Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I love Failblog.org...

I haven't visited the site in a few months, and I always forget how much I love it...

Remind yourself, take a look

Friday, September 18, 2009

Carentan O Carentan...

A poem about my favorite episode of Band of Brothers and my favorite board on COD2...

Carentan O Carentan
Trees in the old days used to stand

And shape a shady lane
Where lovers wandered hand in hand
Who came from Carentan.

This was the shining green canal
Where we came two by two
Walking at combat-interval.
Such trees we never knew.

The day was early June, the ground
Was soft and bright with dew.
Far away the guns did sound,
But here the sky was blue.

The sky was blue, but there a smoke
Hung still above the sea
Where the ships together spoke
To towns we could not see.

Could you have seen us through a glass
You would have said a walk
Of farmers out to turn the grass,
Each with his own hay-fork.

The watchers in their leopard suits
Waited till it was time,
And aimed between the belt and boot
And let the barrel climb.

I must lie down at once, there is
A hammer at my knee.
And call it death or cowardice,
Don't count again on me.

Everything's all right, Mother,
Everyone gets the same
At one time or another.
It's all in the game.

I never strolled, nor ever shall,
Down such a leafy lane.
I never drank in a canal,
Nor ever shall again.

There is a whistling in the leaves
And it is not the wind,
The twigs are falling from the knives
That cut men to the ground.

Tell me, Master-Sergeant,
The way to turn and shoot.
But the Sergeant's silent
That taught me how to do it.

O Captain, show us quickly
Our place upon the map.
But the Captain's sickly
And taking a long nap.

Lieutenant, what's my duty,
My place in the platoon?
He too's a sleeping beauty,
Charmed by that strange tune.

Carentan O Carentan
Before we met with you
We never yet had lost a man
Or known what death could do.

Louis Simpson

Check out some actual picts from Carentan here.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Vent, enter, search...

I found this site, VentEnterSearch.com, it's helpful hints for fire fighters by fire fighters -- equipment, techniques and such. It's pretty darned interesting and a lotta the hints are good for civillians.

The section "What's in your pockets?" is especially cool -- Scroll down and check out the Vise Grip/eye bolt mod...

Monday, August 31, 2009

When my Tacoma gets to 250K...

I'll reward her with one of these...

The bed on my 2000 Tacoma extended cab is pretty beat up.

Check out the Adventure Trailer website...

Friday, March 20, 2009

The OG -- Origin Gangsta

“If we are going to teach creation science as an alternative to evolution, then we should also teach the stork theory as an alternative to biological reproduction.” --Judith Hayes

I dunno anything about Ms. Hayes, but I liked the quote.

The Rantathon Begins

I've gotta lot to say about the economy and the country. I've been overwhelmed lately with all I wanna say and haven't felt like starting a rant--'cause I dunno where to start. I'm tired of my wussiness--so in the immortal words of Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., as he stood on the wrong landing beach on D-Day, "We'll start the war from right here!"

No disrespect (well, not a lotta disrespect) meant for our current Commander-in-Chief, but what the hell are you thinking!!

Background: To be fair and balanced, I hated the Democratic choice for president as much as I hated the Republican choice for president--and I hated Bush more than both (that's another story for later). My initial fear about Obama was his socialist sounding rhetoric and wacko left-leaning associations. I thought his starry-eyed vision of the future for America was a bunch of immature bullshit or a nice bit of rainbow and sunshine sausage ground out for the electorate. However, deep inside I held a little light of hope because the guy was an outsider--not one of the typical Beltway whores that we've become accustomed to. Since his campaign was a testament to the power of a grass roots movement, I felt his naivete might produce some change for the better. Understand tho', I was only looking for a silver-lining because I knew he'd be elected. I still would've preferred an anesthesia-free root canal to his election.

I still think the guy is completely naive, I think he's made bad decisions about appointment and in other cases been duped into appointing a bunch of the run-of-the-mill political street-walkers currently occupying the Capital. I dunno who convinced him (I admit I've not investigated that), but I do know his appointments do not reflect his campaign promises. His administration is filled with the same corrupt folks and Washington insiders that his political opponents and predecessors did/would've used.

I've watched the Obama administration as our slide into possible financial ruin has begun to pick up speed. It's become painfully obvious, I don't think he's a socialist as much as I think he's just clueless. I know the brotha knows how to work a teleprompter--and lay down a speech like nobody else (he's damn good)--but he's got no idea about the dire straits we're in. I ain't lumpin' everything on his shoulders, I don't think any of the morons in government or the press have gotta clue either. Most people I talk to on a regular basis have no understanding about the mess.

My rant is starting to bleed into my other rants--the big rant picture is so big at this point--but to use my tired Titanic analogy, it seems we've started debating about who's fault it was the iceberg was in the way, all the while fist-fighting over how much the we paid the guy that's polishing the brass.

That cold painful tingling feeling you have in your feet ain't your restless leg syndrome acting up, it's the frigid waters of the North Atlantic lapping up over your ankles...

Friday, January 16, 2009

Nothin' says "Happy New Year" like a mullet

New Year's Eve finds me playin' a little Keno, drinkin' a little beer an' bullshittin' with America's favorinte dad--Scott Sanders. Outta no where, the best freakin' mullet I've laid eyes on since 1988 walks in an' sits down behind me...

Photo by The Best iPhone Photographer in the World...