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Saturday, December 31, 2005

A Real Screamer 

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dead mousie to Patriot Blogger
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Thursday, December 29, 2005

Ain't Tha Intarnets Great?? 

I was wondering about an order I placed last week, so I checked on the UPS tracking site. The site said "Delivered 2:30 PM, December 28, 2005".

Really? So I looked.

Shazam!! There it was, just outside my front door!

How did we ever cope before?
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Nuclear 

I don't think I linked this before, but I don't want to lose track of it. For future reference: Nuclear weapons video
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Kimber Pro Carry 

Does anyone who knows weapons have an opinion on this opinion of the Kimber Pro Carry?
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Pali Bedwetting On The Increase 

Aljazeera.Net - Israeli sonic booms "terrorising" Gaza
The sonic boom is the Israeli army's latest weapon of choice employed over the Gaza Strip as retribution for rockets fired by Palestinian resistance terrorist groups into Israel.

Low-flying F-16 fighter jets break the sound barrier above populated areas, creating thunderous shock waves which shake buildings, break windows, blow off doors, and cause widespread panic, fear, and hysteria.

According to Eyad Sarraj, a Palestinian psychiatrist, the attacks are...resulting in an array of psychosomatic effects ranging from anxiety attacks, seizures and nausea to nosebleeds and miscarriages.

'Repeated attacks of that kind have resulted in widespread bedwetting...in both children and adults.'

(P)roponents of the tactic argue it is a relatively benign military response compared to what the Israeli army could do to Gaza - that in the end, it is nothing more than noise.


Ooh Pali baby, I'm so sorry.

**snicker**

"Achmed, those Zionist Pigs made me piss myself again this morning!"
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Monday, December 26, 2005

Senior Moment 

I was sitting at my desk a few moments ago when I heard Daisycat begin shrieking from the next room. It was a strangled-sounding shriek that normally might make me leap to my feet and race to defend her from whatever miscreant had invaded our humble abode.

However I did not.

In fact, I've learned that what that particular sound actually means is that she has stumbled upon something that is more than just a little bit funny. Yes, she does laugh normally at things that are normally humorous. But when the hilarity factor exceeds a certain threshold, it causes her to begin shrieking like she's being assaulted. I swear ta gawd, one of these days the neighbors are going to call the police!

First let me set the stage. Daisycat has been reading the book Armed and Female by Paxton Quigley, and has recently signed us up for a handgun safety course. Additionally she's been researching online what kind of revolver she may want to purchase once we've gone throught the course and are ready to begin doing target practice at the range.

So anyway, here's what she found in an e-mail from a friend:
From the Orange County Sheriff's office.*

An elderly Florida lady did her shopping and, upon returning to her car, found four males in the act of leaving with her vehicle.

She dropped her shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding to scream at the top of her voice, "I have a gun, and I know how to use it! Get out of the car!"

The four men didn't wait for a second invitation. They got out and ran like mad.

The lady, somewhat shaken, then proceeded to load her shopping bags into
the back of the car and got into the driver's seat. She was so shaken that she could not get her key into the ignition.

She tried and tried, and then it dawned on her why. A few minutes later, she found her own car parked four or five spaces farther down. She loaded her bags into the car and drove to the police station. The sergeant to whom she told the story couldn't stop laughing.

He pointed to the other end of the counter, where four pale men were reporting a car jacking by a mad, elderly woman described as white, less than five feet tall, glasses, curly white hair, and carrying a large handgun. No charges were filed.

If you're going to have a Senior Moment, make it a memorable one!


Update: It has all the markings of an urban legend and indeed, it seems that it is. Still, it hit her funnybone dead center.
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Santa's "Elves" 

Rodger always finds/creates the best pictures.

Looks like Santa fell in with some naiads!

"Hohoho, oh wait, bring that back! Hoho, woo! Um, hoho, oh my that's naughty, hohoho!" Posted by Picasa
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Where Are We? 

Approximately 235 years ago, our forefathers came together to create a common government for the thirteen newly independent states. This government, a republic, was limited in scope and power by its constitution. It was also supposed to be a federation or federal government of the existing state governments, subordinate to them, as opposed to a national government which would be above and superior to the state governments. Somewhere in our history, the system failed and the federal government exercised a prerogative or power not provided for in our constitution. At this point, our constitution's amendment procedure failed, which meant that the constitution had failed in its entirety and unknown to those who should have been concerned, it was on this day that our Republic died. The stage was now set for our federal government to transform itself into a national government not bound by constitutional provisions or considerations.

Once the dam of our Republic had been broached, no matter how minor and innocuous the break, what followed was inevitable and preordained. The trickle would become a stream, the stream would grow into a river, the river into a torrent, and finally...
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About That Draft... 

U.S. soldiers in Iraq opting to re-up by the thousands
BUHRIZ, IRAQ - It was nearing midnight as Pfc. Nicholas Outen and his platoon moved silently down an alley in this Sunni enclave of canals and palm groves, on a night of raiding houses with the Iraqi police. The patrol paused, and Outen had just crouched at a street corner when a large blast threw him backward.

'I saw a flash and a boom and was smashed against the wall,' recalled Outen, 20, of Baltimore. His shoulder was ripped by shrapnel from a bomb that exploded 15 feet away, killing an Iraqi policeman. Five in Outen's platoon were wounded, including his team leader, Sgt. Nathan Rohrbaugh, who lay bleeding on top of him.

The Nov. 17 attack would draw together an already tightknit platoon, now on its second tour in Iraq. For Outen, it was doubly significant: On the same day that he became eligible for a Purple Heart, he reenlisted in the Army.

Across Iraq, U.S. soldiers risking their lives daily in combat are also re-upping by the thousands, bolstering the Army's flagging manpower at a time when many young Americans are unwilling to serve.

Since 2001, the Army has surpassed its retention targets by wider margins each year, showing an unexpectedly robust ability to retain soldiers in a time of war.

While the force is facing a shortfall in recruitment of new soldiers, it raised its retention goal this year by 8,000 people and still exceeded it, with nearly 70,000 soldiers, or 108 percent of the target, choosing to stay in the Army.
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That is so encouraging! Men and women of the Armed Forces, I salute you! Thank you!
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Saturday, December 24, 2005

Merry Christmas! 

Ed note: This is a "best of" post, first published December 2004.

In recent years past, we have put up only a small tree on a high shelf, because Daisycat was afraid the cats would pull down the ornaments and break them. It was not an uncommon experience with the regular tree, even before we had as many cats as we do now, to wake up and find a couple of broken ornaments on the floor. This year she declared that she wasn't going to put up the tree at all.

Well phooey on that humbug! I thought, "If the cats love the Christmas tree so much, then why not put up a tree just for them?" That's just what I did!


From the time the boxes came out, the cats were very attentive to the process.



Roscoe wasted no time getting into the tree, even before it was all assembled!


Jasmine checks out the new interesting smells.


The secret is a solid foundation. Here the tree stand is firmly duct-taped to a full bucket of joint compound,


which is hidden behind a skirt.



With the lights on and a string of beads in place, it's time for...the DECORATIONS!


Mousies galore, crinkle balls, jingle balls--all hang on the tree as ornaments. Roscoe goes straight to work on them.


Wow Dad! This tree is INFESTED with mices!



Meanwhile Poochie has found the catnip container, and is getting a little silly.


The tree gets a generous garnish of catnip, just to make it extra appealing. Bob thinks he found something in the carpet.


Yep, its catnip!


Sam, our resident catnip lush, is flying high!


"Whoa dude! That's some premium quality green there!"


The fun's not over yet. Our newest game -- "laser bug" -- provides us with hours of entertainment.



Merry Christmas
To my readers
Whether frequent or rare
May God richly bless you
And keep you in his care.



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Thursday, December 22, 2005

Edjumacashun 

"The system is not designed to educate. It is designed to produce people who sit down, shut up, raise their hand before they speak, stand in line, and obey authority." -- Nate
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Conservation 

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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

'Twas The Night After Fiesta... 

Do I dare claim this child as my own? I am so ashamed!

But alas! This bastard is my own creation...

Bane was waxing poetic on one of his favorite topics again here--so much so that I encouraged/challenged him to set his verse to the cadence of "Twas the night..."

Unfortunately he declined the task, preferring instead to post a haiku. So, not wanting a good idea to go unused, I picked up the idea and ran with it.

Now before we proceed, please note that I have placed it "below the fold" for your benefit, you of my readers who have sensitive dispositions and an aversion to the scatological. Please be aware that if you click on the link below, I cannot be held accountable for your final state!

Ok? Then here it goes: Bane's Holiday, by Desert Cat

"Bane's Holiday"
By Desert Cat

'Twas the night after fiesta and all through the houses,
Every bowel was moving, even the mouse's.

Cotton was stuffed in the ears for good measure,
Though the movement felt good, the sound wasn't a pleasure.

The children were all perched o'er their outhouse holes,
While visible creamed corn swirled in the bowls.

And I with my Penthouse and cigar (two-bit),
Had just settled down for a damn good long shit.

When out of my pipes there arose such a clatter,
I thought to myself, "What the hell is the matter?"

I braced myself hard on the rim with my feet,
Tossed aside the magazine and snuck a quick peek.

The moon was reflected off toilet bowl waters
While Gargantua presided like Father of Fathers.

Then what to my wondering eyes should descend?
The Mother of all Turds! And there seemed to be no end!

More rapid than eagles the courses they came,
And I whistled and yodeled and called them by name.

"Out black beans, corn salsa! Hot minestrone!
Come half-chewed corn chips and Chili Con Carne!

From the top of the bowl to the top of the wall,
Now splash away! Splash away! Splash away all!"

As dry heaves that after a wild party I sigh,
When they meet with more food, the chunks they will fly,

So up to the house top the courses they flew,
With raisins and walnuts and Sloppy Joe's too!

Finally spent and exhausted, I raised up my ass.
The entire house reeked of natural gas!

The mass--how it glistened! The veggies so merry!
The coils looked like hoses, the top like a cherry!

Though the heap was so broad and really quite smelly,
It shook when it moved like a bowl full of jelly.

I spoke not a word but contemplated my work.
I'd even filled my own stockings--I felt like a jerk.

The stump of my stogie held tight in my teeth,
And the smoke of it encircled my head like a wreath.

Absently laying a finger aside of my nose,
Flicked an ash, **FOOM!!** Out the chimney I rose!

And I yodeled quite loud as I flew out of sight,
"Bah, humbug to Christmas, and to all a Good Night!"



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update: Ok, after this, I'm *really* going to need to burn this blog down, scrub the ashes with household bleach, and start over.
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Monday, December 19, 2005

What We Have Here... 

...is a failure to care.


All the stuff going on in Iraq and here at home, and I can't muster what it takes to comment on it. Someone else has surely already said it far better than I could.

Oh don't get me wrong. I do care about it all. I've been suffering from opinion burnout though. Except when it comes to civil liberties issues. But I really have nothing new to say there either. It would be easy to bury my head in the sand and say the War on Drugs doesn't affect me personally, since I don't use. But with head above ground it is difficult to miss how it affects everyone, and negatively affects my hopes for any return to limited government and liberty as a priority in this country.

Still, how many times can I point at the same thing and say "this sucks!" without me being branded as a one note wonder?
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Friday, December 16, 2005

Tampon Crafts 

Ok, I knew there had to be more out there than the "tampon angel" project. Sure enough. *ahem*

Your period comes every month, but Xmas comes only once a year. So bring that menstrual joy to this holiday season with these tampon tree decorations. From a string of tampon lights to a star at the top of the tree, feminine hygiene has never been so festive!

Welcome To Tampon Crafts
dead mousie to SondraK

Whassamatta with me that I find these so funny?
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Woomba 

O-boi! *snork!!*
Woomba
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For Real? 

I'm still trying to figure out just how "for real" Twenty Major is. I mean there he is, obviously, hilarious old coot that he is.

But that's one of the questions I have. How old is he anyway? I have some trouble believing that picture in his profile is for real.

This looks more like an ancient Chinese fellow to me, not a half-cracked Irishman.

He's kind of like Esther Wilberforce Packard that way. It's tough getting a sense for the real person behind the persona. I'm finally convinced Ms. Wilberforce-Packard is a whole lot younger than I think a lot of people had originally guessed. She pulls off the cantankerous old woman act marvelously, but I'd be surprised if she's a day over 35.

Twenty Major really could be an old coot. But there's no way that's his picture. None of this really matters though, as his yarns are consistently hilarious.
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Monday, December 12, 2005

Hubris at Wizbang 

Well Steve H. has closed comments on a couple posts regarding his blogwar with the Wizbang wankers, so I'm reduced to snarking on my own unread blog. This is not the first time the boys at Wizbang have stepped on their own dicks, and is part of why they rank quite low on my daily read list. Honestly I haven't clicked on the sidebar link in months. I should really move it to the "Also visited places" category. Or just drop it for lack of interest.

Hey, I'm not in their silly rigged contest, so I can say what I want, right? Not like they've ever thrown *me* a link.

Steve H. on the other hand, is a daily read. While I couldn't give a rat's patooie about his ongoing Nigerian scammers saga, the rest is almost always entertaining.

More from Steve: Hog On Ice
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What's Wrong With the Drug War 

Plenty here to peruse:
TheAgitator.com

via Bane
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Patriot Act Targets Meth?? 

Well looky looky! And WHAT does meth have to do with terrorism?

That's right. Zip. Zero. Nada!

"But...but meth is BAD!"

Yep. Sure is. But those of you who disparaged the idea that this act would never be (mis)used for purposes other than fighting terrorism had BEST GET STARTED MUNCHING ON THAT NICE "TASTY" CROW now!

The Washington Times, America's Newspaper
A conference report by Senate and House negotiators to extend for four years provisions of the USA Patriot Act includes a comprehensive anti-methamphetamine package restricting the sale of products containing ingredients needed to cook the drug and providing new tools to police and prosecutors to combat dealers.
Sens. Jim Talent, Missouri Republican, and Dianne Feinstein, California Democrat, said the Combat Meth Act -- together with anti-meth measures championed in the House -- were included in the Reauthorization Conference Report filed Thursday.


Thanks to you bunghole-warriors all of my future purchases of cold medicine will now feel like a visit to a third-world dictatorship. My snot-clogged nasal passages blaat a loogie in your general direction!

dead sinus-congested mousie to K
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Thomas 

Random cat photo time: this is Thomas, the newest addition to the outdoor crew. From whence he comest, I know not, but he is now one of us.

Actually he looks substantially more robust now than he did when I took this photo two months ago. Amazing what a little food can do!



I'm home sick today, mopping up a persistent cold, and watching the birds outside the window. There have to be fifty to seventy-five red finches in the trees above the feeder. They swoop in and out of the feeder like it was Grand Central Station--three or four at a time, and another swooping in the moment one leaves. There are also at least twenty or thirty gold finches that swarm the thistle feeder too. And both groups are constantly in and out of the fountain for a drink or a splash.

Finally the rock doves and white-wing doves get bold and land on the sidewalk, picking through the seeds that the finches knock loose. Rumsfeld, slumbering under the bushes, is roused and crouches--pounces!

One hundred birds take flight in startling unison, like the twitch of an arm. Rumsfeld comes up empty handed as usual, but searches the skies in vain for a few moments before climbing back under the bush.

I love birds! They make great cat entertainment.
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Another Great Holiday Craft Idea! 

Running out of gift ideas? Still have one more crazy aunt to shop for? Here's just the thing to make your list complete!

How to make bedroom slippers out of maxi pads

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The 40 Most Obnoxious Quotes For 2005 

The 40 Most Obnoxious Quotes For 2005
And leading off the set, we have this classic from Drew Barrymore:
40) 'I took a poo in the woods hunched over like an animal. It was awesome.'

FFS!! Way TMI...

Read the rest.
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Christmas Carols for the Reality Challenged 

e-Claire has a good *snorfle* here:


Schizophrenia -- "Do you hear what I hear?"

More. Oh yes, many more!

dead mousie to Rodger
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Saturday, December 10, 2005

And Now, A Blast From Christmas Past! 

A "unique" handcrafted holiday gift-giving idea:


Tampon Angel
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Thursday, December 08, 2005

Salad Anyone? 

I-10 reopens after closure near Cochise County line | www.azstarnet.com
Interstate 10 is open again after a 5-hour closure due to a crash involving a semi-truck that rolled over.

The truck's trailer split open, dumping a load of lettuce that covered both eastbound lanes and one westbound lane, DPS officers said.

The crash happened around 8 a.m. near Marsh Station Road. One person was hurt, but the injuries were non-life threatening.
No information on how many heads rolled.

Daisycat finally made it to work shortly before noon, so it couldn't have been closed for five hours anyway.

I don't know. Does it really take that long to clear tossed salad from the freeway?

More here.
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How To Bypass Voicemail Hell 

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Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Santa Claus Day 

Do not forget! Today is the Feast of St. Nicholas!



Today marks the beginning of gift giving in the Cat household.
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Real Research 

This link has a discussion of some of the current and ongoing research into medical marijuana:
CCRMG--What Every Doctor Should Know About Cannabinoids
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Monday, December 05, 2005

More Drug War Lunacy 

Have you tried to buy a cold remedy lately?



More statist over-reach. More nanny-state-ism run amok. Maybe next they'll issue lollypops and require us to wear diapers, then expect us to coo as they wipe our bottoms for us.

"But...but...meth ruins people's lives!!"

Yeah it does, and so does alcoholism. Funny how the cure in that case is rehabilitation, not harrassment of beer drinkers. "What do you plan to do with that keg, buster? Get DRUNK!?"

I dare you to try buying more than one box of nasal decongestant at your local drugstore now, and see if that comic is not the way you are treated.

dead mousie to Dadcat

Update: Today I picked up a prescription and saw that "Wal-phed" was on sale, so I brought the card to the pharmacy to purchase two boxes. Well lo! As of today you need to donate a pint of blood and pledge your firstborn son! No, but you do need to show your driver's license. The pharmacy clerk has to copy everything on your license down into a ledger and then asks you to sign the ledger next to your information.

Yes, that's right folks! The purchase of every single OTC cold remedy that contains pseudoephedrine now requires this level of intrusion. Not to mention what it does to the lines at the pharmacy counter!

Do they really think this will magically solve the meth problem? An article in the local paper yesterday was about how the Mexican drug gangs are gearing up to supply meth to American users. Surprise surprise! Now instead of mom & pop meth labs, the production and distribution will be in the hands of violent cross-border gangs like MS-13 and others.

There's "Your Government At Work"!
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Friday, December 02, 2005

Girl 2007 Project 

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Traditions 

Baking my holiday fruit bread yesterday, I was struck by how like last year things are this year. I was following my posted recipe from last year as I mixed ingredients, and noticed how the photos on the screen matched the scene in front of me. Max was still perched on the refrigerator, watching the undertaking.

Cookie Bear still oversaw the blending of the batter from his corner of the countertop.

Same mixing bowl, same wooden spoon, same can of Clabber Girl baking powder (almost gone this year).

It was a peculiar feeling, but comforting as well. In the midst of a tumultuous world and an uncertain future, it is nice to know that some things stay the same.

This is the value of traditions. It is not necessarily that they are the "right" way to do something, though many things become traditional because they are proven to work. But they provide a foundation, an anchor point and a structure within which to live one's life. Very few people can live comfortably with complete unpredictability and chaos. Even such simple things as certain bedtime rituals or patterns of daily activities give structure to many people's lives, whether they recognize it or not.

In "tradition bound" societies, individuals may feel they don't have the choices they wish to have to fulfill their personal vision. But in this country, where being "tradition bound" is anathema and flinging convention to the wind is done for sport, there is very little that gives structure to life unless one deliberately seeks out and claims for oneself traditions that meet one's needs for structure and continuity.

Daily habits are one thing. But traditions that span years, decades, and even generations do far more to give a person a sense of place in the cosmos, and a certain kind of mental and emotional security that mere physical safety cannot provide.
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Squeam 

Blogdaughter K and I have been discussing the peculiar physical reaction that some people have when seeing or discussing blood, needles, etc. here.

Well what should I do day before yesterday, but gash my hand open. In the brief glimpse I took right when it happened, it appeared to have cut completely through the skin for about a half inch. Of course I had to struggle mightily to maintain consciousness as I tended it. But I got the bleeding under control with cold water and an ice pack, while my ears roared and my vision narrowed to a tunnel.

Below the fold is a "nice" pic from yesterday.


If you click on the picture, a larger version comes up.

I tell you what, triple antibiotic ointment is a miracle drug. The few times in my life I've sliced myself open really good, I've always kept the wound covered in triple antibiotic, and the wound has always healed nicely. This time doesn't appear it will be an exception.


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