Thursday, November 15, 2007


There's a special link in the header.
And there should be after putting this picture here. What do the people in the truck do if they have to go the bathroom in a hurry?
If they jump, they're likely to break a leg. Climbing down one of those tires looks like an athletic feat that should be reserved for gymnasts. Do you suppose they frantically scream at the station attendant to fetch a ladder? Maybe they have a rope ladder in the cab? Maybe they have parachutes?
This was sent to me by an Australian correspondent (no, it wasn't David) and he refuses to answer any questions.
I'd be afraid my nose would bleed from the altitude of the cab.
I might (note: might) offer a prize for the best answer. Yeah, first prize is one week in Espanola, second prize is two weeks in Espanola.
I've come up with a sort of slogan for the environmentalists (sent it to Terry Tamminen already):
It is not a question of whether you can afford to drive a gas guzzler. It is a question of whether the human race can afford you driving it.
It's free for quoting. Big deal.
MILAN, Italy — Can't get to Milan to see Leonardo Da Vinci's masterpiece "The Last Supper?"
As of Saturday, all you need is an Internet connection.
Officials put online an image of the "Last Supper" at 16 billion pixels — 1,600 times stronger than the images taken with the typical 10 million pixel digital camera. The high resolution will allow experts to examine details of the 15th century wall painting that they otherwise could not — including traces of drawings Leonardo put down before painting. • Click here to see 'The Last Supper' in high definition.
Don't fool with Aussies
SYDNEY (AFP) - A tourist who was attacked by a crocodile while swimming in an Australian river was so drunk that he fell asleep at his campsite before going to hospital for treatment, a report said Friday. Matt Martin was camping in an area of the northeastern state of Queensland known to be inhabited by crocodiles when he drank what he later described as "half a slab" -- or 12 cans of beer. When he dived into the river at Cow Bay in the topical far north of the state, he landed on a crocodile. After a brief wrestling match with the reptile, Martin emerged with gashes on his face requiring 40 stitches, The Australian newspaper reported. Admitting his face was "pretty messed up" when he went back to his campsite, Martin, 35, from Newcastle city north of Sydney, then slept for seven hours before seeking medical help. His injuries were so bad that when he finally did make it to hospital, he was holding a blanket to his face to stop the bleeding, the newspaper said. Crocodiles inhabit most of the waterways in northern Australia and although attacks on humans are rare, they are potentially very dangerous and numbers have increased in recent years due to official protection after fears they might be wiped out by hunters.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?
=^,,^= When you're a mouse.
A man comes home from work and finds his wife admiring her breasts in the mirror.
He asks, "What are you doing?"
She replies, "I went to the doctor today, and he told me I have the breasts of a 25 year old."
The husband retorts, "Well, what did he say about your 50 year old ass?"
She replied, "Frankly dear, your name never came up."
A linguistics professor was lecturing to his class one day.
"In English," he said, "a double negative forms a positive. In some languages, though, such as Russian, a double negative is still a negative. However, there is no language wherein a double positive can form a negative."
A voice from the back of the room said, "Yeah, right."
Ever wonder what happens when you leave your computer on overnight?
Does it just sit idle until the screen saver kicks in?
That's what you want to believe. But now MASO Digital Studio has captured proof of the secret life of your desktop icons in a Flash clip. View the animation
Florida Poll
The latest telephone poll, taken by the Florida Governor's office, asked people who live in Florida whether they think illegal immigration is a serious problem:
29% of respondents answered: ''Yes, it is a serious problem."
71% of respondents answered: "No, es una problema seriosa."
Moose was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary.
His wife was really angry.
She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in less then 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE THERE!" The next morning Moose got up early and left for work.
When his wife woke up she looked out the window and sure enough there was a gift-wrapped box in the middle of the driveway. Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought the box back in the house. She opened it and found a brand new heavy duty bathroom scale.
Moose has been missing since Friday.
Everything here has been brought to you by your friend Schotzy.
He had fish for dinner. I didn't get any of it except the smell.

Sunday, November 11, 2007


He didn't really want to go to war.
He had a good job that paid him almost $35 a week. He could afford to buy a car (used), he could afford to get married and have a family. Perhaps within five or six years he'd be able to buy a house and raise his own vegetables and fruit. His wife could harvest and can these goodies and they'd have enough to get through the winter and share with their neighbors.
After all, his boss liked his work and he might get a couple of raises by then.
He enjoyed listening to the radio, dancing, reading the newspaper and playing cards and Monopoly with his friends and family.
He played softball and hardball in the summer, went ice skating in the winter. It wasn't any trouble to walk to the city park for these free things. After all, it was only five blocks. And he liked to play his trumpet (although Mom didn't to want hear it in the early morning).
He knew about the war in Europe, but that was their problem and they should solve it themselves. Europe was an ocean away, after all.
One winter Sunday morning, after he had eaten breakfast and read the newspaper (comics first), his Dad, as usual, turned on the radio to hear a newscast.
What? What did that announcer say? Something about a place called, um, Pearl Harbor, wherever that was.
The family listened, intently now, as they heard about a vicious sneak attack on an American Naval Base. Death and destruction rained down on a peaceful island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.
The newscaster told of fires, ships being sunk, bodies of Americans floating in the roiling, oil covered waters. Of civilians, as well as service men, strafed by airplanes.
The newsman's voice was relatively calm, although it broke in mid sentence many times, and he could hear the tension, the horror, the almost disbelief, as the man's voice filled the silent kitchen.
His older brother's eyes met his. Without a word they agreed that they would have to do something about this ghastly event.
He didn't see the look that passed between his mother and father. His two sisters were in shock.
They all listened in silence for aother half hour. His father spoke. "It's time to get ready for church." Silently they all got up and prepared for the service. Shaving, he thought about, but could not voice his outrage and anger. That would come later.
At church, the congregation chattered among themselves until the preacher asked them, several times to be silent.
He apologized for changing the scheduled sermon and asked all of to join him in singing "For Those In Peril On The Sea". After the song, he asked the assemblage to pray for those who had been wounded or killed in the cowardly attack. And then he asked them to pray for those who would fight in the inevitable war.
The young man didn't really hear anything else the preacher said. He could only see the redness of pure fury. His mind locked on killing those weasel Japs.
The only Japanese he knew had a fruit and vegetable store a block from his home. He didn't consider them enemies. Hell, they were friends and neighbors and Americans.
When the family arrived home, his other two brothers, their wives and two other sisters were waiting in the living room. They hadn't needed keys. Mom and Dad rarely locked the front door when they went out, except at night when they went to bed. The four young men (well, Earl was 36 and Albert was 30) spoke for a long time about enlisting in the army and fighting Japs.
Mom and Dad didn't want them to go to war. They were afraid for their children.
But all four of them stood in the enlistment office line the next day.
The eldest son, Earl, was told he would not be accepted because he was a machinist and would be needed to help make the weapons of war. The next (Albert), was told he wouldn't be accepted because he was needed in his executive position in City Hall. The two youngest were accepted immediately.
Of these two, one would be killed over Germany when the bomber he was piloting was destroyed. The youngest one taken prisoner by the German Army and managed to survive imprisonment. He died sixty years later.
One of the sisters joined the women's Army Corps and was honorably discharged after the war ended.
Two of the other sisters went to work in defense plants and the other raised a fine group of children (seven plus one adopted).
To my loyal, American loving forebears, I salute you on your day.
I watched the Arlington Cemetery ceremony on TV this morning. The Presidential Seal was conspicuous on podium. George W. Bush did not show up for it. Remember him? The guy whose daddy got him out of a shooting war. Richard Cheney stood in for him.
I am disgusted with Dubya.
There a couple of poems by men who were at Pearl Harbor in the header.