Monthly Archives: April 2009

Not even after Barry’s bow?

Seems to be that USA tops the list of banned things you cannot put on a Saudi license plate. Heh.

Via Instapundit.

Double Bird Strike

This is old, but it’s the first I’ve seen it. The best I could do was "cabin manager." Try your luck at dodging birds or landing on the Hudson River. There’s another one, which is a lot harder, here. I crashed, repeatly.

U.S. Navy rocks

White House dithering apparently ended and the U.S. Navy, taking a page from the French, has freed the American freighter captain-hostage in "a swift firefight." One which simultaneously eliminated the CO2 contribution of three of the pirates. The peace weenies probably will carp, but it sends a good and timely message.

Deficit silence

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Pathetic, really, the old media silence as Barry & The Dems (sounds like a 50s rock group) spend like drunken sailors (except that sailors spend their own money). No wonder the tea party protests keep growing. It’s not like the "stimulus" spending was actually targeted at some recognized social problem. It’s just plenty of pork, flung here, there and everywhere. So much of it, at so many targets, no one has yet gotten a handle on all of it. And the previous blatherers at Bush are saying nothing.

Happy Easter

Mr. B. is getting almost too old to help Mrs. Charm dye eggs anymore. But he nevertheless rallied to their old effort yesterday. Expect he will still enjoy the jelly beans and other candy today. Eschewing potential diabetes, I will stick to eating the eggs–throughout the coming week.

Growing old is not for sissies

Went to H.E.B. yesterday morning for free blood pressure and blood glucose tests. BP of 110 over 87 73 was no surprise. But the BG of 91 was. A happy achievement. My annual physical, a month ago, had it pegged at 126, the threshold of diabetes. The difference was a month of largely eschewing sweets, excessive fats and carbs, and walking a mile almost every morning.

I can eat the old favs, just not every day, and not very much when I do. And the exercise, which I largely avoided in youth, has become mandatory. All potentially depressing, if not for a conscious effort to introduce more variety into meals and activity than I ever thought about doing when young. Old habits turn potentially deadly as one’s meter reading climbs. Old dogs can’t learn new tricks? On the contrary. Them as can’t might as well get back in bed and turn their face to the wall. It’s over.

UPDATE:  I heard the title from a friend. I didn’t know, until recently, that it was a paraphrase of one of SciFi author Larry Niven’s "Niven’s Laws." Just wanted to set the record straight.

Whackademia

The 9/11 generation of military veterans are taking up their GI Bills and going to college, and the nutball liberal war-protesting professors at places like Penn State are getting ready to cut them no slack. Disgusting.

Via Doug Ross @ Journal.