Time to shut off the lights here, it started as bitching about work and became a more personal venting space. This is not a bad thing, but now something bigger is happening in my life. If you still want to keep up with me, than go here. Of course I'll stil bitch about work and stuff but a new beginning needs a new blog, I think.

http://stepdad-like.blogspot.com/



Bye

I did not know about the I75/9 mile collapse until this morning. Just a little bit late though.

Yup, I don't think I would have the stones to do that.

Maybe 12 years late, but anyhow unexplained noises in the Pacific, to be specific.

The Bloop



and The Slow Down

Both off the west coast of South America. Hmm. Of course there is some rational explanation....

Or it's our good buddy!




Yup, throw away your last vestiges of sanity and prepare to writhe in his slimy tentacles!

New car from GM (Government Motors)

Mad person plays piano
Theme from old Hulk TV show
Monsters in her head?

Ace

June 6, 1944

You know what I did this morning? Maybe it would be better if I told you what I didn't do this morning.

I didn't have to spend over 12 hours on a transport ship in choppy water, then clamber down a cargo net into a plywood landing craft, all while carrying up to 100 pounds of gear on my back. Then, I didn't ride through the rough surf in that little plywood target, only to have the steel ramp (the only part of the little plywood boat that was even remotely bullet-resistant) flop down and drop me into the cold ocean water in front of a beach filled with steel obstacles, mines, flying bullets & exploding artillery rounds.

I didn't fly over enemy occupied territory at 1000 feet in a C47 cargo plane and then jump out of the plane into the teeth of enemy anti-aircraft fire. I didn't have to worry about my bright white silk parachute making me a good target for troops on the ground who wanted to use me for target practice, and after I landed, I didn't have to worry about engaging a vastly superior force with only the gear I carried with me (providing that said gear wasn't ripped off by the turbulence I encountered exiting the plane) with whoever I could gather together from the other troops dropped behind enemy lines the same as I was.

I didn't march into a plywood glider (PLYWOOD, as we've already established, is NOT very resistant to gunfire and explosions) and sit quietly while I was towed into anti-aircraft fire, only to be released and experience a controlled crash into trees, buildings or apparently open fields that were booby trapped with wooden poles and steel cables by the enemy.

I wasn't asked to take my place in a McGyvered together amphibious tank, where I would most likely be swamped by the waves and sink to the bottom of the English Channel like....well, like a tank rigged for amphibious operations with lumber and canvas. And if I DID happen to get to the beach, I would have been the prime target of every enemy artillery piece for miles around.

I wasn't asked to sit in a command bunker deep beneath London looking at casualty projections that predicted that we would lose 60% of the airborne troops committed to this battle and a good chunk of the troops storming the beaches, and I also didn't prepare a letter taking full blame for the possible disaster in order to protect my political leaders.

You know what? Now that I've told you what I DIDN'T do this morning, what I actually DID seems pretty freakin' trivial. Veterans of the Normandy landing are becoming scarce now that we're sixty-five years down the road from that horrible day, but if you know one of them, make sure to thank them on this day. And don't limit yourself to D-Day vets - whether it was Normandy, Okinawa, the Chosin Reservoir, the Tet Offensive, Grenada, Panama, Mogadishu, Fallujah, or just some godforsaken mountain road at the ass-end of Afghanistan, EVERYONE who served this country in uniform deserves a hearty handshake and our everlasting gratitude on this day.

And those veterans who never saw a shot fired in anger? Thank them too. As John Wayne once said in his last movie role, "It's not about being the fastest gun: Its about being WILLING." Everyone who wore the uniform was willing to "go see the elephant", and that willingness sets them apart from the rest of us.

God help any nation that cannot produce men and women like them. Remember that on this day.

So, at this time, it would appear that David Carradine died of accidental auto erotic asphyxiation.
I don't care nor can judge about someone else's kink. If you like it, well, whatever. But that is a dumb way to die.
So, there you are. A famous movie star. You have lots of money,  and you like to get off by strangling yourself while masturbating. 
You are in Bangkok, Thailand, A city infamous for it's sex trade.

Do you:
A: Talk to the manager/dude who arranges stuff but I can't remember his title, about getting some english speaking high class company for the night

B: G in thoe closet and strangle yourself while jacking off without any kind of safeguards at all


Seriously people.
Call for the high class english speaking hooker. As a matter of fact I'm willing to bet that in Bang-frickin-kok Thailand you will be able to find discrete asisstance for whatever kink you have.
Conversation goes something like this

Professional Girl
Hi, my name is x, how do you want to get crazy tonight? (as she starts removing clothes)
David Carradine:
Hi, you don't even need to take off your clothes, you see I'm going to go into that closet there and jack off while strangling myself wth this cord that I pulled down from the drapes. If after awhile you do not hear any *fapfapfap* noise, for say about 10 seconds come in and cut the rope so I don't freaking die, okay.

PG: (Who literally has Seen It All) That's it?

DC: Yup

PG: Okay!

A little while later

DC: *Fapfapfapfapfap....................................................................................................................."

PG: Hey you okay in there? (Opens door) Crap! (Cuts rope)

DC: (As he returns to conciousness) Whoa what a rush.

PG: Umm are you done now?

DC: Yeah Goodnight

PG: Say you know, not that it's any of my business, but a lot of people have died doing that.

DC: Yeah, but I like it and I try to be careful




Instead, he apparently opts for B and dies like a dumbass.
Sad, just a sad worthless way to die.

So they cut my jaw up Friday and took out the two little monstrous pieces of bone and tooth stuck in there from the last time some jerk worked on my mouth.

After two days of not being able to sleep, I feel better now (though tired) and my mouth only aches instead of screaming in pain. I suppose it worked. 

I have moved most of my stuff to the new place, I still have about 1/3 to go, mostly shoes, clothes that I do wear often, guns/ammo/reloading stuff. A dresser (which I will get tonight I think) the futon and a couple endtable things.

Power and gas should be on today, cable/phone/internet next week. Vlad shold be coming up with washer and dryer this week and I have to conjure up a fridge before the middle of the month


Busy, bus bee

Oral Surgery.
Guess what I am having Monday after work? Anybody? Anybody? Bueller?

Several years ago I had a partial bone extraction of a wisdom tooth, apparently some stuff (bone fragments) got left in there. Evidently the guy who did the surgery the first time couldn't get those pieces out. Now they are trying to work themselves out, but they are under and around my other molar. Hence the pain i have been having recently. 

Yay me. I get to have a guy cut up my mouth!
 

If you can't read it, the marker says:
Jacob Petty
PVT
Morgan's Riflemen
N.J. Troops Rev War
1837

I've been a bit busy. I'm moving soon and very probably will have Debbie (and eventually Der Kinder) moving in to. I feel good about it. Nervous, yess. But good.

I caught myself saying to one of the kids "Eat your broccoli, it's good for you." By steps and degrees I am turning into my Dad (hopefully without the homophobia and racial prejudice).

Anyhow here is more political stuff about how the US is going downhill economically and otherwise (economics and personal freedom are related) from...of all places...Pravda
After the shit the Russians have gone through, you would think they would know.

True, the situation has been well prepared on and off for the past century, especially the past twenty years. The initial testing grounds was conducted upon our Holy Russia and a bloody test it was. But we Russians would not just roll over and give up our freedoms and our souls, no matter how much money Wall Street poured into the fists of the Marxists.

Those lessons were taken and used to properly prepare the American populace for the surrender of their freedoms and souls, to the whims of their elites and betters.

First, the population was dumbed down through a politicized and substandard education system based on pop culture, rather then the classics. Americans know more about their favorite TV dramas then the drama in DC that directly affects their lives. They care more for their "right" to choke down a McDonalds burger or a BurgerKing burger than for their constitutional rights. Then they turn around and lecture us about our rights and about our "democracy". Pride blind the foolish.

After sending a TAC request regarding our firewall (I think it's fan is going to die on us) I got a message back saying something to the effect of, 'If it is still working why  are you bothering us?' 

*sigh*
Because it will eventually fail and screw us over, you jerks.

OKay, maybe I didn't quite say that but yeah.

So, I get a phone call at 7:30 at night from Cisco wanting our address so they can send a replacement.  You would think they would keep, in their huge database of customer info, something about time zones y'know?

Anyhow new firewall should be on it's way.

Our T1 went down over the weekend. At&t showed up a little yesterday and checked a couple things said he would be back at 9 AM.
The At&t guy was late, by an hour or so. The phone guys showed up and started their thing (putting in a new router for the clinic, we had them set in a contract to do this earlier, but they didn't get around to it.. The AT&T guy shows up, but wait, it's not the same guy. 

This guy is deaf and doesn't read lips. We have to write stuff down to communicate (Actually I knew a little ASL when I was a little shoggoth, but that was a long time ago). Anyhow, I am writing all my questions down on a pad and he is answering them. Eventually we figure out what is wrong and he gets the ball rolling to fix it. The actual copper that makes up the connection at the box on the corner is corroded, they have to replace all of it. They have been working on it for 5 hours as of the time I am writing this.

The phone guys get done with their stuff and now we have internet using the T1 from the other building. Yay us!

So I go down to the other building to help out the doc with the EMR, we get really backed up due to switching back over to eectronic and the fact that the doc had 3 Psych Evals in a row. Those suckers take up a lot of time. So eventually one of the patients starts getting froggy. I call our maintenance guy, because he is on the takedown team.

He eventually starts yelling

The guy starts to freak, we call the code (Mr Strong to the lobby), which of course brings everyone. He threatens one of the MSW's and maybe one of the nurses.

Mainteance guy shows up, while there are a lot of people there only two of us have a chance to take this guy down if it comes to that.

He wants to see the doc right now.

Doc says okay. talks to him and gives him an rx for his meds. He leaves.

The patient will no longer be a patient come tomorrow.



At&t finally done, I am out of here

It was off for almost 29 hours. :)

So I'm a day late, sue me.

The battles of Lexington and Concord


British troops march into the Massachusetts country side to confiscate weapons and ammunition from the local militia. The militia, having been warned of the approaching British regulars by Paul Revere, William Dawes, and Samuel Prescott hid many of the supplies. No one thought it would come to bloodshed, but more colonial militia came in from surrounding towns and in a running battle that went the course of the entire day forced the British back into Boston.  

"Stand your ground; don't fire unless fired upon, but if they mean to have a war, let it begin here."

Capt. John Parker
 

The transition to the electronic medical record system doesn't seem to be going well, soem doctors can't type (or hardly understand English), other have so little patience (and they have such a heavy accent) they just zip right along doing stuff wrong.

*sigh*

I want to go shooting. I want to have a fun day at the gravel pit or something. Not shooting anything big, just maybe go through a brick of .22 and 50 or so .38's.

I need some fucking fun.

Cribbed from Simon Jester

Yes, the police dept not only took his computer, his backups, opened a wall safe and took backups of his backups, and handcuffed his girlfriend for three hours, they also took his modem.  A blatent slap in the face with only one possible message “Stop blogging about us!”  And yes, Pataky has sources both inside the active duty rolls and who are retired from the Phoenix PD who give him tips about all manner of crap that the department is perpetrating.  One of his sources was also raided. And plans are apparently in the works to raid the homes of other cops who have provided tips for his blog.


Yup. They are the cops. Trust them.

Y'know years ago my dad would talk about cops and they seemed like decent people. Now whenever I see a cop I tense up. I know that there have to be some good ones out there, and that in fact (as a whole) most are probably good ones. But on the news these days you see asshole cops dressed like military, doing nightime dynamic entries when a simple knock on the door in  the middle of the day would be a lot more appropriate.

I heard a cop on tv call a reporter a civilian. Guess what Barney Fife, you are a civilian too. You are not in the military, most of the people I have known in the military have been a lot more respectful to "us civilians".  And like Barney, you probably shouldn't be running around with a loaded gun.

Cribbed from Liberty Girl

1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?

Nope.

2. Do you close your eyes on a roller coaster? 

Me? On a rollercoaster? BWhahahahaha!

3. When’s the last time you’ve been sledging? 

Not since early twenties, I think.

4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone? 

Alone or with Debbie

5. Do you believe in ghosts? 

Yeah, maybe

6. Do you consider yourself creative? 

Not in the normal sense, no.

7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?

Oh fuck yeah.

8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?

Neither.

9. Can you honestly say you know anything about politics?

Yes, more than the average bloke.

10. Do you know how to play poker? 

Yup, most kinds.

11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?

Yes, but not terribly recently.

12. What’s your favorite commercial? 

I can't think of one

13. Who was your first love?

Um? First crush? First person physically involved with?

14. If you’re driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around you, do you run a red light?

No.

15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? 

Yes.

16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?

Who gives a rats ass?

17. Have you ever been ice skating? 

Me? On skates? Bwhahahahahaha!

18. How often do you remember your dreams? 

Only occasionally and they are weird.

19. What’s the one thing on your mind? 

At this particular moment? My great uncle died.

20. Do you always wear your seat belt? 

Hell yes, my mom was an EMT specialist.

21. What talent do you wish you had? 

I wish I was musically talented.

22. Do you like sushi? 

Most kinds, I avoid stuff with roe and raw shrimp/crustaceans

23. What do you wear to bed?

Boxers

24. Do you truly hate anyone?

Nope. Don't have the time/energy for it.

25. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be?

Cate Blanchette or Salma Hayek (Two entirely different body types)

26. Do you know anyone in jail?

Nope. Not yet anyhow.

27. What food do you find disgusting?

Most kinds of soul food.

28. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back? 

Yes. But not spitefully

29. Have you ever been punched in the face?

Yup, a few times

30. Do you believe in angels and demons?
Not as such, no.