Rachel Lucas is back!
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Still busy
Ah, the weekend. Not exactly a day off, just doing different work. In between cleaning, trimming the yard (the Raging Mrs mowed for me! yay!) taking out the trash, recycling, moving crap around, getting supplies, refilling the propane cylinder (gotta grill, ya know!) and coughing up a lung from the (*(^%$^&((^&%$ Sahara Sands that are STILL floating around, I've barely had time to sit down.
By the way, we had a commenter ask if I was even in Puerto Rico, because the air wasn't nearly as bad where he was.
He lives in Aguadilla. (pronounced Agua-DEE-ya, for all you gringos). Here's clue number one: Everything is Aguadilla is better than San Juan. The people. The traffic. The air. The water. I've told plenty of people who have asked me where to go in PR, "Get the hell away from San Juan. The farther from San Juan you go, the better the island gets." And I mean it. San Juan Antigua has some great historical sites (as well as a damn fine cigar shop), but you can spend a day there, and then you need to get the hell away from the city and go see the island.
Leaving San Juan is like a breath of fresh air. Mainly because the air in San Juan is so polluted to begin with that just getting away from here is a step in the right direction. Around San Juan, the water is a brownish-blue, with very little in the way of sea life to go snorkling for. The farther away you go, the cleaner the water gets. I spend a day at a beach near an old AF base called Base Ramey, and the water there was crystal blue. The kind of blue that you only see in magazines or on the Discovery Channel.
Nice golf course there as well. Designed for President Eisenhower. No kidding.
Anyways, I'm still in allergy hell. If I didn't know better, I would say that I have pneumonia again, except that I don't feel sick, I'm just having difficulty breathing. And then I look at the brown air outside, and understand just what the hell is going on. So yes, Terter, it really is that bad over here. Thank your lucky stars that you live where you do. I'm on a couple different allergy medications, and I'm still having issues.
Anyways, off I go again. I hope that y'alls weekend is going better than mine.
By the way, we had a commenter ask if I was even in Puerto Rico, because the air wasn't nearly as bad where he was.
He lives in Aguadilla. (pronounced Agua-DEE-ya, for all you gringos). Here's clue number one: Everything is Aguadilla is better than San Juan. The people. The traffic. The air. The water. I've told plenty of people who have asked me where to go in PR, "Get the hell away from San Juan. The farther from San Juan you go, the better the island gets." And I mean it. San Juan Antigua has some great historical sites (as well as a damn fine cigar shop), but you can spend a day there, and then you need to get the hell away from the city and go see the island.
Leaving San Juan is like a breath of fresh air. Mainly because the air in San Juan is so polluted to begin with that just getting away from here is a step in the right direction. Around San Juan, the water is a brownish-blue, with very little in the way of sea life to go snorkling for. The farther away you go, the cleaner the water gets. I spend a day at a beach near an old AF base called Base Ramey, and the water there was crystal blue. The kind of blue that you only see in magazines or on the Discovery Channel.
Nice golf course there as well. Designed for President Eisenhower. No kidding.
Anyways, I'm still in allergy hell. If I didn't know better, I would say that I have pneumonia again, except that I don't feel sick, I'm just having difficulty breathing. And then I look at the brown air outside, and understand just what the hell is going on. So yes, Terter, it really is that bad over here. Thank your lucky stars that you live where you do. I'm on a couple different allergy medications, and I'm still having issues.
Anyways, off I go again. I hope that y'alls weekend is going better than mine.
Friday, May 18, 2007
airport gate pass for military passengers family
If you click on the image, you will be able to see it clearly
Thursday, May 17, 2007
the TSA knows that long hair on men is against Milirary Regs
Transportation Security Officers SPOT Passenger in Fake Military Uniform at Florida Airport
Hey it's nothing shy of a *miracle*!!!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
I am Jack's aching sinuses
So, there's this little thing called the "Sahara Sands". Literally, it's the dust and dirt picked up from the Sahara desert, and blown across the ocean until the nasty, filthy, allergen packed cloud comes to rest over Puerto Rico. And the rest of the Caribbean, but I don't care about them.
I am in full-blown allergic overload. The air is brown. It's like LA on a really, really, REALLY smoggy day. My ears are plugged, my eyes are itchy, and running this moring was hell. It's as if nature said "Oh, you don't like Puerto Rico? Well, why don't I make it more enjoyable for you by dumping half of the Sahara desert into your upper respitory system despite the fact that you're thousands of miles away from Africa! Sound like fun? Wheeeeeee!"
I hate Puerto Rico.
More explinations to it here and here. The first link has a picture of a dust storm sweeping across the Atlantic ocean. Isn't it about time for that place to run out of dust and dirt?
I am in full-blown allergic overload. The air is brown. It's like LA on a really, really, REALLY smoggy day. My ears are plugged, my eyes are itchy, and running this moring was hell. It's as if nature said "Oh, you don't like Puerto Rico? Well, why don't I make it more enjoyable for you by dumping half of the Sahara desert into your upper respitory system despite the fact that you're thousands of miles away from Africa! Sound like fun? Wheeeeeee!"
I hate Puerto Rico.
More explinations to it here and here. The first link has a picture of a dust storm sweeping across the Atlantic ocean. Isn't it about time for that place to run out of dust and dirt?
Ricky Williams is an idiot.
OK, so you have assloads of talent, and all you have to do to make MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLIONS of dollars is run while holding a ball and STOP SMOKING DOPE!
I guess that's just too hard for some people.
You know what? Give me a million dollars and I won't work for the rest of my life unless I wanted to. You know, the job you always wanted to have, but never took it because of some reason or another? Yeah. That's what I would be doing. Work part time as a pizza delivery man just to get out of the house. But it would only be because I wanted to do it. I would invest the SHIT out of that million dollars. I can live on $40,000 a year easy. With the right investments, I wouldn't even have to touch the principle, I would just collect the interest and be happy.
This pothead idiot could have made 3-4 million a YEAR if he could lay off the weed. He didn't do it. Steve has it right:
Ricky Williams is a moron. By the way, I was stationed at Ft. Riley when Ricky Williams had his Heisman Trophy year. He came up to Kansas State and got his clocked cleaned. We all laughed at him. Who knew that years later I would still be laughing at his dumb, stoned ass?
Off topic: Is winning the Heisman Trophy a "Kiss Of Death" for college football these days? Can anyone remember who the last five winners were without looking it up? Seems to me the people voting for the winner have lost sight of what the award is about, and now only think of "What QB or running back can we give this thing to?" Sheesh.
I guess that's just too hard for some people.
You know what? Give me a million dollars and I won't work for the rest of my life unless I wanted to. You know, the job you always wanted to have, but never took it because of some reason or another? Yeah. That's what I would be doing. Work part time as a pizza delivery man just to get out of the house. But it would only be because I wanted to do it. I would invest the SHIT out of that million dollars. I can live on $40,000 a year easy. With the right investments, I wouldn't even have to touch the principle, I would just collect the interest and be happy.
This pothead idiot could have made 3-4 million a YEAR if he could lay off the weed. He didn't do it. Steve has it right:
Imagine having a talent like the one Ricky Williams has and throwing it away so you can smoke grass. Every year, he could have earned enough money for several dozen people to retire on, but he's going to be flat-ass broke at 40, and he has no other skills to fall back on. He'll probably have to become a personal trainer. If he can scrounge up enough ambition to get up in the morning and make fat people do situps. Which is doubtful.
There are no safe drugs, people. Use anything to excess and you're going to pay a heavy price.Anything except pork, I mean. That's a sacrament.
Ricky Williams is a moron. By the way, I was stationed at Ft. Riley when Ricky Williams had his Heisman Trophy year. He came up to Kansas State and got his clocked cleaned. We all laughed at him. Who knew that years later I would still be laughing at his dumb, stoned ass?
Off topic: Is winning the Heisman Trophy a "Kiss Of Death" for college football these days? Can anyone remember who the last five winners were without looking it up? Seems to me the people voting for the winner have lost sight of what the award is about, and now only think of "What QB or running back can we give this thing to?" Sheesh.
Jerry Fallwell, RIP
They say that you can tell the quality of a man by his enemies. I've never been a big fan of Fallwell's, but strolling through the blogosphere and seeing the vile filth being spewed in his direction, I'm forced to think that maybe he was on to something.
Anyone the Leftists hate that much can't be all bad!
Anyone the Leftists hate that much can't be all bad!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Umm.....
I really have no words for this kind of stupidity.
I have had people ask me previously why I still hold that the Theory of Evolution is just that: A THEORY. "How can you deny it?" they ask.
Folks, if evolution really worked the way it was supposed to work, then somebody THAT DAMN STUPID would have died off a long time ago.
A teenager who put bullets in a vise and whacked them with a hammer to empty the brass shell casings was wounded in the abdomen by approximately the 100th bullet he hit, according to Warren County deputies.
Mosher told authorities he was trying to empty the rounds to collect the brass casings for scrap.
I have had people ask me previously why I still hold that the Theory of Evolution is just that: A THEORY. "How can you deny it?" they ask.
Folks, if evolution really worked the way it was supposed to work, then somebody THAT DAMN STUPID would have died off a long time ago.
Yay! Fillings!
Went to the dentist today to deal with some holes in my teeth. It's a good thing I'm typing right now, otherwise Ay wou' shoun kinna lah zish.
Monday, May 14, 2007
DANEgerus nails it once again.
The entire quote, because I liked it that much:
I bought a bird feeder. I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed. Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food. But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbecue.
Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the table...everywhere. Then some of the birds turned mean: They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket. And others birds were boisterous and loud: They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food.
After a while, I couldn't even sit on my own back porch anymore. I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio. Soon, the back yard was like it used to be...quite, serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.
Now let's see . . . our government gives out free food, subsidized housing, free medical care, free education and allows anyone born here to be a automatic citizen.
Then the illegals came by the tens of thousands. Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for free services; small apartments are housing 5 families: you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor: your child's 2nd grade class is behind other schools because over half the class doesn't speak English.
Corn Flakes now come in a bilingual box; I have to press "one" to hear my bank talk to me in English, and people waving flags other than "Old Glory" are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties.
Maybe it's time for the government to take down the bird feeder.
I bought a bird feeder. I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed. Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food. But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbecue.
Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the table...everywhere. Then some of the birds turned mean: They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket. And others birds were boisterous and loud: They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food.
After a while, I couldn't even sit on my own back porch anymore. I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio. Soon, the back yard was like it used to be...quite, serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.
Now let's see . . . our government gives out free food, subsidized housing, free medical care, free education and allows anyone born here to be a automatic citizen.
Then the illegals came by the tens of thousands. Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for free services; small apartments are housing 5 families: you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor: your child's 2nd grade class is behind other schools because over half the class doesn't speak English.
Corn Flakes now come in a bilingual box; I have to press "one" to hear my bank talk to me in English, and people waving flags other than "Old Glory" are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties.
Maybe it's time for the government to take down the bird feeder.
It's a good question.
Just where ARE all the anti-communist movies?
I found this over at the Geek's place. And he's right. I can't excerpt that piece, you have to go read it in it's entirety.
What I will say is this: Hollywood has a long history of being communist and supporting communism. Nothing has changed, except for the fact that more people are aware of the evils of communism. But that hasn't changed communism's support in Hollywood one bit.
Hollywood isn't going to make a movie attacking something that it supports.
I found this over at the Geek's place. And he's right. I can't excerpt that piece, you have to go read it in it's entirety.
What I will say is this: Hollywood has a long history of being communist and supporting communism. Nothing has changed, except for the fact that more people are aware of the evils of communism. But that hasn't changed communism's support in Hollywood one bit.
Hollywood isn't going to make a movie attacking something that it supports.
So Dave, how hot is it?
It's so damn hot that even in our air-conditioned home, it's around 80 degrees. Stepping outside is like stepping into a sauna. The dog just lies on the tile floor and pants. I'm guzzling water and Gatorade trying to stay hydrated.
I hate Puerto Rico.
I hate Puerto Rico.
Another Fable
The Parliament of Clocks.
Found via Kim du Toit. Good stuff.
The clockmakers destroy the nonconforming clockmaker among them because they know that as a practical matter we judge the accuracy of clocks by consensus. Absolute time does not exist. Essentially, a parliament of clocks votes on the correct time. (Even scientifically, this is true.) By fiat, we say that the clocks that deviate from the consensus time are inaccurate, but logically that need not be so. Different technologies or different levels of care in setting, winding or servicing the clocks could lead to the minority clocks being more accurate. However, if all the clocks agree, then no lay person will have grounds for suspecting that the majority clocks don’t keep accurate time.
As a practical matter, articulate intellectuals face the same problem. They deal in areas in which no means exist for easily or quickly falsifying and testing their ideas. Like the king with the clocks, lay people looking at their work from the outside cannot evaluate the accuracy of their work. No means exist to make an objective measurement that would determine the accuracy of a particular literary criticism. Historians agree that certain events occurred at certain places and times and then argue furiously over the events’ import and consequences. Journalists do the same thing. Various theories in many academic fields knock around for decades before simply fading away, apparently because people grow bored with them.
In order to maintain their power and position within society, articulate intellectuals must convince the larger population that they really do have a superior understanding of the issues they study. The do so using a parliament of clocks. By enforcing rigorous conformist standards on their members, they seek to create the illusion of accuracy by making it appear that all people knowledgeable in a particular field all reach the same conclusion. If all the supposed experts in a particular field all tell the same story the lay people are much less likely to guess that none of the experts know what they are talking about.
Found via Kim du Toit. Good stuff.