Thursday, March 06, 2008

Irena's Children

by Gavriel Horan





Irena Sendler is a 97-year-old Polish woman who saved 2,500 Jewish children during the Holocaust.

She takes the crying baby into her arms, turns her back on the hysterical mother, and walks off into the night. If she's caught, she and the baby will die.

"Promise me my child will live!" the mother cries desperately after her.

She turns for a moment. "I can't promise that. But I can promise that if he stays with you, he will die."

Irena Sendler is 97 years old. She has seen this image in her dreams countless times over the years, heard the children's cries as they were pulled from their mothers' grasp; each time it is another mother screaming behind her. To the children, she seemed a merciless captor; in truth, she was the agent to save their lives.

Mrs. Sendler, code name "Jolanta," smuggled 2,500 children out of the Warsaw Ghetto during the last three months before its liquidation. She found a home for each child. Each was given a new name and a new identity as a Christian. Others were saving Jewish children, too, but many of those children were saved only in body; tragically, they disappeared from the Jewish people. Irena did all she could to ensure that "her children" would have a future as part of their own people.

Mrs. Sendler listed the name and new identity of every rescued child on thin cigarette papers or tissue paper. She hid the list in glass jars and buried them under an apple tree in her friend's backyard. Her hope was to reunite the children with their families after the war. Indeed, though most of their parents perished in the Warsaw Ghetto or in Treblinka, those children who had surviving relatives were returned to them after the war.

Yet Irena Sendler sees herself as anything but a heroine. "I only did what was normal. I could have done more," she says. "This regret will follow me to my death."

Breaking the Silence

Though she received the Yad Vashem medal for the Righteous Among the Nations in 1965, Irena Sendler's story was virtually unknown. But in 1999 the silence was broken by some unlikely candidates: four Protestant high-school girls in rural Kansas. The girls were looking for a subject for the Kansas State National History Day competition. Their teacher, Norm Conard, gave them a short paragraph about Mrs. Sendler, from a 1994 U.S. News & World Report story, "The Other Schindlers." Mr. Conard thought the figures were mistaken. After all, no one had ever heard of this woman; Schindler, who was so famous, had rescued 1,000 Jews. 250 children seemed more likely than 2,500.

Conard encouraged the girls to investigate and unearth the true story. With his help, the girls began to reconstruct the life of this courageous woman. Searching for her burial records, they discovered, to their surprise, that she was still alive, ninety years old and living in Warsaw. The girls compiled many details of Mrs. Sendler's life, which they eventually made into a short play, "Life in a Jar." The play has since been performed hundreds of times in the United States, Canada, and Poland, and has been broadcast over radio and television, publicizing the silent heroine to the world.

Learning to Swim

Irena Sendler was born in 1910 in Otwock, some 15 miles southeast of Warsaw. Her father, a physician and one of the first Polish Socialists, raised her to respect and love people regardless of their ethnicity or social status. Many of his patients were poor Jews. When a typhus epidemic broke out in 1917, he was the only doctor who stayed in the area. He contracted the disease. His dying words to seven-year-old Irena were, "If you see someone drowning, you must jump in and try to save them, even if you don't know how to swim."

Even before the war, Irena had strong loyalties towards Jews. In the 1930s, at Warsaw University, she stood up for her Jewish friends. Jews were forced to sit separately from "Aryan" students. One day, Irena went to sit on the Jewish side of the room. When the teacher told her to move, she answered, "I'm Jewish today." She was expelled immediately. (Decades later, under Communist rule, she was considered a subversive; her son and daughter were refused entry into Warsaw University.)



In fall of 1939, Germany invaded Poland and began its campaign of mass destruction. Many Poles were quick to side with the Nazis. Although Jews had never been accepted by the Polish masses, many of them had fought alongside their Polish countrymen during the few days before the country was overrun. Now these loyalties meant nothing.

Mrs. Sendler was a senior administrator in the Warsaw Social Welfare Department, which was in charge of soup kitchens, located in every district of the city. They distributed meals and gave financial assistance and other services to the poor, elderly, and orphans. From 1939-1942, she was involved in acquiring forged documents, registering many Jews under Christian names so they could receive these services; she listed them all as typhus and tuberculosis victims, to avoid any investigations.

It wasn't enough. Irena joined the Zegota, the Council for Aid to Jews, organized by the Polish underground resistance, operating out of London with the help of many British Jews. Obtaining a pass from the Warsaw Epidemic Control Department to enter the Warsaw Ghetto, she smuggled in food, medicine, and clothing.

Over 450,000 Jews had been forced into the small 16-block area that was the Warsaw Ghetto; 5,000 were dying each month. Irena felt that her efforts were helping only to prolong the suffering, but doing nothing to save lives. She decided that the most that could be done was to try to save the children. "When the war started, all of Poland was drowning in a sea of blood. But most of all, it affected the Jewish nation. And within that nation, it was the children who suffered most. That's why we needed to give our hearts to them," Sendler said on ABC News.

Breaking Through the Walls

In 1942, Mrs. Sendler, "Jolanta," was put in charge of the Children's Division of Zegota. She and her team of twenty-five organized to smuggle out as many children as possible from the Ghetto. Ten members were to smuggle children out, ten were in charge of finding families to take the children, and five were in charge of obtaining false documents.

The hardest part was convincing parents to part with their children. Even the many secular Jewish parents shrank from the thought of surrendering their children into Catholic homes or convents, where they might be baptized or taught Christian prayers. Many chose to die with their children instead. Irena, herself a young mother, found it almost impossibly painful to have to persuade parents to part with their children, entrusting them to a non-Jewish stranger. The only thing that gave her strength to withstand this pain was the knowledge that there was no other hope for survival. Sometimes, she would finally convince the parents, only to be met with the grandparents' adamant refusal. She would be forced to leave empty-handed, returning the next day to find that the entire family had been sent to Treblinka.

Many in the Ghetto thought that Treblinka was a relocation settlement. Actually, it was even worse than Auschwitz, which was a labor camp/death camp. Treblinka, on the other hand, contained little more than gas chambers and ovens. Fighting against time, "Jolanta," entered the Ghetto several times a day, wearing on her arm a yellow Star of David to show her solidarity, desperately trying to convince parents to let her take their children. Many parents would ask her why they should trust her. "You shouldn't trust me," she would agree. "But there's nothing else you can do."

The second biggest challenge was finding Polish families. The penalty of death to every family found harboring a Jew was not always enforced, but some 700 people were killed because of it. Many of the children had to be hidden in orphanages and convents. Jolanta would write to them that she had bags of old clothes to donate; among the old clothes she would hide a child.

Then there was the smuggling of the children out of the Ghetto. Small children were sedated to keep them from crying, then hidden inside sacks, boxes, body bags, or coffins. Older children who could pretend to be ill were taken out in ambulances. Many were smuggled through sewers or underground tunnels, or taken through an old courthouse or church next to the Ghetto.

Outside the Ghetto walls, the children were given false names and documents. Mrs. Sendler claims that no one ever refused to take a child from her. But children often had to be relocated several times. She recalls carrying a little boy from one guardian family to the next, as he sobbed, "How many mothers can a person have? This is my third!"

The smuggling did not always go as planned. Fourteen-year-old Renada Zajdman was smuggled out, but then became separated from her rescuer. She survived on her own in warehouses for several months, until she was reconnected with members of Zegota.

The Church was actively involved in much of Mrs. Sendler's work. However, she stresses that the goal was not to convert people to Catholicism, but rather to save lives. Each family had to promise to return the children to any surviving family members after the war. Unfortunately, this promise was not always kept. Mrs. Sendler spent years after the war, with the help of her lists, trying to track down missing children and reconnect family members.

Of the remaining orphans, some 400 were taken to Israel with Adolph Berman, a leader in Zegota. Many others chose to stay with their adopted parents. Despite Mrs. Sendler's efforts to trace them, some 400 to 500 children are still missing; presumably they either did not survive or they are living somewhere in Poland or elsewhere, perhaps unaware of their Jewish identity.

Discovered!

For two years, Jolanta's covert operations were successful. Then, in October 20, 1943, the Gestapo caught up with her. She was arrested, imprisoned in Warsaw's notorious Pawiak prison, and tortured. Her feet and legs were broken. She still needs crutches and a wheelchair as a result of those injuries, and still carries the scars of those beatings. She refused to betray any of her co-conspirators or to reveal the whereabouts of any of the children.

Jolanta was sentenced to death by firing squad, a sentence that she accepted with pride. But unbeknown to her, Zegota had bribed one of the German guards, who helped her to escape at the last moment. He recorded her name on the list of those who had been executed. On the following day, the Germans loudly proclaimed the news of her death. She saw posters all over the city reporting it. The Gestapo eventually found out what had happened; they sent the guard to fight on the Russian front, a sentence they felt was worse than death. Irena spent the rest of the war in hiding much like the children she had saved. Relentlessly pursued by the Gestapo, she continued her rescue efforts in any way she could, but by then the Warsaw Ghetto had been liquidated.

Due to the Communist regime's suppression of history and its anti-Semitism, few Poles were aware of Zegota's work, despite the unveiling of a plaque honoring the organization, in 1995, near the former Warsaw Ghetto. Mrs. Sendler continued her life, simply and quietly, continuing to work as a social worker ... until the discovery by the Kansas teenagers catapulted her into the public arena.

Irena Sendler was awarded the Order of White Eagle, Poland's highest distinction, in Warsaw, in 2003. This year, she was nominated to receive the Nobel Peace Prize. At a special session in Poland's upper house of Parliament, President Lech Kaczynski announced the unanimous resolution to honor Mrs. Sendler for rescuing "the most defenseless victims of the Nazi ideology: the Jewish children." He referred to her as a "great heroine who can be justly named for the Nobel Peace Prize. She deserves great respect from our whole nation."

Today's Warsaw still bears testimony to Mrs. Sendler's lifesaving work. The corner store where children were hidden in the basement and the apple tree where the names of the children where buried still stand, all within sight of the German army barracks. Although the children had known her only as Jolanta, as her story became publicized, she began to receive calls from people who recognized her face from the photos: "I remember your face! You took me out of the Ghetto!"

In an interview earlier this year with ABC News, Mrs. Sendler voiced some of her frustrations about how little anything has changed in the world: "After the Second World War it seemed that humanity understood something, and that nothing like that would happen again," Sendler said. "Humanity has understood nothing. Religious, tribal, national wars continue. The world continues to be in a sea of blood." But she added, "The world can be better, if there's love, tolerance, and humility."


I got this in an email and did a bit of Googling. This article originally appeared in a Jewish Family Weekly. There is no direct link to the article on their site. They did have a service that would email .pdf's of past articles, and there is a page for this article, but the service is discontinued. This article is all over the internet already. So, I'm not sure how Fair Use applies here - I did provide a link to the magazine, but since there is no online record of this article on their site, plus since there are a bunch more sites that have the complete article, I'll gamble and let y'all read the whole thing.

1911 Assembly



I thought this was just too kewl for skewl. But, I'm easily amused.

Monday, March 03, 2008

Holy Crap



Letterman was a repeat tonight. I'd seen most of the show, but I must have been out of the room or staring at the inside of my eyelids when Jack Hanna brought out a Monicle- Cobra.

Hey, I'd have been trying to get away from this snake right there with Letterman. Brrrrrr.

Lunatic Fringe



Red Rider really doesn't qualify as a one hit wonder - they had a couple songs featured on Miami Vice that helped record sales. They never did hit it big here in the States. Tom Cochrane, the lead singer, may be better know for Life Is a Highway anyways. If you are a fan of Cars (the movie), you might remember Rascal Flats' version.

At any rate, I did know who Tom Cochrane is before looking up all this info, but not a lot more. I just think the song sounds cool, and it makes me crank up the radio when I hear it!

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Bah

Well, I'm scheduled for surgery next Tuesday. A carpal tunnel procedure for the left wrist,and a procedure to relieve my ulnar nerve in my left elbow. Don't ask me how my heart surgery affected my wrists and elbow. None of the experts have given me any sort of explanation.

This surgery will take place if I can get shed of a persistent case of possible gastroenteritis. I seem to have the symptoms at any rate. Since last Sunday. I did see my doctor's PA Tuesday for a presurgery consult, but at that time, I didn't know what it was. Sunday breakfast was pancakes with sugar free syrup. I assumed I had used too much of the syrup. It says right on the label "Excessive consumption may cause a laxative effect." No, really? They are never clear on what is considered excessive. There seems to be no gradual effect - eating three pieces of candy might not bother me, but four turns me into a slave to Mr. Toilet. The usual OTC solutions weren't working.

When I started worshiping the porcelain god, and belching up the fumes from hell - well, that sort of gave me a clue it wasn't just "excessive consumption." I've lost over ten pounds. I do not recommend this as a diet. Today life is better. Not as many trips to the can, man. I've even gotten slightly rehydrated. Curiously, I have not run a temperature. I've got to go in for some more blood tests Monday, so I will be at the doctor's office and can postpone the procedure. Somehow, I can't see them thrilled to have me as a candidate for surgery if things haven't improved.

We'll see.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Who are You Gonna Vote For?


Who are you gonna vote for, or even vote in the coming presidential election? I've been doing quite a bit of stewing over this dilemma, considering the quality of the candidates from a conservative point of view. Fred Thompson seemed to be the answer – at least he was close to what “we” as conservatives wanted. Yeah, there were a few discrepancies. He did vote for McCain Feingold, an unpardonable act for us right wingers. Then, he tweaked our hopes by getting in the race too late with too little, blowing supporter's money in the process. If he wasn't sincere, why the hell didn't he stick it out? Maybe he is a candidate for the future, but he did burn a few bridges in this campaign.

No matter. It is shaping up to be McCain vs Obama. Perhaps Shrillery can make a comeback, but that really doesn't improve our choices. While McCain seems to be supporting the war in Iraq, his support of open borders pretty well negates any security advantage we gain in Iraq. He is a supporter of big, expensive government – not the fiscally responsible candidate we yearn for. He has proven he is no supporter of the Constitution. He's already sold out the First Amendment, and while he seems to support the Second, I don't trust him. He is willing to sacrifice our nation's sovereignty with open borders. He does not support universal health care, but I don't really trust him on this, either. His willingness to “reach across the aisle” to some of our most socialistic senators gives me the willies. Probably the only saving grace he has is that he is a Republican – even if he is a RINO. It is possible that fellow Republicans in Congress can hold his feet to the fire on important issues the public is against, but our politicos seem to be “damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.” Like the immigration issue. That seems to be about it in favor of a vote for McCain. Kim DuToit says we shouldn't waste our vote either by staying home or writing in another candidate. He says it can be compared to a strategic retreat – we hole up and pressure our Congressmen for the issues we want to go our way. Giving in to the Democrats with both Houses and the Presidency means far more significant losses. We can only expect incremental improvements, and this holding action may mean incremental losses. Rachel Lucas gives us an analogy comparing living with the possible candidates to dog bites. If McCain wins, it would be like being bitten three times a day, but if Hillary or Obama win, it would be like being bitten seven or eight times a day. We have the choice of the frequency of dog bites, but not the choice of avoiding them altogether. The issue of Supreme Court appointees rears it's head here as well. W was forced to pick “more favorable” candidates by the Republican Congress (re: Harriet Meiers). A Democratic Presidency allied with a Democratic Congress would surely mean a liberal swing in the Court.

Then we have a different point of view from others. Tam and RobertaX feel that we are fools if we vote for McCain, because that only reinforces the apparent contempt for the conservative side of the party. A vote for McCain only insures we will have more of the same in the future. As for shouldering the blame of “wasting” a vote by writing in another candidate Serenity calls BS. She says she is not responsible for how other people vote and she has the right (which she certainly earned – she's ex-military) to vote for who or how she wants to. The people on this side of the issue feel that we won't go down the drain in four years, because the Republicans will be energized and willing to do the “right” thing. Sooner or later, the Republican Party will come around to our way of thinking. If they don't, they'll continue to have their asses handed to them come election time. Besides, the Democratic majority in Congress can't seem to get their act together well enough to bring the legislation we conservatives fear now, even if W may or may not veto it. And, Serenity points out McCain has sold us out already vis-a-vis health care and the border - unbelievable as it may seem, the Secure America and Orderly Immigration Act of 2005 contained a provision giving insurance companies the right to help devise a plan for extending US health care to Mexico. Their hatred of McCain prevents them from voting for him.

Then there is a third view – that we are screwed already. Say Uncle says:

No, not guns (we’re winning that), those other things.
I mean, us small government, individualist, small l libertarian, whatever buzzword you want to use, sorts. It’s true. You see, I want less .gov influence in, well, everything. Your average American is the exact opposite. They want Free Federal Moneytm for pork projects in their district, they want free health care, they want social security, they actually think the $600 rebate they’re getting in a couple months is a good thing, they want the .gov to write a big check and bail out their mortgage company, they want a puppy, they want to suckle at the .gov tit. It’s true. Deal with it. We’re the minority and that is that. Put on your big boy pants and deal with it.

(snip)

And that is the future unless Americans get off their collective ass and do something about it. But they won’t, American Idol is on. You see, a government that can do all of that stuff mentioned way up in the first paragraph is too big. And it will bring more of the nanny state. There are thousands of surveillance cameras and police armed with machine guns that look more like soldiers than Officer Friendly in our big cities. Governments are banning or trying to ban transfat, smoking, restaurants from serving fat people, and anything that is not made out of soft foam rubber. For your safety, of course. Police are routinely raiding the wrong houses, or raiding based on scant evidence (like your power usage for a particular month) and killing innocent people over drugs. Police routinely are caught beating the crap out of someone, and there are never adequate consequences for that. We lost Kelo. Your property is only yours until the .gov says they want it. They can tap your phones, read your email, and have all your financial information. And no one is doing anything about it except a few guys discussing it on the internet.


All true, no doubt.

What are we to do? Do we throw up our hands and give up? Do we yearn and work for a “reset button?” Do we go on and vote for McCain, holding our noses in contempt? Or, do we go to the polls, vote for our choices in the regional elections and give the Republicans the bird?

Hhrrmm. This whole issue reminds me of a Christian and an Atheist arguing about whether God exists or not. It is a matter of faith. Some of the major players in this internet maelstrom are atheists or agnostics, and might blow a gasket if their views are said to be based on faith.

After all, all of these decisions are based on learned discussions, examinations of histories, voting records, clear records of candidates stand on issues and whatever sort of scientific proof one could ask for. “It is the only logical course of action” as Mr. Spock would say.

But no one, no matter the logic, can see the future.

All we have is our hopes that our actions can control the future in a way we find advantageous. If we could see the future and the consequences of our actions, then choosing would be simple. We might just become a people ruled by logic rather than emotions. But then again, that idea would require responsibility for our decisions, rather than completely selfish choices. The electorate as it exists right here and now is concerned with selfish choices.

So, what am I gonna do? Right now, and this could change at any moment – I'm leaning toward getting bitten a few times a day less and considering this a holding or retreat action. I do not have faith that Democratic control over two of the three branches will continue to be ineffective, plus I have faith that they will control the third yet again. I think perhaps Hillary might be the lesser of two evils considering Barack Obama. While both are committed socialists, I have faith that Hillary would support the war “better” than Barack, and her administration would be hamstrung by the Clinton propensity for scandal. Perhaps Obama is an empty cipher that would prove ineffective, but I fear the possibility of his being effective more.

I don't have faith that letting the Donks win will bring the Republicans back to our way of thinking before any major damage is done. I fear the Donks might be in power for far longer than four or eight years. I also fear that many of the Democratic proposals might be met with enthusiasm by McCain, but I have faith that my Congress critters can keep him honest. Actually, I trust Roberts and Moran – Brownback, not so much. He is an open borders critter, flip flops not withstanding. I also trust that here in Red State Central, my vote isn't gonna count for much anyways – McCain will carry Kansas no matter who gets my vote. He might even stop in to campaign in KC or Wichita, and not ignore us completely. Maybe he'll stop in Topeka, just to piss of Kathleen Sebelius (D), Governor. Probably not, since he is a uniter, not a divider.

So, this is the tenuous position I've taken. This offer may expire at any time without notice. Your mileage may vary. You just better watch yourself, McCain, or I'll not vote for you. Yeah, that will show him.

I Got Nuttin


So, suffering from a dearth of inspirational ideas, I'll raid the 'ole email inbox today:

THE LAWS OF LIFE





Law of Mechanical Repair- After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch or you'll have to pee.



Law of the Workshop - Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.



Law of Probability - The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act.



Law of the Telephone - If you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal.



Law of the Alibi - If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.



Variation Law - If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will start to move faster than the one you are in now (works every time)



Law of the Bath - When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone rings.



Law of Close Encounters - The probability of meeting someone you know increases dramatically when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.



Law of the Result - When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will.



Law of Biomechanics - The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.



Law of the Theater
At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle arrive last.



Law of Coffee - As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.



Murphy's Law of Lockers - If there are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent lockers.



Law of Rugs/Carpets - The chances of an open-faced jelly sandwich landing face down on a floor covering are directly correlated to the newness and cost of the carpet/rug.



Law of Location - No matter where you go, there you are.



Law of Logical Argument - Anything is possible if you don't know what you are talking about.



Brown's Law - If the shoe fits, it's ugly.



Oliver's Law - A closed mouth gathers no feet.



Wilson's Law - As soon as you find a product that you really like, they will stop making it. (this one is true every time!)



Doctors' Law - If you don't feel well, make an appointment to go to the doctor, by the time you get there you'll feel better. Don't make an appointment and you'll stay sick.


H/T Nunkle Kim

Monday, February 25, 2008

How to Behave on an Internet Forum


How To Behave On An Internet Forum

Just remember, I'm here to help.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Smilin' Bob Deflated



Enzyte Maker Found Guilty of Fraud

CINCINNATI (AP) — A federal court jury on Friday found the owner of a company that sells "male enhancement" tablets and other herbal supplements guilty of conspiracy to commit mail fraud, bank fraud and money laundering.

{snip}

Television ads for Enzyte feature "Smiling Bob," a goofy, grinning man whose life gets much better after he uses the product, which allegedly boosted his sexual performance.

{snip}

Prosecutors claimed customers were bilked out of $100 million through a series of deceptive ads, manipulated credit card transactions and the company's refusal to accept returns or cancel orders. They said unauthorized credit card charges generated thousands of complaints over unordered products.

{snip}

Prosecutors claimed customers were bilked out of $100 million through a series of deceptive ads, manipulated credit card transactions and the company's refusal to accept returns or cancel orders. They said unauthorized credit card charges generated thousands of complaints over unordered products.


Damn. Just damn. Here I was gonna put in an order, 'cause ya know since it's on TV it's just gotta be true....

H/T Ace of Spades

Friday, February 22, 2008

Star Trek: The Sex Generation

I'm not necessarily a total scifi geek, but I'd suppose I'm nearly a Trekker. No, I don't put on ears and go to a con, but I enjoy watching the shows. This little clip cut from various episodes of STTNG is pretty good.



H/T Ace of Spades

Thursday, February 21, 2008

That Look

That Look

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Scary. Just scary.

In My Head

This song has been in my head the past few days. I don't mind, though.



I knew they were one hit wonders, but a trip though Wikipedia's entry on this band gave up some info I didn't know. This song was originally attributed to Leadbelly, but it turns out to be an adaptation of an old folk song, perhaps as old as an eighteenth century marching cadence about a flintlock rifle. The NAACP and the Congress of Racial Equality didn't care for the lyrics, labeling them as racist. I guess it was ok when Leadbelly sang them. I can remember the stink raised.

At any rate, them boys sure could play that there guitar!

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

The Which 80s Movie Scientist Test


Your Score: Ray Stantz


146 Heart, 161 Genius, 120 Cool, 167 Excitability




Dr. Raymond Stantz - (Dan Aykroyd)

Ghostbusters (1984)



You are Ray Stantz! The heart of the Ghostbusters. You're well-meaning, smart, and you have a childlike sense of wonder about the world. You might get taken advantage of, every once in a while, but it's okay... You're doing your part to help save the world.



"Gozer the Gozerian... good evening. As a duly designated representative of the City, County and State of New York, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension."




Other scientific possibilities:


Gary Wallace



Wyatt Donnelly



Peter Venkman


Jordan Cochran


Egon Spengler


Doc Brown


Newton Crosby


Paul Stephens


Ben Crandall


Wayne Szalinkski


Winston Zeddemore


Ben Jabituya


Lazlo Hollyfeld


Ray Stantz


Buckaroo Banzai


Chris Knight







Link: The Which 80s Movie Scientist Test written by xxyl on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Peersona Test
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Oddly enough, I just watched this the other night. I do know I'm not like Venkmann!

H/T MoK

Sunday, February 17, 2008

One Laid Back Cat

This cat is more than patient!



That hound was lucky it wasn't turned into puppy chow!

Friday, February 15, 2008

My Mother



This time of year is somewhat bittersweet for me. Yesterday, February 14, Valentine's Day, was my Mother's birthday. She would have been 79. She passed away January 30, 2001.

Mother grew up the younger sister of two girls in Oklahoma City in the depression. Her father was a butcher and an alcoholic. He wasn't violent in any way - just a typical depressed Irishman. She graduated from Central State (now OCU) with a teaching degree. Her first job was in Liberal, KS. She found a better job in Cimarron and moved there. That is when she met my father. Mother was always a pretty independent sort - she got tired of waiting for Dad to ask her to marry him, so she got a job in Topeka. Dad chased her there and won her heart.

I arrived a little over a year after their marriage. My sister arrived almost five years later. When Mother thought Sis was old enough - I think she was in first or second grade - she returned to teaching. The farm wasn't producing enough income. Mother showed her independence in several ways - Dad had the idea that Mother should pay for all the household expenses, plus she should turn her check over to him to do what he pleased. There were many bitter arguments about overdraft charges. Mother couldn't feed and clothe us and have play money for Dad. She opened a separate account in her name and started depositing her checks there. Suddenly, the only overdrafts were in Dad's account.

It wasn't like Mother was blowing the money. She took up sewing - making Sis's and her clothes. Egads did I ever get tired of fabric shops when Mother went shopping.She didn't sew for me - she said boy's clothing was harder to sew, and she didn't think she was good enough. Mother had crooked teeth. She made sure Sis and I didn't. Sis's mouth took a fortune to fix - but that was something Mother was adamant about. Yearly eye checks were also part of our care. Usually that meant new glasses every year for us kids. All this might not seem like a big deal now, but it was back then, particularly with no insurance. A lot of my contemporaries didn't have it that good.

It also meant cooking economically - so no instant this or that, no canned junk, no Pop Tarts or Tang. We got orange juice in the frozen cans. Occasionally, we'd get breakfast rolls. She'd try to hide them from Dad - he'd eat all of them and us kids wouldn't get any. We popped our popcorn in oil - no expensive Jiffy Pop for us. I am not complaining at all - we got superior food at the expense of convenience for her and helping relieve her budget.

She was a good teacher as well. She taught kindergarten at a neighboring town for many years, and she is still remembered in high regard to this day. Sis and I were the beneficiaries of Mother's education. She passed on a love for reading and learning. She had us listen to classical music and some of her favorite musicals. We did get a bit of culture out on the windswept prairie.

I think she put up with Dad until she thought I was old enough to get out on my own. I had just graduated high school. She'd tried for years to get Dad to go to counseling with her, but he wouldn't have any part of it. It didn't bother him to be threatening, either. So, when she had him served with papers, one set was restraining orders. Now Dad wanted to go counseling. He learned rather quickly that the rights he thought he was due as a husband was a pipe dream. Mother was just tired of fighting. The divorce settlement was just enough cash for Mother to get moved and set up in Oklahoma City. She didn't want half the farm. Dad complained bitterly about the cash settlement one too many times to me - I reminded him that she could have made him sell out and give her half. He didn't bother me about that issue after that.

So, yeah, I blame Dad for the failure of the marriage. There is a lot I'm not mentioning. He never was physical - his was more of a mental abuse. He sure threatened on the physical side but he never followed through. In his defense, he never screwed around on Mother, nor was he a drinker. His crimes were being selfish and thoughtless. I can guarantee Mother spanked me more than Dad ever even considered.

And not that Mother was perfect. She took Sis with her to Oklahoma City and pretty well turned her against him. Sis was Dad's favorite - she'd whine for a toy around Dad and generally always get it. Me - not so much. He really tried to connect with Sis, but they didn't allow it. He had no clue, either. He bought her a guitar thinking in his dreams she would play for him, but he neglected to consider what she wanted. It ended up in a pawn shop somewhere. In his world, kids were supposed to like what he wanted them to.

But, my Dad is a post or fifteen for some other time. This is about my Mother. She taught in the OKC school system until she retired. Her idea of retirement was to sit at home, reading and watching her favorite movies. And eating. And eating more.

She would not get out and walk or do anything physical at all. Sis couldn't handle her. Sis would ask me to berate Mother when I'd visit. "Oh, I'm exercising more every day and I'm cutting back on eating fattening foods" she told me one day. When I pointed out she was lying to me, she started to get pissed until I pointed out she was stuffing her mouth with Christmas candy. It didn't matter, she was bound and determined to do it her way.

It turned out she had arthritis, particularly in her knees. Her patellas were basically gone. She had knee replacement surgery. It also turned out she was suffering from a mild case of senile dementia. Apparently, the condition can be accelerated by anesthesia. It was the beginning of the end for Mother. She came home from the hospital, but she fell and called 911 to get her up too many times. Sis couldn't be there 24-7 - she had a job. It was the nursing home for Mother.

It became a full time job for Sis to look after Mother and keep after the home to care for her properly. Sis's job is nursing home administration, so she knows a thing or two about what constitutes proper care and who's butt to chew if the care is substandard. Which I think it is by default - I've sure never seen one I'd want to stay in. Mother began to drift - maybe she was "there" when you spoke to her, maybe not. She had a flash of her old self one day - she was in a wheelchair out in a common area, and I was talking to her there. I seemed to be getting nowhere, and I said something like "I hope you don't mind my being here and talking to you." She responded rather tartly "Of course not!"

She also started throwing up everything she was fed. Sis said Mother had heard some of the staff making fun of her about her weight, and she was all of a sudden self conscious about it. At any rate, she wasn't eating or holding it down, and she was losing weight. Sis was going nuts - if there was just one more thing she could try, she'd save Mother. Mother was trying to die, period. She just wanted to go out a bit thinner.

Mother was getting more sickly - I'd made several quick trips to OKC thinking I might not make it in time. One evening after I'd been in town a day or so, the Hospice volunteer, Sis and I discussed Mother's future, which wasn't great. The next morning, Mother was gone. She slipped away, not bothering anyone. Typical. She didn't want to bother anyone. She didn't want to die in front of her kids, so she didn't.

I stayed with Mother until the funeral attendant arrived. I had to help him put Mother in his big zippered bag and move her to his stretcher. It was the least I could do for the woman who raised me and gave me a good head start on life. She gave us all she could - we were her entire existence.

I miss my mama.

Northern Illinois University Massacre

It is a national tragedy. But, as long as people in schools cannot defend themselves, we can expect more to occur. "Guns are too easy to get. If we make it harder, then this will stop." Illinois requires a FOID card to purchase any firearm or ammunition. Major portions of the states have banned guns outright. Get back to me on how well that is working.

We disarm students and instructors, so naturally, criminals find them alluring as prey. The day we change our backward, idiotic, hysterical laws to allow people on school campuses to arm themselves, campus gun crime will plummet. Criminals don't shoot up gun shows, gun shops, police stations, or military bases. That's because those places are where you are most likely to encounter armed resistance. Criminals shoot up schools because they are one hundred percent certain they won't be stopped until they've had their fun.


And after comparing our gun free solutions to the Israeli approach:


The Israeli children are alive. A whole bunch of ours are dead. We ban guns on campuses. The Israelis do not. Our bans cause massacres. That's all there is to it.


Go and read the rest. Steve H. knocks another one out of the park.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Valentine's Day






More NSFW here

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Another Update

Well, it's been a while since I updated my health situation. Mostly I've been waiting for the twelfth for my appointment with the local neurologist. So, I finally see him and he did his analysis of my neural pathways. It seems I have a major loss of neural signal in my left elbow and wrist, and in my right wrist. His immediate recommendation was surgery for all three sites. He kicked me back to my primary physician - who also happens to be a general surgeon. I was fortunate to get to see him today.

Apparently, the problem with the wrists is carpal tunnel, with the usual surgery associated with that condition. The solution to the elbow will be to move the nerve from "under" the elbow further up the arm. My doctor has done that procedure, and does carpal tunnel, but he felt like the elbow should be done by someone who does it frequently.

So, I've got an appointment the twenty fifth of this month to see that surgeon. Nothing sooner was available. The sheer amount of time this is taking is getting to be depressing. I'm for thinking my mission will be to convince his receptionist to give me a canceled slot sometime between now and then, and try to pick up the pace a bit.

If I had a bit more strength and endurance in my left arm I could be driving, but just herding the ol' pickup around for a couple hours really takes a toll. I've got to have some arm strength to steer while the right arm runs the shifter on the big truck. I don't have ten or eleven hours in that arm right now. My buddy the chiropractor says I wouldn't get much from rehab because I need more nerve control to move those weak muscles, or I'd have really been pushing the rehab angle.

Money probably won't be an issue - there are enough income resources to keep me going for a while. I just will be tapped out at the end of this deal. I just have to keep perspective - this existence beats the hell out of the alternative! I'm just not ready for my dirt nap!

Another one of my buddies (Hoss) has been out of work longer than I have. He had a four hundred barrel steel tank set on both his feet, severely breaking one. He had pins installed, and when they were removed, he had to have a skin graft because there was a big hole left. Plus, when he fell down when the tank set on him, he injured his shoulder. Tomorrow he has surgery to repair his rotator cuff. So, he's gonna be out for some time yet.

We were talking about all this the other day, and we decided that winter was a good time for this to happen. Neither of us have been snowed in at a motel or a truck stop for several days waiting for the roads to clear, nor have we had to chain up or fight driving through a blizzard. We've been at home warm and comfy while our compadres have been out fighting that crap. And this winter has been worse than winters past. Colorado used to care less about oversize loads moving in winter - most of the state laws around the nation require us to be parked in inclement weather. This year, Colorado has swung to the other extreme. If the roads had the slightest amount of snow cover, our guys (along with all the other oversize haulers) were parked waiting for snow to melt. Since a major part of our market either is in Colorado, or we have to drive through to get to northeastern Utah (another oil hotspot) this policy shift has severely affected us.

So, even though I'd have preferred a different outcome, there are good sides to all of this. I just have to remind myself occasionally.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Cannon Challenge Game




This game rocks - "Take charge of your own Non-Line-Of-Site (NLOS) cannon, the revolutionary gun that represents the future of U.S. Field Artillery. Use the simulated elevation and velocity controls to destroy enemy targets with indirect fire."

You get fifteen shots for each stage. Any leftover rounds are bonus points, when you use up your fifteen, the game is over. The screenshot shows the results of my very first game. I should keep notes so followup shots in the same range would be easier than continually ranging fire. It is pretty cool - give it a try!

Sunday, February 10, 2008

How the Lord of the Rings Should Have Ended

Well, as you all know, I'm at home watching movies. Turner Classic Movies had a showing of Return of the King tonight. Naturally I had to watch it, even though I've seen it three hundred twelve times already. I was introduced to the books in my freshman year at college. Both my roommate (still on of my best friends) and I devoured the books - even skipping some classes to reach the end. Both of us were, and still are, sci-fi and fantasy geeks. I don't read much new stuff anymore, but I'll reread some favorites from time to time.

At any rate, the movies were anticipated and enjoyed by most of the fans of Tolkien's work - ya can't please everyone. Even so, there has been a rather large plot hole in both the novels and the movies. We winkled it out ourselves way back when, but still managed to suspend disbelief because we enjoyed the ride so much. However, after seeing this little video, I have to laugh every time I see one of the movies. If you haven't figured it out by now what the plot hole is, and wish to remain ignorant and enjoy the books and movies without irony, I strongly recommend not watching the video. However, if you are like me, you'll watch it.



"That was incredibly easy" indeed!

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Junky Gets His Fix



I've been suffering from withdrawal for a couple of months now. The NFL just hasn't had the punch necessary for my habit - and the NHL and NBA- are you kidding me? I'm sorry, I know there are many among you that find those acronyms the holy grail of sports, but the three letter bunch are just watching paint dry to me.

Well, tonight was pretty special. The Budweiser Shootout was broadcast. It's not a points race - it's just run for money and pride. Teams bring cars realizing they might not bring them home. The racing gets pretty rough, and at Daytona, that rough racing eats cars like candy. Last season was painful for Dale Earnhardt Jr. fans (me included). Bad luck, inferior engines, and problems with the boss - his stepmother Theresa - left Junior out of the Chase. It was readily apparent Junior wanted to have more control over his destiny - when he was unable to gain any control at Dale Earnhardt Inc., he left for the beckoning greener pastures of the phenomenally successful Hendrick Motorsports stable. Junior's goal was simply to put himself in a position to win races, something that circumstances denied him working for his stepmother. People, including said stepmother, questioned Junior's commitment to the job at hand. True, he had issues when he was younger, but he has in many people's eyes shown considerable dedication to the sport in recent years.

So, big changes were in the wind. Junior wanted to keep the number eight - the number his grandfather used to use, and Junior made so famous. Not only did Theresa resist Junior's attempts to take control of DEI, she also refused his usage of the number. So, Rick Hendrick dealt for the 88 from Yates Racing. Budweiser wanted to go along, but Hendrick couldn't use them. So, new sponsors for Junior were in order. Amp energy drinks and the National Guard signed on.

I'm gonna channel my dad for a minute - "It's time for Junior to piss or get off the pot." There are no excuses left - he must perform.

So, in his inaugural appearance for Rick Hendrick, Junior wins the race. Much celebration in the Junior Nation ensues. He couldn't have done it without help - restrictor plate racing insures that. Tony Stewart helped Junior when it suited him, and ended up racing for the win. Jimmy Johnson - one of Junior's teammates - helped push Junior for the win. But it was also true that Junior had a good car, and he drove it very well. There is a reason he is considered a master at restrictor plate racing, after all. Jimmy and Jeff Gordon didn't get up to the front until late in the race, mostly because they were driving replacement cars. Their primary cars were destroyed in the second practice session yesterday.

Yes, the soap opera that is Nascar is back. Tony Stewart tried to pass Kurt Busch on the outside in the practice session, and something went awry. He ended up taking Kurt out, and the resulting melee collected several cars, including JG and JJ. Then, on the way back to the garage, Kurt slammed into Tony's car to show his displeasure. They ended up blocking each other for a while trying to get through the pit opening to the garage. Rumor has it that when summoned to the Nascar trailer, a punch was thrown by the driver dressed in orange, connecting to the driver in blue. There will be penalties issued by Tuesday, and the two drivers were warned to behave themselves tonight. They have had their issues with each other in the past as well. Neither are strangers to the concept of probation.

Channeling my father again: "I'm happier than a pig in s**t!" There is a lot of practice coverage, the Twin 150's, qualifying and finally culminating in the running of the 50th Anniversary Daytona 500. And that is just the start of the season. Junior is lookin' good, there is gonna be fightin', cussin', rubbin' and racin' to watch. Yee Haw!

Redecorating Idea



Fire Power Bullet Knobs and Cabinet Pull Knobs
. Were I redecorating and had the money, I'd so be all over this.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Gender-Bending Barnacles Grow Huge Penises in Rough Waters



Barnacles can radically change the size and shape of their penises to fight the waves and have sex.

Here is the challenge for the tiny hard bodies: Barnacles want to mate but are permanently bound to whatever rock or hull they once latched onto.

Given that, they have evolved the longest penises of any creature for their size — up to eight times their body length — to seek out and have sex with their neighbors. (Most barnacles are hermaphrodites that alternate between male and female sexes over time.)

But large penises can be a problem, what with waves crashing down on the surfaces where these crustaceans often dwell.

A too-long penis could flop around uselessly in such turbulence, drastically cutting down a barnacle's chances for procreation.


Rest of article here.

Ain't science great? Heh.

H/T SondraK

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

The Last Picture Show

It seems everyone who blogs dips into their day, whether at work or home, for inspiration. Since I've been housebound for quite some time now, the things that stand out are kinda few and far between. It snowed last night and this afternoon, so going outside to play (shoot .22s) is right out.

After I got out of the hospital, I popped for the DirecTV upgrade to HDTV. I noticed HDNet wasn't included in my HD package, so I went ahead and ordered it later. Today I got my money's worth.

The Last Picture Show played on one of the HDNet channels today. Hadn't seen it in years. It was from the book of the same name by Larry McMurtry, who you might remember as the author of several Westerns, notably Lonesome Dove (which I'm rereading right now). Peter Bogdanovitch directed Cybill Shepherd's film debut, with plenty of high quality actors - Timothy Bottoms, Jeff Bridges, Ellen Burstyn, Eileen Brennan and Randy Quaid all performed well. Ben Johnson (one of my favorite character actors) originally turned his role down because he didn't care for the language in the script. John Ford finally talked him into the role if the character Sam the Lion didn't have to curse. Ben won one of the two Oscars this picture was awarded.

Cloris Leachman won the other Oscar (Best Supporting Actress) mostly on the strength of the last scene. For those of you who haven't seen the movie, or it's been a few years, she portrayed Ruth Popper the coach's wife. She and Sonny Crawford (Timothy Bottoms) had an affair, and Sonny pretty well screwed her over, dumping her for his shot at Jacy (Shepherd). Sonny had just come from the street where his childhood friend, the simple minded Billy (Sam Bottoms) had been killed by a passing car. He'd been out sweeping the street - sweeping being one activity he was good at. The men standing around his body gossiping about the poor kid got to Sonny, and he found himself at Ruth's house.



Quoting IMDB:

Cloris Leachman's last scene in the movie was printed on the first take without any previous rehearsals. She wanted to rehearse the scene but director Peter Bogdanovich thought it would ruin the scene if it was rehearsed. Ultimately his sense of direction paid off, as Leachman won the Academy Award for her performance.


Timothy Bottoms' performance isn't anything to sneeze at here - his raw need is evident. But the range of emotions both subtle and dramatic that Cloris displayed is simply powerful. The Academy did this one right. Ellen Burstyn was also nominated for this picture and category, but I'm for thinking Cloris blew her away.

Bucket List



Of course, The Bucket List is going to lend itself to blog memes - shoulda seen this one coming! I wuz tagged by One Cowgirl.

I'm not sure how many items constitute a complete list, but here goes:

1. New Corvette, nationwide driving tour for as long as it takes until I get bored. This means Washington DC and the Smithsonian plus the historical sites, Nascar races across the country (Bristol #1 fer dern sure), Philadelphia (working on national history here) and other colonial goodies, then head west. Maybe NYC as well, but probably Bowling Green KY (I am in a Vette, after all), Atlanta and other points south. Visit all the relatives and friends that still claim me on way. Who knows what might attract me. I could stop in Denton TX at the Peterbilt plant, for instance. Devil's Tower and Mount Rushmore are in the same neck of the woods. I think y'all get the idea - just keep going until I run out of land to drive on. Of course sampling the local cuisine would be included.

2. Drive a Duesenberg. SJ (supercharged) model preferred. I can't imagine owning one - several years ago the basic J Murphy bodied ones started at a cool half million. Maybe I can be friends with Jay Leno and he'll let me ride in one.

3. Drive a Ferrari F40 or F50. An Enzo would work just fine as well.

4. It wouldn't hurt to go to a driving school or three - like The Richard Petty Driving Experience, plus some road racing action.

5. Get involved in local racing - stockers or whatever. Own and drive. Just for fun.

You may notice a common theme here... There is a distinct lack of things like jumping off tall structures with a rubber band tied to me, or jumping out of a perfectly good airplane. I might consider foreign travel - but only after the domestic scene itch was scratched.

Mmmkay, so who to tag? Who will get a kick out of this?


Mo_K


Morning Glory

Mrs. Grim

RT

If I didn't list ya, feel free to play along anyways!

Valentine's Day Pickup Lines


Well, we all know Valentine's Day is nearly upon us. As a public service I offer these pickup lines for the date challenged among us (me, too, but if ya think I'll use these, yer off yer rocker).

1) Did you fart? Cuz you just blew me away.





2) Are yer parents retarded? Cuz ya sure are special.





3) My love fer you is like diarrhea, I can't hold it in.





4) Do you have a library card? Cuz I'd like to check you out.





5) Is there a mirror in yer pants? Cuz I can see myself in em.





6) You might not be the best lookin' girl here, but beauty's only a light switch away.





7) Fat Penguin.... Sorry. I just wanted to say somethin' that would break the ice.





8) I know I'm not no Fred Flinstone, but I bet I can make yer bed-rock.





9) I can't find my puppy, can you help me find him? I think he went into this cheap motel room.





10) Yer eyes are as blue as window cleaner.





11) If yer gunna regret this in the mornin, we kin sleep til afternoon.





And .. The best fer last!!





12) Yer face reminds me of a wrench, every time I think of it my nuts tighten up!


H/T Larry S

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Bill would make it illegal to feed the obese

Article here

Three legislators want to make it illegal for restaurants to serve obese customers in Mississippi.

House Bill No. 282, which was introduced this month, says: Any food establishment to which this section applies shall not be allowed to serve food to any person who is obese, based on criteria prescribed by the State Department of Health after consultation with the Mississippi Council on Obesity Prevention and Management established under Section 41-101-1 or its successor. The State Department of Health shall prepare written materials that describe and explain the criteria for determining whether a person is obese, and shall provide those materials to all food establishments to which this section applies. A food establishment shall be entitled to rely on the criteria for obesity in those written materials when determining whether or not it is allowed to serve food to any person.

The proposal would allow health inspectors to yank the permit from any restaurant that "repeatedly" feeds extremely overweight customers.

The bill, written by GOP Rep. W. T. Mayhall Jr., was referred to the Judiciary and Public Health committees, but The Jackson Free Press doesn't expect it to garner much support in the statehouse.

About two-third of Mississippians are considered overweight or obese, according to a recent analysis of federal health data.


This means that restaurants cannot serve overweight customers at all. Since I'm obese, I do have a dog in this fight. So what the hell - I have to starve myself before I'd get served in MS? Fat people get hungry too. Yeah, this beautimous bit of legislation is unlikely to pass, but it sure looks like socialism is alive and well to me.

In Germany, they came first for the Communists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist;

And then they came for the trade unionists, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;

And then they came for the Jews, And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;

And then . . . they came for me . . . And by that time there was no one left to speak up."

Martin Niemöller

Friday, February 01, 2008

Sexual Harassment in the Workplace

Because I'm all about keeping high standards of correctness and consideration for my fellow workers - just another service here at The Poor Farm.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Commack restaurant's pricing policy draws fire



The way Amy Kaplan sees it, a Commack sushi restaurant's pricing policy for children has reached a new low.

Kaplan, of Dix Hills, said Sushi Park on Jericho Turnpike wanted to charge her daughter, Nikki, 11, full price when the family went out for dinner on Jan. 18.

But it wasn't Nikki's age that made her ineligible for a half-price children's meal. It was her height.

Sushi Park measures children to determine the price of their meals. Children are told to stand next to a giraffe poster with a ruler when they enter.

Height-based pricing appears to be relatively rare on Long Island. Though the manager of a Huntington buffet said the policy is common in Manhattan, state consumer officials and a restaurant industry spokesman contacted by Newsday said they had never heard of the practice.

Children more than 4 1/2-feet tall pay full price at Sushi Park. Kids 3 1/2 feet to 4 1/2 feet pay half price. Children under 3 1/2 feet eat free. The weekday full price dinner is $19.95, according to the restaurant.

Nikki Kaplan stands 4-foot-8, her mother said.

"We didn't stay," Amy Kaplan said. "I became indignant and asked to see the manager. ... I asked, 'Do you really feel that if my daughter is tall that she's going to eat more?'"

The manager referred Kaplan to a woman he identified as the owner, who did not speak English, Kaplan said. Repeated attempts to reach Sushi Park's owner were unsuccessful.

Kaplan's complaint, first reported Saturday on newsday.com, drew the attention of the "Dr. Phil" show. Kaplan said she wasn't sure whether she would consent to being on the show.

One restaurant that uses height in pricing children's meals, East Buffet and Restaurant in Huntington, adopted the practice two years ago after charging half price for children between 3 and 10 years old, said manager Kevin Kong. Pricing by age "just makes things a little difficult for my employees to determine who should be charged as a child and who should be charged as an adult," Kong said.

He said some customers are less than candid about their children's ages: "Sometimes," Kong said, "the child is like 6 feet tall and they say he's 10 years old." He added, "I'm not saying they're lying."

Kong said the height policy is "flexible" if customers complain. "If they say it's a child, OK, it's a child," he said.

Many restaurant managers said they'd never heard of the practice and it would be bad for business.

Amy Kaplan said the state Division of Human Rights told her state law does not prohibit pricing based on height but she is asking state legislators to change the law.

Nikki "eats like a bird," Amy Kaplan said. "She doesn't even like sushi."


This kinda crap frosts my nads. A business has the right to refuse service to kids if they want to. Obviously, the word of honor required by customers when an age requirement was used didn't satisfy the management. A bigger kid is gonna eat more.

What if I want to retire early? So what if I'm too young - that shouldn't hinder me from realizing the lifestyle I could become accustomed to with some sweet Social Security bucks rolling in. Makes as much sense.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Ear Worm

This one has been in my head for a couple days.



Black Oak Arkansas actually had some pretty decent music other than this irritating little ditty.

News Alert

As a service to my readers, here is an important news alert:



You'll thank me, yes you will.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Just a FYI

46%

Friday, January 25, 2008

Wanna Get Married?

Hey, guys - do ya want to get married for the sole purpose of having sex? This site has the answer! From their FAQ page:

If you're anything like us, you're controlling. With Conjugal Harmony, we take out the guess work. You don't have to hire a private detective to know where your spouse is, who they're hanging out with, or ever wonder if you're being cheated on. By marrying a convict inside the prison system you can rest easy knowing that the state is looking out for you, and that you will be free of the nagging, shopping trips and extra-marital oversight so stifling to your relationship.


One of the babes:



Name: Brass1s

Age: 28

State: California

Convictions:
Driving under the influence, reckless endangerment, parafanalia possession, and drug possession a couple times. Manslaughter a couple times too and one they said was murder.

Favorite hobbies in prison: Hot dog night is pretty much all I have to look forward to anymore. I also made a special waist band device for the purpose of intimacy that uses a hot dog and it works pretty good. I have t hide it though cuz they don't let that.

Why I deserve another chance: I don't but maybe you could gimme a reason to.


I'm tellin' ya, I can't get signed up fast enough!

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Get Offa My Lawn



We have a new political party! The "Get Offa My Lawn" party! This is only a trial logo - Dustbury and McGehee are working on it. Bloggers will be able to display the logo on our sidebars by posting to this thread. I'm gonna join!

Happy Birthday



Today is John Browning's birthday - or perhaps it was two days ago. No matter. He was perhaps the most prolific and ingenious weapons designer the world has seen.

Most of the other famous designers gained their notoriety from a single design. Eugene Stoner is revered for the AR15/M16 family of rifles. Mikhail Kalashnikov is famous for his AK47. The only other designer responsible for multiple successes would be Dieudonne Saive, who is credited with finishing the GP35 (Browning High Power) after Browning's death, plus the FN Model 1949 and the FN FAL - the "right arm of the free world." Not a small achievement.

However excellent the designs these men were responsible, they cannot hold a candle to Browning's catalog. He used radically different principles in different designs, and made them "simple." For instance, let's look at the Browning breakdown .22 rifle that JMB is holding in the picture above. I own one of these, and am familiar with tearing one down. The firing mechanism is operated by blowback from the ignition of the .22 round. As a firing block is moved rearward, the spent round is extracted and ejected, plus the sprung firing pin is locked back, ready to strike the next round. This round is picked up from the bottom and placed in the chamber as the spring loaded block moves forward. Rounds are loaded in the side of the buttstock and are directed to below the firing block. Simple and elegant.

Compare this to the Browning Auto 5 shotgun, which I also possess. The barrel and bolt move rearward at the start of the blowback from recoil, and friction rings set the proper force to restrict the whole operation. It was the first successful semi-auto shotgun, and is still revered as an effective hunting and sporting gun to this day. I've found that the humpbacked receiver helps me get on target - I've got a big head, and proper cheek welds often find the line of sight on other shotguns to be above where it should be in a perfect world. The extra height of the Auto 5 makes quite a difference for me.

Another iconic design is the 1894 Winchester. I've got a 30-30 carbine with a large loop, a John Wayne preference. The bolt is held in place by a retractable lock, and the bolt and lock are actuated by a toggle mechanism actuated by the lever. This is a great improvement on the first successful lever action rifle - the Winchester 1866. The bolt in this rifle was held in place by leverage from the toggle action alone. The improved '94 allowed for far stronger calibers.

Now let's look at probably his most famous design - the M1911, aka the Colt 45. This semi auto pistol is probably what most people think of when someone mentions auto pistols. Browning's design included a "slide," which contained the barrel, firing pin, extractor, ejector and sights. JMB had other slide designs before the 1911, but they weren't as commercially successful. Keep in mind that other semi-auto designs used complicated and therefore expensive and less reliable toggle linkaqe such as the Borchardt C93 and it's "successor" the P08 Luger, which I have a copy of as well - y'all probably figured out I've got a 1911 or two laying around.

The 1911 reloads under recoil - the barrel and slide come back together for a short time, then the barrel tips downward and stops, while the slide continues rearward, extracting the spent round, cocking the hammer, and stripping a fresh round from the magazine and locking it into place with matching locking rings machined into the barrel and slide - it all "sets in" as the barrel it tipped back in line with the slide. Nearly all consequent pistol designs use some variant of this one.

These examples are hardly the only successes Browning had - most of the crew fed machine guns of WWI and WWII were his - the Ma Duece (M2) is still being issued.

Most of our industrial heroes generally provided our society with incremental improvements - Henry Ford is credited for introducing assembly line methods to automotive production. He neither invented the automobile nor the assembly line, but his genius was the first marriage of the two. As I've mentioned, other famous weapons designers were responsible for one weapon - which are generally improvements on previous work. John Moses Browning was a brilliant engineer, period.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

NUDAR: GPS For Boobies



When we're driving cross country, navigating the backroads of America with our trusty GPS unit, we always think, "boy, I wish this thing had fewer gas stations and more titty bars." Hurrah for NUDAR, the site that hopes to catalogue every single nude, topless, pastie, bikini bar, nude beach and nudist resort in the continental US. You can contribute by sending in the location of nude places so people can download the "Points of Interest" to their GPS devices for use on the road. I'll show you point of interest, baby. [Nudar (NSFW) via Fleshbot]


I guess I'd better get a GPS system now that there is a good reason to use one!

Ripped off completely from Gizmodo.

Work Clothes

Mmmmkayy - this little commercial is an import without being restricted by the decency standards of our own television industry. So consider yourself warned about the content - plus it happens to be hilarious.



H/T Blowing Smoke through Ace of Spades

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Turner Classic Movies

Sometimes, the programmers at TCM hit one out of the park. Tonite is one of those times. First up was Casablanca. The epidimy of "classic" movies. Bogie, Ingrid Bergman and a great script in an exotic location. Popular when released, it has stood the test of time.

Next up is From Here to Eternity. Oh, man - Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in one of the most famous love scenes ever. Frank Sinatra didn't sing. Montgomery Clift as a boxer, and Donna Reed as a hooker. Talk about casting against type! Ernest Borgnine as a bully - well, he sure played that sort of character well!

If I stay awake Notorious is next. A Hitchcock classic with Carey Grant and Ingrid Bergman. I haven't seen this one in years - I might just have to stay up!

It's been a while since I updated my health situation. If it weren't for the loss of use of my left hand, I'd bet I'd be going back to work in a couple weeks. I get around ok, but tire easily yet. More exercise will take care of that.

I'm seeing one of my best friends - The Young Doctor. He is a chiropractor, and he thinks he can help me regain some use in my left arm. I see a nerve specialist, but not until next month. So, it's been major goofing off for me. More than a bit boring fer sure, but these things do take time.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Make Mine Freedom



H/T Jed and Kevin.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Can't Blame the Guy

Cops: Dad Sodomized Teen Stepson to Avenge Rape of Daughter



FORT WORTH, Texas — A father sodomized his 18-year-old stepson to avenge the teenager's alleged rape of the man's 8-year-old daughter, police said.

The father, 32, turned himself into to authorities on Friday and was released from jail Saturday after posting a $17,500 bond. He faces a charge of aggravated sexual assault.

The stepson was arrested Jan. 2 and charged with suspicion of aggravated sexual assault. Police say the father caught him assaulting his daughter, and a subsequent examination at a hospital revealed the girl had been sodomized.

Sgt. Cheryl Johnson, supervisor of the Fort Worth sex crimes unit, said in a story posted Saturday on the Fort Worth Star-Telegram's Web site that people need to "allow the criminal justice system to work for them."

"This is a very unique case, but we have a criminal justice system in place, and no one can take the law into their own hands," Johnson said.

The Star-Telegram didn't identify the father or the stepson to protect the identity of the girl. Fort Worth police didn't immediately return phone and e-mail messages from The Associated Press.

When the stepson was arrested, the man warned his wife not to get the teenager out of jail. She posted bond for the teen's release. When he called home Jan. 3 after getting released, the father took the call and picked him up, police said.

Instead of taking the teenager home, the Arlington man drove to an abandoned house in Fort Worth, beat his stepson with a baseball bat and sodomized him with a metal tool, police said.

After the man left, the stepson found a pay phone and called police, who searched the abandoned home.

"We did find evidence at the scene to corroborate our victim's story," Johnson said.


In this (or just about any case)instance, being a vigilante probably wasn't such a great idea. But, I can just imagine the "conversation" going something like this: "Yeah, how do you think THIS feels? How do ya like it when it's done to YOU?"

From Fox News

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Troopers Warn Slow Drivers About Left Lane Violations

It's about freaking time! Left lane hogs - members of the AntiDestination League have probably done as much to raise my blood pressure as about any other transgressors out there.

read more | digg story

Hrmm - when I found this story there didn't seem to be any way to embed the video, so I thought I'd try Digg just to see what would happen. No embedded video - ya have to click on the "read more" link to get to the video. Oh well, were I feeling geeky, I'm sure there would be a way to save the video and upload it, but I just don't feel like messing with it.

Chairman Bill


Video: Bill Gates Last Day CES Clip

Bill's last full day at Microsoft - and his quest to find something to fill his time.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Just Damn

One of the benefits of this int3rweb thingy is that ya do meet some extraordinary people. Maybe, if we're lucky, we even get to meet our internet compadres. I've never met Chris Byrne from The Anarchangel, but he has become a trusted friend over the years. I've known him for about four years. Any time I've needed advice or just a friend - he's always been there for me. Some of you know how much of a 'puter geek I am - Chris is who I go to for help. He has given me stalwart support during my little ordeal as well.

Well, he and his wife Melody - who I'd love to meet as well (she's a sweetheart and a great match for Chris) are having legal troubles involving the children she brought in from her previous relationship. Mel, as she likes to be called, writes about it here.

It is times like this I wish I had been born with a silver spoon - I'd dearly love to help them financially. However, I cannot and Chris has informed me he'd refuse financial help from me at this time (did I say he is a good friend with principles?). However, I can pray for them, and ask all you to do the same. Go read Mel's post, and leave a comment in support, if nothing else.

Dammit, I wish there was more I could do.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Priorities

Driver found unbuckled in crash, but beer 12-pack safely belted in

Investigators were trying Monday to determine if a suspected drunken driver involved in a solo crash into a tree Sunday night failed to buckle his own seat belt even though the 12-pack he was carrying on the passenger seat was safely belted in.

Witnesses told Citrus Heights police that they saw the man driving north on Van Maren Lane in excess of 60 mph before he lost control of his car and slammed into a tree near Garden Gate Drive.

The driver suffered serious head and body injuries and he was rushed to a local hospital.

He was found still in the driver's seat, unrestrained, next to the 12-pack of beer secured by a seatbelt, according to a police summary.

A police traffic investigator is reviewing the incident.


Heh. The brand of beer was not mentioned. I'd hope he was sacrificing all for something better than Old Frothinslosh.