Um, hello? Is this thing on? This is Derrell... this is also my maiden voyage as far as bloggerying - and by the end of this you may be able to tell. And some of you more sophisticated types may already have guessed, "Yep, newbie." I felt bloggy and so thus, I blog. Julie tells me she has sent out electronic messages in a bottle to the mysterious internets land. And she insists that this typing will end up on a "page" of blog-like likeness.
Sorry, back to the storying: Julie said she told you about my Neanderthalian habit of killing squirrels that had not got the memo: "This is Derrell's house and if he lived in another country he would be eating us for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He would wear our furry little hides for loin cloths and he would nibble our innards for late night snacks... the man hates us arboreal devil rats!! Beware!" In more common parlance, I done killed me some squirrels and I liked it - a lot.
So now, I have been bringing to bear my considerable wild beast-killing skills regarding all kinds of trespassing fellows. Julie says she will post my pictures of recent trophies I took. Be warned, though! The following images may constitute a crime against humanity! The HORROR!!!! Behold, what awaits those who wander astray of the outer doors, those who dare lurk my passage and those who find themselves under the shadow of my fierce hand!!!!! But really, folks, that spider I done killed EVAPORATED when I smashed his carapace between my twain mighty meathooks. I didn't know I was so... great white huntery. Just look at my face - I mean business. I hope the unwary beast publish this post and its pictures on their internets - it would save me the gory soirée I find myself entangled within occasionally. Tell all your varmint friends, I will not be trifled with. Spread the word - there is a new sheriff in town.
Note from Julie: Derrell wrote this a few days ago, but I haven't published it because it is still picture-less. I can't find the specific USB cable required to download the pictures mentioned. (again) They are great--you really need to see them! I will continue to hunt tirelessly for the magic cord. This situation brings into focus the fact that I'm not very organized. Well, let me amend that: I'm not what the rest of the world would call "organized", BUT I usually know where everything is--until someone decides to organize for me. (The men in my house definitely know how to clean a room!) Things look better, but now I can't find all my stuff. Needless to say, it's a bit frustrating. If I was "properly" organized, little things like this wouldn't happen...
