New Love....

Well now, it's been a while since I've blogged... a few months perhaps?

But I know that you all were on the edge of your seat waiting for me to return!

Anyway, a lot has been happening... I've been quite busy, but now that everything is calming down a bit I hope to actually blog every other month, instead of every 4 months HA!

Got a new girl as well... MIGHT tell more later, but I think I'll be coy for now!

Mrs. O

Right.

Am I really back? Probably not... on the other hand, I DO have lots to tell.

As some of you are aware, I'm now a free and independent person... recently cut completely free from that certain someone in the past.

Mrs. O. (Likeness above was only on weekdays).

So what does that mean? Initially, no eating or sleep... drop 20 pounds (1.6 stone), and smoke like a chimney.

On the other hand, I lost 20 pounds... and after exercising, I got into better shape.

Then I realized... holy crap, I'm free!

Tales coming soon....

Where, oh where have you gone, Baron?

Coming back to "Blogworld: the Indestructible", I found that nothing has really changed. My site is still the best source for pure crap writing, the Beast is still the Beast (and still Beast-like), the Champ still rules (and still Kirk-ified), and Jungle Jane is still the best ever now that she's back in the good ole USSR. I mean, UK.

But there is one blogging person who is not here. One person that we all dearly miss...

The Red Baron.

Oh, where have you gone, oh Baron? Attacking others is not as fun since you slinkered back under the rock from whence you came. Did our abuse shoot you down in French territory? Have you given up the good fight on the Western Front? Will you ever come back, just so we can shoot at you again?

And just who will we abuse now?

Natemare is still pondering his fate...

I wish the circumstances were better...

Well I'm back, but perhaps it's not under the best of circumstances. As echoed on the Beast's site, one of my former bosses and colleagues died suddenly last week. As much as we knew he had been ill lately, it was a bit of a shock to find out how ill. He was a partner in crime for some of us in the office, a good pub mate, and someone who looked out for the little guy - well, most of the time :-)

At a time like this, you always reflect on events leading up to the present. Did you say "hello" the last time you saw him? Did you ask how he was doing? Or were you too wrapped up in your own world - too "busy" apparently to blog, talk, or care - to say anything at all until it was too late?

These are the questions that haunt you.

It's important at a time such as this to remember that there isn't much you can or could have done - the important part of life is to live in the present; don't get caught up in work; and that the most important part of your life isn't what you do, it's who you talk to, keep in touch with, and maintain friendships with. Drink with your friends, always make time for everyone in your life, hold on to loved ones, and remember and salute the past and those in it. As echoed by the Beast, there are drinks to his honor in the future.

That is the key to life - live life to the fullest, and remember... always.

Natemare out.

Brave Sir Beast

The Beast celebrated a momentous anniversary yesterday - and while I won't give away too many details so that the Natemare reading public can hunt us down, I thought it would be fitting to write an EPIC truly worthy of the mighty, brave, honest......

SIR BEAST

The Epic of Sir Beast (by Natemare, all rights reserved blah, blah, blah...)

Verse 1 - The Bravery of the Beast
There was a strong young knight named Beast,
Who was the strongest young knight of the land,
He was invited to a magnificent feast,
To take the King’s daughter Sims by the hand.
Sir Beast said "gladly, my fair princess,
Because I’m so very strong and brave,
And soon we shall shortly recess
To my special, strong and brave cave."

Verse 2 - The Challenge to the Beast
But where-fore-art-though yonder door,
A gigantic, slathering "bug" appeared
Who dashed the magnificent feast to the floor
And into the poor Princess Sims it seared.
She cried out, "Brave Sir Beast, save me
For I fear I’m being corrupted by the bug,
Who has chosen, instead of to flee,
To re-write my brain because you’re smug."

Verse 3 - The Beast Conquers All
Sir Beast cried out "FEAR NOT!"
For I am your salvation, at hand,
And I will rid you of the knot,
Of that bug and dash into fine particles like sand.
And Sir Beast looked into Princess Sims eyes,
And forced the bug out with a contest of wills,
And the bug was dashed before it could say its "good-byes,"
And Sir Beast said "that makes 1,245 bug kills."

And they lived happily ever after, for at least the first 20 years.

Congrats Beast!

Until next time... THE NATEMARE STRIKES AGAIN!

My opinion of the fact that the "World" Cup has the same teams as always...

This just in: why I love American sports

Why do I love American sport? Because the athletes are willing to duke it out to settle differences, unlike Euro "athletes" that fake falls, injuries and fouls. As you can see, brawling is a time honored tradition:

Baseball
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyDN2y3S3iE

Basketball
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kH0Hj1CdOs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GL6LYmFaMA