Category Archives: Blogosphere

Strange search engine requests

Or, maybe, I should say, strange search engine results that bring the uncounted millions here.

Mercenary fighter in jeans. Why would these words lead to a picture of George Washington? Beats me.

How to make Texas Alamo out of paper. Hmm. Well, this is somewhat closer to what I had.

Mysterious rocks of the batholic. Now we’re getting closer to the truth. So-called.

Do people drown in Canyon Lake? Uh, don’t they drown everywhere?

Saloon northern Ontario. No, but you might be able to see it from here.

Saudi road sky eye. I qualified for two of the four. Not too shabby.

Importance of the flag raising in Iowa Jima. This was my fault, sending Iowa to the Pacific. Still.

Comic man falling from sky. I suppose it is comic, if you’re in Hamas or Hezbollah.

Jack by the great horn spoon. Very curious, indeed.

The lovely Roberta Vasquez. This is a standing joke here and there by shameless traffic seekers.

I could go on forever. But that’s more than enough for now.

Inspiration by Dustbury, who remembers to do it a lot more often than me.

Don’t touch that light switch

The climate change sheeple want everybody to swtich off their lights for an hour at 8:30 p.m. tonight in protest. A far better idea would be to leave them on and, instead, watch this video.

Via Instapundit.

The Fargo, ND flood 2009

This is shaping up to be a major disaster for thousands of people. The Seablogger, having lived in the area and his mother still living there, has quite a bit to say about it–as well as correcting some of Big Media’s usual laziness. You’d think they could get and read some topo maps. But noooo… Google it, you goofuses.

UPDATE:  The river seems, mercifully, to have crested.

How you gonna keep ’em down on the ranch?

For those who just can’t get enough cowbell in their music, there’s finally a genuine solution here.

Via Dustbury.

Night bombing

More on the B-29s, from Phil Crowther’s 6th Bomb Group memorial site. This is from the log of navigator Don Kearney:

"Briefed at 1430 [2:30PM]. Took off at 1732 [5:32PM]. It got dark when we were out just a little ways. The APN-4 Loran inverter was out. Trouble, always trouble. However, the radar did work, although it wasn’t operating on beacon.

"As we passed Iwo, hit some rough weather just north of it. We flew close to the Jap islands going on up to the Empire so that we could check course with radar. We passed within visual distance of Hachijo Jima.

"Heard Birddog 1, a destroyer, talk to 4V705, a superdumbo, about lights.

"We made landfall on the Empire at Omaesaki at 2355 [11:55PM], turned up past the east side of Fuji again. It was easily visible outside the window. Same way we started in the night before last. Way out front Charlie [Lt. Charles Hall, Bombardier] saw a bright red light going down. At first he thought it was a ball of fire but later decided it must have been a B-29.

"As we rolled out of the turn we hit our first opposition, still 15 to 20 miles west of Tokyo…Within a minute we were in it thick. About 15 searchlights picked us up and they began throwing stuff at us. A plane out to our left had 20 lights on him and was catching hell. Still in the lights, we plowed on. We never had less than about 15 searchlights on us at any one time from then on. We flew though the remainder of the target area in a bright cone of lights…"

Read the rest.  Go to the main page at the link, click on Air Crews in the left sidebar, then scroll down to crew #3909, Reamatroid, click on the number, then scroll down and start at the beginning of the log.

Police brutality

Not much doubt here. Amazing the cop did this knowing he was being videotaped. Throw the book at him.

Double heh

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Via Simply Jews.

MORE:  Whatever you hear, tho, even the best and most widely-read blogs aren’t the reason for the newspaper industry’s continuing demise. It’s more like the death of paper. Just can’t compete, economically, with pixels. The former is so expensive, the latter is so cheap. Tho obliging governments can slow it down.