wellskelpt's blog

Let's see:

Lebanon: 1100 dead, 3698 killed, 702400 people displaced, 15000 homes destroyed, 73 bridges destroyed, 3% shrink of Economy, $2.5Billion in reconstruction costs.

Israel: 157 dead, 1450 killed, 300,000 displaced, 6000 homes destroyed, $1.6Billion Military costs, 50% reduction in tourism

General: $100Million Environmental cost off coast of lebanon due to powerplant destruction, Hezbullah still armed and functioning, Israeli soldiers still captive.

I recently had a text conversation with a friend. I asked him if he was going to the pub later to which he replied does a bear shit in the woods. He did go to the pub of course but I pondered the question. Does a bear indeed shit in the woods? I have never seen it happen. There are no bears in the wild on this island but in all my years of watching nature TV I cannot recall ever seeing how or where a bear goes to the toilet. Oh I have seen them mark territory with scent but never take a dump.

Clan wars for real....

http://thescotsman.scotsman.com/index.cfm?id=1160202006

There might even be harsh language and fisty cuffs. Wonder if they're still trying to get a certain burger chain to cough up compensation over name rights?

You know, I think I'll keep this blog avatar for a while. It's grown on me. It's bright and vibrant, which perfectly juxtaposes my demeanor these days

I need an Avatar for my blog. I'm not sure if my current one does it for me. I started off with a picture of the snow capped Kilimanjaro simply because I needed a picture. It was weeks before I realised the halo2 connection. It was purely unintentional. I've never had a kilimanjaro in the game. A couple of killing sprees, yes, and my highest spree is 7 kills, but I digress. I felt that picture was a bit bland and not very clear so as a stop gap I found a little animation of my country's flag, the Saltire (or St Andrews Cross), fluttering in the cyber breeze.

it's Friday.

In the brief moments of sleep last night I had some very wierd dreams. One of which I can remember only little bits and would take too long to explain. Assuming it were even possible. The other was more lucid and slightly freaky. Sadly neither were erotic. the dream I can share involved half a dozen or so large slimey slugs slopping their way across the ceiling of my kitchen. There were silvery trails everywhere and some even secreted silk, which allowed them to suspend from the ceiling.