Hello guys . Its been a long time since I visited the site . A lot has happened since I was last active in the community . Long story short - my laptop broke down , internet got disconnected and then I got busy with college . Now I am currently at the end of my third semester in production engineering at Anna University Chennai. My end semester exams are going to Start from 14th Nov. And add my German classes to the mix (guten tag ;-) ) and I had a jam packed schedule . Now I finally have some breather before the exams and so I decided to come back here I still can't come as often as I would like to because my new lenovo a 1000 tablet is not allowed a Wi-Fi connection ( only laptops are allowed a WiFi connection ) so I am having my friend put up hotspot in his laptop . Its not allowed but it does the job. Anyways I have always wanted to start my blog and I think I am primed now .But Its night 12 now and my friend is complaining so I shall take my leave now . I will start posting all those stories that I wanted to share with you fellas in the coming days . I won't be able to ET with you guys any time soon though and I am sorry for that . Miss playing those games with yoyo , Indian , anti , chuck , maximo and many more ... Miss you all
It's a weird process, getting older that is. Now don't get me wrong, I don't feel like I am that old, I will only be 41 next month. But in the time I spent here on earth, things sure have changed. I don't mean just things like clothes, or music, or other fads that come and go. I mean more like who I am, and the things I care about, or that are important to me. Though the change in fads are amazing. Take this pic for instance I was like 3 or 4. Now I know the hair doo and the shirt is totally groovy, and even the bell bottoms I have on that you can't see.
You don't really see this anymore, and if you do, it's probably on a freakin hipster, or like most fads, they usually come back in style eventually. I remember a time in the 90's when bell bottoms were a huge thing. Just like music, clothing always come back around.
By the time the 80's rolled around things had taken yet another turn. We had bands like Devo, Michael Jackson, Poison, The Dead Milkmen and so on. And as we all know, the Movie and Music industry usually has the biggest effect on fashion and all that. But being from the Hills of Eastern KY, we stuck to Jeans, and Flannel shirts mostly. I never followed fads really, as you can tell from this pic of me when I was 14 (Yeah I know, Sexy right?) Though the world kept on moving forward, we mostly stayed the same. Being sheltered in a small town, by the time a new fashion, or something came around here it was already old to the rest of the world, but to be honest we didn't really mind.
I am going to totally skip the 90's actually. I spent most of my time working and taking care of my baby that was born in 92. There really wasn't much for me, taking care of my family was my one and only goal. But I will post a happy pic of me and my daughter when she was small. This is from 95 I think.. Those were happy days
Things have changed so much in the world.. Crime is up, the cost of living is insane, gas prices are at a place I never thought we would see, considering the year I was born, around here it was about .35 or .40 cents per gallon. $4.00 is something of a nightmare hehe.
But as you get older, those are the more subtle changes to be honest. The biggest changes, are the ones that happen to who you are. I spent my life fighting, I was a very angry kid, life was hard when I lived at home, and things in my home life were horrible. Physical abuse can really set you on a crazy path. Because of the things that happened at home, I would go to school, or out with my friends, and look for someone to take my pain out on. There was a lot of hate and anger in my heart, and I needed to exact revenge on someone, or something.
This way of living followed me into adulthood, though I vowed if I ever had a child I would never beat on it like how I was. I was determined to not be my parents. But I still had the same hatred for people in general.
When I hit my 30's there was more of a change in me personally. I still had a lot of anger, but I stared to get somewhat of a grip on it. Not the greatest grip mind you, I still got into a lot of fights, but at least some of them were for the right reasons. Like the time my girlfriend at the time came home from the store crying. I asked her what was wrong, she said a guy that worked there had made a very vulgar remark to her. I felt that old hate and anger rise up in me, but this time it seemed more righteous, if that makes any sense. Well I went to the store, demanded to see the guy she described. One of the cashiers pointed him out to me. I went and grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him through the store, and then outside, to the side of the store. I cursed him thoroughly, then proceeded to punch him many many times, while he begged me not to. I quit once I noticed he had pissed his pants. I walked away feeling that justice had been served.
The 30's were weird for me physically, I had multiple heart attacks, multiple surgeries, hard living was catching up to my body. It didn't quite bounce back the way it once did, but still I let that anger push me. To vent some of this frustration, I became a professional wrestler, which to be honest help me so much. Thought everyone knows it's entertainment, slamming someone through a table still is one of the greatest releases you will ever have. Somewhere in that time frame, a friend of mine was getting into MMA, which I also loved. He had an old building by his house, we built a ring, got the gloves and all that, and on like every monday and saturday of every week we got together at his house to fight. It started with about 4 of us, and before we knew it we were having around 20 to 25 people showing up to fight, and some just to watch. It was such an amazing feeling to punch someone in the face, or to be punched in the face, it was a great release.
In my late 30's is when I actually had the heart attacks, which changed a lot of things for me. Yeah there was a big physical change, but there is nothing that will make you reflect on your life like laying on a hospital bed with a 98% blockage in an artery, knowing you are dying, and these last few breaths you take, will be it. Obviously I didn't die, but that night I was, even the cardiologist that saved me said he had no clue how I lived, and that I shouldn't be alive. Either way, it was now time for major reflection, though it sucks that I had to almost die to do so.
Now I am not giving all the credit to the heart attack, but it played a huge roll in my personal change, but the biggest change was just getting older. Watching younger people, the things they cared about, the things that were important to them, for the first time in my life, I saw how stupid it was. Material things started to lose their value, and just loving my friends and family became far more important. The rage in me started to fall away, and compassion and understanding worked its way in.
Yeah for the most part, people are stupid, selfish morons, but the biggest part of the time they are only a product of how they were raised, where they were raised, and the people that surrounded them during that time. Don't get me wrong I am not making excuses for people, most still need to have their teeth shoved down their throat, I just see them differently now. When someone does something that makes me mad now, I try to take a few moments to look at the situation now. I try to think of why they would do it, what the motivation was. I try to put myself in their shoes, or even remember how I use to be. Maybe they grew up like me, maybe they don't know how to process their anger. When these things come to mind, more often than not, I settle down and become a bit more rational.
They say "Youth is wasted on the young" which is one of the most true statements ever made. They also say that "With age comes wisdom" and it really does. Thought by the time you become older, you will probably be living with a lot of regret, as I do. But what most don't understand is that, regret is wisdom, it is one of the greatest teachers you will ever have. The reason? It never leaves, it is always there reminding you of your mistakes, pushing you to learn, to grow, to be a better person. This to me, is the very definition of wisdom. This only really comes with age, because we have had time to make more mistakes, and also learn from them.
So here I am now, turning 41 on the 8th of next month, I have survived heart attacks, more surgeries than I can count, mouth cancer when I was 19, and now Diabetes, which the Doctor assures me will shorten my life by many years, and a bad ticker hehe. But life is better now, I appreciate people, I love my family, I raised a wonderful daughter who is now married, and happy. I have an adopted daughter who is just awesome. She is a special needs child, but there is more love and excitement in her eyes than you could ever imagine. And she is as black as the ace of spades hehehe.. I call her Chocolate Thunder, and right now is the most special person in my life. I have a wonderful girlfriend who despite being 17 years younger than me, loves me more than life its self.
This whole blog came about because of a post that was made by someone who I banned from a COD server, for what I considered cheating. He was disrespectful in his words, and carried a lot of attitude. Immediately I wanted to go to his post and rage on him for the little shit he was being, but I didn't. And I replied with a respectful, and mature comment. It hit me right after I got full of anger, why am I getting so upset with someone I don't know, over a game that is well, just a game. I remember coming into this Community because of my love for games, and how much fun and joy it brought me, and I am not going to let anyone steal that from me, no matter how disrespectful they are. This line of thinking has also come with age.
So all that got me to reflect yet again, and here I am blogging about it. I realize most will not read all of this or any of it at all, and that's okay because more than anything, I just had all this in my heart and needed to get it out, and man do I feel better hehe. Getting old ain't bad, it's refreshing, relaxing and more than anything liberating. I love like more than ever, heck I just simply love more than ever!
So to finish it off here is a recent pic of my in all my oldness and beardness haha.. Age is only what you make of it. Learn, love, laugh, and enjoy life, it's the only one you got, make the most of it
Charles Freck, becoming progressively more and more depressed by what was happening around him, decided, finally, to off himself. There was no problem in the circles where he hung out in putting an end to yourself. You just bought a large quantity of downers and took them with some cheap wine. The planning part had to do with the artifacts he wanted found on him by later archeologists. He had spent several days deciding, much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself. He would be found lying on his back, on his bed, with a copy of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead and an unfinished letter to Exxon, protesting the cancellation of his gas credit card. That way, he would indite the system, and achieve something by his death, over and above what the death itself achieved. At the last moment, he changed his mind on a decisive issue and decided to drink the pills with a connoisseur wine, instead of Ripple or Thunderbird. So he set off on one last drive, over to Tiny's Liquors, which specialized in fine wines, and bought a bottle of 2001 Azalea Springs Merlot, which set him back almost seventy dollars. Back home again, he uncorked the wine, let it breathe, drank a few glasses of it, tried to think of something meaningful but could not, and then, with a glass of Merlot, gulped down all the pills at once. However, he had been burned. Instead of quietly suffocating, Charles Freck began to hallucinate. The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions was standing beside his bed, looking down at him disapprovingly.
Freck: You gonna read me my sins?
Freck: Eh, it's gonna take a hundred thousand hours.
Creature: Your sins will be read to you ceaselessly, in shifts, throughout eternity. The list will never end.
Creature: [starts reading] "The Sins of Freck"
Freck Suicide Narrator: Charles Freck wished he could take back the last half hour of his life.
Creature: [Creature continues to read] "... theft of fingernail clippers..." "... you did knowingly and with malice..." "... punched your baby sister, Evelyn..." "... December, theft of Christmas presents..." "... one billion lies..."
Freck Suicide Narrator: One thousand years later, they had reached the sixth grade, the year he had discovered masturbation.
Creature: [Creature continues to read] "... November fourteenth, Percodan... Vicodin... Cocaine..."
Freck Suicide Narrator: Charles Freck thought, "At least I got a good wine."
- A Scanner Darkly
''Busy; Engaged in activity, as work; occupied.'' -Free dictionary
How most of my days go:
Remember to put some clothes on.
Forget to put some clothes on.
Go to morning practice (ice-time 1 and a half hours)
Go to school. (Eat)
Be there for 5 to 6 hours.
Either spend time with friends, go to the gym or go home.
Go to team practice. (Warm up 20 minutes, ice-time 50 minutes, strech 10 min)
Go to a another teams practice if capable, same thing as above.
Shower and sauna.
Eat some more.
Most weekends im out of town playing hockey.
School, sports, social life, for the few past months I've been strugling to find time for FA and gaming.
I usually briefly check forums on the bus and just before going to bed and I've had to leave gaming aside entirely.
Why so much sports you may think, well 8.11 there's a qualifying tournament where (40) players get picked to a group called ''Future stars'' (8 groups from different regions of Finland) From there scouts will be picking a team (16 players + 2 goalies) that will go to a camp called ''Huippu Pohjola''. And from there scouts will pick yet another group of players and they will then be pretty much the National Junior Hockey team of Finland aka. Finland selects.
I have a slight change to get all the way to the third stage but getting into the final team is pretty much impossible.
But even getting to Huippu Pohjola would open doors for me in the future and help me accomplish my dream and play hockey as a job.
And like my history once said ''School is the gateway to life, and to get the through that gate you have to study.. a lot.'' And to stay in the sports-class and have my morning ice I have to keep my grades up.
And to top that I try to keep some social side to my life. I'd imagine life would be extremely boring without good friends so I try to establish new friendships and cherish the older ones.
“I think time will find me sooner than I will find time”
This week I have a little vacation from school so I finally have some time to pop on the servers and spend time with you guys.
I'm going to keep this short and to the point.
Have we forgotten the ability to discuss topics, while keeping mutual respect for each other? Many people (it seems like) want to avoid the hard discussions, but why? Well, because they are hard discussions, and generally (it seems like) these discussions turn into a fight or a yelling argument. Once a fight or "yelling" comes out, the discussion is lost and becomes pointless.
Arguments and discussions are great and it seems like in some subjects it goes very well. However look around the internet, even some of the topics on this forum, it seems like the mutual respect has been lost and so there is no discussion.
A good example is when discussing religion. On all sides, the respect has disappeared and people end up fighting and yelling. Look at youtube, yahoo answers, etc who have degenerated further. Where even a simple discussion on an opinion (which singer you like) has become fighting and yelling.
We have lost the ability to discuss topics, and unless we start relearning (ourselves) and teaching our children to do so...it will only get worse.
*edit: I was kinda hoping this would turn into a good discussion, but I guess that would disprove my idea. hehe
Ok so to add to my entry I decided to tell you about my early years. these will be some of my memorable moments in my life, some of which I am not proud about, some I am proud of. I am going to start of with something that I am not proud of because I want to get it out of the way first and I can remember it as if it yesterday. I truly hate myself for somethings I have done in those early years.
Born in East London, Stoke Newington to be precise, I was born to a poor east london family. My mother was just a machinist in a factory, she was my idol, she worked hard and my father, I dont know what he did, but nothing good if I remember, he was an abusive drunk, mainly to my mother but also to me and my brother. I can recall playing in the streets of London in the 70's and getting in to lots of trouble with the police. When I say lost of trouble, it was ranging from fighting to stealing, nothing i am proud of thats for sure, and some things I hate myself for.
I was 10, the gang I hung around with were aged anything from 10-16 and there was around 15 of us. We caused havoc, not only with the police but also other gangs. A couple of the older members were good at stealing things especially cars. Anyhow, 1 day we were hanging around a housing estate (nice place called broadwater farm, look up Tottenham riots broad water farm for more look here). 1 of our guys came back to our hideout (an abandoned garage which stunk of piss and alcohol) and said he found a car which was unlocked, so the leader (cant remember his name, but he was a fearsome kid, not a bully, just a complete lunatic) tasked me with getting it, or should I say stealing it. Desperate to show my loyalty to the gang, I was chuffed (happy) that he told me to do this. How misguided I was in them days. Anyhow, myself and another went to scope out the car, and true enough there it was, a mini. Perfect, we knew they were easy to hotwire. So we approached the car, no one was around and yes the doors were unlocked. I jumped in the drivers seat and my friend in the passenger seat, he knew exactly what he was doing with the hot wire and managed to get it started.
We were off, initially slow to get the hang of it. So there were driving around the streets of North London in our newly acquired wheels, looking to get back to the gang and show off our prize. However, anyone that knows, London can be difficult to navigate, easy on foot, but not in a car as we found out. After about 10 minutes or so of driving around we found ourselves stopped at a junction trying to pull out into traffic. To our surprise a police car allowed us to pull out in front of them and into traffic, OMG, what do we do now. My friend was continously looking behind to see what they were doing and he could see them talking on the radio and next thing we knew was a loud siren and blue lights going of behind us.
Argh, now at this time, all I could say was "what is my mum going to say", so rather than stop we decided to try and make a run for it. I wasn't a tall kid, so I had trouble with the pedals but we managed to keep it going. I turned the car down a lane, not knowing it was a dead end. Not only that, there was no way of escape through alleyways or over walls. So we just drove the car to the end of the lane and stopped. the police were right there behind us. 1 of the coppers got out and started to make his way to my side, and that time my friend got out his side and ran back up the alley (everyone for themsleves I guess), as the copper (slang for policeman) tried to open my door to get to me, I realised I must of locked it at some point, So with out hesitation and the fear of getting caught i launched myself out of the passenger side and tried to run for it too, but the other copper had got out and was blocking my way. Now I was a nimble kid, I was in the school football team, rugby team and I and I did gymnastics, I was quite quick in them days. The coppers on the other hand, were not so spritely, 1 (the first copper) was clearly overweight and young and the other was an older guy who looked as if he was suffering from something as he was thin, if you have ever watched laurel and hardy, well you get the picture.
So there I was, 2 coppers and me. I was on 1 side of the car and the 2 of them on the other side, with out thinking about it, I ran easily past the pair of them up the alley and didnt look back. I could them shouting at me to stop, and the car they were in was screeching its tyres to turn around. I could also hear in the distance other sirens (oh was I in trouble). I quickly looked behind me, and saw the thin copper giving chase on foot. Now, in appearance you would say this guy looked half dead, but he was already gaining on me, this guy was quick. I reached the end of the alley way, and just as I got there another cop car appeared out of no where, screeching to a halt in front of me, they nearly ran me over. Somehow I managed to run straight past them and into an alleyway across the main road. this was a foot alleyway not large enough for cars, I could see another cop had got out of the other car and he too was giving chase. If I remember rightly, they were around 30 yards behind me. I had a possible slight advantage, as I new the streets and alleyways very well, I had been running around them long enough on foot. I knew this alleyway had a wall at the end which was could easily be jumped over using the large bin it had next to it. I also knew on the other side was a small factory which we had broken into sometime before. So as I reached the wall, I looked for the large bin, Nooo it was gone, and there was no way I could get over it, so I looked for something else.
I found a very small alleyway which was the access to peoples gardens. I was running as hard as I could, I could hear the coppers behind me, shouting for me to stop I looked around and saw 1 of them slip over on dog poop probably. No way was i stopping, I found an open gate and ran in to the garden, and though an alley way between the houses. Luckily for me the gate at the end was open and I found myself back out onto the high street. Knowing exactly where I was I ran down the high street back towards Broadwater farm estate, looking for refuge some where. As I approached the estate, I could see 4 members of the gang sat on a wall, they saw me and the coppers chasing me and quickly dispersed. Now broadwater farm estate, is like a maze, it full of twists and turns and someone can quickly get themsleves lost if they dont know where they are going, I knew where I was going, my aunts place.
What had turned in to chase by 2 coppers and now grown not too 4, but by all accounts I was now number 1 enemy of the state, because the place was now flooded with cops. they were everywhere. I just kept on running and running, I turned a corner and could see my aunts front door across the open area. She lived on the 3rd floor and here flat/apartment was easy to get to. I knew she hated the police as well, and would hide me or at least thats what I thought. So after navigating my way to her floor and ran towards her door to find it locked, normally its open. Poop, she must be out. Then the door opened, but on a security chain. I tried to get in but she wouldnt let me. I asked why? she said this to me "you need to own up to your actions and stop expecting people to cover up for you" then shut the door. I started crying and could hear the coppers running up the stairs towards me. As they approached me, 1 of them said "please stop running". I did, they handcuffed me and took me back to the cop car. put me in the back and then took me to the station. Because of my age at the time I couldnt go to court or worse juvenile jail and got away with a caution. I couldnt stop crying, I was devistated, not for me, but for my mother. I knew i was going to get a beating from my father, but that didnt bother me as he used to give me a beating all the time, I was more upset that i had caused my mother so much trouble again.
I am so glad my aunt did what she did, yes she helped me, but not in a way I was expecting at the time. Yes, i got a beating and yes my mother was really upset, but after that episode, i started to change my ways, I stopped hanging around with that gang, because of the trouble I was getting into we moved out of London to a place called Harlow in Essex (at that time the place to live). I needed to change for everyones sake, mainly for my mother, she really had a bad time with not just me but also my father. I guess the new chapter started from that point onwards, yes I got into trouble after that, Yes I found myself back involved with gangs mainly football hooligans(for anyone who doesnt know, look up ICF and West Ham football club, especially in the 1980's). But when I look back, I was mending, ok not straight away as I think its hard to change someone quickly, but over time I was leaving trouble behind me.
Like I said I am not proud of my early years. the above story is true, but its the 1 I wanted to share as its the 1 that I believe started the process of turning someone who was bad in so many ways, to a person who learned discipline, respect and what is right and wrong. My family helped me in those days and like I said that day was the turning point and I have my aunt to thank for that.
I hope this hasnt been too boring for anyone who reads, but I wanted to start in the early days as best as I could remember.
As always, be safe
Hey guys, here's an update on my blog of coffees just in time for September, when the leaves begin to turn a brilliant orange, the air becomes crisp and it's time to settle back down into the work routine.
Here's the thing though, the other week I ran out of my usual bean of choice, and I didn't really want to drive in the mess of Seattle traffic just to get it, so instead I walked down to my local Starbucks and got a bag of whole bean Italian Roast, knowing it would at least be palatable. This cost me around $11 (USD) for a pound, which I find to be reasonable, as my norm is usually about $13-15 per pound.
The smell of coffee permiated the bag's foil, nitrogen filled vacuum bag- so I figured it was just freshly roasted (or the bag was defective). Luckily my first guess was correct, and I was greeted with a bean with the sheen of oil, but none rubbing onto my fingers. This is common for an Italian Roast, as it roasted to the point where many of the oils have evaporated. But the fact that there was some on the bean kept my faith high. My grinder however... told a different story. At my usual "medium-fine" setting, it jammed twice per grinding for 8 cups. I was able to get it restarted by shaking it both times, but that is not a good sign in my books, especially with the amount of oil on the beans.
Opting for an unbleached paper filter today, I got down to tasting.
Tasting: Body, Flavour, Oil:
The first sip I take has a definite woody and smoky flavor in my opinion, rolling off of the back of my palate like a cream. No sweetness here, so I would suggest adding a cube of sugar to those who prefer some sweet notes. When consumed warm, it's very smooth- though the acidity begins to come out as it cools, but certainly still drinkable- and I normally hate cold coffee for that reason.
According to Starbucks, the beans are multi-region, which I can confirm by taste because of the batch-roasting process they use. Being quite robust, I would strongly recommend this as a morning roast, during an afternoon snack or even as espresso.
The aroma of this blend is quite mild, to the point where it reminds me of a quiet library. I can smell some of the roast itself (those who have roasted will know what I am talking about), along with a hint of chocolate and earth. The only unfortunate thing is I literally had to stick my nose in my cup to smell those essences.
I have yet to be disappointed by the whole-bean Starbucks Coffee, and this is among one of my new favourites. It reminds me slightly of Illy, with the creamy earth flavor, and it's bold notes. The flavor of smoke is noticeable in every cup, but that is to be expected with Italian Roast. Admittedly, it is slightly strong for my tastes but it's still enjoyable to me. The body is no joke either, this is definitely something that would kick you back into gear if you drank it during the evening. This is fair-trade coffee, and tastes organic as well; I cannot detect any sharp tastes of chemicals, which stand out obviously in poorer quality brands and roasts.
For those who'd like an espresso like cup, I would wholeheartedly recommend this to them. However, it is by no means light or moderate- it is an all-out full city dark roast and for those who like medium or light roasts I would suggest only 1 tbsp per 6 ounces, rather than the recommended and common 2.
Rating: 7.8/10. Reasoning: Beans jam grinders (-1), aroma is underwhelming (-1), smoky flavor is more like a French Roast, not Italian (-0.2).
My ancestors are calling to me everyday. One in particular says to me daily now, "why did I have to make a chair?". Apparently when he was gathering and hunting they didn;t have chairs or beds. He says the chair is the downfall of modern man. I have to agree with him. I mean they did have places to sit, usually the ground or a natural rock formations. Every day I hear about this through the waves of the ether.
This is my first ever attempt at a blog so I thought I would start with telling a little about me. I think you have truly understand where a person has come from to know a person, so this is my attempt in my first post.
I was born in East London to a quite a poor family. From what I remember we lived in squats, although I think that was the done thing in those days. Finally we moved out of London and I remember our very first house, all be it a council house.
Anyhow, school was pretty much the normal for me as anyone else. I didn't go to great schools, and even if I did I don't think I would of done any better then I did. I was a trouble maker, I did some bad things. I then found Army cadets (for anyone else, it's like a youth club if you don't understand, but with discipline), this taught me respect, and I left most of my troublesome past behind me.
I left school at 16, and joined the army. After 16 years I could boast a career, that started in tanks, then infantry. I went on to become a helicopter pilot and finally a skydiving instructor as my last post before I left.
After the army, I found myself getting offered jobs in Iraq as private security, so decided that I would go, I then spent the next 2+ years, mainly in Baghdad working on contracts.
After getting blown up and shot at way to many times, I decided it was time for a change, went back to the UK and started my own company, all was great, started a second company (died, but that's another story) then the recession hit and found myself back into private security.
After the failed companies, I was then back in private security, but this time in Afghanistan, not as intense as Iraq but still quite dangerous. Spent the next 3 or so years dodging bullets and bombs, then left as it felt right to at the time.
Probably, best to go back over the places I have lived to show how I ended up where I am today. Lived in the UK most of my life, except when I was in the army which took me to places such as Germany, Northern Ireland, USA, Canada, Africa, Balkans and some other great places. I spent some time living in France, Germany and now I have found myself living in Bangkok. I find I can get quite bored if I am in one place for to long, normally dependant on relationships etc.
Now I am just chugging along with life. Probably the same as most, looking for the next opportunity, or maybe best put, the next chapter.
Anyhow, not very interesting, but I felt I needed to say something about myself before I could write anymore.
Ha, to be honest I have got so much experience with life in such a short amount of time I could write a book. Hmmm maybe I should.
I am going to go back over my life and elaborate of things in time. Probably call it the early years. Like I said this is my first attempt at this blog thing, and I am writing this not just for you the reader, but a little for myself as well.
As always be safe and enjoy whatever it is your doing.
So I had this Football coach in High School. His name is Bob Easter. He played for the Fighting Illini. I think he played some pro ball for the Browns or Bears. Well, he used to say we live in a very lazy society. His chief complaint was about the automatic transmission. And he brings up a valid point. He noticed since the manual transmission has slowly faded away that things in the US have gotten worse. I guess peeps aren;t doing enough as they are driving. I don;t know if I agree with him. I have a 2008 Nissan Altima that has a negative and positive RPM shifter. So I can max out the RPMs as I am driving. Gives me something to do shift when I am driving.
league open door to the secret place nice trying then the series baseball race tennis Brown gone the wind eight men out solution authoity hhow dud om gt do hp ke doserious display of errors abound. what a first blog entry this is. i had no intentions of displaying my desktop. but i am going to leave it formlaughs welcome.
I know I think about this alot, and I know some of you all do too, I have conversations with quite a few members as to what their goals, and plans were, as far as their future with FA is concerned. I don't think there is another topic that asks this question, so I thought I would. And so to start us off, I will go first, and hopefully this will catch on, and others will do so too.. Besides, it is good for leaders and higher ups to see where you stand, and I am sure will help us all when it comes to promoting, and putting people in the right places..
I joined FA almost 2 years ago, I was playing ET and found the Silent server, and starting playing there. The first thing I notices was how nice the members were, and how eager they seemed when it came to helping me out, or giving me advice. So I played there for a while, I wasn't very good, but I started to get to know the member better, and I was totally impressed with their willingness to help others with game play, graphics issues, configs, and so on. And that got me wandering what this community was all about.
I decided to hit the forum and sign up, and see what all the fuss was about. It didn't take long for me to figure out the rest off the community were just as nice, just as helpful, and really welcomed a stranger to their forum with open arms. So unlike most of you, who were invited to apply for actually membership, I was not, but it didn't stop me from wanting to be a part of this awesome community, and maybe in the future, be able to help people like me, as much as FA had helped me.
It took a few months, and then I was finally accepted to trial, which was an awesome feeling. And to shorten the story a bit, not much longer and I was accepted as a full member, which honestly (and some may laugh) was like a dream come true. I was so excited, I was going out and telling people in real life about it. Yeah I was called nerd or geek on several occasions, but I didn't care. Fact was, I am both a nerd and a geek hehe..
It took me a while to find something I could be good at, and/or helpful with in this community. But after a while I found something I liked to do, not that I was good at it, but I sure did enjoy it, and some of the others seemed to like it also, and that was making signatures. Jesus, my first few were terrible, and I knew they were, but people in the community continued to encourage me to keep it up, and keep trying. And so I did, and not to day that my sigs are awesome, but they sure have came a long way since I started hehe.
So this was great, I had found a place in the community where I could be helpful, and actually had a few people request me to do their sigs, which I thought was amazing. I continued to do that, and eventually got put on the GFX Team, which was also great! So not only did we do sigs, we did banners, and all sorts of stuff, which was a great feeling, getting to be so involved.
That continued for quite some time, and then one day I logged on, and noticed I had been promoted again, which totally blew me away, I did not see it coming. When I checked, I noticed I had been promoted to the Recruiting Team! I couldn't believe that the people of FA had enough faith in me to trust me, along with some others to be a part of this team. In my eyes, it was a pretty big deal, going through apps, discussing potential members, or others for promotions, and new levels and such. It was and is an honor to be a part of this.
So that leads me here, where do I see myself in the future with FA. I'm not going to lie, I don't see me as a co-leader. or leader of FA right now, maybe later once I have learned more, and believe me, there are always things to learn in this community, and about being a leader. But once I had become a part of the GFX Team I learned something about myself, I really like to help. I think I am a helper at heart. I love the feeling of being able to fix problems for people, whether it is explaining how to add a sig, or adding a GUID to someones profile, the general help in these forums. Once I had learned that I had set my sights on being a part of the staff. I like what they do, and how they help, and what they do is really important, and don't get me wrong, every job we all have is important, we all help FA to run. And no matter what the title of the level, we are all equal, and we all server a purpose. But to answer the question, that is where I see myself in the future, and what I would like to do..
Feel free to answer this question here in this blog, let us know what your goals and dreams are, and how you would be able to better help this community. Do you see yourself as a leader, co-leader, or even making sigs and banners for GFX Team?
Thanks for reading, and I hope to hear from you all soon!
Shane A.K.A. Chameleon
Howdy folks, from the foggy Oregon coast, and I hope you've been doing well.
This entry is a far turn from my first one, which focused on well... high-end coffee. This entry, instead is focusing on budget coffee, or more specifically, the stuff that I am currently "drinking" in my hotel room, while listening to the waves crash upon the shore.
But in all honesty, this stuff is not half bad, especially compared to what I have been drinking. Now that will probably come as a shock to everybody, saying "hotel coffee is weak, bitter, etc." and it is. The key is that you need to have those expectations ahead of time, and brew accordingly. In this case, I brought my #4 cone filters, but I forgot to bring any coffee. || And of course the local minimart wants $14 dollars per pound of beans that nobody knows how long have been sitting there.
So I went for the pre-packaged "coffee" in a filter, and noting the time, as well as my lack of decent sleep- poured a full pot of water into the reservoir.
And that, probably was the difference between making and breaking that pot -or any hotel coffee-. In this case, it's better to have a weak, watery cup of coffee where you cannot taste the bean's origins and flavor notes than to brew an "optimal" cup, where you taste just how bitter and stale these grounds are.
The aroma is more akin to a cup of tea, than coffee, and despite this being a dark roast- I can't find any body whatsoever. And my stomach is starting to churn... maybe this wasn't a good idea.
The taste is pretty mute- but it goes hand in hand with this dense fog that blankets the ocean, and the surrounding cliffs.
At this point, honestly- despite the fact that I'm trying to give this a fair shot, this tastes like utter shit- and it's as enjoyable as the Windows XP theme song. Upon doing some searching, I've found that this is not the "little company that tried" it's the "big behemoth that failed".
So, anyways, before I go throw up... because my stomach is killing me now... I give this a 2/10 - and the 2 is for being the right temperature.
And will someone please remind me to bring my own coffee to the next hotel I travel to? Bleh.
Ok i wanna share my view about this clan so bare with my english and nonsense somewhat lol
So i started playing et from 07-08 and there was many new clans at that time and i njoyed in many clans many big clans and small clans and came across hundreds of rules and i know many many rules about servers and forums and many clans have rules different from each other... before i quit et 2 yrs back my last clan on which i played like 2 -3 times was F|A and i was like cool clan and i made an account but then i quit et cause of college later when i came back to ET well there was no shadow of doubt which clan i shall play and love to join and represent and be a part of F|Amily so i started playing ET bt like never thought i shall apply the day i started playing et again cause i didnt knew i would be playing it regularly then when i started play on F|A and saw admins being cool i mean seriously cool like i have seen many admins from many clans they are kind off not so friendly and like supports each other sooo much and gives exception to use some words so i loved it like they are having awesome fun with players and within admin team i loved that and then the players were epic from many different nations ( my country india too) and were just respecting each other and even have sarcastic moments well whatelse u need after a hectic day a fun great hours ... and then i went and read the rules the admin rules and player rules and i was like WOW this rules are some really kickass rules i mean other clans will mute kick ban like after 1 or 2 bitching and i see this clan gives player chance to make himself clear or like change and i was like wow this is different and cool... i knw i m boring u guys hehe so i shall conclude it with saying THIS IS EPIC CLAN THAT'S WHY ITS No.1 (sorry for caps ) and i m really really happy i applied and i will be sooooo sooo honoured if i get accepted and to my referalls u shall be one proud referals
Sorry for my grammer and spellings
I guess most everyone here has figured out that I like to talk a lot, or at least type a lot, so here goes something I find not only interesting, but way more important than we really give credit to..
So I believe in general, that I am a pretty nice person, though flaws like, forgetfulness really can make me seem like a ****. Anyway, I was heading over to town yesterday, it was very nice, I had the windows down, had some of my favorite music playing, and of course, my gay pirate glasses on (but I totally rock them!). Anyway, some of you know where I live is a very wooded area, and there is wildlife everywhere. We have deer, elk, raccoon, bears, and well anyway you get the point. I was very much just enjoying being all out in it. So as I was coming around a sharp curve, just past a bridge, I saw something in the road. Now my eyesight isn't what it use to be, and with this stupid diabetes, it is getting even worse. Figuring it was more than likely a dead animal I didn't decide to slow down, but as I got right up on it, I realized it was a turtle.
I swerved to avoid it (And thankfully did), but as I traveled on, I began to feel bad for this little guy. He was making his way to the creek, and hadn't even made it across the first lane of traffic. Now granted where I live, there isn't a lot of traffic, but the spot he was in, is kind of a blind spot, and anything coming the other way may not have time to stop or to swerve to avoid him. Even with this knowledge, I was convincing myself that I didn't have time to stop to help him out, or that the danger of me stopping to help, outweighed his plight. So I briefly decided to go on.
Well, about 1/2 a mile down the road, I couldn't get the poor guy out of my mind, and what a task it must have been for him to make his way from the mountains to the creek just to get some water. So I found a wide spot on the very narrow road, and turned my car around. Oddly enough, on the not so traveled road, on my way back, there were cars behind me, and cars coming the other way, which made me only hope that he hadn't been squished yet.
As I approached the curve where I had last seen him, I could see in the distance, though not so well, that he was still sitting in the same spot. Which, to be honest gave me a bit of relief. For some reason at this point I felt like I had became responsible for him. I slowed my vehicle, easing the traffic behind to acclimate them for the stop I was going to make. There were no places to pull off the road where he was, so stopping in the road was my only option.
I came to a stop, clicked on the hazard lights, and stepped out of the car. While the hazard lights would work fine for the cars behind me, they wouldn't work so well for the ones coming towards me. So after I stepped out, I put both hands up, waving at the cars coming my way, to signal for them to stop, which worked, and I know by the time they stopped they had to be thinking, "What is this crazy person doing?". After they stopped, I got the turtle and walked him over to the creek, walked down the bank, and sat him down just beside of the water. I knew this was a bit much to go through over a turtle, but I just felt like it had to be done. I walked back up the creek bank, and to my surprise some of the cars beeped their horns, and either waved, or gave me a thumbs up, which actually made me feel good considering I was thinking they would be upset that I stopped traffic over a turtle.
I left from there feeling quite good about what I had done, and about the life I probably saved. Granted it wasn't a person, but a life is a life in my eyes. Skipping ahead, I ended up having one of the best days I have had in quite sometime. It seemed like things just went my way, and instead of just blowing off the turtle incident, I took time to realize that I was being repaid the kindness I had shown, and that in its self put a big smile on my face.
I said all that, to say this (for those of you still maybe reading hehe) imagine if we put a quarter of that effort into helping out fellow our fellow man/woman the great things life would bring back around out way. I think this goes for all aspects of our life, be it work, family, friends, here in our gaming community, basically in our everyday walk in life. I think if we could apply this to ourselves, and instead of thinking, what can we do for ourselves, and more of what can we do for others, it would be a life changing experience. It doesn't take a lot to be nice or to be helpful, and it seems more often than not, we put way more effort into being the exact opposite.
Anyway, just wanted to share that with you all, and I hope you have an awesome day!
Shane A.K.A. Chameleon
This is my first entry into my new blog, reviewing coffee, from the beans to the aroma in my cup. And I am proudly starting with Canada's most popular coffee, Kicking Horse; particularly the Three Sisters blend.
This coffee could be perhaps be considered on the pricey side, with most coffee beans selling at anywhere from $4-8 per pound, $12 per pound for the is easily double the average cost. I was however, able to find this in my local supermarket, unlike some coffees which need to be bulk ordered from specialty stores or online.
Upon opening the bag, I found them to not be overly oily, something I find rare for packaged coffee. There was, however enough oil on the beans to prevent them from degassing. Simply put, they were washed properly. My burr grinder confirmed this for me, as it ground them at a fine grind for my gold filter with ease, no jamming whatsoever.
Dosing out their recommended 2 tablespoons per 1 6oz cup, I preheated my filter to 135 degrees Fahrenheit, and poured the grounds in, starting the brew cycle in my coffee maker. It took roughly 6 minutes to pour 4 cups of coffee, which is the norm for a Technivorm and without letting it sit on the heating plate, I poured it into my mug.
Tasting: Body, Flavour, Oil:
Upon taking my first sip, it's easy to tell that for a "medium" roast coffee, the body of this is no joke. Deep earthy, woody tastes are easily found on the back of the palette, with the lighter, silkier almost caramel like flavors flow over my mid and front tongue. I can detect no bitterness, instead this is a more tart blend of beans.The taste does not change or strengthen as I drink down the cup, either.
I would not call this an overly robust roast, being more smooth than of espresso quality. However, it provides the needed morning "kick" that has made coffee so popular. I simply prefer it while listening to music, and perhaps writing a story, rather then gulping it down as my first cup.
The aroma of Three Sisters is rather mild, but not so much that it has no impact. it has a very wood like smell, and it makes me flash back to spending hours in oak forests. The tart flavor is immediately obvious in the aroma, announcing itself via a very berry and flower-like smell. It also has essences of chocolate and sugar, which round the smell off nicely, making it not overly sweet, nor overly rich.
This is no ordinary Starbucks roast, nor does it fall into the likes of LavAzza, or Illy. Rather, it rightfully earns a spot as Canada's most popular exported coffee. It also has a unique blend of light, medium, and dark beans, which I believe is why it is able to have a firm body, while not tasting smoky. It also is fair trade, and does not appear to be chemically treated, with it's flavors boldly standing out, rather then being washed out. i would gladly buy this again, and I'll definitely be replacing my current Afternoon coffee beans with these. However, with those who like their coffee to have an espresso quality to their cup, this is not for them, and I doubt that you would be able to achieve such a result even with a double dosage and using a presse.
Rating: 9.0/10 Reason: a bit pricey, even for all it has to offer.
I thought I would make a new blog on a followup on my old one a few years back because now I'm active for good this time.
I once joined this clan because it was a big ET community, very friendly. I was once an ET F|A member. Eventually I discovered other games such as COD4 and TF2, and eventually I volunteered to become a TF2 member!
It has been a great number of years and it will only continue to grow. I feel as if I don't know many of the new people coming in so this will be a great opportunity to meet my new family. I did make another intro earlier but I think this will be a lot better.
I'm turning 24 this year, I had a 2 year college education in IT, I obtained my A+, the MTA 98-365 and as of this writing, I am working on my Network+ and Security+ to perfect the triad of certifications.
I recently came back into ET and found that I'm SUPER RUSTY! XP I think it'll be a long time before I gain my skills back, same can probably be said about COD4, i'll probably make the same mistakes like using the running ability too many times and give kills to the other team.
Well, like I said before, I'm here to stay like an old tree with many roots and hope to bloom to life anew again and meet new people here. Thanks for reading my boring blog.
Just wanted to say a few words, about things that were on my mind...
Who am I really? I'm a dad, a father, the most important thing I could ever imagine being! The most rewarding, life changing thing a person could ever be.. My daughter is the most important thing to me on this earth. Would I murder everyone on the planet to keep her safe and secure? Yes, no questions asked. It may be cliche to say, but from the first time I saw her in the hospital to this very day, I fell in love, and as time goes by I only love her more. Nothing on this planet will ever surpass how I feel about my child.
Sometimes I have been asked about my son, who died several years back. I didn't have him for very long, but the love I have for him is equal to that of my daughter. When I held him for the first time, I remember crying and my tears falling down on his face. It was just crying, it was sobbing. Nothing can ever come close to the love you have for your children, and if you don't feel the same about your child, you have issues and shouldn't even be allowed to have them.. R.I.P. Shane Lee Jr.
Who am I really? I am Shane, I live in eastern KY, I have worked in the music business for over 20 years. I play, I am involved in production, recording at a studio, I recently wrote a book and became a published author. These are the things I love to do, and I couldn't imagine my life going any other way.. Music is one of the loves of my life, there are very few things, that I love more.
Who am I really? I grew up poor, very poor.. I remember taking a bath in a metal tub on a porch, getting water from a well, using an outhouse, planting a garden, not because I was some hippie wanna be, or a hipster, but because if we didn't, who knew if we would eat during the winter. We had chickens, and pigs, and cows and all of that, not because we wanted to be wanna be hippie farmers, but because it was the only way to survive.
Who am I really? My dad was a pastor, and I hated it.. I hated church, church people, and everything that went with it, so needless to say, I was out of control. I stayed in trouble, did everything opposite of what I thought my parents would want.. I stole a truck once, I drank, I did drugs, anything that would piss them off. My brother was the good kid, good grades, never in trouble and all that. I fought at school or anywhere I could, every single day of my life. Not because people hated me, but because I hated people. Did I pick the fights? Almost 99% of the time, though I realize now I was just trying to find a way to release all the anger I had inside..
Who am I really? I am a dad, a friend, a person in this world just trying to get by. I'm a liar, but truthful. I am a fighter, but all I want is peace. I am full of rage, but just want to help people. I will fight at the drop of a hat, but I will be the best friend you could ever have.
Who am I really? I use to run head first at confrontation, but now I shy away, if at all possible. I avoid issues, but I try to fix them. When I don't know what to say or how to handle a situation, I pretend it doesn't exist. I have a hard time saying no, and will make excuses instead of saying so. I have a desire for people to like me so bad, that I will say or do almost anything to have their approval. In doing these things I often take on more than I can handle, which in the long run makes for a bad situation. I give more second chances than I should, and have gotten way more second chances than anyone should.
Who am I really? I am just a guy, who wants to be a part of something, who longs to be just who I am and nothing more.
Ph0eniX A.K.A. Shane
Through countless social interactions, most of which were unwanted, I've come to the conclusion that I'm a mother effin awkward guy. Being "awkward" by definition is to lack skill or dexterity but society has dumbed it to down mean weird/odd basically. Being weird is completely relative though because my normal isn't yours and your normal isn't mine so in theory someone on earth will think YOU are weird or awkward too!
The reason I say that I'm awkward is that in most social interactions I tend to say something that doesn't really fit the situation. I do this without thinking because an idea pops into my head then I verbalize. Idk why I just do. For example I was in a store, today in fact, and purchased a few goodies and the cashier says "that'll be 16.82" and without thinking I say "Ah the year I was born" and preceded to laugh out loud at my own sillyness because I heard 1682 and thought of something funny to say. She expressed and extreme amount of uncomfortableness and handed me my things. All I really did though was be myself.
That particular experience made me ponder. I realized every time that I did something that could be considered "socially awkward" all I was really doing was being 100% myself. So now I ask a question. Is there really such a thing as "weird", "odd", or "awkward" or is someone saying/doing something we don't really understand, them just being their unfiltered self. And if so isn't that what we all strive for and makes the universe so rad?
Lets start this from the beginning.
At the start of 2011 I stumble into a beginners jaymod server.
It's wonderful, admins doing their job and maintaining a fun
environment to players to derp around. But the troll inside me
that had developed during puberty, woke up. I started spamming
and harassing other players and admins. The admins took it for a
while, I was surprised, but kept going. Then Joker stopped me.
Got muted several times and even kicked, then I applied.
(Can't remember what I was thinking)
''Nooo way. B!tch at the server, spam a lot, messing with teammates''
Then I realised what I was like, I was like an 9 year old.
I started to change, tried to be better, tried to behave.
My re-apply got denied immediately, didnt wait 3 months.
I actually started to hate the people that I was like just a few months ago.
Spamming vsays, b!tching, moaning, crying all the time.
I helped admins, defused arguments and tried but failed at busting cheaters.
When I did my second re-apply I thought to myself, third time's a charm.
''Wow, seeing ur old application and this new one proves
that you did a 180 turn, looks like you went thru some changes and learned a thing or two.'' Purpish.
''Okay. Extended trial though.'' Krauersaut
At this point I had learned so much from admins, my english had gotten a lot better, I got more patience and, well, more polite.
I was a trial member for about 1,5 years, I got asked many times that
why am I not a full member yet, I always gave the same answer; " They (higher admins) have their reasons and im happy with what I have."
Last autumn I resigned, didnt have time to be active. Now im writing this in a bus going back to army from vacation as man that has to
give his thanks to this amazing community that made him what he is.
Okay, I am not going to name names or anything like that, but I feel like I should address this issue.
Lately I have had a lot of people msg me in xfire and other methods, inquiring about forum/server levels..
Mostly in the race to recruit people and move up the FA ladder. So let me just say, if you are in this for just
the levels, you are in this for the wrong reason. Why are you here if that is all you are worried about? this
is a family, a community, our very purpose and goal is to keep the community alive and thriving, not to jump
from level to level..
Some messages to me are upset because they have been here longer than me, or recruited more people
than me, but their level is lower than mine. Well I got news for you, that isn't how it works. There are people
here who have recruited less than me, or been here less time, but are higher admin than I am. What that
means is, the co-leaders/leaders/founders have seen something in them that makes them think they have
what it takes to be higher up on the ladder. Just because you have been here for a while, or that you have
recruited more people, doesn't make you more qualified to be a higher admin.
This is about the community as a whole, not for your own personal gain.. If you are not here for everyone
then maybe you don't belong, and you should look elsewhere for a clan. If you can't/wont think about the
greater good of FA, then you don't belong. We are a family, we look after each other, and we hold praise for
those of us who make new levels, and who are worthy to take new spots among the higher admins..
If power is what you want, go somewhere else, if community and friendship is what you want, then you have
come to the right place.. We are a family, and as corny as it may sound, United we stand, divided we fall..
So first off, I'd like to thank the wonderful FA community for inviting me to be a part of your family (or at least be put to the test)! I quite eagerly accepted as I have been waiting somewhat un-patiently (sorry for bugging, couldn't be helped!) for a while now.
Second, I'd like to apologize for a little bit of an absence from the community these past few days. This isn't the place to complain, but some professors (who shall remain nameless) thought it would be a good idea to assign over 2 weeks worth of work in a little over two days.... Anyway! Know that I have been pushing through my school schedule and I will be continuing to do so for a few more days. Spring break is in a week and a half, so count on me being around a lot then!
Third, and perhaps most important of all, I'd like to get to know my clanmates better! I really only talk often with the CoD4 beginners guys (shoutout to you all, you rock!), and so I struggle to feel like I fit in with a lot of other members. I've put myself out there and many of you are very nice, it's just a personal barrier I've put up (working to tear it down!). I will do my best to get to know at least one thing about you all. It will be difficult for me, but I think it's a well-intended goal.
If you've read this far, you're probably bored to tears with this seemingly unending post, so feel free to leave now. BUT, just in case you feel the same as me with regards to the third point, let me tell you my story (and maybe you can open up too):
In one short story, this is who I was, am, and always will be.
I was very young (in second grade or so) when my dad used to race in a small Porsche Cup series as a hobby. Naturally, he was my guide in the ways of the gearhead. By the time I was in second grade I knew quite a bit about modern supercars (at least for a very young kid), and it brought a huge smile to my face to see them in person.
One day, my father's series was invited to race on the Daytona road circuit, and so my family accompanied him. My dad was excited, it was a big day for him! Little did I know that it was an even bigger one for me.
So we were walking toward the check-in booth while looking around and admiring the scenery and taking in the sweet smell of burning 100 octane race fuel when I heard a sound in the distance. It was that kind of sound that would make you stop doing everything to turn and listen, and so I did. The sound was getting closer! It was a supercar, I was sure of that, but which one was it? As it got closer and closer, I knew it was special. I had never before heard such a beautiful exhaust sound! It was a sound that was terrifying, yet it drew you in. Finally, I see what glorious piece of engineering perfection has graced our presence:
a Ferrari Enzo.
To any supercar lover, this name carries weight. The name of Ferrari's founder, it was the ultimate Ferrari (and it's $1 million reflected that). Of the dreams I've had throughout my life, this moment keeps popping up. I remember not being able to look away. I had to keep staring in awe. It was no machine; it was alive. It had feeling, intelligence, and passion. I could pick up on these details as a kid. At that moment, I realized what the point of supercars really was:
Cars get you from point A to point B. Supercars put a smile on your face. It's a simple as this. A supercar is meant to make you forget about the destination and instead enjoy absolute happiness on the drive.
I credit that moment as the reason I am who I am today. It's the reason I've always wanted to be a mechanical engineer who designed cars. It's the reason I push myself to succeed. I want it. I want to be able to look at my own creation one day with the same childish wonder that I experienced that day, and if I did well enough, maybe I can give another child in the future the same realization I received. Maybe, just maybe, I can make a difference in the world.
My dad's car blew a head gasket that day, and it ended his racing career, but my life's work had only just begun.
Thanks for reading! If you have the time, pm me or comment about who you are/what you do so that I can get to know you better! I look forward to meeting you all! Enjoy your day!
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