Whenever I have posted too many serious posts in the past, I remedied doing so by posting a few guffaws, e.g. jokes, cartoons and funny pictures. To lighten the mood.
AND, because it’s MY BLOG!
Again, I’ve posted a litany of serious posts, mostly regarding governmental abuses. And it’s got me down. But, instead of guffaws, I decided to invoke Rule 5*, instead:
SIX of my favorite women! SO many choices…sigh.
*Rule #5 Post – Celebrating Women
Obviously, the goal is to turn on the computer (or awaken it) and have it go to the correct page, and do what is asked for it to do, not unlike turning on the TV and having Edmus Scary’s Late Nite Horror Show with Plan 9 From Outer Space showing, as one intended.
If you’ve been reading me for over a month,
seek professional help. you know I’ve been having issues with browsers and such. I finally found one that seems to work, and have added security and malware programs, and things have been better, BUT…
NOW, I find I cannot post comments on
BLOGGER-based blogs certain BLOGGER-based blogs! I do the set-up, my identifiers, hit enter and poof – the posts magically disappear!
I’m having ‘issues’ with three or four blogs, but the most difficult is one of my daily readers, who comments on GiA almost daily, Rev. Paul of Way Up North. It’s most distressing and embarrassing as he is not just a fellow blogwriter, but a friend! Apologies to another friend, Lagniappe’s Lair (Murphy’s Law) as well, for the same issues!
If you’ve not seen a comment from me as of late, and use Blogger, THIS is why!
I’ve had problems with BLOGGER, before. It’s why I now blog on WordPress.
Ah, BLOGGER, my old friend,
I’ll chase him ’round the moons of Nibia and ’round the Antares Maelstrom and ’round perdition’s flames…no, that’s not it…
I’m using Comodo IceDragon as a browser; Windows 7 Home Premium, WordPress as a blog publisher; security by Malwarebytes, Comodo, Kasparsky, and Windows. Add-ons include DoNotTrackMe, Ghostery, and PrivDog. Any suggestions?
Anyone else having ‘issues’ posting comments on specific Blogger accounts?
(CNN) – Most beer guts are the result of consuming fermented brew, but a new case study describes a rare syndrome that had one man’s gut fermenting brew, not consuming it.
It’s called gut fermentation syndrome or auto-brewery syndrome, and it’s “a relatively unknown phenomenon in Western medicine” according to a study published in July’s International Journal of Clinical Medicine. “Only a few cases have been reported in the last three decades” according to Dr. Barbara Cordell, the dean of nursing at Panola College in Carthage, Texas, and Dr. Justin McCarthy, a Lubbock gastroenterologist, the study’s authors.
The most current case comes courtesy of an unnamed 61-year-old Texas man who for five years seemed to be drunk — all of the time.
Sounds like some bloggers I’ve run across!
No, not me.
PS – because Squeaky Wheel informed me of the real health issues in this post, she asked for a link to the original article. Here ya go Squeak: http://www.cnn.com/2013/09/19/health/gut-fermentation-syndrome/index.html
Above is the official Cleveland REDSKIN team logo.
In no way does it appear disrespectful to a proud heritage of third Stone Age peoples found on these shores when the Eurotrash first appeared on the scene 521 years ago. (Columbus – or longer? Vikings?)
Nor does the moniker REDSKIN, which while slangy to me, is no different from Black, which seems to be one of the other accepted terms (at least this week).
I love how there were probably six people nationwide who were bothered by REDSKIN, until some politicians decided to make it their cause celebre’. Probably because any other issue – immigration, tax reform, privacy, budgets, national security, the military, wars, debt ceilings, government slimdown ad infinitum, ad nauseum were being ignored by said politicians. They had to hang their hat on SOMETHING!
I wonder if all the previously-conquered peoples of the World – you know, the ones who were outright slaughtered unless they assimilated into the victor’s culture, are even around to complain about the names of sports teams named after them? I suspect most of them are not, or are wise enough to pick and choose their battles if they are.
We certainly didn’t do right by the American Indian*, and ‘awarding’ them crap land and special separate citizen status with their own ‘nations’ is part of that. Didn’t Separate, But Equal fall by the wayside some 117 years ago? (Plessy vs. Fergusson)
Along with the top-flight federal government health care they receive. Wait! What? They don’t?
Perhaps there’s yet another lesson in that?
*NOT Native American. Hell, I was born here, I’M a Native American! I side with Russell Means (now deceased leader of the American Indian Movement and libertarian), who said, “I’m an American Indian. You’ll note American is listed first!”
Bacon, Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, Explosives gave me an interesting idea.
If you’re familiar with the television show Person of Interest, you know the theme is the government can pretty much watch and track everything everyone does, through the use of electronic records and the ever-increasing number of traffic, ATM, and ‘security’ cameras out there. Soon, we will become London. (If we haven’t, already!)
The show’s producers indicate the technology is already available, and is being used. This is not science fiction. The revelations regarding the NSA’s surveillance
capabilities abuses is only the tip of the iceberg.
Ry Jones (of the above blog) has taken things a bit further. He has installed a ‘dashcam’ facing out the rear of his vehicle! Fighting fire with fire, as it were.
Raging against the machine, via one’s own machine!
Imagine the next time he is pulled over for some imaginary infraction…
I like it.
“Here, have a tablet.” (apologies to the Firesign Theatre)
My roommate gifted me her old smartphone in April. I love it. Despite it’s limitations, it works wonderfully as an ersatz computer, a passable camera, movie camera, and even a telephone!
She recently was able to acquire a new tablet. A Samsung Galaxy, I believe. Quite the little machine, and light. Many more features than the comparable IPad. And less expensive!
And she asks me, “Would you like my old tablet?” Saying “Duh” would have been rude.
I am now the proud owner of a two-year old Acer Iconia Tab A500. Similar in operation and programming to my cell phone (both Android-based), it’s GREAT!
My ONLY concern/complaint thus far is it’s weight. It’s like holding a car battery shaped like a notebook. But we don’t inspect free equines’ teeth here.
When the EMP bomb hits, we’re gonna be screwed!
We all remember THIS guy. He gave friendly advice, not just for children, but for all of us.
How well do you know your neighbors? Or do you even know them?
I currently rent a room in a townhouse. The neighbors to the immediate South (sharing the common wall) have a practice of going into their backyard (just over a fence) and SCREAMING with each other about family matters. I think it’s a mother and daughter, and some male hangers-on of some sort. This sometimes happens well into the night. Then, someone ‘over there’ is up early, like 0545, and makes a practice of throwing a bowling ball down the stairs, bouncing it off the wall in the process (again, common wall) REPEATEDLY.
(At least, that’s what it sounds like!)
This is in direct opposition to the North neighbors, again a mother/daughter team. We rarely hear anything from them through the common wall, and they never seem to be in their adjacent back yard. The word on the street is, however, mind your Ps and Qs, if mom spots someone parking crooked, or spilling trash, or some other small infraction, she will SCREAM. To the Homeowners Association, at least. And THEY will contact you.
I know these all folks on sight, and wave, all friendly-like, and sometimes even say “Hello”. The neighbors North of the North women seem to be a nice couple. He even helped J. corral one of her dogs when she ran loose (a favorite game – ESCAPE! Wheee, I’m FREEE!), when J was unable to catch her.
I think I know the first name of the North neighbor mom. That’s it.
In my former neighborhood, I made it a point of knowing my next-door neighbors, the one across the street and across the alley behind me. Just in case.
The Art of Manliness again addresses this issue. In short, it says knowing your neighbor is lubrication for civilization. Much as being polite can defuse friction.
I remember my childhood neighborhoods. All the kids on the block knew each other, and so did all the parents. If you did something wrong, not only did the neighbor yell at you, but, by the time your returned home, your parents had received a telephone call from said neighbor. So you got it, again. And, you could run to any neighbor’s home for help or safety.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have neighborhoods, again?
I hesitated to post this, as most gun bloggers who post about food post about fine food: seafood, chili, gourmand cuisine. Think Brigid, and many others.
I like to cook, and am not half bad at it – traditional American fare: lasagna, deep-dish pizza, steak, hamburgers, hot dogs. Baking. Some sugar-free stuff. But, with my various infirmities, standing and cooking usually isn’t a pleasant experience. (I need to eat more salads, anyway).
So, I’ve taken to finding foods I like near my new digs. Mexican food, bar & grills, pizza. Usually accompanied by alcohol (or diet soda ). Much depends on how close it is to ‘payday’.
We used to frequent a pizza place near my old house. Our favorite waitress appeared to be a recovering tweaker from Boston – always pronounced beer as beah, so we adopted that. For fun. (Yes. sarcasm and mockery are our stock in trade!)
Of late we (my roommate and I) have found a couple new places. One had excellent burgers and fries – at steak prices, and 52 craft beers available. We took immediately to Mr. Pineapple Ale, then found out the craft beer was $7.00/pint!
As much as we liked the food, we went on the hunt to find Mr. Pineapple, and found it at another place we have been known to frequent. For $4.50/pint! Have three beers and you’re saving money! (see what I did there?)
The problem is, the food at the cheaper beer place, while good, is not as good (or as costly) as the expensive beer place. They do have 1/4 pound BACON-WRAPPED hot dogs, though!
I’m certain my doctor would agree.
Probably without the dark chocolate, though…
FTC – San Tan Brewery gives me nothing. Now go away!
The lovely Tamara had a recent post regarding personal vehicles, with political stickers there-a-fixed. The consensus among correct-thinking-folks is to maintain a low profile. No longer is a pro-gun, gun rights or even a libertarian rear plaque or bumper sticker deemed appropriate.
At the very least it’s considered non-tacticool. Don’t want to alert potential auto-burglars of the Glock possibly stuffed under the seat in our absence! (One of the Bob’s had one stolen outside a coffee shop in broad daylight!)
In my callow youth, I owned a number of nondescript cars, mostly with libertarian bumper stickers attached. Never had a problem. One did read ‘Question Authority‘. Never had a problem during traffic stops for not current registration.
But, as the 90s appeared, and political clouds foretold of personal liberties being trashed (the Clinton Assault Weapon Ban, for example), I opted to be less visible. Not concerned with the bad guys (criminals) as much as the bad guys (government). And I attached fewer stickers.
After the accident, I acquired my dream vehicle – a 1989 Isuzu Trooper. Molly and I had been looking at them, as the ‘gee, perhaps one day’ car to take us to the desert to shoot. She never got to see her, but she paid for her.
She was christened Molly’s Trolley with a dash placard. And once my time payment Life Membership to the NRA was paid off, I affixed an appropriate sticker on the driver’s wing window. Remember those – wing windows?
But no other defilement was allowed. Low profile, in a silver 4×4 with a cammie spare tire cover. Yeah right. And many trips were made to the desert, and to friends in New River. And other places.
My youthful dreams of joking magnetic door signs reading ‘ANFO Distributing‘ never happened. And I never even considered the ubiquitous gun show sale bumper sticker, ‘Vote From The Rooftops‘.
I did see (once, during the Nixon years) a sticker on another car reading, ‘Where is Lee Harvey Oswald When You Need Him?‘
I don’t think that would fly, today. No one remembers who he was.
h/t Siddhartha, Tam
We are living in a miraculous time - technologically speaking.
Having recently acquired a new (to me) smart phone, I’m still learning and appreciating all the things this appliance can do for me. Thus far: alarms to remind me to do stuff, answering questions via Internet, checking Email, taking photographs, watching TV and even making and receiving calls (!)…all from a lightweight, flat device which fits easily in my front right pocket.
I even downloaded a Kindle app, and have a couple books to read, if a real one is not available!
As I said, miraculous!
A friend sent me evidence of yet another technological miracle, below:
|AMAZING TECHNOLOGY FROM JAPANYou will not be able to know what is ahead until
you have seen the 4 pictures and read the explanation of
what they are. Our future is here. Incredible!!
What an age we live in.
Look closely and guess what they could be.
Are they pens with cameras?
Any wild guesses? No clue yet?
Ladies and gentlemen…. congratulations!
You’ve just seen something that will replace your PC in the near future.
Here is how it works:
In the revolution of miniature computers, scientists have made great developments with blue tooth technology.
Can anyone say, ‘Good-bye laptops!’Looks like our computers are out of date… again!!!
Amazing! Although I like the tactile feedback of a real keyboard. I’m old-school, remember? :-)
Speaking of which, I was looking for accessories for my new
toy cellular telephone, and ran across this:
THIS is a dock in which to place my cell phone to allow me to use it like an old land-line telephone. What?!
Everything that’s old is new again!
PS – I’m not getting a retro-phone dock.