HOLY CRAP THERE'S A HOLE IN MY HEAD!!!!!!!
Well, how else did you think you were going to get into my thoughts? Please keep your hands, legs, assorted appendages behind the guardrail and stay on the path at all times. It can get dangerous in here... what was that noi::end transmission::
So I'm logging into my school e-mail account when the first thing to catch my eye is "Otaku misses you".
I'll tell ya, I kinda miss you Otaku, or rather... I miss Angel Zakuro, Tiggerola, and Koneako. The only three people to consistently visit while I was active.
Anyways, this is really just an "I'm alive" post. If you really want to keep up with how I'm doing, catch me at www.youtube.com/kirbysdouble or e-mail me at [email protected]
Updated bullet hole picture up at the top of this world post... thingy blog. I'm still up to my ol' antics and doin' fine.
Haven't posted here for a while, so thought I'd share something interesting that happened yesterday morning on my way to work.
So I'm driving a long, not a busy street in a residential area, and a car is comeing from the other side. Nothing too unusual, right? Well, there was a cat on the sidewalk and it walked into the road...still the shoulder area as it walked in front of a parked truck. It looked and saw the other car, waited, then watched it go and continue to cross the street, it still looked, saw me, waited, then I saw it finishing crossing the street in my rear view mirror!
That was one smart kitty that knew to look both ways before crossing the street. I was a bit amazed, and it made me happy. 
When we first got our kittens, I didn't have to worry about them getting run over because they'd sprint to the backyard whenever we started one of our cars...but as of late my sister has caught sightings of them sprinting in front of moving vehicles to cross the street. 
So it could be very likely now that one of them could get hit. 
It was funny, because I was thinking that as I was petting them that morning before leaving for work. I was thinking about how they use to fear cars and so I didn't have to worry about them, like a parent who doesn't have to worry about sending their kids to college because they know they can take care of themselves and know what to stay away from. (yeah...anime usually doesn't cover healthy fears lol)
Well, I wish my kitties would take a lesson from that cat on looking both ways before crossing the street so I don't have to worry about them ^^;
This was the standard week at bayport scout reservation.
Sunday:
Sunday is check in day for the troops coming in. This means that there is a lot of carport moving and job assigning from 11:30 to about 1:00. From there, I was always assigned as the sub camp 1 manager. This means that I was in charge of organizing and making sure that all troops camping in sub camp 1, which could be as few as 5, at most 9, fallowed the rules. Lots of yelling ensued. So normally I'd be sitting there for about 4 hours. Once all troops were checked in and I was certain that they'd never disobey again. I head up to the admin building to turn in my paperwork and get into uniform for dinner. Dinner is a class A affair and requires that all scouts be in uniform. Dinner would generally finish about 7:30 (we'd start about 6:30). Once that was done we'd have a small staff meeting for the general BS of "Hey! Good check in everyone, be sure to ramp up the excitement again this week!" ... /grumble... After all of that, I decide it's time to pass out. Which means a mile hike back to my room, and no kidding, it's uphill both ways, cause there's a deep valley in between the two sections of camp.
Monday:
Hooray for the start of merit badge classes. Unfortunately Monday in rifle class means nothing but instruction, no actual shooting. Very boring day for both the kids and myself. I have to go over safety issues, the parts of the rifles, local gun laws, and the concept of hunting and population control. Monday night however, is staff campfire. This year's theme was campfires gone wrong. Not as wrong as could possibly be (no setting the forest on fire), but like planning issues, like the director shows up late, and climbing spotters keep ruining skits. My part was the intro, I'd walk up to the fire with an arrow with a couple of marshmallows on the end. The program director introduces me and says that I'm going to light the fire with a flaming arrow... but I have no bow, nor any fire to light my marshmallows. So we argue for about half a minute, then I walk away dejected eating my marshmallows.
Tuesday:
Today I teach the kids the form of shooting. I can admit, with a fair amount of humility, that I am a good shot. The problem occurs when trying to transfer these skills I have to these completely inexperienced kids. I must admit, I do a good job turning them from being unable to even load a rifle, to grouping three shots within the radius of a quarter. End of the day, around dinner time, I got to leave camp, cause tuesday was my night off. That meant that I drove home, did a little laundry, got a home cooked meal, and slept in a nice bed.
Wednesday:
Wednesday morning is a bit hectic, cause I have to start driving at 6 AM in order to make it to camp by 7:30. Not so bad. But, this is also the start of a long day. My morning classes are scheduled to clean rifles most of class, which means little to no shooting for them. Afternoon is just shooting. After dinner we have a campwide event called the REC (Rappahanok Extreme Challange). This event for shooting sports, means 40 minutes of set up for a 2 minute event. All teams that sign up start off at the dining hall. From there, they run all the way to the rifle range (maybe a quarter of a mile on rough terrain), so I have balloons set up at each station where kids wait for their partners to show up and yell their name so they can attempt to shoot them and let the relay continue. Believe it or not, a lot of kids can't hit a football sized balloon at twenty yards with a scoped rifle -.-; So from there, I have another 15-20 minutes of shutdown and by then I just want to go to bed.
Thursday:
YAY, more than half way through the week!!!!! This day usually goes without incident. The afternoon classes have to clean rifles to finish off all the merit badge requirements other than shooting. At the end of the day (7:30ish right after dinner), I have to open my range for open shoot. This could mean I'm standing out there as late as 10:30. Good gawd I hate thursday nights. Many angry scoutmasters when I just flat out turn them away because I have to let my students shoot instead of their poor kids. Get back to my room, talk with roommates for a bit, pass out.
Friday:
Always a good sign to make it to friday without problems. There are no classes on friday, but instead we have a three hour open shoot time where I'm forced to cater to anyone that decides to show up at my range. Around 11:30ish I yell at everyone to get off my range so that I can finish paperwork for their merit badges. The next hour or so is a hand cramping writing session in which I have to fill out a merit badge card for every kid that took my class. On average about 100 kids -.-; But, the day is only half over. After lunch I'm forced (yes forced, I was informed that I am the only one capable of running my station) to run a tomahawk throwing range for 4 hours. That's four hours of standing in the same spot yelling the same two phrases over and over again, "Next Two!" and "Retrieve!". I pray for rain on these days... That prayer was answered this last friday, as the clouds turned completely black, and after a particularly strong gust of wind I turned west and saw a wall of water come out of the trees. It looked like something out of an anime, some water ninja cast some high level jutsu and attacked the parade field O.o It was awesome fun, cause I ran head first into it and it actually slowed my momentum. No small feat.
Saturday:
YES!!! No more kids!!! Oh wait... every single week some troop wanted me to check them out before 6 AM. They did not leave with their pride intact, as right at 6 AM and angry dwarfish looking man comes rolling into their camp to berate them until they leave. It was the only shining light I had on those mornings was to yell at those annoying troops. While I'm checking out troops, the other staff are busy cleaning up everything in camp, all of the bathrooms, admin, dining hall, trading post, staff site. Good times. Usually we'd be done and ready to leave before 11 AM, at which point we'd be given our 24 hours off.
End of week...
/pass out
Heya, I'm back from my eight week exile in the woods. Now that I am back I can get back to keeping in touch with the few of you that follow me O.o Also, those requested pictures are in the works... I had zero time to draw while teaching kids to shoot rifles.
More to come.
Do to the fact that my job was phased out at Water Country, I'm taking up another job at a scout summer camp.
I'm going to be the shotgun instructor O.o Needless to say I won't be doing "too much" art while I'm up there, and by that I mean any possible requests. The two already in have been put into motion, so I may get those done before camp starts. But, I will be out of contact for near 3 months ^^
Have fun while I'm gone (againish), and I'm still going to be around for a week or so, so whatever happens happens.
THIS IS MAH BOOMSTICK!!!!!
