I found this picture of old advertisements for Twitter, Skype Facebook and YouTube.Cool Huh! Wish I could find a larger version (hint hint) Yep, this is what it was like when we wuz kids… All you damn youngsters got it easy!
Monthly Archives: January 2013
Titleless
No, it’s Title-LESS, as in no name.
I can’t think of anything to post today. I have nothing prepared. Ha ha, that’s a joke, I never prepare anything.
Today at work we start a three day training course on the NDB, non-directional beacon. This is one of those classes where all the students are already experts on the subject. except for me.
I think I’m not in a very good mood today.
Wild wet windy weedy weekend
Wello. Another Monday is upon us. Here was a not-too-bad weekend. Saturday The Wife and I went shopping, and got some Bougainvillaea bushes and a new pan for cooking.
It’s a “Stir Fry” don’t call it a wok
I can’t remember what else we got. We stopped by the cigar store and I smoked one there. I meant to get a box to go, but somehow it slipped my mind. I looked at a box, good price, but only 12 cigars in a box. I like boxes with 25. We also looked at a new washer and dryer. (Uh on, the Wifes Brain wheels are spinnin’ like crazy, I can tell)… She got the whole thing planned out.
Then we came home, and I watched a little football. (I don’t give a rats ass after the Redskins coach murdered his team) The results and my hopes for next week are below.
I guess I gotta go for Baltimore. I hate all the other teams. I had a hard time picking San Francisco over Atlanta because I dislike them both immensely. SanFran because I thought Joe Montana was a weenie. Atlanta, because I’ve always disliked them. But I picked San Fran because of number 7 on their team. Don’t know his name. He was running and making some good plays. The winner of these two games plays the Super Bowl. Whoopie.
Sometime I have to tell you my NFL team philosophy, It’s quite insane.
Sunday I planted the bougainvillaeas in our solid bedrock yard. I tried using my one inch masonry drill to loosen up the ground and got it stuck solid in the ground. Then I had to use a pickaxe to get it free. Damn bougainvillaeas better grow.
And it rained Sunday, and we had a big power failure and I put houseplants outside and it immediately quit raining before they could get wet. AGAIN, like always.
That’s it for today, this dang post is too dang long!
Flashback Friday: First Adult Running
When I was very young, we lived in Rockville Maryland, USA. I was probably 5 years old, and there was a younger guy down the street, probably 3 or 4. Much smaller than me.
I had a little red wagon like this:
I asked my neighbor friend if he’d like to go for a ride down the hill in the wagon. He said he wasn’t allowed in the street. I said something like “AHhhhhHHh! That’s a loada hooie”
Next thing ya know, we’re blasting down the hill in the wagon, really fast, and I heard a I noise. I turned my head and it was his Mom, running down the sidewalk, yelling. My first thought was: “That’s the first time I’ve ever seen a grown up running”. My second thought was: : “Grownups look funny when they run”.
My friends Mom was very angry. She contacted my Mom, had a discussion, and my Mom sent me home. I knew I was in big trouble when my Mom got home from my friends house, but I figured my Mom would cool off pretty fast if she came home and I was dead. So, I laid on the stairs, with my face in the corner of the steps and was playing dead when she got home. She whacked me on my butt and I jumped a mile high, I certainly didn’t expect that! I was hoping for some sympathy (being dead and all) and a way out of trouble.
I don’t remember what my punishment was, but I still remember turning my head on that wagon, and seeing my friends Mom running after us.
For the record, I don’t think we were in any danger, riding the wagon down that hill, mostly the trouble was just breaking my friends Moms rule….
I would love it if someone reads this and says, “Hey! That was me!” We talk, and I find out it really was them. I’d like to apologize to his Mom for freaking her out.
And tell her she looked really funny running down that hill!
Science I Don’t Believe. A Loada Hooie!
Scientists have determined a meteorite discovered in the Sahara Desert in 2011 is about 2.1 billion years old and could be the first meteorite to come from the surface of Mars.
Article from HERE.
Sorry, I don’t buy it. No way does a rock from one planet leave that planet, float through space, then land on another. I just don’t buy it. I’m not saying it’s impossible, but I don’t believe happened and I don’t think there is sufficient proof.
So here’s the theory: A meteor hits another planet, Mars for example. The big explosion throws some Mars rocks out into space. In my uneducated opinion, a meteor striking a planet with enough force to throw rock into space would have to be powerful enough to almost destroy the whole planet. Or a volcano shoots some rocks all the way into outer space (my feeble, uneducated brain doesn’t think this is possible at all).
These rocks then attain escape velocity (for the planet Mars), float to Earth, survive burning through Earths atmosphere, and land on the ground. I don’t buy it because first of all, I don’t think a meteor impact or volcano would eject rock into space. Mars has pretty decent gravity and atmosphere (the escape velocity for Earth, if my grade school science memory serves me correctly, is something like 28,000 miles per hour, I’m sure it’s less on Mars, but still up there).
Secondly, any Mars rocks small and light enough to be ejected into space would not be large enough to survive falling through Earths atmosphere.
Thirdly, even if it did happen, there’s no way to know that it is from Mars..If you could prove that it’s from another planet, which you can’t, because this rock doesn’t seem very unique, you couldn’t prove it was from Mars. It might be from Ork, where Mork is from. Even then, maybe he brought it with him, and it didn’t magically fly from planet to planet.
I don’t believe it. If you want to prove to me that the above rock came from Mars, then show me on Mars the exact spot that rock came from. Show me the hole in a Mars rock that the above rock fits into perfectly, like a piece from a puzzle. Then I’d believe it.
Oh yeah, and lastly. Even if it happened all the time, and Mars rocks were just raining down on Earth, why would scientists claim that this could be the FIRST Mars rock to land on Earth, where did this idea come from. “Could be” is right, “could be” is most pertinent words in the article. A loada hooie, I tellya!
Here We Are
We’re all here because we’re not all there. I am glad it’s Wednesday. I thought this week would have been a lot tougher.
Myabe I don’t have hernia. I hope not. It doesn’t hurt when I sneeze. I remember the first time, sneezing was a very bad thing to do. It still feels like a knife is stuck in my gut, but maybe it will get better.
I took my scooter in for it’s 1000 KM maintenance. It was covered under warranty, except labor.Of course, they tried to charge me for the labor and I had to whip out the paperwork on their asses.When I got there the bill was $75.04. Guess how much cash came out of my pocket at the end? Four Cents. It was $66 labor, which was removed, then $9.04 in parts (quart of oil) which I used $9 in “points” and paid four pennies out of my pocket. I came out pretty good I think.
Then last night we went and saw part 1 of “The Hobbit” It was good. The Wife was worried about having nightmares from the Pale Orc, but I thought he was a pretty sharp lookin’ fella. Now the Orc with the beard of fat was gross. Can’t wait to see more of the dragon…
Have a successful hump day!
Hernia #2
I’m pretty sure I have another hernia. (I had an operation in, I think, 2007.)
My Wife bought this huge heavy desk and I was carrying it downstairs from the sellers house and it was excruciating. Bent over on the upside of the desk, shuffling down these stairs.
Feels like I just got kicked in the nuts and somebody pulled my leg off at the same time.
Not sure if I can feel the guts oozing out so I’m waiting to see the doctor. Maybe it’s just a sprain.
I had a guy helping me get it down the sellers stairs, now I have to figure a way to get up ours by myself.
Happy Monday To You
Monday, the first full week of 2013. Today all the vacationers should be back at work, traffic will be terrible and it will be a Monday to make Mondays proud. I just want to keep my nose buried in work and be unaware of the happenings outside the confines of my desk area. Just keep to myself and get this day out of the way.
I was all pissed off last night at the Redskins suicide loss, but now I’m just sad. Pathetic. Now I can go to the beach or go diving instead of watching football. Maybe I’ll watch on Sunday…
It was a good weekend, I stayed home, the wife had to work Saturday, and I floated in the pool and smoked cigars. I didn’t leave the house all weekend.
Here’s some pictures from last weeks lunchtimes. Pics make the post!
Jumper
flounder
Me
kayak towing service
Damn The Redskins Coach!
Redskins lost. The quarterback Robert Griffin III got re-injured (in the first quarter? or second?) and the coach kept him in till he collapsed in the fourth quarter. You can say it’s not just the coaches fault, RG3 apparently wanted to stay in. But when you boil it down, it IS all the coaches fault.
I think that Kirk Cousins is an excellent quarterback, and if he was put in, (at the very latest the start of the second half) the Skins would have easily won.
I am so upset. The Redskins never get beat, they always beat themselves.
Here’s this weekends results and my next weekends hopes. Vegas got it 100% last week.
Flashback Friday: Grandmas Phone
Memory Monday has been changed to Flashback Friday.
My Moms parents lived on a farm in Wilmington, Ohio. Back in the days of my eariliest memory, I remember their phone. They had a party line, which meant that several people in several houses used the same line, like separate phones in the same house. Each phone had a different ring, (like two fast and one short would be my Grandparents). Sometimes you’d pick up the phone and hear somebody else talking. You’d hang up and try again later.
Talking on the phone was a big deal in those days. I remember my Grandparents phone was on a little table in the hall, with a pad of paper, a pencil, and a small lamp. Nothing else. When you used the phone, you concentrated on using the phone. It was an important device, not used for idle chat.
For Christmas, my Wife gave me a Zen Garden. I always wanted one, but now I wonder where I’m going to put it. It seems to me that the table at my Grandparents house with the phone on it would be a perfect place,
I miss those days. I’d like to go back in time, knowing all I know today.
This morning when the alarm went off I was dreaming I was at a yard sale pushing a double shopping cart. There was a regular shopping cart and a wagon hitch on front with another cart attached.
I was maneuvering through the items at the yard sale, thinking “This should be impossible to steer but it’s not” when the alarm went off. Now I feel all zombie-ish and brain dead. I think if the alarm goes off in between dreams I’m OK, but interrupt a dream and I’m hurtin’ fer certain.
But it’s FRIDAY! Have a good weekend!