Population Studies

I wonder if there will be a statistically significant increase in the birth rate next year due to the power outages?

MEB

I give up. I now surrender all my decision making to my new Magic 8 Ball! I guess I know what the legislature needs now. I am taking donations to raise funds in order to buy 19 MEBs. Please help!!!

Stroken is (NOT) dead!!! Part 2

· We had a gig last night.
· A totally last minute gig and it felt like a “pack ‘n go”.
· It was for a farewell party a musician friend and his family had at their residence.
· I am unsure of the reason(s) why they are leaving and I do not want to assume that they are departing for the same reason(s) as everyone else.
· It seems like every week I am attending a farewell party.
· By the time November rolls in, there may only be 30 Chamorros left on Saipan.
· Anyhow, back to the gig.
· It was one of the top 5 best gigs I had experienced…ever.
· We played surprisingly tight and the crowd was surprisingly supportive.
· Other than our half a dozen loyal fans (which so happens to be family members), we played in front of a rare crowd of rockers!!!
· I was quite intimidated since 95% of all the musicians on Saipan were at the party.
· Had a bomb exploded, the music scene (if any) on Saipan would die a sudden, horrific death.
· It was pandemonium.
· We had a nano Woodstock at As Lito.
· There may have been 2-3 dozen musicians there, musical equipment spilling everywhere, Oh yeah, a lot of BEER!
· Just to name drop:
· Jerry Alcantara – present
· Boys from “The” Big Beats – present
· Rated R – present
· Project X – present
· Seven Side (Club V band) – present
· My guitar mentor Roger Cadua - present
· Well, I will hang on and enjoy every gig as if it were the last.
· Stroken may be temporary, life is transient, but Rock on (behold the power of cheese)!!!
· Oh yeah, I totally botched the intro to Iron Man!!! Uckfay!!!
· I blamed it on alcohol, CUC, and Sheila from the V.

Stroken is (NOT) dead!!!

· Stroken is NOT dead! Not yet at least.
· As a contingency measure, I formed a new group called Broken.
· Broken is comprised of a guitar player, bass player, female vocalist, and a percussionist (me).
· We play a variety of the “same” song.
· We just started practicing.
· Practice is ALWAYS fun and productive. Hmm…right, practice sounds like practice.

Vitamin D

· I over slept and blamed my human alarm clock for ruining a rare fishing opportunity last Saturday.
· Fortunately, the Captain was superstitious and insisted he personally pick me up at home.
· I was embarrassed for breaking the 5am pact I made the night before to meet at the Smiling Cove dock.
· Verbatim "We are meeting at 5 am? Hell yeah I'm there!"
· I blamed it on the N Rolling Rocks I had at Johnny’s.
· Had a Minnesota Vikings game been scheduled to air, I would have been up by 2:30 am.
· I am glad I still have my priorities in check.
· We set off around 7 am and carried on to a place the Captain called the “FAD”.
· I was disappointed to see a buoy.
· I anticipated seeing a bunch of Pokémon or even beanie babies at the “FAD”.
· But sure enough within minutes we managed to snag a 25lb Wahoo.
· Notice I said “we” and not “me”.
· A few minutes later the Captain decided to Jig and caught the first Wahoo’s identical sister.
· I only knew the Wahoo were female because of the distinct c-cup bikini tops they had on.
· Oh, the adrenaline rush.
· I was so amped I felt I could swim back to shore.
· I had an overwhelming feeling we were going to have a stellar day.
· The ocean was bluer than blue and the clouds looked like arrows pointing to all the hot spots.
· I started complaining why on God’s earth did we bring “only” 1 ice cooler.
· Then reality set in.
· For the next 9 hours……………………………………………………………………………………………………
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Nothing!
· We went here, there, and everywhere…Nothing!
· We spotted a school of yellow fin…Nothing!
· We spotted birds swooping…Nothing!
· I did get a bad 3^rd degree sunburn that would make my Apache uncle proud.
· I guess the silver lining was that I had a lifetimes worth of vitamin D.
· I enjoyed every minute of it.
· The company was great.
· BTW, I had since replaced my human alarm clock with a real one.

The Day My Universe Died.

She was not naive. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her design was crafty and detailed. Her plan was executed with accuracy and precision. Even the temperature was factored into her equation. I found an old, crumpled note on the dresser that read, “You are no match! You lost the minute the sperm hit the egg." I am unsure of the context.

WOW!

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