Post by El Crab on Feb 15, 2011 4:28:52 GMT -6
Its good to be back, its good to be back.
Some of you know me, some of you don't. Just thought I'd say hi again, after quite a hiatus from reasonable discourse with all of you on the ol' google machine.
For those who don't know me (or have forgotten)...
And... CUT!
Still El Crab. Still don't speak Spanish. No longer 27, but 32 now, and will be for a bit longer. I live in Reno, Nevada presently, which is 10 hours southeast of Portland. Or 7 hours, if I'm the one driving.
All still true. No reason to add anything.
Ah, to be young and ambitious again. I've still only been to Little Big Horn the one time, but what a time it was. Though due to a laptop crash and some suspect backups, I can't seem to find my pix. It makes me sad, but I've not given up hope that the CD I burned is not still somewhere... hiding... waiting to strike. Or something. But the pix are not on my flash drive, nor are they on my fiancee's laptop, as they once were.
Golf is still an obsession. I did indeed turn professional in August 2007.
Formula One, not so much. I no longer stay up all night to watch races live. Heck, I've even been known to check the results and skip watching the DVR'd coverage. I blame Honda for this, having pulled out of the sport. Right before their car won both World Championships. With a different engine. Because, again, they pulled out.
I did move to Reno, June 2006. And I'm glad I did for at least one reason.
Oh, the engine rebuild. Sadly, sold it. Miss it. Will be spending more money just to get essentially the same engine back. Oh well.
Oh, what a paltry sum 240 is. My dvd collection is easily over 500 titles now, not to mention the Netflix account I now share with my love.
Haven't been in a cage, being looked over by large predatory fish as of yet. But someday.
Still true.
So that's mostly still me. Though to update...
I'm Scott. 32 years young. Golf pro. Live in Reno. I'm now engaged to the most amazing girl I could ever hope for. A beautiful redhead. She 21 years young, goes to school at the University of Nevada, works at the art museum and is just a doll. She's shown interest in the Little Big Horn, so I plan on getting her started down that road soon. We'll see if it takes. I'm sure it will, maybe not in an obsessive way, but at least as a hobby. So far she's taken to everything else wonderful in this world that I've introduced her to.
Anyway, that's it. That's me.
Some of you know me, some of you don't. Just thought I'd say hi again, after quite a hiatus from reasonable discourse with all of you on the ol' google machine.
For those who don't know me (or have forgotten)...
Hello. I am El Crab, which is Spanish for "The Crab", of course. I don't actually speak Spanish, except when I try to remember my French. I'm 27 and I live in Tigard, Oregon, which is 20 minutes west of Portland.
And... CUT!
Still El Crab. Still don't speak Spanish. No longer 27, but 32 now, and will be for a bit longer. I live in Reno, Nevada presently, which is 10 hours southeast of Portland. Or 7 hours, if I'm the one driving.
I first discovered the great hobby of Custer and the Little Big Horn when I was reading my mom's Nat'l Geographic on the Titanic. I had never read the article, and was bored one day. After completing that article, I looked at the table of contents and saw the "Ghosts on the Little Bighorn(sic)" title. Being intrigued by ghosts, I took a gander. I was hooked at that point. I actually was a bit uneasy about sleeping that night, as that article really played up the terror aspect of the fight. Needless to say, it was on my mind all evening.
I was already an avid reader, and made weekly trips to the library. Armed with my new obsession, I got my hands on anything and everything Custer related. And I wanted to go to the field, but I wasn't even yet able to operate a motor vehicle.
Fast forward about 15 years, and a thought suddenly dawned on me: I own a car, I have money, I have time. I decided I was going to the field, and planned for spring of 2004. Lucky for me, BubbaBod and his pals quit another board, and I emailed one of them to find out where they went. I was told they were emailing each other, and I weaseled my way in. When I heard they were going to the field with Fox, I again used my rodent-like skills and got an invite. I don't think I've had more fun in my life.
I was already an avid reader, and made weekly trips to the library. Armed with my new obsession, I got my hands on anything and everything Custer related. And I wanted to go to the field, but I wasn't even yet able to operate a motor vehicle.
Fast forward about 15 years, and a thought suddenly dawned on me: I own a car, I have money, I have time. I decided I was going to the field, and planned for spring of 2004. Lucky for me, BubbaBod and his pals quit another board, and I emailed one of them to find out where they went. I was told they were emailing each other, and I weaseled my way in. When I heard they were going to the field with Fox, I again used my rodent-like skills and got an invite. I don't think I've had more fun in my life.
All still true. No reason to add anything.
I am working on getting there this year for the 130th. I really want to go back. The logical side of my brain thinks it silly, since its just a battlefield with some markers. Well, not really, but I've been there recently and I can always look at my pix and read more about it. So why do I want to go back so desperately?
Ah, to be young and ambitious again. I've still only been to Little Big Horn the one time, but what a time it was. Though due to a laptop crash and some suspect backups, I can't seem to find my pix. It makes me sad, but I've not given up hope that the CD I burned is not still somewhere... hiding... waiting to strike. Or something. But the pix are not on my flash drive, nor are they on my fiancee's laptop, as they once were.
As for my other interests, I have three other obsessions. Golf, Formula One racing and cars. I hope to someday turn pro at golf (I'm probably moving to Reno for the summer to play as much as I can), I stay up until 8 in the morning on race days so I can watch the F1 races live. And I've rebuilt my car and my engine once each, and am in the process of another engine rebuild.
Golf is still an obsession. I did indeed turn professional in August 2007.
Formula One, not so much. I no longer stay up all night to watch races live. Heck, I've even been known to check the results and skip watching the DVR'd coverage. I blame Honda for this, having pulled out of the sport. Right before their car won both World Championships. With a different engine. Because, again, they pulled out.
I did move to Reno, June 2006. And I'm glad I did for at least one reason.
Oh, the engine rebuild. Sadly, sold it. Miss it. Will be spending more money just to get essentially the same engine back. Oh well.
Oh, and movies. I'm obsessed with movies, and presently own over 240 DVDs. And sharks and the Civil War, which were supplanted by Custer and his demise as my number one interests. One day I am going to get into one of those cages and be surrounded by 18 foot Great White Sharks. Its my other dream.
Oh, what a paltry sum 240 is. My dvd collection is easily over 500 titles now, not to mention the Netflix account I now share with my love.
Haven't been in a cage, being looked over by large predatory fish as of yet. But someday.
I also draw and write in my spare time, and used to dabble in websites when I had a race team called Dancing Crab Racing.
Still true.
Anyway, that's me in a nutshell. I'm also pleased about how this board has so far avoided the problems most other forums I've been a part of have had.
So that's mostly still me. Though to update...
I'm Scott. 32 years young. Golf pro. Live in Reno. I'm now engaged to the most amazing girl I could ever hope for. A beautiful redhead. She 21 years young, goes to school at the University of Nevada, works at the art museum and is just a doll. She's shown interest in the Little Big Horn, so I plan on getting her started down that road soon. We'll see if it takes. I'm sure it will, maybe not in an obsessive way, but at least as a hobby. So far she's taken to everything else wonderful in this world that I've introduced her to.
Anyway, that's it. That's me.