From time to time, at OWW's Own Discretion (hereafter OWWOD) I may post what I consider to be "Notable Quotes", aka "Jeez, I Wish I'd Said That".
His Lordship the Earl of Sandwhich: "I don't know whether you will die upon the gallows or of the pox" (the "pox" referring to syphilis).
John Wilkes, English radical (NOT relate to John Wilkes Booth): "That depends on whether I embrace your Lordship's principles or your mistress."
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Travails with Tech Support
First, go and read THIS.
Trust me, when Mrs. OWW can't post, or even see her blog, she is... cranky. Irritated. Ready to remove heads with MY bare hands ("Kill 'em Honey - I know just where to hide the bodies...").
It seems that one of our friends has a friend with access to 2500 acres of woodlands. This friend of a friend also has a backhoe.
I think he (the friend of a friend) may also know exactly where Jimmy Hoffa is.
Actually, I suspect that my friend (not the friend of a friend) may also have some... knowledge that I. Don't. Want. To. Know.
Fortunately for my nightmare situation, Mujibar-The-Tech-Support-Weenie managed to fix things to my beloved's satisfaction, thereby sparing me the trauma of removing some of Mujibar's important body parts with a dull paring knife.
I will sleep soundly this evening, knowing that the paring knife will stay safely in it's appointed place...
Trust me, when Mrs. OWW can't post, or even see her blog, she is... cranky. Irritated. Ready to remove heads with MY bare hands ("Kill 'em Honey - I know just where to hide the bodies...").
It seems that one of our friends has a friend with access to 2500 acres of woodlands. This friend of a friend also has a backhoe.
I think he (the friend of a friend) may also know exactly where Jimmy Hoffa is.
Actually, I suspect that my friend (not the friend of a friend) may also have some... knowledge that I. Don't. Want. To. Know.
Fortunately for my nightmare situation, Mujibar-The-Tech-Support-Weenie managed to fix things to my beloved's satisfaction, thereby sparing me the trauma of removing some of Mujibar's important body parts with a dull paring knife.
I will sleep soundly this evening, knowing that the paring knife will stay safely in it's appointed place...
Oh, So Civilized...
.... and tolerant, and cultured, right?
Go to this YouTube video, and then tell me that again!
Do you know how to measure a mob's mentality? Take the IQ of the stupidest member of the mob, divide by the number of people in the mob, and there you have it.
Those clowns are idiots.
Go to this YouTube video, and then tell me that again!
Do you know how to measure a mob's mentality? Take the IQ of the stupidest member of the mob, divide by the number of people in the mob, and there you have it.
Those clowns are idiots.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Ad-Ware
Currently chasing a nasty ad-ware thingie that's infested a co-worker's home PC.
There is a special place reserved for these folks. And if I ever manage to meet one of them, the Jury of My Peers will return "Not Guilty".
AssHats!
There is a special place reserved for these folks. And if I ever manage to meet one of them, the Jury of My Peers will return "Not Guilty".
AssHats!
More on Veteran's Day
For those that have defended it, freedom has a taste that the protected will never know...
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Veteran's Day
This is the 11th Day of the 11th Month, the day that guns fell silent in 1918.
The 11th of November was originally called "Armistice Day". In America, it later became "Veteran's Day", in England and the Commonwealth, "Remembrance Day".
Like a lot of Vets, I have a bit of a difficult time with Veteran's Day. I didn't do much, just floated around on a couple of US Navy ships, worked hard most of the time, and partied when I could. So, when the politicians say all these nice things about Vets, I have a hard time believing that they could possibly be referring to me.
They're talking about the guy two doors down the street. He's a Navy CPO, a submariner ("bubblehead" to those in the know), who's currently in Afghanistan of all places, making sure that some SpecOps folks get the gear they need to operate.
They're talking about Butch and Dan, who spent twenty-plus years running around in various submarines, doing whatever they were told to the very best of their ability. Since they're pretty bright and determined guys, there's no doubt in my mind they did it well.
They're talking about my Father-In-Law, one of the last of the China Marines. He served in China from 1946 right up to the time the last Marine was pulled out.
They're talking about John, who did two tours in Viet Nam in the US Army. He was, according to him, "Dinged a couple of times".
And my Dad, of course. US Army (Infantry) 1941-1946, France and Germany. Dad never talked much about his war. But he always knew that we were proud of him. Dad isn't around this year, as he passed away in July, aged 85.
Thanks, Guys.
The 11th of November was originally called "Armistice Day". In America, it later became "Veteran's Day", in England and the Commonwealth, "Remembrance Day".
Like a lot of Vets, I have a bit of a difficult time with Veteran's Day. I didn't do much, just floated around on a couple of US Navy ships, worked hard most of the time, and partied when I could. So, when the politicians say all these nice things about Vets, I have a hard time believing that they could possibly be referring to me.
They're talking about the guy two doors down the street. He's a Navy CPO, a submariner ("bubblehead" to those in the know), who's currently in Afghanistan of all places, making sure that some SpecOps folks get the gear they need to operate.
They're talking about Butch and Dan, who spent twenty-plus years running around in various submarines, doing whatever they were told to the very best of their ability. Since they're pretty bright and determined guys, there's no doubt in my mind they did it well.
They're talking about my Father-In-Law, one of the last of the China Marines. He served in China from 1946 right up to the time the last Marine was pulled out.
They're talking about John, who did two tours in Viet Nam in the US Army. He was, according to him, "Dinged a couple of times".
And my Dad, of course. US Army (Infantry) 1941-1946, France and Germany. Dad never talked much about his war. But he always knew that we were proud of him. Dad isn't around this year, as he passed away in July, aged 85.
Thanks, Guys.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
The "Second Bill of Rights"
There's been some talk about a "Second Bill of Rights". The enumeration of these "Rights" goes all the way back to 1944, to President Franklin D. Roosevelt's fourth Inaugral Address.
Here they are, lifted from Wikipedia:
The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the nation;
The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;
The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;
The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;
The right of every family to a decent home;
The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;
The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;
The right to a good education.
So, here's the problem, as I see it: These are all admirable goals, but WHO decides?
WHO decides what a "good education" is, and who gets the "good education"?
WHO decides what "adequate medical care is", and who gets it?
WHO decides what a "decent home" is, and who gets it?
And... WHO decides the method of paying for all this, and WHO pays the bill?
Here they are, lifted from Wikipedia:
The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the nation;
The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;
The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;
The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;
The right of every family to a decent home;
The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;
The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;
The right to a good education.
So, here's the problem, as I see it: These are all admirable goals, but WHO decides?
WHO decides what a "good education" is, and who gets the "good education"?
WHO decides what "adequate medical care is", and who gets it?
WHO decides what a "decent home" is, and who gets it?
And... WHO decides the method of paying for all this, and WHO pays the bill?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
More Politics
It's pretty evident that Sen. Obama wants higher taxes. You can see the actual numbers HERE.
We (Mrs. OWW and my humble self) would get hammered by an Obama administration. These are hard numbers, folks.
Just from the expiration of the "Bush Tax Cuts" Mrs. OWW and HimSelf would get hammered. And trust me - we ain't even low-end "rich".
We're not hurting, right now, but with Obama, our charitable giving would get a hard second look.
Why? Look at the numbers, and think - If the Gummint is taking over, the Gummint can damned well try to pick up the slack.
Without my help, ThankYouVeryMuch.
We (Mrs. OWW and my humble self) would get hammered by an Obama administration. These are hard numbers, folks.
Just from the expiration of the "Bush Tax Cuts" Mrs. OWW and HimSelf would get hammered. And trust me - we ain't even low-end "rich".
We're not hurting, right now, but with Obama, our charitable giving would get a hard second look.
Why? Look at the numbers, and think - If the Gummint is taking over, the Gummint can damned well try to pick up the slack.
Without my help, ThankYouVeryMuch.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Reading Rob Smith
I had a post in my mind, all tightened up and ready to go, about politics and public policy and international relations. All reasoned out, logically organized, and just about perfect, when I made a Big Mistake.
I have a nasty habit. I talk to myself while I'm thinking about things. And I said to myself, "Bejus! That's some GOOD stuff, OWW!"
"Bejus?" I thought to myself. Where'd that come from?
It came from HERE.
I met Rob once, at a blogmeet. The "Wreckle in Jeckyll". 'Nuff said. Google it - then you'll know.
After re-reading some of Rob's posts, my carefully crafted, logical, rational and thoughtful construction went right out the window.
Just dayum!
I have a nasty habit. I talk to myself while I'm thinking about things. And I said to myself, "Bejus! That's some GOOD stuff, OWW!"
"Bejus?" I thought to myself. Where'd that come from?
It came from HERE.
I met Rob once, at a blogmeet. The "Wreckle in Jeckyll". 'Nuff said. Google it - then you'll know.
After re-reading some of Rob's posts, my carefully crafted, logical, rational and thoughtful construction went right out the window.
Just dayum!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Laptop Computers
I acquired a Compaq Presario laptop last year - a gift from my Dad.
It came with Windows Vista Home Premium (and ain't that a mouthful?) and a suite of the usual crapola - "trial" software and "special offers" for high-speed internet access.
Most of that had been eliminated by my Sis, whom Dad had deputized to be the System Configuration Wizard.
Over the past year, Vista has been getting "flaky" - it would lock up with the busy whirlythingie if I left it just sit there for five minutes. I know this 'cause I timed it. Three or four times, five minutes every time.
I spelunked around the web, and found Gizmo's Best Freeware (HIGHLY recommended by OWW), and once there, found THIS, which led to THIS, which are also both HIGHLY recommended by OWW, with the caveat that if your system is running well, DON'T FUSS WITH IT! If it ain't broke....
Alas, none of these tweaks helped.
At least three other people with identical laptops didn't have this problem, so I decided to do the dreaded System Restore To As-Shipped condition.
The System Restore took most of yesterday (after backing up my data), and most of that time was spent in very carefully removing the stuff I didn't want on the system, such as Office 2007 Student (I use Office 2003 Professional) and adding in the stuff that I use.
So far, so good - I'm back up and running, and it doesn't lock up after five minutes of idle time.
So far.... after all it IS Windows, neh?
It came with Windows Vista Home Premium (and ain't that a mouthful?) and a suite of the usual crapola - "trial" software and "special offers" for high-speed internet access.
Most of that had been eliminated by my Sis, whom Dad had deputized to be the System Configuration Wizard.
Over the past year, Vista has been getting "flaky" - it would lock up with the busy whirlythingie if I left it just sit there for five minutes. I know this 'cause I timed it. Three or four times, five minutes every time.
I spelunked around the web, and found Gizmo's Best Freeware (HIGHLY recommended by OWW), and once there, found THIS, which led to THIS, which are also both HIGHLY recommended by OWW, with the caveat that if your system is running well, DON'T FUSS WITH IT! If it ain't broke....
Alas, none of these tweaks helped.
At least three other people with identical laptops didn't have this problem, so I decided to do the dreaded System Restore To As-Shipped condition.
The System Restore took most of yesterday (after backing up my data), and most of that time was spent in very carefully removing the stuff I didn't want on the system, such as Office 2007 Student (I use Office 2003 Professional) and adding in the stuff that I use.
So far, so good - I'm back up and running, and it doesn't lock up after five minutes of idle time.
So far.... after all it IS Windows, neh?
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Birthdays
In my side of the family, birthdays tend to run together.
My Mom, my two sisters, and I all have our birthdays within a month of each other.
I've carried on that tradition with my middle daughter, Chickie. It makes for a chaotic two days.
Of course, it starts much earlier, like about two weeks earlier.
Below is a text message conversation between Chickie (now 14, as of yesterday) and Moogie (aka "Moooooom!")
Text messaging with Chickie the other morning:
Me: Good morning sunshine! Happy Wednesday. We are half way there!
Her: Yay! Only 10 more days to go!
Me: I still don't have your list. :)
Her: Just an IPOD, and a card.
Me: But what kind? Color pref? Etc.
Her: Blue :)
Me: Yes, blue. But what is the name of the IPOD you want?
Her: Ipod nano, 3rd generation.
Me: Oh, and blue. :)
Her: Yep
Me: Ok, Blue Shuffle, got it.
Her: No. Ipod NANO 3RD GENERATION.
Me: What's that?
Her: What i want for my birthday!
Me: What do you want?
Her: Omg. a blue ipod nano, 3rd generation.
Me: What's that?
Her: Look it up.
Me: Look what up?
For some reason, she wouldn't answer my text messages any more. I wonder why?
So, of course, my bad self had to get in on this. I kept making references to "Shuffle, 2nd Generation, Red" which of course was hidden somewhere in the house (it wasn't).
Drove her freakin' nuts for seven (7) looooong days.
Heh....
What I'm afraid of is that what goes around, comes around.
Today is MY birthday.
I gotta wonder what Chickie has in mind for Me......
My Mom, my two sisters, and I all have our birthdays within a month of each other.
I've carried on that tradition with my middle daughter, Chickie. It makes for a chaotic two days.
Of course, it starts much earlier, like about two weeks earlier.
Below is a text message conversation between Chickie (now 14, as of yesterday) and Moogie (aka "Moooooom!")
Text messaging with Chickie the other morning:
Me: Good morning sunshine! Happy Wednesday. We are half way there!
Her: Yay! Only 10 more days to go!
Me: I still don't have your list. :)
Her: Just an IPOD, and a card.
Me: But what kind? Color pref? Etc.
Her: Blue :)
Me: Yes, blue. But what is the name of the IPOD you want?
Her: Ipod nano, 3rd generation.
Me: Oh, and blue. :)
Her: Yep
Me: Ok, Blue Shuffle, got it.
Her: No. Ipod NANO 3RD GENERATION.
Me: What's that?
Her: What i want for my birthday!
Me: What do you want?
Her: Omg. a blue ipod nano, 3rd generation.
Me: What's that?
Her: Look it up.
Me: Look what up?
For some reason, she wouldn't answer my text messages any more. I wonder why?
So, of course, my bad self had to get in on this. I kept making references to "Shuffle, 2nd Generation, Red" which of course was hidden somewhere in the house (it wasn't).
Drove her freakin' nuts for seven (7) looooong days.
Heh....
What I'm afraid of is that what goes around, comes around.
Today is MY birthday.
I gotta wonder what Chickie has in mind for Me......
Monday, September 29, 2008
Bed-Time Stories
My almost-14-year-old daughter, Chickie, still has a pretty good case of "Hero-Daddy-Worship".
She just poked her head into my office and asked me to "tuck her in", and "tell a story" about when I was young.
I try to dredge up, from the dim mists of memory, stories about how it was, 'way back when, or even not so far back.
I do try to keep them entertaining, albeit with lessons from life.
She seems to like this "tucking-in" routine.
She's a Good Kid, and I'm very pleased with her.
Except when I'm sorely tempted to resort to regular beatings...
She is, after all, 'mostest 14....
She just poked her head into my office and asked me to "tuck her in", and "tell a story" about when I was young.
I try to dredge up, from the dim mists of memory, stories about how it was, 'way back when, or even not so far back.
I do try to keep them entertaining, albeit with lessons from life.
She seems to like this "tucking-in" routine.
She's a Good Kid, and I'm very pleased with her.
Except when I'm sorely tempted to resort to regular beatings...
She is, after all, 'mostest 14....
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
"Liberal"?
What's so liberal about a "Liberal"?
More gas taxes - so I don't drive so much, thereby using less gasoline, and when I do fill up, the gummint gets more of my money.
More income tax - so the gummint can "take care of the less fortunate" twerps who wouldn't learn anything while they were in school, WHEN they bothered to attend school.
Censorship - also known as the "Fairness Doctrine", which means that the liberals from "Air America" get to hijack air-time from Limbaugh/Hannity/Boortz/any-conservative-at-all, because "fairness" means that "Air America" failed outright in the market-place of ideas.
More Censorship - "Free speech on college campuses" - unless you're Republican or Libertarian.
Bias in the Media - Dan Rather. MSNBC. CNN. CBS. AP. Reuters. Most newspapers, especially the New York Times, the Washington Post, and the L.A. Times.
The list goes on and on.
So, the Big Question remains - why, oh why, are McCain/Palin doing so well?
Could it possibly be that Lincoln was right when he said, "You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time. You can't fool all of the people all of the time."
More gas taxes - so I don't drive so much, thereby using less gasoline, and when I do fill up, the gummint gets more of my money.
More income tax - so the gummint can "take care of the less fortunate" twerps who wouldn't learn anything while they were in school, WHEN they bothered to attend school.
Censorship - also known as the "Fairness Doctrine", which means that the liberals from "Air America" get to hijack air-time from Limbaugh/Hannity/Boortz/any-conservative-at-all, because "fairness" means that "Air America" failed outright in the market-place of ideas.
More Censorship - "Free speech on college campuses" - unless you're Republican or Libertarian.
Bias in the Media - Dan Rather. MSNBC. CNN. CBS. AP. Reuters. Most newspapers, especially the New York Times, the Washington Post, and the L.A. Times.
The list goes on and on.
So, the Big Question remains - why, oh why, are McCain/Palin doing so well?
Could it possibly be that Lincoln was right when he said, "You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time. You can't fool all of the people all of the time."
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The Political Season
We are now entering the "political season".
For about one month, every four years, most American voters actually give a hard look at the candidates for President.
These American voters will look at a candidate's positions and proffered policies, and decide which candidate to vote for.
Above all, these voters will look past the pictures and the sound bites, and try to discern the bones and the body of the man (or woman, should that ever come to pass), and try to divine what's in that person's mind.
They will give a hard (though cursory) look at the record.
Then they will go out and vote.
Should be interesting, this time around, don't you think?
For about one month, every four years, most American voters actually give a hard look at the candidates for President.
These American voters will look at a candidate's positions and proffered policies, and decide which candidate to vote for.
Above all, these voters will look past the pictures and the sound bites, and try to discern the bones and the body of the man (or woman, should that ever come to pass), and try to divine what's in that person's mind.
They will give a hard (though cursory) look at the record.
Then they will go out and vote.
Should be interesting, this time around, don't you think?
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Hurricane Ike Missed Me By A Bunch!!
Of course, I'm VERY glad that Ike didn't come anywhere near us here in SouthEast Jawja.
On the gripping hand, my heart goes out to those folks who heeded the warnings and ran to a safer place. They're going to come back to flooded and destroyed homes and towns.
For those that chose to stay, my sympathy is, ummm.....limited?
How's about non-existent?
You knew that Ike was coming - and you stayed. You rolled the dice, and you lost.
My sympathy is reserved for the folks who have (because they've solemnly sworn to do so) to go in and either rescue your dumb butts, or remove your corpses.
On the gripping hand, my heart goes out to those folks who heeded the warnings and ran to a safer place. They're going to come back to flooded and destroyed homes and towns.
For those that chose to stay, my sympathy is, ummm.....limited?
How's about non-existent?
You knew that Ike was coming - and you stayed. You rolled the dice, and you lost.
My sympathy is reserved for the folks who have (because they've solemnly sworn to do so) to go in and either rescue your dumb butts, or remove your corpses.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Domestic Discussions
We've been here in SouthEast Jawja for five years, almost, and in the same house for four and a half. And now, we're thinking about having a place built for us - to our specifications.
Hooo-boyoboy!
Do we really want to do this?
Well, on the one hand, we get to specify exactly what we want, right down to the light-bulbs.
On the other hand, we get to bleat and moan at the construction people until it's what we want, and done right.
On the gripping hand, if it doesn't turn out well, we have only ourselves to blame.
Of course, we could just stay put, and expand/remodel to make what we have better suit what we think we want.
But the idea of getting exactly what we want is.... seductive.
Get thee behind me, temptation!
Hooo-boyoboy!
Do we really want to do this?
Well, on the one hand, we get to specify exactly what we want, right down to the light-bulbs.
On the other hand, we get to bleat and moan at the construction people until it's what we want, and done right.
On the gripping hand, if it doesn't turn out well, we have only ourselves to blame.
Of course, we could just stay put, and expand/remodel to make what we have better suit what we think we want.
But the idea of getting exactly what we want is.... seductive.
Get thee behind me, temptation!
Friday, September 5, 2008
Dodging Hurricane Bullets
First there was Fickle Fay - who slow-danced her way up Florida, raining like Billy-be-Damned - and did zippo (comparitively) to us here in SouthEast Jawja. Some of our folks who lived near rivers, who weren't required to get flood insurance, are having a very rough time indeed. But the monster floods that we might have had didn't happen.
Now Horrible Hanna is churning her way up to the Carolinas, bypassing Jawja entirely. Hard, very hard on the Carolinas - but here in Jawja we be counting our blessings.
The projected track for Itchy Ike puts him out into the Gulf of Mexico. Presuming that happens, no one has a clue as to what he'll do next. Ike has been up to a Cat 4 in strength, and if he gets into the Gulf, he could turn back into one of those monster storms again, and go to who knows where?
We've got our supplies in. We're ready to ride it out if we can. We're ready to run if we have to. And we're ready to help out as we can.
Now Horrible Hanna is churning her way up to the Carolinas, bypassing Jawja entirely. Hard, very hard on the Carolinas - but here in Jawja we be counting our blessings.
The projected track for Itchy Ike puts him out into the Gulf of Mexico. Presuming that happens, no one has a clue as to what he'll do next. Ike has been up to a Cat 4 in strength, and if he gets into the Gulf, he could turn back into one of those monster storms again, and go to who knows where?
We've got our supplies in. We're ready to ride it out if we can. We're ready to run if we have to. And we're ready to help out as we can.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Mexicans Going Home???
So, the illegal aliens are going home in "Record Numbers".
The returnees have "put pressure on social services".
And "advocates" for illegal aliens are "disturbed by the trend".
See the story HERE.
Well, boo freakin' hoo. I may weep in my cerveza.
These clowns (the illegal aliens) have been costing us (that's the US citizenry) a butt-load of money for a long time - much more than they contribute to the economy.
So Jose and Maria have to haul their cute little family back to Jalisco, or wherever doesn't cause me one bit of heartburn.
Now, let's finish that blasted fence and really put the screws to the Mexican government to solve their problems instead of exporting them.
The returnees have "put pressure on social services".
And "advocates" for illegal aliens are "disturbed by the trend".
See the story HERE.
Advocates for immigrants are disturbed by the trend. Albert Ruiz, an organizer for the League of United Latin American Citizens, agrees that more undocumented immigrants are going home — but says families are being torn apart in the process. If a father is deported, Ruiz says, his family members in America are forced either to fend for themselves or follow him to a country where they've never even lived. |
Well, boo freakin' hoo. I may weep in my cerveza.
These clowns (the illegal aliens) have been costing us (that's the US citizenry) a butt-load of money for a long time - much more than they contribute to the economy.
So Jose and Maria have to haul their cute little family back to Jalisco, or wherever doesn't cause me one bit of heartburn.
Now, let's finish that blasted fence and really put the screws to the Mexican government to solve their problems instead of exporting them.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Fickle Fay The Tropical Storm, Or...
... How my teenage daughter managed to make me forget about the crappy weather we're having here in the beautiful, genteel Souf.
Shall I explain?
Can you say "Thirteen-year-old female"?
Sheesh... I really don't want to go there.
Ostensibly, this is about Chickie's retainer - which is a gizmo that one uses after one's braces are removed from one's teeth - which Chickie has managed to lose, somewhere, somewhen in the last 12 hours.
In reality, this is Chickie being... thirteen years old.
Read "Monumental pain in her parents nether regions".
By the way, we're having all kinds of other fun with Tropical Storm Fay - who has decided to park her moldy self's northern edge right over my house for the next thirty-six hours.
It's going to be a lonnnng weekend, neh?
Shall I explain?
Can you say "Thirteen-year-old female"?
Sheesh... I really don't want to go there.
Ostensibly, this is about Chickie's retainer - which is a gizmo that one uses after one's braces are removed from one's teeth - which Chickie has managed to lose, somewhere, somewhen in the last 12 hours.
In reality, this is Chickie being... thirteen years old.
Read "Monumental pain in her parents nether regions".
By the way, we're having all kinds of other fun with Tropical Storm Fay - who has decided to park her moldy self's northern edge right over my house for the next thirty-six hours.
It's going to be a lonnnng weekend, neh?
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
More on Weather
In the post below, please keep in mind that hurricanes affect weather hundreds of miles from the center of the storm.
Looking at the scale, you will see that we are within 100 miles of the CENTER of where Fay is projected to be - right in the "pink" zone.
Not just a sigh - more like what Achmed the Dead Terrorist said, in that high-pitched voice: "Holy Crap!" (See Achmed HERE... and Achmed is definitely NSFW!)
Looking at the scale, you will see that we are within 100 miles of the CENTER of where Fay is projected to be - right in the "pink" zone.
Not just a sigh - more like what Achmed the Dead Terrorist said, in that high-pitched voice: "Holy Crap!" (See Achmed HERE... and Achmed is definitely NSFW!)
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