So, it would probably make some sense if I actually said the reason I've
driven myself to Redstone Arsenal Nine in Huntsville, AL. My second cousin -
David Pierce is getting married to Michelle Rodriguez this Saturday
afternoon of our lord's year two thousand and five (I've always wanted to
say that). Chock up one more wedding for E-Yang.

I'm actually a bit early (that's new...) so here I am in the galley of the
Bicentennial Chapel typing away. I don't feel entirely geeky - there's a
well outfitted man in uniform piddling away on his blackberry as well. My
khaki suit simply pales in comparison. Anyone have an extra congressional
medal of honor lying around?

p.s. The hushed pre-wedding buzz is always so awkward and stiff... multiply
that times five and you can get a sense of what it's like before a military
wedding... on a military base.
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I'm driving to Huntsville, AL and sending a post via phone. Highway 72 South
is ming-bogglingly desolate... The worst part of all this is that I'm
writing this post as I drive. Sheesh.
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It's about 2:45 right now and my lack of productivity has reached a zenith. I think the clincher was when my cousin called a few minutes ago and gave me some details on our upcoming abbreviated trip to West Palm Beach. When I say abbreviated I'm not kidding. I'm going to be there for roughly 50 hours. I might as well leave the sun-tan lotion at home. And if I do end up needing some I'm sure West Palm Beach will have one of these...



...What do you mean you don't have a grandpa store? What kind of place is this?? Do you live in squalor???


(picture actually taken in Atlanta, GA on Buford Highway)

What better way to recover from being sick than driving up to Kentucky at midnight to go see a Moonbow. A Moonbow you ask? Well, that's exactly what I was screaming when my friend called to say they wanted to drive up to Cumberland Falls State Park in Kentucky to go see it. Not to mention, it's a really annoying word to say.

I was skeptical at first... after all a "moonbow" doesn't exactly sound awe-inspiring. Especially when it's midnight and one is trying to catch some shut-eye all the while hopped up on Mucinex and Chloroseptic. Well, I succumed to the pressure (yes, sometimes I'm a pushover. I think I wrote something about this in a previous post...) and off we went. About an hour and a half later my slightly groggy eyes were met with a pretty amazing site.

I took several pictures, but my poor digi-cam couldn't capture the aqueous bravura (whoa, big word). As a matter of fact, there aren't that many pics of a moonbow since it's such a rarely occuring phenomenon. The geek in me will now share with you that this Moonbow is the only one in our hemisphere. The other moonbow occurs at Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe. Additionally it only happens on nights with full moons and little moisture in the air (no humidity in the southeast? surely I jest).

FYI - this picture below was taken from a website I haven't credited - that site is this http://www.2geton.net/martin/moonbow/. Apologies to the photographer if there was any confusion. Though I'm not sure if the e-mail that was sent was called for.



p.s. this is one of those spontaneous - but needs to be planned in advance night time activities that will impress friends even though you act like you don't want them to be

Until recently I thought that I would use Sprint PCS cell phone service until the end of time. They were the providers of the infamous 300-ERIC telephone number after all. Or, until they found out I was still using a $15 cell phone plan (yes, I said $15) grandfathered in from my stint at a previous employer. Well, the latter of the two happened when I received a message from Sprint Business Center saying that I had one week to either switch to a 21st century phone plan or go back to using my rotary dial phone...

Since I recently misplaced my trusty General Electric rotary dial phone I opted with the latter of my two options.

Henceforth, I am a Cingular/AT&T Wireless customer. Why Cingular versus Verizon or, gasp, T-Mobile? Because I wanted to waste my hard-earned money on one of these:



All I can say is the RAZR is tiny. No Zack Morris phone here. By the way, (865)300-ERIC is still, and forever will be my number.

Last night I started feeling a bit ill. It started in the throat and made its way all over throughout the course of the day. Now, it's about 11pm and I feel like utter crap. Oh well, what better way to pass the time than sit in bed and post.

Over the previous weekend I got a chance to spend some good time with a couple of close friends that, frankly, I don't get to spend a lot of time with. As you can see from previous posts my friends have been poppin' out babies like McDonald's and Big Macs so it was without surprise that a "baby" brought us altogether for a nice visit.

I can tell you one thing, it is an odd experience to hold the baby of a friend you've seen done things like:

1. proving a Nalgene bottle is indeed breakable
2. building a 75+ pound shelf to hold a 13" tv and a Nintendo
3. own a translucent pager
4. never drink alcohol, but seen drunk on Nyquil

But, so it was... me standing there, holding Cinthia Kathryn Hurley and smiling at the people and camera like I had the slightest clue what I was doing. Furthermore, I found it captivating that she had the hiccups. Such a simple body function, yet so interesting when seen/felt in a (~)8lb. human. Of course, the hi-lite came for me when I found that Cindi Kate managed to leave me a nice diaper full of feculence during the 5 minutes we shared. I'm sure that will be an marvelously annoying story for her when I recite it 20 or so years from now as a 45 year old annoying Korean nonfamilial uncle type-person. Either way, it was a sweet and malodorous event wrapped up into one tiny package. I couldn't have asked for more.



Anyway, somehow I meant for this post to be out the past weekend and I've digressed. Must be the sore-throat elixir calling me to sleep... alas, I will forge on. Oregon Trail style.

Some of the boys got a chance to play some Frisbee golf (an old college pasttime) and must say it was a good time. For roughly 2.0 hours I felt like we were still sophomores in college wasting time with frisbee golf, consuming copious amounts of 99 cent burgers, and late nights playing video games or tormenting each other. Sans the copious amounts of 99 cent burgers and late nights playing video games or tormenting each other. I could only imagine what fun it would have been had we had consumed copious amounts of 99 cent burgres and a late night of video games and tormenting each other.



It wasn't until after the games were over and all my friends were murmuring things about "crap, I've gotta go... the wife's waiting" or "uh oh, it's getting late (@ 8:30pm no less)" that I realized WOW these friends o' mine really are in different places than I am. Of course, I had a similar revelation when my friend Chris' baby defecated in my arms. Oh, and probably had a similar consummation after my participation in the 20th or so wedding. But those stories aren't nearly as sappy (or current in my memory).

Well, what did I do that night? I pretty much went home, called my girl/friend, osculated and told her that she needed to hold me until I fell asleep. Yeah yeah, I know... cry me a river. Us boys have weaknesses too you know. Perhaps I shouldn't have shared that much information with the general public, but I've had 15 squirts too much of Chloroseptic and am feeling slightly vulnerable here on my bed (pictured in some previous post in case you need visual actualization).

Life has been good to me lately. It also seems to have been good to a lot of my friends who all seem to be on the right track towards having a helluva good life. I think that's worth jumping for...



I'm about to pass out, so have a goodnight...

You've come a long way Will Acker...

So, either it's the Centrum Silver I've been mistakenly* taking that's making me feel old or the fact that another one of my friends had a baby. Everyone, meet William Cade Acker. Son of my friend William Joseph Acker and his wife Angela**. Uncle Yang is going to have a busy Christmas season this year.



* - No, I did not realize it was for ages 50+, but I sure as heck do now.
** - Also my friend (wink)