Friday, January 28, 2011

Dark Tales

As I've noted before, much of my life was spent reading about the myths that support nearly every belief, every fear, every hope known to mankind. It was Truth that I sought and it took me a long time to accept that everyone has their own internal parsing of the truth in order to make what they say and do acceptable to their conscience.

In deference to Billy and his fine notation on the destruction of Reality, allow me to note that I am not saying this divorce from reality, from humanity, is something to accept. Merely something to bear in mind as we are forced to deal with people edging their way to precipices of the soul. Because its coming. A juggernaut, really, just cresting the horizon - the distance is deceptive when judging its speed.

So I turn again to myths and tales and I suppose its more of an escape, now, than serious analysis. It cushions those truths...evil simply Is. It may come dressed as a maid or a wolf and you have to figure it out before one or the other has you for lunch. Question everything, believe little, and take care of what and who you love.

(Thanks to the Ghost...such exquisit linkage...)

Bonus gloom:
There is also this, a film that discusses, "LOVECRAFT: FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN is a chronicle of the life, work and mind that created these weird tales as told by many of today’s luminaries of dark fantasy including John Carpenter (The Thing), Guillermo Del Toro (Pan’s Labyrinth), Neil Gaiman (Coraline), Stuart Gordon (Re-Animator), Caitlin Kiernan (“Daughter of Hounds”) and Peter Straub (“Ghost Story”).”

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Royal's Gone...

Well, I was just having the end of a really long day when I read the news about Boortz's sidekick, Royal Marshall passing away from a heart attack. They were a daily listen for me on the way to work in ATL. It was a 90 min commute each way so I had a generous plenty of time to tune in.

I enjoyed their banter and the way Royal would always come on-mic when he felt something needed correcting or further detail.

But the thing I remember most was this bit - Boo Got Shot - and his melodious voice. For those of you who aren't from the south a majority of the bit won't be intelligible - hence, Royal's translation. And yes, it truly is the way people speak there. No lie. Forget trying to order from the drive-in.

God bless him and his family...if you've a spare few bucks in these rough times I hope you'll consider a small donation to his daughters' fund. He really must have been needed upstairs because he was too good a man to be taken away from his family...

Damn shame...

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Oleg Shoots, He Scores

The man just does not take a bad photo. For an amateur, seeing his casual perfection is humbling. Look what he can do with bright sun, a brand new model, and new shooter.

Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. I do hope she turns up in some future work!

When She's Bad She's Better

I adore this gal and her writing though for some reason I don't go there often enough! In this piece she whacks the hell outta the TJIC issue. Go, read, enjoy!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Miles To Go

It feels as though some witch is stirring her cauldron faster and faster with us and the world gyring down to the bottom of that pitch-black potion. Someone has their hand on a wheel and their foot on the pedal, pressing hard.

Look at the case of TJIC who chose to use a common form of satire and with it, loses rather a lot. I'd only recently discovered his blog, now dark, and wonder that he remained in that state of intense discrimination. I never could, never would, live in a place that demanded so much of my earnings and trounced my rights as a kind of pimp slap to get back to work. He notes that he likes it there - and, indeed, it is a lovely place. But it would see the ass end of me in a hurry.

But...perhaps this is it - a kind of tea party, you see, except with casings and primers. They will have to give him back his weapons and his rights. They know it. But they hope to break his bank account first.

A similar incident is here. And then there is this. And I can assure you that those are not even the tip of the totalitarian iceberg. Regular men are fighting these amazing battles - David and Goliath-like - and we just keep on keepin' on. All I can do is throw money at it and hope like hell it helps put out their fires.

Fires...earlier in the week the rabble gathered in an ancient barn in a pasture and managed to set the damned thing on fire. Thank God we'd had rain else the wind would have whipped that thing straight into the houses. The kids pounded on the door - "that ol' house is on fahr!" Off duty, Trooper poked his head out, put down the gun that always answers the door with him and ran that way. I ran to get his portable radio and hiking boots, not knowing what footwear he'd had on at the time, and ran after him.

The locals not only didn't get the name and information of the witnesses who sat in their car waiting, they also didn't file any kind of report. Gee, guys...that disinterested, or did they need that barn burned? I truly don't like to think they're that incompetent but I am afraid that can be the only answer. For which I am trebly glad for the recent rains.

In that conflagration I could sense the coming Troubles. The kids jabbered excitedly, bellowing to each other as the parents stood and watched, a few nods and conversations held quietly. Neighbors who never speak were speaking. It could be a good thing, I thought.

Tonight he's back out there, freezing his ass off and wearing the AlCan hat with pride. I forget, sometimes, in the daily crush just who he is. Who he was. He is not one to talk idly of it all. Nor does he wear it like a shroud, to be picked at daily. He did what had to be done. He lived and he came home. War used to be that way. But now it is full of interested parties whose income relies upon continued action. Once they started farming out portions of the work to private industry I knew it would never end, the need to pick battles.

There are some things that ought not to be profitable - the deaths of fine young men (and women) in battle is one of them.

Christ, this post has gone all lopsided. Blame the hour. Just a lot on my mind these what you can to help the good fight. Sometimes that is all you can do.

"If you wish to do good, but don't know how, find a good man and empower him to do good -- not in your name, but in the name of doing good."
~ Squarf

Monday, January 17, 2011

Hangin' With The Boys

When one gets too inundated with manly pursuits, there is a need for more...frivolous things. Me and Josephine? Oh, we've not much in common except for our taste in finery and shoes. And the lazy calisthenic.

Enjoy, gents. (And any ladies who, like me, aren't against the sight...)

Darling Julia

I spent rather a lot of my time watching the program "Baking With Julia" when it originally aired. I have always been a rather good pastry chef so it was just the thing to inspire me. I actually once made the puff pastry presented here. It was, of course, no small thing to my budget to put an entire pound of butter into a single recipe. However, it was a stunning result. The book is well-worthwhile, too. Not only pastry but all manner of international breads are within the book. The pita pockets were especially fun to make, as I recall. (Trooper has demanded fresh naan so I may have to give that a go soon...)

Here is the puff pastry video - charming, fun, and just the thing to get me to fetch a few pounds of butter the next time I'm at the store...

Watch the full episode. See more Julia Child.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Give me a [space], Vasili. One [space] Only...

"...when he sits down to type, Julian Assange reverts to an antiquated habit that would not have been out of place in the secretarial pools of the 1950s: He uses two spaces after every period. Which—for the record—is totally, completely, utterly, and inarguably wrong."

Jesu! How I have labored to make people understand this silly little thing...I do not understand, either, how it remains with our wholly digital generation who never had to use a typewriter. As the article notes, their teachers were taught to do so and, rather than teach them WHY it was done, the new teachers just keep passing it on like the plague.

Save your children from the horrid disease and maybe we can end it in our lifetime.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Glad I Didn't Remove That Curse

Looks like I just need to add a few more names to the list.

I'm gonna need more chickens.

Sunday, January 09, 2011

Adding Another

I've only read the few posts she has placed but thus far am very impressed.
Give it a read, won't you?

Helmet Tip to Texas Ghostrider...

Staggering Down Memory Lane

Holy crap but this was cracking me up and wigging me out.

It yanked me waaay here (which won't let me embed, damn it) and here:

A ridulous amount of...history is conjured up in Gary's guitar. I was such a punk! I don't even remember half of it, frankly. But the music brings snippets to mind and one song riffs into the next...

And this...I still remember Keith in my prayers now and then, the monster. He played better utterly shitfaced than most sober folks can manage.

A bit later, this concert is worth the purchase as she baffles with her talent - his was one concert that simply stunned with his ability to entertain. Best Show Ever. Put them both on stage?
Sex On Wheels, people...

Saturday, January 08, 2011

Starting Fresh

This is the home gym. Yes, it has just about everything a person could want still takes will power to climb the stairs every time.

I've done pretty well this week. My arms have that gentle ache in them and my scar tissue (imagine a smiley hip to hip) is pulling from the ab work. The treadmill work is slow - need new shoes before I start pounding this flesh on it - but the rest is surprisingly familiar. My favorite weight move, the nose breaker, is to blame for the arm pain today.

I think tomorrow I'll have to review the the manual for the Bowflex - if I break it I'll never hear the end of it. Of course, Trooper has the SelectTech weights, too. I love being able to make the adjustment in increments with ease.

And it is time to crack this book open again. Ignore the comments - it's a damned fine book to figure out - well, your figure! No, it does not include the upper body but, frankly, that isn't the area hardest to work on for women. At least, I didn't find that to be the case. I would love to get a Precor EFX Elliptical as I prefer it for cardio but the price...sheesh...

The one thing that I really wish we had is the ridiculously expensive Precor Stretch Trainer. Oh, how I miss that lovely thing post-workout! Instead, I just use the ball - which is quite nice, really, to get that deep hip and back stretch. The best thing, though, was getting that television mount. There is nothing like being able to just swing it to face the next machine.

Yes, I'm spoiled for choice up there. Now I just need to ensure I do get up there every day.
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Serenade For The Dying

The news is full of destruction and dismay. While it sorts out, I lean on the blessing of notes arranged like fine jewels in a crown. Thanks to the Ghost for finding it...

Friday, January 07, 2011

The Brass Ring

Well, now...I really don't know how to put this here without giving away too much...let's try this.

Trooper has finally found the home he has been looking for in the department. It uses his true talents and doesn't waste them on ticket writing. He gets to carry his rifle the entire shift and has already impressed with his ability to discern possible threats.

He has said - 6 to 12 months and then onto an even more critical and high-visibility role.

Meanwhile, his ease of mind and love of the job since making the change has been simply stunning. He is like a new man, full of hope. And the schedule as it stands now has been quite good - I hope he can retain it.

As for that other role? It will mean rather a lot more time alone. Difficult but...worthwhile. Damned proud, I have to say.

If you'll excuse me, I have to lift the curse on his old Sergeant now.

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Unlike Persephone... would appear Hell spat him out a bit early. Couldn't be on good behavior so it was more likely unfair competition.

The Velocigod awakens. All hail the king.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Foot Lights

As seen here...I cannot find the words to describe how much I ache to own these. Lovely design, finally some futuristic attire, and entirely unnecessary.

Lovely...(but do not mention them to her...I do know if she could resist)

Sunday, January 02, 2011

A New Me?

Go ahead, call me crazy...but I am giving serious thought to this. I'd have until November to get ready. And it would make for a dandy post-birthday event.

Today I managed a decent workout considering it has been awhile. But now that Trooper has his new duty he is gone more than not so I've plenty of time to get off my ass and fix I figure...why the hell not?

I think I'd rock that helmet, too.

A Lovely Little Flick - and a Kick

I don't know how I haven't seen this already since it has been seen by rather a lot of people already. But what a lovely sentiment...

I'd forgotten how once I moved with that same languid pleasure through my quiet life. No dog, no connection, just me and the world. And the work, of course. The early Sunday hikes at Sweetwater were my reward, those miles rolling beneath my feet as each little point of interest was reached. Amazing moments - a pack of coyotes loping across my path in winter, trees utterly frozen singing a queer high song as the wind bent them, that glimpse of a very large cat across the river - that pole tail flexing as it left the crouched drinking position and bolted up the hillside...I had forgotten all of it.

Perhaps it is time to return to those Sundays, dogs for company, and know again the ease of breath on a hill, and the frosty nose bite of the air.

And, entirely unrelatedly but in memory of Steve...

Roll Tide (Chicken, Chicken)