Prof Engineer
Since Jan 18, 2002

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I married FReeper Msdrby on 9/11/03. Take THAT terrorist scum.

AKA electrical wizard.

USAF veteran, I served under Ronaldus Magnus and Bush41.

I'm from California, but have been in TX since 1983. My family thinks I'm nuts to stay here. I think they're nuts to stay there. Detente.

Astronauts have always been my heros. My father photographed me looking at an Apollo 11 moon rock as a child. I treasure that photo. Space lead me to science, which in turn lead me to a career in engineering. No football player, or similar sports figure can do that.

I have had a few computers number crunching for SETI@HOME since 23MAY2001. Look me up under the "FReepers" group as Professional Engineer.

Amateur (ham) Radio is one of my many hobbies. Sort of follows that the SETI search using Radio astronomy would be an interest.

I found the Pirate name link: Bloody Tom Flint

I have a very sweet loveable black Labrador Retriever named Chelsea. I did this to taunt liberals. Now, whenever Chelsea Clinton is brought up, I can say I have a dog named Chelsea!

Chelsea and my step-son (AKA- Spiderboy)

USAF photo from my active duty days

The Hobbit Hole IV – The Road Goes Ever On…
Posted by Corin Stormhands to Prof Engineer
On General Interest 10/14/2003 11:49 AM CDT #31,123 of 31,150

Slow down, you FReep too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and FReepin' groovy
Ba da da da da da da, FReepin' groovy
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USS Constitution homepage

By Oliver Wendell Holmes
September 16, 1830

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon's roar;
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more.

Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the conquered knee;
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!

Oh, better that her shattered bulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!