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Website: http://www.flynntaggart.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/FlyTags

Blog, Inc.

I've incorporated this blog with my FlynnTaggart.com blog. All my posts will now be occurring over on that website. So, be sure to bookmark it! This link should help you out...

http://www.flynntaggart.com

I've done this because I'm tired of relying on Blogger's spotty service. It seems that half the time when I feel like posting something, the website is down for maintenance, or running slowly, or I end up getting SQL errors. It doesn't happen all the time, but frequently enough to be noticeable. Now I'll be able to run my personal blog off my own web server, which is far more reliable.

See you over on the new blog!

Above The Law

It's not just a Steven Seagal movie anymore. I think it applies to most of my local police force as well. For those of you that aren't New Yorkers, our state has a law against cell phone use while driving. The law basically states that you can't be holding a cell phone to your ear while driving. You can use a hands-free headset or something to that effect, but that's about it.

So, can someone please tell me why my local police officers are driving around yacking into their cell phones? Aren't these guys supposed to be setting an example to the general public? Not that I'm surprised. Over the last ten years, most of the old-school cops have retired or moved on, while the fresh recruits from the academy have taken over operations. The result is a bunch of vigilantes who think they are The Law roaming around on the streets.

Alright, perhaps I should quit this post before I get really fired up about it. Urgh... Man, these bozos just tick me off.

Living The Dream

Anyone who's acquainted with me knows about my infatuation with the Ford Mustang. I've loved these cars for years. After seeing the Nicolas Cage version of "Gone In 60 Seconds," which included a 1967 Shelby Mustang, that love of Mustangs has been put into overdrive (car pun intended).

Almost two years ago, I purchased a Honda Civic. A mere two months later, Ford released the Mustang redesign for '05. The one that's styled after the classic look of the 60's. D'oh! Since then, I've been biding my time, saving my money, increasing the equity in my Civic...

... and now I own one. I purchased a torch red 2006 Ford Mustang this past Monday. I am now living the dream, folks. It's all downhill from here. I haven't taken any pictures of my car yet, thanks to the rainy weather we've been having, but here's an exact replica of my car:

Dreams on an Epic Scale

Interestingly enough, my last two blog posts were exactly 12 hours apart. That was completely unintentional. Anyway, to sum up my last post, I did end up falling asleep last night around 1:30am. That's pretty darn late for me.

The caffeine must've still been in my system while I slept last night, because I had some awfully bizarre dreams. In one dream, I was sword fighting a group of elves. I'm talking the "Lord of the Rings" style elves. Not Santa's helpers. I don't remember much of that particular dream, but I'm pretty sure I had Fantasy on the brain last night, as I had a totally separate and equally bizarre dream...

I was back in high school, on the last day of classes before graduation. My backpack was slung over my right shoulder and I was carrying a laptop under my opposite arm. When I reached my locker, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my locker combination, so I had to meet with my homeroom teacher to get it back. Since it was between classes, I poked my head in and explained the situation. Even though it was supposedly my senior year, he acted as if he hadn't seen me in years and we began talking about random stuff that I don't recall.

While talking to him, my backpack was stolen off my shoulder and my laptop ripped from my arms. When I turned around, nobody was there. My homeroom teacher started a search of the room, but my stuff wasn't turning up. Yet, somehow, I knew who took it. Vowing revenge, I start banding together an army of students as I walk down the school hallways. I drag my posse out to the football field, where a group of disheveled angry students are waiting for me.

I notice that I'm completely outnumbered and I also get the distinct feeling that these thieving students want me dead. Both sides line up (Braveheart style) and then run into each other. Pandemonium is unleashed as hand-to-hand fighting begins. I'm standing near the back, giving orders, but it becomes apparent that my group of students are being overwhelmed. The evil thieves are breaking through my lines and coming straight for me.

At this point, I say to myself, "Okay, this is my dream. I can do anything I want." When the first of the students reach me, I bust out some crazy kung-fu moves. I'm taking down multiple opponents at once with ease. I'm dodging punches, weaving to avoid kicks, and flipping the people who grapple with me.

And then I woke up. Damn it. This always happens at the good parts. The moral of this story? Drink coffee a few hours before you go to bed for really cool, lucid dreaming.