I saw the documentary on that. Fascinating to say the least! THAT is dedication!

It sure is. I forget offpaw what the estimated time till completion is but I think it's like another generation or two at least. I did a bunch of reading up on it last year and one interesting factoid that I found was that one of the heads on Mt. Rushmore would fit into the nostril of Crazy Horse's horse. That's a big-a statue!!!

I've been fascinated with indian Native American lore since I was in my 20's. Stole every book the Ventura, CA library had that had honest to gosh history written by the people who were there, lived with different Sioux tribes and ever so much else. If you ever want a source for some of the truth about what times were like 'when the west was lost', try contacting the University of Nebraska Press. Almost all those books I learned so much from were published by them. Of course, these books weren't exactly anywhere near new even then and that was 45 years ago, so finding any of them may be a matter of luck. Or the University may just have them on microfilm or something. Who knows?

Not planning on visiting Scotland during the summer road trip then? hehe

Not till they pave it I'm afraid. Though a walk through the moors with an agreeable Scottish lass would be most interesting. (I'd hope)

Well, some parts of it are paved

Parts of the ocean over to Scotland are paved? I'll be damned. Science is really advancing by leaps and bounds!

Ahh ok, I thought you meant Scotland!
I think a lot of folks over there still believe it's made up of nothing but moors and castles inhabited by kilt-wearing, log-tossing, haggis-eating hairy ginger people! Hehe.


Actually I wish I was ginger. Always had a liking for the redheaded percentage of the planet's population

I've a terrible softness in my heart for the red haired lasses of the world. Even got one tattooed on my arm. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4970428/
My best adult friend was my sister's ex husband Patrick Dennis Legan (not Irish at all, at all) who sported flame red hair, more freckles than clear spots and a HUGE handlebar mustache as red as his hair. He could even outdrink me once in a while, so he MUST have been Irish.

Now me. My last name is McLaurin....shortened from MacLaren, though I bear no Scottish blood due to my father being adopted. By blood I'm mostly Swiss and English

ooo, pretty faerie!

Thanks! I just love her, and her name is Jade. I shouldn't have called her a faerie in the pic though. She's actually a butterfly girl....though she looks just like a faerie. But my tattoo artist said he'd done so many fairies he was sick to death of them and would never do another, so I convinced him that she was really a butterfly girl and he did her for me. Ah, psychology! A wonderful thing when used properly. ;3

Hehe, nice

Hope you're having a fun day today!

So far so good. I'm about to go out and lay in the 85 degree sun and take some rays. maybe swimma little if theb ocean isn't too rough today.
What are you up to?

Very nice.
I'm freezing here! lol

Is why i'm in Mexico. Could have flown to Scotland, but why?

Awww Hehe

Road trip huh?

Got stuck in a truck grill again?

Hey! It's free. You can't beat the air conditioning and I'm almost never squashed TOO badly when I get hit.

And at least I don't wait till the truck is directly over me and THEN jump like those brainless armadillos! What a bunch of dorks!

What can you say? God doesn't like Armadillos; they're one of the few species that can catch leprosy. Probably just testing to see if their legs will come off.

And some people EAT them!! Oh barf!!!!

I think they're ears come off first....then the legs.

their.......gawd...you'd think I was illegitimate or something the way I spell sometimes

My friend Fangs, quite a character. I asked 'em once 'Is it hard typing with six fingers on each hand?' I still remember their reply to this day.

'I dunno, I'll ask my big brother. HEY DAD!'

Now...really. You're making up stories again. How would he know? They cut off both his front paws and sold them as 'lucky rabbits feet' as punishment for diddling his little sister.

Muscle memory? Well maybe it didn't turn out quite like that; I had some of his hospitality after and my memory's a bit vague for the ext few days. All I remember is waking up in a barn on the outskirts of town with a terrible headache, mouth tasting like the bottom of a birdcage and a barbie doll.

If that was indeed my brother/dad then I know just where you found the Barbie and that it took a doctor giving you a nice shot of muscle relaxers to extract it......didn't it?

I don't trust them doctors; besides after the bushel of apples that was up there none of them would go near me. I just vodka'd my problems away.

Also, your dad never did call, didn't he get my number?

Oh yeah ....my whole family has YOUR number buddy. Don'texpect a call soon. we're all still mad about you wrecking the one running Harley we had left!

Hey now! She's was pretty worn out before I even touched her! I had nothing, NOTHING to do with that heart attack, it was all the pills she was taking! You can't prove anything!

I have the arsenic you poured into her tea. That'll fly in any court of law.

Arsenic? I don't know what you've been taking, but I didn't use ar-

Anything, I didn't use anything.

Except normal household cleaning products. I know. We've heard it all before. Book 'em Danno!

All I wanted was for America to be the clean, pristine place it once was!

Nooooooooooo!!!!

You'll need a good DeLorean for that. Set for waaaaay back.

Bah, time travel is a crazy dream, held only by those of empty mind.

Racial cleansing, now THERE'S a strategy!

If it's such a crazy dream, then how do you explain three of me standing here arguing with you? HUH?

I'm sorry racial cleansing just ain't gonna work. Though I've always wondered why the fuck flys had to be here. Annoying little boogers. Remind me of you in a lot of ways.

Fangs.... that's a mirror. Those are 'reflections' I know you can occasionally see yours blink, but that happens.


Hey now, flies provide a valuable service. Who would devour all the corpses in your cellar if not for us? Who would feed the spiders? Consume the food scraps? Ants? Hah, picky sods! If'n it weren't for us you'd be ears-deep in garbage in a month!

Someday I'm going to do brain surgery on you and remove all the stodgy reality based crap that nobody wants to hear and leave only the twinkly lights and of course your all consuming, unselfish love for my gorgeous self.

There's a few problems with that. Firstly my intellect imploded in on itself some time ago, crushed under the sheer massive weight of my ego it shrank to an infinitesimal point surrounded by a resent horizon, a point of no return. Any surgical instruments placed near it will either canish or turn into abortion protest signs.

There's also the matter of most of my love of you being culinary in nature. (Sure you're not as tasty as the Welsh, or even English rabbit, http://www.annabelkarmel.com/recipes/welsh-rarebit but dammit you must be so tender...)

Not to worry. We can solve all that in a jiffy. First we remove the top half of your brain (leaving only your love for me and assorted motor skills associated with it), and send said top half off in a space capsule for the center of the universe where it will be sucked into the primordial soup from which it began.

That leaves only your love for me, which we will zap with my newly invented 'turn your hunger to lust' ray machine and PRESTO! All is right with the world again. Except for the foreign and financial situation which is too treacherous to even think about, as usual.

Oh Fangs u crasy dog! You can't send my brain to the center of the universe.

It's already there!

I have that dream sometimes too. Isn't it fun?

Yep, it beats the screaming visages of my many victims anytime!

Your 'victims' only scream cause you still think you can sing and won't stay away from all the karaoke bars. if we could break you of that, you'd actually have a friend or two. Maybe.

Oh that's not singing, that's my imitation of a cat being strangled.

I really hate cats.

Only trouble is, no one can tell the difference.

They're not supposed to; you see my lack of esteem for others opinions is evidence of my high self esteem and rugged individualism.

And or your death wish.

If I die, I die in the name of Freedom!

Fortunately I have a large number of gun and therefore other people with guns to stand with me. You'll never stop us gum'mint!

I'se on yer side too Clyde. If we act together those pentagon pansies haven't got a chance against usn's.

Yep, jus' like Bundy where we showed the country who we were by wavin' guns about until they backed off. Truly it showed the superiority of the White race.

I mean Freedom. Freedom Freedom!