Water Under the Bridge

So here's the deal, friend of mine has the best medical blog in the world. And as a result I am getting some serious man-love going for him and want his life which is problematic as his yard has a high fence. He mentioned to me that the voting for medical blog of the year was taking place this last weekend. His competition was overseas in India and the competition had has about 6.3 million Facebook friends. That means to win this Dr. ZDoggMD would need hundreds of votes to win. With mission parameters set, I voted and turns out Dr. ZDoggMD won. He is the shiz-nit in the medical video-blogging world. Go here to be enlightened and frightened: http://zdoggmd.com/ Where is this going? Simple here is the last email exchange between ZD-izzle and me about the voting results. One other bit of info is on January 22, 2011 I crashed hard on my road bike and separated my shoulder, really separated it. Thanks to modern medicine I had it repaired on February 2, 2011 and and now whining my way ba...

Truer words one will most likely never hear. Girls like guys with skills. All types of skills. Since the Agents are reaching the age where the opposite sex is becoming interesting I decided to give them some skills, and bragging rights with an overnight backpacking trip. So the Supreme Commander set up a trip in the Cascades in Washington. It was to be an overnight survival skills building trip. As I explained it, “Agents, after this trip you will make Bear Grylls look like a hand model.” Agent Hotkoffee used another word involving hand to describe the Bear, again this is a family blog. Agent Hofkoffee thought it was a great idea and she volunteered to assist with the training. Since she is more than qualified I asked her along. Figured I needed it in case the agents went off the rails. Okay, more like when the agents go off the rails. The trip was scheduled for one night in the woods off Boulder Creek Trail in the Darrington National Forest. The hike into the campsite is a moderate hi...

Here is a portion of an email exchange I had with a good friend. I consider him very funny as he is exacting in his humor. The thread is about what car to buy for his new gig in Oakland, CA. I of course wanted him to go for speed and the high probability of getting a cap busted in his a**, he of course has the perfect solution (edited to protect the innocent). No doubt the STi rocks, but that would get me back into the R32 realm which (sadly) I needed to leave when I shuffled off to Noir City. No, I've decided to confuse friends, enemies, family, strangers, and even Sadie by going old school. Or - as some might think - Total Retard. Read on... My friend X who, together with you, I consulted about my car choices made a good point: avoid the awkward years of car electronics. Depending on brand, that meant anything from about 1972 to the early/mid 1990s. Hard to work on, prone to failure, hard to find parts for. Factor in my budget, my sort of rekindled Bohemian sensibilities, ...

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After a lot of pressure to give the two complete screw ups a second chance to get some kind of reward by completing something. It was creepy to me that a number of real parents said I had to reward the effort even if the failed or I would be sending the wrong message. Huh. How my brain was working was this was a much a responsibility (like a job) as anything else and not a training course where a ‘C’ is okay. As I told the Agents up front a “c’ or average effort will get you fried. So if you are not up for an ‘A’ level effort, do not bother to even say you will. Get it right or go home empty handed. Kind of like all the jobs you have after you get out of school. What I was thinking is how to let them off the hook without excusing their lame effort (losing the last clue). Reaching into the October 2008 archive when the actual Golden Gun from the Bond film The Man with the Golden Gun was stolen I sent this communication to the Agents: Agents I was captured by the group KAOS. I had to sur...

Yeah, it all came to a screeching halt, on the overnight portion of the four day program. All in all no major injuries, or sudden deaths so a victory none the less. Here is how it came to a hard stop: One of the planning stages of this secret agent mission was to make certain I maintained a professional distance form the field agents. More literally translated - I needed a break or someone was going down to friendly fore. So I built in day for as my break and my worldly counterpart, Valeria Hotkoffee would take the boys to her friend’s farm. The clue was for the boy to use the information on the jump drive to locate the farm. The data was an instruction letter like I always give them, plus a link to a Yahoo! map of an overhead view of the property. From all of the information given in the letter and available on the map view the two agents should be able to figure this out. I was banking on the fact the agents had a sleep over at the farm and the mission was at night in the creepiest p...

(Use Keifer Sutherland’s voice here) – “Previously on Secret Mission Blog post”: AL – “YOU”RE DOING IT WRONG! LET ME DO IT!” AM – “NO I’M NOT! LET GO OF ME!” Smack, push, scream, yelp, teeth gritting wrestle-mania, Supreme Commander steps in and separates them and talks them down. For the next part of the mission I wanted to make sure Agent Mongoose (AM) used his computer skills for something other than propelling a fat Italian guy through a series of obstacles using tools no one has in the real world. Enter the satellite charged jump drive. Being a veteran of two of three tech industry events a year I have several jump drive (USB flash drives to the layperson) and decided to put the next set of mission instructions on it so AM would have to use the computer. The instructions from the travel agency were to meet with the SC and go over where the next clue was located (in my yard). The travel agency brochure had a letter that was a clue (ok it was a clue for 10 year old kids,...