Category Archives: Scribbles

Go get ’em, Rudy

Fred ain’t dead, but he’s sure flying under the radar, leaving Rudy to be hammered by the Left–counterproductively, of course:

"…the more vocal, vicious and unfounded the liberal attacks on Mr. Giuliani become, the easier it is for him to make his case to conservative primary voters that they agree on a lot more than they disagree."

Alas, I don’t remember where I got the quote. My bad. Rudy also can string together a complete sentence without stuttering. Something the transcripts of his interviews show that Fred ain’t so good at. 

Oldies and moldies

Pick a year, turn up the speakers or pull on the headphones, and revisit the American pop music of the 50s, 60s and 70s. Hey, if you remember the words, what the heck, sing along.

Tilt

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Rudder checks on the USS Reagan in the Pacific Ocean. You can see why they cleared the deck.

Google’s censors

The Seablogger says he feels dirty everytime he uses Google now. LGF notes the search giant’s latest political move, leaving up anti-Semitic videos on YouTube but taking down a reasoned anti-Jihadi speech by Robert Spencer at Dartmouth–who has a link to the video elsewhere, though I must say it’s of remarkably poor quality and so echoey it’s hard to understand his words. These kinds of games can kill a business, even one as big as Google–the fifth most valuable corporation in the U.S. with a market value of $217 billion. Me, I’m making it a point to use other search engines, such as Yahoo, Ask, and MSN.

Happy Halloweenie

This year’s pumpkins are no better than last year. Maybe I’ll get up a picture later, after I make supper and send Mr. B. and Mom on their way out to trick-or-treating. My job is passing out the goodies to the ghouls that show up at the rancho. If any. None at all came last year, but it was a wee chilly, then. S’posed be warm tonight.

UPDATE: Eleven little goblins showed up, all but one with one or more parents. That one I judge to have been a fifth grader, which was about the time my mother made me stop trick-or-treating. Fun, anyway. Mr. B. came home with enough loot to last him until next year. Most of it will go stale and be thrown out before then. 

Gas-savers

Here’s three tips for getting the most for your gas money at the station: Pump first thing in the morning, pump slow, and don’t pump when the tanker truck is delivering the stuff. Sounds good.

Tom Mix

I love those Tom Mix uniforms the Rockies wear. Otherwise, they are seriously out to lunch. Oh, well, much as new blood is needed in this series, we’ll have to make do, once again, with the Red Saawx.