mantis

I was leaving work today, like I usally do. Just in time to make it to the sitters to pick up the kids. As of lately I have been parking in the back of the building, this location makes it eser to leave with out getting hit by the crazy yahoo's that fly throught our office park. My new parking locatoin is nestled right up aginst a block wall decorated with pine rees. I assume the sight of the pine trees is to remind the congested city workers what mother nature looks like. To me its as sad attempt, growing up in the country and in a very rural small town. I have always been around heaps of nature and exposed to many little creatures. its more apparent to me, when I see the locals around the office park spot a chipmunk, and say things like " Hey look at that cute pigmy squirrel!! " Calling the goose's ducks and to many other examples to list but I think you get the idea. Moving on I was half way home from my 40 min drive, when I glanced at my passenger mirror. I had probally looked at that mirror a dozen times and never noticed my new little stowaway. He was a medium sized praying mantis!! just hanging on for dear life. Its hard to imagine what was traveling throught his instincet laden gray matter, that was now flying down the road at 65 miles an hour. If he even has a stomach, it was probaly in his throat by now. if they even have a throat. I saw him there struggling for dear life with his six little legs trying to find the perfect position to deflect the wind that was at one time his frind, and now was trying to throw him to fates chace and more likely the windshield of the car behind me. so being the nature loving individual that I am, I did the responsible thing. I adjusted the motorized mirror in random directions to make his struggle more intreasting. I imagined it a similar to a bull rider trying to handle his shorts for the 8 seconds of insanity. after several close calls with doom, and a few swearvs on my end due to my attention being placed on the window ride of death game I was playing with my new mantis friend, i decided to give him a rest. After thinking about him outside hanging on for dear life, how ever short life is for a praying mantis. Longer if its a female and due to the weakenss of us males. Sex for the praying mantis male enivably ends in death. similar to that of us human males. sex leads to the possibality to babys and marriage rusulting in a slow death, so in a way we must envy the male matis. Gets his fun and then done. no more hassles left.. anyway back to the speeding wind tormented matis. Well after pondering on him/her for a while. I came to the conclusioin that he had to be hungry. So I offered him all I had in the car at the time. it  just happened to be a half eaten footlong beef stick. probally not his food of choice in the wild, but it could also be his last meal.  His reactioin to the beef stick wasent what I expected it to be. First he was trying to flee from it, assuming it was a snake or he was possibally  just running from the MSG that was now doubt ozzing out of the end. after a few seconds of dodging to his best ability with the increased difficulty of this high winded altercation. He grabbed a hold of it. Huh.. I thought now what? I was just hoping to poke him off and now he is latched on to said beef stick. He had worked hard on his 20 minuet struggle for life as he knows it, so I decided to bring him into the car. you know to give the little guy a break. so i drug in my new inset firend and placed him on the dashboard. right in the place where you would assume to see a hulla girl whirling her hips. for a second I tryed to imagine my new mantis friend, wearing a hulla skirt and giving me a dance. but then remembered that this was probally a male mantis. and I dont know if dragqueens exist outside of humans.. and then I was slightly alarmed that my mind wondered that far into blamnation so I had to purify it some how. I coaxed him back on to the beef stick and stoped the car by a field and released him to the wild. I wondered for sad seconed if he would find his way back home? its likley he would stumble apaouon a lady mantis and meed his inevitable doom. but looking at that, maybe its better that way. there has to be way more lady mantises in a field than in some strange combination of pine trees and concreate that exists in a office park.. so I feal I did him a favor. that is untill his head is bitten off. but at least he gets to die having hot mantis sex, instead of getting squished, squashed.. or dieing in a slow instenctfull search for the special lady..  hmm I wonder what I will find tomerow..

Posted by IACO @ 7:45 pm EDT | Permalink | 18 Comments

Member points continued..

Alright guys she still has a shit ton more than me.. soo I am calling for a rally..

everyone in 2old2play that reads this must leave a comment so I can get a point..

I am not going to slap some silly poem in this.. this is all about points.. soooo lets get cracking.. we have a lot of catching up to do and I need everyones help to get this occomplished.. and no i dont want you to all run over to her blog and leave her a point just  to be funny.. AutumnRocks is beating me and this has gone on for much too long..

lets make it happen..

let the points begin..

Posted by IACO @ 11:09 pm EDT | Permalink | 41 Comments

Member Points???

I was just reading my wifes (AutumnRocks) blog and noticed that she has a shit ton of Member points.. she is beating me at member points on a site that I have been on way longer than she has..  she is big in to poetry and I can barley spell the word sooo I am launching my campain to get more member points that she has 

If its poetry that works than poetry it is:

Hey diddle, diddle,
this rhyme is a riddle:
Can a cow fly over the moon?
I bet you’ll say, "No,"
but the answer is, "Yes"—
if she’s riding a hot-air balloon.

I know preaty deep huh.. I must ponder on this one a while..

 <---- this smiley makes it legal to post this.. because with a smiley everything is ok..

Posted by IACO @ 9:05 pm EDT | Permalink | 29 Comments

I Think I need a fish...

It's been a while since I have had any fish.. and my office has been kind of a lonly place latley, so to give me some one to share some space with I think I will get a little beta fish and name him Master Cheif.. I have a good size bowl/ flower vase that would work out preaty well for a beta fish, and with a name like master cheif he would be the coolest fish on the block, and to make him feal more at home I could suround half of his bowl with images of warthogs and cool spartin stuff.. and maby a pic of cortona to keep him happy. this idea is sounding more and more like a good one.. I think I might make a trip to the local pet store on my lunch break

Posted by IACO @ 10:49 am EDT | Permalink | 5 Comments

Pyrotechnic's

I need to find a seconday hoby to compliment my love for video games.. I Have been a fire bug since well, as long as I can remember.. there is too many fond memories of my self and best frend james (yountdog7) blowing shit up or just burning things for the sake of burning things.  but I have the need to take it to the next level.. The fourth of July is by far my favorite holiday and there is nothing like the fealing of lighting a big firework and steping back and watching the badness happen.. I have bee pondering the creation of fireworks for many year's now and I have found the perfict web site to start my adventure.. skylighter.com has just about every chemical you can think of and lots of book's and suplies..  I think i shal start off with a beginers book and see where it takes me.. or should I say see where it sits with my wife, and then see how far she will let me go.. she has good reason to worrie, we have 3 small children 2 of witch are very impreshionable boys, and I have been know to have little or no internal dilaouge that tells me that this Ian is a Bad idea!!  soo as long as I dont blow off my thumbs and index finger's I can still play xbox....

Posted by IACO @ 10:34 pm EDT | Permalink | 3 Comments