Decision ’07 – Crossroads *UPDATE*

January 29, 2009

I recieved the following email today, and wanted to bump and credit this photograph.

Hello,

I just found a photograph taken by used on your blog without credit/permission:   (redacted post updated and bumped-Pup)

The original can be found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/liebermann/580181284/

This picture is protected by a CC license that requires giving credit to me. Flickr also requires a link back to their pages..

Please give due credit or remove the picture.

Best regards

 zeitspuren

crossroads

Photo  by: 

 zeitspuren   (check out his flicker photostream!)

I just replied thusly:

 Zeitspuren,

Thank you for the email, I must apologize for my bad Internet manners.  I love your picture so much!  I meant no offense, and to be totally honest, I was quite intoxicated when I wrote the original post, and was unable to find you again after becoming sober to provide proper credit. 

 I believe I did a yahoo image search for ‘crossroads’ originally, but I could not duplicate the results that lead me to your awesome photograph the first time.  I got no less than 2 different emails requesting information about your photograph, I will reply to them and CC you once I get your permission to continue to use this image on my humble blog.

 How did you find me?  I’m just curious is all.  Please review the changes to the post: 

 https://pupster.wordpress.com/2009/01/29/decision-07-crossroads/

 (I’ve updated and bumped to the top)

 I pledge to immediately and without any hard feelings remove your photograph, or edit it to your satisfaction.  Please forgive me for your trouble. 

 Cheers,

 Pupster

 

Original Post:

Things are unsettled in the Pupster world.  I’m up against some really heavy meat world stuff, my dear pretend internet friends.  I have to make a grown-up type decision and I feel like a fawn in headlights. 

How do you make the tough decisions?  Honest to God, I’ve probably only made two or three of them in my whole life, I usually wait for the circumstances to force my hand, or the murky water to settle and clear.  Wait and see is a sure way for one of my options to go away in this instance.  I might just flip a coin.


Weekend in the Woods

September 27, 2008

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Outdoor Living with Fire and Abandonment

May 25, 2008

I can haz smores?

Mrs. Pupster and the Pupster boys bought me an early Father’s Day present….an Outdoor Fireplace!  After a few rounds of my favorite game:  “Either I’m stupid or these assembly instructions are incomplete”, I put it together and made a spot for it with paving stones in the backyard.  Turns out the instructions were cryptic and I’m stupid.  Double bonus.  The plan was to make S’mores and have a backyard camp-out in the tent. 

Purple Haze - All in my brain

When I got the fire burning well, the fireplace started to smell a bit like hot metal and burning paint, not the sort of thing you want to roast marshmallows over.  We opted for microwaved S’mores and shallow breaths through our noses while gathered around the campfire’s toxic glow. 

Room for 5, Occupancy-1

I set up the tent earlier in the evening, with the Pupster boy’s able and excited assistance.  We stayed up pretty late, but neither boy could sleep in the tent with their nice warm bedrooms just a few steps away, so they both bailed on the camp-out in the middle of the night, and left me snoring and shivering in the tent.  It got down into the low 40’s last night, kinda chilly for late May.   

I had a mild panic attack after waking up alone, cold, stiff, and covered with dew,  but I rushed inside and found them both safe and snoring in their own beds. I decided not to dump a bucket of ice water on their heads at this time.  It’s just too impulsive and haphazard.  This kind of revenge needs planning.


On the Beach and In the Sport Coat

February 26, 2008

Another full day of people trying to sell me their stuff, interesting and informative but I’m not buying.  Anything.    There was a golf outing and a cruise which I neglected to sign up for, preferring to spend my evening on the beach. 

Other than a few hippies trying to roll me back into the bay, it did not suck.  Tonight is the formal dinner for which I bought the sport coat.   

Unflattering picture below the fold.

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My Own Private Florida

February 25, 2008

Last night I overindulged a bit, I met up with my rep for the firm who is springing for this trip, and I couldn’t buy myself or anyone else a thing, every-time I blinked I had a fresh drink in my hand or plate of food in front of me. 

I finally slipped away and went back to my room to put on my swim trunks.  The pool was totally deserted.

So was the hot tub.

It was great.  I’d jump in the pool and swim a lap, then amble over to the hot tub for a soak.  I must have done it for at least an hour, and no other guests intruded on my own private Florida resort. 

Awesome. 


Made It

February 24, 2008

Finally.  The Airport was a fiasco, but I’m here now. 

 I’m going to go check this place out.  In the meantime, here is the view from my window:

Yeah baby
80 degrees, overcast, and freakin’ awesome.
*Update*
I walked around the joint for awhile, it’s alright.
Ehh, it's OK
Main Entrance

It has it’s own private beach.

To keep out the riff raff

They stuck me way back in the private part near the harbor.

I'll be fine.

I’ll just have to make do. 


I’m Outa Here

February 23, 2008

Saturday’s Reality:

Well…this sucks

Sunday’s Forecast:

More Like It

I’ll be in Florida if anyone is looking for me. 

P.S. – Don’t look for me.