Hey, kids: meet the new Thunderbird! Do you like it better with a little mystery ...


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The Ranting Ranger: "What does a duck say?"

The Boy: "Quack quack quack."

TRR: "What does [The Boy] say?"

TB: " ... what does [The Boy] say?"

TRR: "Whatever he wants! What does [The Boy] say?"

TB: "I wanna rock!"

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My apologies for not keeping up on anything here. I know I have at least two major trips, an old job that ended better than the previous post ( Read more... )

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Now that I seem to have switched to guitar, I had to outfit myself properly. The musicians among you will understand that if I crank this bad boy at midnight ...


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Okay, first things first: you fuckers can't just wait for me to leave town to write over 80 entries after weeks of quietude. No way.
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Ahoy there, kids. I have kept up with reading even if I haven't kept up with commenting. Between my business on the bay and in the band and with the Boy, I have found little time or energy since the last time I complained about having little time or energy. Cheers to two months without posting anything of substance! Enjoy yet another purely ( Read more... )

Having attained the necessary distance from my zoology hell class - can you believe I've spent nearly a year away from school? - I finally felt ready to take the Boy to the awesome Oakland Zoo (Eureka's Sequoia Park Zoo also qualifies as "awesome," but seemed too small an operation for zoophobia to keep me away).

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Endless illness and an aspiring ranger's perpetual job search have sapped all the time and energy I once had for journaling and correspondence.
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