Thursday's Thoughts

The most ambitious thing the moron who did this will do in his entire life.

• "  Who is scared of legal marijuana? Alcohol and tobacco companies, police forces, private prisons and anyone else who makes money off it staying illegal." was the tagline for an article I saw recently (today is 12/03/2014). I do not care if you think all marijuana users should be lined up a against a wall and shot or the use should be mandatory, you cannot rationally argue the headlines point and if you have any inellectual honesty you have to know the truth of it is a problem- a big, huge stinking problem for us.
• Nope, I do not touch the stuff.

  

  I don't know how this stand of bamboo got on Fort Richardson. They probably call it the, Bamboo Grove (or if they didn't- they do now).

  
  

  

  Vietcongs up in here setting panji traps for our boys. Lowlife commies.

  
  
• This day (12/04/2014) started with Jeff Buckley singing Hallelujah. There may be be better ways to start a day but I'm not aware of too many- at least as far as music goes.
• Last nights dreams were all about reconciliation- sweet reconciliation and forgiveness.
• I hereby apologize for all the damage done.

  

  If a person thought they need shoes to get someplace- how do they not think they need them to get back to where they started? What changed? Why is there so often only one shoe? Maybe they thought, Crocs are really nasty and gross. I'll wear one and hop on that foot so the other can air out.

  
  

  

  The first thing I thought was, Huh, that might make an OK grill. Then I realized it was aluminum and thought- How has somebody not jacked it yet to sell for scrap?

  
  

  

  Jacksboro Lake is thisty.

  
  

  

  Boulder boo-boo.

• Homeade chili on a leftover loaded baked potato from Logan's- its whats for lunch.
• Recently for a lunch thing at work one of my work buddies brought a gallon of very nice homeade salsa for his contribution. The following day he brought chips assuming there had to be plenty left. That assumption may have been his only mistake for the day but he was wrong on that point at least. Somebody had jacked every ounce that was left and the container he brought it in. Man- come on people, you know better than that. Didn't your momma raise you any better?
• After my mom died my sister gave me bags of mom's Tupperware as I didn't have any at all at my place. I couldn't wash the cigarette smoke smell out of them and ended up chunking them.
• It struck me as odd at first glance why British people like Jeff Buckley so much but also made sense when I listened to all of his only album but I cannot tell why that is true to me.
• Something that makes no sense to me: why all printer feed trays do not hold a full ream of paper.

  

  Crud at Fort Richardson exposed by erosion. The clear piece is from a mug. You could see the air inclusions from the manufacturing process in it. The piece on the right is milk glass. 

Monday's Missives

Honda Rune is on my list. I like it not only because they're interesting and beautiful they're actually good, reliable and rideable machines. They're based on the Goldwing with an upgunned engine.

• Callaway made a wagon version Vette back in 1982 that was disgusting- it was literally gross. They intend to unveil one in 2014 that is really pretty cool looking. I get where the 1982 was ugly to start with and the new Vettes are beautiful but it still could have gone bad. The 2014 Vette with 7 speed manual starts at 51 thousand bucks- an incredible bargain for the car it buys.

  

  In FGs bedroom. She is quite a bit younger than me.

• From an earlier post Katy and Don made me think more about snipers in war time. If a Jihadi with a scoped rifle drilled my gunner in the face with a bullet while we were on combat patrol and Jihadi Joe and I came face to face with each other in an ensuing cordon and rundown there is not a chance he would have lived to rot in Abu Graib and/or get his neck stretched. I would have have shot him down and I know this for a fact. I would not have been able to live with myself if I let the guy live. If my gunner was killed by an IED and I caught a guy that I was sure triggered the blast he would regret the day he met me- he would remember our interaction for the rest of his life but he would probably live to rot in Abu Graib for a while and/or get his neck stretched. Their is no real difference- hypothetical soldier is still going home in an aluminum box but there is to most of us a big- huge difference and we're not sure why. I guess that is why the subject intrigues.

  

  Here, a couple of flowers for you.

  
  
  
• I am dangerously close to 50 and riding a bike indoors is still one of lifes simple pleasures.
• Yesterday (10/03/2013) I randomly saw FG outside of the home and/or a planned meeting. We bumped into each other after she left work. It was oddly slightly strange.

  

  One more couldn't hurt.

  
  

  

  I have always been intrigued by bamboo and believe it is underutilized in the west. Traditionally, it should be given to you as a gift if you intend to grow it and not bought.

• The Rifleman episode I am watching now (10/05/2013 @0633) features a young and very good looking Adam West as a school teacher turned gunslinger. That show has aged very well. I still enjoy it and can appreciate the sweet morality tales it provides. You know really, it covered redemption, alcoholism, single parenthood, second chances...- in the 1950s and interestingly, Lucas McCain always tried to use non violent methods first to resolve problems.
• A connected thought: if you had been told the actors playing Lucas and Mark were actually father and son in real life you would absolutely not have been surprised such was their chemistry.  Anyway, what a sweet old show.

  

  I don't know what this is but it makes my skin crawl.

  
  

  

  FG has to use a clipboard, calculator and stopwatch at work. A little Velcro and a storage clipboard with a calculator and voila! I'm not through yet though- I have an idea to make it hold her papers better and keep everything organized in the storage compartment.

  
  

  

  The Trek bike my buddy gave me. When he told me I could have it I asked him to bring it to me as I don't have a pick up. He said, What else do you want me to do- ride it for you? Hey buddy, sarcasm is my thing. I gave him 20 bucks for his trouble and to keep him from whining too much.

  
  

  

  Sophie the pup.

  
  
  
  
  

  

  Nice legs.

  
  

  

  Gag- such a beautiful body style ruined with tacky decals and stupid looking wheels.

  
  

  

  This pic doesn't do this guys cammo any justice.

  
  

  

  Mediterranean gecko on the porch ceiling. They're an interesting migrant to Texas that arrived in shipping containers years ago in Houston and worked their way North. Interesting because they don't do any harm that I'm aware of- they eat insects and they don't spread disease. As far as I know they are innocuous and beneficial. They don't even harm or displace native wildlife. Heck, predators here eat them when they can.

  
  

  

  FGs dumb cat loves baths

  
  

  

  Umm infected implanted studs are hawt!

• People at work come to me to treat their boo-boos and get ibuprofen and get second opinions from what they were told by their doctors. And then of course there was the one who after closing the door behind her said, Kev can I ask you something between you and me...?  Anyway, her scumbag boyfriend was unfaithful and gave her something she didn't deserve.

  

  Paper wasp nest. The maggots taste buttery and sweet- kinda like whole kernel corn that wiggles in your mouth.

  
  

  

  Our South of the borders friends have discovered Turner Falls. It has been trashed and vandalised over years like no park setting I have ever seen. The city of Davis doesn't appear to view itself as any kind of steward of the land and it's wildlife- it is their Golden Goose.