Archive for July 16th, 2010


First of all, I’M BACK!

If you tried to get into this website this morning, you may have noticed that it didn’t come up.  Instead there was just a filler page.  Turns out my blog was up for renewal so I had to pay a bill and click a few buttons.   SO glad it’s back up (I was in a royal panic because I thought my blog baby was permanently lost).

Anyway, onwards and upwards with my current entry, which concerns…

A couple small problems with my latest Layla plan.

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You know the one I’m talking about – how I want to make some kind of security breach. Get into a place I don’t belong, leave my calling card, and get out undetected.

The first problem is pretty basic:  I DON”T HAVE ANY TIME!

Pulling off a stunt like that – even in a humble way on my first try – takes some planning.  It means scoping out the environment, checking people’s routines, learning when the place will be open or locked up.

None of this is hard to do.  But finding the time while working full time and generally just having a life means it’ll probably take me a couple weeks to pull off something noteworthy, or at least something worth telling you about.

Then there’s the second problem:  I KNOW PEOPLE WHO’VE ALREADY DONE SOME REALLY COOL SECURITY BREACHES.

And if I want to get any respect from them, I’ve got to top them.

In her comment on my last entry, Hart suggested getting into a country club (Check out her great blog, CONFESSIONS OF A WATERY TART).   That’s a great idea, especially since there are a couple of very snooty and fiendishly expensive ones in the Denver metro area.  The complication?

My brother already did that.  Worse yet, he was only teenager at the time. And he snuck in more times than he could count.

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It was all very innocent.  He and a friend simply treated the golf course as a personal park.  They’d climb over the fence, hang out around the trees where no one could see them, enjoy the scenery and the fact that they were in a place that was off limits.  Being teenage boys, they probably figured they could outrun anyone who might find them.

One day they were hidden by those trees and bushes when a golf ball came bouncing down over the hill and landed near them.  The golfers weren’t yet in sight.  My brother grabbed the ball, ran to the nearest golf hole or whatever it’s called, and dropped the ball into it.  Then he ran back to the hiding place.

Moment later a few men appeared.  They looked everywhere for that ball.  Couldn’t find it.  Finally one of them peered into green’s hole and started shouting for joy.  He’d gotten a hole in one! He couldn’t believe it!  He was ecstatic!  It was the highlight of all his years at the sport!

Of course my brother and his friend stayed out of sight and tried not to laugh too loud.  Hence to this day some poor happy schmuck out there thinks he had a genuine hole in one.  He’s probably still boasting about his feat.

Now do you understand my dilemma?  I have to top a stunt like that.  Damn.