January 27th, 2009 § 6
I didnt want to say anything to him but I feel that I need to tell someone the reasons that I believe this to be true.
He makes noises like “Arrr” “Garr’ and I think he said “Avast” once.
He has one eye closed all of the time and his fur looks like a patch over that eye.
He kinda wobbles as he walks, almost like he has a wooden leg. I have not confirmed this though.
He is always digging as to find/bury treasure.
He seems interested in peoples booties. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 22nd, 2009 § 0
It has been silent on the front. Snow is available for us to shovel but we wait. I know hes over there plotting a way to best me and regain the title that I took in our last battle. I have soundly thrashed him thrice now and he is but a shadow of the snow gladiator that he might have been. At times like this I recall the words of Conan the Barbarian
1. See your enemies driven before you
2.Crush all opposition
3. Cry havoc and loose the shovels of war
At lest that’s how I remember it. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 21st, 2009 § 0
This war, this Sicilian thing between us is taxing our resources and the fragile precipice on which our Psyche’s hang.
The temperature is well above 30 degree and the battleground on which we fought, bled and shoveled is now slush. A consistency between an Italian icy and the Potomac in mid January. Basically there’s nothing to shovel, most of the snow has melted an runs into the storm drain.
I see him exit his house from time to time to survey the lack of any thing to shovel. He looks at the clean driveway almost in disgust then turns and returns to his house.Is he in there saving his energy? Practicing his shoveling technique? Carb loading for the storm that approaches? He is devious and I can feel a disturbance in the force. He wants the title back and I fear the Machiavellian lengths that he will go to to obtain that. » Read the rest of this entry «
