Someone sent me

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My inbox contained an email with what was purported to be Charley Reese's Final Column.
I won't dither about the contents of the column. My issue is about it's appearance. The darn thing had been forwarded so many times it had gaps and line breaks even a five-year-old could have avoided.
I guess what I'm saying is even if you're too lazy to create original material, at least dress it up a little so that the folks to whom you're forwarding it may actually make sense of what it says... even if it isn't Charley Reese's final column... even if it has been edited.

Big head

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I mentioned the blogger dashboard... dashbored <- har!... yesterday.
Should I have capitalized it?
Probably.
One of the things available there for a blogger in a stats tab. I occasionally look at it.
At 1:00pm PST there had been 77 pageviews for the day. Before then there had been an average of less than 20 per day. I'm guessing a comment I made somewhere else hit a hot button for some folks? It is really interesting to see what parts of the world some of the pageviews were from.

Somebody asked me how I find the blogs I visit.
I have something I call the blogger dartboard.
[no, not really. I mean nobody asked and I don't have a dartboard... and I don't know how. it just happens]
Some of it has to do with the followers over on the left. When my curiosity is piqued by someone's comments on another blog, I usually check out their blog. Sometimes I even leave a message... and sometimes I attract their attention... and, and I really appreciate it when they leave comments here.

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I've made it a habit to check the Blog of Note tab on my blogger dashboard every couple of days. No, I'm not doing it because I want that sort of notoriety. I do it because I'm curious about the blogs that are tagged as such. I am also curious about those blogger's reaction to being named as a Blog of Note.
Yesterday there was anything but a mild reaction as you will note if you read today's post. It's the only one left on that blog.

Reality television

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Another blogger... and some news sites... noted that today is the 25th anniversary of the Challenger exploding.
Then the question was posed regarding what the first in-school live-televised disaster will be for this generation of kids.
So my question is why do we need televisions in the home, when the kids are watching TV in school?

Bonus question:
What is the first major horror story disaster you remember from TV?

(I'd say mine was JFK's assassination, but for one minor detail. We didn't have TV reception where I was.)

I commented on another blog today

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My verification word was

My first thought was that it would probably go pretty good with



Then there was
It is probably one of those new automobile transmissions that works with a Hemi?

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Life

Pay close attention to this first image... very close attention.




I don't have to call tech support any more.
I just spin the wheel.








That last one needs no explanation

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I got another one of those emails. One that said I should forward it to everyone in my address book.
Well, actually it said, "Now I just wonder what would happen in this country if every one of you sent this to every one in your address book."
I will tell you what would happen. All of the email servers in this country would be overtaxed and we'd hear from somebody at Homeland Security that there had been a denial of service attack. That's what would happen.
There are actually some folks out there who believe forwarding that stuff works. How do I know? Because the subject of the email started out, FW: Fwd: Fw: Fw:Fwd: Fw: Fw: and none, or very few, of the forwarders had bothered to even think about deleting any of the previous recipients or forwarders.

I'm beginning to think there's a correlation between how people drive and use email. There are an awful lot of reckless folks on the highways.

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Sports post

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I guess if any team other than the 'niners was going to be in the so-called Super Bowl, I can be relatively happy it is the Green Bay Packers.
Why's that you ask?
Well, it's because the Packers quarterback is like almost a neighbor. He was raised only about 70 miles from here. Up here in the part of the state where I live that is pretty darn close.
Ironically, I wasn't much of a fan of his when Aaron Rodgers was in high school or junior college because his teams were always beating the local teams. But then he went on to Cal (UC Berkeley) so I really learned to appreciate his talents.
I really won't be disappointed if the Packers don't win, though. In fact my response when asked about how I felt about the outcome of any of the playoff games so far has been, "Dilligara."
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Uh, oh! He's thinking again

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I had a free moment the other day. So I went to look at the blogs that have been selected as blogs of note to see if I could discern how they are picked. One thing that stands out, at least for me, is it isn't necessarily important to have posted recently. That means, of course, there are a number of blogs I follow that have a real good chance of making the list. A couple of them haven't posted in over a year.

How to tell a meth lab

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Word

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Suldog says he's being in snow again.

it was my v word on another site and I just had to use it.

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Walkin' a dog

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'Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around the block?'

Mom replies, 'No, because she is in heat.'

'What's that mean?' asked the child.

'Go ask your father. I think he's in the garage.'

The little girl goes to the garage and says, 'Dad, may I take Belle for a walk around the block? I asked Mom, but she said the dog was in heat, and to come to you.'

Dad said, 'Bring Belle over here.' He took a rag, soaked it with gasoline, and scrubbed the dog's backside with it to disguise the scent, and said 'OK, you can go now, but keep Belle on the leash and only go one time round the block.'

The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash. Surprised, Dad asked, 'Where's Belle?'






The little girl said, 'She ran out of gas about halfway down the block, so another dog is pushing her home.'

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Oh man, I can harly wait to see what his response to this will be

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Suldog has been BONed.
No, that's not some kind of torture. Blogger made his blog the Blog of Note yesterday.
The reason I am anxious to see what happens is he really goes off on folks who present him with awards.

A little old lady's phone rings late one night

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...and she answers it.

"Hello," a deep voice on the other end says, "I know
you, you'd like me to push you down on the bed
and rip all your clothes off, lick your body all over
and make rough love to you."

The old lady looks at the phone blushing in
amazement and replies,

"Wow. You can tell all this from a single 'Hello?'"

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Ummmm... alrighty then

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This was recorded at the Paradise, CA dispatch center, but it could happen anywhere above the 1500' elevation or in Tehama County.



The caller sounds like most of my neighbors. They believe any wild pig is a warthog.

I just got off the phone with my friend in Minnesota .


He said that since early this morning the snow has been nearly waist high and is still falling.


The temperature is dropping below zero and the north wind is increasing. His wife has done nothing but look through the kitchen window all day.




He says that if it gets much worse, he may have to let her in.
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Ya know what I really like about blogging?
Seriously... I can pop off about just about anything I want. The only thing restraining me is...

...me.

I can do it here. Or, if something posted on another blog piques my interest; strikes my fancy; rubs me the wrong way; tickles my funny bone... you get the idea, I can respond there or come back here and let go a broadside, or make little noises like farts.

Most of the time, though, I am posting items others have sent. My only contribution is some editing.

Speaking of others, here's an item from somebody:

It's winter in Minnesota
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At five below.
Oh, how I love Minnesota
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Minnesota
Cuz I'm frozen to the ground!

How'd they do it?

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Yeah, yeah, the music's cool. But what I wanna know is what's this guy really sitting on?



Or the ladies playing the funny looking bass guitars about 1:10 into this video:

The Government have issued a travel warning due to the cold weather.






They suggest that anyone traveling in the current icy conditions should make sure they have the following:

Shovel

Blankets or sleeping bag

Extra clothing including hat and gloves

24 hours worth of food

De-Icer

Rock Salt

Tire Chains

Flashlight or lantern with spare batteries

Road Flares or Reflective Triangles

Empty Petrol Can

First Aid Kit

Jumper cables








(I looked like an idiot on the bus this morning !)

I can't help it...

Photo: msnbc.com
The media does a disservice to the physician who's treating Rep. Gabrielle Giffords when they post photos that make him appear to be a sushi chef instead of a trauma chief.

Bear in mind I have my doubts about the media anyway.

It's always the old guy with the hat, isn't it ?

The Sierra Club and the U.S. Forest Service were presenting an alternative to the Wyoming ranchers for controlling the coyote population. It seems that after years of the ranchers using the tried and true method of shooting or trapping the predators, the Sierra Club had a "more humane" solution to this issue.

What they were proposing was for the animals to be captured alive. The males would then be castrated and let loose again.

This was ACTUALLY proposed by the Sierra Club and by the U.S. Forest Service. All of the ranchers thought about this amazing idea for a couple of minutes.

Finally an old fellow in the back of the conference room stood up, tipped his hat back and said; "Son, I don't think you understand our problem here... These coyotes ain't #uck!n' our sheep... They're eatin' 'em!"

A guy was getting ready to tee off on the first hole when a second golfer approached and asked if he could join him. The first said that he usually played alone, but agreed to the twosome.

They were even after the first few holes. The second guy said, "We're about evenly matched, how about playing for five bucks a hole?" The first guy said that he wasn't much for betting, but agreed to the terms.

The second guy won the remaining sixteen holes with ease.>
As they were walking off number eighteen, the second guy was busy counting his $80.00. He confessed that he was the pro at a neighboring course and liked to pick on suckers. The first fellow revealed that he was the Parish Priest.

The pro was flustered and apologetic, offering to return the money. The Priest said,
"You won fair and square and I was foolish to bet with you. You keep your winnings."

The pro said, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

The Priest said, "Well, you could come to Mass on Sunday and make a donation......



And, if you want to bring your mother and father along, I'll marry them.

Who Do You Root For?

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It's not my question. Suldog posted it. I had a much bigger image, but decided not to rub salt. The Giants were not my first choice when I was younger. Until 1957 the Brooklyn Dodgers were my favorite major league team. Then they did the unpardonable and moved to L.A. The Giants moved almost into my back yard so it wasn't too difficult to become a fan and list to Russ Hodges and Lon Simmons broadcast the games on KSFO all summer long.
That's all changed now. My back yard has moved 200 miles. Now Jon Miller and any one of a number of others broadcast the games on KNBR. There's no local station carrying the games. Listening is as good as it ever was... when I can pick up the signal.
There are other sports and other teams who get me excited at times. But I'm fairly certain baseball, and particularly the Giants are in the forefront.

I dialed a number and got the following recording:

"I am not available right now, but thank you for caring enough to call.

I am making some changes in my life.

Please leave a message after the beep. If I do not return your call, you are one of the changes."

Albert Einstein

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"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity and I'm not sure about the former."

Somebody... anybody, please help

I am fairly certain that it has something to do with wine, but...

Well, I need your help to find a definition.

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Looks like a good plan to me

Sure Happy It's Thursday

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An agricultural inspector stopped at a ranch in Texas and spoke with an old rancher. He told the rancher, "I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs." The rancher replied, "Okay, but do not go in that field over there," as he pointed out the location.
The inspector officer verbally exploded, saying, "Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me."
Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removed his badge and proudly displayed it to the rancher. "See this badge? This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish.....on any land. No questions asked or answers given. Have I made myself clear? Do you understand?"
The rancher nodded politely, apologized and went about his chores.
A short time later, the old rancher heard loud screams and saw the inspector running for his life, chased by the rancher's big Santa Gertrudis bull....
With every step the bull was gaining ground on the inspector and it seemed likely that he would get gored before he could reach safety. The inspector was clearly terrified.
The rancher threw down his tools, ran to the fence and yelled at the top of his lungs.....
"Your badge. Show him your effing badge!"

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So what if it's Wednesday

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Go back to Monday's post, look at the image of the captcha, say it aloud, and go, "Oh, yeah."

So, tomorrow is the 12th day of Christmas. I know this because another blogger told me. I thought it was today.
Anyhow, I'm guessing we will be seeing inappropriate marketing for who knows what soon. Maybe we'll get lucky and there won't be any "Gifts for Grads" until after Martin Luther King day?

I can hardly wait until Valiumtimes Day.



On another note - a link on my sidebar has evidently become irrelevant as of today. Hippest Snippets was kind of a neat diversion. I guess they decided their lives were more important than their blog.

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Scary thought

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There are 95 v-words in my captcha collection. I wonder what I was thinking when I collected them.
No, worse... those are only the words that haven't found their way into my blog yet.

Taking the easy way

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I may as well jump on the bandwagon and do pretty much what other bloggers have done over the past few days ...talk about resolutions.
Really!
That's what folks do at the start of a new year ...talk.
Suldog may actually accomplish his.
I actually considered making a resolution this year, but in the end resolved not to.
I was going to make every effort to use up all of the 95 'captcha' words I have accumulated, but not yet posted before I collect any more. But right off the bat I saw one I couldn't pass up.

It pretty much describes the state that overcomes so many other drivers when they get behind the wheel of their care and become oblivious to the circumstances surrounding them.

LMAO

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Oscar Wilde

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"If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you."

Socrates

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"My advice to you is get married: if you find a good wife you'll be happy; if not, you'll become a philosopher."