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Ok.  Posing a question here.

How do you know that you are old?

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Well? (No, that pic has nothing to do with this post)

Ok, I’ll tell you how.

You know you are getting old when you arch your back and stretch with your arms up over your head and twist just so and POP happens in your lowest left rib.

It’s a wet-paper-bag tearing kind of pop-like sensation.  It is galvanizing and enough to make you leap off the couch in a jittery-cold sweat.

On Saturday for hours it was a sit-on-the-couch and wait game until Cruel Wife came home, sending the children out on hunter-gatherer missions.  GirlHead can reach stuff up on the counters and shelves as well as dig out everything from the 2/3 mark and lower in the fridge.  MonsterBoy can get shoes, pillows, blankets, and hit replay on Cars, which we watched twice.

It’s the sneezing and coughing that is killing me.  And throat-clearing.  And hiccups.  And deep breathing.

Grown to hate narcotics of any kind over the last two years and that has extended to ibu and tylenol (guilt by association) so we’re just gonna ride this out rodeo style.

UPDATE:  Doc says no office visit necessary (yay!) and that time, heat, and taking it easy is all that is necessary.  This is good, except for the time aspect.  Time is stretched by discomfort, you know.  Good news anyway, because pain when you breathe is kind of unnerving.  Better safe than sorry.

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I can honestly say:  “This will never happen to me.”

Poisonous fish testicles send diners to the hospital.

Well, actually, you might convince me to try Fugu, but not fish testicles.  On a price per pound basis they have to cost more than saffron.

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Talk about making career choices…

Judge Uses Vulgar and Racial Epithets While Charged with DUI

Her end of the conversation, in part, is: “I don’t need a ride home. … I’m a criminal. … What? What? … Well, they got the head n—– in charge and he … Which one, the head n—– in charge? … Washington. OK. That’s H-N-I-G….”

Then she hands the phone to Washington, who talks to her husband about getting the car off the highway. Washington asks, “Do you guys have Triple-A?”

Hearing that, Cofield interjects: “Oh, no. We don’t. We’re ghetto Negroes. We don’t have Triple-A.”

Earlier, when asked if she was injured, Cofield replied: “Yeah, I am. I’m humiliated by your f—–g attitude.”

I’m no fan of police brutality, but I think I’d make an exception here…

Washington asked if she was willing to take an intoxication test. She replied: “Mr. Negro Washington. I need to go to the bathroom, and then I will take the test.”

“It’s Sgt. Washington,” he replied, adding, “Don’t disrespect me, and I won’t disrespect you.”

At another moment, after she had given a urine sample, Cofield asked Washington: “Do you have a reading on my urine test, Negro trooper?”

I need to say that you see these thoughts pop up just enough that you wonder how prevalent it is in the black community.  It isn’t helped much by Michelle Obama, Rev. Wright, Je$$e Ja¢k$on, Sharpton, and other prominent “leaders”.

When asked to sign a form that she understood her rights, Cofield said, “I’m not signing anything, because when it comes down to the bottom line, who’s smarter — me or you? We’ll figure it out, won’t we?”

Asked if she took any drugs, Cofield responded: “Oh, yeah, I’m a crack addict. Do I look like that to you?”

Then she directed her attention to the first state trooper on the scene of her accident and asked him, “Can you tell me why you came first, and then you had to bring him [Washington]? Is it because you had to make this valid by bringing a Negro?”

Think about that:  “Can you tell me why you came first, and then you had to bring him [Washington]? Is it because you had to make this valid by bringing a Negro?”  That tells you what she thinks of whites in general and any “brothers” that work with them. I surely don’t understand this way of thinking.

This is rich:

Cofield was originally appointed in 1991 as the state’s first black female judge after Gov. Lowell P. Weicker Jr. nominated her and legislators confirmed her. She was last renominated by Gov. M. Jodi Rell and approved by lawmakers in 2007. Her current term expires on June 6, 2015.

My guess is that there are provisions in place such that her term will expire a whole lot sooner than that.   According to her it’s probably the “Uppity N______ Judge Retirement Clause”.

Note:  I cannot stand the use of the word, myself.  I use it to mock her attitude.

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Wouldn’t be the first time an officer succumbed to drugs, but not like this.

RIP, Max.

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Foremost, gotta give over some space to the firefighters that died this week.  I didn’t want to post until more was known.  Not that a whole lot is known yet, but initially almost nothing ever is known and lots of what you hear is just wrong.

Here’s part of what is known and the link to it.  Lots of fellow Oregonians there.   It’s hard on the firefighter community – you know it is a risk but it is still hard.  My thoughts and prayers for them and their families. – LK

Nine Presumed Dead in California Fire Helicopter Crash

WEAVERVILLE, California, August 7, 2008 (ENS) – Fire raging through dense forest on a steep hillside in the Shasta-Trinity National Forest is making it impossible for crews to recover the bodies of nine firefighters who are missing and presumed dead after the crash of a firefighting helicopter about 35 miles northwest of Redding.The Sikorsky S-61 contract helicopter assigned to the Iron Complex of fires on the Shasta-Trinity National Forest crashed at about 7:45 pm local time Tuesday during takeoff.

A team from the National Transportation Safety Board is investigating the crash, which occurred in extremely steep terrain with limited and difficult access within the Trinity-Alps Wilderness area. [more…]

Along the lines of fires, here’s a link to a beautiful (and real) fire photo.  I don’t know many firefighters that could look at this picture and not say “Wow.”

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Freedom of Cleverness

NOTE: This next section was meant to be a lot of deep profound cool stuff that pushes the boundaries out.  It didn’t turn out quite like that but I’m not altogether unhappy with the result.

You know, I hate the expression “think outside the box” because cliches tend to pen people in as well (and make you look somewhat like an ass).  Let’s just call these other people free thinkers.  They are not constrained and see the world differently.  You can’t sit down and say “I’m going to come up with something of a quantum leap idea today.”  Some people get them often.  Some never do.  But you NEVER will it into existence on-demand.  Some ideas aren’t of the advance-the-world-for-mankind variety.  It’s creativity, man!

  • Here’s a first example of what I mean.  This is just… elegant.  It’s new.  It is useful.  It is intuitive once you grasp the concept, and the uninitiated pick it up in no time at all.
  • Example two… why, WHY would anyone think (1) to do this, and (2) that it would WORK?  Laminar Reverse Flow, people.  Remember it!  It could save your life.  It might kill you.  Who knows?  Go check out the video.  The pic below is just a teaser.

  • A third example is the type of individual that thinks of trying things that no one in their right mind would do.  Yes, you can dip your finger into a glass of liquid nitrogen (I have) and no harm will come to you (the heat capacity of LN2 is abysmally low and you vaporize a protective layer easily if you don’t dawdle).  But these people fall into another category entirely, kind of like the much-debated (as in, did it really exist) native indian vertical chest suspension, AKA, O-Kee-Pa.  Dipping one’s fingers in molten lead is a leap I don’t think I’d take.   I have, however, touched a piece of orange-hot space tile and it is [expletive deleted] surreal.
  • This gets an honorable mention because it is cool.  I’d never have thought to do it and most of us stop at the sophomoric level of “wash me  :)”   But while this is undeniably a waste of time, it is art.
  • Thinking way-way-way out there, more in terms of how to paint a big red bulls-eye on one’s chest, is Plebian’s hilarious and partially unfortunate accounting in “A Day Chock Full of Life in Huntsville”.   Actually his blog entry is titled “Batting 1.000”, which is probably better.  I love Huntsville and next time I’m there, I’m going to look for that little toy store, right after a trip to Nolan’s Open Pit BBQ.
  • If only this could have been made to work.  How amazingly suited for men is that, huh?  Waterproof furniture…
  • Here’s some free thinking that just might get you that free ass-kicking you’ve been dying for.

Unclassifiable, I think.

UPDATE:  Kwame gets slapped again.  Bitch-slapped.

Update #2 – Oil bubble popping… (gasp)  Speculation did this? Say it ain’t so!!!

UPDATE #3 – if this isn’t the weirdest damn thing I’ve ever seen

I don’t know where to put this one.

I have no idea what the hell this is about either.  The pig didn’t cook nearly long enough for my tastes.

To tweak DoublePlus Undead’s nose, here’s an interesting tattoo.  Laugh, buddy, I’m funnin’ ya.

If you have had a HELL of a time getting NDISWrapper to work on your version of Linux (Wi-Fi for me on Fedora is nonexistent still, even after many builds), this might be an answer.  If I try it and it works I will let you know.  Or if you try it and it works, let ME know.  I’m dual-boot w/ Grub2, default to Winders, and FC6 as my latest favored flavor.

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