I am the 11th great grandson of William Bradford, Gov of Plymouth, who took a ride on a little boat called “Mayflower” back in the day.
My pagan name is:
Hawk Sun Butterfly
Welll… huh, check that shit out.
Daft Punk to score Tr2n.
Neat, we have a hulu channel now:
Learned a bit about my dad’s side of the family. Turns out that Swope and Swopes are, surprisingly, related… (Also Schwab, Swab… same name, which came from the region – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swabia ) So, this is a chunk of my family history…
Not sure where I branch off from, but we do know that we’re among the original settlers of pennsylvania, we settled lancaster county where the amish now live, then moved on to monroe county, west virginia, where there’s a smallish mountain named swope’s knob…
my dad’s mom’s side has a convicted witch, which is kinda neat. She was executed, so that kinda sucks for her.
According to this artist’s conception, apparently she could shoot lighting out of her hands… how badass is that?
Rode down in the elevator with a coworker, Cynthia. She said she thought she heard something about me lately, and had it been my birthday. I said, nope, that’s in November. “What day?”, she asks. 13, I tell her. “Me too!”
So, I get down to my car, and the audiobook I’m listening to comes on… Its Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson… Born Nov 13, 1850.
“Rundel testified earlier this week that he feared for his safety when Dziekanski turned toward the officers clenching the stapler”
Yep, latest taser death is cause the guy wouldn’t give up his red swingline.