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What’s In A Name?

Billy Shakespeare said that.

I’d a recent experience, wherein I left a blog post comment @ one of my blogfriend’s™ blogs.  A few minutes later, it occurred to me that I’d addressed him by someone else’s name!

And there was no method in his blogging software by which I could make a correction.

(I did go back and make a second comment, apologizing.)

This reminded me of a year-or-so ago, when a kind soul sent me a few dollars on my sidebar Paypal link.  (hint, hint).  It was late, I was preparing to retire, and had taken my evening meds.  (HALF of the medication I am prescribed has possible side effects of memory loss!)

And I thanked him profusely, using a wrong name!

Then, I sent him another email, apologizing.  Hopefully, I got it right the second time(?)  I’ve not heard from him ever again.


At least, in the few significant personal relationships I’ve had in my lifetime with the opposite sex, I’ve not uttered another woman’s name whilst in flagrante delicto!

I don’t think?  I wasn’t on this kind of medication, then…

I don’t know…

I See Dead People

dead…or rather, I wish I did!

A number of folks close to me have pre-deceased me.  And with some (not all) it would be nice to have another 15 minutes.

Or a day.

My Mother, who passed when I was in the Second Grade.  My maternal grandfather, Gramp, when I was 24.  Of course my daughter Molly, when she was 12…

And a couple of others.

But, I’ve never had that kind of  spiritual connection.  And I’m a little envious of those who have!

My friend Bob – who saw a vision of his mother in the moment of her passing.  Five miles away!

A girlfriend who saw ‘something’ resembling my deceased dog Ilsa wandering around my house.

My daughter had a childhood friend and neighbor who awakened one night to see a black cat outside on her closed window sill.  My daughter loved cats.  And the cat opened her mouth and laughed, sounding just like my daughter!  Of course, this could have been a dream – except the girl’s mom ran into her room and exclaimed, “I heard her, too!”  This was about one month after Molly’s passing.

But for me, bupkis.

I like to think I’m a spiritual guy.  Perhaps I am, but just not in that way.


National Proletarian Radio II

(aka our tax dollars at work!)


Shooters Quicker To Pull Trigger When Target Is Black, Study Finds

You racist gun nuts. What with your wanting to actually be able to see your target and stuff.  (Say Uncle)

  1.  Read the article at the above link.  2.  Get physically ill (at your option).

The nice part is the ‘researchers’ who wrote the article are listed with their bonafides and email addresses published!

You might want to drop them a well-reasoned critique…

What’s For Me Is Not For Thee!

Sipsey Street Irregulars brought this clown to my attention…

Matt Sweetwood won a landmark victory for gun ownership rights from the New Jersey Supreme Court. So he’s against gun restrictions, right? Wrong. Here is his six point plan to help reduce gun violence.

There needs to be a Federal database of all guns and gun owners.

7-day waiting period before a gun is purchased and background checks on every purchase.

Elimination of unregulated gun selling / trading events. Every gun sold needs to be in the Federal registry.

There should be a set standard for gun ownership. Currently, it is left in the discretion of local authorities who sometimes error incorrectly either way. If you have committed an aggravated felony you can’t have a gun. If you have mental health issues you get a hearing to determine your status. If you don’t fall into those categories, you can’t be denied a gun.

Let’s do as the Israelis do. Currently, here in the USA, most sports arenas have searches on the way in. That needs to be effectuated on any public place where there are crowds. In Israel, you can’t enter a movie theater, bar, mall, etc., without bags being searched and wanded by a metal / bomb detector.

Most gun crimes are committed by repeat offenders. There needs to be mandatory minimum jail sentences for any crime committed with a gun. Sell drugs while carrying a gun and get 10 years in prison – do it again, get 20 years. We need to let the bad guys know, gun crime gets you real time.”Bill of Rights?  We don’ need no Bill of Rights!”

Doesn’t it make you are gooey inside that someone for whom we stood up has such an individual-civil-rights-oriented view?

Yeah, makes me sick, too.

(Of course, he does live in NEW JERSEY!)

h/t The Good Men Project

Youth Is Wasted On The Yutes

I’m sitting here this morning (actually, a couple of days ago), doing my morning routine:  shower, dress, morning rituals, medications, the all-important diet soda, the GiA blog, reading other blogs, news and emails…

Waiting for the stopping point.  When my muscle pain and diabetic neuropathy kick in!  Sometimes in an hour, sometimes more.

Pain in my extremities, feet, legs and even hindquarters.  From SITTING for chrissake!

AND, I already took medications!

And I remember being young.  Well, younger…

Lifting weights, walking long distances, jogging, karate – even with a fused hip!  And the hot shower accompanied by perhaps a couple aspirin did the trick.

Well it did in my 30’s.

But alas, no more.

And I remember older people from my youth, whining and complaining about this pain or that ailment, and me having no understanding.

And even thinking it was funny.

Karma IS a heartless bitch!

And then I think of Bob, a recent 1/2 leg amputee currently braving throat cancer, and my attitude improves…

Gratitude, my friends, is the key!

MORE Yardwork!


I’m quietly resting on my laurels, thinking the ‘chores’ (a word from childhood I loathe!) are completed, when the lady of the house says to me,

“We have more plants to move in the back yard so the painters can access the walls.”


But, it must be done.  After all, if we don’t move the stuff, the walls won’t get properly painted.  And, I’m certain, the HOA would try to fine us for noncompliance with the bylaws.  (Being a townhouse H.O.A. and all!)

So, it’s back out into the yard for us!  Sigh.

Fortunately, we didn’t have THAT much to do.  Mostly pry a large, overgrown yucca from it’s perch and move it about six feet away from the wall.

Using a shovel, hand truck and brute force.

(Note to self – Yucca are SHARP!)

BUT, we accomplished the task.  Here is a picture of the side of the yard, showing about half the plants, tools, cacti and succulents we moved:

20150804_062337The offending yucca plant is left-of-center.

And, of course, once the painting, exterior maintenance and noise are completed, we will get to move everything BACK!

As my Dad used to say, no rest for the wicked!


We (here at our townhouses) have been hearing for some months now about ‘improvements’ to be made on the exterior (many at our expense) by the ‘maintenance’ folks, as ordered by the HOA (homeowner’s association).

FINALLY, they are getting to it.

And they gave us TWO DAYS NOTICE to make our yard ready for the incursion of workers, and loud noises, for up to SEVEN DAYS (beginning @ 0630) , including leaving our (broken) back gate unlocked (the one with a spring-loaded lock, making it virtually impossible to leave it unlocked), lest they hire a locksmith @ $75.00/hour to open it!


So, we spent three days moving the many potted plants – including cacti (and succulents), sized in pots 3 inch to 30 inch across, along with pavers, bricks, empty pots, yard ‘decor’, tools, and all manner of things adjacent to the North fence, so they can do their work.


J. had jury duty on the first day, so I did my part on my own, with painful results.  It seems it’s preferential to wear my flat (normal) shoe in lieu of ED SULLIVAN (the really big shoe) when working physically on uneven dirt and gravel surfaces.

Lest I fall, which I did…


I careened forward, landing across some pots and pavers I had just stacked, bruising and scraping my right arm and knocking the pottery into a glass yard globe, which promptly shattered.

Fortunately, I didn’t propel forward enough to land on the glass!

THEN, I had glass to clean up!


Hopefully, this’ll all be completed soon (maybe they will fix the gate?)  The arm is healing nicely, and additional pain meds are helping with the jarring of my skeleton and resulting muscle pains of physical labor.

It’s nice they chose frickin’ JULY and AUGUST to undertake these tasks, when DECEMBER would have been so much cooler!


114° F

I just arose from a short nap.  J. got home about noon, and was tired after her early morning angiography.  So, we adjourned to our bedrooms and sacked out.

Even though I normally arise between 6 and 7, 4:30 was a bit much this morning to see her off!  I’ve not been outside since I took a quick trip to get sausage biscuits and hash browns this morning at 10 AM.

It was well over 90° then…

Here I am, catching up on email and such, when a news blip appears on my cellular telephone:

@3:08 PM, local meteorologists determined we met the record for this date, in The Valley Of The Sun.

114° F

Now, I’m not one to complain about the heat.  My parents brought me here, but, as an adult I’ve chosen to stay here.  And I’ve a car with a broken air conditioner.

Won’t hear me b*tch about the heat – no sirree!

I get to wear short-sleeves most Christmases.

But, I suspect oven mitts to handle the steering wheel and ingress/egress of the car are currently in order.


(not a complaint!)

J. came home without having a blockage or a stent placed.  As long as we can celebrate without going anywhere, I’m happy!

Browsers, Again (Sigh)

Well, it must be that time of year, again.

Or of the month.

I’ve having difficulty with my browser.


I did find I was having ‘issues’ with Comodo Dragon, and Comodo Ice Dragon, and FireFox.

(FireFox is my favorite.)

SO, I’m back to using Opera, which is iffy, at best….

But, it is working better than the others, currently.

It’s always something.


I cannot afford a new machine, have a good router, like Windows 7, and have good malware and security software.  But simply cannot stay ahead of the grade school kids who like messing with ‘the system’!

(The GOOD NEWS is I can leave comments on Laginappe’s Lair again!)

ANOTHER ‘Hate Crime’ Law…

I’ve written before in these pages with regard to so-called ‘hate crimes’.  I feel essentially, that the motivation behind a grisly torture and murder are really unimportant.

Torture is torture, and murder is murder.

The reasons in the criminal’s mind are largely unimportant.  The person still suffered and is still dead.

Getting inside a criminal’s head may be a good exercise for criminologists, but is a waste of time and money for legislatures.

And is the beginning of the thought police – political correctness run rampant.

“You are not allowed to hate somebody – that’s against the law!”

Wyoming just passed a hate crime law, pointing the finger 15 years later at the killer of Matthew Shepard.  It has been widely reported that he was killed because he was gay.

Turned out, he was selling sex for drugs.

This doesn’t mean he deserved to be tortured and killed.  Prosecuted maybe.

What was in the mind of his killer?  Was he thinking about Jesus, or his last Big Mac?


‘Uncomfortable truth’ in Matthew Shepard’s death

Certainly LGBT persons need to be treated with repect.

And most folks don’t deserve to be tortured and killed.  Even if they are small-time criminals.

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