Gus from Lonesome Dove

Ok, now all I can think about is Lonesome Dove. Watch this!
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Westerns Rule!!!

GUS FROM LONESOME DOVE

Ok I just wrote a kinda serious blog on the real LogicMaze blog. In the end I got kinda crazy and named the blog Long Lost Blogger returns and I put a picture of the Lone Ranger and his trusty steed Silver in the blog. The picture kinda got me thinking about westerns. I love westerns, there is no better kind of movie. Lonesome Dove is the greatest western and greatest movie of all time. I might have had teary eyes when Gus died. Open Range is the second greatest western of all time, not sure if it is the second greatest movie ever but it's close. Robert Duvall is in both of them, not a coincidence!!

Someday I will be a great actor in a westerns or... maybe I will just keep selling websites and marketing plans for LogicMaze.

Boys and Girls Club of Hutchinson Web Site Award

Throughout the internet there are any number of "awards" that one's site or blog can earn. The truth of the matter is that if you want an award for your site that you can post on the home page to appear more distinguished, you can just make one up. Who is seriously going to check it out?

Seriously, though, one of our clients: Boys and Girls Club of Hutchinson has recently received word that they have won Gold in the Website category of the 20th annual Boys and Girls Club of America Marketing and Communications Awards Program. That's a mouth full, so let me break it down: bgchutch.com (which we designed) has been recognized as the best out of all of the Boys and Girls Clubs in the same budget range. The prize for that is $1,000.

Needless to say, we at LogicMaze are pretty psyched about this. The fact that we have been able to help Boys and Girls Club of Hutchinson not only by helping them represent themselves online, but also by helping them earn recognition from their peers makes us feel like we have contributed to the cause more than sufficiently.

Leave the Explosions to the Pros

If you were to ever meet up with one of my friends and ask them about stupid things that I've done in the past, you would undoubtedly have to clear your schedule for the rest of the day to hear a good chunk of the stories. I generally never did anything extremely dangerous like jumping onto moving cars or anything like that. Stupid: yes Ballsy: no.

Ranking up as one of my more dangerous evenings would be a couple of years back on the 4th of July. I had a friend whose parents owned some land in the North part of town, and we all got together for an amateur fireworks display. Needless to say, mixing a good-sized group of young (but legal) people, booze and fireworks isn't the greatest idea ever had. Everybody surprisingly behaved well. Somebody brought some big/expensive fireworks, and we had a pretty good show going.

Unfortunately, the show ended long before the party did. What we basically had was a large group of slightly inebriated people in an open space with a large assortment of small to medium sized fire crackers: bunker busters, black cats, Roman candles, etc. An inevitable war broke out: everybody scrambling in every direction avoiding and throwing lit fireworks at one another. It was during that melee that I realized how tiny and potentially harmless (don't stick them in your eye or anything) the black cats were. Someone would throw them at my feet, and I would just step on them and let them go off. I still have the shoes to this day, which is indicative of how little damage they did.

When the battle fizzled out and entertainment began to run short, an idea occurred to me about how to maximize the wow factor of the few fire crackers that we had left. In no time at all I was setting them off in my back pockets as I ran. It looked pretty funny, somebody was taping it, but I'll be damned if I know where that footage is. Eventually, I graduated from back pockets to the bill of my hat. That looked scarier than it was. It was loud, but I couldn't feel anything but pressure on my hat. The one that really got me was the shirt pocket. The bunker buster popped, burning a whole in the inside lining and outside of the pocket, and singing the small patch of chest hair that I lovingly refer to as my Halflehoff.

After it was all said and done, nobody got hurt. The only casualties of the irresponsible use of explosives were my shirt, hat, pants and Hasselhalf (that's right, I switched the pun around). This doesn't mean that nobody could have gotten hurt. Which brings me to the point of this rambling: don't be stupid.

Mitchell's American Safari

You guessed it right from the headline: I packed up some clothes and a gun, and went on a safari here in the United States. On my safari, I hunted such game as whitetail in Pike county, Illinois, waterfowl in Kansas, and the dreaded Colorado Hippie

I used Google Maps to illustrate my epic trek. Check it out.