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We were at The Dude and Crazy Cat Lady’s Cat ranch for the Xth annual bonfire and Roman Food Orgy.


We ate more than was healthy, and then we ate more than was safe or reasonable.

I am STILL waddling.

Here is how my plate went down…

BBQ pork (shredded), bulkogi beef, corn chips, cheese-distillated (fractionated) product, synthetic onion-flavored sour-cream dip, spaghetti, horseradish, seconds on bulkogi beef, two chocolate-chip cookies, two slices of pumpkin bread, two halloween-style sugar cookies, and a bottle of tonic water.

Lots of kids were there and a number of friends, too. The Dude, ID10T-Killer, Black Lab on Crank, and Tenacious Bulldog.

Prometheus brought fire, too, I guess.

After test driving my iPad briefly (only three hours after I used it 10 minutes following the three hour setup), I heard Cruel Wife go “OOOOOOH” and at that point I knew we were going to go buy her one as well.

I can see how we’ll get our money’s worth already. They keep the kids quiet on car trips – using Angry Birds. I can see how Cut the Rope will be a useful tool as well.

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Our cat – Jack – has been whizzing all over the house, and I don’t mean “moving fast”.  It all started about the time he snuck outside and stayed there the whole day – shortly thereafter my dad came to visit for four days with his wife.

He’s whizzed four feet off the floor.  I can’t do that, so I have to wonder what kind of internal pressures cats are capable of.

At the vet’s office they looked at his urine test results, stuck a thermometer up his butt (at which point he lost his cool about the whole “let’s go to the vet” thing), palpated everything (hiss, phffffft), looked at his eyes and teeth (phffft, phfffft, growl), and checked his paws (double helpings on everything all around).

The vet concluded what I could have told him – that it was behavioral – and I knew this to 99-and-four-nines percent certainty.   Odds are that the black cat who keeps going through our yard is freaking him out and dad’s visit didn’t help matters.

What was the doc’s advice?  10 mg Amitriptyline once daily.  Great, my cat is on antipsychotics.

Of course we all knew that cats are psychotic furry little animal-world gangsters, anyway.  Or small irritable french women in cheap fur coats.

And at the pharmacy the gal asked if I was from Texas.

No, but I drove through northern Texas once.  No family there, either.

I found out that there is another me, by the same exact name, in Texas.  He has a Jack, too.  A dog though.  I told the gal that the odds weren’t high for that combination and she thought it strange, too.  Good thing the other me’s dog wasn’t a cat or I’d have gotten wiggy.

I got home and threw a pill down his gullet.  He’s been waaaaay sleepy ever since.  Kind of nice because he’s not picking on his sister.


Cool science thing for today… using DNA to order quantum dots.


Mmmm… Mobius bacon.  The plan was to put this over two eggs sunny-side up with a few IED’s next to it all and call it the “Grand Salaam Breakfast – Two Mobius Strips and Moons over IED’s.  But gosh-darn it, I’m tired and it was frankly starting to look like too much work.  So anyway, there’s some mobius bacon.  Wonder how it’d look on a tote or a t-shirt…

In related news, I gave up trying to do a Klein Pig.  Maybe later.  It was making my brain smoke.


That’s funny… the guy has never been known for his sense of humor unless you thought he could walk on water, in which case you had to laugh at his jokes, or else be left behind after the Rapture.

“That’s why all his confirmation — all the answers at his confirmation hearings will be in a form of a question,” Obama said to silence.

“That’s a joke,” he reminded the audience.

Obama’s lead souffle falling as he babbled about nominating Richard Cordray to run the consumer bureau

Thing is, Big O, if you have to tell someone it is a joke you might as well not draw attention to yourself with an even more awkward thing like saying “That’s a joke”.  Because then it’s like wrassling a girl – if you win, you beat a girl – if you lose, you got beaten by a girl.  If you have to say it was a joke then either yet again no one will find it funny – OR – they’ll do this little pity-chuckle which is even worse.   You lost, man – let it go.


Hey, good news kid!  You get your cast off today!  And then you get a new one after the re-attachment surgeries to put your fingers back on.  Way to go, dad.

more later

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Yay!  MESSENGER successfully went into orbit around Mercury tonight.  An awful lot of us breathed a sigh of relief.  There are three options when approaching a planet like they did – (a) You match velocity and make a successful orbit, (b) You shoot on past, or (c) You make a magnificent crater on another planetary body.

The rockit scientists did just fine.  With an 8-9 minute lag in communications (one way), real-time control is impossible, so on autopilot the spacecraft executed a successful burn and decelerated pretty fast (without ABS, I might add) and went into it’s eccentric orbit.  They’re waiting for more telemetry but all signs look good.

From the APL site:

MESSENGER Begins Historic Orbit around Mercury At 9:10 p.m. EDT, engineers in the MESSENGER Mission Operations Center at the Johns Hopkins University Applied Physics Laboratory (APL) in Laurel, Md., received the anticipated radiometric signals confirming nominal burn shutdown and successful insertion of the MESSENGER probe into orbit around the planet Mercury.

The spacecraft rotated back to the Earth by 9:45 p.m. EDT, and started transmitting data. Upon review of these data, the engineering and operations teams confirmed that the burn executed nominally with all subsystems reporting a clean burn and no logged errors.

MESSENGER’s main thruster fired for approximately 15 minutes at 8:45 p.m., slowing the spacecraft by 1,929 miles per hour (862 meters per second) and easing it into the planned eccentric orbit about Mercury. The rendezvous took place about 96 million miles (155 million kilometers) from Earth.

I’ll post a pic in a while of me sitting next to an engineering model of the FIPS instrument (it is attached to the EPPS instrument on MESSENGER).  We were all damn near crazy once we finished the fabrication of parts and built the thing up, but we did it in just under a year.

Here is a picture of a handsome little fella who I happen to know very well standing next to an engineering model of FIPS.  It’s packed with all the gooey sciencey goodness that only Sparks can dream up, folks, and looks just like the thing on MESSENGER, too.  Well, except that the whole thing is alodined and the real thing is covered all over with MLI/ceramic-blanket stuff.  The blanket is like asbestos underwear – keeps the precious stuff from getting too toasty (and can keep your drinks from getting too cold, too).   It also keeps seagull droppings off the instrument.  Now, you may be tempted to say “Oh, that isn’t a seagull-protective cover!”  To which I respond: “How come?  Do you see ANY seagull droppings on the instrument?”

Franken-Boy standing next to honest-to-goodness hardware.

For a size reference, the cylindrical thing pointed up and to the left is the size of a coke can and the whole thing is lighter than a popcorn fart.  There’s so much crammed into that front section alone that it would make your head swim.  As one of the project heads (a Spark) was introducing me to another attendee he said “Well, if you’d known what you were in for you might not have come on board.”  And he was right, I might have run away like a scared little girl.  What a great group of folks though.  I think we all hated each other a bit towards the end but we got over it.

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Christmas Came Early.

OK, this just never has happened before.  Random acts of kindness happen but rarely does someone who knows me look beyond the me channeling House and see what is really behind the facade:  House.

But amazingly in spite of my glaring character flaws Mitchell gave me a Christmas treat that left me speechless.  Literally.

See, it arrived at my workplace. I thought it was optical equipment.  I didn’t look at the box but grabbed a box-cutter and sliced the box open.  I peeled back the wrapping and saw what was inside and said “Huh? This is NOT optics… wah-heyyyy this is nice.”

And then I looked at the sender, back in the box, then the sender, and back to the box.

Sturdy?  You could beat a moose or a harp seal to death with it.

Now I need a leather trenchcoat, leather boots, leather shirt, leather pants… and… no, trenchcoat will do.  Leather boots would be icing on the cake.

Perhaps I’ll do some special blog-art for the near-term until I can figure out why the electrochem-etch power supply I’m using won’t work.  Then I can etch copper and brass as a return gift.


I was looking through old files on my computer.

Years ago, Xatrix/Interplay put out a game called Redeck Rampage, then Redneck Rampage Rides Again, then Suckin’ Grits on 66.

If you ever played it and purchased the Cuss-Pack you knew what the height of entertainment really was.

If someone says “take it down” I’ll un-post this, but for now, here’s one of the “newspapers” that they put inside the shrink-wrapped box.

Redneck Rampage Manual

NEEDED: Wrestling/tractor-pull tickets, any kind, any
bout, as soon as possible — promised the missus to take
her ‘somewhere special’ for anniversary. 555-1973.


Hey Annie,

My neighbor down the road keeps borrowing stuff and not giving it back. Now he’s got my secondbest shotgun and he says he’s going to return it next week but that’s what he said about the canopener and I never saw that again. When I told
him this, he got rude and forced me off of his property. I’m so mad I’m thinkin about “accidentally” driving over his mailbox — maybe his porch, too. Should I?

J. Wilson

Dear J. Wilson

Sure, why not? Just hope that he can’t read this column.


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The Dude/Wilson sent me word of a great discovery.

Makes me happy.  My world is a bit more upright.

Snake Plissken is a Libertarian.   Sweet.

Please don’t ask me who Snake Plissken is if you don’t know.  Just go rent Escape from New York.  Make some popcorn.  Watch the movie.


Y’all know I’m a chilihead.  I am not, however, an imbecile.  An imbecile is this guy.

Filming about ten minutes of yourself after you have just eaten a Bhut Jolokia pepper – a large one.  Whole.

They ought to do an audio recording of him in a few hours when the thing passes clear through his alimentary canal.


Fond of lemurs, I am.  But Slow Loris critters are right up there, too.  Note – they are NOT lemurs, but you’d think so when looking at their eyes.  Simply put, they are primates just like Lemurs, they’re of the same order but not the same infraorder.



Just doesn’t get much odder than this.


1)  I want to do this – prank a cat owner.

2) I never want to do this.  And by “do” I mean ingest it.

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Origami lenses.  Concept isn’t new.  But I hadn’t actually seen them.

Those two pictures should be enough to make you run for a cold shower or some amorous liason with the person/species of your choice (I’m not judging here).

Think of a zone plate but nothing like it and light-years beyond in coolness.

I’ve got photon-envy, this is such a cool way of doing it.  Abberation theory might get a bit deep with all the folds and stuff but I’d suffer through it to get my hands on one of these.   Several holographic setups would have been easier because of tight space constraints.

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This got such a positive, wistful, and “run-for-your-lives-it’s-ThinkGeek” response that I have to make a mini-post about it.

Co-worker ID10T-Killer pointed this out a week or so ago and I finally looked at it in greater detail and agree… I must have one.

In my comment to readers’ comments about yesterday’s posting:

You know you must give in to the dark side, McGoo. It is your dessssssstiny…


A tauntaun-guts sleeping bag!! How awesome is that, huh?

Really.   A dead Tauntaun sleeping bag, with the little zipper thingie that looks like a lightsaber, and the zipper is the ragged cut.

Inside the sleeping bag it looks like… Tauntaun guts.

Go to ThinkGeek, get one, and tell me about it so I can live vicariously through you.

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Note:  Read the post before deciding I’m evil and twisted because of the kitten-title.

But first we’ll look at the Webblog Awards for 2009.

Soylent Green has a listing of the top four vote finalists for the 2009 Best Religious Blog Weblog Award.

The top four vote recipients, in order, were:

1. One Cosmos 253
2. RealClimate 149
3. Hare Krsna 33
4. Wild Hunt. 29 (complete totals are available for vote denialists)




Terror update:

More Ex-Guantanamo Detainees Resorting to Terror, Officials ...

Well, DUH.  They didn’t go to Guantanamo in the first place for bad penmanship you twits.  Who writes this crap?

Jan. 6 (Bloomberg) — As many as one in five former Guantanamo Bay detainees are suspected of or are confirmed to have engaged in terrorist activity after their release, U.S. officials said, citing the latest government statistics.

The 20 percent rate is an increase over the 14 percent of former inmates an April Pentagon report said were thought to have joined terrorist efforts, said the officials, who requested anonymity. The officials didn’t provide the numbers on which the 20 percent is based.

14% and 20% dissatisfaction/recidivism rate, huh?  Do you know that from the magazine bingo-card responses or online questionnaires?


On to the rest of today’s glop.

The USB Doomsday Device Hub.

They offer several possible results to engaging all the mechanisms… bank account drains, interplanetary war triggered somewhere, or perhaps 15 kittens explode.

I love kittens, but for the pure imagery alone I like the expression “perhaps 15 kittens explode”.

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I Bow at His Feet.

Ok, Dyson, you know… the guy with the vacuum cleaners?

In a gorgeous exploit of the Bernoulli principle, has come up with a bladeless fan.

(another link here – the full article)

Geez, I’m going to need a cigarette and a shower soon.  My inner engineer is geeked out.

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I need a cigarette and a shower.  And I don’t even smoke cigarettes.

A vacuum-tube CD player.  Go check them out.


I don’t know why but I suddenly started jonesin’ for all things SteamPunk.  No, wait, I do know why… because I’m working on making that home-made game and decided to do the board in SteamPunk – wood, brass, leather, rivets, gearing, piping… but only elements that harmonize and not overdone.  You gotta know when to leave off.

Here’s another great one.  SteamPunk goggles, which I generally feel are way over-rated but even so these come out leaps ahead.

Trust me, all of us put together can’t afford them.  But notice the irises… it makes my optical blood sing.  Suh-weet and scha-wing!



Went to (Short) Circuit City today.  Loved that store.  Best Buy survived.  Can’t figure it out, but anyway…

They had 40% off all movies in a “Going Out of Business” sale.  It felt like picking over the dead with a mob of 300 in there but I walked away with six movies for $38.

  • Saving Pvt. Ryan – every teenager should see it hell, everybody
  • Big Trouble in Little China – one of my top ten favorites
  • Chronicles of Riddick – dark, brooding, and a total Vin Diesel kickass flick
  • Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix – Hey, it’s Harry Potter, c’mon
  • The Professional (aka Léon) – a VERY under-appreciated movie with two actors I like a lot – Jean Reno and Gary Oldman.  A young Natalie Portman did a good job in it, too
  • Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow – awesome movie

One that I wanted but was too expensive (listed at $21 and 40% off still was more than my limit) was Trailer Park of Terror:


… if Trailer Park of Terror isn’t haute culture, I don’t know what is.  It carries the bouquet of velvet elvis wall hangings, Mojo Nixon or The Reverend Horton Heat, coors beer mirrors, and beer can hats.  Actually I hear the movie has all the benefits of an old fashioned can pull-tab under the thumbnail.

I couldn’t remember which Grindhouse movie was the good one and which was the bad, so I opted out.  The wife didn’t like I am Legend so that was out.  Hancock was good (I’m an extremely loyal Will Smith fan – he’s just good – his scene in I, Robot where he describes how a human would have known better than a robot to save the little ten-year-old girl’s life rather than his because “that was somebody’s baby”… that was good) but the wife wasn’t interested in that.

Anyway, cell-phoned Cruel Wife and asked her if I should look for anything in particular.  She said “Over the Hedge”.  So I looked.  Lots of scuffling with one other shopper whacking me with a bag repeatedly.  I finally said “Look Grandma, you old hag, you need to back off, I have a right to be here too.”

“Get… off… my… foot!”

Oh.  Sorry lady.

The gal at the counter was helpful at first but then she got all bipolar on my ass and she copped an attitude.  All I said was “I can’t find Over the Hedge… could you special order that for me?”

Geez, no need to curse and spit at me, woman.

Would like to have found Ronin as well, but no joy.  The store was emptying fast and the back half of the store was occupied by nothing more than a few jittery patrons, cockroaches, and the occasional tumbleweed.

The lines were jammed full of unwashed masses.  It took 45 minutes to get to the checkout guy, and he looked like someone had grabbed his colon and dragged him ass-first through a knot-hole in a board fence.

Have a better one, buddy.


Working on the board game design still.  Not going to put gears in it, I think.  Will be putting wood, brass, leather, rivets, and even real stone tiles together in one case.

I think it’ll be nice.  Heavy as hell but this day and age of everything being light and plastic… meh.  That’s a problem I have with this generation – cheap plastic and lots of it.  No hard durable made-to-last stuff.  I want to make a game that will last a long time.

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Friday afternoon update to last night’s post…

Is it 5pm yet?


Trying something new tonight.  I’m taking the strange or unusual search terms that led to my site and hunting them down elsewhere since people most assuredly did not find this sh*t on my blog.

Here we go…  (if you are looking for guns/knives go to the bottom of this post)


Lemurs can be cross-dressers.  Cool.  It’s a lifestyle choice.  I get it.


Somehow I bet that shooting himself because his girlfriend withheld sex (1) didn’t do a damn thing for getting any, (2) kind of puts a damper on future activities, and (3) squashes the relationship.

Well, I imagine you can get all the sex you can handle while serving time.


If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime:   Grand Theft Tomater (or) Grand Theft Vegetable (or is it fruit?)

Somehow, the school board seems like the perfect place for him.


It’s a few days old but there is no statute of limitations on cretinism.  If you are gonna steal make sure it isn’t traceable.


I find this odd at best.  She is looking for Lemur breeders?  Wouldn’t asking a guy for a date be less trouble?


This one came from the words “mower tattoo pubes” and led me to this NSFW post


“cannibal who couldn’t get an erection” … WTF?  There were no hits to this that had any relevant relationship between ED and cannibals, although statistically I’m sure it must happens.  If only cannibals had their version of Bob Dole to help cut through the stigma… then I might have a link to post here.


Haggis.  I get hits on Haggis every single day.  Every one.  Without fail.  Go look it up at wikipedia.  It’s really pretty damned gross, but I’d try it once.

There are many recipes, most of which have in common the following ingredients: sheep’s ‘pluck’ (heart, liver and lungs), minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally boiled in the animal’s stomach for approximately three hours.

I happen to enjoy menudo so who knows?  Maybe I’d like this, too.


Guns and Knives haven’t seen my pages in a while…

Weird, unusual, morbidly interesting… DeathWind.

Carbines… I don’t know how to defend it but I like the Beretta CX4 design.  It is a bullpup-derived design but that doesn’t matter as much as “it looks cool” to me.

Gerber Ripstop knife:

For something different – what you might call “high maintenance” but still filling a unique niche.  Tinkerswords.  I like this folding knife.

Self-defense/Tactical Folder Knife - Vicious

Self-defense/Tactical Folder Knife - Vicious

The SOG AccessCard 2.0

Aaaaand SOG’s Kiku, which I’m not going to post a picture of because it is far far outside of my range ($2500) and looking at it makes me weep with longing.


Miscellaneous Crud…

Cynthia McKinney proves that she is high and of very limited intelligence. I love the comment on the FOX website:   “Life must be really scary on her planet.”

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Well, you could call it a waste of time but gosh-darn-it, there are some thing that are ok to waste time doing.

What you should call it is the perfect way to get your co-worker fired.  Two of my co-workers – who both quite “innocently” passed these games on to me “uncoordinated” – have conspired to drag my productivity to nil.  They are in such awe of my capabilities and afraid of my intellect that they ply me with time-wasting games in an attempt to derail me.   But I’m on to them.  I’m only letting it ruin HALF of my workday and spending most of my time at home obsessing about the games.  So there, guys… choke on that.  Really, thanks go to The Dude and Diode-Boy.

The game in the pictures below is a physical simulation problem solving on-line game.  Costs nothing, and you can share your solutions with others once you save them and get the link to the save.  Fantastic Contraption.  You build a thing inside of the light blue box – anything you want – using spinny wheels (left/right), free-spinning wheels, a water linkage, and a wood linkage.  When you build the thing you want built, you hit start.  In the example below there is a pink sphere inside my contraption that is the football and we have to get up the hill under or over all those little orange balls that are shortly going to come crashing and rolling down that hill.  The goal is to get the pink football in that big pink square at the top of the hill.

When you hit start, it will start your contraption to running and then it will interact with the world, bouncing, flying off cliffs, climbing – you name it.

(solution: http://FantasticContraption.com/?designId=806606)

This other puzzle (20 in all, I think) requires you to get that big pink square in the blue staging area into the big pink square on the right hand side.  I just threw out a really smart-assed demonstration using some pretty basic wheels and water linkages in the form of a chain, thinking it would fly off and over the hump by itself.  It worked but not like I’d have ever imagined it.

The next online game is called VectorTD.  You build turrets that have different types of firepower and different amounts.  Some other turrets don’t shoot to kill but they slow the enemy down.  Upgrades boost range and firepower.  You get money per unit of the enemy you kill, and you can turn that around and buy better and better turrets.  Oh yes, you get 20 lives, and each time an enemy makes it through your gauntlet to the end (and pops out at the beginning) you lose a life.  Have fun!

It’s wickedly mindless simple fun but paradoxically it requires good logic and planning to win.  Go have fun.

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Saw this on Drudge just a few minutes ago.  So bleedingly fresh it glistened.  Of course Drudge treated the Edwards Infidelity Files as if that were bleeding edge news as well, and it was weeks old.

FLASH: RASMUSSEN Poll release at Noon Eastern:

47% Favor Fairness Doctrine for Radio, TV...

31% Want Government Requirement for Bloggers to Abide by Guidelines...


That’s nice.

So if those 31% folks had their way, the government would get to tell me what I write, how I write it, and who I allow to have access to it.  I might as ****ing well move to China.  M. Malkin posted on this a long time back (media Fairness Doctrine).


I am an unabashed meat eater, doe-eyed deah included, so this graphic sent to me by a friend doesn’t horrify me, it makes me hungry.  Source unknown, sorry.


Now on to our regularly scheduled dose of drivel.

Well, I knew I needed to get those maps out flat again after shipping them via tube so I did it tonight and snapped some pics.  Even at high res (3200×2400) the detail is just too fine to capture (the maps are that awesome).  I shrunk them down, which is why you’re getting 1024×768 or 1600×1200 and these images don’t do them justice but it gives you an idea of what kind of talent it takes to do something like these.  This was pre-computer era stuff.  Back when things were not quite so rushed, and artisan-level work was more accepted.  I do think the pendulum is starting to swing the other way, however… more quality that lasts and a higher price is acceptable.

I can share jpgs of the maps anyway.  The first one is decidedly un-PC by today’s standards (and I hope the term “PC” dies a horrible death soon – so much so that I won’t use it any more.  So there.)  But you have to remember the context of when this map was made – we were AT WAR with Japan, the country that sucker-punched us at Pearl Harbor.  Not much love for Japan then, which is why it is so amazing that they are now some of our strongest allies.

Based on it’s note of returning some land to China “after Victory” I’m going to assume that it is pre-1945.  If someone knows the actual date of this, let me know.  It is one of my favorites because of the vibrant colors.

This next one is The British Isles.  Got a teensy weensy bit of English in me, and I thought the map was just plain cool.  You’ll hear me say that a lot about these maps, sorry.  Weasel’s Uncle Badger fella over in the UK would probably appreciate this one.  As with quite a few of these, I cannot find a published date on them.  They are indeed old, however.  Yellowed and stiff as old books and papers are known to be.  By the way, now might be the time to take a quick side-trip to her site and check out her furry little critters. They are saccharin-cute.

Note:  Yes, the books holding the maps down are “Snuggle Puppy” and “Thomas the Tank Engine”.

Next is a map of Boston.  Why Boston?  Because I love Boston.  I’ve only been a few times but I am totally fantastically enamored of the town.  Why?  All of it.  Except for the driving, perhaps.  That’s why you use public transport.

Lastly, Germany.  Why Germany?  Because I’m pretty much half german and my surname pretty much demands that I possess this map.


Wow.  I have been selected for a singular honor…

Luckily, I can count on you, Constant Reader to keep this secret hush-hush.  I was contacted today to help a gentleman in need.  Here, I’ll let you read it for yourself…

From: “JOHN PURSEL”<j.pursel55 @geemail.com>
Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2008 17:03:05 +0200

Dear Friend,

I am John Pursel, an American Army Contractor working with the United States Uniformed Services in Iraq.

As you may know everyday there are several cases of insurgent attacks and suicide bombings going on here.Some money in various currencies was discovered and concealed in barrels with piles of weapons and ammunition at a location near one of Saddam Hussein’s old Presidential Palaces during a rescue operation.

Please check: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/2988455.stm

We were able to hide some of the money totalling US$35 Million dollars.  This might appear as an illegal thing to do but I tell you what? No compensation can make up for the risks we have taken with our lives in this hell hole. The above figure was given to me to secure it on behalf of everyone and to conceal this kind of money became a problem for me, so with the help of a German contact working with the UN here (his office enjoys some immunity) I was able to get the package out to a safe location entirely out of trouble spot. He does not know the real contents of the package as he believes that it belongs to an American who died in an air raid, and before giving up trusted me to hand over the package to his close relative.

I have now found a secured way of getting the package out of Iraq for you to pick up. I do not know for how long I will remain here as I have been lucky to have survived 2 suicide bomb attacks by Pure Divine intervention. This and other reasons put into consideration have prompted me to reach out for help. If it might be of interest to you then endeavour to contact me and we would work out the necessary formalities but i pray that you are discreet about this mutually benefiting relationship.

Once l receive a positive response from your side, I will send you the full details of how and where we plan to move the money.These arrangements are risk free.

lf you are sure you can work with us, kindly send me an e-mail through: john1.pursel55@gmail.com  signifying your interest.  l will also give you more details about my person and how we can achieve our goal.


john1.pursel55 @geemail.com

Is that not the most sacred level of trust or what? It must be legit, because it has a news link in it.

Do you personally know of anyone gullible enough to fall for this crap?  Are YOU gullible enough to fall for this crap?  Are you a recovering gulliholic?

I answer “No”, “Hell no”, and “Get out of my face” to those questions.


Olympics Update: China swears that she is 16, so she must be.  I mean, come on, it’s China.  Would they lie?

Bzzzzt!  No, silly, she just graduated from third grade last week.  Granted, educationally this is equivalent to a freshman skill level in the US, but she ain’t no 16 years old.

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