Wednesday, October 08, 2008
There's no image on this video for the first 20 seconds or so.
Be patient. It's worth the wait.
We miss you, Jerry.
You may want to try this at home. Suresh Joachim of Toronto, and Claudia Wavra of Germany, claim to have broken the world record for continuous movie watching, after seeing 57 films in 123 hours in a plastic-glass house in New York's Times Square.
A Guinness World Records spokesman said it appears the non-dynamic duo have broken the record but said it will take two weeks to officially verify.
The attempt began Oct. 2 when eight challengers started watching "Iron Man." After 72 hours, only two remained. They watched "Thelma and Louise" until the end on 3:10 p.m. Tuesday.
Susan Sarandon, a star of that film, dropped off the final film.
The rules: Each movie had to be viewed until the last credit rolled, and competitors couldn't divert their eyes from the screen. They were allowed 10-minute breaks between movies.
A woman said she was shot in the leg by her stove. Cory Davis told the Peninsula Daily News she had just stoked her cast-iron heating stove Sunday when she heard a loud bang and was struck in her left calf.
Davis said a case of shotgun shells spilled about a month ago at her home and one must have landed in the newspapers she used to light the stove.
She removed a metal fragment herself and was treated Monday at Forks Community Hospital.
Eventually, the construction crew adopted her as a kind of project mascot. They chatted with her, let sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important. At the end of the first week, they even presented her with a pay envelope containing ten dollars.
The little girl took this home to her mother who suggested that she take her 'pay' to the bank the next day to start a savings account.
When the girl and her mom got to the bank, the teller was equally impressed and asked the little girl how she had come by her very own paycheck at such a young age. The little girl proudly replied, "I worked last week with a real construction crew building the new house next door to us."
"Oh, goodness gracious," said the teller. "And will you be working on the house again this week too?"
The little girl replied, "I will, if those assholes ever deliver the fucking sheet rock...."
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
This video comes from Boston’s Fenway Park. It was Disability Awareness day at the baseball park. Mentally challenged children got VIP treatment. One young man even sang the national anthem to open the game.
But singing in front of a full stadium could unnerve anyone. He got nervous and stumbled while singing. But the entire stadium came to his rescue. What they did will warm your heart.
I should've gotten my ass out of bed by 5 or 6 this morning with all the stuff I have to do. I had planned on being at my attorney's office by this time (8 AM), then to the ex's attorney's office to drop off some items of hers I found, then over to Matt's house to give him a ride (he recently had foot surgery) to the Union Hall in Scenic Downtown Stockton so we can vote on our union contract, then a late breakfast with him, then over to Greg's house in Riverbank City of Action to visit (he recently had another leg surgery) and pick up my welder and air compressor on the way back from Stockton, then yard work, then housework.
Looks like something ain't going to get done.
I'll likely skip the yard work. Everything else I have to do and besides, I'll look for any excuse to not do yard work.
I got involved in a good book last night and didn't get to bed until midnight, then got bounced out of bed at 1:30 by a phone call from a relative that had a bit too much to drink and needed a ride home. I went to the bar and got her, letting her know that if she even thought about puking in my new truck she was a goner.
Back in bed an hour later and slept in 'til almost 8.
I'll post more this afternoon when I run out of energy.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
I was at the taco truck at break a few years back and ordered a tongue burrito. Lucy, who was standing next to me asked "You like tongue?"
"You bet" I said.
She walked away with a weird expression on her face.
The next day I went one better and waited until she was in earshot and asked for a brain burrito. I'd never had one before and while it wasn't great, it was worth eating to watch Lucy gag.
We used to have menudo Fridays. Jose used to stop off at Maria's Taco Shop on the way to work every Friday and pick up a gallon or so of menudo with all the fixins - cilantro, chilis, limes and a bunch of flour tortillas for his partners and we'd sit in the back breakroom slurpin and burpin. Lucy wanders in and starts telling us how gross that is.
I had to tell her that there ain't nothing like a bowl of hot, steaming hog entrails to start your day.
Roger comes up and asks if I eat legs. Now I have no idea what kind of legs he was talking about but to be honest with you, I couldn't think of any type of legs I wouldn't eat.
He said he'd been out gigging on the backside of his property the night before and he had a mess of frog legs and would I like some?
Man, my mouth was doing some serious watering. I haven't had any frog legs in I don't know how long.
Roger reaches into a quart bag stuffed full of legs, pulls out a couple and tries to give them to me. I ignore the hand and keep my eyes on that bag. He laughs, hands me the bag and drives off.
A couple of minutes later Rick pulls up and tells me that Roger told him I had food. Hey, free to me, free to you, right?
We find a place right outside the door and start feasting, lips smacking away, frog bones scattered around our feet.
Lucy comes out the door and says "I'm not even going to ask......."
She didn't have to, Rick volunteered the information and grossed poor Lucy out.
My mustache and hair is graying, I've got more than a few lines around my eyes and I've gained a few pounds. Okay, a bunch of pounds.
Not to mention that I just flat out hurt every morning.
Which reminds me: A few years back Dave told me that after 45 years of age, if you wake up and nothing hurts it's a pretty good indication that you've died during the night.
I'm not sure what I love most about this piece, whether it's the beauty of the music or the passion of Herr Kempff as he's playing it. Either way, it's well worth watching and listening to.
Believe it or not, I first ran across it on Miss Martha's myspace page.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
I bet I spend at least $30 a week eating off Taco Trucks. They serve real Mexican food, not that Taco Bell bullshit that everybody else considers Mexican.
LOS ANGELES - The great Taco Truck Wars of 2008 appear to have come to a close.
The Los Angeles County district attorney's office said Friday that it won't appeal a judge's ruling in August that threw out a law requiring taco truck operators to move every hour or face $1,000 fines and possible jail time.
Phil Greenwald, an attorney for the vendors, praised the prosecutor's decision.
"After all, they're not selling porn, they're not selling drugs, all they're selling is food," he told The Associated Press. "Carne asada is not a crime."
The law was passed last spring after restaurateurs complained that taco trucks parking on the streets near their businesses were drawing away customers and forcing some businesses to the brink of bankruptcy.
The truck drivers, many of them immigrants, complained that they were unfairly singled out. The ban affected unincorporated sections of the county, including the vast, largely Latino East Los Angeles neighborhood where many of the trucks operate.
No citations issued since the ordinance went into effect May 15 will be prosecuted, Greenwald said.
"They're giving up the ghost," Greenwald said. "They're just quitting."
The district attorney's decision came nearly a month after county officials announced they would ask the judge to reconsider his decision to throw out the law. The officials have argued the trucks are a nuisance because they park at the same spot every day and bring in noise and traffic.
Superior Court Judge Dennis Aichroth ruled Aug. 27 that the law was "too ambiguous to be enforceable."
County Supervisor Gloria Molina introduced the ordinance. A phone message left with her office late Friday for comment was not immediately returned.
Molina spokeswoman Roxane Marquez said last spring that the ordinance was meant to regulate "quality-of-life issues."
"Our intent was not to put any catering trucks out of business, but to ensure fairness to our residents — those who live in homes right in front of or across the street from where trucks do business everyday, all hours of the day or night," Marquez said.
Not only do you get photos, but you also get a trail of websites to follow. It'll really improve your pursuit of information. I'm linking to the things that interest me, but you might find something that can benefit you as well if you dig deep enough.
Good luck and have fun,
All summer the water in lakes has been stratified with warm surface water and cooler water in the depths. Fish often hold in the cooler water down deep if there is enough oxygen in it to support them. You can pattern them and consistently catch them since they don't move around much.
As the air cools in the early fall, the top layers of water cool. Since warm water is lighter than cool water, this cooler water sinks. Suddenly, the layers of water mix and the lake becomes a more consistent temperature in the areas the fish live in. Oxygen is mixed through-out these layers and fish roam freely. This mixing is the fall turnover.
You can tell when this happens in a couple of ways. The normally clear water becomes murky without rain causing it. You may notice a stale, rotten odor as the unoxygenated deeper water comes to the top. And the fish you had counted on to be schooled up deep are no longer in the same places.
The fish also go on a feeding spree. You will find them in shallow water where they haven't been for months. They know the changes mean cold weather is on the way and they need to stock up to get ready for the lean months. Females start to develop their eggs so they will be ready to spawn when the temperatures warm again.
Fishing can be tough after the turnover. The fish are scattered and hard to pattern. They can be anywhere and will feed at any time. The way to combat this situation is fish fast and hit a lot of different types of structures. Don't expect to catch a bunch of fish in one place since they are less likely to be schooled up.
Use lures that cover lots of water. Top water, crankbaits and spinnerbaits are better than a worm dragged across the bottom for bass. Look for the fish around the mouths of creeks and on top of open water structure.
Fall can be a great time of the year to catch fish. Anytime of year is a great time to go but after the turnover you are likely to find some catchable fish in shallow water and the weather is more comfortable for you, too. And the lake is usually less crowded. What more could you ask for?
Let me know how you fish the fall turnover at email@example.com
If the politicians in Sacramento would enforce the laws that are already on the books we wouldn't need another stinking law for guns.
I was kicking back here on my bed a couple of minutes ago and saw my old Colt Officer’s Model 45 ACP laying on the cabinet next to me and had to smile when I saw where the finish has been worn off.
I actually went shopping for a Government Model when I bought my Officer's Model. I took my Dad with me and headed for the gun shops in the area. Believe it or not, I couldn't find a 1911A1 to save my life. All day long Pop had been trying to talk me out of a 1911 knowing that I was damned well going to carry that sucker around so I might as well get something a little more concealable, like a Commander. We ended up at P. V. Ranch Supply, where I saw a Colt Officer's Model for the first time. I was in love!! With the gun price, tax, transfer fees, etc., I was into the gun about $600.00, give or take 10 bucks. That little gun was beautiful. It was hefty for its' size but I figured that the extra weight would help keep the recoil on it under control. And talk about easy to hide, with a 3 1/2" barrel and a 6 shot magazine you could hide it under a t-shirt with the right holster.
Most people don't put 500 rounds through their handguns during the entire life of the gun, but I ran 500 rounds through mine the very first day I owned it. I left P.V. and went to Gun Countrys' indoor range and bought a cleaning kit, 10 boxes of hardball, and 4 hours of range time. I shot a half a box, cleaned the barrel, fired a box, recleaned the barrel, fired a box and a half, cleaned the entire gun, fired 3 boxes, cleaned the gun, then fired off the other four boxes, stopping long enough to let the gun cool down every once in a while. I had quite a few jams at first, but that was to be expected. I mean that was the reason I burned up $150 bucks worth of ammo, to get the break in period over with. After about 300 rounds, the gun settled down and quit hanging up.
Oh, and it shoots so sweet! For that short a barrel I can hammer 6 rounds of 45 into an area the size of my fist at 15 yards as fast as I can pull the trigger. Well, I USED to be able to. For a long long time when I lived out in the country there wasn’t a day go by that I didn’t burn at least a box a day. Hell, I shot that thing so much that I had a callus on the web between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand and one on the side of my right thumb from the slide release.
I still have that gun. I've put Pachmayer wraparound grips on it, a new front sight, an extended slide release, a new mainspring, an aftermarket sear and disconnector from Kings Gun Works and have gone through a couple of barrel bushings, firing pins and firing pin springs but other than that the gun is still hanging in there. I don't think that's too shabby. I figure I have put somewhere in the neighborhood of 10,000 rounds through that Colt, and I can back that up with receipts for reloading supplies and loaded ammo.
I don't carry that gun as much as I used to or should. As a matter of fact, it's pretty much a house gun now. But I tell you what I'll never get rid of it. It's just too much like a part of me, like a member of my own family.
A Rhode Island man faces charges after the cigarette he was smoking inside a car apparently ignited fireworks.
Police arrested the 28-year-old Sunday after an officer found a sedan smoking in the middle of the street. Firefighters were called to extinguish the blaze. No one was injured.
The man told police he was smoking a cigarette in the car when fireworks near his feet ignited. Witnesses told police they saw a passenger tossing fireworks out shortly before police arrived.
The man is charged with the use or possession of fireworks under $500.
Information from: The Times
Mama whirls around, slaps him in the face and says "Go show your Grandfather!"
Little Pablo, confused, goes into the backyard where Grandpa is tending the garden and says "Look Grandfather, I'm white!"
Grandpa gets up, takes one look and nails him right in the butt with a shovel. Then he tells Pablo to go show his father.
By this time Little Pablo has lost all enthusiasm but goes back into the house just as Papa is coming in from work. "Look Papa, I'm (he winces) white."
Papa, tired from working 2 jobs, puts down his lunch pail, bends Little Pablo over his knee and delivers him a serious ass-whipping. When he's done he tells Pablo to go into the kitchen and wipe that flour off.
When he gets into the kitchen Mama asks him, "Well, did you learn anything?"
Little Pablo says, "Yes Mama, I've only been white for 5 minutes and I already hate all you fucking Mexicans."