Last minute plans & First person shooters

Most of my day was spent gearing up and getting ready to be traveling for a long time. Packing, organizing, cleaning, tidying, and preparing are how my day was spent. One of the things I did was get a new helmet cam set up. I still have some tweaks to work out and need to optimize the mounting, but I do believe that in the process of today I may have invented the worlds newest and most outstanding first-person shooter game. I haven’t been approached about selling the rights to this game yet, but I am open to offers.

I realize this is not the talent level of Bennie and the Jets, but that is no reason to not be proud of my creative and inspired team. And the answer to everyone’s question is YES, many neighbors saw me running around in the back yard like a lunatic wearing a helmet and goggles playing Frisbee. It is probably exactly what the kid on your block with no friends looked like after he saw Tron the first time.

Mobile homes are homes too

My darling friend Bradford sent the video below to me. It is short, under 2 minutes, and an easy watch. I am guessing that if my winter plans had any real thought, organization, or planning it would look something like this:

I’d have built a trailer on wheels if I had any friends. Traveling solo does not warrant a truly mobile home. Watching this over and over gives me hope that WC2013 could be a far-reaching and life-altering escapade. Either that, or I’ll simply follow the travel model set by the Griswolds, European Carnival 2013.

Just in case anyone did not know already, and was curious what exactly a Bradford is, here he is, captured at what can only be described as his happiest moment:

GO PACK GO!!

SURPRISE!! I mean supplies.

There was some steady action happening in Carnival Land yesterday. Stopped and picked up some supplies for trekking around the mountains.         

This was after being treated to a fantastic free lunch from a lovely Japanese lady. Never know when I might need to shovel myself out of a snow bank, bury a body, get ice off my windows, or beat a hobo off the hood of my car. It also looks like there might be some itinerary changes. I was offered another place in Colorado at the end of January. Updates were made to the calendar in case anyone needed to make flight arrangements. Just a reminder, all Carnival guests get a Complimentary Carnival Caravan to and from the closest airport. I was going to quote “cash, grass, or ass…no one rides for free”, but then I remembered my wife has this new gun, see…

On a different note I found out that The Simpsons made a JR Ewing reference in the last episode. Seems a little fishy to me. This is not the first time I have suspected that show and their writers of stalking the Winter Carnival 2012 website. Come on Simpsons, you are better than that.

It’s beginning to look a lot like…….

Carnival time…what did you actually expect it to say here? Of course Christmas is also just around the corner. As everyone already knows, there is no happier and joyous time of the year for me, which is why I was bestowed the nickname Christmas Jimmy. Most people know that I celebrate a much lesser observed holiday known as Winter Carnival. Christmas Jimmy is simply a nickname of convenience for others. Regardless, it is a time of year for celebration, joy, avoidance of family, festivity, and gluttony. My office is decorated with all the festive ornaments that symbolize Winter Carnival. There is a baby jesus in his manger sitting on one of my desks. Next to him is a paper clip holder. Across the desk from there is a yamaka that I use to keep the lid safely on top of my cigar jar humidor. I also have a picture of my dead dog and some granola bars. It is fairly obvious that this season really brings out the best in everyone, especially me.

Happy Winter Carnival to all!

Taking the giving out of Thanxgiving

I am not 100% convinced that pilgrims or indians ever actually existed. Regardless of my religious beliefs (or complete lack thereof) in buckle hatted buffoons, or Chris Columbus fearing, tee pee building natives, it seemed like a brilliant day to make a turkey.
The only thing missing is our mommy family member. We think she is in Mexico buying guns from the Cartel, and we miss her.

PS- feathers are not a hat.

GO PACK GO!!

One step closer

Man, this almost makes it feel real. In today’s mail was my Epic Pass. That’s right, I bought a season pass that is good at 7 or 8 mountains in Colorado and Lake Tahoe. I can’t believe how cheap it was in comparison. 7 uses and it will have paid for itself. Thanks for the heads up on this deal Greg in Colorado (like he is actually seeing this).

Not quite, but it’s something…

I’m still finding ways to keep myself entertained while the Carnival clock counts down. The downhills make me crave the slopes. The uphills make my legs burn with euphoria. I think a few day trip to Killy is in order to make sure the legs still work and to bang the rust off myself and my board. Thanks to wifey (gun owner) for keeping me company today.

GO PACK GO!!

Farfetched? Probably. Impossible? Definitely not.

Buckle up boys and girls, the carnival is gearing up to commence. Plans have been made, plans have been changed, and the itinerary is always developing. The endeavor I am striving to undertake has been described as farfetched…to travel cross-country and spend the winter chasing the snow around the western North American mountains. Farfetched maybe, but not quite impossible.  For an oil baron this seems like an even crazier, more unlikely possibility. With the encouragement of the best wife ever (who happens to own a gun), the freedom of a non-breeder, and the backup of an amazing and mostly competent staff, I may just make this dream happen.
Contrary to some opinions, I believe life is most likely short. With that in mind, this is either my very first life (because I can’t remember any others), or the stories I have heard about reincarnation are a load of dog shit. If I don’t do this now, I may never get to…..or this may just be the first year of a new tradition….like last year was for real christmas trees.