Charity for the Downtrodden!

The roomie was on a little tear tonight.

I did suggest to Dad that there were nicer people to put up with.

I understand Muhammar Gadaffi might be looking for a new situation soon.

And on that Note:

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Another Me Too Moment!

Tam and I seem to have strange dreams roughly within 24 hours of each other.

Hers is here,

Mine is here.

I was on the African Veldt hunting with Robert Ruark, John Pondoro Taylor, and the Father of the girls that used to live next door to me, A local sports celebrity in the 60s, Gene Hackney. It must have been the 19th century, because the veldt was lush, and rife with assorted game. Early 20th, because I had a .505 Gibbs. It was heavy as hell, but only kicked as hard as a 12 gauge. I also had my .45-70, and a couple other rifles I keep around. I expressed concern when they told me to take a shot on a Black Rhino. "Aren't they almost Extinct?" The professional hunters laughed and told me we'd need much more ammo for that to happen. I had an exciting hunt. Bagged an Elephant charging within 40 feet. I walked back to the hunting camp to find Elizabeth, and Denice, (my late love), sharing tea under an umbrella, I said, "Oh shit, I'm dead!" not in the tone of 'busted', but as a revelation.

Then I woke up!

Most of it was cribbed from a Pat Mc Manus story in Outdoor Life.

My sneaky subconscious filed off the serial numbers, and filled out the story with my details.

Huffington Post attacks Marine

much as I am bored by the Puffy Ho's at the Huff Po.

They really are incensed by this guy.

Could I get registered to Vote in North Carolina soon enough?

Huffington Post attacks Marine

Yeah!!!

Where did I put those post-hole-diggers?

Zombies Beware!

it's his fault...

Actually we have a Necrophiliac In Training.

He trains on his Girlfriend, She's a lazy, unresponsive Goth.

Yeah. I'm Evil!

h/t William The Coroner!

Arianna Huffington Take Note

I didn't leave the house all weekend.

It's all Her fault.

My Girlfriend is furious.

Yes, I spent the weekend reliving my childhood.

Wiring up old Vacuum Tubes, Capacitors, and a few Resistors.

Hand-Wound Coils played their part as well.

I had to stifle my urge to diddle the circuit while energized.

Too many years spent playing with voltages under 15 volts.

Though a car alternator will toss one ass over teakettle.

I hope to have a nice radio to show off by next week.

I may also be again on the singles scene by then.

My Brother Prince!

My fellow blogger, (and possible Body Double), Og linked to his new pet!

Being me, I smarted off in comments!

Retro - Means Backwards!

Some twelve years ago, I got into the world of tattooing. I had a morbid interest in the tattoo machines. At the very rough strokes they were a doorbell buzzer. Don't laugh! the doorbell buzzer is also the very beginning of radiotelegraphy.

I was actually quite famous for my handmade tattoo machines. I found old doorbells around, and made them into tattoo machines. Sold them on a fledgeling online auction service called eBay.

Now I am going the opposite direction.

Take a cheap, but rugged, Tattoo Machine.

Replace the armature bar with one that has a stem and clapper attached.

I'm experimenting with 4 and 6 inch bells.

Adjusting the wall wart power supply to make it ring just right.

I first entered tattooing, making tattoo machines from doorbells...

...Now I'm making a doorbell from a tattoo machine!

It should come in cheaper than buying a regular $9.99 bell buzzer, and power transformer from Ace Hardware. Plus I got springs from a closet light that will make a tough, 2" door bell button.

One Last Effing Time!

I have expressed admiration for the ideas and ideals of Robert Anson Heinlein.

Only to have been compared to admiring Hitler or Mengele.

The people doing the comparison never read any of Heinlein's work.

They get their opinion straight from the Starship Troopers Movie.

Usually I can keep steam from shooting out my ears.

Last Time, and you Radical Muslim Fellating Liberals had better listen up.

(Don't hold back, John! Tell them what you REALLY think of them!)

In order to criticize an author's work you must READ IT.

Not a movie made from the book...

And Certainly NOT a movie made by people who freely admit that they were too cool to read the book!

There are none so blind as those who will not see.

Except those who spout inane stupidity near me, and get to experience my Moe Howard Impression!

Literary Speedball

I knew I'd become an addict.

I downloaded Kindle for PC to my netbook.

I just consumed Aesop's Fables!

I have several crock pot cook books, and other kinds.

-Corned Beef, cabbage, small potatoes for dinner.-

There's even a black jack game.

All for free.

This is the start of a slippery slope.

I'll have a $20 a week hardcore habit in no time!

My friends will have to stage a literary intervention!

International Travel

I so love going into other peoples' countries.

That travel to strange places, meet new and interesting people.

And want to kill the provincial louts at home.

I really don't like the place I'm in right now.

I think it's the people I meet in this job that really bring me down.

To continue to blog or not!

I am getting static. Someone I dearly like on the blogs considers me a noisome troll. I never seem to get the comments I desire. I think, I'll go away. There's about 6 blogs I like, and reading them brings me some joy.

I have reluctantly come to the conclusion that blogging is just an extension of high school. And Like SF Conventions before, when the neglected, and outcast, get to be the cool kids, they aren't any more considerate or caring of the feelings of others than the tyrannical popular kids that preceded them.

I don't know if I can continue being part of this society.

I feel sorry for the democrats - I really do!

They found themselves a religion.

They went and got themselves a chosen one.

They set things up to have the chosen one lead them into paradise.

It didn't happen, he turned out to be just like all the rest.

Worse, he not only didn't leave $20 on the bedside table.

He stole the money they did have under the squeaky floorboard.

Cross Country Madness

Elizabeth, My new love, and I are contemplating a cross country odyssey. She left a bunch of her effects in a rental storage unit.

I have been cogitating on how to get us there, figuring on renting a penske truck to run back with her stuff.

Airplane: Cheap, if ordered now. Minus, having to deal w/TSA.

Motorcycle: Cheap, get to see more of the land. Also can just toss bike in back of truck for ride home! Minus, cops have a hard-on for bikers.

Diesel Jetta: Ideally Free, and can tow bar home behind truck. Minuses, very few places will deal w/biodiesel / grease fueled cars!

Suggestions?

love this comic!

Lady Liberty gets new dress!

The Muslim group Sharia4America is going to protest in Washington DC.

Among other things they want to put a Burkha on the Statue of Liberty.

At first I was outraged. Then I thought.

If a bunch of people who were considered stone age savages in the 15th century wish to impose their laws upon us, then we will use their law to destroy them. If they wish to impose their law upon us, we will execute them for daring to oppose the holy and just government of the united states.

Hmmm, where did I put that Kukri?

And if they wish to cover the Statue of Liberty in large heavy cloth, so that their unter menschen won't be moved by her sinful beauty to commit rape against her green copper person....

I'd actually like to see those folks cover her up in a 151 foot tall Burkha.

if they're actually trying to oppose the sexual expression inherent in a 125 year old copper statue, laughing at them might be the best weapon.

Somewhere in my junk I have a Barbie-Sized replica of Lady Liberty.

Anyone wanna sew me up a barbie burkha (Burqa?)?

But keep the 1911 .45 -another expression of fine sculpture, and cooperation between American and French interests- handy...