I still enjoy help I'm bored
Find your "problem" and click the link. I don't like the fact my hairline is receding faster than Congress's approval ratings, so I clicked "help I'm bald" and got this reassuring answer:
help I'm bored
April 14, 2010
Even Though I'm Never Bored
April 12, 2010
Truer Words
Were never spoken. From our Quote of the Day feed:
An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.
- Winston Churchill
Image courtesy of magixl.com
Car Record Players From Yesteryear
From: I have seen the whole of the internet
Just a few weeks ago I was talking with a guy I had grown up with and we were remembering the old eight-track tape players we had in our vehicles; I told him about a guy who had a record player in his car and my friend said there had been no such thing. (I mentioned them in another post, but hadn't put in any photos.) I will need to print out these photos and show him!
Surprisingly, the player worked fairly well, but sometimes did skip when driving over a bump or into a pothole. The guy also had a nice case for his records, so storage wasn't too much of a problem (except the case took up quite a bit of room). The only problem I saw with his system was that the recordings were almost all C&W and I was more of a rock music fan then. (and still am)
See more of the record players at I have seen the whole of the internet.
I'd also like to take this opportunity to promote the blog; it's one of my favorites and I have it as a subscription in my Google Reader and look forward to the posts. I've recently culled quite a few feeds, but could not bring myself to delete this one from the list.
April 11, 2010
April 10, 2010
Pyrrhic victory
Pyrrhic victory \PIR-ik\ , noun;
1. A victory achieved at great or excessive cost; a ruinous victory.
This perfectly describes this Administration and Congress and all the "ruinous" legislation they've passed over the last several years. I predict there will be a huge turnover in both Houses in the next election, Dems and Repubs alike. (and they ARE alike for the most part)
Farewell to Texas Stadium
The end of a Texas icon will come Sunday morning at 7:00 a.m. CST. View the webcam of the Texas Stadium Implosion. Read what former players and coaches have to say: Long Good-bye
Here are some stadium facts
I've been to two Cowboy games in the stadium, both in the late 70's and both games were with the (then) St. Louis Cardinals; I don't remember the scores or which year was which, but Dallas won one of the games.
Listening to talk radio, I heard one talking head say there were no bad seats in the house, but I would have to disagree. I didn't care for where I was seated - about four/five rows above field level, but in the corner of the end zone. Each time the action made its way to me, the quarter ended and the teams changed ends of the field, putting them far away.
I do remember my g/f (soon to be wife, now my ex-wife) asking me to drive home from the second game we attended. She had experience driving in the metroplex traffic while I was a small town hick driver, but I gamely got behind the wheel and started to fight the traffic back to Denton (n. of Dallas).
It took about an hour to get out of the parking lot and on the freeway; I almost panicked as I was immediately surrounded by six lanes of traffic, all driving well above the speed limit. I kept my cool and thought that as long as I was heading north, I would wind up in the general vicinity of Denton...or even Oklahoma, but at least I would be on the right track.
Somehow I managed to make it to DFW Airport, a shortcut from Denton we always used to go to the football and baseball games, as well as the times we went to Six Flags. I paid the toll at the entrance to the airport and kept driving. I drove for about 30 minutes, thinking that the route looked familar, but in an odd way. Long story short, it wasn't long until I glanced over from the freeway and saw Texas Stadium again! I had made a huge circle and come back through the airport, only from the wrong direction!
Being a long-time Cowboy fan, I have many memories of games played at the stadium, some good, some bad, but this is one of my favorites.
George Teague lights up T.O. for disrespecting the star
I Disagree With These Results
You Are Agreeableness |
 You are an unselfish and considerate person. You don't easily find fault with others. You are helpful and polite. You forgive and forget. You try your best not to start drama. You are warm and welcoming. You are truly happy to see people, and you're willing to give almost anyone a fresh start. You like to cooperate, even if it requires a little give and take. You have a low threshold for drama. |
April 9, 2010
April 8, 2010
The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test
Are you a nerd, geek or dork?
Find out with this quiz.
For The Record:
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
My results:
Congratulations!
57 % Nerd, 22% Geek, 39% Dork
You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.
The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendencies associated with the "dork." No-longer. Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.
The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test
Money Origami
From the site:
Defacing money is a federal crime, but folding money is a great time.
Show off your bling with a classic dollar bill ring.
A good way to launder a dollar is to fold it into a tiny shirt with a collar.
So, grab a buck and test your luck, because you'll never regret that you tried all the awesome projects in this fun money origami guide!
Money Origami
"All the Love I Crave"
You Find it Somewhat Easy to Love |
 Love is never easy, and you while you try your best to let love into your life, it's a struggle. You find it a bit difficult to get close to and trust other people. You've been burned before! You keep your heart as open as possible. You would like to love more and be loved in return. Wanting love is half the battle, so keep up the hard work. Eventually you'll get all the love you crave. |
Somebody to Love - Jefferson Airplane
April 7, 2010
This is why...
...ol' Ben was never President
Honesty is the best policy.
- Benjamin Franklin
From our Quote of the Day feed
(in right-hand column)
April 6, 2010
Land of Nod
Land of Nod \land-uhv-NOD\ , noun;
1. A mythical land of sleep.
Origin:
Land of Nod is a pun on the biblical place-name, the country to which Cain journeyed after slaying Abel. See Genesis, 4:16.
I love the Land of Nod. I don't need a passport, or even bedtime, just a few too many carbs at any time of the day.
Sistine Chapel
Use the pan and zoom features to fully explore the beauty of the Sistine Chapel.
Sistine Chapel
Slashed Army T-Shirt
From the site:
Go for stylishly dishevelled (sic) cool in Balmain's olive green distressed detail cotton t-shirt. Work the runway look by teaming this statement staple with cargo pants and ankle boots for a luxe spin on utility chic.
$1,625
Uh, I'll make you a t-shirt like this for ten bucks, five if you supply the shirt.
The (sic) was added because it's spelled "disheveled". You'd think that for $1625 they could afford a proofreader.
April 5, 2010
3-2-1 Lift Off
From the NASA Image of the Day Gallery
Space shuttle Discovery's engines ignited at 6:21 a.m. EDT Monday, April 5, for liftoff of the STS-131 mission from Launch Pad 39A at NASA's Kennedy Space Center. The seven-member crew will deliver the multi-purpose logistics module Leonardo, filled with supplies, a new crew sleeping quarters and science racks that will be transferred to the International Space Station's laboratories. The crew also will switch out a gyroscope on the station’s truss, install a spare ammonia storage tank and retrieve a Japanese experiment from the station’s exterior. STS-131 is the 33rd shuttle mission to the station and the 131st shuttle mission.
Image Credit: NASA/Troy Cryder
Beans for Breakfast
Fried breakfast is healthiest start to day, say scientists
From the UK Telegraph website:
Scientists believe that breakfast programmes the metabolism for the rest of the day, and a fatty meal will help the body break down fat later on.
Carbohydrate rich foods in contrast appear mainly to prepare the body to break down only carbohydrates, the International Journal of Obesity reports.
Read the rest of the story
The first time I ever knew of anyone eating beans for breakfast was in the movie Trainspotting; in one scene a family was sitting down for breakfast and had beans on their plates. Several years later I asked a British friend of mine if she ate beans for breakfast; she looked at me funny and told me "No." I didn't press the issue because of the way she eyed me after the question. I think she thought I was "taking the mick".
The breakfast pictured above and on the site sure looks great to me, though. Toast, tomatoes, sausage, eggs and ham, along with some fried mushrooms and potatoes...plus the beans.
Since that time, I've had beans for breakfast...right out of the can. Not nearly as good as I expect they would be with the rest of the breakfast in the photo.
Eggciting Webcam!
From the UNL Extension in Lancaster County website:
These chicken eggs were set on March 17 and should hatch about April 6-9. The eggs are from buff orpington chickens.
This cam has been featured in ToTG a couple of times before.
Mark your calendars!
Update: Hatchin' goin' on!
Update from site:
These buff orpington chicken hatched on April 6. Thanks to Clayton Hammond for donating the eggs! We are setting call duck eggs this afternoon - donated by Eric Stehlik.
Random Password Generator
From the site:
This form allows you to generate random passwords. The randomness comes from atmospheric noise, which for many purposes is better than the pseudo-random number algorithms typically used in computer programs.
The passwords generated by this form are transmitted to your browser securely (via SSL) and are not stored on the RANDOM.ORG server. Nevertheless, the best data security practice is not to let anyone but yourself generate your most important passwords. So, feel free to use these passwords for your wi-fi encryption or for that extra Gmail account, but you shouldn't use any online service to generate passwords for highly sensitive things, such as your online bank account.
Random Password Generator
grok
grok \GRAWK\ , verb;
1. To understand, especially in a profound and intimate way. Slang.
Origin:
The slang word grok was coined by Robert A. Heinlein in the science fiction novel "Stranger in a Strange Land", where it is a Martian word meaning literally "to drink" and metaphorically "to be one with".
I already knew that.
April 4, 2010
Fat Joe
A long time ago I worked for a local drilling contractor; it was a small company and at the time had only six rigs and I did stints on three of them. For a few weeks I worked on the smallest rig they had, a triple like the rest, but with the smallest sub-structure and in fact, it was the "junkiest" rig of the six.
At the urging of a guy I had worked with before, I went to work for his cousin, Joe. Now Joe was a big man...not a large man in size, but he was FAT. I've worked with guys who weren't in the best of shape, with guys who had beer bellies, but a truly fat guy is hard to find on drilling rigs due to the physical nature of the job.
Joe was the exception, both in size and "the physical nature". He never did much, instead preferring to point at what he wanted done. Sure, a driller is a step up from a floor or derrick hand, but they're still expected to get their hands dirty now 'n then. I think Joe had gloves that lasted years, never needing washing.
Joe was so fat, we called him "Joebba the Hutt"
To top all that off, Joe wasn't a fun guy like many fat guys are; basically, he was a despicable S.O.B. without much of a sense of humor, nor much good sense. For a work vehicle, he drove an old orange Dodge pickup with tires showing a dangerous amount of cord (and I've always said the drive killed more roughnecks than ever did the drillers) and that P.O.S. truck was lucky to hit on 6-7 of the 8 cylinders. I don't think the heater worked, but if it did, it wouldn't have mattered because there were holes in the floorboards big enough to throw a hardhat through.
(that's no exaggeration; I lost a good lunch box when it vibrated out the largest hole, the one on my side of the cab. Joe, being the despicable S.O.B. as I previously said, wouldn't even stop to go back and get it. I probably would've insisted, but I expect it didn't survive the fall and besides that, I was probably somewhat addled from the exhaust fumes coming up through the holes)
It was in the middle of the coldest winter in years when I worked for Fat Joe and normally, when there wasn't much to do, the hands would congregate in the top doghouse to get warm. Since Joe very seldom left it, we dressed as warmly as we could and stayed away...otherwise ol' Fat Joe would grunt and point to something he thought we should be doing that we really SHOULDN'T be doing during sub-zero weather, like painting or scrubbing the derrick.
I was down in the mud house, huddled around a propane torch with the rest of the hands when we heard a whistle; it was Joe at the top of the back steps, waving. His cousin started up the steps but Joe shook his head (and several rolls of neck fat shaking in tandem, his triple-chin wiggling like Jell-O) and pointed towards Yours Truly.
Oh crap, I thought, and headed up the stairs. As soon as I got to the top, Joe said "Get me a clean bucket." I figured I was going to be set to scrubbing something during that frigid night, just great.
I looked, but couldn't find a clean bucket, so I opened up a new bucket of pipe dope (a graphite-based lubricant for the drillstem) and scraped what was left of a nearly empty bucket into it. I then had to get some diesel and wash out the dregs, then used soapy water to finish cleaning it. I put some more soap in it, filled with water in anticipation of having to wash whatever it was Fat Joe wanted washing. I figured he might very well have me wash his truck, that's what kind of S.O.B. he was.
I lugged the bucket into the doghouse, set it down and backed up to the stove for a bit of warmth, hoping he was only going to have me clean up the floor or better yet, wipe down the doghouse. At least I'd be warm while I scrubbed.
I barely had time to get out of the way of the sudsy deluge as he kicked over the bucket in the general direction of the door. Astounded, I couldn't help but just look at him, wondering if he'd gone crazy.
"You gonna stay in here?" he asked. I shook my head, not understanding. "You gonna stay in here while I take a ****?" he elaborated.
Oh gag. I shook my head in disgust and left. I made my way back down to the mud house where I told the guys what had just taken place. They told me he did that to all the new hands and that I would be required to go dump it.
I stared at them in disbelief. "You're kiddin', right?" I asked. "The fat bas***d is too lazy to go out to the outhouse at the edge of the location....and he expects US to dump....???" I couldn't even finish, I was so flabbergasted. "Yep." said his cousin. "I'm glad yer here or else I'D have to keep doin' it." he said.
"Well, I ain't doin' it." I informed my smirking crewmates. "Oh, I bet you will if you wanna keep your job." the derrick hand told me.
"I wouldn't have a job where I had to do something like that." I maintained, looking in their faces for traces of "the big tease". "You're BS'in' me, aintchoo?" I went on.
About that time we heard another whistle and there was Fat Joe again, waving for me to come back up to the rig floor. With growing trepidation , I started up the steps, following Joe as he waddled back into the warmth of the doghouse. "Dump this out." he informed me, pushing the bucket towards me with his foot.
"You're kiddin', right?" I had to ask. New guys get pranks pulled on them all the time. "Nope." said Joe, sucking in his huge gut, puffing out his chest, trying to intimidate me. "Thass yer job."
"You can stick that bucket and what's in it back up where it came from." I told him with a cold rage I'd never felt before. "You lazy fat ****, you can dump your own ****."
"I'll run yer ass off." he told me. "Fine." I retorted. "I've been fired by better men than you, that's for sure."
"You'll have to walk home." he told me. "Nope," I replied, taking a step towards him. "You brought me out here, you're gonna take me home." and advanced towards him with clenched fists.
I guess Fat Joe had never had the threat of violence directed to him before. "I can fire you if I want." he said with much less assurance in his voice than he did when he directed me to dispose of his bodily waste.
"Yep, you can." I told him, taking off my glasses so they wouldn't get broken in the fight. "I can also get rid of THAT" kicking the bucket with my foot "by making you eat it. "
Fat Joe frantically glanced around, looking for something to put between him and me for protection. The only thing that would have saved him was that bucket.
"You can fire me." I said through my clenched jaw, looking at Fat Joe through a haze of red. "But I'm ridin' home with you and as soon as you let me off I'm jerkin' yer fat ass outta that truck, THEN I'm going to go see ******* (the owner of the drilling company). Handlin' yer crap ain't part of the job description."
I said more, but nothing that's fit to repeat in this blog. I did absolutely nothing the rest of the night and dressed into my street clothes an hour before relief got there, packing my stuff then sitting in the truck until time to go home. I was going to make sure that fat S.O.B was going to give me a ride back to town. He couldn't throw me out, but he COULD file charges against me for kickin' his fat butt.
To make this long, distasteful story short, his cousin had to go dump the bucket. I wasn't fired, because I was quitting. Fat Joe probably lost some sleep that day, rustling up another hand, or I expect, being the lazy puke that he was, he had his cousin find him someone.
His cousin was killed a few years later; he fell asleep while driving home from the rig. The derrick hand was knifed to death when he made a drunken pass at a lesbian's girlfriend. I don't know what happened to Fat Joe but the next time I worked for the company he was no longer employed there.
I expect he asked someone else to dump the bucket, someone who hadn't the kind and gentle nature I possess.
April 3, 2010
Carbon Black Worker
Sunray 1942
Click for larger view
From Library of Congress
Not the original; I cropped a bit out. Shorpy has a clearer, altered version.
I remember a joke about two Yankees who came to Texas to find work at one of the many carbon black plants that used to surround Pampa. A few days later they were back home up north and their friends asked them why they had not stayed to work.
"No need." they replied. "The plant had burned up".
A joke isn't funny if you have to explain it, but the gist of the joke was the men had thought the coating of carbon black on the plant meant it had caught on fire.
One of my first jobs was at the Cabot Machine shop just outside of town; the lady personnel mgr. told me the carbon black plant paid nearly a dollar an hour more and that's the job I wanted, but she told me I probably wouldn't like it. I probably wouldn't have because I didn't like the machine shop, either.
malversation
malversation \mal-vur-SAY-shun\ , noun;
1. Misconduct, corruption, or extortion in public office.
This describes this administration and probably close to 95% of Congress.
Can't Get Married, Can't Get Divorced
Not if you're gay and live in Texas.
Measure's sponsors oppose gay divorce
A state lawmaker and a former legislator are joining in the challenge to a Dallas judge's recent decision that a gay couple can get divorced in Texas.
After the October decision by Judge Tena Callahan, the state attorney general filed an appeal. On Friday, a brief was filed in the Dallas Court of Appeals by the Liberty Institute, on behalf of Rep. Warren Chisum, R-Pampa, and former state senator Todd Staples, R-Palestine.
Chisum and Staples co-sponsored the Marriage Amendment, which limited marriage to a man and woman and was passed by voters in 2005.
At issue in the case is a couple who married in Massachusetts in 2006.
Chisum also doesn't like straight people divorcing; in 2008, Chisum announced that he will introduce a bill to prolong the waiting time in Texas to finalize a divorce.
Chisum served the first eight years of his House tenure as a Democrat, but he switched to GOP allegiance in 1996, when his district became measurably more Republican in orientation after redistricting.
He also helped pass a law -- later struck down by the Fifth U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals -- limiting the number of "sex toys" that could be in one's possession.
I started to write a lengthy essay on gays and on Chisum, but decided against it. (I blather on too much as it is, and I really don't want to get TOO serious in this blog) I have no use for Chisum (or any other flip-floppers who do it for solely political purposes) and I don't care if gays get married and think the ban on gays in the military is not only a bad idea, but unconstitutional. I also think the govt. has absolutely no right meddling in people's private lives and in particular their bedrooms.
I May Be Odd, But I Have a Ball
Your Late Bedtime Says You're an Oddball |
 You like to do your own thing, even if you have to make sacrifices for your lifestyle. You are extremely creative and inspired. It's easy for you to lose time in your projects. You tend to live hard and not take as good of care of yourself as you should. Sleep often comes last for you, if it comes at all... and you're always hurting in the morning. |
April 2, 2010
Major Kong Rides the Bomb
IMO, the best scene of all-time.
From one of my favorite movies: Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
Instant CSI
Click the glasses...then click the glasses.
Apologies to all who came and found an invalid link. Of course, you won't come back since the link was dead, so you won't read this apology....
Anyway, here's another site I found w/ the same thing.
slake
slake \SLAYK\ , verb;
1. To satisfy; to quench; to extinguish; as, to slake thirst.
2. To cause to lessen; to make less active or intense; to moderate; as, slaking his anger.
3. To cause (as lime) to heat and crumble by treatment with water.
intransitive verb:
1. To become slaked; to crumble or disintegrate, as lime.
This word, believe it or not, is one I "use" quite often...but usually only to myself. When my sugar is too high, I get an extreme thirst and when I get through gulping down a copious amount of water, I think to myself "I slaked that thirst."
Really, I do. (although I don't think to myself "That's a copious amount of water I just drank." It does lead to a copious amount of peeing, though)
The third verb definition reminded me of all the lime I have mixed into drilling mud back when I worked on the rigs; lime was used for many reasons, but for the most part was used to control the ph of the fluid.
We used it for other purposes also, the main one being to "deodorize" our "outhouse". A few cupfuls dropped down the hole kept the flies away and the smell to a minimum. Quite by accident, I also found that it could warm up my hands during the coldest winter night. Donning a pair of rubber gloves, I would run some water over them then stick my hands into the sack of lime. The chemical process would create heat and would ease the pain in my aching hands.
Never thought of it that way, but I suppose that "slaked" the pain of the cold, too.
April 1, 2010
ToTG Sets Record!
No, not a late April Fool's joke, but this blog actually set a record for visits today. (well, a record for this blog) The increased traffic resulted from the post Google Changes Name and came from the hoax post at the official Google blog.
Here are screenshots from our Flag Counter widget:
Weekly visitors
The dark blue denotes new visitors (1,303) and the light blue is the total counter views. (1,687). I'm sure most of the total above and beyond the first-time views is from me popping back in here so many times watching the numbers climb on the Feedjit widget. I couldn't keep up with the count, but at one time I estimate there were over a hundred hits in less than a minute.
Here is the graph for monthly visitors:
The previous record for visitors was something on the order of 200+ when a post about the marquee tag was linked to from a Mozilla forum with another post about the Cast Away crossroads following close behind. (and that one wasn't about the movie, but was from an alternative energy thread in a forum and meant to illustrate how flat and suitable this area is for wind generators)
What did I learn from this? Well, if I want to increase hits, all I have to do is link to the Google blog. First, though, I'll need to load this blog up with ads.
Nah, THAT would be a joke, thinking I could make money off of this blog.
UPDATE: As I predicted, yesterday had our second largest number of visitors, with 399 first-time visitors and 515 total.
There also was an increase in hits on the "Cast Away" posts; it must have been showing on TV.
hugger-mugger
hugger-mugger \HUH-guhr-muh-guhr\ , noun;
1. A disorderly jumble; muddle; confusion.
2. Secrecy; concealment.
adjective:
1. Confused; muddled; disorderly.
2. Secret.
adverb:
1. In a muddle or confusion.
2. Secretly.
transitive verb:
1. To keep secret.
intransitive verb:
1. To act in a secretive manner.
Nothing secret about this blog, but "confused; muddled; disorderly" certain fits.
Google Changes Name
To: 
Read more: A different kind of company name
Y'know, if they're going to pull an April Fool's joke, they should use a little more creativity like they have in the past. YouTube's offering is also pretty lame.
Here's some not-so-lame pranks: 10 Greatest April Fools Hoaxes
Plus these: Caricature of the Day or Sunken Yacht Prank and this one: How to Make April Fool's Food
UPDATE:
Now the GMail blog chimes in: Today’s vowel outage
And this one from Big Journalism, totally unbelievable:
Sarah Palin Switches Parties, Becomes Democrat; Media Rejoices
March 31, 2010
3-Year Old Drummer
I don't like to post so many vids on one page, but I saw this earlier and if I don't post it now, I might forget it.
All-Mom Rock Band
This is not your father's rock music! Merry & the Mood Swings is a Dallas area group of part-time rock stars who happen to be full-time mothers.
March 30, 2010
popinjay
popinjay \POP-in-jay\ , noun;
1. A vain and talkative person.
You're So Vain - Carly Simon
A few years ago I won a radio call-in contest because I was the first one to correctly identify what "Gavotte" was.
I'm not for sure who was the subject of the song. (my money's on Warren Beatty)
March 29, 2010
March 27, 2010
sylvan
sylvan \SIL-vuhn\ , adjective;
1. Of or pertaining to woods or forest regions.
2. Living or located in a wood or forest.
3. Abounding in forests or trees; wooded.
noun:
1. A fabled deity or spirit of the woods.
2. One that lives in or frequents the woods or forest; a rustic.
Sometimes I can't see the sylvan for the sylvan.
Spork Over the Cash
Million Dollar Spork?
By Ben Briscoe
NewsChannel 10
PAMPA, TEXAS - An area jail is being sued by one of its inmates for one million dollars, but the merits of the complaint are raising concerns about wasting the court's time and your taxes.
The suit was filed in federal court against three gray county jail employees including Sheriff Don Copeland. In the complaint inmate Darren Hathcoat writes by hand that the three defendants ordered, "all the jailers and the civilian kitchen workers to feed me off of styrfoam tray with no utinsels. I had to eat with my bair hands for 11 months."
Because they did not let him use a spork like other inmates... Hathcoat writes the court should, "award me one million dollars for the demorilization and metal anguish."
District Judge John Board says the courts are flooded with civil suits from prisoners. There's so many, Texas has two separate statues on the books about these inmate complaints. If a judge thinks the claim from an inmate is frivolous - they can either dismiss it without a hearing or require the person in jail to pay money up front in case it ends up being a waste of time. But board says judges exercise extreme caution.
Not for sure if the quote from the inmate is verbatim with the misspellings or slip-shod editing on the website's part.
March 26, 2010
impecunious
impecunious \im-pih-KYOO-nee-uhs\ , adjective;
1. Not having money; habitually without money; poor.
I looked this one up in the dictionary and found my picture with the definition.
Anti-Police Dog
You've heard of police dogs? This is an anti-police dog.
A Chattanooga Police officer, while running radar at 1410 Workman Road on Sunday night, had his patrol car attacked by a ferocious bulldog.
Officer Clayton Holmes said he had stopped to work on a report when he felt his car shaking. He got out to investigate and what he found was a bulldog chewing on his patrol car.
The dog chewed two tires and the entire front bumper off of the car.
Interview with Henry "Hank" Skinner
Another video (Two parts) of another interview (explicit language) at top of page, along with an interview with a friend of one of the victims.
Skinner Execution, Family Friend Speaks Out
March 25, 2010
Baked by Alice B. Toklas
You Are Brownies |
 You are outgoing and friendly. You don't let yourself stress too much - there's too much life to be enjoyed! You are easy on yourself and those around you. Even if you eat the whole pan of brownies, it's really not a big deal. Your friends can always count on you for a smile or a laugh. You rarely judge or criticize. You are sweet because you realize not everyone's perfect. You don't try to be perfect, and you love yourself even more for it. |
Alice B. Toklas
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