reenactorNet: Trust and having one's back

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This would be the blog of one Marshall J. Wise or "Marsh" to my friends -- it's "Marshall" to the company or others of that ilk. Anywho, this be just my thoughts and bloviations on life, reenacting, the world and other thoughtless provoking crap. Yes, I am a reenactor, yes, I own reenactor.Net... Remember: work to live, not live to work.

*(and yes, look up the word bloviate on google)

About Me

Name: Marsh Wise

Location: Chambersburg, Colony of Penna, United States

Hmmm, "about me" huh? It's kind of boring. I'm a truck driver hauling U.S. Mail for a Postal Contractor (I was a manager for them, but it became a misery-fest and I went back to driving—at least NOW I have time off). Reenacting Lessee, I am into reenacting... WWI, WWII and Roman. Doing the first two, I portray a German (no, I don't care one bit if you're offended), in the last, I do a 1st Century Roman impression. I find the Roman Empire fascinating. r.Net I have owned reenactor.Net (the biggest reenactor website on the planet) since 1998 and am constantly trying to make it better (for that, I really need 37 hour days). One good thing about r.Net is it allows me to meet and know a lot of really great and nice people who's knowledge just leaves me floored. How I think... Do you really care about how I think? I'm kind of a dork... If you read the blog, you'll see how I think (or don't think, if you listen to a lot of people).

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Trust and having one's back

Actually, short of my dogs, I really don't have anyone that has my back. My brother maybe, but he lives thousands of miles away. I thought I did here, but not. Hell, I have lots of friends, but non I trust to really get drunk or something w/. Hell, my first WWII event, I got WASTED on beer and moonshine... they really messed w/ me while drunk--guys in my own UNIT did this. It sucked and while I was drunk, they ripped me off, so I won't get that way EVER again at a reenactment. Just can't trust people. And in life, you have friends, but anymore, people are only out for themselves. I get tired of people sitting there and giving me shit. One reason, I prefer dogs--they're loyal and they aren't back-stabbing snake-fuckers like many people nowadays.

In lighter news
My tomato plants actually have some red tomatoes on them... the cherry ones are almost gone though. The peppers got knocked off in a storm my wife says and so, all I have left are some bigger tomatoes. Good enough.

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