I can't believe they're not llamas!

First Blog, then the further adventures of our toasty friends :P

Only what, five more days until I depart for AA? Gahhh I'm kinda nervous to tell the truth :\ I'm still using the same backpack I've had since I started boy scouts. It's an external frame and a piece of crap. yuck. I've got it and my college things in general mostly packed. I'm moving in Monday morning way early so there isn't much time left!

In other news, I got a new (much needed) digital camera, and have only 1 day left of work left! Double psyched :D

Katie informed me that Disturbia is based on Alfred Hitchcock's rear window! I usually hate "scary" movies; I don't understand what's entertaining about them. I guess it's more of a thrillerish take on Rear Window than a horror movie, though, so I have to see it now... She informed me that I have to watch it in a situation where she can sneak up and scare the crap out of me, but I don't think she'll have the pleasure of scaring me due to the whole going to college thing. lol.

(Yes, I realize this is all very fragmented and stuff but if you're still reading at this point, you probably don't care :P)

Too many Ninjas!
http://www.foddy.net/Ninjas.html
Awesome ninja game. Very simple to learn; only 3 controls. Very hard. Beat my score of 45! The high score of anyone is 111.

And without further ado...

From behind his back, Reginald pulled a lute, and began to sing...

While riding through a pleasant grove
One fair midsummer morn
Sir Emrys came upon a lad
His clothing ripped and torn

He lay upon a muddy knoll
And with each labored breath
There came a rattle, grim and foul
For he was nearing death

Sir Emrys leapt down from his steed
And knelt beside the youth
A mortal gash lay wide his chest
His time was short in truth

"What dreadful beast has wrought this ill?
No blade has caused this wound,"
The boy attempted to sit up
In pain he nearly swooned

"A mighty boar," the squire rasped
"The largest in the land-
Each of his bulging, crimson eyes
Was bigger than my hand!"

"I know my time on earth is short
I have but one request
Slay the baleful cur for me
Please, take this as your quest"

"As sure as Bryn-Ywen stands tall
Pledged Emrys to the boy
"I take this as my solemn vow
This boar I will destroy"

"But to what house do you belong,
That I might bear thee home?"
Alas, the boy could answer not,
His eyes fading to gloam.

Yet even as he drew his last
His hand slid to his throat
And drew, hidden beneath his shirt
A fine pendant of note

Upon the ruby pendant shone
A lion etched in gold
The emblem of the house of Rhys
A lineage of old

Sir Emrys mounted then his horse
He set the corpse in front
And sped off to the house of Rhys
Eager to start the hunt

Before three days had passed, the knight
Arrived and entered there
And to lord Rhys he sadly gave
The body of his heir.

Then to the skies rose up their wails
The sole scion was dead
"Please, stay not, avenge our son!"
The anguished father said

And so Sir Emrys left that place,
He searched each hill and dale;
Pursuing far and wide the hope
Of helpful clue or tale

O'er wooded hill and rocky crag
Through shrouded ghostly vale
Sir Emrys searched the Cymric lands
In full, to no avail

After three weary years had passed
It seemed all hope was gone
And Emrys reached once more the grove
He'd chanced that fateful dawn

He was dismounting from his horse
In hopes to have a lie
And as he glanced around the copse
Some creature caught his eye

He quickly leapt back on his steed
And took a second look
Just in time to see the great pig
Abscond across the brook.

There was no doubt it was the hog
The boy had told him of
The monstrous fiend was eight feet long
Each eye large as a glove

Sir Emrys gave a mighty yawp
And charged in with his lance
He closed in fast, his aim was true
But by some wicked chance

Before he reached the wretched cur
His horse tripped on a root
And launched his master threw the air
Right o'er the waiting brute

Sir Emrys stumbled to his feet
And in his horror turned-
The pig was readying to charge
The good knight's stomach churned

He leapt behind a fallen tree
In hopes to stop the charge
The pig's mobility was curbed
The boar being so large

But to Sir Emrys's dismay
The boar continued on
It smashed the timber like a twig
Before his sword was drawn

The knight was flung upon the ground
The giant tusks closed in
But Emrys slashed out with his dirk
And pierced the villain's skin

The boar let out a heinous shriek
And reared back in surprise
Sir Emrys quickly drew his sword
And stabbed out for his eyes

Again the demon reared in pain
Again the flash of steel
Sir Emrys stabbed again, again
Again the monster reeled

At last the boar let out a shriek
One final, dying squeal
Succumbing to its many wounds
And over it did keel

Sir Emrys slowly rose and looked
Upon his vanquished foe
With all his strength he raised his sword
And dealt a mighty blow

With one clean chop he severed off
The demon's mighty head
To bring back to the house of Rhys
To prove the monster dead

And so Sir Emrys brought about
Completion of his goal
And slayed the boar of Tyrchod-Lawnt
Upon that muddy knoll

The incredibly catchy tune ended and Reginald took a bow.
"That's very nice," Squerrel said, quite confused, "but why were you down in the catacombs"
"I just told you!" exclaimed Reginald.
"No you didn't!" said an exasperate Squerrel, "You just-"
"DO NOT QUESTION MY RHYMES!" Screamed a suddenly enraged Reginald. Squerrel dropped the subject and decided he really didn't want to know why Reginald was in the catacombs, and almost wished he hadn't rescued him at all.

Squerrel raised his hands above his head and murmured an incantation. A team of magic llamas pulling a chariot made of pure butter appeared in an explosion of flavor in front of him.
"Hop on!" he shouted to Reginald.
Together they leapt onto the chariot and sped out of the catacombs and into the night...

~To be continued