Ok Besides being a really cool idea for a movie and having Nicole Kidman in it (yowza) the Golden Compass website has some fun things to play with. Apparently, in the movie everyone has a demon, which is more like a familiar. After answering a few profile type questions it randomly assigns a demon to you complete with name and such. I am not sure about some of the profiling( I don't think anyone would accuse me of being modest) but most of it is pretty accurate. I took the test twice and came up with the same profile so it can't be too far off. I talked half of the office into doing it as well and it was interesting to see the variety of creatures we got. No two were alike and after thinking about it I found most of the creatures did seem to go with their counterparts.
Here is mine:
12/10/2007
1/04/2007
Fort Necessity
O’Malley here and I am not dead yet. I recently shipped my mother off to a very nice state run institution for the elderly. Sure some of those fancy private institutions look nicer, but who really needs 3 squares a day. While I was throwing out all of her stuff, that wasn’t valuable, I came across some interesting items from my forefathers. Apparently newspaper ink runs in the blood, along with booze. One of my forefathers was apparently quite the newshound for “The Williamsburg Daily Gazette.” Following is one of the articles that I found that really caught my attention, enjoy!
From the Williamsburg Daily Gazette, July 6th 1755:
O’Malley here and ye have not yet been scalped. I am somewhere in the Pennsylvania wilderness following the exploits of a young Colonel by the name of George Washington.
I would not commit that name to memory, as I really don’t see much in this dull witted farm boy from the Virginia Colony.
We found ourselves, that muggy July morning, completely surrounded by the French and their savage allies as the good Colonel was to indecisive to move us out of this swamp he calls Fort Necessity.
The men are in good spirits as some lucky soul got his hands on the key to the supply cabin and was able to liberate a goodly quantity of Rum. Note to editor, sorry for the shaky handwriting, it’s very cold for a July. With the help of a young native girl I have found a good vantage point deep in the supply cabin. From here I should be able to take in all of the action while being instructed in some of the Local Customs.
The French boys seem to be intent on a frontal assault. Some of those damn funny Canadiens, eeehhh, managed to make it to the trench line when they were met with a canister round from one of our Guns. What was left of them was seen scurrying off North again shouting something about it being Hockey Night.
Then some of the Virginia boys gave a shout when they notice some natives skulking around in the woods. My little native girl noticed her husband amongst the bunch of them so I felt it prudent to further conceal ourselves so as not to alarm the poor man to her safety, or mine.
They broke from cover with some horrible whoops and caterwauling but our lads were up to the task of beating them back into the woods. They would try again at another wall, but they just don't seem to have the intestinal fortitude required for a frontal assault.
Meanwhile, those froggy bastards made a serious assault on several ramparts at once. It was hard work with the frog stickers and things were touch and go for a while.
Finally, the frogs were forced back from one wall. On the other wall they managed to force the gun crew off the gun but the regulars from South Carolina managed to push them back out of the defenses.
The main gun was forced out of its entrenchment by another furious charge but it was still intact and just the site of it kept the frogs from massing together enough troops to seriously threaten that flank. The Indians having had enough vanished back into the woods leaving the French to try and take the Fort on their own. Things were looking good but the shear number of French and the prospects of needing to fight their way out of hostile territory were too much for our young commander to take. So with our heads hung low we marched away from that little outpost vowing one day to return and avenge our fallen comrades. As always you can rely on me to bring you all the action Hot and ye olde Heavy.
From the Williamsburg Daily Gazette, July 6th 1755:
O’Malley here and ye have not yet been scalped. I am somewhere in the Pennsylvania wilderness following the exploits of a young Colonel by the name of George Washington.
I would not commit that name to memory, as I really don’t see much in this dull witted farm boy from the Virginia Colony.
We found ourselves, that muggy July morning, completely surrounded by the French and their savage allies as the good Colonel was to indecisive to move us out of this swamp he calls Fort Necessity.
The men are in good spirits as some lucky soul got his hands on the key to the supply cabin and was able to liberate a goodly quantity of Rum. Note to editor, sorry for the shaky handwriting, it’s very cold for a July. With the help of a young native girl I have found a good vantage point deep in the supply cabin. From here I should be able to take in all of the action while being instructed in some of the Local Customs.
The French boys seem to be intent on a frontal assault. Some of those damn funny Canadiens, eeehhh, managed to make it to the trench line when they were met with a canister round from one of our Guns. What was left of them was seen scurrying off North again shouting something about it being Hockey Night.
Then some of the Virginia boys gave a shout when they notice some natives skulking around in the woods. My little native girl noticed her husband amongst the bunch of them so I felt it prudent to further conceal ourselves so as not to alarm the poor man to her safety, or mine.
They broke from cover with some horrible whoops and caterwauling but our lads were up to the task of beating them back into the woods. They would try again at another wall, but they just don't seem to have the intestinal fortitude required for a frontal assault.
Meanwhile, those froggy bastards made a serious assault on several ramparts at once. It was hard work with the frog stickers and things were touch and go for a while.
Finally, the frogs were forced back from one wall. On the other wall they managed to force the gun crew off the gun but the regulars from South Carolina managed to push them back out of the defenses.
The main gun was forced out of its entrenchment by another furious charge but it was still intact and just the site of it kept the frogs from massing together enough troops to seriously threaten that flank. The Indians having had enough vanished back into the woods leaving the French to try and take the Fort on their own. Things were looking good but the shear number of French and the prospects of needing to fight their way out of hostile territory were too much for our young commander to take. So with our heads hung low we marched away from that little outpost vowing one day to return and avenge our fallen comrades. As always you can rely on me to bring you all the action Hot and ye olde Heavy.
11/13/2006
Nick Travers and the Cult of the Monkeys Paw Episode 2
O’Malley here and I’m not dead yet. After a heated discussion with my editor on relationships with under age girls I find myself deep in the jungles of the Congo hot on the trail of the intrepid Nick Travers. (Note to editor: Please tell your daughter I wish her a Happy Birthday)
Once again our brave Nick Travers find himself battling Jungle Natives in an effort to rescue the lovely Priscilla Knobsknockers. Regular readers of this column will remember that Priscilla was dragged off through the jungle by ferocious man eating gorillas. After and exhaustive search through the jungle he was able to locate a small village were the apes took the young girl. It appears the apes and the villagers were under the influence of Nick’s old nemesis “The Spectre”.
Nick quickly ascertained that “The Spectre” was up to no good and vowed to do something about it after he had freed Priscilla from the clutches of the whooping natives.
Back at the hotel, were I was busily working the barmaid over for information, Nick was gathering forces to go with him to get Priscilla back. The G-men had also gotten word of “The Spectres” presence and had sent in additional forces to deal directly with him.
Nick arrived at the Native village just in time as they were just bringing out Priscilla to drag her to the top of their temple to sacrifice her to their evil god. Nick and the marines barged into the village and started kicking in doors to locate the screaming dame.
The Germans thinking it was some sort of ambush took up positions as their van driver caromed toward cover. With the skills and reflexes of a racer he threw that van into the opening of a cave the natives revered as the symbol of their god.
Meanwhile on the other side of the village the daring members of the Rocketeers had started an all out assault on the lair of “The Spectre”.
However, the vile creatures were lying in wait and opened up on them with their gats driving the Rocketeers off. It seems that “The Spectre” had created a nerve agent that would turn unsuspecting people into mindless zombies and the Rocketeers were sent to blow it up. According to the mindless ramblings of the survivor they were attacked by “zombies” and ripped to shreds.
Back at the cave entrance the German driver, later identified as one Michael Schoomaker, was rocketing through the cave mouth when he was attacked by more of the “zombies”.
Losing control as he slammed on the brakes he spun around several times before slamming into the back of “The Spectre’s” lair where it exploded in a fiery ball. 
Luckily for all of us the drums containing the nerve agent were scattered and did not explode. The remaining Rocketeer shot into the cave mouth and set his explosive collapsing the cave mouth in on “The Spectre” and his crew forcing them to use their escape door in the back. 
Using his rocket he then zoomed to the back and kept up a hail of lead on the sinister crew as they attempted to load the remaining drums of agent and a chest of loot into their truck. Nevertheless, he was beaten back by a pack of howling zombies.
Just at that time Nick and the Marines were chasing the natives through the jungle at break neck speeds when eventually the pursued them back out into the open. Half of the squad of Marines had stayed back and opened up on the Natives as they broke across the open ground. It was then that Nick was able to barge in grab poor Priscilla from her captors and make good his escape.
Trouble is still brewing as “The Spectre” made good his escape with the leader of the German troopers in tow. The Rocketeer with the aid of Nick and the Marines rounded up the stragglers and are even now plotting on a way to capture “The Spectre” before he can unleash his evil nerve agent. As always dear reader you can count on me to bring you all of the action as it happens, HOT and HEAVY!
The Cast
Once again our brave Nick Travers find himself battling Jungle Natives in an effort to rescue the lovely Priscilla Knobsknockers. Regular readers of this column will remember that Priscilla was dragged off through the jungle by ferocious man eating gorillas. After and exhaustive search through the jungle he was able to locate a small village were the apes took the young girl. It appears the apes and the villagers were under the influence of Nick’s old nemesis “The Spectre”.
Nick quickly ascertained that “The Spectre” was up to no good and vowed to do something about it after he had freed Priscilla from the clutches of the whooping natives.
Back at the hotel, were I was busily working the barmaid over for information, Nick was gathering forces to go with him to get Priscilla back. The G-men had also gotten word of “The Spectres” presence and had sent in additional forces to deal directly with him.
Nick arrived at the Native village just in time as they were just bringing out Priscilla to drag her to the top of their temple to sacrifice her to their evil god. Nick and the marines barged into the village and started kicking in doors to locate the screaming dame.
Unfortunately, for our hero the wily natives had snuck her out the back way and were making tracks through the jungle.
Just then around the bend a patrol of Germans came into view. 
Thinking they were under attack by the natives they opened up on the unsuspecting natives with a fearsome volley. Fortunately for the natives the Germans all shot high. Unfortunately, for the Germans the natives were much more accurate with their spears as they dropped several of the Germans. The Marines hearing the rifle fire started to open up as well. Lead was flying and so was I. I quickly jumped into some bushes to get a better view, but I must have hit my head because I could have sworn that I saw corpses rise up out of the ground and start attacking the Marines.
The Germans thinking it was some sort of ambush took up positions as their van driver caromed toward cover. With the skills and reflexes of a racer he threw that van into the opening of a cave the natives revered as the symbol of their god.Meanwhile on the other side of the village the daring members of the Rocketeers had started an all out assault on the lair of “The Spectre”.
However, the vile creatures were lying in wait and opened up on them with their gats driving the Rocketeers off. It seems that “The Spectre” had created a nerve agent that would turn unsuspecting people into mindless zombies and the Rocketeers were sent to blow it up. According to the mindless ramblings of the survivor they were attacked by “zombies” and ripped to shreds.Back at the cave entrance the German driver, later identified as one Michael Schoomaker, was rocketing through the cave mouth when he was attacked by more of the “zombies”.
Losing control as he slammed on the brakes he spun around several times before slamming into the back of “The Spectre’s” lair where it exploded in a fiery ball. 
Luckily for all of us the drums containing the nerve agent were scattered and did not explode. The remaining Rocketeer shot into the cave mouth and set his explosive collapsing the cave mouth in on “The Spectre” and his crew forcing them to use their escape door in the back. 
Using his rocket he then zoomed to the back and kept up a hail of lead on the sinister crew as they attempted to load the remaining drums of agent and a chest of loot into their truck. Nevertheless, he was beaten back by a pack of howling zombies.Just at that time Nick and the Marines were chasing the natives through the jungle at break neck speeds when eventually the pursued them back out into the open. Half of the squad of Marines had stayed back and opened up on the Natives as they broke across the open ground. It was then that Nick was able to barge in grab poor Priscilla from her captors and make good his escape.
Trouble is still brewing as “The Spectre” made good his escape with the leader of the German troopers in tow. The Rocketeer with the aid of Nick and the Marines rounded up the stragglers and are even now plotting on a way to capture “The Spectre” before he can unleash his evil nerve agent. As always dear reader you can count on me to bring you all of the action as it happens, HOT and HEAVY!
The Cast
Thunder Road
These are pics from Dewey's game at Fall In. Apparently he had to chase the players off after 6hours of gaming as they were having such a great time they did not want to leave. I can't give you a good blow by blow but the gist of the game was that they Americans needed to grab a couple of important crossroads and defend them against ever increasing pressure from Iraqi Insurgents.
Dewey Pontificating!
A Technical Screaming down the road
Dewey Pontificating!
A Technical Screaming down the road
8/09/2006
Nick Pics
O'Malley here and I'm not dead yet. I just got some more pics developed in my dark room and thought I would share them with you...Enjoy!
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