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WE HAVE ARRIVED

Well, it has happened. velocache.net is now a fully operational battle station. Prepare yourselves.

Before I digress, which I am known to do, let me start off by giving some credit and handing out some thanks. This would not have happened without you all. You know who you are. Thank you. The new site would not be in existance without Buttars, if you run into him, give him a hug and buy him a beer. HUGE thank yous to the veterans out there who have kept this afloat in times of trouble and triumph...I have personal things to say to you that will have to wait until we have a face to face.

At the pokercache party on September 19 I would really like to take a bit of all of your time and preach a little about "the game". We'll see, I will probably just get drunk and cry a lot.

SO. Go to the site. Familiarize yourself. It is different than the one we play on now but can do all of the things we do now AND MUCH MUCH MORE. You will need to create an account. It is free and always will be for players. I realize some of you have already been in and have looked around but it is time for everyone to come on board. Texting from a phone to the site works. E-mailing too. There is a great forum feature that we can all cache ourselves in as well. This site is still in beta. It is not finished so now is the time to see if we can break it.

For now, play around. Posting "real" caches is not off limits but I think it might serve us better to get really comfortable with the new toy before we go "live". Post pictures of your cats and dogs. Go to the forum and talk about bikes. Have fun.

LOVE to you all. -A. Mortician

Monday, April 20, 2009

more MEET AND GREET pictures

If we were smart we would put this stuff up somewhere else, but we are not. Post em' if ya gottem' kids! There are good ones here, and here too.







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2 comments:

  1. Captain FranApril 20, 2009 at 5:42 PM

    vixen and I are editing the video - we'll post when we are done

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  2. Mr RemarkableApril 20, 2009 at 10:18 PM

    Oh my goodness! What hooligans you all appear to be! I was lucky enough to block out some time from my busy schedule breeding and then crippling leopard frogs for a "challenged" group of youngsters to partake of your moveable liquid feast from behind the lenses of my binocular-glasses. What a mighty chortle I enjoyed at your tomfoolery and blatant disregard for the law that keeps us safe. Any attempt from me to capture your group in photographs was stymied by a constant and confounding motion towards each other in what at first appeared to be an embrace, but was quickly turned to feral rubbing of scent glands and spilling of alcohol upon one another. I was transfixed! My goodness, I remember paying many Gilders in Amsterdam to sit in a dingy theater and watch much the same ritual unfold on a cardboard stage. I had to ready my phone at one of the sex-stops when a group of ruffians dashed across a busy street with no illumination and then began a seige on a neighboring domicile. My goodness! I was frightened for the poor elderly woman's life! Thankfully she has since recovered. I admit to playing the knight in shining armour and bringing to her a pot of tepid Earl Grey and a tin of butter cookies. Late in the evening I was rewarded with a glimpse of pure white skin on a lady of a handsome sort. Not near enough to be discovered, I lurked in shadow, my pants loosened and my numb hand at the ready, for I knew in my heart that it was to be one of "those" nights. (The sordid, hush-hush evenings of my adolescence.) Finally, a boisterous player removed her riding smock and blessed me with mere seconds of (admittedly) blurry flesh. My glasses had been taken from me by a fattened bitch of a squirrel earlier in the eve. Ah! the Stranger. Perhaps one day I will allow myself to join in your debauchery, but for now I remain your whispering eye.

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