Seldom Told

WARNING!!! Just when you thought it was safe...Dno's back and he is as nutty as ever. Sanity causes stress, and I have ample amounts of it. If you read this BLOG, be warned, little of it makes sense, but do read the archives. I must now dance. Dance with me. Feel the music...

Monday, June 27, 2005

Pepe


Although this is not a great pic (from my old crappy cell phone), it does show a pic of Pepe. Pepe is on top near the off button. He is proclaiming that he has big ears. Below Pepe is a little dude with a very large head asking for a story. Be nice and tell him one.

Oh, and on the very top is a notice stating that this player is "Property of THE DNO."

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Eric's Wedding at Toshogu Shrine in Nikko Japan

Hello all, sorry for the long absense. The following and I guess surrounding are pics from Mr. Eric and Yumi Anderson's Wedding at the World Heritage Sight of Nikko, Tochigi, Japan (the Toshogu Shrine).

On the left is the Happy Couple, Adam, and the Shinto priest who looks a lot like the crown prince of Japan.







THis is a lame attempt by me to work the friggin' Digital Camera. Eric has been smiling all day. Plus he just got married. I need to change my undies cause they are soaked with butt sweat.












Stacks of Sake for the temple, Just thought I'd take a pic.












The procession. I am good at taking pics of the back of people's heads.












Below is Rob thinking about how nice rain might be...or even a cool breeze, beer, or sponge bath (opps that's me).











Just outside the Shrine. Gotta watch your step or all the tourists (not seen but lots present) don't get a good laugh.











A pic of inside the hot shrine. The photogragher was takin' pics, so I felt no aversion. I shouldn't get in trouble for this pic.











A pic of a hot Dno. Notice the tourists in the background. Some stopped us as we were leaving the shrine to take "our" picture (mine and Rob's).











A bad pic of the Sleeping Cat of Nikko (I think, I really don't think I'd just take a pic of the stairs).












A Pic of a lady pointing at the Sleeping Cat.













And a pic of our group and Eric and Yumi (notice I am not pictured cause I am taking the photo's).












And another pic of our group and Eric and Yumi (notice I am not pictured cause I am taking the photo's).













Thanks "cousin" Eric. He was at My wedding, Rob's wedding, Billy's birth (got to see and hold him too...cause we foreigners can get away with stuff), and helped me out when I was in the hospital (we played magic and bullshited). I was honored to be there for him. Good luck Eric and Yumi!!! May your days be fun yet sane.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

He's Back

Pepe is found!!!

Stowed away in the recesses of the couch, Pepe was unable to "cry for help" during this crisis. No, not a peep from Pepe. The wife still says she has nothing to do with it, but maintains the position that she is not a Pepe fan. There will be a celebration of the finding of Pepe with much mirth and merriment. If you are unable to attend this glorious event, please take the time to dance in the confines of your computer chair. Just imagine the cd quality mp3s jumping from Pepe's speakers. You are much welcome to be part of this happy occasion. The wife however, is not invited.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Pepe, He is missing!!!

Oh my....I can't find Pepe. He has been missing for about a week. If anyone can find him, he is a cd/mp3 player with big ears. He has a friend named Glub who asks everybody he meets to tell him a story. If you see him, please tell him I miss him. I do understand that the harsh words Kumiko (for those of you who forget...or just don't know, she is my wife) said cut deep into your battery powered...components. However, we still made a good team. I put batteries in you, slapped a cd down in you, and put the ear buds on and...and you played the audio files!!!!!!!! Oh boo hooo hoooooo!!! PPPEEEEEEpppeeeeeeee!!!

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Pepe really is missing. I think he might be in the trunk of my wife's car. Why there? Ask her (she might tell you that I put him there, lies...lies, maybe).