instead.
One day, when Toddles was venturing outside to collect his flowers for the week, a big crow swept down and snatched him. Toddles was so terrified that he promptly fainted. Several hours later, he awoke to find himself atop a really high cliff. Deciding that he should just five up on life, Toddles ran to the edge and threw himself off. Suddenly, wings sprouted from his back and Toddles began to fly! It just so happens that Toddles was a fairy toad who was impervious to all harm and could fly. It was passed down to him from his grandfather’s uncle’s brother’s son’s son. Toddles fondly called him Dad. Everyone else called him Toddles the Grand, Crosser of Roads, Survivor of Shoes, Catcher of All Things Yummy, and Toad of the Wart. And that is how paranoid sissy toads named Toddles can fly. The End.
How The Paranoid Sissy Toad Named Toddles Got His Wings
Once upon a time in a land far, far, away I'm talking amazingly far, like a five-minute walk kind of far. There was an ugly, crotchety old toad named Toddles. Now we all know that Toddles isn't a very manly name for us humans, in fact it's the kind of name that would get a kid beat up in school. Well, it just so happens that Toddles is an extremely toady name for a toad. It is the name of the greatest toad of all time, or at least of the last seventeen minutes. That hero was known as Toddles the Grand, Crosser of Roads, Survivor of Shoes, Catcher of All Things Yummy, and Toad of the Wart. He was very distinguished. But our little Toddles was nothing like Toddles the Grand, oh no. Our Toddles was a big sissy. He lived in abject fear of, well, everything. Every so often Toddles would venture outside for food, when the coast was clear and the wind wasn’t blowing. Toddles was a very skinny frog, he was afraid of flies and ate flowers instead.
One day, when Toddles was venturing outside to collect his flowers for the week, a big crow swept down and snatched him. Toddles was so terrified that he promptly fainted. Several hours later, he awoke to find himself atop a really high cliff. Deciding that he should just five up on life, Toddles ran to the edge and threw himself off. Suddenly, wings sprouted from his back and Toddles began to fly! It just so happens that Toddles was a fairy toad who was impervious to all harm and could fly. It was passed down to him from his grandfather’s uncle’s brother’s son’s son. Toddles fondly called him Dad. Everyone else called him Toddles the Grand, Crosser of Roads, Survivor of Shoes, Catcher of All Things Yummy, and Toad of the Wart. And that is how paranoid sissy toads named Toddles can fly. The End.
Monday, September 12, 2005
At the start of the "Public Footpath" it didn't feel very public friendly. I had to wade through purple flowers, squeeze through ferns taller than me, and run through fields of a spongy plant that conveniently hid the water under it. I had mud up to my butt, and my shoes went all squishy. What a way to start an adventure! See the pines over in the distance? That's where I took the pics of the forest road further down this blog. Then I followed the tree line beyond the hill to a dam. After that I found the highway about 3 miles from the dam and followed it back. It was fun.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
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