"Nigella's dramatic court admission that she took cocaine is unlikely to wreck her career as she tries to crack America, say PR experts."
Crack America. LOL.
Saturday, December 07, 2013
Friday, December 06, 2013
Meanwhile, Here In Charlotte, NC...
...or, more precisely, Indian Trail, NC (just a short trip down the road from me), a gold coin was dropped into a Salvation Army kettle at Wal-Mart.
Seems to happen every year, somewhere in the USA.
Seems to happen every year, somewhere in the USA.
Robert Crumb Talks About...
...Hunter S. Thompson, Annette Funicello, Scott Joplin, and many others.
Part 7 of a continuing series. You can see earlier links in the series by clicking on the crumb tag at the bottom of the post.
Part 7 of a continuing series. You can see earlier links in the series by clicking on the crumb tag at the bottom of the post.
Thursday, December 05, 2013
What Every Single Woman Needs
"Scrotal Sack" handbag.
Married women, of course, already have a similar handbag, courtesy of their husbands.
Married women, of course, already have a similar handbag, courtesy of their husbands.
What Went Wrong?
One man's notion, from a favorite book:
"Things won't ever be like they used to be."
"What went wrong with it all?" I asked.
"They shot off the buffalo, and they meat-hunted the game. They slaughtered the wildfowl, and they give the vote to the women. The women stirred up a ruckus about their menfolks spending too much time in the saloons, and so they got Prohibition and handmade corn whisky and what they call 'speakeasies' in the cities, where you can drink gin that was made out of embalming fluid and go blind for twice the price. They invented the automobile and the airy-o-plane and speeded everything up. They got mixed up in other people's wars and got to betting on the stock market and altogether they're in a hell of a mess. And no free lunch."
"Any cure for it?"
"Not much," the Old Man said. "People ain't like they used to be, either. A bunch of smart alecks, running around in circles like beheaded chickens, dancing the Charleston, and raising Hell in general. They tell me some fellows won't dance with a girl without she takes her corsets off."
"I wouldn't know about that," I said. "But I do know I'm hungry, and that moon tells me tomorrow's high tide, and we'll be up early. Let's go down to Pete's and get a hamburger or something."
The Old Man spat.
"A hamburger," he said, as if it was a cuss word. "A hamburger, at my age. Like I said, things ain't like they used to be. But I suppose from some standpoints, they never were."
From Chapter 27 of Robert Ruark's The Old Man and the Boy, "Terrapin Stew Costs Ten Bucks a Quart."
"Things won't ever be like they used to be."
"What went wrong with it all?" I asked.
"They shot off the buffalo, and they meat-hunted the game. They slaughtered the wildfowl, and they give the vote to the women. The women stirred up a ruckus about their menfolks spending too much time in the saloons, and so they got Prohibition and handmade corn whisky and what they call 'speakeasies' in the cities, where you can drink gin that was made out of embalming fluid and go blind for twice the price. They invented the automobile and the airy-o-plane and speeded everything up. They got mixed up in other people's wars and got to betting on the stock market and altogether they're in a hell of a mess. And no free lunch."
"Any cure for it?"
"Not much," the Old Man said. "People ain't like they used to be, either. A bunch of smart alecks, running around in circles like beheaded chickens, dancing the Charleston, and raising Hell in general. They tell me some fellows won't dance with a girl without she takes her corsets off."
"I wouldn't know about that," I said. "But I do know I'm hungry, and that moon tells me tomorrow's high tide, and we'll be up early. Let's go down to Pete's and get a hamburger or something."
The Old Man spat.
"A hamburger," he said, as if it was a cuss word. "A hamburger, at my age. Like I said, things ain't like they used to be. But I suppose from some standpoints, they never were."
From Chapter 27 of Robert Ruark's The Old Man and the Boy, "Terrapin Stew Costs Ten Bucks a Quart."
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
He Smote Them Hip and Thigh
"Pope Francis says he once worked as a bouncer."
Judges 15:8: And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he went down and dwelt in the top of the rock Etam.
No word on whether His Holiness used the jawbone of an ass.
Judges 15:8: And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he went down and dwelt in the top of the rock Etam.
No word on whether His Holiness used the jawbone of an ass.
Cressida Dick Is Unhappy
"After Snowden Revelations, a Changed World for Journalists."
The UK Guardian newspaper, that published the Snowden leaks, met with members of Parliament. The police were there too, in the person of one Cressida Dick.
The UK Guardian newspaper, that published the Snowden leaks, met with members of Parliament. The police were there too, in the person of one Cressida Dick.
Sanity Returning
"Seeing the Toll, Schools Revise Zero Tolerance."
Long overdue. Hope it applies to such acts as carrying a Swiss Army Knife to school, keeping aspirin in the purse, chewing a dessert into a gun shape, etc.
Long overdue. Hope it applies to such acts as carrying a Swiss Army Knife to school, keeping aspirin in the purse, chewing a dessert into a gun shape, etc.
Shipwreck Blog: Japanese I-400-Class Submarine, 1946
2300 feet down, near the coast of Hawaii.
It would have looked similar to this:
It was taken as a war prize by the US at the end of WWII and apparently was sunk to prevent the USSR from having access to its technology.
It would have looked similar to this:
It was taken as a war prize by the US at the end of WWII and apparently was sunk to prevent the USSR from having access to its technology.
Tolkien's Revolver
Webley Mark VI, carried by Tolkien in the trenches of the Western Front during WWI:
Looks like it's in good shape.
Looks like it's in good shape.
Monday, December 02, 2013
The Walking Dead Episode Review: Don't Look Back
WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD!
The most exciting episode in a long time. Since it was a mid-season finale (more episodes coming in February), of course at least one major character gets killed, in this case poor Herschel. Herschel wore a serene smile as he met Rick's eyes for the last time, then it got ugly quickly as the Governor cut his throat with Michonne's katana, then pursued the dying man as he crawled across the grass and hacked his head off, precipitating the final battle for control of the prison. It's probable that, if anyone were to return to the prison after this battle, they'd find poor Herschel's head zombified. The firefight for the prison reminded me of old 1980's A-Team episodes, with lots of shooting but not enough fire discipline to hit anything. It was all spray-and-pray, with a few wounds here and there; Bob, Tyreese and Rick are all wounded by gunshot.
The Governor and Rick engage in a brutal fistfight, with the Governor getting the best of it, finally wrapping his hands around Rick's neck and choking him, at which point Michonne, having escaped earlier, stabs the Governor from behind with her katana, which she apparently retrieved. Her stabbing of the Governor very much resembled Aeris Gainsborough's death at the hands of Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII. The governor, dying, is finally killed by his female lover (can't recall her name offhand), whose daughter he had left behind supposedly in safety, but who had been killed by a walker.
Most of the prison gang escaped in a schoolbus, including Glenn, too weak from his bout with the zombie flu to take part in the battle. Maggie runs off to look for Herschel's daughter and thus misses the bus, but escapes after the last of the Governor's people are killed; Daryl Dixon, Tyreese, Rick and Carl are also left behind to find their way out of the now-walker-infested prison to rendezvous with the bus. Rick's baby daughter doesn't make it, having been devoured by a walker. Thankfully we are spared watching that particular death, if death it was.
The most exciting episode in a long time. Since it was a mid-season finale (more episodes coming in February), of course at least one major character gets killed, in this case poor Herschel. Herschel wore a serene smile as he met Rick's eyes for the last time, then it got ugly quickly as the Governor cut his throat with Michonne's katana, then pursued the dying man as he crawled across the grass and hacked his head off, precipitating the final battle for control of the prison. It's probable that, if anyone were to return to the prison after this battle, they'd find poor Herschel's head zombified. The firefight for the prison reminded me of old 1980's A-Team episodes, with lots of shooting but not enough fire discipline to hit anything. It was all spray-and-pray, with a few wounds here and there; Bob, Tyreese and Rick are all wounded by gunshot.
The Governor and Rick engage in a brutal fistfight, with the Governor getting the best of it, finally wrapping his hands around Rick's neck and choking him, at which point Michonne, having escaped earlier, stabs the Governor from behind with her katana, which she apparently retrieved. Her stabbing of the Governor very much resembled Aeris Gainsborough's death at the hands of Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII. The governor, dying, is finally killed by his female lover (can't recall her name offhand), whose daughter he had left behind supposedly in safety, but who had been killed by a walker.
Most of the prison gang escaped in a schoolbus, including Glenn, too weak from his bout with the zombie flu to take part in the battle. Maggie runs off to look for Herschel's daughter and thus misses the bus, but escapes after the last of the Governor's people are killed; Daryl Dixon, Tyreese, Rick and Carl are also left behind to find their way out of the now-walker-infested prison to rendezvous with the bus. Rick's baby daughter doesn't make it, having been devoured by a walker. Thankfully we are spared watching that particular death, if death it was.
Sunday, December 01, 2013
King MacArthur, You Might Say
"King Arthur Was a Scot, Lived In Swamp: Historian."
Scotland may have a new, ancient celebrity to call its own, according to an amateur historian.
In a new book, Adam Ardrey claims King Arthur was actually Arthur Mac Aedan, the son of a Scottish king, whose "Camelot" was not Tintagel Castle in Cornwall, but a Scottish marsh — and that he pulled Excalibur from a stone in the same area in Argyll.
That's not all: Ardrey tells the Scotsman he's identified all 12 of Arthur's battle sites around Scotland, including where he died — near Falkirk, 12 miles from where his round table has supposedly been found — and the spot he was buried, on the island of Iona.
"The legendary Arthur is said to be buried in an island in the western seas — Avalon — but in the south of Britain there are no islands in the western seas," Ardrey says. "Iona fits all the criteria. It's an island where hundreds of kings were buried. Some say 128. Other members of Arthur Mac Aedan's family were buried there too."
Scotland may have a new, ancient celebrity to call its own, according to an amateur historian.
In a new book, Adam Ardrey claims King Arthur was actually Arthur Mac Aedan, the son of a Scottish king, whose "Camelot" was not Tintagel Castle in Cornwall, but a Scottish marsh — and that he pulled Excalibur from a stone in the same area in Argyll.
That's not all: Ardrey tells the Scotsman he's identified all 12 of Arthur's battle sites around Scotland, including where he died — near Falkirk, 12 miles from where his round table has supposedly been found — and the spot he was buried, on the island of Iona.
"The legendary Arthur is said to be buried in an island in the western seas — Avalon — but in the south of Britain there are no islands in the western seas," Ardrey says. "Iona fits all the criteria. It's an island where hundreds of kings were buried. Some say 128. Other members of Arthur Mac Aedan's family were buried there too."
Yet Another Reason To Go Armed
"In God We Trust, Maybe, But Not Each Other."
Something fundamental is lost when neighbor has no trust in neighbor. Every man for himself, Devil take the hindmost. It's not the American Way. It's difficult to see the US surviving as a nation if this trust isn't regained.
Something fundamental is lost when neighbor has no trust in neighbor. Every man for himself, Devil take the hindmost. It's not the American Way. It's difficult to see the US surviving as a nation if this trust isn't regained.
Dudley Dooright, Pothead
A member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police has had his uniforms confiscated by his superiors because he insisted on the right to smoke medical marijuana while wearing them.
"I worked hard for that uniform," he said. "I bled for that uniform. I cried for that uniform for 21 years ... . They ordered me to give the only thing that I've lived and identified with for 21 years."
No, they ordered you not to disgrace it by smoking pot while wearing it. You chose to disobey. You valued pot more highly than that uniform. I have no sympathy for you.
"I worked hard for that uniform," he said. "I bled for that uniform. I cried for that uniform for 21 years ... . They ordered me to give the only thing that I've lived and identified with for 21 years."
No, they ordered you not to disgrace it by smoking pot while wearing it. You chose to disobey. You valued pot more highly than that uniform. I have no sympathy for you.
How To Make a Wikiup
The Daily Caller branches out into survival content.
They already have some good gun content; if you don't have The Daily Caller on your RSS feed, you might consider adding it. Politics, guns, and now survival: necessary information for living in the Suffering States of Obama.
They already have some good gun content; if you don't have The Daily Caller on your RSS feed, you might consider adding it. Politics, guns, and now survival: necessary information for living in the Suffering States of Obama.
Just Get On the Ice Floe Already, Grandma
You'll forgive me, I hope, if I express the belief that this New York Times story is encouraging senior citizens to hurry up and shuffle off this mortal coil because they're taking too big a cut of the health care pie.
And why does it not surprise me that the writer, Daniel Callahan, is a co-director of the Yale-Hastings Program in Ethics and Health Policy? Seems to me that, whenever I see the word ethics invoked in an article like this, it requires some human being to die for the collective good, whether it is geezers (as here) or babies, as in discussions in the past by ethicists regarding post-birth abortions (their term, I call it infanticide).
And why does it not surprise me that the writer, Daniel Callahan, is a co-director of the Yale-Hastings Program in Ethics and Health Policy? Seems to me that, whenever I see the word ethics invoked in an article like this, it requires some human being to die for the collective good, whether it is geezers (as here) or babies, as in discussions in the past by ethicists regarding post-birth abortions (their term, I call it infanticide).
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