Web Log   May29th through June 11th, 2005

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Some FAX and good advice, courtesy of Mr. Oyabu: "...be careful where they urinate!"

Someone who's just noticed a flat tire. 

Friday, June 10, 2005

Oh Boy Oh Boy Oh Boy!

 'John Paul could be beatified within a few years if a miracle can be attributed to his intercession.
 Another miracle would be necessary between beatification and eventual sainthood.'

Frisky business!

I guess I missed something. A few weeks ago wasn't everyone going on about how the Senate Democans had, at last, grown some testicles? That's right! In return for the Dems not using the filibuster as a means of blocking judicial appointments, the Republicrats had agreed not to ban it (the filibuster, I mean)! And...so far, not ONE of Alfred's ten (or so) controversial nominees has been rejected! What a deal!
From today's Newspaper of Record: "Since the deal was first struck late last month, Democrats have hailed it as a courageous breakthrough that averted a parliamentary crisis while dealing Senate Republicans a deserved reprimand for their push against the filibuster. But those same Democrats have stood practically powerless this week as Justice Brown and Judge Pryor were confirmed to lifetime appointments, leaving Republicans to revel in their new judicial successes."  

And...poor ole newly-neutered Howard Dean dares to open his yap (but only to belabor the obvious)...and his fellow Party members step all over each other to poop on his head!



Who was it said, "We don't need a third Party in this country...we need a second Party!"(?)

Thursday, June 9, 2005      Happy 58, Tom!

This from the Creationist Science Fair, held last week in Lucey, Oklahoma:

Jonathan Goode (grade 7) applied findings from many fields of science to support his conclusion that God designed women for homemaking: physics shows that women have a lower center of gravity than men, making them more suited to carrying groceries and laundry baskets; biology shows that women were designed to carry un-born babies in their wombs and to feed born babies milk, making them the natural choice for child rearing; social sciences show that the wages for women workers are lower than for normal workers, meaning that they are unable to work as well and thus earn equal pay; and exegetics shows that God created Eve as a companion for Adam, not as a co-worker.

Wednesday, June 8, 2005

Do we         deserve this?

When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

Sonnet 138,  William Shakespeare (who never got 'old')

Tuesday, June 7, 2005

Dolores Gonzales did not show up for work yesterday.
Alexandre Hochstraser's co-workers described him as "a very friendly, outgoing man.''

"It's where we would amputate your leg, from the top of your right pelvis down."
I had been strong for long enough. Tears zigzagged down my cheeks and I wrapped my arms around my chest.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked

Monday, June 6, 2005                         61st Anniversary of 'D-Day'

One version of the infomercial (hawking a Teflon-based oil additive) featured a beleaguered engine mounted on a stand...kinda like a crucifixion...or a whole-pig barbecue. The 'stunt' was to prove that car engines don't really NEED oil!
OK. I mean, everyone should know by now that the near-universal belief that car engines DO need oil is a groundless superstition, promulgated by greedy oil companies! I always DID wonder how they pulled it off on TV, what with all the Rhodes Scholars standing by with toothpicks in their mouths saying how they 'used to be skeptical'.  First the emcee poured in the magic formula ('Prolong', a name later used for a quite different product, targeting eager young men), then they fired it up and revved it. Then some grease monkey yanked the drain plug to let all the oil out on the ground. Next, the same monkey pulled off the rocker covers and proceeded to pour sand all over the valve train! Then, when the engine STILL wouldn't die, he sliced through a coolant hose with a switchblade! Now, I ferget how the show ended...but it sure made a believer outa ME! If it weren't for real, then it wouldn't be on the tube!

Sunday, June 5, 2005

"Under the present command, when anything goes well in the military, the President, Congress, the Defense Department and the generals fall over one another taking credit. But when something goes awry, they start another investigation and bust a private."  Joseph Chianese

Check out this first-person story.

Saturday, June 4, 2005

'If our reports are so "absurd," why did the administration repeatedly cite our findings about Saddam Hussein before the Iraq war? Why does it welcome our criticisms of Cuba, China and North Korea? And why does it cite our research in its own annual human rights reports?' 

And now we know that Newsweek got it all wrong! We didn't flush it...we only peed on it.!

Friday, June 3, 2005

Every once in a while, though not very often, I go on a 'throw things out' jag. But I can read, and so I usually don't get very far. One day last week, I was gathering up a buncha books to haul to the Recycling Center when I noticed a dozen (or so) paperbacks by the same author: Lurlene McDaniel. Lurlene is not a 'household name', as the expression goes. She is a (fwoabw) 'niche' writer. Where there's an itch, there's a niche. Ms. McDaniel writes books about pretty teenage girls...with terminal illnesses. From her "One Last Wish" series, come such titles as "Sixteen and Dying", "Mourning Song", "Mother, Help Me Live", "Someone Dies, Someone Lives" and (my personal favorite)..."A Time To Die".

No intention, here, to offend you, Hugh.

If you needed another reason not to smoke...

Thursday, June 2, 2005

"At a press conference on Tuesday, President Bush, speaking about detainees who had complained of being abused, said they were "people that had been trained in some instances to disassemble (sic)- that means not tell the truth." Mr. Bush meant, of course, to say 'dissemble'..."  Bob Herbert

Wednesday, June 1, 2005

Are there really millions of us who give a feathery stool about who "Deep Throat" turned out to be? I mean, if I had thirty cents for each hour I've lain awake in the past thirty years wondering about that...! [But then, we all know that there are plenty a people driven to pleasure themselves at the thought of owning a used baseball!]

Anyway...turns out that nowadays he's just another windy old trout 

   and he's livin' up along the river banks in Santa Rosa.
 Ok...so, at 91, he looks younger than I do. [He certainly has more hair!] Looks ain't everything! [I bet he's got more money than I do, too.]

Fresh morning mix of It Could Happen.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

There is no greater illusion to be overcome than the illusion of our 'self'.

"I think they're in the last throes, if you will, of the insurgency."  What if he's right again?

Monday, May 30, 2005                Memorial Day Holiday

Am, fwoabw, 'studying' compression in audio recording. Evidence: latest mix of ICH. 

"Santo Subito"

Don't take my word for it!

Sunday, May 29, 2005     Happy Birthday, Ana                       JFK woulda been 88

Benedict2⁴ has pledged to make healing the 1,000-year-old rift with the Orthodox church a "fundamental" commitment of his papacy. To that end (of burying this rusted hatchet), he has taken the first steps toward forming a committee to figure out what that rift was all about.


Now...lest someone accuse God's new Top Dog of only looking to the past, while ignoring urgent, modern-day matters...during his return  trip to Rome on Sunday, his heavenicopter swept low over the south-central Italian town of Duronia so he could bless residents gathered on a sports field...

I have only admiration for those of you who, unlike me, have not given up! So what the hey! Sign it!

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