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Thomaston - Upson County Airport. Thomaston, Ga. 30286. Business Hours 0800 - 1800 EST Daily. Self Serve Island Open 24 Hours Daily. Hangar Space Now Available. Click Here For Details. 15 Gallon Discount on All Full Service Fuels with 100 Gallon Purchase. West Central Ga. Flying Club. Click Here for Latest AWOS. West Central Ga. Flying Club. Read Comments on AirNav.com. Upson County Board of Commissioners.
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: Check the Gate.
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. The take is finished. The director sits poised for a moment, considering his options. He turns to the A.D. and says, "I like that one, let's keep it.". The AD. then turns to the 1st A.C. and says those fateful words, "Check the gate.". Good gate," calls the 1st A.C. The 1st A.D. keys his walkie and tips the weight of Sisyphus's boulder back towards the abyss, "Moving on.". That having been said,. I know this story has to be true?
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: Collect Your Courage & Collect Your Horse
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. Collect Your Courage and Collect Your Horse. Either the weight will get lighter, or my legs will grow stronger; it's the only way for things to be. Setting the load down is not an option. I've carried it this far, feeling it slowly accumulate mass with each new quarter of the map, with each new stage in the journey. And still, I keep walking. Every day, China is closer. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In My Natural habitat.
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: 2/1/15
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. Five Years to the Day. I had almost forgotten. It's been half a decade and he's not been at the forefront of my mind for some time. It's strange to think that, for a quarter of the time since I met him, he's been in the ground. No less. And Dog Collars (Sometimes Candy Neclaces). And Metal Briefcases with their Attendant Felonies. And Darmok at Tinagra. You know that thing that we do? Where we entertain only ourselves? Strangers ar...
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: Wait & Bleed
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. This is the true story of the one and only act of deliberate brutality I have ever committed. And such dragged on for much of my time in second and third grade. The summer I turned nine I was given a basic carpenter's set. I briefly thought that I might want to be a carpenter and build houses or to be a puppeteer and sculpt wooden effigies the way my father had. I was also in scouts and, devoid a conventional father figure,...Septe...
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: What's the Matter, McFly? Are You CHICKEN?!
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. What's the Matter, McFly? I don't know that I've reached the age where I get to lead my thoughts with "kids today.", but I'm going to do it, anyway. Kids today are scardy-cats. They are cowards, absolutely yellow, the lot of them. A Google Image Search for the Words "Dangerous Play" Brought up this Picture of Clancy Brown. Because life was cheap in the Reagan years. My biggest fear lately is that, as I grow older, I will get stuck ...
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: I Deserve a Break Today
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. I Deserve a Break Today. This is a strange moment. I've not had a moment like this in some time, several years, at least. The sensation is so strange I'm half wondering if I'm imagining it, half wondering if I've missed something truly substantial and that the hard back-of-head smack of my own forgetfullness is about to assault me like a mis-played tether ball. It's odd, just plain odd. The office is quiet. Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: 4/1/15
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. Collect Your Courage and Collect Your Horse. Either the weight will get lighter, or my legs will grow stronger; it's the only way for things to be. Setting the load down is not an option. I've carried it this far, feeling it slowly accumulate mass with each new quarter of the map, with each new stage in the journey. And still, I keep walking. Every day, China is closer. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). In My Natural habitat.
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: Cast of Characters
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. It has been brought to my attention that the euphemisms I use on this blog to identify friends, comrades, compatriots, colleagues and fellow makers of mischief are not universally understood. Going strictly on memory and in no particular order, my blog victims are:. Sadly, Kitten suffered a brain bleed and proved his un-rivaled Gothness by dying on Valentines' Day, 2010. He was one of my best friends and he is dearly missed. The Ne...
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do: Candle & Bell
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I Tell Stories. It's What I Do. I Must Not Fear, Fear is the Mind Killer. Gave me a book for my birthday. It's a fine, leather bound book, with thick, rough-hewn pages that were milled and pressed by hand. It's a beautiful thing, really, a joy of craftsmanship. And, it is blank. It's meant to be a journal, perhaps a scrap book or a codex for pencil sketches. I'm glad to have it. But, I've no idea what to put in it, none whatsoever. I'm quite at the loss. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blog Administr...
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