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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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Germany discovers that it is not as socialist as it thought.  Germany rejects European fund for Greece.

And as usual, those who are holding out their hands get pissed when someone doesn’t want to dump their cash in it.


Well, I got my desire to work on the Arcomage Project again.  (Earlier blogaboutit here)

A long time ago there was a game called Arcomage in the larger PC game “Might and Magic”.

It was a card game and you had to find the decks of cards and you could play them in Arcomage games in taverns around the realm.  The graphics were pretty blocky.  Now the game doesn’t play (M&M) since it is so old and the Arcomage game I purchased years ago won’t play because 3DO went DOA.

I decided I would make my own game.  Do the graphics on my own printed cards – only make five sets with a wood case – think of it in Steampunk with a dark wood and brass and leather.  Not sell a one so’s not to infringe on anyone.  Here’s some more samples of what I’ve ended up with.

I’ve dropped it for a long time because of my art mojo ran out of steam and while I was steam free I was learning gobs and gobs about how to get better.  Here is my latest inset graphic for a Succubus card that can be played in the game.  Yes, that is (drool) Salma Hayek.  I softened her up a bit and added some demonic wings to her.  You see this walking towards you there are two options – to be used like a toy sexually until you die or to run in fear and possibly be killed.  I’d have to sit down and think it over.

In response to Aggie’s query:

Oops. Meant to say “run in fear and STILL be killed”.  Given those options, I’d rather not die tired from running.


Pancakes and sausage on a stick – in chocolate flavor.  #8 (got mentioned and a pic)

Our republic is doomed.

And what these guys say about an “Egg Loaf”… heartily concur… jeez, people.


So how *do* you know when you are obscenely rich and might consider a philanthropological outlet for your largesse?

Why, when you buy a Superplexus.

Who is supposed to be honored on President’s Day?

Ibrahaema Doumbouya, 44, of Senegal, said he thought Obama has done enough of a “good job” since being elected to be added to the mix.

“It’d be my pleasure if he got honored for Presidents Day,” Doumbouya said.

Done a good job?  What has he done, exactly?

Anyway, they say Washington and Lincoln.  Okay.  I’m game.  I’m still at work as well, so pardon me if I don’t drop everything and run out to light a taper.

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Update: I know, I know, hard to believe, but just because you’re from Michigan it does not mean that you are a mental giant.


So, last Sunday I’m sitting there with Girlhead on the couch and we’re watching Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe.  Now, if you are not familiar with this show the guy goes around to do jobs for a day and they usually are nasty, hot, smelly, dangerous, and yes… dirty.

Girlhead once said as my wife came in the door:  “Mommy!  Daddy and I are watching Dirty Movies!”   Had to nip that in the bud.  We both knew what she meant (Dirty Jobs) but you can see how that might be awkward at times.

So anyway, we’re watching Mike Rowe at a tannery – he did all the jobs required start-to-finish in order to make leather.

Girlhead turns to me and says “Daddy, what is leather?”

I tell her that it is the skin/hide of cows, deer, or whatever animal you have on hand, and that leather is used in belts, coats, bags, saddles, or whatever.

She looks at me, smiles evilly, and says “What about CHIPMUNK leather?”

A Lakeshore Images picture of an adorable chipmunk.

A Lakeshore Images picture of an adorable chipmunk.

Picture:  Copyright © 1996 – 2008 Jon R. Vermilye  – more of his pics here.

Too small for a loincloth yet still quite valuable.  Cats are good for loincloths.

As Steamboat McGoo put it – I swelled up with pride and could have died and gone to heaven right there.

I asked her:  “Do you have any idea how many ‘munks it’d take to make a leather coat?”

(Evil grin) “LOTS!”

That’s my girl!!!

I suggested last night that her dollhouse could have something very much like a bearskin rug but using chipmunks.  She liked the idea.

She and I also discuss how we think baby animals taste better.  I do believe she’ll be a handful when she is older, but she won’t be lacking in character.


Over at the Wash Post this story came up:

In golf, they call it a mulligan. A do-over.

There’s no formal name for what President Obama and Chief Justice John G. Roberts Jr. did last night.

After flubbing his one role on Inauguration Day — administering the oath of office to Obama — Roberts traveled to the White House to re-administer the oath.

Just to make sure.

“We decided it was so much fun . . .,” Obama joked while sitting on a couch in the Map Room. Obama stood and walked over to make small talk with pool reporters as Roberts donned his black robe.

“Are you ready to take the oath?” Roberts asked.

“I am, and we’re going to do it very slowly,” Obama replied.

After a flawless recitation that included no Bible and took 25 seconds, Roberts smiled and said, “Congratulations, again.”

Oh geez, please everybody just shut up about the lack of bible in this event.  Stop it before it starts.


Somebody tell me why this shouldn’t be charged as “Murder”, not “Manslaughter”.

Another thing that pisses me off is in spite of sexual equality, women still receive the lowest bail every single time.

McKie and Nelson were held in lieu of $200,000 bail, while the judge set Albright’s bail at $50,000 – which the correction officers union said was “appalling.” All three officers were being held in the Westchester County Jail.

The inmates are criminals but they are first and foremost human beings and deserve to not be ill-treated.  (Unless they preyed on children or defenseless innocents, in which case, have at ’em.)


Dick Morris has things to say about Obama being the harbinger of Socialism.  I think he is all too right.  I worry that enough people are not going to think it through and use only short-term-motivated powers of discernment and end up quite shocked at where the behemoth of gov’t is lumbering towards – and by then the momentum will be wicked hideous.


Taking out the trash.

They’ve trucked out 130 TONS of trash after the inauguration.

“There was so much trash left behind. Piles and piles,” Lyons said. “When all those people were there, you didn’t realize how bad it was. But once they left, we saw the work ahead.”

“People left so many of their personal effects. Blankets, sleeping bags,” Lyons said. “Then the places where the vendors were, some of them just left their tables behind

(Nancee Lyons, a Department of Public Works spokeswoman)

They blame the problem on a dearth of garbage cans.  Yeah.  Right.  A responsible adult, when faced with no trashcan, will keep their trash bundled up and truck it out of there themselves.

By yesterday morning, thousands of spent hand warmers were gone. Bottles, cans, wrappers, papers, gloves, hats, blankets, sleeping bags, American flags and folding chairs had been removed, and only flocks of birds were left to feast on high-protein snack crumbs.

The inability of the self-proclaimed party of environmentalists to police themselves is nothing short of astounding.  One could be left to believe that the left doesn’t really believe in their causes so much as believe that they need to belong to a cause.  If so, that’s a sign of an empty person, bereft of self-worth or independent thought.


Speaking of taking out the trash – when is Pelosi’s term over again?

Pelosi said one of her favorite moments from Inauguration Day was when Marine One lifted off the Capitol grounds, signifying former President George W. Bush’s exit from Washington. “It felt like a 10-pound anvil was lifted off my head,” she said.  (source:  SFGATE)

Just what is it going to take to give her that feeling back?  That dropping of a 10-pound anvil on her head.  What a bitch.

Like I said folks, the democrats are showing off their classy composure again.


French Ex-President Jacques Chirac mauled by his maltese pooch.  Man!  Can these guys win any wars whatsoever?  Well, to be fair his dog was depressed.

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