Bster13 wrote:*cough* Timber! *cough*
Of course I dish it out and take a ton of it, heck I even enjoy making others laugh by making fun of myself (my mom was a big subject last year at the WCT) .....but if it's unwanted, or the person isn't aware, not cool. That's all.
Sir Sharpe, are you aware of the "weenie incident" from last year...?
The caption of course is to make light of the unfortunate situation you see presented in the graphic. In no way was the this eventual outcome planned or in any way intended in jest at the expense of my good friend Bster.
The truth of the matter is that it is actually an extremely freak combination of events occurring at the same moment in time.
Allow me to elaborate.
Bster, who I have met on more than one occasion, and was quick to befriend due to our mutual appreciations in life, is an individual I have the highest respect for.
At the time just before the photo was taken Bster was enlightening the group on a multitude of aspects pertaining to the accelerations and temporary gravity well affects of volatile particle combination, pertaining specifically to the field of quantum physics, and the resultant possible impacts on revolutionary non-metallic gravitational compounds. In laymans terms, low surface proximity ferro-plastic adhesives. He is quite the speaker if you did not know.
I, in my typical clumsy manner, was trying to prepare a final snack for myself before I turned in for the night. Being one of the older participants in the group on this particular night, I just didn't have the physical and mental fortitude to keep up with my fellow adventurers. So, I turned away from my cooler of food, a single hotdog in hand, to attempt a fire lit search of my surroundings for a stick with which to suspend my weenie over the toasty fire. I am not a graceful fellow. The treacherous winter conditions that evening are evident in the picture above. Snow was falling, the temperatures were below zero, and the ground was slick with hard packed ice and snow.
Unfortunately, I could not prevent the consequences of my own ineptitude combined with these slippery conditions. Yep,...I was in the process of falling on my ass.
NFA on the other hand had quietly begun organizing his gear in preparation for leaving the next morning. At the time of this incident he happened to be packing his camera away in a ziplock bag for safe keeping, but unfortunately his mitten gloved hands were being uncooperative with the tiny ziplock seal. In his fumblings the camera snapped off what you can clearly see is a terrible photo, with no fore-thought of framing, focus, or any indication of control.
Now Bster, being the selfless hero he is, did I mention he donates $1000 to that animal shelter every year, no? Regardless, Bster had brought his A-game as usual, and being such a good friend had been watching out for me throughout his engaging discussion. Sensing my lack of sound footing he rapidly dove to my aid from his camp chair and deftly attempted to apply what I can only possibly guess was some kind of Shaolin Kung-fu-esque Tai chi leg locking technique to my right knee, and save me from embarrassment.
His swift action was blindingly fast, but even in his undoubtable years of experience he was not faster than the flash of light from NFA's camera. Bster's technique was flawless i'm sure, but the glare of the flash was just enough to distract the most hardened of true masters, and instead my clumsy fall continued unabated.
The carnage that ensued, after the flash of freakish timing occurred, shall not be recounted by those who experienced it. It was truely unpleasant to witness, let alone share. But know this....
Without noble heros like Bster to educate, inspire, and protect us from ourselves, this world would be a far harsher place to live.