Saturday, October 11, 2008

Why haven't I heard of this guy before?

Brings back memories, that does...

Yep, really like this guy...

Hmm, this is the first of his I heard, NOT safe for work or children. If you don't like the F word, don't click on it. Hilarious.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Which Leading Man are you?

Your result for The Classic Leading Man Test...

John Wayne

You scored 79% Tough, 0% Roguish, 24% Friendly, and 0% Charming!

You, my friend, are a man's man, the original true grit, one tough talking, swaggering son of a bitch. You're not a bad guy, on the contrary, you're the ultimate good guy, but you're one tough character, rough and tumble, ready for anything. You call the shots and go your own way, and if some screwy dame is willing to accept your terms, that's just fine by you. Otherwise, you'll just hit the open trail and stay true to yourself. You stand up for what you believe and can handle any situation, usually by rushing into the thick of the action. You're not polished and you're not overly warm, but you're a straight shooter and a real stand up guy. Co-stars include Lauren Bacall and Maureen O'Hara, tough broads who can take care of themselves.

Find out what kind of classic dame you'd make by taking the
Classic Dames Test.

Take The Classic Leading Man Test at HelloQuizzy

Monday, September 22, 2008

Where am I politically?

You are a

Social Liberal
(86% permissive)

and an...

Economic Conservative
(95% permissive)

You are best described as a:


Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also : The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Of historical moments and reactions....

I can't believe it's been seven years. Seven years since I turned on the t.v. while getting ready for a day trip to San Fransisco, and saw smoke billowing from the World Trade Center. It was my first wedding anniversary, and I had taken some of my meager vacation time to have some fun. The blood drained from my face, as I stared at that gaping hole with people milling about inside. Smoke, thick and black poured from the building. Before the newscaster said the words, I knew it was an attack. What else could it be?
As I watched, the second plane hit, and it was certain, America was under attack. Nobody knew who it was, nobody knew why, but we were a target, and there was no way of telling if it was over, or if there would be more damage. Before the day was out, the Pentagon was hit, all flights were grounded, and an ordinary man did something quite extraordinary:Upon learning of the attacks, he rallied his fellow passengers and sacrificed himself for people he did not know. It was a moment worthy of any John Wayne film, as Todd Beamer and a handful of passengers took the fight to the enemy, right there on the plane.
I stayed glued to the screen for the rest of the day, and for much of the following few. We made it to S.F. a day or two later, but it wasn't the same. Nothing has been the same since. America, MY America, was forever changed. Some of the changes were good, like admiration and respect for Police Officers and Firefighters. Some of the changes were terrible, like the hand-wringing race to pass laws to prevent a recurrence. The growth of the TSA caused me to swear off flying commercially for good.
I remember as a child in grade school, watching the dreams of a generation explode across the sky as the Challenger exploded. Few things have affected me as deeply since. The assault on the World Trade Center had that effect, that immediate sense that my world would never be the same. As an adult of 24, I lost my innocence on September 11th. America was no longer an untouchable giant, solid and resolute. A mighty blow was struck, and the colossus was brought to her knees, wavering and bloody. She arose with a terrible anger and lashed out, perhaps not entirely in the right direction, but certainly dispensing overdue justice to a number of deserving individuals.
Nothing was ever the same, and the world was changed in an instant. I still can't believe it was seven years ago. It seems like it was someone else watching that screen....

Friday, August 29, 2008

Stop the Presses!!!!

Sarah Palin for VP?! No freakin' way! I am in shock. Never in a thousand years did I think this would happen. I am more excited about this election than I have been in a long time. What a move by McCain!
More later, I have work to do...

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Holy crap, two weeks!??!?

Where does the time go? 
The Oregon Jamboree is in town, sigh...I can't believe I was excited about this when I moved here. It's like a freakin' plague of locusts has hit town. Drunken, rowdy locusts. I went to Safeway earlier, and I had to climb *into* the milk cooler to get the last two gallons of milk. As in, feet off the floor, my body fully *inside of* the cooler.  
One couple set up camp last year directly across the street from my house, and treated us as their replacement television, watching us as we went about our lives, pointing at things they found of interest. At one point, a friend stopped by, but I had my hands full, and couldn't get to the door in time. I stepped out on my balcony, and was informed by the couple across the street that, "There was a guy in a green Chevy at your door. He went that way."..? They've set up in the same place this year. 
So far today, I have chased three volunteers away from my driveway, which they like to block with cars...

Well, at least I can listen for free. Or rather, I must listen. Even with my windows closed, I have no choice.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

I need a larger coffee roaster...

The one I have only does a pot at a time. Therefore, I have to roast several times a day to feed my addiction. I found this one: Behmor Drum roaster at Sweet Maria's for just $299. A bit more than I can afford this moment, but as a planned purchase, quite doable. It can roast up to a full pound at once, and can do four batches in an hour. Very nice, I could roast my coffee for the week over an hour or so, and also give gifts to friends. The downside is that it isn't the best for darker roasts. since I started roasting my own though, I have discovered that coffee doesn't have to be roasted charcoal black to be drinkable. Indeed, one of my favorite roasts so far has been on the very light side.

Even my "accidents" have been better than anything I ever drank from the store, and better even than most "fresh roasted" beaneries. I cannot believe it took me so long to discover roasting my own!

Saturday, July 12, 2008

As the seasons turn, the colors change....

I got a little tired of the standard Black with grey that I initially chose when I started blogging. It's also a bit hard on the eyes...
so, let me know what you think of the new color scheme.

Monday, June 30, 2008

In which I feed my addiction....

So, this morning, bright and early, I realized that my sampler of green coffees from Sweet Maria's is nearly gone. I have enough for 5 or 6 pots of coffee, then it's back to store bought swill.
So, I went online and ordered 25 lbs of green coffee goodness. I got 5 lb packages of Kenya, Sumatra and Papua New Guinea. I also picked up 5 lbs of Mocha Java and 5 lbs of something called "Eyes Wide Open" blend. Supposedly, they chose the beans based on high caffeine content. That should be interesting...

Speaking of interesting, I found a 12 cup French Press on the Sweet Maria's site. $49.95
Guess I know what I am buying for myself as soon as I can find a good excuse. 

So, my order is supposed to ship within 1-2 days of ordering. UPS from New Jersey takes about 6 days, so that'll put it into next week sometime. Maybe by next Friday, I will have my coffee,  my precious, my own. Preeeeccciiooouuuussssssss.......

Thursday, June 26, 2008


Well, I'm late to the party,  but I've got a bit to say, anyhow. first thing I did this morning was head over to Scotusblog to find out the decision. That set the tone for my whole day. Overall, I'm damn happy with the decision. It could be better, in particular, I wish they'd addressed the "bear arms" part of the question, but that really wasn't what the case was about. Maybe someone in DC will test that part in a couple months. Or maybe it's best to let sleeping dogs lie and continue down our current course, which seems to be working just fine.
The next few months should be very interesting, as the various Communist states shuffle and dodge, trying to weasel out of the decision. Eat my shorts, Diane Feinstein....

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Recoil whore....

I've always known I was fond of heavy recoil. Shotguns and Mosins don't bother me like they do other people. I wasn't quite aware of how much I like recoil until yesterday. I'd shot somewhere around 300 rounds from my Baretta Neos, and switched to my carry guns. Starting with the p-11, I was suddenly having a lot more fun. I switched to the Glock 22, then the 21. The bigger the gun, the more fun I was having. Finally put a few rounds downrange from my 3 inch .44 special. I LOVE recoil! .22 is fun, but it just doesn't do the same thing for me.

Monday, June 9, 2008

What a surprise....

What Kind of a Western Bad-Ass are You?
created with
You scored as John Wayne

You a classic all American cowboy who does the right thing. When you're sober. Which means occasionally. You like horses, the outdoors, whiskey, hot tempered women, whiskey, and bourbon.

Clint Eastwood


John Wayne


Charles Bronson


Lee Marvin


Lee Van Cleef


A thank you for Matt G....

Back in January, I read this post from Matt.

I've been thinking about fresh roasted coffee since, and finally realized that I can roast my own coffee for less than I can buy a can of cheap swill in the store, let alone buying the whole bean stuff. So I used some of my "stimulus" check, and bought a Fresh Roast Plus 8 from Sweet Maria's.
Thor's Beard.....
I can't believe I was going without this stuff for so long. Even the worst of what I have done so far is orders of magnitude better than what comes in a can, even better than grinding store bought beans. And the caffeine content is MUCH higher, it seems. I'm actually saving money by roasting my own beans, and getting a better result in the bargain.

So, I raise my freshly roasted, ground and brewed cup of Papua New Guinea Peaberry in a toast to Matt. Thanks for giving me the knowledge to better myself (and if you don't believe coffee can make you a better man, that's because you've been drinking swill). And curse you for getting me hooked on roasting.
Now he's trying to convince me I need a French Press. Not that I wasn't thinking so, myself....and a burr grinder, and a water filtration system, and maybe some more of that Sumatra Mandheling.....

Coffee cup meme...

Well, I didn't get tagged, but I saw this at Matt's place, and it seemed like a good reason for a post. Trying to get into the habit, ya know?
So, here's what I am drinking from at the moment. That's freshly roasted and ground coffee, courtesy of my new Fresh Roast Plus machine. Yummy!

I'm tagging Strings and Blondage.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Overheard in the local A&W....

Bush could lower the gas prices anytime he wants to, Hell, he owns half the G**D***** oil companies, anyway!

Where to begin?

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Tiny bits, which fall from my mind...

I just don't seem able to keep up on this blogging thing. I take to it in fits and starts, and Blogger doesn't help by losing my posts. Maybe I'll switch to wordpress....
Been very busy with the business stuff lately. Learned some cool staff tricks from MCP, Megan Claire Pike..If you look her up on You Tube, you'll find her videos. It's amazing, the things she can do with a stick and no hands...hmm, nevermind, that isn't what I meant.

As usual, I am upset about the direction our presidential race has taken. These are the best three our country could produce? I could drag a porkchop past a homeless shelter and find a more worthy candidate. Though, as LawDog points out, most people have forgotten what small power a president is actually authorized to wield. It seems to me, the only difference between McCain, Clinton and Obama is the speed at which the handbasket will drop.

I keep thinking about the astronauts in the space station with no bathroom. Of the articles I have read, only one mentioned they were using the facilities on an escape craft, but it also stated those facilities were very limited. I mean, really. What are they doing? It isn't like they can step out and go behind a bush. And they can let it float around inside, either. I don't imagine they have many Walmart bags on hand, either.

I've had quite a lot of allergy difficulties lately. Claritin takes care of my runny nose, itchy eyes and sneezing, or Benedryl works, if I run out of Claritin. But the only thing for a sinus headache and congestion is the stuff I can't get anymore. Since the drug warriors decided we needed to be protected from Meth producers, I live in a fog, with my head full of snot. But hey, at least the hillbillies down the street have to buy meth imported from Mexico, and that's what matters, right? I did find a small stash of contraband Nyquil and Sudafed when I cleaned out my medicine cabinet the other day. I keep it taped beneath my sock drawer now, lest a house guest find it, and alert the authorities...

Remember. The media lies. The government lies. If you would know the truth, you must seek it for yourself. If you seek the truth, follow the money.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Having never been in the armed services....

because they wouldn't have me, but having known quite a few in each service, I offer the following for your amusement. I don't know where it came from, but I found it at APS. Absolutely hysterical, and so far as I can tell, entirely true to life....

"I, (State your name), swear to sign away 4 years of my life to the
UNITED STATES AIR FORCE because I know I couldn't hack it in the Army,
because the Marines frighten me, and because I am afraid of water over
waist-deep. I swear to sit behind a desk. I also swear not to do any
form of real exercise, but promise to defend our bike-riding test as a
valid form of exercise. I promise to walk around calling everyone by
their first name because I find it amusing to annoy the other services.
I will have a better quality of life than those around me and will, at
all times, be sure to make them aware of that fact. After completion of
"Basic Training", I will be a lean, mean, donut-eating, Lazy-Boy
sitting, civilian-wearing-blue-clothes, Chair-borne Ranger. I will
believe I am superior to all others and will make an effort to clean the
knife before stabbing the next person in the back. I will annoy those
around me, and will go home early every day. So Help Me God!"
"I, (State your name), swear to sign away 4 years of my otherwise
mediocre life to the UNITED STATES ARMY because I couldn't score high
enough on the ASVAB to get into the Air Force, I'm not tough enough for
the Marines, and the Navy won't take me because I can't swim. I will
wear camouflage every day and tuck my trousers into my boots because I
can't figure out how to use blousing straps. I promise to wear my
uniform 24 hours a day even when I have a date. I will continue to tell
myself that I am a fierce killing machine because my Drill Sergeant told
me I am, despite the fact that the only action I will see is a
court-martial for sexual harassment. I acknowledge the fact that I will
make E-8 in my first year of service, and vow to maintain that it is
because I scored perfect on my PT test. After completion of my mean "Basic Training," I will attend a different
Army school every other month and return knowing less than I did when I
left. On my first trip home after Boot Camp, I will walk around like I
am cool and propose to my 9th grade sweetheart. I will make my wife stay
home because if I let her out she might leave me for a better-looking
Air Force guy. Should she leave me twelve times, I will continue to take
her back. While at work I will maintain a look of knowledge while
getting absolutely nothing accomplished. I will arrive to work every day
at 1000 hrs because of morning PT and leave everyday at 1300 to report
back to "COMPANY." I understand that I will undergo no training
whatsoever that will help me get a job up! On separation, and will end
up working construction with my friends from high school. I will brag to
everyone about the Army giving me $30,000 for college, but will be
unable to use it because I can't pass a placement exam. So Help Me God!"

"I, Top Gun, in lieu of going to prison, swear to sign away 4 years of
my life to the UNITED STATES NAVY, because I want to hang out with
Marines without actually having to BE one of them, because I thought the
Air Force was too "corporate," because I didn't want to actually live in
dirt like the Army, and because I thought, "Hey, I like to swim...why
not?" I promise to wear clothes that went out of style in 1976 and to
have my name stenciled on the butt of every pair of pants I own. I
understand that I will be mistaken for the Good Humor Man during summer
and for Nazi Waffen SS during the winter. I will strive to use a
different language than the rest of the English-speaking world, using
words like "deck, bulkhead, cover, geedunk, scuttlebutt, scuttle and
head," when I really mean "floor, wall, hat, candy, water fountain, hole
in wall and toilet." I will take great pride in the fact that all Navy
acronyms, rank, and insignia, and everything else for that matter, are
completely different from the other services and make absolutely no
sense whatsoever. I will muster, whatever that is, at 0700 every morning
unless I am buddy-buddy with the Chief, in which case I will show up
around 0930. I vow to hone my coffee cup-handling skills to the point
that I can stand up in a kayak being tossed around in a typhoon, and
still not spill a drop. I consent to being promoted and subsequently
busted at least twice per fiscal year. I realize that, once selected for
Chief, I am required to submit myself to the sick, and quite possibly
illegal, whims of my newfound "colleagues." So Help Me Neptune!"
"I, (pick a name the police won't recognize),
swear..uhhhh....high-and-tight.... grunt... cammies....kill....fix
bayonets....charge....slash....dig....burn....blowup....ugh...Air Force wives.....air strikes....yes
SIR!....whiskey....liberty call....salute....Ooorah
Gunny....grenades...women....OORAH! So Help Me Chesty PULLER!"
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Saturday, January 5, 2008

Garlic Bread...

It occurs to me that there just might be someone out there still buying garlic bread at the store, pre-made. In hopes that I can help someone, I shall post my "recipe". Nothing special, really, but it seems to go over well.

You will need:
1 loaf of crusty bread, either french or sourdough will do
1 stick of butter, or the tub equivalent, melted in the microwave
1 bulb of garlic, pressed. If you don't have a garlic press, minced works almost as well
2 cups grated cheese-Optional, and the type of cheese is up to you, I find a blend of colby and cheddar works well

Cut your loaf in half lengthwise
Pour the butter over the loaf evenly, using a dinner knife to spread it into the nooks and crannies.
Use half the bulb on each loaf half, and try to spread it evenly.
If desired, sprinkle the grated cheese on top.
Put in oven on the low broiler setting. Put it on the middle or lower rack, too close to the flame and you risk a fire. TRUST ME on this...Check after about 5 minutes. When the bread is a nice golden brown on the edges, you are done.

Note that an entire bulb of garlic might be overkill for some. When making it for others, I tend to use only a half bulb.