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You people must realize that the only times I actually make a post, is when I'm not at home.Okay, not all the time. But at least the random posts are made most often when I'm on the road, or on vaction.Well, you can add another first to this.I'm kinda drunk.Yes, egg nog and vodka. What? Vodka? No Rum? Why no rum? Well, that would be because there is no rum in the house right now. There's

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The four riders watched the small cottage from the crest of the hill, ignoring the cold wind that whipped around them. The sounds of joy and laughter seemed to calm the cold that surrounded them. Sywyn could only smile as he listened to the sounds of laughter and song. “And we did it without drawing weapons or shedding blood,” he said softly.“No' ev'rythin' need be done with a blade,” Mandrel

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Mandrel finished hitching the horses to the wagon and looked to his sister. Pania was organizing the last of the parcels and packages carefully. It had taken most of the day and a good part of the evening, but they had managed to collect enough to gather together a decent care package for the small family. While it felt good to entertain, carol and share in the spirit of the season with the

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Sywyn found the small abode easily. The boy had described where he and his family lived with great detail. He spoke of his brothers and sisters, and the passing of his father only six months earlier. The elven knight stopped to marvel at the dwelling. Stricken by poverty, this family still managed to bring together the signs of the season. A small spruce tree in the front yard was decorated

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Just outside Ottawa, Ontario, December 24, 1897Sywyn Wennemein rose early that morning. As a holy knight of his home world, he went about his duties as he normally would. And just like he remembered from his time spent in Old Mexico, he could not hear but a whisper from his god. But there was something else. Another voice that penetrated through to his very soul. And it sounded like the song

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I decided to interrupt the usual story of the current adventures of Black Mask and Pale Rider to bring you this Christmas story.Rideau Canal, Ottawa, Ontario, December 23, 1897The snow crunched underneath the horses hooves, sounding louder than it should have, but the air was crisp and cool and all the sounds that were made seemed that much louder. The four riders huddled together as they

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"Jeb, be a good boy an' fetch my cane if you would," Kingston said in a calm and cool voice that held the air of sophistication. "We are entertaining two fine ladies, so I must make certain my attire is appropriate." He smiled to the small black boy and waved him off to carry out his duty. Kingston fussed a bit in the mirror as one of his body guards stood by near the window. Kingston looked

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Ezekiel Morgan followed obediently behind one of the slavers as he was taken out of the paddock. He'd seen this before, slaves taken from one owner to another. This was his time now. He prayed at least that maybe this master would be kind and understanding. Perhaps, maybe even grant him his freedom. He kept his head low, eyes looking to the ground, knowing exactly when to stop and exactly

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Shreveport, Louisiana, September 23, 1863Pania removed her duster and wiped her brow. Not only was it hot, but humid. Never before had she felt such conditions. The heat and humidity felt like a huge weight that bared down on her. Shani felt it too, as both gunslingers looked tired in the saddle. Even their horses loped along slowly. That didn't stop them, however, as off in the distance

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Oxford, Mississippi, September 21, 1863Shani looked around the office for a moment as she gathered her things together. She and Pania had been in the town for nearly two weeks. They'd gone from hunted outlaws to trusted peacemakers, in just two weeks. After Shani took down Dorval, life in Oxford grew much more peaceful. A new judge came in from Jackson, and the rest of Dorval's men were sent

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The day went by slowly as the people of Oxford went about their business. Rumour had spread quickly, something was going to happen on this day. No new people, no celebration in the town, nothing of happy times ahead, but news and rumours that put worry in the eyes of the townsfolk. They could feel it as they would pass by Sheriff Wennemein or any of her deputies.Shani walked the streets just

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Shiver me timbers!It's September 19th!And that means only one thing. It's International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Okay, so it's not something that is celebrated in a very secular fashion or even a major commercial fashion. But it's still a fun day, and something to keep one's sanity firmly in place.So grab ye cutlass an' batten down the hatches. Whether ye be from the Prairies (famous for the

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It's often odd to read news stories about a general manager or a former player in sports one day, and then the next hear of their passing. Such was the case with Ron Lancaster. Ron Lancaster became the face of not only the Saskatchewan Roughriders, but of the Canadian Football League. Born in Pennsylvania, he was considered too small for American Football at five foot nine. But he went north,

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Summer is quickly winding down. Examples of the coming of autumn are all around us. Though the weather has been relatively warm, that still hasn't stopped the colours of fall to shows up all around us.The past few weeks I've had the opportunity to drive from Outlook down line 19 in delivering a weekly publication to different locations spread throughout the communities along the highway that

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Pania walked into the saloon and shook herself slightly as the rivers of rain water dripped from her duster. The rain had started hard and unexpectedly in the late afternoon, acting as some kind of omen. Shani looked up from the pool table as she was lining up a shoot. Anything to keep her mind busy after what happened this day. Walker leaned against the bar of the saloon and watched the game

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The casket closed on Cole's body as the remaining gunslingers stood by solemnly. No one said any words as the very private ceremony took place. Ming bowed his head in quiet prayer for the man he had never known, but obviously a man who tried to uphold justice. Walker's expression didn't change much, making him seem that much more hardened due to his age and the things he'd seen. Joshua wept

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The crowd had gathered in small groups, whispering amongst themselves. Naturally, they would spread rumour and innuendo about what had just happened. At least they all felt sympathy toward Cole, who's body now cooled on the dusty streets as the doctor tended to him. Shani and Pania walked with determination and looked to the doctor, waiting for some sign. All they found was a heavy sigh of

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Found this rather interesting test while cruising around other blogs. I always find interesting stuff at other blogs, and being the coffee-holic that I am, I had to check this out. It's the Caffeine Click Test. It determines your caffeine levels as you click on the coffee cup icon.Mine for today is...Created by OnePlusYou - Online DatingWell, it is a Friday, after all, and it is publishing day

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The small group stood silently in the sheriff's office as one of the deputies stood watch over the wagon. Word was sent to the local banker that the strong box had finally come into town. The man who had ended the gunfight before it really started sat heavily in a chair behind a desk and studied those that entered. The Chinaman was fairing well for taking a bad hit to the shoulder and losing a

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Just outside Oxford, Mississippi, September 5, 1863They rode hard toward the plume of smoke as it rose into the air. Shani tightened the reins on her horse as they drew near, Pania followed suit and could only stare in disbelief. A small wagon train, very small, maybe three wagons. The horses were either scattered, stolen or dead. They could see two carcasses of the horses that had obviously

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Cardiac Kids.That's what I'm calling the Riders. That's what this team has been this year, as they've managed to win with four different quarterbacks, and managed to win in the fourth quarter. The Saskatchewan Roughriders pulled into Winnipeg after handing the Blue Bombers a convincing drubbing the week previous. History was on Winnipeg's side, however, as the Bombers were almost always

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There's been talk about a new game out, brought to the computer gaming world by Electronic Arts and Maxis called Spore. The game allows you to create not just a character, like many other online games have you do, but the entire society and planet of the race that character comes from. You build one creature, and watch it grow, and evolve, and create a society.You can expand in the universe as

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Travers made certain the bottles were packed carefully into the saddle bags as he secured them on Gipsum. He gave the horse's neck a gentle pat before he stepped back and looked to the elf that sat in the saddle. Shani tipped her hat in thanks and offered him a friendly grin. “Much 'bliged, Travers. The whiskey's 'ppreciated, an' thet wine's gonna be a taste o' home fer sure.”“Le's 'ope the

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Her eyes fluttered open as she turned her head to push back the bright light of the room. Pania raised her hands to rub the cobwebs from her eyes. Everything was still a blur in her mind. She was just starting to remember what had just happened. Finally it hit home. The dream walk she had just been on, the revelation of the man who had been so kind and friendly toward the two elves. And she

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Shani grew worried. It had been a while since her last conversation with the Huntsman. He hadn't made himself as accessible as she would have liked. There was one thing she found in this creature that seemed to be a very human quality, one shared by many elves as well. A raging ego. He already had one elf, but he wanted the other as well. So, he was using her as bait.There was something

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It wasn't pretty, but a whirlwind week for the Saskatchewan Roughriders capped off with a victory over the Winnipeg Blue Bombers on the Labour Day Classic.Still licking their wounds from the loss the previous week to the Edmonton Eskimos, the Riders were looking for something to help bolster them. That came in the form of a trade with the Toronto Argos for quarterback Michael Bishop. Bishop was

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So, I've had a couple of people comment on the style of story I'm writing with the entire Adventures of Black Mask and Pale Rider. First, why I'm doing this. That answer is easy enough. Because I can. Because it's fun, it's entertaining, and it's something a lot of people have said they enjoy.Second, the question has come up, what kind of story is this? What genre does it fit into? Well, it

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The two elves studied the grave solemnly. The bartender had brought them out to the cemetery to see the final resting place of the elf who had come to this place and called it home so many years ago. They knew the name all too well. A scourge on their home world, an elf who sought nothing but power, and strove to find eternal life. Perhaps this is what he meant.“People back home think he's

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Franklin, West Virginia, August 29, 1863They'd been traveling the roads for over a week. Keeping themselves under a low profile while riding from town to town. Shani reluctantly agreed no bank jobs. Especially when they had such a long way to ride to reach Shreveport and the Underground Railroad. The horses loped into the town slowly. Another stop, it seemed. The town was small enough, and

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Evening had set upon the small village, and the celebration continued. The villagers decided it was indeed time for a celebration of freedom from an oppressor. And Shani and Pania took center stage. The food was extravagant, the music loud and the laughter, well it was something that both elves had not seen in quite some time since their arrival on Earth.As the sun began to set, Pania sat by

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Shani and Pania carefully traversed the narrow hallways that lead to the central tower. It was almost like they knew they would find their quarry there. So far, they hadn't seen hide nor hair of the elven vampire. And as they traveled, they discovered more information about the woman. A parchment discarded here and there as though someone carelessly took a journal and walked throughout the

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Shani grinned as she stepped easily into the room, hands held onto her gun belts as she looked about the room. Pania shot her a glance that simply said are ye feckin' crazy. Shani just shrugged and shouted out in her usual way. “YEEEEEHAW! Howdy boys!” The vampires stopped feeding for a moment, looking somewhat bewildered as to why someone so brazenly would enter their domain. One of them

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Fifteen miles can be a long ride when you are willingly riding into hell. Shani and Pania left the small village shortly after the noon meal, and one last inspection of their gear. Food for two meals, water, although Shani would have demanded whiskey had Pania not given her a look of annoyance, ammunition for both pistols and crossbows. Even the metal worker in the village repaired any nicks

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Morning came quickly upon the small village. As the sun began to peek over the horizon, many of the townsfolk were already full into their chores for the day. They worked together as a community, ensuring that they would survive. Neighbours would help neighbours, keeping everyone sustained with all the essential necessities. All but two residents of the village were busy with the beginning of

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I want to fly like an eagleTo the seaFly like an eagleLet my spirit carry meI want to fly like an eagleTill I'm freeOh, lord, through the revolutionThat old Steve Miller song has a lot of truth to it. The freedom one can see from something as simple as a bird of prey as it glides on the wind currents. Such was the case today, as I spotted a hawk doing just that. Later in the morning I saw not

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While the young woman had given herself freely, a sacrifice to save the rest of the village, fear still welled up in her breast. The vampire, dressed in fine silks and only the best of leathers, approached her slowly, a sickening smile on his face. She thought she recognized the man from somewhere before. Could it have been a traveler, unfortunate enough to stumble upon the clutch? She didn't

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The pair walked the moonlight road quietly. Who knew what lay in the forests along the path they walked. Each said very little, as they both wondered just who it was that might have taken their horses. Captain Williams wouldn't have done this, he'd have roused them from sleep and had them both in shackles by now. Pania took out a flask as she walked, pointing out a small bridge five hundred

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Dieter Van Bueren held up a calming hand as he spied the two animals. He and his father had been on patrol around the small Dutch community. Always there were strangers and strange people coming to Reading at night. But this was the first time a pair of horses showed themselves. Dieter's father stepped forward to study the horses. “They aren't work horses,” he mused. “They've been used for

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They slowed their horses to a crawl. It had been a while since the last gunshot had sounded, more than likely the posse had given up the chase. At least the sheriff and his men would have, Captain Williams on the other hand, would find some way to continue. At least they had some breathing room again. They stopped their horses as they drew closer to a peaceful stream. Shani stretched in the

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Sheriff Richard Calloway saw the small object drop to the ground at the base of the bridge. He had his suspicions what it might be, and then he looked again as he saw the small spark of the wick. “Dynamite!” he shouted and pulled on the reigns of his horse. Several of his men stopped in their tracks in response to his action. Captain Williams did as well, and steered his horse back to

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Pania watched as Johnson began the chase, trying to head the Black Mask off at the pass. But she had already out maneuvered eight riders bearing down on her, slipping past one was no problem. The pale elf grinned and offered a wave as Black Mask raced passed, and then she waited, counting down from five. “HA!” she shouted, spurring her mount forward. The maddened posse, combined with the

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Found an incredible web site for those interested in animation, or just looking for some well done short animation videos. It's called the Animation World Network TV. I've been watching it for the past couple of days, and it is very entertaining.Check it out sometime.Until next time......keep 'em flyin'.

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“If you will please give generously as the collection plate is passed around,” the preacher said with a kind smile. The service was drawing to it's end, as the well known rituals were conducted. “Please don't forget, we will be holding a small picnic this afternoon, so I do hope that you will all attend. I have been informed that the Women's Christian League...” The preacher's announcement

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Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, August 16, 1863 The citizens of Harrisburg attended to their usual Sunday rituals. It was a warm summer day, and picnics had been planned after the church services. The pace was slow, fitting for the day, as people walked down the streets from their homes, or rode in horse drawn carriages to their local church. No one seemed to pay any heed to the wanted posters

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This is a local band out of Outlook. I have it on good information that they are putting together a demo, and putting together their own material. They are called Fragile Transit. Check it out.Until the day the music dies......keep 'em flyin'.

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I will be continuing Canyons of Steel at some point. Currently, I am cleaning up the first two chapters, expanding them and turning them into a book. Hopefully I'll have news on that in the near future.But, I have also had some other stories kickin' around up in the ol' brain pan. And in the want to write a fantasy western, I've decided to take two characters and start writing. The series of

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Saskatoon Ex had some great stuff this year. Including this accidental find. A band by the name of Fun in the Front seat. They played a rendition the Last Saskatchewan Pirate.Here's the lyrics to sing along.I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine,I had a little stretch of land along the CP lineBut times were hard and though I tried, the money wasn't thereAnd bankers came and took my

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What began as a great afternoon of taking in rides, turned into one of the most expensive rides ever. But no one could have predicted that a lightning storm would end the midway at the Saskatoon Ex. A friend of mine bought a super pass to the rides for 40 dollars. This is the only ride he went on.

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As the title says, all good things must come to an end.The Saskatchewan Roughriders winning streak came to a halt on Thursday as the Calgary Stampeders came into Mosaic Stadium. The Stamps were still hurting after the Riders pulled out a close on in Calgary. And now, the Stamps did it to the Riders.But it was close. The final was 30 to 25, and the Stamps had to rally to try and stop a fourth

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Remember the French onion soup? Well, we had a lot of extra, such as the beef loin used to help make the soup. The juices from the beef helped build the taste of the soup. So, suddenly, we were left with a well cooked beef loin. Guess what? We used it to make chili.The beef was incredibly tender by this point, and fell apart easily. So adding extra sauces, wine, topped with beans, chili

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I promised home made French onion soup, if I recall.Well, here it is. A couple nights ago, after the stupid amount of shrimp, we decided to make French soup. From scratch. This was done with little effort on my part, as Pearce was the one who practically made it all. But, he took an inside beef loin, added a cup of wine (in this case Wild Horse Canyon), Oxo beef powder, sliced onions (a lot),

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So, my vacation came at the right time.Saskatoon Ex!Rides, food, exhibits. The whole deal. The day was a hot one, too, getting up to 31 Celsius. A very hot day indeed. But not muggy. Granted, going on a ride would have been difficult. I'm not that good at rides, really. I get sick very easily. Even on the ferris wheel. Yes, call me a wimp, but I like the bumper cars.Inside the Jubilee

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One thing great about Saskatchewan is the fact that it lives up to it's nickname, land of living skies. These panoramic shots are examples of that. All taken from a balcony at a friend's place in Saskatoon, these were taken over a period of five hours.

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One great thing about vacation time is food. And in this case, a stupid amount of food. Over at a friend's place during this vacation, we decided it was time for a little seafood. In this case, shrimp. We went to a local fish market (yes, an amazing thing in the middle of a landlocked province like Saskatchewan) and picked up two trays of shrimp kabobs.Roasted over the grill, and laid over

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I find this entertaining, I blog more on holiday than I do when I'm at home. But I also manage to take more photos on holiday, too. These are great sky pictures that came out awesome. Painted sky, nothing more needs to be said. Enjoy.Until the sky falls......keep 'em flyin'!

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Okay, been a while since I posted. And been a while since I posted anything regarding the Saskatchewan Roughriders. Since my last update, the Riders have improved to 6 and 0. An amazing start to the 2008 season, considering the number of injuries they have suffered. DJ Flick, Wesston Dressler, Andy Fantuz, Matt Domingez, Darian Durant. The list goes on. But still, with the number of

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One of the joys of gaming happens to be the building that comes along with it. In many games, you can create your own content, and add a bit of your own flavour to the world you play a game in. One such game is Neverwinter Nights from Bioware. Based on the pen and paper game, Dungeons and Dragons, Neverwinter Nights is set in a fantasy world. There is a single player campaign, plus you can go

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The defending Grey Cup Champions are perfect to start off the 2008 season. But it didn't come without some loss. Marcus Crandell went down with a hamstring injury, DJ Flick was carted off with a broken ankle, and defensive back Leron Mitchell was also carted off.Third string quarterback Darian Durant stepped into the role of ground general and utilizing running back Wes Cates, pulled a victory

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Summer is always great. There's the lake, the parks, warm weather (sometimes unbearable and hot) and even the summer thunderstorms can be great. Even if they do wake me up in the middle of the night. But one of the things I look forward to are the Farmer's Markets.The farmer's market in Outlook in open, every Friday, and runs until September. And, oh there are so many things which you can buy

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It's been over a month since I posted anything, but what a better way to come back than with this.The 2008 Canadian Football Season is underway, and the Saskatchewan Roughriders are large and in charge. There were a lot of questions about this team in the offseason. Trading Fred Perry, the teams leader on defense, to Edmonton. Trading Kerry Joseph, the CFL MVP and the number one quarterback to

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So far my vacation has dealt with a wedding, food, pimpin' my laptop, food, buying a few new clothes and ... well ... food.And the food isn't done as I discovered something from Homestead Ice Cream here in Saskatoon. Ice Cream in a bucket. Yes, in a bucket. I had to get one as soon as I saw it. And I couldn't finish it in just one sitting. I may have to take it back to Outlook with me, but

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Okay, I'm on vacation. But I'm on vacation in Saskatoon. Which means a little quality time for me and my stuff. I have my camera, my laptop, and recently acquired some new stuff on Friday when I came into town. Let's face it, I needed a new pair of shoes and I found a stylish pair that works for casual wear or even formal wear.Next, time to pimp my laptop.My first goal was to actually go out

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On Saturday, May 24th, 2008 the wedding of Gene and Val took place. A wonderful affair that will be described in a future (tomorrow) blog entry.But today, there is the food.With every gala affair, there must be the food. And the food began on Friday. Upon arriving in Saskatoon, I went about seeking out my partner in crime, Pike. My first stop was to meeting up with him at a local restaurant,

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Maxwell winced as the doctor looked over his injuries. Naomi stood in the room, watching carefully as Maxwell sat completely still during the procedure. The doctor hummed and hawed, making comment that the injury wasn't too bad, but it could have been a lot worse. For the bumps and bruises that both he and Naomi had, at least they were well deserved. The bad guys had been captured. It made

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Johnathon Tiberius Walker tapped the keys lightly. It was over, but he had two things to do first. A call to an old “friend”, and then to see his daughter. It was time to make a better life for himself and his little girl. Even if it meant only for a little while. She deserved to have some sort of a normal life. Away from the shadows that the Sisterhood had built up around her. Away from

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Dimitri Kovolenko stared at the computer screens, his brow furrowed in deeper understanding. Somehow, Operative Violet Rose had contacted an agent of CSIS to intervene. To stop what the Illuminati had set out to do. He took out his communicator and brought up the co-ordinates of his superiors. They would definitely not like this. One of their highly respected soldiers had gone rogue. As he

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He was fast, maybe faster than Maxwell had ever seen before. His fighting skills were incredible. It was everything he had just to be able to parry any incoming blows. Maxwell knew he had to begin an assault of his own. But he also knew his fighting ability was based on raw power, not the finesse that this man had. Which meant he had to keep his wits about him.Grey 6-2-6 pulled his punches.

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There is nothing that piques the interest of someone than hearing one little word. Free. For the past few years comic book companies and comic shops around North America (indeed, the world) have used this day to reach the masses. A great marketing tool, indeed. For myself, it was a day to pick up a few trades that I wanted to fill out my own collection. I don't really buy magazine format

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It was a tradeshow dedicated to everything men. Campers, RV's, ATV's, SUV's, food, beer, recreation, and yes, even a fashion show. Okay, some might say "Fashion show. That has nothin' ta do with men!" No, but it could be argued that it wasn't so much the clothes, but what was wearing the clothing. All in all, a very entertaining afternoon at the Credit Union Centre in Saskatoon.Nothing like

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I'm flying high, Naomi. Trying to use the sun.Got it, Maxie. Captain, we'll be on radio silence as we move into position. If we need you, we'll give you a holler.Understood, Lieutenant. We'll be here. Watch your six.*****It didn't take long for Maxwell to find his targets. Just as Naomi had seen, a group of men crept through the shadows of the building. They weren't police officers, that

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Music is a big inspiration to what I write. And this really inspired a lot of the creation of Maxwell and Naomi Running Cloud. I find this inspiration is rather coincidental. I'll get to that in a moment.The band is called Nightwish. Formed in the mid 90's, they are a Finnish band that has mixed the symphonic sounds with gothic and metal, and completed it with a lead singer who is classically

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Some of the university students noticed something. A few of the more adventurous ones pointed out the higher degree of uniformed police officers that had began to fill the main mezzanine of the campus. Some had seen this before. With recent school shootings, students had become targets. Especially during the beginning of the school year. Each student was ensured that this was all to help

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Indigo's fingers flew over the keyboard as she downloaded schematics, registrars, cell phone numbers and more. All of it to track on young man. Gerald Cleaves. According to orders, Cleaves was to be taken into "custody" and used as a leverage to force his father to vote in favour of a bill which would allow government agencies the legal right to wire tap, video tap and out right invade homes

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Columbus, Ohio - 9:45 a.m. - August 23rd, 2002The early morning hours were often busy. People traveling to meetings, to work, shopping, and some joining others for an early coffee. Just another usual day in the city. For Billy Helm, it was a day away from school. He had a dental appointment at 10:45 that morning. The world was still reeling from the effects of an act of terrorism less than a

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They dropped the duffel bags on the tar covered rooftop of the hotel. Military credentials can give you amazing things. A hotel security officer stood with them, just watching in wonderment. He had been asked to follow them, and collect their things after they had taken flight. That was the hard part to explain. Niaomi simply said, just follow us and you'll see. The syblings slipped into

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Walker checked his weapons one last time. He hoped he wouldn't have to use them this time around. The other agents were gearing up in their usual manner, as only Grey 6-2-6 was not present. Always a shadow, Grey was Walker's eyes and ears when he needed them, and something told the old gun hand now was the time to let one of his foxes patrol. There was a nagging feeling he had that something

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Petey Running Cloud grinned with wide eyed abandon as he entered the large doors to the aviary. The university had one of the largest protection reserves for birds of prey in the area. And the first thing he saw was the huge, majestic bald eagle that seemed to survey it's surroundings with an appraising eye. Some might have screamed in excitement, but not Petey. While his eyes flashed with

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"We have a problem," Operative Beta Indigo said as she looked up from the computer terminal. Omega Six stood nearby, having been pacing back and forth as she put in her research. Finally, after several minutes, she had everything she needed. Operative Violet Rose walked over to view her findings. And he furrowed his brow as he looked closely. Indigo turned in her chair to gauge her

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Maxwell watched Niaomi as she tucked Petey into bed. She'd been quiet since the left the dinner. He asked if something might be wrong, but she avoided the question rather quickly. But now, it was nagging at him and he could tell there was something bothering her as she went through rather methodical motions. "Something's got you bugged," he idly commented. "Did something happen at the dinner

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The tie was a little tight. The drinks were a little watered down. And the conversation was a little boring. At least Omega Six had the luxury of bird watching while he watched the room. The event was the Ohio State Anthropological Society. Experts in the fields of different cultures were in attendance from all over the world. Most chatted lightly with colleagues. For others, it seemed to

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The door to the suite opened slowly as the bell hop ensured that nothing was damaged. For three people there was a lot of luggage for just a four day convention. The bellhop busied himself with the luggage, removing it from the carriage as Niaomi lay Petey down on the bed. It had been a long trip, and the boy was very tired, even if he began with excitement in his eyes. Maxwell paid the

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"...the world will always be changing. And something is coming. We have to be prepared for it. We must stand together, for the betterment of mankind." Each word from the general was emphasized with a fist pumped into the air. The men and women on the floor of the gathering hall cheered as the speech came to an end. But up in the top level, where the other gunslingers gathered, there was no

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Niaomi Running Cloud tilted the seat back as the sound of the road seemed to drone on and on. She hadn't spoken a word since she and her brother Maxwell crossed the border, and the radio didn't help at all. Even the few CD's they had ran out long ago. And now, she was just getting tired. She looked to the back seat of the Bronco and smiled. Her son, Petey, was fast asleep. Niaomi wished

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The soldiers watched quietly as Weaver mages entered the room. A high ranking soldier looked over to Amen'Dell as the Weavers began the ritual. He didn't like dealing with theories and suppositions that came with wild cards. He wanted hard evidence. "As you have stated, elf," he said with words tipped in acid. "This will bring about a weapon which we can use. Something which we can set upon

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The lithe elf set her gear down on the hardwood floor of the Safehouse and she let out a slow whistle as she looked around. "It's quite rustic in 'ere, I'll give ye tha'," she said with a coy smile. "I bet ye rent 'round this place is decent." She leaned lightly against the doorway that lead to the stables, three horses chuffled quietly in the background. "Bu' then, I doubt ye really concern

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The trio hunkered down behind a service box as soldiers began firing in their direction. Someone fired, but Walker had no idea who. One minute he watched as the adjutant discussed shipping orders with the sergeant, the next his brains were splattered across the pavement. Walker hated wild cards. And suddenly, there was a wild card. The three didn't return fire, hoping the possibly the

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After three weeks, the hectic nature I've felt has started to slow. I must explain, that this is not a bad thing. It's very good, actually. The place where I work just acquired a small coffee house magazine. Called Catch-A-Copy, it's like a coffee perks, filled with jokes and one liners and tid-bits of information that are interesting to read. It's made my day job quite busy, and quite full

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The trio moved quietly through the alleyways of the slum districts of The William. Nobody ever came here. At least, no one who wanted to live. The lowest forms of life on the face of the planet took this region as their own. Not even Don Maximus ever sent his men here. But Walker knew what lay in the darkness. Illuminati agents and members of the Sisterhood used these places for clandestine

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I had always heard that there were a lot of car accidents in Regina.Now I know why.On Monday, a co-worker of mine and I made the long, five hour journey to Estevan. It was part of some tips and training for the company we work for, and allowed us to see how things can be done for what we do. Very enlightening, I must say. We went to the Estevan Lifestyles and got a warm welcome and managed to

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They steered the horses along the path carefully. So far they had only received a few sideways glances, and nothing more. Walker knew, however, that each of those looks could have meant death. There were enough on these islands who wanted him and his crew dead. But a word of honour from Don Maximus kept everyone's hand still. No one would draw the blood of these three without feeling the

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In my line of work I get to meet a lot of different people. I've had the opportunity to speak with the different Premiers of Saskatchewan over the years. Such men as Grant Devine and Roy Romanow. I've also spoken to one of the most interesting women in the history of provincial politics in Lynda Haverstock. Had things been different, I still believe that she would have been elected Premier of

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The fun with videos continues. Except this time, I've started posting it up on YouTube. I decided to take a few of my characters from Guild Wars and do a compilation dance routine with them, just to show off their moves. The game itself is fun, and one I'd recommend for anyone who wants to get involved in an MMORPG (massive multiplayer online role playing game for the uninitiated). The

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His cloak billowed in the wind as he stood on the rock face that looked out onto the waters of the triangle. These islands, with such history, and he would only add to it. But to do that, he would have to make such alliances as with those that would populate the area. He spent several years studying the different organizations that seemed to be the most powerful and would suit his needs.

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The mark came in. Malcolm Montgomery Watt took the message as he sat at his table, casually drinking his beer. Across the table, John Walker kept his head down as he pretended to work on the daily crossword puzzle. They often did this, the pair of gunslingers sitting in a darkened tavern as they waited for some mark to inform them of some major happening. As they did this, Marianne patrolled

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EpilogueMarianne closed the locker carefully after putting away the recovered equipment. It had been an incredibly long day. And it brought back every memory from a year ago to her mind. She reached into her coat pocket, fingers searching for only a moment as they quickly found purchase on a small locket. She took it out and opened it gently. It held three photographs, her own, Maxine's and

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Tip of the Bermuda Triangle, present dayWalker and Monty held their hands up as the three black clad women trained their weapons directly at them. One of them, who's face was not covered, smiled a wicked smile as she studied the pair. The operation was anything but simple, and Walker knew that their best case scenario would more than likely be capture. But what this woman had been doing on

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She didn't stare out the window of the small, twin engine Cesna. She didn't care about the water below them. Nor the clouds. Not even the sight of a beautiful pod of whales stirred her interest. Marianne Wollcott only cared about the last phrase that anyone had said to her in earnest. I hope your choices are better than mine. For as smug as he was, Derrik Stewart held some wisdom. Perhaps

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Derrik Stewart stood at the edge of the grave as the gathering began to leave. He didn't move an inch. Maxine had been with his family since he was 13. She'd been like an aunt to him, much more than just a secretarial assistant. All the memories began to come back to him as he stood in the lonely graveyard in Sussex. He didn't even look to the woman who also stood solemnly. When she spoke,

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Marianne quietly followed the black clad man as he traced his steps through the hallways of the office tower. Her only real concern was her sister's safety, and every now and then she would remind Mannequin about that. It was finally sinking in. He would stop, inspecting the area carefully as they would prepare to move. Wordlessly, he would motion for her to follow, his own movements quiet

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