This picture is priceless. We were having problems getting the fire to take, so Brian added some boxes and a lot of lighter fluid. It took.

We all backed away except for Tom.

Brian and Buff brought their new PS3 with Sing Star. It was a popular use of time throughout the weekend. Mike was particularly entertaining.

I’m sure this conversation was nowhere as heated as it looks. Tom always has great expressions.

We all spent the 4th of July in Sutton, WV at Maplewood. I’ll stick up a picture of the house at some point too.

edit — Here’s the house.

Blueberries should be called green-poo berries. I’ll leave it at that.

This is amazing to me on three counts:

• dude built a seriously ridiculous flashlight
• he spent $2k on it
• there’s an internet forum for people who build flashlights

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I remember some of the things that I used to love when I was a kid. Two prominent ones that have popped up recently in my life are long underwear and knives.

I bought a pocket knife. I’m always in need of something to cut open packages or whatever, so I finally just bought one at Target. I’ve used it so many times in the last week, it’s awesome. And it’s small. Again, as a child, I, like most boys, loved knives. I should have remembered those lessons learned as a kid.

I was cutting something in my office today (a string or something similar), and my female office mate goes, “You have a knife in your pocket?!?! That’s kind of scary!” Whatever. Comments like that show you exactly what is wrong with the world today. Yes, its a pocket knife. The blade is 2 fucking inches long. What the hell am I going to do with that? It’s actually useful to have a knife. Why have people become super-sensitive to this stuff?

I didn’t quite realize how cold your legs get in pants. Well, I realized it, but never really thought about fixing it. I got a bike recently to commute, and in case you haven’t noticed, its below freezing outside, so riding around in a pair of jeans just isn’t going to cut it. So I got ‘wicking athletic tights,’ which is just fancy speak for tights. They go right under your pants and they are made out of some material that supposedly dries really quick, so it doesn’t become a soggy mess when you sweat in them. Why we didn’t have materials like this when I played sports, I’ll never know.

Briefly, (ha, pun intended), long underwear rocks. We loved long underwear as kids.