Friday, January 10, 2014

Friday's Dispatch

    My inner 12 year old giggles.

  • Waylon Jennings sings Only Daddy That'll Walk The line. My thoughts while watching: that's right- Johnny Cash did have a musical variety show, although I have no independent recall of it and I'm sure I never saw it. It was great to see Waylon so young and healthy. Yes, we Texans talk about him like we're great buds that go way back. I went to church with his aunt- one of my favorite six degrees of separation. Those are some great looking guitars and bass.Who is the corpse playing the double neck? Wonder where that thing is now? Although considered by some sacrilegious- The Kentucky Headhunters did a not terrible cover of this song once.
  • Irish step dancing: one of those things that in small doses I'm glad exists in the world, but I wouldn't try for love or money and a little bit goes a long, long way.
  • When one of my children regardless of age or boo boo level has a boo boo they won't tell me about no matter how hard I push to find out what's wrong- I'm usually pretty sure it's something I've warned them about 20 teen times.
  • The mid season finale of Walking Dead was pretty awesome last night (12/01/2013). What I got wrong: I knew Hershel was going to die but I thought the Governor was going to continue the, I can be as reasonable as the next guy routine for a while- then shoot Hershel in the back of the head. I knew Carl and Rick were going to get separated but I thought it would be for an episode or even two. What I got right: I knew Michone would have a hand in the Governor's death but she wouldn't have the final whack- and it would be a nobody who offed him. I knew the prison would be overrun resulting in the exodus of groups of survivors. Maybe oddly- it never occurred to me to wonder about the baby Judith.
  • Woke up having a nightmare this morning. I don't know what it was about but part of it was set in the old Decatur Middle School which I dream about often.
  • Strippers and female pop stars etc seem to like to prance around with big snakes. I don't get it.
  • Laptop batteries never- ever last as long as they're supposed to.
  • If I were Neil Armstrong I would have sneaked a .45 Colt pistol on board the lunar module and shot a rock on the moon with it. Then, I would have brought back half the shattered moon rock and auctioned both off 20 years later to finance my retirement. Bidding would start at a cool mil. 
  • Yes, I know no one can own moon rocks. It is, illegal- they would make an exception for me though. I'm Neil Armstrong baby.


Katy Anders said...

Thank God the Governor is gone. He and the prison were the two worst things about the show.

OK, maybe either was that bad, but they were like guests who had stuck around for two days too long.

Is this series going to end up being about the Rise of Carl as an all-encompassing tyrant of the post-apocalyptic world?

I sort of hope so, so long as it means I don't have to listen to Rick screaming "Ca-a-r-rl!" a lot more.

RPM said...

I think there's a flaw in your gun plan. No oxygen on the moon, gun won't fire. I guess you could make special cartridges...

The Donald said...
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The Donald said...

...right to use dead husband's frozen...

...or at least well-chilled.

Yeah, my inner middle schooler would've had the same reaction.

Regarding the .45 on the moon (would that be a single action .45 Colt, or 1911 .45 ACP? Even better would be this one, the Cimarron Thunderer due to its steampunkitude, since it did not historically exist. It's a modern marriage of single action mechanism to an 1877-style Colt birdshead grip frame) - I hate to be the wet blanket, but it would fire, as the propellant has its own oxidizer.

Now, if the NASA engineers could have just designed for Buzz Lightyear, er, Neil Armstrong, an oversized JBS Boss of the Plains to fit over his space helmet while firing said .45 - well, that woulda been out of this world.

Yeah, it really would have...