Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Warrior Song

"The Warrior Song" is a chesty piece of music which reminds me of the cadences we used to sing when I was going through Basic Training, lo these many decades ago.

Cocky, arrogant, proud -- it glorifies those who fight war, and as such, it will not appeal a lot of folks.

Probably including most of Congress these days.


I think it's fantastic.

It is dedicated to every member of the United States Armed Forces, past and present

If you like it, you can buy a copy from iTunes at 99 cents a pop - and any profits derived from such sales will go directly to the Armed Forces Relief Trust.

If you are currently on active duty with the US Armed Forces, send them an e-mail and they'll send you a free copy.

Even if you don't like the music, the money goes to a truly worthy cause.


Sunday, October 25, 2009

See. This. Movie.


Chris and I went to see this movie, laughed ourselves silly, then took Reno and Tole to see it.

There is some gore -- it is, after all, a zombie movie -- but less than some others I've seen recently, and there's quite a bit of cussing and swearing, but other than a brief shot of a set of pasties, there's no nudity.

There are, however, guns galore, including some brief scenes of what I think might be an HK MP7; and you will gain a whole new appreciation for the fine art of the double-tap.



Sunday, October 18, 2009

My last two weeks at work in one picture:

funny pictures of cats with captions

Sometimes I get to be the cat, but more often these days I seem to wind up as the guy in the box.


I wonder if Coeur d'Alene is hiring?


Tab 'A' goes bloody where?!

Dad inherited in full measure the Scottish instinct for engineering combined with the Mohawk flair for construction. An admirer of his once remarked that you could "Put Jim on a desert island with three monkeys and a hammer; come back in six months, and he'd have two ships in the water and a variant model on the production line."

He never came across something he couldn't build (or tear down). And what was happily referred to as "Ethnic Engineering" was a particular specialty of my father's -- I have fond memories of a white-faced MIT School of Engineering graduate having to sit down abruptly after coming face-to-face with what Dad had done to an oil-derrick with gaffer-tape, baling wire, and thirty feet of bamboo.

Anyhoo, any child of my father ought to be able to suss out a Made-In-China shelf kit in less than an hour.



Friday, October 09, 2009

Barack Hussein Obama was sworn into the office of the President of the United States on January 20th of this year.

The Nobel Committee ceased taking nominations on February 1st. Same year.

Now, check my math, but I believe that is about eleven (11) days -- more or less.

Prior to being President, Barack Obama had a fairly normal run as a Federal Senator -- some more lustrous, some less so -- and before that he was a State Senator and a "community organizor".

*blink, blink*

Eleven days.


Tuesday, October 06, 2009


I was stunned today to discover that my good friend Peter, from Bayou Renaissance Man, went and had hisself a bit of a cardiac rodeo.

The good news is that -- apparently -- the incipient infarction was caught fast enough that no heart muscle died.

The bad news is that he's about to become Good Friends with Mr. Triple Bypass -- first thing tomorrow morning, apparently.

Folks, if you could take a brief moment out of your day to send good thought to a good man, I'd surely appreciate it.


Monday, October 05, 2009

Heroes are where you find them

Peter over at Bayou Renaissance Man remembers a friend.