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June 18, 2003 - 1:33 AM    

Updates! - Today I added a new review in the music section, and a couple of pictures in the images link.  Cheers!

-The Baron Samhedi

June 15, 2003 - 10:13 AM
Background Info and a Story

Those of you who live in the south, particularly in small southern towns,  will nod your heads at these stories and think something equivalent to the moment of despairing revelation someone has when he takes a good look at his boss and realizes that his company may well have been the inspiration for a Dilbert comic.  The rest of you will scratch your head, hit the back button of your browser, and go about your merry lives.  Know this.  These stories are true, and they are out there, watching you from their porches, shotguns perched upon burlap covered laps, dog saliva gathering under the rafters like some enzyme laden sea of terror and inbreeding.  You have been warned.

There have been and will be more actors in this macabre play, but most of the stories will center around these three.  

Hoodlum #1 - Chimchim:  Likes classic cars, Nirvana, monkeys, philosophical and religious debate, and unnerving the hell out of everyone around him.  

Hoodlum #2 - Serrin: Likes fast cars, fast computers, fast music and game design.  Also enjoys debate, but has a high chance of countering an especially good retort with a sharp blow to the throat or groin.  

Hoodlum #3 - Myself, the Baron Samhedi - Likes vehicles, military strategy, music in general, debate, technology, and the value of lethargy.

You were promised a story, and I hate not to deliver on my promises, so here you go.  

Exact date unknown, some few years ago in Nowhereland.

Me and Chimchim are driving in downtown Nowhereland, residential district.  At that time I drove a silver Chevy Blazer with far too many miles on it and far too many inches shaved off the brake discs from delivery flunky stop-and-go driving.  We are, as usual, arguing about some non-issue when I run a stop sign.   So does the hoser coming from the right on the four-way.  There isn't time to stop, and the brakes aren't good enough to make a short stop anyway, so I whip the car around, driving the in the wrong lane of a two-way, inches from this guy's car.  Both windows are down, so Chimchim reaches into the other car and gives the driver the single-digit salute up close and personal, at which point this freak tries to BITE his finger off.  I jerk the car into a driveway, perform a two-point turn, and get the hell out of there before this reject tries to take a chunk out of my muffler.  

As an interesting side-note, three days later I mistake a T for a four-way and jump the curb into a daycare playground.   I suppose they should be grateful it was after the place had closed for the day.  One wonders if they noticed the tire tracks by the seesaw?

The moral of this story?  Under NO circumstances should you EVER let me drive.

-The Baron Samhedi

June 6, 2003 - 2:51 PM

Today is the first day of a grand adventure. 

Or a mediocre one, all things considered.  On this page, among other things, will be chronicled the misanthropic adventures of myself and my fellows in a certain small Louisiana town.

-The Baron Samhedi

The author of this collection of pages can be reached at bsamhedi@yahoo.com