Wednesday, December 07, 2005
girls are nice!
Expensive these daze but still kinda nice. I'd kinda like one!
1943 Guide to Hiring Women
LOL! Is that the sound of the Italian switchblade I hear opening?!! Most of you who might accidentally read this will be far too young to recall World War 2. Indeed (GR is pretty cool regardless of his taste in puppies! ;o), I'm too young. Not so young due to parent, grandparents, a big box of uncles, crazy old aviators, and lots of mentors, especially a couple of fantastically good profs in college. Plus an OSS agent, a OSS-then-CIA fella (I always wonder if if he knew I knew his history?! Finestkindof patriot).
Sleety outside. Mizzable. Got the SpoiledOne ® inside. Well-fed, raised a bit of hell 15 minutes ago (the odd scampering sound is probably being digested). Obviously if the 100% precipitation prediction is correct and the sorrysoggys are as specified, I just might have to light up a wood burner. Too damned warm for snow, foot-soaking, piss-ant yuck weather. Been thinkin' if it ought to be a good year to put up another Christmas tree. I've had a couple picked out for the last few years, just thinning some serious overgrowth that has needed the touch of the chainsaw for years. One absolutely has to get removed before my mail service gets plugged. Kinda nice having that old comfort sitting over there where 4 stacks of wore-out trade journals now occupy. Old parallel wired lights, some old ornaments, friendly memories of folk past but not forgotten... Besides, Christmas trees are awful pretty!
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It's gonna be a heavy rock night. Got the old turntable cleared, found my disk brush, made up a batch of cleaning solution, and intend to copy vinyl to CD with some good old stuff. Zep, Cream, and maybe some Redbone. Then see if I can get Rima to duet with me in a Night Howl in the rain.
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Since those that might read this have already heard of the Columbian asshat that got his sorry ass shot dead (frangible .45, hope it was a gut shot), isn't that one of the nicest pieces of nooz you'ver heard for a while? The link from Drudge makes a comment that his wife said he was mentally unstable. Medellin, Colombia to Orlando? Gee. Wonder what was in the cargo hold? Mentally unstable? Probably another shipment to the boyz in Boston, California, and Vermont where braindeadness reigns in all the votes. I don't necessarily agree with what Rivrdog said, rather hope he is wrong. With the local population something around 30% (verified) illegal alien and the crime rate now actually exceeding Washington, D.C., the welfare "system" saturated, something will have to give someday. Donno. Due to my desire to continue sucking air, 2 lines are omitted. Nothing special, known all over the place, just not wise to post such when the boyz from Columbia show up on the visitors part of a vanity blog.
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DAMN it's nasty outside! Just went out to collect the laundry from the electric dryer and pick a lemon, goddam that was mizzable. Miss SpoiledOne ® decided I needed supervision. The gal that seriously resists inside almost caused me to take a faceplant on her way back in! Damn smart pooch! Filthy, nasty night. Soak-it-up-thru-yer-feet, blow it outa yer nose stuff. Gimme 20 below, fresh snow, and no wind. No sun until Saturday.
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For fun and games, don't give yer giant beagle the doctored-up leftover red beans and rice if she is to spend the night in the same room. Rough.
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1943 Guide to Hiring Women
LOL! Is that the sound of the Italian switchblade I hear opening?!! Most of you who might accidentally read this will be far too young to recall World War 2. Indeed (GR is pretty cool regardless of his taste in puppies! ;o), I'm too young. Not so young due to parent, grandparents, a big box of uncles, crazy old aviators, and lots of mentors, especially a couple of fantastically good profs in college. Plus an OSS agent, a OSS-then-CIA fella (I always wonder if if he knew I knew his history?! Finestkindof patriot).
Sleety outside. Mizzable. Got the SpoiledOne ® inside. Well-fed, raised a bit of hell 15 minutes ago (the odd scampering sound is probably being digested). Obviously if the 100% precipitation prediction is correct and the sorrysoggys are as specified, I just might have to light up a wood burner. Too damned warm for snow, foot-soaking, piss-ant yuck weather. Been thinkin' if it ought to be a good year to put up another Christmas tree. I've had a couple picked out for the last few years, just thinning some serious overgrowth that has needed the touch of the chainsaw for years. One absolutely has to get removed before my mail service gets plugged. Kinda nice having that old comfort sitting over there where 4 stacks of wore-out trade journals now occupy. Old parallel wired lights, some old ornaments, friendly memories of folk past but not forgotten... Besides, Christmas trees are awful pretty!
* * * * * *
It's gonna be a heavy rock night. Got the old turntable cleared, found my disk brush, made up a batch of cleaning solution, and intend to copy vinyl to CD with some good old stuff. Zep, Cream, and maybe some Redbone. Then see if I can get Rima to duet with me in a Night Howl in the rain.
* * * * * *
Since those that might read this have already heard of the Columbian asshat that got his sorry ass shot dead (frangible .45, hope it was a gut shot), isn't that one of the nicest pieces of nooz you'ver heard for a while? The link from Drudge makes a comment that his wife said he was mentally unstable. Medellin, Colombia to Orlando? Gee. Wonder what was in the cargo hold? Mentally unstable? Probably another shipment to the boyz in Boston, California, and Vermont where braindeadness reigns in all the votes. I don't necessarily agree with what Rivrdog said, rather hope he is wrong. With the local population something around 30% (verified) illegal alien and the crime rate now actually exceeding Washington, D.C., the welfare "system" saturated, something will have to give someday. Donno. Due to my desire to continue sucking air, 2 lines are omitted. Nothing special, known all over the place, just not wise to post such when the boyz from Columbia show up on the visitors part of a vanity blog.
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DAMN it's nasty outside! Just went out to collect the laundry from the electric dryer and pick a lemon, goddam that was mizzable. Miss SpoiledOne ® decided I needed supervision. The gal that seriously resists inside almost caused me to take a faceplant on her way back in! Damn smart pooch! Filthy, nasty night. Soak-it-up-thru-yer-feet, blow it outa yer nose stuff. Gimme 20 below, fresh snow, and no wind. No sun until Saturday.
* * * * * *
For fun and games, don't give yer giant beagle the doctored-up leftover red beans and rice if she is to spend the night in the same room. Rough.
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