| You Should Learn Japanese |
 You're cutting edge, and you are ready to delve into wacky Japanese culture. From Engrish to eating contests, you're born to be a crazy gaijin. Saiko! |
June 18, 2013
Turning Japanese
The Lottery is Racist!
I read posts every day, some which make me furious, others make me literally laugh out loud and some that do both and have me SMH. This is one of that sort, one in a lottery forum I belong to but don't participate in very much.
why do black americans rarely win big jackpots
I wanted to chime in, but didn't. Others have pointed out the idiocy of the OP more than enough. Someone went to the trouble of finding official photographs of black lottery winners and others broke down the demographics.
I don't like to get serious in here all that much and won't this time either (or at least blather on interminably about it) , but just say that I'm getting tired of the racist label being thrown out there all the time. I'm tired of being called a racist because I don't care for this President, tired of being called one because - in most cases - I support the death penalty and sick to death of being called a racist because I believe something should be done about illegals flooding into this country...and am especially against granting amnesty to those who broke the law coming here and continue to break it by staying and/or using false identification to get benefits they do not deserve.
Using the word "racist" at every turn devalues the true meaning of that word, diminishes the insult when it is directed at people who truly deserve the term. I don't think they've coined a word or phrase about it as they did "Godwin's Law" regarding using the word "Nazi" in a discussion, but they should.
why do black americans rarely win big jackpots
I wanted to chime in, but didn't. Others have pointed out the idiocy of the OP more than enough. Someone went to the trouble of finding official photographs of black lottery winners and others broke down the demographics.
I don't like to get serious in here all that much and won't this time either (or at least blather on interminably about it) , but just say that I'm getting tired of the racist label being thrown out there all the time. I'm tired of being called a racist because I don't care for this President, tired of being called one because - in most cases - I support the death penalty and sick to death of being called a racist because I believe something should be done about illegals flooding into this country...and am especially against granting amnesty to those who broke the law coming here and continue to break it by staying and/or using false identification to get benefits they do not deserve.
Using the word "racist" at every turn devalues the true meaning of that word, diminishes the insult when it is directed at people who truly deserve the term. I don't think they've coined a word or phrase about it as they did "Godwin's Law" regarding using the word "Nazi" in a discussion, but they should.
June 15, 2013
Night Moves - Bob Seger
You might recognize Matt LeBlanc (Friends) and Daphne Zuniga (Melrose Place). LeBlanc claims to have been drunk during the video, having shared a bottle of tequila with Seger immediately before the shoot.
Let's Play Two!
Playing for the Seattle Mariners in a 1990 game against the California Angels, Kenny Griffey Sr. and Ken Griffey Jr. became the only father and son teammates in major league baseball to hit back-to-back home runs. They were also the first father and son to play on the same team.
June 14, 2013
Shocking Quiz Results
| Your Superpower Should Be Manipulating Electricity |
 You're highly reactive, energetic, and super charged. If the occasion calls for it, you can go from 0 to 60 in a split second. But you don't harness your energy unless you truly need to. And because of this, people are often surprised by what you are capable of. Why you would be a good superhero: You have the stamina to fight enemies for days. Your biggest problem as a superhero: As with your normal life, people would continue to underestimate you. |
June 13, 2013
Happy Friday the 13th!
I'm feeling lazy again. What's new? Last published 7/13/12
Bump from a couple of years ago.
No need to waste a perfectly "good" post.
Years ago in a galaxy far, far away....
I hadn't been up very long, so I was sitting there picking at my "supper" my new bride had prepared for me. When you work the night shift (morning tour) on drilling rigs, your day gets turned around and eating spaghetti for "breakfast" is the norm, but still hard to get used to.
Her cooking took even more getting used to.
My wife (now ex) was reading the paper while I sat there watching the clock on the wall tick off the minutes before my ride came to pick me up. All of a sudden, she exclaimed
"Oh gosh, your horoscope!"
"What about it?" I asked without much interest, never having been enthused about that sort of thing. (it always struck me as funny that 100 million Chinese folks were gonna have the exact same sort of day that I was)
"Listen to this!" she went on. "It says 'Beware of working around dangerous machinery' !!!"
I sat there, not saying a thing. I was new to this married business and had made several bad mistakes already, one being that there's no good answers to questions such as "Does this make me look fat?"
("Sort of" isn't one of those good answers, lemme tell ya.)
"And it's Friday the 13th, too!" she exclaimed in fright.
I'm seldom in a good mood after waking up, but not so much after having such a heavy breakfast at nine o'clock at night and definitely not after trying to sleep during the day in a neighborhood full of kids.
What the heck, I thought. I'll torture her a little bit, just like she did me earlier in the afternoon while running the vacuum.
"Y'know, my rig's number is 13." I informed her.
She sat there, looking at me in horror. I went on.
"We're drilling to 13,000 feet, we're 13 miles out on the river road, there's 13 cattle guards between the highway and the rig."
Her mouth was gaped open, her worst fears realized.
"There's also 13 guys on the rig, come to think of it, four guys per crew plus the tool pusher."
For good measure, I went on, "Know what well we're drilling? It's the Flowers #13!" I tried to think of other 13's just to freak her out some more, but that was it.
She sat there for a minute and declared "Well, you'll just have to twist off tonight." using the oil field term for not showing up for work. She was catching on to being a roughneck's wife, for sure.
"I'd better not do that." I told her. "We need the money. " The subject of money was good for getting her to shut up or to talk, whichever one it was I needed her to do at that particular moment. I WAS catching on to this married stuff, I thought.
At the same time, my boss showed up, announcing his arrival with a blast of his car horn. As I started out the door I stopped and said:
"One good thing..." I went on. "If I get killed, you'll probably get a check for $13,000 bucks from the insurance company, I think that's the death benefit."
That wasn't the right thing to say. Maybe I DIDN'T know much about married life. She started to cry. Another impatient honk came from the idling car outside; I glanced at the clock and saw he was late in picking me up. Another minute won't hurt, I thought, and turned to her and with a hug and a quick smooch on the cheek I asked her:
"That's TODAY'S horoscope, right?" She sniffed and nodded her head.
"Think about it..." I said. "Today is nearly over,so my shift will be on the 14th!"
"I've slept THROUGH Friday the 13th!" I assured her.
Immediate relief showed in her eyes, but once again I showed I was a novice at marriage. With an evil grin on my face I said:
"You'll still get the money if I get killed, though."
I DID have some bad luck that day, that Friday the 13th.
It's always bad luck to get hit in the head by a flying lunchbox.
Bump from a couple of years ago.
No need to waste a perfectly "good" post.
Years ago in a galaxy far, far away....
I hadn't been up very long, so I was sitting there picking at my "supper" my new bride had prepared for me. When you work the night shift (morning tour) on drilling rigs, your day gets turned around and eating spaghetti for "breakfast" is the norm, but still hard to get used to.
Her cooking took even more getting used to.
My wife (now ex) was reading the paper while I sat there watching the clock on the wall tick off the minutes before my ride came to pick me up. All of a sudden, she exclaimed
"Oh gosh, your horoscope!"
"What about it?" I asked without much interest, never having been enthused about that sort of thing. (it always struck me as funny that 100 million Chinese folks were gonna have the exact same sort of day that I was)
"Listen to this!" she went on. "It says 'Beware of working around dangerous machinery' !!!"
I sat there, not saying a thing. I was new to this married business and had made several bad mistakes already, one being that there's no good answers to questions such as "Does this make me look fat?"
("Sort of" isn't one of those good answers, lemme tell ya.)
"And it's Friday the 13th, too!" she exclaimed in fright.
I'm seldom in a good mood after waking up, but not so much after having such a heavy breakfast at nine o'clock at night and definitely not after trying to sleep during the day in a neighborhood full of kids.
What the heck, I thought. I'll torture her a little bit, just like she did me earlier in the afternoon while running the vacuum.
"Y'know, my rig's number is 13." I informed her.
She sat there, looking at me in horror. I went on.
"We're drilling to 13,000 feet, we're 13 miles out on the river road, there's 13 cattle guards between the highway and the rig."
Her mouth was gaped open, her worst fears realized.
"There's also 13 guys on the rig, come to think of it, four guys per crew plus the tool pusher."
For good measure, I went on, "Know what well we're drilling? It's the Flowers #13!" I tried to think of other 13's just to freak her out some more, but that was it.
She sat there for a minute and declared "Well, you'll just have to twist off tonight." using the oil field term for not showing up for work. She was catching on to being a roughneck's wife, for sure.
"I'd better not do that." I told her. "We need the money. " The subject of money was good for getting her to shut up or to talk, whichever one it was I needed her to do at that particular moment. I WAS catching on to this married stuff, I thought.
At the same time, my boss showed up, announcing his arrival with a blast of his car horn. As I started out the door I stopped and said:
"One good thing..." I went on. "If I get killed, you'll probably get a check for $13,000 bucks from the insurance company, I think that's the death benefit."
That wasn't the right thing to say. Maybe I DIDN'T know much about married life. She started to cry. Another impatient honk came from the idling car outside; I glanced at the clock and saw he was late in picking me up. Another minute won't hurt, I thought, and turned to her and with a hug and a quick smooch on the cheek I asked her:
"That's TODAY'S horoscope, right?" She sniffed and nodded her head.
"Think about it..." I said. "Today is nearly over,so my shift will be on the 14th!"
"I've slept THROUGH Friday the 13th!" I assured her.
Immediate relief showed in her eyes, but once again I showed I was a novice at marriage. With an evil grin on my face I said:
"You'll still get the money if I get killed, though."
I DID have some bad luck that day, that Friday the 13th.
It's always bad luck to get hit in the head by a flying lunchbox.
June 12, 2013
spelunk
spelunk spe·lunk [spi-luhngk] verb (used without object)
to explore caves, especially as a hobby.
Even though I have a pretty good case of claustrophobia, I've always liked caves. My phobia isn't a full blown raging case of it, but I just don't like being in tight, cramped spaces and if I wasn't crazy when you put me in a straitjacket, I would be in a matter of a few minutes. I've been to "civilized" caves, such as Carlsbad Caverns (and want to go back to see the bats come out at sundown) as well as the Inner Space Cavern near Georgetown, Texas (video tour), but I've also explored several lesser-known and smaller caves.
When I was in junior high, I had one of the best teachers I ever had the pleasure of knowing. He was a brilliant man, a full-blood Cherokee Indian with something like six master's degrees and hundreds and hundreds of college credits to boot. I don't really know why he deigned to teach a bunch of knotheads like us, especially since he didn't have much patience for kids, but if you showed an interest, he would go the extra mile to teach you all you could absorb.
He took us on several class trips, one of which was an extended tour of the western part of Oklahoma where he grew up - a bee farm and tombstone factory were two of the stops - and we spent the entire morning going through a cave system on private land belonging to an old friend of his.
Looking back, it was amazing that we did that; these days schools certainly wouldn't want to be exposed to the potential liability that crawling through caves full of rattlesnakes, bats and other dangers would entail. I could write a thousand words about all the things we did on that one day, but will just relate one story in this post about that trip.
Most of the other kids went fairly far into the cave system, but another guy and I went so far back, we had to start crawling. I stopped when it got too cramped for even that position, but the other guy scooted along on his stomach for another hundred yards, only coming back when he disturbed a colony of bats. (it was too narrow for him to turn around,so he had to scoot backwards) It sends a shiver down my spine thinking about that now.
When we came out, the teacher, the two parents who took cars (my dad being one) and the rest of the class were waiting on us. We were a sight, clothes torn on the rocks, wet and dirty from our spelunking. The teacher just smiled when we told him how far back we had gone and said he had always thought about going even farther, dressing in a wetsuit and greasing himself up so he could fit through the tight spots. He said he thought he could find an underground river that fed some springs in the area.
I'm glad I did that, but wouldn't care to do it again. I guess that's the difference between that carefree (or careless) boy I was then and the cautious old fart I am today.
Moths of the Texas Panhandle
I stumbled across this video after seeing an article about hummingbird moths and wondering if they were found in these parts. Back when I worked on drilling rigs, all sorts of insects and moths would be attracted to the lights of the rig at night, sometimes so thick around the lights on the floor that they blocked out most of the light and it was hard to see and often far-too-easy to have one fly into your mouth.
I remember one guy I worked with insisting they were hummingbirds, but those are fairly rare up in this part of the country. Another guy I worked with would catch the huge moths, unroll their "nose" with a pencil, then tape it inside someone's locker. When he opened it up the next morning, it was always funny to see him startled by the moth frantically fluttering at the guy's eye level.
(EDIT to add: funny to see the guy scared by a moth, but I always felt sorry for the moth; it was cruel, even though I doubt the moth had a very long lifespan.)
My landlady's son, the younger brother of a classmate, was a sophomore one summer when the moths were prolific around the rig and had to do the same project his brother and I had to do at the same age; catch 50 different insects and pin them to a board and label them. I took the young man a lunch box full of moths and asst. other insects I caught one night and he later told me he had over 70 different types of insects and got an "A" for the project!
I used to have some Four O'Clock plants by my porch and during the summer,moths would gather nectar out of the flowers that opened in the late afternoon and stayed open until sunrise the next morning. I had an old black cat that absolutely loved those moths; he grew tired of playing with them and discovered he liked the taste. He wouldn't eat the entire thing, but I would find just the head and wings all over the place, even inside where he had brought them in through the cat flaps. (along with lizards, garden snakes, birds and all sorts of creatures.)
June 11, 2013
Knit Pick
I really need to learn how to knit. I've got so much cat hair in my house that if I had the internal organs, I could knit me another cat.
Knit One, Purl Two - Glenn Miller
The Contents Had To Be Funny
When you saw the cover.
| You Are Humor |
 You love to laugh at life, and if possible, get others to laugh along with you. You believe there's always a humorous side to everything. And your sense of humor ranges from upbeat to very dark. You are outrageous and very honest. You're often the only one willing to say what everyone else is thinking. You are witty and verbally talented. You like to play with words and say things in interesting ways. |
June 10, 2013
June 9, 2013
trousseau
trousseau trous·seau [troo-soh, troo-soh] noun, plural trous·seaux [-sohz, -sohz], trous·seaus.
an outfit of clothing, household linen, etc., for a bride.
My favorite joke about a trousseau.
OK, my ONLY joke about it.
A young woman came back from her honeymoon and her mother went over to the new bride's house the next day to see how it had gone. Her daughter was unpacking and brought out her negligee which had been torn to shreds. The mother was shocked and asked who had done that. The young lady replied that her new husband had caused the damage.
"Didn't he like your trousseau?" asked the mother.
"Oh yes." exclaimed her daughter. "He just liked my torso better than my trousseau, that's why my trousseau is tore so."
Texas Panhandle Supercells
A video diary of a storm chaser from May 8, 2013 taken near Childress.(which is located at the very bottom of the east side of the state line that forms the Panhandle)
June 7, 2013
Sorbet, You Say?
Of course I am!
Chocolate, not all the other things in the results.
Chocolate, not all the other things in the results.
| You Are Chocolate |
 On the surface, you are charming and engaging. People love you, and you're naturally popular. When people dig a bit deeper, they discover your relentless ambitious and drive. You are very goal oriented. You are refreshing because you have impeccable manners and charm. You get along with almost everyone. You have a strong personality, but you keep it under wraps unless the occasion calls for it. Your savvy and intelligence is very cool. People turn to you for what to like and what to do. You have an eye for what is on trend, but you're never intimidating or a snob. You like to share your finds with everyone. |
Pride - Syntax
I was flippin' through channels on the TV the other day and caught the last part of a "Bones" episode and this song was playing. I hadn't heard of the group Syntax and while reading about them, found out this song and others by the group had been used in other television programs and a few movies.
This is a fan-created video; I didn't find an official video. Another YouTube video had also been made by a fan that looked like it fit the lyrics, but it wasn't available for embedding.
This is a fan-created video; I didn't find an official video. Another YouTube video had also been made by a fan that looked like it fit the lyrics, but it wasn't available for embedding.
June 6, 2013
The Longest Day
Trailer for the classic movie, The Longest Day. One of my favorite war movies, it's chock-full of stars including Richard Burton, Sean Connery, Henry Fonda, Peter Lawford, Roddy McDowall, Robert Mitchum, Robert Ryan, Rod Steiger, Stuart Whitman, John Wayne and many more.
Today is the anniversary of the Normandy landings in 1944, arguably the most important day of WWII. Touring the D-Day beaches is on my bucket list.
Today is the anniversary of the Normandy landings in 1944, arguably the most important day of WWII. Touring the D-Day beaches is on my bucket list.
June 5, 2013
Music Album Cover Locations
As regular readers of this blog know, I'm a huge Google Earth fan. One of my favorite sites to which I subscribe via my Google reader is Google Earth Hacks, which posts interesting sites to visit via the GE application and also supplies the .kmz file for the location.
One of the latest posts has Music Album Cover Locations, places around the world where album covers were photographed.
Recognize the place? Perhaps the album cover insert (too small to be seen in the above screenshot) will give it away.
Yes, it's Abby Road in London, the street where the Beatles took the name for one of their most famous albums.
The .kmz file has many other great album covers and locations; some more Beatles records, as well as others from ABBA, Pink Floyd, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Elton John and more.
Download the file at:
Music Album Cover Locations
One of the latest posts has Music Album Cover Locations, places around the world where album covers were photographed.
Recognize the place? Perhaps the album cover insert (too small to be seen in the above screenshot) will give it away.
Yes, it's Abby Road in London, the street where the Beatles took the name for one of their most famous albums.
The .kmz file has many other great album covers and locations; some more Beatles records, as well as others from ABBA, Pink Floyd, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Elton John and more.
Download the file at:
Music Album Cover Locations
June 4, 2013
Farewell Faithful Fido
Did you know President Lincoln's dog Fido was "assassinated" by a drunk in Springfield, IL. just a year after Lincoln was shot and killed? Fido, a yellow retriever-shepherd mix had been the President's faithful companion for over five years.
The Blame Game
Just before I went to bed late last night, I saw an article about Michael Douglas where he blamed his throat cancer on - 'scuse me - oral sex. He didn't blame it on smoking, drinking or poor diet.
It made me think about it all day today. Even if there was proof of what he said caused it, I don't think I'd announce that fact to the world. I finally came to this conclusion:
Just like most liberals, he wants to put all the blame on bush.
It made me think about it all day today. Even if there was proof of what he said caused it, I don't think I'd announce that fact to the world. I finally came to this conclusion:
Just like most liberals, he wants to put all the blame on bush.
A Cool Job
Did you know President Barack Obama's first job was scooping ice cream ? The future President worked for Baskin-Robbins in Honolulu during a high-school summer vacation in the mid-70's.
R.I.P. Deacon Jones
Deacon Jones was terrorizing opposing NFL quarterbacks when I first got interested in football; when I played, I tried to emulate his famous head slap when I could (get away with it). Even when his Rams played the Cowboys, my favorite team, I couldn't help but admire the ferocious way he played. (I think there's at least two sacks of Dallas QBs in the video.
Deacon Jones
December 9, 1938 - June 3, 2013
Deacon Jones
December 9, 1938 - June 3, 2013
June 2, 2013
Sunday Double Feature
A quiz and music to fit the topic, just like I like to do 'em.
Pleasant Valley Sunday - The Monkees
| You Are Sunday |
 You think life is stressful enough, and you like to find peace whenever and wherever possible. Over the years, you've figured out who and what means most to you. You hold on to what matters. Sunday is the perfect day for you to be close to your loved ones and favorite rituals. Even when life is busy and chaotic, you are able to stand back and look at the big picture. You try to live in the moment and not get bogged down by the little annoyances of every day life. |
June 1, 2013
Hair of the Dog - Nazareth
A little personal story: It wasn't long after this song had been released when I bought a brand new "quadraphonic" stereo with four speakers. I purchased the stereo from the hardware store in my home town, paying about fifty bucks more than I should have. I could barely wait to get some new records to listen to and the first album I bought was the Nazareth album with this song on it. I hastily unwrapped the cellophane wrapper and carefully handling the vinyl on the edges as so not to get fingerprints on the record's grooves, I started the turntable and turned up the volume.
After the opening riff, I stepped away to go to the bathroom. I got done, walked back into the room where the stereo was and smelled an acrid, burning odor. About that time the speakers crackled and emitted a high-pitched whine...then smoke started pouring out of the back of my brand new stereo. I quickly unplugged it before it caught on fire.
It wasn't TOTALLY ruined, I had it fixed...to the tune of about half of what I had paid for it. (and yes, I tried to take it back to the store, but he told me to send it to the factory...in Taiwan.)
I was as mad as the S.O.B. they're singing about in the song.
May 31, 2013
A Tale of Two Vets
Boxing great Joe Louis (on the left, below), who served in Army during WWII and actor Lee Marvin (on the right), who served in the Marine Corps during that same war, are buried next to each other in Arlington National Cemetery.
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