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February 19

Talking about Ciao Cianos

The new micropoopie video archive thing is semi open.  A novagamer friend was severely bashed up in a car wreck last year.  So, on a lark I put together a get well soon video card.  This was created with old pictures scanned in on a low dollar all in one lexmark printer/scanner and some digital pictures from a variety of family events.

 

I'm sorry to say, I forgot exactly what the narration is.  The gist is pretty simple.  Here are some happy people doing happy things.  Hope you get to feeling better soon.  You know the typical get well soon card stuff.

 

The video was created using  Photo story, Windows movie maker, a bit of original photo cleanup with paintshop pro.  Etc. Etc.  The voice over part was accomplished with photo story 3.  I had not worked with that program before.  This was an interesting experiment with some of the features of the software.

 

Oh, the background music.  A 1982 song called "Island of lost souls" By Blondie. The singers name is Deborah Harry.

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Ciao Cianos


A nova games friend was nearly killed in a car wreck in Italy last year. They are rebreaking bones and the poor kid is really messed up. This is a semi funny collection of pictures with a really bad voice over translation of a greeting from babblefish.The background music is an old favorite from Blondie called Island of lost souls.
June 03

Regarding the Condom Reef E-story

Glad you dropped in. 

 

Hey! if you dropped by from the link in the Condom reef Email.  Let me assure you the ocean is not filling up with used rubbers.

http://www.snopes.com/risque/penile/reef.asp

 

It was just such a weird internet rumor that has been alive for years (1996).  And most recently circulated by Whitley Streiber.  Poor Whitleys source UK online is about as goofy. 

 

I thought I would pass it around and see if it generated any conversation.

 

My appologies to anyone who is worried we are being moved offworld by used rubbers for not including the snopes findings along with it. 

 

Just a small oversite.

May 29

Memorial Day a twenty second driveby.

I am making a small addendum to the May blog.
 
I had just returned from a fabulous lunch at the Golden corral of Steak, shrimp, shrimp scampi, and assorted victuals of a variety far too encompassing to clutter my main thought in this particular blogline.
 
Memorial Day.  How embarrassing I find it.  Not in the liberal Kennedy/Kerry/Clintonese way as a day of shame over militaristic postulating.
 
But, I find it personally embarrassing that we have come to do so very little for the remembrance of those who committed the ultimate self sacrifice in the service of this great country.  Its people, ideals, and freedoms.  To preserve those freedoms, ideals and peoples.
 
On leaving the restaurant I noted a Japanese brand sedan offloading. 
 
And on the other end of the parking lot, an elderly gentleman carefully opening the doors of his vehicle so as not to damage the other vehicles on adjacent sides.
 
You may ask, what does this group folk have in common with the humble elderly gentleman in the threadbare outfit.
 
One simple item came to immediate and glaring obviousness. 
 
These happy folk were offloading in the last open Handicap parking slot. 
 
The legless one armed man with the purple heart award sticker on his van was with pride and self reliance dragging his wheelchair out the back hatch with caution to not damage the neighboring vehicles out on the backside end of the parking lot.
 
It just struck me in that 20 second drive by as the happy people entered the restaurant totally oblivious to anything other than their moment in time.  As I had spent my lunch in oblivious observance of the moment. 
 
On the drive back, I pondered if I was unpatriotic, or unfeeling, or worse yet ungrateful.  And it occurred to me that in most likelihoods that is what those wonderful folks had in mind.  Their sacrifice would enable those for whom time goes by to do so in oblivious concern to Tyrants, Despots, and Dictators.  Together in a community of national pride spirit in the company of family and friends.
 
So rationalized, perhaps I did spend memorial day observance in the best way.  A brief reminder, and personal inventory surrounded by friends and family in a happy and free environment.  And I continue, "as time goes by".

May the month of flowers

Here we are at the end of May.
 
The month has just shot right thru the hour glass. 
 
Lupe's Birthday, Bob did a no-show.  Lunch at Casuella's Mexican restaurant was not bad. Not excellent but not bad.  They seemed to be in an economy trend and only had crap they could pull out of the freezer and nuke up on demand.  Urgh, home made TV dinners (well restaurant made).  Even the chips and salsa were bland.
 
The lawn even after a virtual bath in chemicals came in this spring with a huge amount of weeds and during that first flush looked like crap.  Over the winter the squirls busy little farmers that they are had planted pecan nuts all over like Easter eggs.  The little snots got in the greenhouse overwinter and now most of the tropicals have pecan saplings coming up out of the pots.  I have orphaned them out to as many places as I possibly could that they may have an oportunity to grow into full trees.  Actually I sort of like pecans.  And if spread out pecan trees do make nice shady spots.
 
The azaleas are in full bloom and what a color riot they are.  I did not have the oportunity to buzz over to Muskogee this spring for the Azalea Festival there in the park.  That is always a nice day trip.  Start early, haul ass over, take a peek, haul ass back with a camera full of colors.  A walk thru "Whites Garden" is always pleasent.  Especially when the weather is nice.  This year would have been perfect.  68 and sunny on the festival days back in April.
 
And up to the end of May.  So much to do and so little time to do it in.  StarWars III is in the theatres.  Kingdom of Heaven looks interesting.  I had just sat it out in a cramped theatre with barely padded seats for starwars.  My butt still feels numb.  An action packed movie.  And not exactly what you picture from the teaser.  Overall a dark movie.  But, what the hell I think it was the best one yet.  But, hey they say it is the last one.  And I don't even believe that for a minute.  Afterall we were forewarned of a return of Liam Neesan from the vapor world.  And Chewy the Wookie has some history to fill in.  Yoda needs to find a goofy little house in swampsville.  Leaha needs to grow up bitchy.  Hey for a half a billion a week I see StarWars 3.1; 3.2; 3.3.
 
Dad's Birthday was a quiet event no cake.  Hot doggies, Jodie brought her grandson for lunch.  Happy 72 Dad. Jodie and Liam seemed to have liked the Hotdoggies.
 
Liam was crabby about leaving.  I think the lad wanted to go back to great grands for some more hotdoggies.
 
 
 
 
 
 
April 28

April showers bring May flowers

April started like a nice spring flower unfolding.  Jasmine in bloom, decorative flower trees all in color.  And leaves like a Dragon.  Cool, Dry, and Poor Jodies Ford truck burned to the ground at 3am the 24th.  Must have been an isolated incident.  We of course know that ford cars and trucks do not spontaniously combust even if they have a Texas Instruments cruise control module.  Cheaper is not better.

 

I specifically avoided paying any attention to the Murrah bombing 10 year hullaballoo.  I still think there are some serious unanswered questions about just who was in the initiation of events on that deal.

 

Oddly and out of tradition was the spring arts festival.  It has always rained on the arts festival.  This year it did not.  It was really quite nice.  Overcast, breezy and cool.

 

Not a lot to comment on.  Local cable rates are increasing.  Programing is getting crappier.

 

I have some small interest in the spring crop of movies that will be in the summer bargain cracker box theatres.  Hitchhikers guide looks fun.  StarWars3 (actually 6) is about to release.  Odd that there has not been a StarTrek Motion picture in a while.  And the usual assortment of crap schlock and exploitaitional exercises that I have avoided wasting thought on (xXx pt2).

 

Let us hope that May may bring a less bland atmosphere of general items to consider.

 

March 22

March into springtime '05

March is three quarters flown by.  And I am just getting around to installing a 120 Gb Maxtor drive I bought in February.  Nice.  Dead out of the box.  Bios wont see it.  Machine has been running on bios screen for an hour, the drive is ice cold.  Sweet, Cannot find the reciept anywhere.  Just have to ship it back to Maxtor I guess.

 

Carolina Jasmin is blooming, and just today I see Bradford pears are bursting out in whites.  Several other trees are doing their early spring thing.  Purples, greens.  The grass is starting to peek out of the ground.  And those damnable weeds have their usual head start on it all.

 

This year I put out a feed crap with treflan that should slow down next years crop of seeded weeds.

 

Now to install the replacement hard drive.  Service the lawn mower.  Plant the roses and tomatoes.  Spray the grapes for white flies and shop for May shorts, and June AirConditioner filters.

 

I best do all that running around early.  Gas just popped up to 2.01.  Greed and stupidity on the planet of the apes being that which it is.  I don't forsee it ever going back to the previously outrageous 1.00 a gallon rate.

February 26

A half a decade?

Well well well, it finally happened.  This last week I turned 50.

 

Fifty years old.  I just cannot believe it has finally arrived.  I think I am experiencing some sort of shock.  I just do not feel any different than I did 30 years ago.  I still lust for blonde women and like Jack Daniels in single gulps.

 

Perhaps it is a little premature to get measured for a pine box yet.  Mebbe I should just roll up a purple ciggarette and contemplate five decades.

 

Ladies, its been great.  Heres to another 50 years of the best.

February 14

February fast flight

I can't believe it is not only February.  But, February is half over.

 

Happy Superbowl, Marti Gras, Carnival, Fat tuesday, Valentines Day, Washington's Birthday, My Birthday, Kirsti Alley's Birthday, Isaac Newton's Birthday.

 

Busy month February is.  As a matter of fact.  Second week of February is time to go out and start limbering up the beds for spring flowers and spreading chemicals for those pesky weeds.

 

Poa-anna, Dalis Grass, Crabb grass, annual rhy.  Oh my!

 

Well I have a load of crap to catch up on, not to mention some computers that have been setting here far too long needing the magic touch.  So, I will cut this a little short and steam on to get the big chunks wiped up.

January 25

Ohhh January die!

Here it is.  January 25, 2005.  Just about over the hump o winter.

 

This years most likely time for an awfull coating of snoty ice has been and gone.  I certainly hope it is just not late on the uptake.  Last week of January is ususally a respite from the icy breath of the arctic north.

 

Now for February.  Time to get the weed pre-emergent on the lawn.  First week will be the time to keep the worst of the early weeds from getting a foothold.  Odd to note.  The crabgrass never did really seem to die out.  Just sort of ungreened.  I think early on I will hit it with the liquid crap, and use roundup on the Dalas grass.  That stuff is almost impossible to get rid of.  And invariably an hour after I mow the grass.  there are Dalas grass fronds sticking a foot in the air.

 

I shall conclude this little bit of idle chatter and buzz over to the video store and pick up sky captain, I saw where the mummy was in the $7.50 stack.  I guess I will add that one in to the really crappy movie night emergency storage shelf.

 

Today is 70, sunny, and overall very pleasent.  Parden me while I go out for a bit of sun.

January 14

Shiver me timbers

This has been a slow week, not just a whole hell of a lot to comment on.

 

It is freezing cold out.  Frost set at sunset and it is shivery cold out.  The peak of the news worthy stuff seems to be that markets are recovering, California is rained out, its damnably cold at night.  And, just as likely to continue to be this way for another 60 days.  Warm days, freezing bitter cold nights.

 

I find myself wishing to mow the lawn.  Green, lush, hot sweaty work.  So avoidable in the warm months.  So missed in the cold months.

 

I think I will shiver myself down to the steak joint tomorrow and lament the passing of summer over a bleeding slab of charcoal scorched beef and a giant baked potatoe languishing in a pool of fresh creamery butter.  Real butter not that artificial sulfuric acid washed yellow blorp.  And on the side an RC cola.  So refreshing to have a change from the usual pissy or choke a cola.

January 04

Once more into the breech

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January 4, 2005

Ohhh myyyyy Gooooooooohhhhhd winter has finaly arived in Oklahoma city.  Dreary cold drippy crappy weather today.  My joints ache from my big toe up to the last vertibrae in my neck.

 

I think I will take a hot shower just to feel warm again.  It is only 39 degrees out.  But, it feels like crap.

 

So, to console myself over the dreary weather I went down to BestBuy and picked up Joint Operations add on pack Escalation.  This is supposed to be a wild ride with combat dirt bikes, apache gunship helicopters, Abrams tank, and some other stuff that must not be as exciting.

 

I will soon know what the deal is all about.  Gaming, what a ride.

 

January 02

The New Year 2005

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Thank God 2004 is now in the history books.

 

A real roller coaster all the way up to the end.  An Earthquake under the Indian Ocean causing a tsunami that has killed an untotaled number exceeding 150,000 already.  And an aftershock measured in the magnitude 6 range.

 

Now that Yassir has gone on to his just reward, the Palestinians want to cut to the chase.  Make a deal.  Hmm. wouldn't that be novel if that festered puss pocket was cleaned up.  Where would the Arabic shadow lords of world jihad find morons to carry out their malignant fantasies?  Possibly 2005 will see an end to it, but I don't think so.

 

I think this spring will be a real rip snorter.  Get your alternate power plant serviced.  Keep a supply of canned crap to slip through some really soupy weather.

 

and certainly expect some new faces on the list of evil pinheads.  I totaly expect for Iran to get fickle finger of fate shoved up its dirty nose.  Perhaps an unexpected player will discourage the rulers of dumbasslandatola from making the world un at ease with nuclear weapons.  They do currently have the capacity to launch warheads onto european cities.

 

By April, you will really be happy you bought that spring outfit.  I think overall this will be a nice spring and summer here.  By the same token.  I think there will be some places that have a perfectly dreary spring.  North Eastern United states I think will be wet, wet, wet.

 

So, there are some traditional New years predictions.

 

Mine was fine.  I hope you had a nice slide into the New Year.

December 26

The Dayze after Christmas

This will go in the books as the first year of the secularist I think. 

 

At nearly every oportunity to do so, the chance to say "Merry Christmas" seemed to be avoided in deference to "Happy Holidays".  And although there is a reference that the ACLU would create butt apples over (holidays- holy days).  It removes the specific of Christmas, or the old Roman Catholic "Christ's mas".

 

And even though the late december holiday is an old Roman pagan feast converted over to the convenience of the third Justinian congress to debate just what would be the format of the Roman Catholic party line.  It is still none the less set aside as the day of days for specifically the carpenter of Nazereth.  Perhaps more later on just what sort of hammer and nails sort of guy he was.

 

Back to the main tangencial directive of this train of thought. 

Happy Holidays.  I hope you have time to consider the taxes the democrats are prepairing to fit in your ass when they get back from their paid luxuriant traveled winter vacations to make up for 6 decades of strong armed robbery of the social security funds.

 

That sounds so bland and impersonall.  More of an insult one would hurl in the face of a less than courteous junior clerk in a department store.

 

Merry Christmas, may the blessings of the lord on this his day grace you and your family.  Hmm, that does have a different flavor as it rolls off the tongue.

 

The Christmas part of the Holidayze behind us, I wish you a very pleasent run to the new year.  As I predicted last December 2004 has been a year for the record books.

 

Relax, reflect, rejoice.  You made it one more time.  Prepair yourself to herald in 2005.  I think it will also be a knock down drag out year it it's lead up to elections in old time feudal islam land double whammies.  Afghanistan has proven it can be done even in a stink hole with no export resources other than stupidity and heroin.

 

Iraq is about to prove it can be done in a larger arena with far more to vie for.  One fifth the worlds oil resources in a world of growing hunger for industrial fuels.  Take my advice.  If you see one of those vendor things that will sell you one million Iraq dinar for 10% of the going rate.  Buy them.  A month ago it was $600.00, this month $1000.00.  At one time under Saddam it was one to one with the US dollar.  It could help hedge the difference in what the Democratic party feels you need for social security retirement income.

 

And perhaps later in the year when Ted and John, Al, and the good Dr.Dean are all trying to hide in a more conservative appearing light to save their miserable carcass' from the torchlight mobs. Things will start to look more cohesive. Until the forces in the wings that would strip all the warmth and decency out of our civilisation begin to tighten the batons.

 

But, until those terse times decend upon us.  My very warmest wishes for a Happy New year from all of us, to all y'all (thats an okie-ism, you may smirk or chuckle)

And do be carefull about your level of consumption.  The partier you get, the drinker you become.

 

 

December 24

The Day of Christmas eve

As the spectre of Christmas future ominously wafts in thru the window in these early hours of the day of Christmas eve '04, it occurs to me that I have achieved zero christmas shopping for year '04.

 

I wonder if my relatives will think I am a cheap Scrooge of a lump?  Perhaps, but what the hell.  If they want something, I'm easy enough to find.

 

I think I will spend the evening hours contemplating just what is Christmas spirit.  Much more than the the contemplation of what a haul will be dragged down.  Or the tribute doled out.  But the actually feeling of pleasure in the company of those with a similar genetic pattern.  A celebration of having come full circle around the arc of the sun in the great cosmic clock.  An introspective look at life and the living of it.  Particulary the pleasure generated at the consumate digestivity of time.

I think the afternoon hours I may try something I have not done in some time.  I will observe people, for an hour I will be a collector of mankind.  I will wade out into the mading crowd and observe the sights and sounds of the passing majesty of mankind and the hurley burley hustling harlequins therein.

And upon that note, I wish you a very merry Christmas.  May you also find pleasure in the oddities of mankind.  Particulary the foibles and frailties of those close to you.

 

 

December 23

Petard of Procrastus

Having secured a PCI 802.11g card for the PC, of course it was necessary to install it.

 

And having installed it.  It was necessary to look at the blinking lights reflecting from the back of the pc case juuuuuuuust right in shiny back lamp.  And marvel at the winky little bits of crap now in the tray icon clutterbin area.

Hmmm, just what is a Mbps?  Is 54Mbps good?  Or, am I being scammed again.

I wonder if this would work any less better if only WinXP was in control as opposed to having some idiotised secondary handler.  It so much reminds me of a dialer handler for some less than marvelous ISP like AOL, or ATT.

 

I wonder if I should worry that the "Smart Configuration" configurator is too damn smart.

 

I would be seriously upset to find it was an eavesdropping spammill data miner.

 

Perhaps I am just a bit paranoid this morning.

 

I know what it is, I have not had a shot o Java and two cigarettes to kick off the day.

 

I shall repair that revolting development, and then dive into the settup of SBC ADSL connection.  I am severely bored with Dialup access.

Shoping nightmare before christmas

Once again, I have been sucked up in a scamy sales deal.

 

You know how it works.  You see a deal in a flyer in the paper (ya the stuff that sets all week in the bathroom).  You run down to the store in  pre Christmas rush to get one only to find that the item went off sale yesterday and is now double the price.  And you only found out after standing in line for 45minutes

 

All said and done.  I went thru that bag of nastiness and picked up an 802.11g Wi-Fi card for the PC's PCI bus.  After getting it configured.  It connects to the new 2wire brand internet modem router.  Although the DSL connect is not yet configured.  This little device seems to be working.  For $50.00 it better work damn good.

 

Moral of this Blogline is before you rush down to CompUSA to buy a hardware that is mildly interesting.  Be sure the fine print doesn't stipulate a 2 hour sale in the middle of the night.

 

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