On the way home from the golf course today I passed three people standing on the side of the road in 90-degree heat holding signs for apartment complexes - one was in a full clown suit, one was in a Hawaiian hula skirt, and one was in a tuxedo with top and tails.
When I got home I thanked God for my college degree.
I invite you to post any/all of your own scores in the comments. (Via justsayhi.com)
Frankly, I’m a bit offended that an extensive knowledge of the makeup of alcoholic beverages automatically makes me a drunkard when in fact it’s my case of Miller Lite every day after work that makes me one.
Disappointed in this one - I thought I had this one pretty well figured out.
Thinking about putting this one on my resume’.
Tougher than it seems - I’m curious to see if my hypothesis is true; most, if not all, people would name more countries in the time allotted if they didn’t know they were being timed.
I’m making it a point to lose weight, so unfortunately this one will go down as we move through the spring and summer.
Got hung up on this one several times where I’d draw a complete blank. Spent 30 seconds arguing with my screen for not accepting “vermillion”. Little did I know that I was spelling it wrong (FWIW, only one “L” in “vermilion” - who knew).
I’ve seen enough movies. I’d be fine.
Not sure if I should be proud or disappointed. OK I admit it - I’m disappointed.
Ditto.
Disclosure: I voted for George W. Bush the first time around, but did not the second time. Additionally, I believe his approval ratings are about where they should be considering the rather depressing direction his second term has taken.
Many liberals have taken near-orgasmic joy over watching the President’s approval rating fall. And fall. And fall. That joy has been proportionately measured and corrolates with the ridiculous, over-the-top preening and crowing heard by the Left since the Democrats took control of Congress. Those preening and crowing must, by simple mathematics, reside in a very small minority of liberals, considering this:
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Most U.S. voters think the country is on the wrong track and remain deeply unhappy with President George W. Bush and Congress, but still feel good about their finances and optimistic about the future, according to a Reuters/Zogby poll released on Wednesday.
Eighteen months before Bush leaves the White House, nearly two-thirds of Americans say the country is headed in the wrong direction and give the president negative marks for his job performance.
An even bigger majority, 83 percent, say the Democratic-controlled Congress is doing only a fair or poor job — the worst mark for Congress in a Zogby poll. - Emphasis mine.
My question, then, is this: Where is all the condemnation, indignation, name-calling, etc. for the members of Congress from the outspoken Left?
My only guess is a feeling akin to getting stood up at prom. Liberals voted in droves to turn Congressional control back to the Democrats, and now feel embarrassed or maybe shameful for having done so. I just wish they’d be as vocal about it as they are about the President.
Yeah, I know, I haven’t written/posted/whinged/bitched/celebrated/mourned much of anything (”much of anything”? Nothing at all is more like it) for what? Six weeks now? Sorry. I’m wondering how everyone’s summer has progressed without me - it must be terrifying. Have you all been sitting at your computers, browser firmly entrenched at daveakins.com, repeatedly mashing the F5 key in hopes of something, anything, to brighten your progressively dimming lives?
Somehow I doubt it.
In all honesty I usually just post when I 1) find something on the web of interest, 2) go somewhere, do something, and take pictures of the place and the doing, or 3) the rare occasion arises whereby something happens in my life that for one reason or another I think is a good idea to share with everyone. And little of any of those things have taken place lately.
I’m also spending an inordinate amount of time either at the driving range or watching The Golf Channel, so much so that my dreams of scantilly clad Brazilian models and Eastern European tennis players are being replaced with slow-motion shots of Dave Pelz hitting a lob wedge off a downhill, hardpan lie over water onto a severely sloping green and then criticizing me for not being able to grasp the utter simplicity of the execution.
Anyway, I did actually run into an interesting review on Michael Moore’s new film “Sicko” and while the criticisms are unsurprising for a film that undoubtedly will prove divisive…
Unfortunately, Moore is also a con man of a very brazen sort, and never more so than in this film. His cherry-picked facts, manipulative interviews (with lingering close-ups of distraught people breaking down in tears) and blithe assertions (how does he know 18,000* people will die this year because they have no health insurance?) are so stacked that you can feel his whole argument sliding sideways as the picture unspools. The American health-care system is in urgent need of reform, no question. Some 47 million people are uninsured (although many are only temporarily so, being either in-between jobs or young enough not to feel a pressing need to buy health insurance). There are a number of proposals as to what might be done to correct this situation. Moore has no use for any of them, save one.
As a proud socialist, the director appears to feel that there are few problems in life that can’t be solved by government regulation (that would be the same government that’s already given us the U.S. Postal Service and the Department of Motor Vehicles). In the case of health care, though, Americans have never been keen on socialized medicine. In 1993, when one of Moore’s heroes, Hillary Clinton (he actually blurts out the word “sexy!” in describing her in the movie), tried to create a government-controlled health care system, her failed attempt to do so helped deliver the U.S. Senate and House of Representatives into Republican control for the next dozen years. Moore still looks upon Clinton’s plan as a grand idea, one that Americans, being not very bright, unwisely rejected. (He may be having second thoughts about Hillary herself, though: In the movie he heavily emphasizes the fact that, among politicians, she accepts the second-largest amount of political money from the health care industry.)
… I will admit to being more than a little surprised at the author of this one.
Football season starts soon. I am excited. More on that soon.
Unless of course Paula Creamer kidnaps me and makes me her caddie.
File this under “Color Me Shocked“.
Witnesses told police that a fight broke out after a man tried to steal another man’s gold chain.
Y’know, it kinda takes all the fun out of it when the jokes write themselves.
Even more amusing would be McKinney NOT being my Congressional representative, and if recent trends are any indication, that may well be coming true very soon.
OK, Josh, Mr. Photo-fucking-graphic Memory that he is, was right about my mix-up in regards to the Challenger disaster. I watched it at home and somehow jumbled that together with an earlier (successful) Challenger launch we had seen at school a couple years prior. Of course, Mr. Fuckinggenius was totally wrong in saying the shuttle blew up. It didn’t. So there.
Nonetheless, I can apologize the only way I know how: by taking that entry, and, using Google, translating it into Japanese and then back into English. We call it Engrish. Enjoy…
20 years ago. Precocious 11 year of person old, 20 years in tomorrow ago, it started showing the crack as my unerring reliance and a country. We are the large アメ Lee mosquito, but, it is not complete. The person fails once upon a time the dies of the person once upon a time. As for that being to be, as for us who always are it was in the school which is seen with the tv. I connected completely with our voices which are brought up with countdown namely yell: ” 3, 2, 1!     “. Beautiful ignition and rise -     The fact that the land and mind are stirred is shaken. At rear ninety second: ” Go because of the スムット. ” And disorder. By mistake we had known that it is with the age something. When and there was a part, you did not know, the surface of our teachers informed everything to those. We are to witness the life of the American 7 exactly the key tobacco was inhaled between instant pioneer. Or we thought. Something which continues is first impact namely while that makes being surprised, the 㣠after: ” That was fast, pain was not “…”. But ” happened had not known as for them under any condition, that was not true. Afterwards, we find terrible truth. As for explosion those the shooting midst 㣠it is  -     As for falling to earth. 7 Icari. As for me the magazine of time, I have remembered the photograph of 1 you remember many from other things: The Florida beach of serene namely one smoldering glove of sand. We are not complete, don’t you think? so is? The reliance to which the person and the country do not tremble is dangerous. It asks always. It asks always. If you do not rely on with one thing, rely on our specific infallibility. We occasionally fail. We occasionally die. Being to have that, and being always to be.
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“We are the large Lee mosquito, but, it is not complete.”
“We are not complete, don’t you think?”
So true. So, so true.
Twenty years ago tomorrow, as a precocious 11-year-old, my unerring faith in man and country began to show cracks. We are the great America, but we are not perfect. Man sometime fails, man sometime dies. As it was and it will always be.
We were at school, watching on TV. We all joined in the countdown, our voices growing louder: “THREE, TWO, ONE!!”. The glorious ignition and ascent - shaking the ground and stirring the soul.
Ninety seconds later: “Go for throttle up.” Then chaos. Even at that age we knew something was wrong. And if there were some that didn’t know, our teacher’s face told them everything. We had just witnessed the lives of seven American pioneers snuffed out in an instant. Or we thought.
After the initial shock, it came as no surprise what followed: “It was quick and painless”… “They never knew what happened.” But even that wasn’t true. Later, we’d find out the awful truth. The explosion didn’t kill them - the fall to earth did. Seven Icari.
I remember the picture in TIME magazine, one I remember more than the others: the serene Florida beach, one smoldering glove in the sand.
We’re not perfect, are we? Unwavering faith in man and country is dangerous. Always question. Always question. If you must trust in one thing, trust our inherent infallibility. We sometimes fail. We sometimes die. As it was and as it always will be.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
I would like to take this opportunity to show my thankfulness for a few things and people. For a person of such minimal sensitivity towards others and this world, doing this even once a year constitutes a major effort on my part, although this will take much less time than if this were Derisiongiving. And I’ll try to keep the snark to a minimum.
Happy Thanksgiving. Now piss off.
I’m supposed to be waking up in a little over six hours for golf. Early rise on a Saturday, but it wasn’t supposed to be this early. My sleeping patterns have been a bit wierd lately; I’ll get home from work and sleep from 7-9 or something. Despite this, I never unintentionally wake up in the middle. Actually that’s not accurate. I do in fact wake up relatively regularly (but only once a night) but it’s just long enough to trod to the fridge for a quick nip of ginger ale and then back to sleep. Not tonight it seems.
Speaking of which… Sunkist doesn’t have the same refreshing *aaaah* at weird hours of the night that ginger ale does. Nothing does, in fact. Last time I was at Kroger I decided to shirk the Big K Ginger Ale (only 53 cents with your Kroger Plus Card!) for a 2-liter of Sunkist and a 2-liter of Mountain Dew. Why I don’t know. Both are too sugary and both, as I mentioned before, lack the sufficient *aaah* factor. I think it’s because of the syrup. Ginger ale goes down smooth but Sunkist has that “thickness” like milk or OJ that kinda clings to the back of your throat and instead of making you fall back asleep it makes you want to hock loogies over your patio railing.
Maybe this is why I don’t write more to my site… Do I do my best work in the wee hours? Don’t answer that.
I’ve returned with a glass of water. Especially nice are those trips to the kitchen in the aforementioned wee hours that culminate in a meeting with Blattodea fervently searching for silverware to lick before scurrying underneath the microwave.
I can feel decision-time coming on… Try to go back to sleep? Try to introduce Mr. Cockroach to Mr. Flat Surface Of A Bed, Bath And Beyond catalog? Try to find that secret chord that David played which pleased the Lord?
Here goes nothin’…
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