Tuesday, January 31, 2006
red sky at night
sailor's delight.
Getting a bit nippish this eve. Finished the day's tasks, came back in with Mz. Shitferbrains ignoring my request she not do such (typical), proceeded with the daily shut-down routine. Counter clockwise. First, turn off the power to the shop. Breaker panel in the pantry. Then to the utility room to pick out a frozen bit of meat to toss in the sink for supper. Turn on the Bunn for a cuppa joe. Sit in The Chair and check the itchy spots. Remove ticks. Growl ominously at Mz. SFB when she wants to help removing tick on butt. Use the Steve H. roach cannon to soak pads of toilet paper to put on holes left by former Florida State Birds. Mz. Lardbutt retreats from the smell.
Just a calm and gentle evening. Fired up the wood stove with bits of a hurricane '04 tree to nip the nippish, turned on this box and scanned the news sites. Came up with the same conclusion.
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Did you watch the State of the Union speech? Some parts were mediumly interesting. Other parts had me taking out the socks I wore for 3 days and washing them in the kitchen sink rather than waiting until there was a load for the machine. GWB with all his expected and un-expected flaws is the second-best prez in my lifetime. Can you possibly conceive of a prez Gore or a prez Kerry? **shudder!**
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Did you come back here for enlightenment? Not bloody likely. I've none. For that you have to go to Pat's site. She is the finestkind and also doesn't take prisoners. I'm a loyal reader and her thoughts spend a lot of mulling time whilst driving nails and trying to be smarter than a paint brush.
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Ending shot. Go and think about it.
mizz Cora (1954)
Blacks will never lose their sense of victimization. If they did, the Democratic Party would be out of business and that would be totally unacceptable. Blacks have to be kept by their dimo overlords. Fed, watered, medicated, and told how poor, stoopid, and functionless they are for as many generations as it takes the few who know the truth to die off. For us antique libertarians, we have nothing. Fuck the "Libertarian" "do dope" dingbats. 'tis true the drug laws are idiotarian and these folk have a lot to say. I'm not a big fan of BoingBoing but the link came from there. There is much sadness in the heavy drug culture of Southern blacks, the lack of what is now the Mexican work ethic (hiding from the INS is only part of it), and the dependancy of 60% on welfare, 27% (local) on drug dealing, the rest being real people. The real blacks are in pure horror of what the rest have become. Yes, they keep trying and they are finestkind. Welfare (i.e., the "Great Society") has fucked folk "of color" royally. Damn. Martin Luther King was no saint but he had a few really good rants up and in public. Had he not been shot he would have eventually been recognized for what he was; another race-baiter. The 'souf was (my 'souf, Mobile and Baldwin county) fully integrated back when I was a sprout. Not perfectly. A shit-load better than now 50 years later. There is still hope.
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Prez. Carter's Attorney General Ramsey Clark was his choice to become a "supreme". Jeez. I'd have preferred Madelene Murrey O'Hare. Poor Jimmah. Too damn dum to do much other than Ros told him. She's good. His mama was good. 'soufren wimmin of the not bright type. Not nationally good, jus' good folk. Poor Jimmah, he didn't have a brain in his little peanut head 'bout de nation. Dem rabbit and de doodle 'bout da Shah. He didn't know diddle about what Palavi had accomplished reducing the idiocy of muslim fundimentalism all those years prior. Jimmy Carter is a true, card-carrying dolt. NPP? Jesus H. Fornication. Find ONE item during his reign (Carter) that is worth more than explosive diarrhea. NOTHING that useless critter did was even the smallest part useful. He only got to be prez due to his braindead wuss competition air-head Ford. I voted for Pat Paulson that year. Damn-sight better than Jimmah or Gerald. Islamoshit contries require full deprogramming. There may be some radioactive fallout.
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Too chilly so far this morning to use the goodies purchased yesterday. Planned on a cool morning. Got decently drunk last night with pharm grade ethanol. Lardbutt Rimasaurus was sooo happy on my 4 hour return from the Big City that I had to crank the window down to free her right front paw. Sloppy. Normally I crank the window up after passing the mailbox. She's still of the firm belief that I'm going to bring her another puppy. I will. Just not right now. Puppies come over in the buggy in case you need a de-crypt.
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Nigh-on noon. 2 morning tasks are in form, useful format. They will need work. Deliberation. No time estimate (foolish thought). After noon is a job that could benefit from a band saw. Can it be done with my sorry-ass jigsaw? Nope. Hand job. Will be done with the saw my first former wife bought me as a Valentine's present when Jesus was denigrating Judas. 40 inches of 1 1/4" heart cypress saw job. Bring drugs.
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It's hell getting old. My field. Too late.
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Prez. Carter's Attorney General Ramsey Clark was his choice to become a "supreme". Jeez. I'd have preferred Madelene Murrey O'Hare. Poor Jimmah. Too damn dum to do much other than Ros told him. She's good. His mama was good. 'soufren wimmin of the not bright type. Not nationally good, jus' good folk. Poor Jimmah, he didn't have a brain in his little peanut head 'bout de nation. Dem rabbit and de doodle 'bout da Shah. He didn't know diddle about what Palavi had accomplished reducing the idiocy of muslim fundimentalism all those years prior. Jimmy Carter is a true, card-carrying dolt. NPP? Jesus H. Fornication. Find ONE item during his reign (Carter) that is worth more than explosive diarrhea. NOTHING that useless critter did was even the smallest part useful. He only got to be prez due to his braindead wuss competition air-head Ford. I voted for Pat Paulson that year. Damn-sight better than Jimmah or Gerald. Islamoshit contries require full deprogramming. There may be some radioactive fallout.
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Too chilly so far this morning to use the goodies purchased yesterday. Planned on a cool morning. Got decently drunk last night with pharm grade ethanol. Lardbutt Rimasaurus was sooo happy on my 4 hour return from the Big City that I had to crank the window down to free her right front paw. Sloppy. Normally I crank the window up after passing the mailbox. She's still of the firm belief that I'm going to bring her another puppy. I will. Just not right now. Puppies come over in the buggy in case you need a de-crypt.
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Nigh-on noon. 2 morning tasks are in form, useful format. They will need work. Deliberation. No time estimate (foolish thought). After noon is a job that could benefit from a band saw. Can it be done with my sorry-ass jigsaw? Nope. Hand job. Will be done with the saw my first former wife bought me as a Valentine's present when Jesus was denigrating Judas. 40 inches of 1 1/4" heart cypress saw job. Bring drugs.
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It's hell getting old. My field. Too late.
Monday, January 30, 2006
red sky in the morning
sailor's warning.
It's been delightfully drizzly for the last couple of days. Not enough to do much with the fire danger for us little woodland critters, the forest undercover still sounds like walking on a six inch layer of corn flakes.
Yeah, I've been off of the 'puter for a while. Just been sooo busy, using the decent January weather to go all Eveready Bunny on a big back-up of stuff on the round toit list. Infrastructure stuff. The last couple of week's worth of "stuff" shows so little and helps so much. Two of the items should have been done at least four years ago, woulda saved me endess tedium and a 3rd would have made a big difference in the quality of a old project. The problem with going all commando on such is that my day which normally begins at 4:30 AM winds up with a shoddy meal shortly after sunset followed by a deep coma until the next 4:30 AM! Night before last I had finished my meal of a couple of burritos made from a batch bubbled up 3 days prior and I wanted to watch a teevee show. Last thing recalled was the clock on the wall registering 8:07 PM. Next thing was the need to pee at three. Don't know what the show was but it'll probably be re-run.
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**sigh** Hamas winning the election is sooo not news. Islam is a serious mental disease and elections just allow it to grow on the Petri dish. Foul, filthy generation-spanning nastiness. There really is no hope for those infected by the islamoshit disease. Too bad it is transferred to young 'uns that would otherwise have a sense of humor and proportion. Instant lifetime hate. Must really be a bum way to live one's life prior to the glory of the bomb belt. Have you ever read the The Covenant of the Islamic Resistance Movement (Hamas)? Quite interesting. I got a kick out of Article 33:
Fun people those. Keep in mind every penny sent to prop up Hamas is a penny that will be spent killing non-islamicysts (sp intentional)
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This is worth the tiny download:
It's In The Koran
You'll probably want to watch as well as listen.
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Huh? Gee. Who'd a thunk sumthin' like that?
Iraq's WMD Secreted in Syria, Sada Says
Interesting. Did Ed put himself out on a limb?
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The following link is in 4 parts with a total of about 100 MB and is not for the faint-hearted. I don't recommend it.
Saddam’s Crimes Against Humanity
I really don't recommend it.
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Changing subjects to something sane (kinda ;o), GuyK is writing about coffee cups. I like mine. BTW, I WAS a titty-baby. ...hard to get over. Some puppies are hard to wean! Want the whole story about this mug? ;o) Two folk likely to read this can likely surmise, the other reader can ask her 87 year old mother (who didn't nurse her).
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Life is a lot of fun even if one has to lean on a cane every now and then. Fulla good folk and kids that smile. I like that just a whole bunch.
It's been delightfully drizzly for the last couple of days. Not enough to do much with the fire danger for us little woodland critters, the forest undercover still sounds like walking on a six inch layer of corn flakes.
Yeah, I've been off of the 'puter for a while. Just been sooo busy, using the decent January weather to go all Eveready Bunny on a big back-up of stuff on the round toit list. Infrastructure stuff. The last couple of week's worth of "stuff" shows so little and helps so much. Two of the items should have been done at least four years ago, woulda saved me endess tedium and a 3rd would have made a big difference in the quality of a old project. The problem with going all commando on such is that my day which normally begins at 4:30 AM winds up with a shoddy meal shortly after sunset followed by a deep coma until the next 4:30 AM! Night before last I had finished my meal of a couple of burritos made from a batch bubbled up 3 days prior and I wanted to watch a teevee show. Last thing recalled was the clock on the wall registering 8:07 PM. Next thing was the need to pee at three. Don't know what the show was but it'll probably be re-run.
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**sigh** Hamas winning the election is sooo not news. Islam is a serious mental disease and elections just allow it to grow on the Petri dish. Foul, filthy generation-spanning nastiness. There really is no hope for those infected by the islamoshit disease. Too bad it is transferred to young 'uns that would otherwise have a sense of humor and proportion. Instant lifetime hate. Must really be a bum way to live one's life prior to the glory of the bomb belt. Have you ever read the The Covenant of the Islamic Resistance Movement (Hamas)? Quite interesting. I got a kick out of Article 33:
The Islamic Resistance Movement, being based on the common coordinated and interdependent conceptions of the laws of the universe, and flowing in the stream of destiny in confronting and fighting the enemies in defence of the Moslems and Islamic civilization and sacred sites, the first among which is the Aqsa Mosque, urges the Arab and Islamic peoples, their governments, popular and official groupings, to fear Allah where their view of the Islamic Resistance Movement and their dealings with it are concerned. They should back and support it, as Allah wants them to, extending to it more and more funds till Allah's purpose is achieved when ranks will close up, fighters join other fighters and masses everywhere in the Islamic world will come forward in response to the call of duty while loudly proclaiming: Hail to Jihad. Their cry will reach the heavens and will go on being resounded until liberation is achieved, the invaders vanquished and Allah's victory comes about.
"And Allah will certainly assist him who shall be on his side: for Allah is strong and mighty." (The Pilgrimage - verse 40).
Fun people those. Keep in mind every penny sent to prop up Hamas is a penny that will be spent killing non-islamicysts (sp intentional)
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This is worth the tiny download:
It's In The Koran
You'll probably want to watch as well as listen.
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Huh? Gee. Who'd a thunk sumthin' like that?
Iraq's WMD Secreted in Syria, Sada Says
Interesting. Did Ed put himself out on a limb?
Waging a War to Protect Our Values
By Ed Koch
Bin Laden’s number one operative, Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, has chillingly summed up the ultimate objective of al-Qaeda and other Islamic terrorists leading the war on Western civilization. He recently inveighed, “I vow by the One who raised the seven layers to Heaven (i.e. Allah) and who has beheaded tyrants that the leader of America has been thoroughly humiliated. Our heroes have defended this place. They have entered legend. Killing the infidels [Christians, Jews, Hindus, etc.] is our religion, slaughtering them is our religion, until they convert to Islam or pay us tribute.” [snip]
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The following link is in 4 parts with a total of about 100 MB and is not for the faint-hearted. I don't recommend it.
Saddam’s Crimes Against Humanity
I really don't recommend it.
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Changing subjects to something sane (kinda ;o), GuyK is writing about coffee cups. I like mine. BTW, I WAS a titty-baby. ...hard to get over. Some puppies are hard to wean! Want the whole story about this mug? ;o) Two folk likely to read this can likely surmise, the other reader can ask her 87 year old mother (who didn't nurse her).
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Life is a lot of fun even if one has to lean on a cane every now and then. Fulla good folk and kids that smile. I like that just a whole bunch.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Jack Bauer works for John Bolton's Moustache
Been at it, kinda disappointed myself Monday. Couldn't get the gears to mesh just right. Tuesday was one sigma under pretty good, finally had to make the run into town after delaying it for a couple of weeks. There's plenty of beans and rice, enough ammo to murder lots of little woodland creatures for protein, and obviously lots of bark and roots except I occasionally like fresh veges, fruit, and flour to make bread. Didn't make 3 stops on the list as I was expected to help with a concrete pouring project at 1:30. It has been many years (read decades, hard to forget building the swamp hole!) and the little job got done satisfactorily. Sunday the walls start to go up and since it's going to be a log cabin workshop, I plan on lending my poor services to the construction! Undoubtably that will prove more amusing than what is presently occupying my time. Got to be done. Since it will be around 23 degrees at dawn, won't be a problem keeping my nose on the drafting table.
GuyK has been posting a bunch of photos lately and I got a kick out of the Ellen shot. So much that I had to go root this one out of a old file.
I wonder if they are "sanitized for your protection"?
Interesting.
Dereliction Of Duty:
The Constitutional Record of President Clinton
From Denny a couple of years ago. Also interesting.
Bush Is Hitler
I got a kick out of the Teddy the Swimmer, Upchuckie, and Bidet show last week. Good lord, it must be absolutely humiliating to be a dimocrat these daze. It wouldn't suprise me the least if our new (he will be) Associate Justice might harbor a little resentment for having to sit through all that mindless shit eating into his allotted life. The dims are really into that abortion stuff, guess it's the #1 thing in their tiny little socialist world. Why in hell is post-coital birth control such a all encompassing issue with the moonbat party? Seems there are a heck of a lot more items that would be of interest. ..like maybe the institutional rejection of human rights for females under Islam. The latest stuff from Iran should prove amusing for the future. One week, a year, a decade? Don't know other than the shit will hit the fan again, just read 'Divine mission' driving Iran's new leader and the Telegraph isn't particularly right-wing.
There will never be a rational gummit ("rational" seems a unfit word used with either "gummit" or "human") under Islam. Islam pure-de sucks. It cannot be fixed.
Just plain-old funny (mostly):
Photoshop Senator Ted Kennedy's children's book
FARK of course.
Awesome, especially the zoom movie.
Hubble panoramic view of Orion
Go to Space telescopes capture a cosmic jellyfish or today's APOD for a treat. Just beautiful. Good reading as well. I like this stuff (gee, wonder why? ;o)
GuyK has been posting a bunch of photos lately and I got a kick out of the Ellen shot. So much that I had to go root this one out of a old file.
I wonder if they are "sanitized for your protection"?
Interesting.
Dereliction Of Duty:
The Constitutional Record of President Clinton
From Denny a couple of years ago. Also interesting.
Bush Is Hitler
I got a kick out of the Teddy the Swimmer, Upchuckie, and Bidet show last week. Good lord, it must be absolutely humiliating to be a dimocrat these daze. It wouldn't suprise me the least if our new (he will be) Associate Justice might harbor a little resentment for having to sit through all that mindless shit eating into his allotted life. The dims are really into that abortion stuff, guess it's the #1 thing in their tiny little socialist world. Why in hell is post-coital birth control such a all encompassing issue with the moonbat party? Seems there are a heck of a lot more items that would be of interest. ..like maybe the institutional rejection of human rights for females under Islam. The latest stuff from Iran should prove amusing for the future. One week, a year, a decade? Don't know other than the shit will hit the fan again, just read 'Divine mission' driving Iran's new leader and the Telegraph isn't particularly right-wing.
There will never be a rational gummit ("rational" seems a unfit word used with either "gummit" or "human") under Islam. Islam pure-de sucks. It cannot be fixed.
Just plain-old funny (mostly):
Photoshop Senator Ted Kennedy's children's book
FARK of course.
Awesome, especially the zoom movie.
Hubble panoramic view of Orion
Go to Space telescopes capture a cosmic jellyfish or today's APOD for a treat. Just beautiful. Good reading as well. I like this stuff (gee, wonder why? ;o)
Sunday, January 15, 2006
tree farts
What a wonderful week in January! Nippish in the mornings, mid-70's for the afternoons, just right for all kinds of good stuff. Got more done in this last week than in the previous 3 but I was really wanting to get around to doing the yard stuff and the carpentry so my enthusiasm was higher than usual. Using my feeble skills at the listed tasks is such a nice break from doing what I do best. Yeah, I'm pretty good at pickin' my nose so hush..
This morning turned out 38 and very windy, lost power for a few hours last night when the front blew through and dropped limbs all over everybody's lines. Made for a good night's sleep as I merely turned everything on the various UPS's off except for a headboard reading lamp and drifted off to sleep listening to the wind howl and admiring the young Mr. Spider Robinson's "Callahan's Saloon". Woke up at the usual, several hours before dawn and considered going to town for the supplies I've been promising myself for the last couple of weeks and maybe hit the long neglected flea market. Wind was still howling and it remained that way all day. 40+ MPH, not fit to drive the motorized roller-skate as I just don't like that shit and if I don't have to, I won't. Got lots to do and if it's true that if one dies with uncompleted tasks, they become haunts, this 40 is gonna have one! ;o)
The weathercritter is making noises to the effect that it'll probably be around 23 at daybreak and 60 by early afternoon. Maybe I'll go get the list of "stuff" after the frost melts. Got a couple of friends that are setting up at the flea market at 7 AM and I will be putting another log on the fire, sucking on a nice cuppa joe, and encouraging the Rima to go outside and play 'bout that time. Ain't gotta, won't do it. Being mizzable ain't no fun no mo. No winter camping in the Sierras, no more rock climbing, no more motorcycle racing (wanna hurt? Race bikes regularly. Much pain inevitable! ;o). I like warm rooms, flush toilets, coffee that doesn't taste like Smokey the Bear shit in it, and beds that don't have rocks. ..must be gettin' old or sumthin'..
Done. Wore slap out. Didn't go to town. Saturday is my heritage "house cleaning day" anyway, this time I went somewhat further. There is now probably close to 400 pounds of bagged trade journals and catalogs occupying the living room floor. There are close to 200 more pounds that need a second glance (and maybe a razor blade for possible good stuff) before they join the bagged ones. The cabinetry I'd built and varnished in the shop looks pretty good, the varnish is drying kinda slow. I HOPE it wasn't so out of date it won't. Had that happen before but this may just be due to the low temps. No hurry. God no. After also spending a whole bunch more time trying to resurrect a 300 pound, 1890 English sideboard that has been mostly trashed by de 'souf humidity (progress, it can be done), I'm crippled. All the old broken parts are raising hell. The oak sideboard is very intricate and assembled with glue. 1890 glue. Got lots and lots and lots of beautifully mitered bits and pieces. A 300 pound, 3 dimensional jig-saw puzzle! What sort of glue should I use when I re-assemble?
I had in mind posting a pair of photographs this evening that were 3 months apart. 20 years ago. Found one and went through all of my photo disks looking for the other. Zilch. Not sure it was ever scanned in but absolutely know where it was stowed. Can't find it just yet, might whenever I sort out this pile.
The idiot child finally elected to avoid frost and came inside. My set rule is she keeps the methane oriface out from under the bed. Her adherance to that thought might have something to do with extra-ordinarily heavy feet fleeing gas attacks. BTW, she has now discovered rodents are toothsome. ..except moles. She won't eat them. Mice are tasty.
I need din-din. Don't got no ol' lady. Mus' be nice 'fo to have ol' lady cookin' sumthin'.
Dorph, if you are reading this, I kinda follow what's happening on the only forum I've ever been banned. If the speculation is valid, don't forget what you sent me a while back:
They mostly look, talk, and smell nice. Damned expensive when they have set up the children to spend the weekend with the "sperm donor"! Sheesh.
..time for a bowl of geezer chow..
This morning turned out 38 and very windy, lost power for a few hours last night when the front blew through and dropped limbs all over everybody's lines. Made for a good night's sleep as I merely turned everything on the various UPS's off except for a headboard reading lamp and drifted off to sleep listening to the wind howl and admiring the young Mr. Spider Robinson's "Callahan's Saloon". Woke up at the usual, several hours before dawn and considered going to town for the supplies I've been promising myself for the last couple of weeks and maybe hit the long neglected flea market. Wind was still howling and it remained that way all day. 40+ MPH, not fit to drive the motorized roller-skate as I just don't like that shit and if I don't have to, I won't. Got lots to do and if it's true that if one dies with uncompleted tasks, they become haunts, this 40 is gonna have one! ;o)
The weathercritter is making noises to the effect that it'll probably be around 23 at daybreak and 60 by early afternoon. Maybe I'll go get the list of "stuff" after the frost melts. Got a couple of friends that are setting up at the flea market at 7 AM and I will be putting another log on the fire, sucking on a nice cuppa joe, and encouraging the Rima to go outside and play 'bout that time. Ain't gotta, won't do it. Being mizzable ain't no fun no mo. No winter camping in the Sierras, no more rock climbing, no more motorcycle racing (wanna hurt? Race bikes regularly. Much pain inevitable! ;o). I like warm rooms, flush toilets, coffee that doesn't taste like Smokey the Bear shit in it, and beds that don't have rocks. ..must be gettin' old or sumthin'..
Done. Wore slap out. Didn't go to town. Saturday is my heritage "house cleaning day" anyway, this time I went somewhat further. There is now probably close to 400 pounds of bagged trade journals and catalogs occupying the living room floor. There are close to 200 more pounds that need a second glance (and maybe a razor blade for possible good stuff) before they join the bagged ones. The cabinetry I'd built and varnished in the shop looks pretty good, the varnish is drying kinda slow. I HOPE it wasn't so out of date it won't. Had that happen before but this may just be due to the low temps. No hurry. God no. After also spending a whole bunch more time trying to resurrect a 300 pound, 1890 English sideboard that has been mostly trashed by de 'souf humidity (progress, it can be done), I'm crippled. All the old broken parts are raising hell. The oak sideboard is very intricate and assembled with glue. 1890 glue. Got lots and lots and lots of beautifully mitered bits and pieces. A 300 pound, 3 dimensional jig-saw puzzle! What sort of glue should I use when I re-assemble?
I had in mind posting a pair of photographs this evening that were 3 months apart. 20 years ago. Found one and went through all of my photo disks looking for the other. Zilch. Not sure it was ever scanned in but absolutely know where it was stowed. Can't find it just yet, might whenever I sort out this pile.
The idiot child finally elected to avoid frost and came inside. My set rule is she keeps the methane oriface out from under the bed. Her adherance to that thought might have something to do with extra-ordinarily heavy feet fleeing gas attacks. BTW, she has now discovered rodents are toothsome. ..except moles. She won't eat them. Mice are tasty.
I need din-din. Don't got no ol' lady. Mus' be nice 'fo to have ol' lady cookin' sumthin'.
Dorph, if you are reading this, I kinda follow what's happening on the only forum I've ever been banned. If the speculation is valid, don't forget what you sent me a while back:
They mostly look, talk, and smell nice. Damned expensive when they have set up the children to spend the weekend with the "sperm donor"! Sheesh.
..time for a bowl of geezer chow..
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
oh good lord
Could it be Schumer is more lame than Biden? Teddy don't count. Not even hard boiled libs could take him seriously. I'm listening to the "testimony" recorded earlier. Much sadness that folk actually elect things like Schumer. The voters probably have Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease.
Harry Belafonte? Goodwill ambassador for UNICEF? AARP Impact Award for 2006? Daaay-O! Zombies came an i wanna go home! His only Top 40. 1958 I think. UNICEF? Get the 'merican kids to collect money for African dictators. Daaay-O! His buddies not including Castro and Chavez include Danny Glover? Damn. Now I can't enjoy any of his movies again. Kinda like someone talking dirty to your sister, can't ever see them in the same light again. True colors. Daylight come and I wanna go home...
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The Cris Craft got out of the loop. *sigh* I'd have liked to have had the old slow boat around w/o the obligations! GuyK, I jus' love how they look! Way back when I was a youngun, I had girl friends that were from the other side of the tracks. One was the daughter of a 3rd gen merchant banker. Richer than Croteus, first time I ever held $100,000 in cash in my hands! Didn't get to keep it. I was 12. He owned a CC. Years later (15) I was smitten with a lovely dark-haired gal, didn't know nuffin about her fambly. Natalie Woodish. Danced wonderfully to "Blue Velvet". My full-time friend for a pair of good years. Do you remember the Beatles album "Rubber Soul"? It came out in mono. ..another story.. Her daddy had one (CC) as well. She was my "runaway!" No, I've never managed to catch up with her.
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Got the postcard scanned. Whee-oo. Took close to forever using the old UNIX doodad. The message on the card was bad news. The good news is the faded ink enhanced just fine. Now I have to re-frame the card and since the donor applied the card with rolled-up clear tape, remount means repairs. It is saved raw and occupies 5 MB. Lots of "stuff" to tinker with. Besides, it seems one of the folk might be an inlaw! His decendent needed shooting 25 years ago, thought about it myself before deciding, nah, let someone else do it. I'm gentle that way.
Front of postcard:
Message side:
Compressed of course. If you can't read it, I'll post the hi res on request.
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Don't know why I can't get to sleep tonight. Right now I want to go out and drive the chainsaw which would be just slightly brighter than eating used razor blades. A night hike is in order. Mumbai is icy, the swamp is Springtime. Could be I'm in heat.
Harry Belafonte? Goodwill ambassador for UNICEF? AARP Impact Award for 2006? Daaay-O! Zombies came an i wanna go home! His only Top 40. 1958 I think. UNICEF? Get the 'merican kids to collect money for African dictators. Daaay-O! His buddies not including Castro and Chavez include Danny Glover? Damn. Now I can't enjoy any of his movies again. Kinda like someone talking dirty to your sister, can't ever see them in the same light again. True colors. Daylight come and I wanna go home...
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The Cris Craft got out of the loop. *sigh* I'd have liked to have had the old slow boat around w/o the obligations! GuyK, I jus' love how they look! Way back when I was a youngun, I had girl friends that were from the other side of the tracks. One was the daughter of a 3rd gen merchant banker. Richer than Croteus, first time I ever held $100,000 in cash in my hands! Didn't get to keep it. I was 12. He owned a CC. Years later (15) I was smitten with a lovely dark-haired gal, didn't know nuffin about her fambly. Natalie Woodish. Danced wonderfully to "Blue Velvet". My full-time friend for a pair of good years. Do you remember the Beatles album "Rubber Soul"? It came out in mono. ..another story.. Her daddy had one (CC) as well. She was my "runaway!" No, I've never managed to catch up with her.
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Got the postcard scanned. Whee-oo. Took close to forever using the old UNIX doodad. The message on the card was bad news. The good news is the faded ink enhanced just fine. Now I have to re-frame the card and since the donor applied the card with rolled-up clear tape, remount means repairs. It is saved raw and occupies 5 MB. Lots of "stuff" to tinker with. Besides, it seems one of the folk might be an inlaw! His decendent needed shooting 25 years ago, thought about it myself before deciding, nah, let someone else do it. I'm gentle that way.
Front of postcard:
Message side:
Compressed of course. If you can't read it, I'll post the hi res on request.
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Don't know why I can't get to sleep tonight. Right now I want to go out and drive the chainsaw which would be just slightly brighter than eating used razor blades. A night hike is in order. Mumbai is icy, the swamp is Springtime. Could be I'm in heat.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
de feet boss, de feet
I'm getting shorter every day. Just making hay while the sun shines and getting a awful lot done. However, the side effect is me leaving a couple of trails as the day winds down. Butt-cheeks. There was a smiley I saw a while back that kinda looks like me around sunset!
Got the range top frame finished this morning. Not bad. I need someone else's opinion before I bolt it in place. Stripped down the old solar collector experiment (17 year old proto, left for bugs and Florida to eat) and stacked the debris, brought down the hung-up top of the sweet gum hurricane whatever-her-name-was tore off in '04 (fearful exercize, put Rima in the house, disconnected the LPG) successfully, filled the buggy with a major load of debris and hauled it to the dump then started reloading it for tomorrow, cleaned out 3 years of leaves (and one mouse nest, mama had 4 littles hanging on her teats as she fled!) out of the Land Cruiser, used the weedeater all over the place, then put 2 circuit cards in ferric cloride to etch before shutting down for the evening. If it was Friday, I'd make myself a green martini!
That sweet gum top will probably make enough firewood for the rest of the winter and since it has been dropped within 10 feet of the front door, my old bones get a blessing! The poor half-tree looks like hell unfortunately. My favorite pee-tree. Taught my first-born the fine art of watering the wilderness on that one. Wonder if he still gets the urge whenever he sees a sweet gum?!
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Been listening to the Alito confirmation hearing? The internet is awful nice. Got the audio plumbed into the hi-fi which has outside speakers and all kinds of good stuff is available. Get to hear lots when the various noisy tools are stilled. Biden has GOT to be an embarrassment to those that have kept him in office for the last 34 years. Best term for him is bizarre. ...but then there's always that maggot-brain Kennedy. I got a kick out of hearing about his new kiddy book. His Portuguese Water Dog, Splash, has to be the best ho ho ho EVAR! Sheesh. The ol' boy really IS brain-dead. The folk in Mass keep electing him. Doesn't say much for them. Yes, I've spent a fair amount of time in Boston years ago. Do people actually live there who are not on: 1) the take, 2) welfare, 3) psycotropics, or 4) just enjoy the symphony. My last pass had me observing the taxation for home ownership was about the same as the mortgage payment, leased business property for really junky stuff was what would buy the same with 4 month's payments in Tampa, and it was just pure-dee old cold nasty in the wintertime. Boston is without a doubt the city with the worst drivers in the US. San Antonio had my previous #1, Boston exceeded it. Obviously suicidal. Can't say as I blame them! Yes, there are actually good people in Boston. Lots and lots of them. They don't vote for the 2 K's!
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Got more and a photo, got sidetracked by a nice phone call. Time to start supper, shower off a deep layer of mung, and re-boot the 'puter (several presets are needed, don't ask, dull) so the 1988 high-res scanner will be recognized by XP and I can copy a 1884 penny postcard postmarked Wellborn, Florida before the ink fades forever.
Dems and Alito. Why the hell are the dems sooo concerned with Roe vs. Wade? Abortion will always be legal. Is it the preferred birth control method of the above? The hijacked photo below is a visualization of the DNC after Alito is finished with the gas attack. Oh, did you get the latest email spew from Governor Howard Dean, M.D.? It was more amusing than some of Iowahawk's stuff!
Got the range top frame finished this morning. Not bad. I need someone else's opinion before I bolt it in place. Stripped down the old solar collector experiment (17 year old proto, left for bugs and Florida to eat) and stacked the debris, brought down the hung-up top of the sweet gum hurricane whatever-her-name-was tore off in '04 (fearful exercize, put Rima in the house, disconnected the LPG) successfully, filled the buggy with a major load of debris and hauled it to the dump then started reloading it for tomorrow, cleaned out 3 years of leaves (and one mouse nest, mama had 4 littles hanging on her teats as she fled!) out of the Land Cruiser, used the weedeater all over the place, then put 2 circuit cards in ferric cloride to etch before shutting down for the evening. If it was Friday, I'd make myself a green martini!
That sweet gum top will probably make enough firewood for the rest of the winter and since it has been dropped within 10 feet of the front door, my old bones get a blessing! The poor half-tree looks like hell unfortunately. My favorite pee-tree. Taught my first-born the fine art of watering the wilderness on that one. Wonder if he still gets the urge whenever he sees a sweet gum?!
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Been listening to the Alito confirmation hearing? The internet is awful nice. Got the audio plumbed into the hi-fi which has outside speakers and all kinds of good stuff is available. Get to hear lots when the various noisy tools are stilled. Biden has GOT to be an embarrassment to those that have kept him in office for the last 34 years. Best term for him is bizarre. ...but then there's always that maggot-brain Kennedy. I got a kick out of hearing about his new kiddy book. His Portuguese Water Dog, Splash, has to be the best ho ho ho EVAR! Sheesh. The ol' boy really IS brain-dead. The folk in Mass keep electing him. Doesn't say much for them. Yes, I've spent a fair amount of time in Boston years ago. Do people actually live there who are not on: 1) the take, 2) welfare, 3) psycotropics, or 4) just enjoy the symphony. My last pass had me observing the taxation for home ownership was about the same as the mortgage payment, leased business property for really junky stuff was what would buy the same with 4 month's payments in Tampa, and it was just pure-dee old cold nasty in the wintertime. Boston is without a doubt the city with the worst drivers in the US. San Antonio had my previous #1, Boston exceeded it. Obviously suicidal. Can't say as I blame them! Yes, there are actually good people in Boston. Lots and lots of them. They don't vote for the 2 K's!
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Got more and a photo, got sidetracked by a nice phone call. Time to start supper, shower off a deep layer of mung, and re-boot the 'puter (several presets are needed, don't ask, dull) so the 1988 high-res scanner will be recognized by XP and I can copy a 1884 penny postcard postmarked Wellborn, Florida before the ink fades forever.
Dems and Alito. Why the hell are the dems sooo concerned with Roe vs. Wade? Abortion will always be legal. Is it the preferred birth control method of the above? The hijacked photo below is a visualization of the DNC after Alito is finished with the gas attack. Oh, did you get the latest email spew from Governor Howard Dean, M.D.? It was more amusing than some of Iowahawk's stuff!
Sunday, January 08, 2006
waddle
My feet and my cute little buns have gotten much closer together today. In other words, my ass is dragging out my tracks. All that energy expended and only 2 check-offs on the round toit list. Cloning. I need cloning...
Got some interesting news - my nearest neighbors have been offered *free* a 26' mahogany Cris Craft, 3/4ths restored with the 60 HP side-valve 4-banger. Comes with one minor problem. It's in California and they are not exactly blessed with a bunch of green. Now I just plain-old love those things. Wooden boats are a bear to maintain but the Cris is just so damn pretty!
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Pat Santy has the CARNIVAL OF THE INSANITIES up for the week. I especially liked The Twenty Most Annoying Liberals In The United States: The 2005 Edition.
KING Chicken Hawk was pretty good as well. I didn't know all that stuff about Bill Clinton's Military Record, didn't know he had one.
BREAKING: World Is Controlled By Jewish Cabal of Satan-Worshipping, Blood-Drinking, Shapeshifting Reptillian Space Aliens - Illuminati plot to take over the world
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This bio of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is about as funny as the proverbial crushed nut. Nice folk, those followers of the Religion of Pieces. Rand linked Iran to hang teenage girl attacked by rapists.
Does NOW have a chapter in Iran?
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Kinda appears islam mostly sucks. If one needs to get daid, they tend to be pretty accommodating even if you are one who kisses the prophet's nasty ass. Good thing the Southern Baptists don't hold to their forbidding of young women wearing shorts, dancing, or drinking otherwise there wouldn't BE any left! Just one caution about those gals; their daddies have shotguns! (but for the grace of God... ;o)
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A too nice day for January. Yes, the sky behind the mistletoe tree was that blue.
Got some interesting news - my nearest neighbors have been offered *free* a 26' mahogany Cris Craft, 3/4ths restored with the 60 HP side-valve 4-banger. Comes with one minor problem. It's in California and they are not exactly blessed with a bunch of green. Now I just plain-old love those things. Wooden boats are a bear to maintain but the Cris is just so damn pretty!
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Pat Santy has the CARNIVAL OF THE INSANITIES up for the week. I especially liked The Twenty Most Annoying Liberals In The United States: The 2005 Edition.
KING Chicken Hawk was pretty good as well. I didn't know all that stuff about Bill Clinton's Military Record, didn't know he had one.
BREAKING: World Is Controlled By Jewish Cabal of Satan-Worshipping, Blood-Drinking, Shapeshifting Reptillian Space Aliens - Illuminati plot to take over the world
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This bio of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is about as funny as the proverbial crushed nut. Nice folk, those followers of the Religion of Pieces. Rand linked Iran to hang teenage girl attacked by rapists.
Tehran, Iran, Jan. 07 – An Iranian court has sentenced a teenage rape victim to death by hanging after she weepingly confessed that she had unintentionally killed a man who had tried to rape both her and her niece.
The state-run daily Etemaad reported on Saturday that 18-year-old Nazanin confessed to stabbing one of three men who had attacked the pair along with their boyfriends while they were spending some time in a park west of the Iranian capital in March 2005.
Nazanin, who was 17 years old at the time of the incident, said that after the three men started to throw stones at them, the two girls’ boyfriends quickly escaped on their motorbikes leaving the pair helpless.
She described how the three men pushed her and her 16-year-old niece Somayeh onto the ground and tried to rape them, and said that she took out a knife from her pocket and stabbed one of the men in the hand.
As the girls tried to escape, the men once again attacked them, and at this point, Nazanin said, she stabbed one of the men in the chest. The teenage girl, however, broke down in tears in court as she explained that she had no intention of killing the man but was merely defending herself and her younger niece from rape, the report said.
The court, however, issued on Tuesday a sentence for Nazanin to be hanged to death.
Last week, a court in the city of Rasht, northern Iran, sentenced Delara Darabi to death by hanging charged with murder when she was 17 years old. Darabi has denied the charges.
In August 2004, Iran’s Islamic penal system sentenced a 16-year-old girl, Atefeh Rajabi, to death after a sham trial, in which she was accused of committing “acts incompatible with chastity”.
The teenage victim had no access to a lawyer at any stage and efforts by her family to retain one were to no avail. Atefeh personally defended herself and told the religious judge that he should punish those who force women into adultery, not the victims. She was eventually hanged in public in the northern town of Neka.
Does NOW have a chapter in Iran?
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Kinda appears islam mostly sucks. If one needs to get daid, they tend to be pretty accommodating even if you are one who kisses the prophet's nasty ass. Good thing the Southern Baptists don't hold to their forbidding of young women wearing shorts, dancing, or drinking otherwise there wouldn't BE any left! Just one caution about those gals; their daddies have shotguns! (but for the grace of God... ;o)
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A too nice day for January. Yes, the sky behind the mistletoe tree was that blue.
if I live long enough, can I have a free hot tub and
one of those motorized wheelchairs? Forgot to mention that I'd chainsawed up a big pile of wood, hauled it down in my malign homemade garden cart, and stacked it in the atrium. The garden cart gets rebuilt every decade or so after the first one. Shirley M. at the lawnmower shop gave me a pair of old solid rubber Yazoo wheels back in '77 and I went and bought a 3' section of 1/2" allthread, nuts, washers, then took a bunch of old campaign signs, scrap 2" x 2"s and made a cart. Campaign signs back then were made of plywood and were just about as durable as campaign promises. Rotted out immediately. Hey! Look at the source! The malign part was due to the last rebuild including a shelf for the chainsaw, oil, etc. It ate calves or shins depending on pull or push. Fixed that plus re-enforcing it to handle heavier loads the last PM whilst I was butchering trim wood. Didn't change the fact that I woke up Saturday morning with fore and aft bruised legs plus back and shoulders creaking like the Tin Man after a rain! Lord have mercy am I out of shape.
24 degrees this morning and when I opened the front door to invite the Rimarug outside, she just stuck her head back under the bed. Pneumonia hole. Supposed to get near 70 this PM with a Spring-like week coming up which is a real plus as all but 2 of this week's assigned jobs are outside. Cold is tough on all these old damaged joints.
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This is a neat little video from Michelle Malkin via GUYK. Sgt. Mark Seavey certainly made Democrat Reps. Jim Moron and John Murthaporker look like a pair of these:
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Thought I'd toss in a few links I found interesting over the last few days.
James Lileks has an excellent commentary on Mark Steyn's It's the Demography, Stupid. Another worthy read.
Who'd a thunk it?
Murders soar in wake of Katrina refugees
Hat-tip to Mostly Cajun.
Disturbing.
A Very Long Disengagement (education).
Dicky-doo.
Don't tell off bad behaviour, teachers told (education?)
Cool!
Take a leap into hyperspace
I dug up a bunch of scientific papers published on this subject, all PDF, most with math so far out of my feeble league the things could have been written in Sanscrit and I'd have had a better chance! Burkhard Heim is an interesting fellow and if you want more on him and this subject, this and this are good sites. Crackpot? Probably no more than string theory.
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Well, it's up to 43 degrees. Think I'll haul this loosely knit bag of bones outside and see if something can be accomplished today.
24 degrees this morning and when I opened the front door to invite the Rimarug outside, she just stuck her head back under the bed. Pneumonia hole. Supposed to get near 70 this PM with a Spring-like week coming up which is a real plus as all but 2 of this week's assigned jobs are outside. Cold is tough on all these old damaged joints.
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This is a neat little video from Michelle Malkin via GUYK. Sgt. Mark Seavey certainly made Democrat Reps. Jim Moron and John Murthaporker look like a pair of these:
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Thought I'd toss in a few links I found interesting over the last few days.
James Lileks has an excellent commentary on Mark Steyn's It's the Demography, Stupid. Another worthy read.
Who'd a thunk it?
Murders soar in wake of Katrina refugees
Hat-tip to Mostly Cajun.
Disturbing.
A Very Long Disengagement (education).
Dicky-doo.
Don't tell off bad behaviour, teachers told (education?)
Cool!
Take a leap into hyperspace
I dug up a bunch of scientific papers published on this subject, all PDF, most with math so far out of my feeble league the things could have been written in Sanscrit and I'd have had a better chance! Burkhard Heim is an interesting fellow and if you want more on him and this subject, this and this are good sites. Crackpot? Probably no more than string theory.
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Well, it's up to 43 degrees. Think I'll haul this loosely knit bag of bones outside and see if something can be accomplished today.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
when God closes a door, He also paints shut a window
The title is from Lilek's Bleat this morning. Some daze are just that way!
Five + more inches of rain last Sunday afternoon through Monday morning, doubt if my shoes are ever going to dry. At least I get to have fun throwing my socks at the wall and watch them stick, then leave snail tracks as they ooze down to the floor. Small things amuse me these days..
On the bats Jimmy saw flying out of the house; he has shooter's vision, I walk into walls, however I'm now of the opinion he was wrong. Leaving the un-screened front door open during this last wonderful warm spell was not a particularly good idea. This is a Florida jungle and has all sorts of bugs, especially giant flying cockroaches. Mor'n likely the "bats" he saw were just a couple of junior roaches being evicted by the big boys. Yep, been busy with the Steve H. roach gun. Coulda used quad AA there for a while!
Q: What happens when you have deja vu and amnesia at the same time?
A: You have the feeling that you're forgetting the same thing over and over.
I wonder what Letterman uses for his DU screen name? Yes, I stayed awake long enough to watch it. Pit-i-ful. Next time I've got the toob on at that time it'll be South Park.
DAVID LETTERMAN: MOONBAT? from Michelle Malkin.
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There's a cure that doesn't require a fence or gunfire. Just do turnabout (try moving to Mexico).
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I think Pat Santy has had just about enough. This is a must-read.
WHY WE HAVE BEEN SAFE
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Add money and stir. Now that the feds are supposed to be paying for oldsters' pills (as if they don't take enough already), wait to enjoy the drug companies really ramp up the teevee ads.
Psychotropic Drug Prescriptions For Teens Surge 250% Over 7 Year Period
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Mark is feelin' a little down. Too bad he's probably right.
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My sweetie with the sharp knees has it right again!
Why We Don't Trust Democrats With National Security
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I'm whipped. Got a lot of decent lumber reduced in size so that it'll fit the wood stove. That wasn't the actual intention as it was to be some trim work. Finally got the end-of-year bookkeeping finished (mostly. I think). Just got out of a 45 minute 104 degree shower, still ache from moving another yottaton of debris from one point to the other. Uphill of course. These daze everything is uphill!
My feet hurt.
Five + more inches of rain last Sunday afternoon through Monday morning, doubt if my shoes are ever going to dry. At least I get to have fun throwing my socks at the wall and watch them stick, then leave snail tracks as they ooze down to the floor. Small things amuse me these days..
On the bats Jimmy saw flying out of the house; he has shooter's vision, I walk into walls, however I'm now of the opinion he was wrong. Leaving the un-screened front door open during this last wonderful warm spell was not a particularly good idea. This is a Florida jungle and has all sorts of bugs, especially giant flying cockroaches. Mor'n likely the "bats" he saw were just a couple of junior roaches being evicted by the big boys. Yep, been busy with the Steve H. roach gun. Coulda used quad AA there for a while!
Q: What happens when you have deja vu and amnesia at the same time?
A: You have the feeling that you're forgetting the same thing over and over.
I wonder what Letterman uses for his DU screen name? Yes, I stayed awake long enough to watch it. Pit-i-ful. Next time I've got the toob on at that time it'll be South Park.
DAVID LETTERMAN: MOONBAT? from Michelle Malkin.
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There's a cure that doesn't require a fence or gunfire. Just do turnabout (try moving to Mexico).
Mi Casa Es Su Casa
America's porous border enables Mexico's misrule.
BY VICTOR DAVIS HANSON
Sunday, January 1, 2006 12:01 a.m. EST
SELMA, Calif.--"Shameful," screams Mexico's President Vicente Fox, about the proposed extension of a security fence along the southern border of the U.S. "Stupid! Underhanded! Xenophobic!" bellowed his foreign secretary, Luis Ernesto Derbez, warning: "Mexico is not going to bear, it is not going to permit, and it will not allow a stupid thing like this wall."
The allusions to the Berlin Wall made by aggrieved Mexican politicians miss the irony: The communists tried to keep their own people in, not illegal aliens out. More embarrassing still, the comparison boomerangs on Mexico, since it, and not the U.S., more resembles East Germany in alienating its own citizens to the point that they flee at any cost. If anything might be termed stupid, underhanded or xenophobic in the illegal immigration debacle, it is the conduct of the Mexican government.
"Stupid" characterizes a government that sits atop vast mineral and petroleum reserves, enjoys a long coastline, temperate climate, rich agricultural plains--and either cannot or will not make the necessary political and economic reforms to feed and house its own people. The election of Vicente Fox, Nafta and cosmetic changes in banking and jurisprudence have not stopped the corruption or stemmed the exodus of millions of Mexicans.
"Underhanded" also sums up the stance of Mexico, masquerading in humanitarian terms the abjectly immoral export of its own dispossessed. Indeed, such cynicism directly protects the status quo in three critical ways. The flight of the poor is Mexico's aberrant version of Fredrick Jackson Turner's safety-valve theory of the frontier. But instead of homesteaders heading west, the impoverished go northward, preferring simply to leave rather than change their government. [snip]
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I think Pat Santy has had just about enough. This is a must-read.
WHY WE HAVE BEEN SAFE
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Add money and stir. Now that the feds are supposed to be paying for oldsters' pills (as if they don't take enough already), wait to enjoy the drug companies really ramp up the teevee ads.
Psychotropic Drug Prescriptions For Teens Surge 250% Over 7 Year Period
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Mark is feelin' a little down. Too bad he's probably right.
It's the Demography, Stupid
The real reason the West is in danger of extinction.
BY MARK STEYN
Wednesday, January 4, 2006 12:01 a.m. EST
Most people reading this have strong stomachs, so let me lay it out as baldly as I can: Much of what we loosely call the Western world will not survive this century, and much of it will effectively disappear within our lifetimes, including many if not most Western European countries. There'll probably still be a geographical area on the map marked as Italy or the Netherlands--probably--just as in Istanbul there's still a building called St. Sophia's Cathedral. But it's not a cathedral; it's merely a designation for a piece of real estate. Likewise, Italy and the Netherlands will merely be designations for real estate. The challenge for those who reckon Western civilization is on balance better than the alternatives is to figure out a way to save at least some parts of the West.
One obstacle to doing that is that, in the typical election campaign in your advanced industrial democracy, the political platforms of at least one party in the United States and pretty much all parties in the rest of the West are largely about what one would call the secondary impulses of society--government health care, government day care (which Canada's thinking of introducing), government paternity leave (which Britain's just introduced). We've prioritized the secondary impulse over the primary ones: national defense, family, faith and, most basic of all, reproductive activity--"Go forth and multiply," because if you don't you won't be able to afford all those secondary-impulse issues, like cradle-to-grave welfare. [snip]
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My sweetie with the sharp knees has it right again!
Why We Don't Trust Democrats With National Security
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I'm whipped. Got a lot of decent lumber reduced in size so that it'll fit the wood stove. That wasn't the actual intention as it was to be some trim work. Finally got the end-of-year bookkeeping finished (mostly. I think). Just got out of a 45 minute 104 degree shower, still ache from moving another yottaton of debris from one point to the other. Uphill of course. These daze everything is uphill!
My feet hurt.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
the day after, or was it as good for you as it was for me?
Maybe the gal in the last post found her photographer! Nah. Not likely the same dude.
Somebody go shoot Steve H. today! I'm another one who isn't having "morning-after" problems. Closest to it was when the Rimasaurus Smellbaddicus stuck her cold, wet nose in my ear just before 6 AM. Memorable 1 Jan hangovers? Yup. 1 Jan, 1972. Block party in Sunnyvale, California. Discovered Southern Comfort. Being dead is preferable to that day after! Yeesh. I try really really hard NOT to remember that horror! Most anyone except maybe mz. spamalot (galpal, you've been tracked. Yo mama and papa as well. Judging from their profiles, I merely feel sorry for your hideous upbringing. All is forgiven but yer server won't be very happy when ____ gets around toit.) has seen the "liquid panty-remover" billboard post so I won't upload it. There has been a whole buncha years and a whole buncha friends (and a few ex-wives) that call poo on that billboard! Gals are much more survival oriented!
To continue with where the last post ended, well, I lied. Just a little bit. Spent about 6 minutes with a garden hose rinsing off this upcoming Wednesday's project. Then another huge tree in the climax forest elected to go toes up. Ah ha! An excuse! After the plethora of '04 'canes, the woodlands look a bunch like jackstraws of the King Kong variety. 100-footers becoming one with the soil that they plundered for up to 3 centuries. Damn trees. Someone ought to make a law forbidding trees. Filthy, exploitive things. ..probably Bush's fault. ..or Halliburton's.
Crittersaurus Dirtyfootadon elected as I ought to pick up my walking stick and go investigate. Seemed like a good idea to me and off she went. Did I mention that it was 77 degrees yesterday afternoon? Nice hike. Motorboatus Spraywaterodon had the finestime running in the creek (thereby terrifying all the endangered froggus baueri ninavori. ..don't ask!) and coming back to the biped and soaking him. All is right in the world!
I AM going to buy a new set of batteries for my camera. Maybe not this Tuesday when I'm going into town but soon. Sooo many good photos that need to be taken not just here, some need to be done before the rest of the Old Florida history becomes substrata under the flood of random airheads. Growth was modest for the first 15 years of my return to my birth state. Went exponential about 5 years ago.
Everything got better as the day progressed. I spent a while meandering up the creek bottom plain-old-fashioned enjoying the prettyness of it all before winding up where the walking staff could be leaned up against the front door landing. The doors, windows, shop, house and studio all open, just savoring 31 December in the jungle!
As a side note, is it possible to train a dawg to wipe feet before entering an abode? I could sprinkle seed, add a bit of water, then have a nice garden in the living room!
Another too damn wonderful day! Tee shirt temps and hauling "stuff" from the shop a couple of hundred yards up the hill. Got a big mound due for the dump someday. A couple of sun-showers and it's raining heavily right now (10:20 PM). Front door wide open and the Spring peepers are having a field day (night) on 1 Jan! Just got back from J & K's place 30 minutes ago and this time wisely rolled up the window before the buggy ceased to move as when I didn't do it last night the Dawggus Worryoraptor jumped in before I could open the door! She's firmly convinced I'm gonna bring her another puppy. I will. Just not yet. She's developed a couple bad habits and I've got to break her of one of them. I retire each evening with a novel and when morphius sets in, lay it open and face down on the left side of the bed. It's worked jus' fine for more years than I care to count. She takes my book and puts it closed on her rug. Takes me sometimes re-reading a chaper or so to find out where I was. The other is her thinking she's gonna get on the bed. Nope. Nada. Don't need any state birds, hair, and even I usually smell better than a swamp dawg! When it gets really cold I used to invite Dina (pillow), Cookie (foot-warmer), and when it dropped below 20, Tep as he did fine as a 150 pound general furnace. Dina had the added good use of keeping my ears spotless! Never use giant male dawgs for pillows. They have nasty habits!
Just for fun, yesterday evening after investigating a really peculiar bunch of racket southwest of the shop, Jimmy decided to hike over. The racket was BB (Doofus's mom) raising hell with a flock of wild turkeys and Rima had joined in. Been wondering why there have been so many turkey feathers in the front yard plus she'd amused me by carrying around a turkey leg last week. Looks like BB and Rima have a partnership! Jimmy and I decided to savor the day and wound up on the studio balcony correcting the woes of the world, just a fine old way to smile one way's into the new year! Came time for him to go home and since it was dark as only it can get in the jungle, I volunteered to drive him home rather than night hike across the deer trail. Warm enough that I would want a Cookie Monster or equiv since there are legless lizards what do lunch call when it's this warm. We were walking up from the shop and the house was wide open with the lights all on when Jimmy almost hurt himself laughing. Two bats flew out of the house! Now he's former Air Force of many years and has variously referred to this earth shelter as a bunker, munition storage facility, but from now on it'll be known as the bat cave!
The rain just let up (11:02 PM) and I've got to go up on the roof to finish one minor project. The downside of this is fuzzwump will assist, get soaking wet, then spend the rest of the night reminding me how really awful wet dawgs smell.
No context. I took this photo in January, 1974. Did some rock climbing on one of the hills across that valley. Off now to finish the small project and generate bad smells...
Somebody go shoot Steve H. today! I'm another one who isn't having "morning-after" problems. Closest to it was when the Rimasaurus Smellbaddicus stuck her cold, wet nose in my ear just before 6 AM. Memorable 1 Jan hangovers? Yup. 1 Jan, 1972. Block party in Sunnyvale, California. Discovered Southern Comfort. Being dead is preferable to that day after! Yeesh. I try really really hard NOT to remember that horror! Most anyone except maybe mz. spamalot (galpal, you've been tracked. Yo mama and papa as well. Judging from their profiles, I merely feel sorry for your hideous upbringing. All is forgiven but yer server won't be very happy when ____ gets around toit.) has seen the "liquid panty-remover" billboard post so I won't upload it. There has been a whole buncha years and a whole buncha friends (and a few ex-wives) that call poo on that billboard! Gals are much more survival oriented!
To continue with where the last post ended, well, I lied. Just a little bit. Spent about 6 minutes with a garden hose rinsing off this upcoming Wednesday's project. Then another huge tree in the climax forest elected to go toes up. Ah ha! An excuse! After the plethora of '04 'canes, the woodlands look a bunch like jackstraws of the King Kong variety. 100-footers becoming one with the soil that they plundered for up to 3 centuries. Damn trees. Someone ought to make a law forbidding trees. Filthy, exploitive things. ..probably Bush's fault. ..or Halliburton's.
Crittersaurus Dirtyfootadon elected as I ought to pick up my walking stick and go investigate. Seemed like a good idea to me and off she went. Did I mention that it was 77 degrees yesterday afternoon? Nice hike. Motorboatus Spraywaterodon had the finestime running in the creek (thereby terrifying all the endangered froggus baueri ninavori. ..don't ask!) and coming back to the biped and soaking him. All is right in the world!
I AM going to buy a new set of batteries for my camera. Maybe not this Tuesday when I'm going into town but soon. Sooo many good photos that need to be taken not just here, some need to be done before the rest of the Old Florida history becomes substrata under the flood of random airheads. Growth was modest for the first 15 years of my return to my birth state. Went exponential about 5 years ago.
Everything got better as the day progressed. I spent a while meandering up the creek bottom plain-old-fashioned enjoying the prettyness of it all before winding up where the walking staff could be leaned up against the front door landing. The doors, windows, shop, house and studio all open, just savoring 31 December in the jungle!
As a side note, is it possible to train a dawg to wipe feet before entering an abode? I could sprinkle seed, add a bit of water, then have a nice garden in the living room!
Another too damn wonderful day! Tee shirt temps and hauling "stuff" from the shop a couple of hundred yards up the hill. Got a big mound due for the dump someday. A couple of sun-showers and it's raining heavily right now (10:20 PM). Front door wide open and the Spring peepers are having a field day (night) on 1 Jan! Just got back from J & K's place 30 minutes ago and this time wisely rolled up the window before the buggy ceased to move as when I didn't do it last night the Dawggus Worryoraptor jumped in before I could open the door! She's firmly convinced I'm gonna bring her another puppy. I will. Just not yet. She's developed a couple bad habits and I've got to break her of one of them. I retire each evening with a novel and when morphius sets in, lay it open and face down on the left side of the bed. It's worked jus' fine for more years than I care to count. She takes my book and puts it closed on her rug. Takes me sometimes re-reading a chaper or so to find out where I was. The other is her thinking she's gonna get on the bed. Nope. Nada. Don't need any state birds, hair, and even I usually smell better than a swamp dawg! When it gets really cold I used to invite Dina (pillow), Cookie (foot-warmer), and when it dropped below 20, Tep as he did fine as a 150 pound general furnace. Dina had the added good use of keeping my ears spotless! Never use giant male dawgs for pillows. They have nasty habits!
Just for fun, yesterday evening after investigating a really peculiar bunch of racket southwest of the shop, Jimmy decided to hike over. The racket was BB (Doofus's mom) raising hell with a flock of wild turkeys and Rima had joined in. Been wondering why there have been so many turkey feathers in the front yard plus she'd amused me by carrying around a turkey leg last week. Looks like BB and Rima have a partnership! Jimmy and I decided to savor the day and wound up on the studio balcony correcting the woes of the world, just a fine old way to smile one way's into the new year! Came time for him to go home and since it was dark as only it can get in the jungle, I volunteered to drive him home rather than night hike across the deer trail. Warm enough that I would want a Cookie Monster or equiv since there are legless lizards what do lunch call when it's this warm. We were walking up from the shop and the house was wide open with the lights all on when Jimmy almost hurt himself laughing. Two bats flew out of the house! Now he's former Air Force of many years and has variously referred to this earth shelter as a bunker, munition storage facility, but from now on it'll be known as the bat cave!
The rain just let up (11:02 PM) and I've got to go up on the roof to finish one minor project. The downside of this is fuzzwump will assist, get soaking wet, then spend the rest of the night reminding me how really awful wet dawgs smell.
No context. I took this photo in January, 1974. Did some rock climbing on one of the hills across that valley. Off now to finish the small project and generate bad smells...
