Willy picked his picture over a hunk of salmon at The Colorado Grill during FNSC. Trouble Willy also thoughtfully considered this photo of Derrick. The reason I enter photo contests is that enjoy watching other people look at my pictures. I know that is slightly voyeuristic, but I can deal… Read More »William McAlpine
I think most of you know that I have strange ways of picking pictures for photo contests. I think the most interesting way is how I “pick” the pictures for the Pufferbilly Days Photo Contest. In fact, I don’t pick the pictures at all. I have 6 individuals each pick… Read More »Jesse Howard
I witnessed something so shocking on Tuesday night that after I got over the initial numbness, I reached out to some close friends who helped guide me through the mental issues that I was having to overcome. I should state to clear my good name and recriminate Nader, it was… Read More »Catharsis
“This song is about a man that tells the truth about things that didn’t happen. It seems to be a male thing.” -Glen Hansard – Introducing “Lies” at First Avenue – July 25, 2010 Most of this comes from an email that I wrote about my weekend in Minnesota. Sara… Read More »In This Old Purple Town
“DOWN GOES NATURE! DOWN GOES NATURE! DOWN GOES NATURE!” -The voice of Howard Cosell inside my head At exactly 10 PM on July 29. 2010, I popped the top on two bottles of Virgil’s Micro-brewed Root Beer and Dawn and I celebrated the end of Hedgegeddon. We had just dumped… Read More »Megiddo
A collection of unrelated photos and stories… Bill’s Return Bill returned to Boone briefly on Saturday. A few pictures from our time together. At FNSC Willy agreed to attempt to eat ice cream on 100 straight days. At first he balked at attempting such a thing, but the more he… Read More »Unaffiliated Triad
I had a pretty awesome Memorial Day Weekend and saw all of the right people. Plus, my grill got quite the workout. The weekend started with FNSC at my humble abode. The group core was there, plus Jesse and Dawn. Jesse, Willy and I hung by the fire pit until… Read More »Memorial Day Weekend
Loneliness is Underrated This is a bit unusual. Up until this week I have posted the Personal Photo Project of the Week in the order that the project was attempted. This picture of Willy was actually slated for a June 11th publishing, but I decided to slide it up a… Read More »Personal Photo Project of the Week No. 20
I had my, what could theoretically become, annual Birthday Barbecue on Saturday. I would like to thank all of the people that attended and made the evening special: Bardole, Shannon Bennett, Charlotte Cousin, Amy Daniel, Jeffrey Degeneffe, Austin Degeneffe, Melissa Degeneffe, Scott Dill, Colby Dill, Dan Dill, DJ Gorshe, Derrick… Read More »A Small, Intimate Gathering
When I originally was planning my vacation I had set aside this day to make a road trip. I didn’t know where I wanted to go for sure, but I knew that a trip to Wilton and their old timey ice cream parlor was definitely on the list. I had… Read More »Vacation Day 7 – Couch Time
I don’t recall if I woke up in my own bed or on my own couch on Thursday morning, but I definitely slept good and solid after getting home close to midnight the previous night. I think that I was able to fall asleep rather quickly after the 3.5 hour… Read More »Vacation Day 6 – Campus
I was set on going back to the Cyclone State on Tuesday night after visiting Faust on his day off, but Bethany and Becca requested that I stay one more night. I had no plans for Wednesday (Sara’s attempt to convince me to go to Iowa City failed since she… Read More »Vacation Day 4 – Cotton Candy
On Day 2 of my vacation, 1 of my major accomplishments was getting Willy and Derrick together and moving a tub. We borrowed my uncle Butch’s truck and picked up the tub from Toby’s backyard. The tub used to be a planter and since it was raining all day, the… Read More »Vacation Day 2 – The Tub
When me and my chums were in high school, we would spend a few choice nights of the Spring, Summer and Fall in my Mom’s backyard playing Homerun Derby with a big red bat and a plastic baseball. Homerun Derby was a double elimination tournament that consisted of a series… Read More »Home Run Derby: The Next Generation
“You see the smile that’s on my mouth It’s hiding the words that don’t come out And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed They don’t know my head is a mess. No, they don’t know who I really am And they don’t know what I’ve been through… Read More »The Story
I cited a FNSC ending in My Great Shame a few journal entries back, but I never indicated what was My Great Shame. A few people already know about My Great Shame because I exposed those people to it. I’m not sure if I exposed them because I wanted them… Read More »My Great Shame
This week we have a first time contributor in my sister Carla. She did break the one and only rule of RWPE (the picture has to be taken the week of the project) but I’ll let it slide since it was her birthday last week. This week’s submissions: Michael Vest… Read More »RWPE #11 – Motion
I had decided to shave all the way down to a dirty naked face last weekend. It had been over 3 years since my chin had tasted air and felt the rays of sunlight. My chin was dreadfully dry and desperately in the need of some moisturizing. Lots and lots… Read More »Punch Myself in the Face
Shattered Dreams My mom came over to my house a couple of days after I made this image and was horrified to find broken mirror all over my dining room table. She asked how the mirror got broken. “I hit it with a hammer. Well actually Jay hit it with… Read More »Personal Photo Project of the Week No. 7
Those with good memories will remember a few months back when I wrote a series of blogs about groups that I am in that have matching shirts. The keenly observant will recall that I said there were 5 such groups, but I only posted blogs about 4 such groups. I… Read More »A Phenomenal Week
This is entry number 750 in this online journal. I’d like to take a little bit of time to archive some data. It is one of my peculiar imbecilities that I love meaningless statistics. Therefore, consider these statistics: Every journal entry falls into at least one of sixteen categories. This… Read More »Number 750