Finally A Diagnosis

I'm still having problems with
the Windows BC program that
I have to use at work. However
now I finally have a diagnosis.
It seems that I just don't tap my
touch-pad; No, I stomp on it. That's how I channel all my rage over having to use this POS program. I bounce my finger on the pad and vibrate it at a thousand HZ like I'm trying to squish an ant. My Super-User diagnosed my problem and said it is a common gender-based malady that
afflicts older men whose jobs are turned upside down by bureaucrats.

I am making a noble effort to overcome "angry frustrated
professional finger syndrome."Meditation along with breathing exercises and medication are helping me to touch the mouse-
pad lightly and just once. I do regress once in a while when the simplest task requires me to click,
sign, drag, click, refresh, click, open, sign, cancel, refresh, enter, finalize, click,exit.....

However, I find comfort knowing
my condition is treatable.

BP Oil Spill Screen-Saver

I have found a new relaxing screen saver. Just sit back and view an ocean of oil right in our backyard. All we have to do is suck the oil out of the water; it's like a big storage tank. Oil and sea water don't mix. Even ships use sea water to fill their fuel tanks when the fuel is low to maintain ballast.

Some people think this is Armageddon. It's a hole in the earth that is going to become the abyss for the beast and the false prophet to escape from Hades. It's a big old mess but when the relief wells are working it will stop. In a few years the gulf will recover and produce more oil and seafood. Sea food is 1% of the Louisiana economy, oil is 16%, it doesn't make sense to shut down the oil industry. We are Americans, we can solve this problem and clean up this mess. Since we are witnessing the apocalypse let's remember what John the Divine wrote:

And I heard what seemed to be a voice in the midst of the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius, and do not harm the oil and wine!"

I will admit it, I own B.P. stock. Probably a third of Americans own some B.P. stock, whether they realize it or not. Let's not kill what's left of the economy by driving gasoline prices up to $7/gal. Remember last winter--- we are not going to stay warm this winter using pin-wheels or " bois de vache" (cow chips) for fuel. So in the mean time relax and watch the natural gas and oil spew forth and console yourself knowing we are sitting on an ocean of oil. Besides the real disaster is taking place in Washington D.C. The hemorrhaging red ink makes the gulf look like the driveway beneath my Oldsmobile.

Another great "small film"

I'm so lucky to have two independent movie theaters in my area. Hollywood has really become the cesspool of schlock . I listen to reviews of the latest blockbusters and it seems even the talking heads have trouble finding anything to rave about. There are certain key phrases that let me know they really suck. Great animation (Avatar) translates to: flakey new-age vacuous plot. Great action (Prince of Persia) translates to: thoughtless remake of thoughtless remake (The Mummy) of great original action movie (Indiana Jones). I'm not going to pay money to see some mindless sequel whose best review starts with "It's not that bad." I have heard that the latest Shrek is just a collection of outtakes off the cutting room floor without any real story at all (and that was from a Shrek fan).

Without having access to indie films I'd probably go to the theater once a year. It's like what's happening with music, the real stuff is being done in basement studios while the "big labels" are recycling worn out has-beens with bling and synthesizers for a dumbed-down audience that tells themselves "it's not that bad". If you're wondering about a movie you should preview the trailer. If the trailer contains any of the following you should just skip going to see the movie:
people shooting handguns sideways
blue people with walleyes
zombies or vampires
body counts in the double digits
a dozen formerly famous actors
produced in Hollywood

Oh My "God T.V." network

When we got Satellite TV we got about 200 channels. In an effort to prevent endless channel surfing CP narrowed down our favorites to about 40 channels. I really don't need ESPN Ocho,
the gardening channel, fitness network, the 24/7 juicer channel and the Erotic Boutique. I think in my quest to remove tasteless programming I'll remove God TV, The Inspirational Network, and Word Television. I feel bad about this, but it seems to be the most bizarre vacuous self-centered preaching I've ever heard.

I can just imagine what the non-Christian must think when he happens upon this "carnival of souls." It seems that the gospel message is like a raisin hidden in a huge Caesar Salad. Occasionally there is a real Bible study, but most of the time it's one thirty minute Beg-a-thon after another. The majority of the teaching includes:
the church's relation to the modern state of Israel (like the Jews haven't suffered enough)
the old canard of Seed-Faith (sow here please)
the discredited prosperity doctrine (hard to sell in a global economic collapse)
Yay-God Music (lyrics, melody, talent optional)
Holistic Medicine (spend a fortune to keep your soul out of heaven)

There is nothing new under the sun. Christian broadcasting is now selling dispensations at a rate that would make a medieval Catholic Bishop blush. One of the name-it-claim-it (blab it and grab it) preachers was praising Tiger Woods as a great example of the product of quality mentoring. Obviously, this message was a bit dated. The less said about Tiger, the better. I listen attentively to these guys and gals but I can't understand a thing that they are saying, or what it has to do with God. I thought I was watching Louis Farrakhan for while after hearing this preacher add up a dozen unrelated numbers to make some inane point about 9/11. I can't take it, I can't watch another lady breathing like she's in labor while occasionally getting sucker punched by the Holy Spirit. I don't mean to be critical, I'm well acquainted with Spirit Filled worship and I'm not ashamed of it, but I wonder how this goofiness and self indulgence looks to the non-believers.

Before Computers

When you own a car that's more than 15 years old you learn to key in on noises and smells. Take my 93 Olds beater. I noticed the faintest smell of ethylene glycol (anti-freeze) in the garage in the morning. Since it blew a heater hose about 6 months ago my alarm level is low, because I think it might be some residual odor from that. Now the Olds has a coolant overflow reservoir the size of a gerry-can that has long ago lost its transparency, however, with a lot of jumping on the bumper I think I can get a glance at the fluid level which appears stable. While driving home today I heard a squealing when I turned the steering wheel. I'm hoping it's the car next to me, but then I realize I hear it only when I turn my steering wheel. I pull over, lift the hood and I see the water pump dripping coolant on the serpentine belt. I'm not surprised since it's the original water pump and it has lasted 18 years and 170K miles.

Meanwhile, CP's 2004 Honda Element with 64 K miles on it throws a computer code. The little "D" on the dash starts blinking. The manual says this means there could be a problem with the transmission. The "D" never starts blinking again but we have to go to Honda to make sure CP wasn't hallucinating. Honda tells us the third gear solenoid is weak and it may fail in the future and the car wouldn't go into third gear. Well, with this prophecy in our future we get it fixed. We didn't have any problem, but we did have a computer telling us their was a problem in our future. No noise, no smoke, no smell, just a flashing "D".

I think it wasn't till I was forty years old that I owned a car that was new enough that random sounds and smells didn't cause a panic. It wasn't till I owned a Honda that my reaction changed to "that must be the car in front of me". My Olds has a transmission that occasionally takes about thirty seconds to engage when you put it in drive. It's not my favorite get away car. If my Olds had the same computer as the Honda, I'm sure the dashboard would be lit up like a Christmas Tree. Every system is about to fail and functioning well beyond its life expectancy; like its owner.

Bath Time

Father's Day is coming up. If you forget, there are more where this one came from!

Babba

Bo has a new stylist

A "Splice" of Fright

I enjoy Sci-Fi. It doesn't have to be
high budget but it has to make sense.
It has to be believable. That's where
most sci-fi falls short. Perhaps
believable isn't the correct ingredient
when talking about Sci-Fi; it has to be
honest and make sense within the
framework of fantasy.

Splice, starring Adrian Brody and Sarah
Polly, is good Sci-Fi. The plot comes right up to the
edge of plausibility, the characters are
developed to the point where you care about
them. Although the genetic lab has all the
ambiance of a body-shop, and the couple just
happens to have an abandoned nearby family
farm in which to hide their little mutant love child,
and their scientific methods are
reminiscent of Julia Child, these only make
this deranged duo more likable. It also has
the right amount of blood and gore. I thought
the retractable wings the mutant developed at the
end weren't necessary. But it was well acted
and it ended in a crescendo of fright;
which, after all, is the purpose of horror.

I give it four stars, but I'm a Sci-Fi fan.

Helen Thomas tells Jews to go back to Germany

The real face of antisemitism. Not too pretty, eh? She must have got hold of B. Hussein's teleprompter. She's a two berka babe; a gal that's so ugly that when you take her on a date you wear a berka also, just in
case hers falls off.

Ice Road Truckers Return

Yippie! The next season of Ice Road truckers has started. What a relief to
see Americans that still have jobs. Why are these
guys and gals out there risking their lives and breaking their asses? It's not for Obama.

It's funny I don't see any Prius's out on the ice.



Below that ice is an ocean of oil. That's more long chain hydrocarbons than all the corn in Iowa. We actually can get this energy without kicking the floor out from under the tortilla market. There is an old saying "you don't burn your food and eat your garbage".

This is a well head on the North Slop of Alaska. It's not a hundred miles from shore or a mile down on the ocean floor. If it did blow out it would be controllable. But it's not about the American people; it's about the Euro, the Bilderberger's, the Trilateral Commission and the House of Saud.