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how about them yankees?
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so...
guess what im doing. give? im typing a stupid blog post. i guess not the best way to spend a afternoon but its what im doing. oh i added stuff to my fancy picture site www.electricchurch.net/Eric/pictures so there is a post. tommorrow i will sit around. thats my pediction. its probably acurate to.
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another
ok i just added bighorn to my picture whatever-you-call-it thing. and to follow recent traditions (made up just last night) i will type why i named it bighorn, its becouse its a picture of the little bighorn lake
so all said an done. bye
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oops
i forgot to name why sunset was named sunset, its becouse there is a sunset in the picture
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random
it-is-later-than-you-thinK.
recently i made cool pictures. they are available no strings attached (except that large twine one that says you cant sell the pictures) for backgrounds or whatever. here is the link, http://electricchurch.net/Eric/pictures/ view at ease. now you may be wondering why they all have wierd names. well free ride is named such becouse in the song free ride it says "the mountains are high the valleys are low" now in that picture there is no valleys but there is a mountain. now H was named so after Honolulu, i have no idea why but it was. natural was named so for extreme fake natural-ness. pizza pie was named that becouse i forgot to make the world round. pplwththblueglow was named that becouse people that watch tv always have a blue glow around them, and this picture has a blue glow. rio is named so becouse i think its like river in spanish or something. rough is named so becouse... well... would you like to walk over that terrain? i digress. tery is named that becouse of the obvous reason that it is apicture of terrain. view is named thus becouse its about all the view you see when you look at a mountain. view2 is named that becouse i made it right after view. water is named such for the simple reason, what is the most obveous thing in the picture? so there is a bit 'o blarney for a day now for a story
No Californians need apply
The town had been at war with itself for the past two weeks when the stranger rode into town.
When he dismounted the firing from the General store and the bank ceased, looking around he pushed his white hat back on his head. He surveyed the street littered with corpses before entering the restaurant.
Sitting down at a table he looked up as the waiter approached. The waiter looked down at the man sitting at the table taking in his getup, this guy is either an actor or a dude, he thought to himself.
“We got beans and coffee on the menu right now.” Said the waiter.
“Oh um is their like anything else? Like some wine or something?” he said, elaborating with a wave of his hand.
“Beans and coffee its what’s for dinner.” The waiter said, “If you ain’t happy with it you can go across the street to those durned Idahoians and beg tatters off of them.”
The stranger got up from the table rather stiffly, “I will not abide your presence I shall go across the street and get some decent food!”
“Have at it, just don’t come in here again.”
Opening the door he walked into the street, the sunlight catching on his tanned face. He crossed the street and entered the motel.
He crossed the room towards the desk; leaning against the desk he took the register and signed his name, leaving some money on the desk he walked upstairs to his room.
A couple minutes later the motel clerk walked behind the front desk, glancing down at the register his eyes widened, glancing towards the stairs he hurriedly went outside.
The banker leaned across the table and shouted into the store owners face, “This is not Montana this is Idaho!”
The store owner looked from the banker to the lawyer and the saloon owner. No, this ain’t Idaho! This is Montana!
A brawl was momentarily paused as the motel keeper burst into the room. “Guys we got us a job to do forget them Idahoans for a second we got something worse in town!”
“what can that be?” asked the store keeper sourly.
Just then the door opened and the stranger entered.
“That’s who!” shouted the motel clerk pointing a accusing finger at the stranger.
“oh like am I like interrupting something?” asked the stranger.
“We were just arguing about if this town is in Montana or Idaho” said the lawyer.
“oh like I think its in California.” He said. Upon which everyone jumped up from their seats.
His voice quivering with passion the storekeeper said, “This ain’t the land of fruit loops and nuts!”
While the saloon keeper and the store keeper brawled, the restaurant owner looked down thoughtfully at the fresh blood stains on the floor, if this is Montana or Idaho doesn’t matter, at least its not California. He mused.
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okay another pic
well this time i restrained myself from putting glasses on me.
NO COWS OR ANIMALS WERE HURT IN THE TAKING OF THIS PHOTO
credits (where credit is due)
all of the guys in blue pants and grey shirts are me and my accomplices.
the guy im fighting is my arch nemises Joseph M
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okay here is a picture of me that i onley messed with at a minimum on my computer. do to strict regulations (that i made) i am not allowed to show my true features, so i figured a block over my face would look funny i took full liberty to place glasses on my face. so after all of that here is the picture
very groovy
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simply stating the obveous
yep im stateing the obveous. incase you havent noticed i changed my header. those are all top seceret pic's the far left one is of me with my laser sword, then there is me in austrelia, and me after cleaving a cambells head off and me when i infiltrated a Russian prison camp. very groovy
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i am terribaly sorry due to extreme circumstamces i have refrained from blogging (in other words i cant think up a good excuse) so to make up for it here is a completely stupidly dumb blog post (that in my opinion is worst than my storys). "so this is turning out very interesting"said the guy who was sitting on the street corner with his laptop looking at a stupid blog post. "yes thank you thats what i was hoping for it to be" said i. "well your wish came true since i joined the conversation" stated a passerby. "wow man, thats like so like groovy man" stated a passing hippie who was twidling around with his hemp necklace. "youz can like turn over youz coputer bud" said a gangster who's finger was itching uncontrolably while it rested on the trigger of his uzi. "hey do you know where a donut shop is"? asked a policeman. "its not easy being greenish brown" stated a toad. "wow i didnt think i could write all of that in how many minutes"? i said. "im still interested in youz computer dude" said the gangster. "hey do you know where any stray fires are?" asked a passing fire fighter. "now where is that piece of paper?" said a passing nerd who was shufling through the stuff in his pocket protector. "wow this is turning out to be very long" said a cool guy who i call me. okay where is the bomb?" asked a member of the hazmat team. "BOOM" answered the bomb. "wow i think i will end at that" i said as i pulled myself out of the rubble.
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and once again another story
With my luck anything is bound to happen… and something did happen. I was flying at a thousand feet when a German ME 109 dropped out of the clouds onto me, and proceeded to punch bullet holes into my spitfire. Me not liking it much banked over to get some bullets into him. But he punched a hole into my fuel tanks. So, I just banked strait at him loosening the throttle a little. At the last minute, I executed my plan… and him; I pushed the throttle over to full and bailed out. After dropping twenty feet or so, I popped my chute and watched the scene before me. The German pilot expecting me to bank off was rather surprised to find me bail out. Wildly he attempted to pull up… but it was to late. The explosion that ensued was close to that of a bomb blast.
After alighting upon the ground, I folded up my parachute and tossed into the bushes. It would be along time before I would be needing of a chute.
I started towards the nearest German air field.
Guided by my memory from studying charts of this land I soon arrived at the base.
Crouching low I came up beside a outlaying hanger. From the inside, I could hear busy technicians working. I walked slowly down the wall until I found a door. I glanced both ways to make sure that nobody was around. Slowly I opened the door and stepped inside. First, I would need a airplane. There was three in the hanger, two ME 109’s and one ME 262. It appeared like the ME 262 was being fueled for one reason or other. So, I just decided to take the 262. Walking towards it, I caught the attention of a guard who started towards me. Stepping in front of me he said something in German to me.
“Nine” I answered.
He said something else I German and turned to call someone over.
“Doi!” I said and pulled out my 1911 colt and clubbed him over the head. He dropped like a pile of rocks. I ran across the hanger floor as two airport police entered. Lifting my 45 up I sent a bullet their way and jumped into the cockpit. Looking over the unfamiliar controls, I found a likely switch and flipped it. The engines on my wings roared to life. Putting another bullet in the general vicinity of the guards I slammed the canopy shut. Putting on the oxygen mask that was on the seat, I pushed the throttle forward… perhaps a little to forward for I barely made the turn onto the run way. Pushing the throttle to full, I rocketed down the run way. After lifting off, I banked to the left… just in time to dodge a stray flack round. Wasting time with no further pleasantries, I rocketed for the clouds. Apparently not liking me taking one of their airplanes two Me 262’s came up to join me. Me not liking their company I banked over and shredded ones left wing with my .20 millimeters. His engine exploded he tried desperately to regain control; failing he nose dived into a hanger and did a nice set of fireworks. Turning my attention to the other jet who was working at tearing up my tail. I was growing rather fond of the tail of my plane, so I shot for the clouds and banked right and did a corkscrew straight at him letting loose with a volley of .20 mm’s. He disappeared in a flash of light. Leveling off I pointed my nose to the front lines.
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another story
here is a nother story that i wrote.
I sat heavily down in my office chair behind my desk. I rolled my chair over to the metal filling cabinet next to my desk. I punched in the combination and opened the filling cabinet. After perusing the contents for a couple of minutes, I found what I was looking for. The folder on James O’Neil. I opened the folder and pulled out the sheet of papers I was looking for. James O’Neil was a air marshal and he managed to "persuade" some terrorists to not ram a Boeing 747 into the pentagon (I was rather thankful seeing that I work in the wing that the plane was aimed at) and in the process he only killed two of the ten terrorists in the process of things.
The Boeing 747 slowly taxied to the end of the runway. After getting clearance for take off it rocketed down the runway and lifted off.
Inside the jet everyone were getting ready for a long luxuriously boring ride.
In the back two men got up and turned back to back and produced razor box knives and ordered everyone back into their chairs.
In the front five men stood up and produced knives matching those of the men in the back. Two stepped forward towards the pilots cabin while the other three guarded their backs.
Jim Brickman glanced once more at the pitch indicator before banking the 747 towards the left. When he heard a soft footstep behind him, he momentarily glanced back. Two men were standing there. Jim was used to seeing people come to the cockpit to see the controls so he paid it no mind until…
"What do you think? Should we kill him or keep him so he can be useful?"
"Ah kill him now and get it over with."
It took a minute to register in his mind before a arm reached around his neck and lifted him out of the chair. He felt a searing pain shoot across his throat.
One terrorist moved the pilot’s body out of the seat and sat down. After doing a cursory examination of the controls, he banked the plane to the right.
In the back when the terrorist guarding the back turned his back a man got up from his chair and picked up his duffel bag which apparently was rather heavy. The terrorist spun around hearing a slight noise… which was the last noise he heard -excluding the air whipping by the duffel bag as it flew in the air having a rendezvous with his face- the man crumpled to the ground. The man who threw his bag reached down and picked it back up. He unzipped the bag and extracted a throwing knife… and started to test it out on a nearby terrorist who was apparently annoyed at his partner being killed. After dispatching the second terrorist, the man went towards the front. A man stood up and stepped into the isle and swung a fist at the oncoming man who blocked it and socked the other man in the wind who preceded to fall to the floor and start doing some very talented croaks.
After moving the unwilling substitution pilot and copilot out of there respective seats. Agent James O’neil took over the controls. And banked farther to the right (just in time to miss hitting the Empire State Building.)
Upon landing at the airport the airport police took the body’s and the prisoners
I closed the folder containing the data and replaced it back into the fileing cabinet.
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i had fun
i had fun posting random things on the random blogger button
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another cool story
I looked up as a dark cloaked figure entered the room, I was sitting at my desk where I was writing a letter to a friend in sector seven, “Mister Jegley” came a metallic voice issuing from the black cloaked figure “We have heard the information that you were working against us, so representing V.A.P. im arresting you.” With that he produced a gun that fit snugly into his hand, he turned to the door and said “Take him to the arranged place”. Three men in green jumpsuits and face helmets –which I recognized as secret police- entered the room. One stepped to my left and the other to my right. The one on my left reached over and grabbed my arm and roughly jerked me to my feet while the other slipped binders onto my wrists. They led me out of my apartment which mysteriously was empty of all signs of life. The cloaked figure took the lead. With his cloak flowing behind him he walked down the corridor so fast that I almost had to run to keep up with him and when I lagged the two police grabbed my arms and dragged me forward. Finally we arrived at the docking bay where there was a V.A.P. light transport. As we walked up to it the side door lowered and I was roughly dragged inside. The door slammed behind me and the cloaked figure turned to the pilot “launch to sector 5 area D” he ordered.
The pilot smoothly took off towards sector 5.
The prison that I was dispensed into was made of steel sheets melted together to form a 43 hecter square prison and each cell was approximately three heveters square. I was put into the basement where the cells size were reduced to two heveters Square. As soon as the cell door shut I looked around at my surroundings… gray walls gray ceiling and gray floors… not very interesting.
After two weeks of lazying around in my cell eating stuff that was probably waste a prison guard entered my cell.
“the exucutioner awaits” he stated then grabbed me off of the floor and dragged me to the door.
The exucution chamber was a solid metal circle ten heveters. The walls had circular tubing potruding out every two hevetors. All of a sudden the tubes turned bright red and started giving off intense heat. I fell to the floor already almost consumed in flames.
I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. I looked bleary eyed at it and threw my pillow at it. And got out of bed. While I was eating a breakfaest of cold mush I sudenly remembered I had to wright a letter to my friend in sector seven. After breakfast I sat down at my desk and began to wright. The hair on the back of my neck prickled up. I looked up as a black cloaked figure entered the room…
ps the friend mentioned in this story is me
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part of my imaginary friends life
January 12- 1941
We narrowly missed becoming a shipwreck today after the gale we found we were knocked off course by 35º NW Captain Hank Lewis righted our course back to 10º S.
The door to the mess opened, most everybody glanced up and nodded as the captain walked in and sat in his chair. “We got some reports of Nazi’s around this area” he sead.
The door opened once again to admit “Splooge” the radar techie, he walked over to Hank “Cap the radar conked out a hour ago I tried to get them back working but I’ve got a hunch that it was jammed”.
“Ok, do what you can with it but we will keep a watch out”.
Hank finished up his fried clams (He only had them for dinner in the last week seven times) and gave the dishes to the cook “dishwater” (it was originally “dirty dishwater” but over time it got shortened to simply “dishwater”) and walked out of the mess cabin to his cabin, he walked over to the navigation tables in the corner and began studying them…
Not far from there a certain U boat plowed through the waves intent on a certain supply ships demise…
Herr Frowling stepped up to the wheel and took over for the first mate. He squinted through the night a little supply ship. He looked through the sight for a second “Fire torpedo one” he ordered to the gunner “torpedo away” he replied “torpedo two” “launched” “torpedo three” “away” “the dumcoffs! Missed one!”
Captain hank Lewis was in a tight spot, he gripped the wheel hard making his knuckles white as he swerved to the right dodging a torpedo then noticing a another one he swerved left then noticed another but it was to late, the last thought that ran through his mind was well guess im going out with a bang…
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math 4556? EF=6
i will teach you all quadrohilitacks now first M=45/D+A=HS648 but then you run into the problem of Z+4653541135741=AG(5464156156464) so then you do the simple equation of 58989516464346+J=SH646T5464
Agent M, Ph.D, Le.D, M.D., L.sD (Explanation on why even i dont understand the math -J/K) Ir.S, Kg.B, Ab.C, Ci.A, Fb.I, and last but not least X Y Z P D Q!
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My incredibly GROOVY Harmonica playing
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WEIRD
last night i had a dream about insane guy's chopping poeplse heads and hands off. but do to policy i wont tell it to you
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My computer is acting like it is in safe mode when it isnt i have a hunch it is my colegues duing
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SORRY
Sorry but i wil probably not type in here very much. but i wil tel you my job i fight the bad guy's off the president 
i look under chairs for the bad guy's
AND KETCH THEM!!!! see iam a all around agent
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the origin (sorry about the mispeled words)
Theorigin of bloging came from a science fiction novel generaly called "Enders Game" and it was so that the government could spy on poeple.
So consequently i'm not going to say what is really happening in my life (Although it is VERY interesting)
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