Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet.

Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet

Virginia State Constitution: Article 1; Section 13
That a well regulated militia, composed of the body of the people, trained to arms, is the proper, natural, and safe defense of a free state, therefore, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed; that standing armies, in time of peace, should be avoided as dangerous to liberty; and that in all cases the military should be under strict subordination to, and governed by, the civil power.

Alabama State Constitution: Article 1: Section 26
That every Citizen has a right to bear arms in defense of himself and the State.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Saturday Morning Coffee #136

Chlorine will oxidize iron out of your water, but you need to have plenty of contact time, either a long run of pipe or a tank to keep the chlorine mixed with the iron for 20-30 seconds.
Run it through a sand filter and voila!

I'm getting back to my old ways of workaholism. I'm dreaming about work when I'm sleeping now.
I hope this holiday stretch is quiet. I need the rest.

Miss B arrives tomorrow. We're looking forward to it.

All our gizmos and computer stuff will be running again.

If it's not absolutely critical, we just say "[Miss B] will fix it next time she visits."


Whoa! I missed one last Wednesday!

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Going Full Curmudgeon

Mrs B returns home saddened by her visit with her doctor.

He informed her that will no longer deal with insurance agencies. Not our insurance, not anyone's insurance. He is throwing in the towel and will take cash paying customers only. He was of course very nice about it, offering to help her find another doctor for her regular quarterly visits to get her prescriptions renewed.

I did not get a chance to ask him about it, but I imagine he has simply gotten tired of the bullshit.
I've met him a couple times. He is a fine old gentleman, who has got to be thinking about retirement by this time. I suppose he is "thinning the herd"a bit.

Mrs B likes him and trusts him. Going out and finding another doctor right now is out of the question.
So I will happily shell out 10x the cost per visit.

The free market works. I think we are going to be paying for the damage done to our country by the current president for a long time to come.


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Hump Day Rule 5 - Happy Hanukkah!

IDF chicks are hawt!

What was that thumping noise?
I think my Irish Catholic grandma just rolled over in her grave.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Back in the Land of the Internets

I swear dude, coming out of Mississippi is like crossing back into the 21st Century.

First thing I come across is a post from The Mellow Jihadi (Ex Bootneck) on some sweet, sweet justice in Warrior, AL. (which I just drove through today on my way to Decatur)
He writes with an inspiring point of view from across the pond.

Nice to see my fellow Alabamaganians are keeping the faith.

I'm Home! Sweet Home!


Saturday, December 13, 2014

Hold Music

Feeling a little folded, spindled and mutilated.

With any luck, I can go home tomorrow.

How's your job treating you?

Needs subtitles:

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And I'm tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English, and everything's broken, and my Stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open,
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger
In your silhouette window light go
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs,
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say
That the streets aren't for dreaming now
And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories,
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor,
And the old men in wheelchairs know
And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred,
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me

And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace,
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on an
Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers
And goodnight to Mathilda, too

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Quiet Time

Internet here in beautiful Mississippi is a nightmare.

I'm sitting in the Wendy's parking lot to feed my jones.

I'll be done here in a couple days.


Hump Day Rule 5 - Ainsley Rodriguez

Health and Fitness are important.