Photo Credit: Bits And Pieces -- A .45″ caliber round makes a pretty big hole
More photos and information can be found at Bits And Pieces
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Stupid Is As Stupid Does...
Photo Credit: Bits And Pieces -- A .45″ caliber round makes a pretty big hole
More photos and information can be found at Bits And Pieces
Shaggy Dog Story
Photo credit: Scottish Mountain Photo GalleryTwo thoroughly chilled paddlers in a kayak lit a fire in the craft. It sank--proving that you can't have your kayak and heat it, too.
See also: Killer Whale Crushes Kayaker at http://broadbandsports.com/node/607
Shamelessly stolen from Patrick Phillip's Twitter postings and modified to suit my needs.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Advertising in an Internet Age
Here's a spectacular advertisement for Pedigree dog food which I just came across on Boing-Boing. While some of the commentors find it derivative or outright imitative of other videos, I find it to be a strangely fascinating view of dogs in motion. Technical details are available in the discussion at Dogster, along with an explanation of the original "charge" from the advertising firm. But for me, it is all about the dogs...
Monday, February 22, 2010
To everything there is a season
Severe thunderstorm last night brought beaucoup lightning, crashing thunder, downpours and hail. All but the last, I enjoy, so long as I'm not standing outside -- I attract lightning. But hail? Oh my. When you live inside the 25' equivalent of a Bud Light can, hail is like having a paper shredder headed for your latest novel -- the one you wrote in longhand on yellow legal pads and haven't a copy of, yet.
Earlier on in the evening, the weather forecasters let loose with the prognostication that "baseball-sized" hail might accompany the storms. Then, as it got closer, they ratcheted things up with the "T-Word" . Right, tornado. To make matters worse, the discussion of hail became reports of actual "basketball-sized" ice chunks falling over farmland to our southwest. Hmm, I doubted that one -- turns out the forecaster had mistyped and meant to use the well -worn cliche of "baseball-sized" ice chunks. Still, considering that hail falls at near terminal velocity I wouldn't want my aluminum-skinned home coming in contact with it, don'tcha know?
Any way, I got unassed from the lounger, brought the dogs inside and went out and woke my wife, SWMBO. Suffice it to say she was MOST UNHAPPY having her slumber disturbed. Still, damned if you do, damned if you don't -- I err on the side of caution. She'd rip me a new one if she woke up inside the trailer during a major hail event.
The severe weather arrived with, thankfully, just a leading edge of sub-penny sized hail. That onslaught lasted less than 20 seconds and "we escaped unscathed", as they say. Meaning, it might have put some minor dings in the roof but you can't see them. Farther north and east of here, they had some significant damage with trees and wires down and flash floods. We just got a bodacious light show with a subsonic (and sonic) shakeup.
That's the payment extracted for the warm, humid 70° F. day we'd had on Sunday.
Before you get too excited, snowlanders, consider this, headed my way tomorrow night and Wednesday morning ...
Earlier on in the evening, the weather forecasters let loose with the prognostication that "baseball-sized" hail might accompany the storms. Then, as it got closer, they ratcheted things up with the "T-Word" . Right, tornado. To make matters worse, the discussion of hail became reports of actual "basketball-sized" ice chunks falling over farmland to our southwest. Hmm, I doubted that one -- turns out the forecaster had mistyped and meant to use the well -worn cliche of "baseball-sized" ice chunks. Still, considering that hail falls at near terminal velocity I wouldn't want my aluminum-skinned home coming in contact with it, don'tcha know?
Any way, I got unassed from the lounger, brought the dogs inside and went out and woke my wife, SWMBO. Suffice it to say she was MOST UNHAPPY having her slumber disturbed. Still, damned if you do, damned if you don't -- I err on the side of caution. She'd rip me a new one if she woke up inside the trailer during a major hail event.
The severe weather arrived with, thankfully, just a leading edge of sub-penny sized hail. That onslaught lasted less than 20 seconds and "we escaped unscathed", as they say. Meaning, it might have put some minor dings in the roof but you can't see them. Farther north and east of here, they had some significant damage with trees and wires down and flash floods. We just got a bodacious light show with a subsonic (and sonic) shakeup.
That's the payment extracted for the warm, humid 70° F. day we'd had on Sunday.
Before you get too excited, snowlanders, consider this, headed my way tomorrow night and Wednesday morning ...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Just SO Wrong...
My wife, aka SWMBO, out flashing her boobies for beads at the Spanish Town XXXPress Yourself Parade yesterday. Got a sunburn. Serves her right...
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Raptor Devours Cheerleader
Just that title caught my attention ... the video simply cracks me up. I saw it at Boing Boing. Where or how they saw it?
Snowmageddon? No, Sneaux Day!
Baton Rouge, LA:
Y'all heard the one about the Louisianian quitting and moving to Hawaii? He'd only read the opening line of this news story.
I come here to the Sportsman's Paradise State every winter not for the fishing, but for the lack of shoveling. The absence of icy driving conditions and power outages due to ice and snow are the cherry on top.
Not so, yesterday. A heavy, wet, icy blanket covered the outlying parishes and the roads were sloppy as hell as I made my way to the clinic so my SIL could have a steroid injection in his back to relieve the pain of severely strained muscles caused by a woman deciding to make a left turn in front of his ambulance while he was responding Code 3 to an emergency.
Admittedly, it was all over by the time we exited the clinic. Roads were clear and temperatures were edging towards the forties. Still, it was a very unpleasant reminder of why I no longer choose to make my home in Maine during the winter.
For those of you digging out of the monstrous snows across the middle of the country recently, you have my sincere sympathy. Do try to squeeze out an alligator tear for my predicament. There isn't enough snow left to cool my ice tea...
Sneaux Day: The Baton Rouge Advocate's slideshow of scenes around the area yesterday is here.
Y'all heard the one about the Louisianian quitting and moving to Hawaii? He'd only read the opening line of this news story.
I come here to the Sportsman's Paradise State every winter not for the fishing, but for the lack of shoveling. The absence of icy driving conditions and power outages due to ice and snow are the cherry on top.
Not so, yesterday. A heavy, wet, icy blanket covered the outlying parishes and the roads were sloppy as hell as I made my way to the clinic so my SIL could have a steroid injection in his back to relieve the pain of severely strained muscles caused by a woman deciding to make a left turn in front of his ambulance while he was responding Code 3 to an emergency.
Admittedly, it was all over by the time we exited the clinic. Roads were clear and temperatures were edging towards the forties. Still, it was a very unpleasant reminder of why I no longer choose to make my home in Maine during the winter.
For those of you digging out of the monstrous snows across the middle of the country recently, you have my sincere sympathy. Do try to squeeze out an alligator tear for my predicament. There isn't enough snow left to cool my ice tea...
Sneaux Day: The Baton Rouge Advocate's slideshow of scenes around the area yesterday is here.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
The Oatmeal Is At IT Again
The same folks who gave the Internet such classics as "How To Keep Mosquitoes Away From Your Buttcrack" and "The 5 Phases of Caffeine Intake" now bring you this:
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Not Yet...
Nothing funny about the shape the country's economy is in nor about the evisceration of human rights under the present administration. Nothing funny at all.
Via the J-Walk Blog via Minnesota Public Radio.
Monday, February 08, 2010
How Bizarre, How Bizarre ...
was that half-time show by The Who? Sad to see old rockers who should have retired from active performances years ago. When will my now-geriatric generation ever learn? Gee, Beyonce wasn't available?
This sums it up:
From David Bellavia: Hipster Douchebag: The CSI Super Bowl Halftime Show
This sums it up:
From David Bellavia: Hipster Douchebag: The CSI Super Bowl Halftime Show
But it’s been nearly 50 years. Kieth and John and gone, and Pete and Roger struggle on, more a cabaret act than a band. This doesn’t mean they don’t rock — they both own a stage better than any number of bands a third their age. But, for the last 20 years, they’ve been more about giving the people what they want than hoping they die before they get old.It was sad. So very sad to see these two hopping about the stage on their arthritic knees and stainless steel hip replacements...
MIAMI GARDENS, FL - FEBRUARY 07: Musicians Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend of The Who perform during the Super Bowl XLIV Halftime Show at the Sun Life Stadium on February 7, 2010 in Miami Gardens, Florida. (Photo by Tony Barton/PictureGroup) via AP IMAGES
Sunday, February 07, 2010
The Living Will
They got up, unplugged the Computer, and threw out my beer.
They are such a**holes...
stolen from a post by HowieE on the Airstream Forums
Friday, February 05, 2010
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Armchair Quarterback Trophy = Precious
In the run-up to Super Bowl XX-whatever (an event one is unable to ignore, even though I AM living in the tincan equivalent of 'under a rock' in the backyard of the New Orleans Saints' "Who Dat Nation"), this trophy is a very funny, very appropriate and wickedly satiric icon of the foolishness that passes for "fandom" in this country. I even agree with Dinosaurs & Robots guest blogger Greg Allen regarding starting to do some sit-ups ...
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
I Don't See A Problem
The image above is someone's copyright image, no doubt. Whose, I do not know. It is presented here for the amusement of the handful of folks who check to see if I'm still alive. I lay no claim to either owning the rights nor do I have any intention of making one red, white and blue cent from the public display thereof. If you own the rights to this image have your legal beagles contact the law firm of Dewey, Cheatum & Howe, LLC and I shall cheerfully push the destruct button on this entry.
Monday, February 01, 2010
How low the Washington Post will sink to on a slow news day...
Hypothesis: We're going to Hell in a hand basket.
Proof: The Washington Post:
Sticky, smelly Bag Balm: Problem-salving for all
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Friday, January 08, 2010
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Present and accounted for
Well, we made it to Baton Rouge in mid-December. Thanks to the comment by Lois in the last entry, I felt sufficiently guilt-tripped to post his update (grin). The weather has been a delightful mix of sun and rain, until a stray snowflake tickled my nose yesterday afternoon. Looks like my friends in Canada are being overly generous again, shipping their "Alberta Clippers" south to Cajun Country. Tonight they are forecasting a low of 25�° F. By Friday they're predicting a frigid 17° F. Global warming – my left foot. Seems more like the onset of a new ice age to me.
The holidays were pleasant, New Year's Eve was a repeat of the suburban war zone I described two years ago and now the the new year let-down begins. Looking for work sucks in this economy – unless you are physically able to work “offshore”. There seems to be quite a few opportunities for oil & gas platform and related industrial jobs. Not so much for old duffers who can't stand longer than 15 minutes at a time...
I hope you all have a healthy and prosperous new year. Really, who can afford to get sick these days, even if you are so fortunate as to have health insurance coverage?
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