I’ll be doing the annual MS Walk in full armor once more. 6.1 miles through the Arizona heat, with full armor, backpack, and rifle. This has become a very important cause to me, not for any one reason, but because I’ve pretty much adopted it as “my baby” event .
I need your help! As you may have guessed, I am doing this to RAISE MONEY for the MS Society, and I’m asking everyone out there to please help out any way they can. I’m not asking for entire paychecks, but a small donation of whatever you can spare to help me reach and hopefully surpass my goal of 1000.00, helping my team reach our 20,000.00 goal collectively.
To sponsor me, follow THIS LINK:
Then click on “Make a gift” right under the little themometer. The event will take place on Saturday, April 14, 2007, so I’ll be collecting until then.
Thank you all in advance so much for your help with this.
And the Rose Parade onslaught continues! While I’m busy collecting my thoughts for the ongoing reports, bortQ sends in one of the things he saw at the event! It’s like the guy is with me everywhere I go!
Well, as promised I’m going to give you all the blow by blow of my adventures in Pasadena recently, having taken part in the 2007 Rose Parade. As mentioned earlier, I was accompanied on this “good natured romp” by TK-2035, MaraJen, and the lovable FrankenTrooper. Here’s the battle report from Day One of what is being called by many, “The Pasadena Death March”
Day One:
We arrived in Pasadena and get our billeting taken care of, and report in. Upon giving my designation number to the billeting Officers, I hear “I thought I told you not to invite him!“ I turn to see who said such a thing.
It was Steve Sansweet. Apparently, my reputation in the Rebel propaganda circles precedes me.
2035 and I head up to our room, where we meet these two:
The one on the left is TK-Cola Im Helm, and the one on the right is TK-Blacky. The’ve been stationed in the German Garrison. One’s a bit twitchy, and the other isn’t..as much. 2 whole Credits for whoever can guess which is which.
So we bunked with these guys for a week. I’ve had worse roommates, trust me. Cola Im Helm even brought along a little hottie with him, and that my friends, is always cool.
Once we got our barracks situation hammered out, we get some chow. We sit down with FrankenTrooper and MaraJen, getting ready to eat while 2035 drones on about how nice the Germans look in thier blazers, while he and I look like thugs in our BDUs and Unit Ts. Then these guys show up:
The boys from Italica Garrison, which is located in Italy. Go fig. (The fellow in the ballcap is the Legion’s illustrious founder, Albin Johnson. Great guy, trust me.) These guys are wandering around aimlessly throughout the chow hall, so I call ‘em over to join us at out table. Chicks seem to dig these guys, so I figure they can handle my overflow so I can actually get some work done, right? Benevolence is my middle name, you know. Between “Motorhead” here and the Germans, it was tough to stay sober…or quiet….or sane the entire week, and I mean that in the nicest way, trust me. They were all a blast to hang out with. Anyhow, there we are, eating our grub when who should show up next to pay me his respects?
That’s right, George Lucas. I know what you’re thinking. “Dear Heavens! TeeDee’s going to blast him where he stands!“ Not so, kiddies. Turns out Uncle George is quite the Imperial, and HE was the guy that wanted an Imperial take-over of this little Rose Parade shindig. Plus, he’s paying the tab, so I decide to behave myself. Besides, I’ve got a few ABAs in me, so I’m nice and forgiving at this point in the evening. George waxes on a bit, and gives a dandy “You’re all expendable, and most of you won’t survive” speech, which brought a nostalgic tear to my eye, since it reminded me of boot camp. After this, we finish our chow and head to the racks to catch some shut-eye. We have a busy week ahead of us.
More to come soon.
Author’s Note: All photos are either taken by someone I know, or I merceilessly swiped them from the web since I never seem to take one photo anywhere I go.
Well, the event here in Pasadena has been interesting to say the least. TK-2035, FrankenTrooper, and the ever hot and inspiring Mara J have made some new friends, paricularly some German and Italian troopers. Great folks, believe me, and the Germans taught me some new toasts (or…broasts..whatever the Hell that means), the Italians seem to be infactuated with something called the “shocker”.
While they were sowing the seeds of international good faith and friendship, I concentrated on something far more important. Alien babes. I made nice-nice with some rather gorgeous ladies from Ryloth.
Good times…. Good times.
More when I get it.
