Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Way Out Here

I spent far too many years as a city girl, corrupted by the surroundings and without much hope of more than just avoiding the bone wrenching work that I saw my mother deal with to survive. Kids sharp as knives and honed to a chilly edge that had no mercy -they were my playmates...rivals...comrades in arms. Old, old even before one was old enough to drive.

The escape of books was all I had and they were all Elsewhere, I realize now. Other times, other places, and never the real crime/murder mystery types because that was no mystery to me. I only needed a couple decades to work all that out and wend my way here, to sanity.

Now I can enjoy that sunset without smudged buildings blocking the light. We can watch the hay being rolled into giant ho-ho's, and hear the low call of the cattle in the pasture at the end of the block. We can lean on the truck, talking to friends, and giggle at the local kids yelling "Marco...Pollo!"

It will likely all come crashing down and kids may not yell much at all for a few years. The cities will be unlivable. Out here, though, the tractors will run and the corn will grow. The tomatoes will be cherished and the chickens protected like the gold others thought wise to hold in their condos.

Way out will go on as it always has, carried on by the people who know what it means to make do and get by. And a new soundtrack will grow from that experience. It is starting now. Sing along...

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Aptly Put and Depressing As Hell

Just read it and keep making whatever plans you have to Live Through This.
Anything else should be considered gravy.

I Bet Billy Would Concur

Over the engine noise, I said, "got some bad news for you pal."

"What's that?"

"I gotta believe it's all downhill from here."

I am afraid those are prophetic words...from the best writer out there. (Esp since V-man has gone into witness protection.)

Regardless - Billy, a very nice rendition of a classic, no?

We Are Not Amused

Or so says that feral beasty...Trooper's text had me spitting scone and tea everywhere.

"She has chewed the box of 22 ammo - there are piles of it all over the floor - about 500 rounds worth. And she dragged every shoe in the house out to the living room and piled them up - but only one of each pair. Did not chew them. Ranger was giving her the look. The 'you are in trouble' look."

She has her own way about her. I took time this AM in full office attire to walk her for 20 minutes alone - her own time - in the hope she would "take a break" as we call it. Nope. But as soon as we were inside she was in the bedroom squatting. What the hell kinda message is THAT?! I sweated half my face off for that?

I tell you - if I was single or dogless I'd take her on just to win this contest of wills. It's a full on chick fight, I tell you. Sigh...fingers crossed the canine unit wants her...the inquiry is in.

Monday, June 28, 2010

New Shooter Smile

Well, you can't see it here but she left with a big smile on her face. This was taken during her first shots ever (with the gentle .22) while she worked out some kinks. She had a hard time keeping the aggressive stance but by the time we rolled on to the .45 and the M4, she was pegging it. (But all those pics are on their camera.)

Better still, she brought her 12 year old daughter along and they both learned at the same time. She's a sharp young thing and a natural, making very fine shots shortly after her initial magazine was through. She has made it clear that getting a .22 for her birthday would be the best gift ever.

Mom thinks a .45 a great idea and was even happier to know that some can accomodate a .22 conversion kit, making it a win-win until that birthday rolls around.

The M4? Oh, my goodness - the young lady was rocking that thing, let me tell you. And Mom was laughing as she pegged the target over and over in the cranial vault and pelvic girdle.

All in all, it was an amazingly fun morning - just maddog hot on that range. We all were happy to leave at noon.

It's been said over and over everywhere but...try and introduce a new shooter when you can! All we charged them was the ammo they shot and Mom said it was a bargain. Another one - no, two! - into the fold...

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Fitting In?

She looks a bit happier with all those mats out of her fur and a good bath...that tail is just an amazing pole of fluff, now.
But the jury is still out as to her ability to find her place in this "pack". She pushes Ranger to the limits of his endurance though he is strongly dominant with her. Just that she seems to be patiently wearing him down until he caves in. Of a size, it is only his sheer determination to remain in charge that has kept her "belly up".
And it is that which we worry about. Will his character change because she keeps pressing him? Is he frustrated at all the work involved in keeping her at bay? Or is he finally finding an addition to the pack that is a match for his energy? We're not sure how much effort we're willing to exert if it costs us the fine demeanor that Ranger already has...
I feel a bit like a parent whose child has a new friend - uncertain if they are good for the child or a hazard. Just not certain I want to send her back to her owners after seeing the condition she was in. Already, the better diet and cleaning has her blooming into a pretty girl. And she learns so quickly - she has figured out our verbal command to do her business. We kenneled her last night in the guest room, the kennel the same one Ranger was in as a young pup. After the initial yips of frustration she quieted down until morning, allowing Ranger time to sleep in peace and recuperate.
Will she fit in? Can she be trusted? My sense of it is she'd be better off in a larger pack where she could exercise her own strong dominance streak while also submitting to an alpha male. But perhaps she can bend that strong will in time. After all, she has - in just a couple days - learned several commands and stopped that anxious barking. Who knows what might come? I suppose we'll give it a few more days before making a decision. But if the right situation arose I would probably be relieved to deliver her to it. Time will tell.

Friday, June 25, 2010

A New Inmate Kota. She's young, still, and quite full of puppy but Ranger appears to like her very much indeed.
A friend of ours had her but I think she was a bit much for them. Already she seems to have improved her temperment. Of course, time will tell on this matter.
GIGANTIC paws hint at the possibility of her getting even bigger than Ranger. We'll have to get her cleaned up a bit (she was a mostly outside pup) and get some better photos.
Darling girl...

Hooker, please...

A favorite line by a favorite character in the series True Blood, it was what echoed in my mind this hot afternoon.

First, we had to deal with the Texas sized wasps in their nest on the bench...(note to self: add wasp spray to kit)

...then find the bench set to serve Sasquatch and move to alternate shooting position. Alternate and warmer...

And then hike twice this distance about 4 different times to gauge the target accuracy because there is no spotting scope at hand...

Ah, yes...finally got the scope put on the new rifle and the thing sighted in enough - for now. The thermometer on the bag said 120 degrees but the truck said 95. I'm going for something in between, personally.

He was happy with his work after about 90 minutes (insert 20 or so for chatting with the local who opened the range).

"You want to try it?" Oh, hell yeah! Mind you, the report from the thing was huge. The first shot stunned me as I was fairly nearby. I'd expected loud...this was...joltingly so. Still, how could I say no?!

I moved to this nearer location - and the shade - and set up.

It's a lovely beast and surprisingly easy to manage. Not sure how long or far I'd want to hump the damned thing in the heat, though.

You can see my results with first shots ever. All inside, thankyouverymuch. Yes, yes - I know shooting with a fat scope at that range is pretty much elementary and unimpressive. But I am still pleased with my first efforts!

I realized that all those standard shooting rules really are accentuated - every breath caused a rise and fall in the glass. Getting cosy was important. But it was superb.

Speaking of really can't ask for better than this. Well, okay, maybe you can ask - but this one is affordable. Relatively speaking.

Just another lovely Texas day under a blue sky with the biggest clouds just puffing along above. Not a thing to complain about. Not a single thing.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Works For Me

Every time.

Stop Digging

I've been a bit preoccupied lately with Life and Things. My usual mil-pron thing has been put aside but Ed makes it too easy to pick up again.

He finds this vid from the Way Back machine wherein the Useful Idiot uses his not-quite 15 minutes of fame for the day to primp and preen as a General scratches notes on a pad. Likely, something akin to "never work for this SOB if given the choice" - which he has seemingly forgotten.

Good luck with that, Petraeus. McChrystal may have chosen to fall on his sword rather than bear up under any sort of nonsense that the Idiot may have wrought in his life. Having not read the article (because, face it, it's RS - the accuracy is highly questionable - the author has stated, "Objectivity is a fallacy”...), the man is not an idiot - he would not have said a damned thing that he didn't want out there in public. He knew what he was saying and to whom. The important thing is to understand it for what it was: a sign being placed right in front of our faces.

Frankly, I'd rather have McChrystal INCONUS. We may need him before long.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Just For A Laugh

I need a giggle just now and these guys delivered. (I have not a care in the world for the World Cup but cannot stand the coverage for a moment because of the bleating of the morons, amplified.) Hilarious.

Hadn't been to Matt G's place in a while (nor many others - not enough time in the world to keep up). He had this to offer but didn't provide the kindly beverage warning that I shall give you. Safe to drink post-1:15m.

Matt also mentions the "catch and release" problems faced lately. As for Trooper? He looks at it like a vitamin - one a day! Seriously, they are called "no gottee's" here - as in no got license, no got insurance, no got ID. Which then means No Got No Choice. One of them had an ICE hold for no-show on her deportation hearing. The sheer number of violators is astounding. Append the number that are going about their business without being caught?

Build the damned fence already. We can pitch back over whatever we catch and at least avoid the rest. Use this plan - it is already proven.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Research Pending

I very much liked the brief review of this gentleman's place. Seems rather a lot to digest but a great deal of it appetizing.

Have a taste.

On The Border and On Edge

Oh, things there are getting very interesting. Courtesy of these folks, we see the following.

And there are reasons for it...

Not that long ago all of DPS was alerted to an incident:
"NORAD has issued a statement it says clarifies its position on an incident which happened over the weekend involving a Mexican Navy helicopter in a Texas border town." A matter of the fly-over of an ICE enclave with armed military types hanging out the doors - an extended duration of flight ensured the notice of everyone in the vicinity.

Today, the news spits out the obvious, "Mexican drug cartels have set up shop on American soil, maintaining lookout bases in strategic locations in the hills of southern Arizona from which their scouts can monitor every move made by law enforcement officials, federal agents tell Fox News." I wonder what the reaction would be if, rather than cartels, the bases were manned by Tea Party members. You couldn't get supplies there for all the news trucks in the way.

Trooper noted in his own duty down south that it was a futile game as they watched us, we watched them, and decoys were sent to divert the limited resources as whatever and whomever they wished came through elsewhere. Not to mention the crooked locals on the take, performing their own diversions when they got too close...

This failure in securing the nation cannot be solved through manpower alone. It demands a double fence with no-man's land between. It requires a real resolve to not deal with this as a mere drug war issue but as a national security issue. And since no one seems to care about either, the states themselves need to just deal with it - buy the land, build the fences, man the lookouts, and shoot on sight anyone choosing to cross illegally. Execute the dominion that the states are supposed to maintain.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Running A Race

I'll be damned if this doesn't just amaze and delight me.

That grin from Besenyei at 5:20m made me smirk in communion. Surprising was the manner in which the stick was slammed side to side, nothing gentle or coaxing about it. But that poor man at about 15:30m hardly missing a final error? I do believe he was not all there in that moment but something in him cried out "altitude!" against the darkness.

I cannot imagine a more picturesque location for the race, nothing boring about it. Interestingly, the gentlemen are mostly of an age, so to say. Damned sexy - no doubt about it.

Love and Loss and Learning

It has been a preoccupied set of days ever since the text message arrived on the 15th. My stepdaughter was asking me to call, wishing to tell me that her beau of the last few years was now an ex. I tried to hide my excitement at the news.

It was not that he was a bad fellow - he was simply not a warrior. He wasn't anything even approximating that. And I feared for her that fate of so many strong women: the weak, controllable man. It is a snare that far too many fall into because you at first are so relieved to find someone who can enjoy your strength and they might even at first appear to match it. But over time one can see the evidence mounting and it becomes a tiresome business, being in charge.

She escaped to Texas, an 18 hour drive without AC (?!) and with two dogs who thought they were going to hell. She stopped near the border for the night. She arrived here in the evening and fell into a deep sleep of peace.

The dogs, however, slept hardly at all. Ranger was suddenly and irrevocably in love with Luna. Caught here in their lover's communion you can see her lovely blue eyes and delicate snout that Ranger licked softly.

We laughed all weekend that at least one of the visitors was enjoying their love life.

Shopping was done, it being the perfect therapy for a girl, and meals out with friends for distraction. Trooper worked much of the time so we managed what we could to entertain. But she vowed it was sweet to simply sit and do nothing at all. She works two jobs - well, volunteers as EMT to gain a real experience set that her class cohorts are not even approaching at this time.

Connections were made with Air Force personnel who might be helpful in getting them to ignore her genetic junk in the trunk so that she can manage an entry in January. Smart gal, not wishing to deal with boot camp in Texas in summer. She was dutifully reminded of time passing as she spoke with a friend's son - hardly 15 - who was completeing a variety of training for PJ try-out as soon as the law allows.

I think she was saddened at the time wasted, of how she delayed that service already for the man and his fear that she'd find someone else. And now...telling her to just be patient as her life now is not what it will be in a mere 4 years.

Her goal is flight nurse with a 6 year promise at least. We cannot help but imagine handsome officers of good character and strong souls who would welcome her candor and mutual strength. As happens too often, she feared that strength equaled "caustic bitch" because "men" have always punished her for it. No, simply must look harder for that one who will see that character and appreciate it. No where better, I think, than in that field of endeavor.

And now she wends her way home, already across the border and preparing to work again in the morning. Hopefully, full of hope and the knowledge that she can manage this transition with ease if she'll just set her sights a bit further ahead.

Ranger, though, is inconsolable.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Spare Prose, He Knows His Business

Just spent rather a long while on Rain Dog Blue per referral from Tam. What an amazing writer. He is about to see a surge in traffic. Visit and enjoy.

Stillson v.27

Joan notes this:

...which was entirely too much akin to this:

Will that moron's career be ended with an assault charge or will the democrats just get all hot and bothered at the sight?

Never doubt that this is precisely what the administration wants to do and is doing. Just because you don't feel the grip on your wrist yet doesn't mean it isn't coming.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Of Course He Does

Basement Flooding Ladder Monkeys always come in second.

Tip o' the Riot Helmet to the Mad Duo.

Sunday Sunset Thoughts

It's been a long day, heading to a friend's house for some craftwork, then home again to the neglected housework. Only then to see that dear Brigid has lost a mother - again. I made me a bit pensive, recalling how it felt when my mom passed...

I gave the monster puppy a hug, it being the only cure for that sort of drifting melancholy available. He responded with the look that says, "Now?" No, no - not yet. The sun is still too high in the sky, vampire baby.

Ranger hasn't taken to wearing the Doggles as he must if he is to get out in the daytime. Neither the Large nor XL fit him - he is a kind of in-between - so we'll have to figure out some alternatives. For now, his options are dawn and dusk and brief excursions into the bright light of day. You can see his mood has altered with a general need to be within a close proximity - closer than his usual guard dog nature - to me as well as a kind of lethargy. A small part of me thinks it'd be kinder to find him a home in a cloudy clime. But he is ours, blind or no.

I was thinking about the light earlier on the drive home. The clouds were doing that glorious open Texas land thing where the shadows are cast and recast as I moved beneath them. A chiaroscuro on the road, changing, moving...

There was only the soundtrack for company, glances about as the hectic traffic that was so like Atlanta's started to thin out until it was just the empty tollway and the orchestration...

Whisper of a thrill...the surging strings and tinkling piano emoted chills to a kind of sotto voce longing for voices long dead, a nod of understanding...and the strange thought-picture of people just standing in those wide pastures in the wind, watching me pass and they, themselves, passing into the aether once more.

What watches the watcher? What remains in shadow while in the light of day? What comes to us in our darkness with the glimmer of pale hope?

And still the sun will set on us that we ensure our own shadow is cast upon ground that pleases us best. While we can.

Random Facts - Joan Said...

Well, Joan asked for it - the oldest thing in the draft archive. From May 2007...

Since I may have a few new folks stop by I thought I'd toss out some misc facts/thoughts - the meme is to blame.

I love light and how it changes our view of the world - I used to do a lot of B&W photography because it was so clean. And you can make the prints at home.

I can cook pretty darn well.

I think quantum physics and nanotech are insanely cool and the latter will change the world completely in a few decades if not sooner.

I think Justin Timberlake's recent album was fantastic and that he's the next Fred Astaire.

I like to keep a loaded gun nearby at all times.

I like to lay in a blanket on the grass in the cool autumn afternoon and nap. But I don't do it as often as I should.

Heights give me an irrational desire to jump. Even against my will and knowing it means death.

I avoid heights, generally.

The only good photos of me are when I've been in Colorado.

Relatively timeless for a post - the next oldest was about that nutball astronaut in a diaper. Not really all that interesting now, really.

Kind of like this post. Ahem...

My Purely Innocent Love for Laura Calder

Okay, I can admit it. I have a foodie crush on Laura Calder. I do! Her program is so damned adorable - from her sweet kitchen to her melodic accent to her always perfect attire...the recipes are merely the base for this amazing program. Some videos are here (though they weren't playing for me for some reason). Here is a sampling.

Seems that the series is over so set your Tivo to enjoy them as they will be gone soon. Her site references this cookery shop - oh, how I can dream...just the Accessories alone are enough to keep me entertained and dreaming of fine cookery.

Now, I think "I'll be in my bunk".

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Ranger Up Workout Creds

My friends, this here is a thing of - well, maybe not beauty but - astounding - eh - codpiece?!

Friday, June 11, 2010

Happy Faces

I think I've disguised the cast of characters well enough. (I did leave the notable and gratuitous cleavage shot alone - no, it's not mine.)

I would be the one with the giant grin on my face. I wish I had my rifle! We all gathered so quickly for the shot and Trooper had put it aside as he helped take down the range gear...

I know that anyone who knows me will not be fooled at all. Still, it is a nod to the bare bones security that we attempt to maintain. We are not that hard to find, after all. We just do what we can to make it a little harder.

And now it's time to see if I can get some sleep...wrestled with that lovely Blackland Prairie mud this evening - seems our AC is kicking out quite the puddle of condensation. Trooper's initial foray into drainage systems was inadequate and I had to dig out a channel to relieve the system until tomorrow. I now have a motherhumper catch basin thing, PVC piping and gravel. He has a project in the morning.

The Ghost for the Win

"The election of Barack Obama to the Presidency was a greater defeat than Pearl Harbor."

Fuckin' A.


You can watch this and think that nothing is wrong in that special place. And yet...

"I made them unearth the urn so I could see the name," Nolte said in a phone interview Thursday from New York. "I have peace knowing my sister is indeed in the right place."

And of course one wonders where this bit of flotsam floated in from...

"Separately, the Army is investigating whether the cemetery's deputy superintendent, Thurman Higginbotham, made false statements to service investigators. Higginbotham, who ran the day-to-day operations at the cemetery, has been accused by former employees of creating a hostile work environment and breaking into their e-mail systems.."

Oh, there is a great deal more to that story, of course. Strange how a man so embroiled in controversy could manage to be put at a podium...

"In 2003, the cemetery hired a company called Standard Technology Inc. to begin the work. The project manager was someone described by cemetery employees as a Higginbotham favorite at that time, Richard Greaux. Within a year, Greaux struck out on his own, founding his own Manassas-Va.-based company, Offise Solutions Inc. The contract followed Greaux there."

Elsewhere, it notes, "...Richard Greaux, an Air Force veteran with fifteen years of database development and IT project management experience at EDS and other firms. Mr. Greaux, whose work history includes assignments at the White House Communications Agency, developing software applications for AT&T and the Department of Veterans Affairs, saw a need for targeted IT services. " Was he at the White House during this little escapade? Or maybe involved in this database?

And then taking on this fine example in order to do a wee bit of hacking...

Well, I suspect this entire thing will crack wide open as it ought - and perhaps cleaner hands can take the wheel and avoid using the hallowed ground as a coffer.

A Good Deal

Ordered a bunch of these pants and can now state that they are very impressive. Heavy as hell with all the gizmos sewn in but very durable fabric and nice seams. And the price?! PLEASE. I don't care if they fall apart in 8 months - I'll have gotten my money's worth.

A generous manly sizing, women will want to order a size less in waist than usual. My experience was pre-laundering, of course...your mileage may vary.

Lots of other stuff in the closeout section if you are in the mood to upgrade gear. And those gloves? Price is a tad high but the quality is ALL there. Terrific for motorcycle riding, nice on the range. Seems they only have large left which were too big for my goofy hobbit hands. Just right on Trooper's manly mitts.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

A Consistent Win

Ed is the one kicking ass these days. He has a string of terrific pieces. This one, linking to another great article is terrific.

"Maybe you've been a recipient of those viral emails about him. Remember the flap about the flag lapel pin? Remember the hand over the heart during the National Anthem question? Remember the discussions over his choices of what to do on Veteran's Day and Memorial Day and D-Day? Remember the series of pictures of past Presidents briefing from that podium at the end of the hall down from the Oval Office? It asked what was missing with the Bamster, and then revealed that the position is no longer flanked with American flags. The elephant has been trumpeting in the room all along. "

And then he had to go here. Cruel...

So many wrong turns led me away from that life. I'd have done anything just to pump the fuel into them...well, I suppose not since I didn't. But the Air Force was unkind in those days to the lesser candidates. They could afford to be picky and so they were. I did not blame them but...oh, if only they'd been more motivating. I cannot imagine what my life would have been like.

I watch things like that and just wipe away tears of regret. I was meant for these things - it is a thing I know just as I know my own heartbeat. But it was late in life that I discovered it and am now rather too old to be craving battle. Likely there will be battles enou to come if I will only be patient.

How I envy each of you who has known the only comfort has been, "They also serve who only stand and wait."

God, I need a drink to wash this regret down.

Finding Ones Ass With Both Hands

Epic Fail or they lost the game of Tag! You're It!

"The Navy lost four submersible unmanned drones over the weekend in the Chesapeake Bay near Norfolk, Va., and is asking the public for help in finding the errant torpedo shaped drones. Communication was lost with four of the 13 undersea drones on Sunday as they were scanning the sea floor for mines as part of a training exercise."

Read more:

Wrong Table, Kid

When commenting on the blogs of really good writers I sometimes get the feeling that I am a geek at a new school who has inadvertantly sat at the Cool Lunch Table.

Immediately after you send in your comment you get a uneasy sense of, "Oh, yeah - uh. Later," and you pick up your tray of pixels and find the Lonely Loser Table.

Or it could just be me...

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Best Advice...

I found a link to a Youtube vid on this essay but the images distracted from the spare language. I wish that I'd had this rather a long time ago...pass it on to the young people in your life. They won't believe much of it but it cannot hurt.

Mary Schmich's "Wear sunscreen."

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.


Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.


Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.


Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Not Shot

Trooper and I managed to sit down to the Tivo and watch Top Shot last night. Roberta mentions it here. A few things bothered me about the show...

For one thing, it really points out the downfall of being a specialist and entering a competition like this. If I knew I would be on a nat'l program (and had a career at stake if I failed miserably) you can bet I would have started finding, borrowing, and learning about every gun I could. Sure, maybe you could only review the parts and pieces online.

But the Seeklander performance was surprising. I'm confident it was a sight issue but even so it is inexcusable. I would expect a "professional" to be versed in every type of sight - perhaps not having used it but at least knowing how to use it! And why not just (after the 10th round) walked shots up to the target, learning as you went? Hell, I don't pretend to know a damned thing but it's what I would have done.

Tara Poremba - what can I say so far from one show? That using a spotting scope ought to have been an expected task and practiced until you were able to see the twitch of a chipmunk ass at 500 yards - that's what I would say. The only woman and this is what comes of it? Or perhaps she was slagging to screw the other guy? Which brings me to my next point.

WHY WHY WHY must every show fall to the slimy "personality contest" motif? You would think this show topic would easily permit a points-based pass/fail system and would have no need to introduce the "fuck your partner/Survivor" mindgame bullshit. It absolutely downgrades the show for me and I may choose to load the dishwasher rather than watch that moronic "shoot their target and end `em" routine each show. When shall we ever see a program based on MERIT?!

All that said, I fervently hope Kelly Bachand whips them all. Well, I hope he and Caleb go toe to toe at the end. But I like the cut of Kelly's jib, by God.

Monday, June 07, 2010

The Forgotten Verse

Ah, a moment in time, captured. And a reminder to all...
(A belated edit to note I saw this on Ghost, then Der Slack...)

Sunday, June 06, 2010

A Ride I Could Get Behind

Now THIS I might be willing to try!!

Trooper merely mocks. But I think it's PERFECT.

Friday, June 04, 2010

What's It Like?

Just look at this slice of life in our corner of the world.

Damned fine food and one is a devotee of either one or the other locations - but we tend to patronise one for the meat market (steaks you would not believe) and the other for the `que. But you see that ancient layer of smoke on all the walls? The old signage and older grandma with the butcher paper? It is like that every single day here.

Do not stand for rude city life, my friends. It isn't necessary. Get yourself a straw hat, pack your bags and guns, and c`mon. We'll buy your first links.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

As The Phlegm Turns

Man, even the word is nasty - Phlegm. Spittum is no better. Lung cookie is a favorite but many people squint when I use it. Whatever you call it, I have it - in spades. No, really. Gardening spades full of it.

Let's see - fever, cough, exhaustion, sore throat, congestion, runny nose...add some buboes and it'd be the Dark Ages all over again. But do you know what makes this martyr specially martyristic? I kissed and waved at the Trooper as he left for a ride on his new bike with his pal. The world needs to know just how amazing I am. It could just be the fever talking at this point, though.

I tried to get some work done but found myself sending out meeting requests during times that no one was available. Suhweet. Step away from the Outlook. Instead, it has been a series of blow, hack, sip, hack, blow, keel over. I will have to deal with work later when I haven't more snark than sense.

I will tell you this, though - if that damned cat rings the bells on the door knob to go outside ONE MORE TIME I will put him in the tub. Smartass bastard. What kind of cat tells you when to open the door?

Right, then. Time to keel over, I think.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

TMI Update - You've Been Warned

I've ingested some Theraflu Nightime (or is it Nighttime/Nightime Theraflu? I worry everytime I encounter a doubtful usage as I want to seem all smart and shit) and my brain is demanding expression.

My husband got a Harley. He, in exchange, gave me his sinus infection/crud. The fucking thing doesn't even have a two-up seat yet so he can't give me a ride to avoid The Harpy Syndrome.

Yesterday I put on a pair of jeans and my brain was all mad, "Who washed these damned things and shrunk them? Goddamn it, I can't have ANYTHING nice..." I realized a moment later that I wash all the clothes and the jeans hadn't shrunk. My chin(s) hit my chest and a small tear fell. I then wanted to kick a cat but didn't.

I ate a bowl of cake with berries and real whipped cream after a lunch of scalloped potatoes. Because I am SICK, people. Shit do NOT judge me.

Still in my PJs. Laura Ashley if you must know so I look like grandma's sofa. Except I never knew my grandma so you'll have to just use your own.

Thinking about a shower. Really should because this Theraflu is like Niquil (sp?) Lite - you tend to fall where you took it and wake with your spittle dried to the surface and stuck like a bug. And I don't want to fall in the shower because my mom once told me she dreamed I was dead in the bathtub. I do not fuck around in the tub.

I am a completely spoiled brat at work. As in not having to. I fully expect a pink slip any day because of it. People must HATE me. I feel bad sometimes about it. Then go surf the next blog.

My SUV seems to be "pinin' for the fjords". At least the 2nd gear is. I love that thing. I do NOT want another one, I do not want to pay a car payment or higher insurance. I want my damned SUV back. If I want to put a new engine in the Beloved I WILL. Even if it does mean an ever-escalating number of failures and fixes. The dog does not fit in the back seat of the Trooper's truck. No amount of smiling kindly while revving the motorcycle will ameliorate that fact.

I may have meant alleviate there - not sure. Closing in on the drowning hour...

I would trade Beloved for a really good price on an Excursion in a heartbeat. My love is fickle.

When I had to yank out all the old bluebonnet plants yesterday in the front bed I felt like it was sacrilege. The ant bites seemed a reasonable price to pay. It also reminded me to get the Chem Team out here to kill anything with more than 4 legs.

My SIL gave us their home Flavia system. I am so thrilled. I wish they made a Theraflu sachet.

OK. May be skipping the whole shower thing. The medicine sank through the tater layer rather faster than expected.

Shell Game

There might not be all that much news about the Israeli/Turkey/Palestinian conflict that is "fair and balanced". You'll have to look a bit. As for me? "Well done, IDF."

Oh, yeah - and...

That is all.