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"oh shite, it's that elitist prick again..."
c'est vrai! c'est moi!
presenting the aberration that was January '02
wha' da fugg?
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the difficult life of a satellite jockey...
Get this - they brought a C5A carrying a military
satellite into KSC - it landed too hard (???) and
damaged an engine, so it's stuck on the runway.
So, they flew in another C5A with a new engine and
it landed too hard (?!!) and damaged its nose gear.
They're afraid that if they try to move it the nose
gear will collapse & they'll have a bigger problem.
With the nose gear damaged they can't offload the
engine to fix the first one. Want to guess which
runway HESSI's L1011 is on? What are the odds? HESSI status on 1.31.02 |
I miss Frank Zappa...
this link and this other,
courtesy
the Band of F***ing Monkies
asterisks theirs...
oh yahh, almos' forgot;
thanks, Frank
extra yummy bonus linkage:
FZ lyrics
1988 Was A Million Years Ago
This Is NOT Guacamole!no no no, to be sure, it is just pureed avocado and has nothing to do with the real deal, which should be lovingly created by hand, and yeah, we will allow some degree of variation, depending on what's available, but a pretty good recipe for the real deal can be found here, altho we prefer the Haas variety of aguacate ourowndamnself (lucky uncle of mine in LA has avocados growing in his yard and boy, are they yummy!), and the basic ingredients should include GARLIC, onions (very finely diced), tomato (ripe, PLEASE, and Romas are fine), a lime to include some acidity & zingy-ness, but lemon will do the trick, recipe mentioned above includes a chile, prepped and diced, and we figure an easy way to deal w/that is just add some of your favorite salsa (& in our estimation the spicier the better because it sure makes you appreciate the cold beer you oughta be drinking alongside). Your recipe can be as simple as this one, and some other variations we have utilized might also include some chopped black olives (or whatever your fave olive may be) and (our really really favorite addition) bay shrimp. This is provided as a public service to the many amongst you who might be considering spending a good part of your day tomorrow in front of a TV screen someplace watching that popular annual event known far and wide as the stupor bowl, and man, DON'T DO IT, unless the weather is SO bad and it only makes sense to stay home, and in that case you are not going to want to make guacamole anyway
(a good guacamole is an excellent accompaniment to a fine champagne!) but instead, maybe some chicken soup (another dish w/any number of possible variations, but just don't screw it up, keep it simple and it usually be yummy!) ohoh, we in danger of digressing. DON'T do the stupor bowl thing, go to a good movie, take a long hike, maybe a drive out in the country somewhere, get up early, hit the road, stop someplace for yummy late brekkie, just stay away from that idiot box and Wing It, 'cause you'll be glad you did, and that stupid game's always
a major waste of time and rarely does a real contest manifest itself...
(oy! got off the subject AGAIN!, Just don't make or buy crummy quac, Okay???)
yesssss, yourstruly KNOWS it is now February, and we will get around to making some manner
of adjustments and focusing of energies towards the revitalization of our little roadhouse
on the info autobahn here, nothing too fancy, to be sure, and certainly Low Tech,
to match our low brow tastes...
holy crap...
this is some weak ass shit...
c'mon, nothing personal, but call it, oh, maybe
another Laker fan, or another white guy who can't jump,
anything but Laker Basketball, and if ya keep that name,
write about the GAME, the fellas playing, give us some insight
Please.... else just change the name...
and while we at it, in the spirit of What The Fuck!?
this is the stupidest shoe thing I have ever seen
(now, i have to say, we talkin' sneakers here & NOT Women's Shoes,
as that is an entirely other story when it comes to silly/stupid)
TWO HUNDRED MUTHAFUKKIN' DOLLARS?
I wish you were kiddin' me, some poor ass schlup in a fourth world nation
might have taken home $1.75 after a long day of making these goddam things...
Michael J didn't wear 'em, nor did he sign the muthafukkas,
and he ought to be ashamed of hisowndamnself for allowing his name
to be used in the marketing and sale of these WAY overpriced sneakers
and NOT standing up and doing the right thing. Mike, Hey You Listening?
YOU GOTZ ENUF MONEY MIKE!!!
I know, there is no accounting for the stupidity of the American public,
they will buy just about any goddam thing, hell, they seem to be swallowing
everything ejaculated by that dumbass tejano in the white house...
MEEEee-ooOOOWWW
more marvelous linkage from Boing Boing,
Stinking Badges
& a very fine collection of goodies at, ahhhhh...
the nutlog? fruitlog? fruit & nutlog? plep?
ah, just go there now!
Sports Question of the Day:
What wasn't part of Arizona State's game plan Thursday night?
answer found below the next four entries
sometimes it doesn't take a lot to make an old silverback happy, & part of the
effort at maintaining our sanity whilst on the j-o-b involves a change of scene,
from previously the smallest work area in the department, to something twice
the size and in another part of the killing floor at fishwrap classifieds...
again, a visit to dle is time well spent,
& checking out the fine minds of the alliance,
whether conscripts or volunteers, s'also worthwhile,
and the usual suspects are all in action these days...
& who might they be, you ask?
a good many of them are also allies,
so if you happen to be new in these parts,
stop a while and check 'em out...
meet Humpy, the dog who humpy humps
by terribly happy, one of the Damn Hell Ass Kings
whoa babee... credit the fishwrap for some o'this linky goodness:
Mark Morford weighing in on why tits&nips give Ashcroft the heebiejeebies
a Chronicle Exclusive? Well, lordy lordy, imagine that!
holy boy! we are ALL in trouble, aren't we?
SF Gate gets a new look ? ? ?
we knew it was in need of something fresh,
but did it have to be UGLY too?
the following bunch of linky goodness inspired by this item:
info link from BAM+PFA
from NYT Specials, Terra: Brazil's Landless Movement
Terra.com/Sebastiao Salgado
from PDN/KodakPro, Legends On-line: Sebastiao Salgado
Time Magazine: Outcast: Displaced People of the World
Masters of Photography: Sebastiao Salgado
Postcard/Calendar
damn! at least we in the Top 10 on this list
better get my tired old ass in gear!
Sports Quiz Answer:
DEFENSE
the return of the esteemed & respected S. Baum
back in the saddle indeed, but just pokin' along these days...
the case of the murderous mammaries...
OhOh! Late arriving update...
falsies?
two words:
American Samizdat
brief note to a few concerned amongst the regular visitors-
some pitas server related technical difficulties will
occasionally make it seem as though we have ceased activity
no, not yet anyway, occasionally just a simple "reload" will
do the trick, but you can always come back later...
The dogs had gone feral. They roamed the countryside in packs, their claws grown long,
their fur thick and unbrushed and tangled with thistles. When the soldiers began marching at
dawn, Leksi counted each dog he spotted, a game to help the time pass. He quit after forty. They
were everywhere: crouched and watchful in the snow; racing through the shadows of the towering
pines; following the soldiers, sniffing their boot prints, hoping for scraps.
The dogs unnerved Leksi. From time to time he would turn, point at the closest ones, and whisper,
"Stay." They would stare up at him unblinking. There was something strangely undomestic about
their eyes. These dogs lacked the wheedling complicity of their tamed brothers; they were free
of the household commandments: Do not shit in the kitchen. Do not bite people.
A silver-haired bitch still wore a purple collar, and Leksi imagined
that the other dogs mocked her for this badge of servility.
that excerpt from "The Affairs of Each Beast" by David Benioff
from the current issue of Zoetrope All Story
we wuz readin' the print edition on the ride into the City this morning
nice pic outta the fishwrap
also out of the same pages,
J.Carroll introduces us to the Arcata Eye
and as usual, Craig keeps kickin' ass
No! Please No! Not my hands, Please!
Snow? no way, really, no, not here...
No Balls? Hey, No Problem
The Universe is full of magical things waiting
patiently for our wits to grow sharper
enjoyed this evening's viewing of Me and Isaac Newton found on the
shelves of our local video emporium. A pair of reviews, one here, another here,
and yes, it is science light, but worth seeking out & viewing, sort of wonderfully
inspirational and motivational. An old Apted interview here, a bit more with him here.
quote above (which opens the film) from Eden Philpotts
Gerda was never afraid...
adios, Ms. G.
Hi There...
what a weekend. details, 'tho only a few,
and a rumination upon things steelydannish here
& as they weren't actually related to our rumination, the following links
that showed up whilst at work in the mining of linky nuggets of goodness
have been left for you hereabouts, related to music in one way or another;
a lot of someone's time has been invested here;
never know when this kind of knowledge may win you a bar bet
these S.D. guitar tabs will make more sense in light of
what you'll find at the ruminations mention earlier,
& musicroom.com seems like it could be handy;
some album reviews by the cigarette smoking man
carrying over leftover energy from C's guitar extravaganza,
for that urge to go electric, clark amps
oh yah, by the way, if you have a habit of stopping by,
be advised that you will now also find some nuggets of
linky goodness provided you at amerikan samizdat
soon as we can think up something we won't embaress ourself with
damn... almos' forgot-
The Nixie Clock Gallery
tippin' the ol'red fez to Tony P
at last,
a subject of worthy study, & beats an MBA anyday:
more homework, please...
wow, it was 20 years ago...our hero arrives at work yesterday and picks up a copy of that day's edition on his way up to Classified Central and there is a story on front page of the sports section about a Superbowl game between the 49'ers & Bengals, and presto, he's in the wayback machine: recalling sailing to Mexico in company of friends George, Patti & excellent gal shipmate from France.
The four of them had come into town that day (at that time anchored in Puerto Vallarta) mainly because Patti & George wanted to find some place with a satellite feed to watch the big game. Picture there alongside is a bit faded, but is of a fine little seafood restaurant where they got lucky & found themselves seated comfortably upstairs, just a few other gringos around, and enjoyed extremely yummy meal & excellent Mexican beer while watching the game. There was one blowhard fellow loudly proclaiming the superiority of the Bengals and broadcasting his wish he could find someone to take him up on his hundred dollar bet that the 49'ers would lose. George and our hero looked at one another and said "OKAY", pooled their meagre wages as "boat niggers" and tried to take the schmuck up on it, only to have Mrs. Schmuck protest and talk her lesser half out of wagering her shopping money. Too bad, 'cause the local boys won that game, and we could've used that extra hundred bucks. ahhhh, the memories...
a few things to pass along to the regulars here:
yesss, it has been a year now, so this list likely to be
even scarier, GWB's first 6 months, from Snappy the Clam;
visiting kate cohen we found this meditation upon blogging.
our hero is not really sure that a weekday off in midweek
such a good idea after all, it's like two weekends in a week,
that can be tough on a fella', gearing up to return to the j-o-b twice inna week...
Hey, What the hell's going on here? Why don't you have Dates on your posts? How's anyone supposed to know how timely your posts are? Don't you care? Why don't you have a Comments function available? or even an Email address? What the hell kind of weblogger are you anyway? Dates?!? we don' need no steeekin' dates! some of the more astute amongst you can figure it out, no doubt. as for the remainder of your questions: NO. like i care what most of you who happen across this site whilst searching for nekkid britney, nekkid nicole, nekkid etc. might think? nope, not one bit. Email? if you really want to find it, it's there, try an archived page weblogging? Is that what I'm doing? well, fuck me! guess I'm lousy at that too! *Infrequently Asked Questions |
our hero was striding manfully down Market Street yesterday morn,
on his way to the killing floor at Fishwrap Central, enjoying the sight of
Tres Belle women-folk on their way to work, school, a morning rendevous...
he passed by stand of flower vendor on street and overhears:
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Who stole the kishka?
Someone bring it back
and somehow or another, it made his morning complete.
a brief (way brief) snippet of this tune here
some of these made our list too...
from Film Comment on-line
Editors' picks here
Fear & Loathing in the 21st Century
courtesy the fine minds at Magellan's Log
alright darlink, come on over here & take a deep whiff,
we not be stinky at all, just tres masculin
our hero worked Monday, perhaps many of you enjoyed the holiday,
he comes home, it is nearly 7pm and whilst indulging
in a nice warming glass of whiskey, switches on the tube.
c-span & Ralph Nader, discussing the Enron shenanigans
something in the backround catches his eye, a banner for
www.citizenworks.com
and sends it out on the urbanjungle telegraph...
link on the c-span televised press conference
(Ralph also clued us in on consumerwatchdog.org &
public citizen leaving our hero shaking his
shaggy visage in recognition of his limitless ignorance)
later, that same evening, inside Castle D'Monquis,
after our educational moments spent w/Mr. Nader, we are doing a little channel
surfing & come across that PBS chestnut Antiques Road Show, who happen to be
visiting Tucson AZ, and some lovely things, as usual, are discovered, but yourstruly
felt priviledged to watch as some dear old fellow had his life changed right before our eyes.
He had come with a blanket given his grandmother's foster father by Kit Carson.
Now that alone, if the provenance could be established, could make said blanket a very
valuable item, but as you can see from this episode detail, this turns out to be an actual treasure, and we are watching the dear fellow remove his glasses to wipe his eyes as
he chokes back tears, while the fellow offering the initial appraisal informs him that his
blanket could be worth as much as $500,000. Ourowndamnself is not a regular viewer of
the Roadshow (nor many other TV shows) but was wonderful to see this little miracle happen.
Some assorted links re Navajo blankets offered here & here;
google results of our search here
Ionian
oh my yess, good golly goshallmighty,
that callipygian marvel of a woman
does make me salivate so...
personal note to the committee that is not S.D., et al;
that Z-man is some elitist wanker, No? & yesssss...
it does take one to know one,
so we'll happily ignore his proselytizing...
& jessferdahalibut, fun w/monkies: link here;
link cadged from that fun loving Band oF Monkies
again, Mr. Z-man, let us be careful about our references to our hairy brethren...
some fuel for the cogitation machine:
a brief NYT item; Dr. Nie, et al @ Stanford;
plus some assorted related linkage here
whilst yourstruly wouldn't describe himself as a "Capitalist" (dear gosh-o-whilikers, no...)
there is much in this brief piece by Joan Ryan that we are entirely in agreement with, so,
how can we effect change on this incredible nonsense that goes on, or are we without hope...
timely headlines, as interpreted by Don Asmussen,
and more of/about D. Asmussen can be found here, here, & here.
and here's some additional linky goodness, discovered whilst perusing
some bloggos favoritos as well as the miscellaneous & sundry
the Sole Proprietor's Journal
y una otra cosa, para todo mis amigas y amigos,
hie thyselves to the latest Ralph, & leisurely peruse same...
on Monday, uncertain about any future w/his employer of the moment. Some email was exchanged, come phone conversations took place, counsel was sought out and acquired and your friend & mine arranged to return to the workplace yesterday. He was surprised & moved by the reaction of his co-workers who were astoundingly supportive with many of them taking time from their day to stop by and pass along a personal word of encouragement and support, many hands offered in friendship, the expression of concern and solidarity made personal by a hand on the shoulder or touch on the forearm, along with words expressing understanding and (strangely enough) some manner of admiration for the action our protagonist undertook the morning of January 14. Some workgroup meetings were held that day in which the department head made an appearance and gave a brief talk centering on the cumulative frustrations & difficulties experienced since late November, and to attempt to explain the whys & wherefores of the decision to revamp the system all are working with. Our foolhardy & mercurial friend did not imagine that this may have resulted from his rather dramatic departure, but hey, whatever works, you know? updates provided as they occur |
little things mean a whole lot
get some Zippy here
lots more of Zippy the P
aiii yi yi!
reasons why fatherhood & yourstruly are
not meant to be, revealed by the astute j.c.
uhh oh...
we know you want one of your very own.
maybe Two? 3? More???
what's the tired ol' fool going on about now?
blogstickers, courtesy LinkMachineGo
Yo! PretzelBreath!
cut this shit out will ya!
& jessferdahalibut, from esquire on-line:
test your pop culture IQ
42 reasons to be optimistic about 2002
also from esquire, The Rules:
Love does not mean never having to say you're sorry.
It means having to say you're sorry over and over again,
in new and different ways, every day, every week, every
month, even when you don't want to, every year, until God
grants you his mercy and you finally, blissfully die.
endured a sleepless night, & to fritter away the hours,
we revisited some of our earlier efforts, & found this, again,
the thirteen scariest white guys in america
Mon Dieu! it's Le Marquis d'Monquis
S.F. Independent Film Festival
hooooohaaahh! looky here, it's Dan,
who really knows how to manage a hiatus...
yo, tony p, you are da man...
an excerpt from recent tony p blog:
so fellas, let me talk to you. jealousy is not your
friend. it doesnt make you seem cooler, or make you look
like you love the girl more. it makes you look like a wuss.
you look weak. you are weak. jealousy is an emotion that
should be saved for fictional tales of the past -
especially if you left the girl who you are now green
because of. if your ex expects you at 10am for your
emotional journey of change, be there at 9:30 with donuts
and daisies. reputation goes a long way and when you're
barely out of highschool you have no clue how much tail
there is out there waiting for you, but let me tell you,
there's more than you can ever imagine, so move on and
drive your ex safely to where she wants to be and get on
with your so-called life.
and if she wants to call someone, let her, and dont pout
like a bitch and if you want to practice being a man, hand
her your crappy cell phone so that people know that she
and her shit are not strewn across I-15 hundreds of feet
from a flipped-over rusty pick-up truck.
holy boy, cracked the DayPoP ToP 40
w/ a little help from our friends...
good advice from jessamyn
w h e w !
Balls!
do not go gentle into that good night...
oh, Yah! looking forward to our dotage...
hohohoheeheeehee...
thanking the fine mind behind gmt +9 for:
monkey painting round-up
Monkeys & Shakespeare?
(muchas gracias a mi amigo SJG of the fruit & nutlog
for that literary monkey business link)
an opinion on Google & Usenet
old world, old school
Coming Soon!
to a life near yours
let's think lunar now...
The Year of the Horse
alongside a look at last year,
(which for many of us was p.d.f.u.)
The Year of the Snake
hey baaaybeeee, what's your sign?