Category Archives: Scribbles

Hypocrisy on wheels

Tired of people who wear their politics on their vehicle bumpers? Visit the Concourse of Hypocrisy where the "no blood for oil" stickers grace some of the foulest gas hogs in Berkeley, CA. Where else?

Via Little Green Footballs.

Bottle rockets

Found a spent bottle rocket in the backyard this morning, the residue of some New Year’s celebrant’s evening, no doubt. Things still too wet from the other day’s rain for it to have started a fire. Reminds me of the time in youth when I almost put a child in the hospital with one as it zipped past his face. Lots of laughs all around. Wouldn’t have been so funny if it hit him. Quite illegal in the city limits, of course, but… They’re called bottle rockets because way back in the mists of time, you would set the stick end in a longneck beer or soda bottle and light the fuse. Longneck bottles being not so common anymore, this one says on the label "place in trough or iron pipe at 75 (degree) angel (sic)." It also says "rocket travels at high speed and can travel long distances," so there’s no way to know where it came from. Today, of course, bottle rocket is the name of a band, a movie, and a homemade technology involving using plastic bottles to make rockets. There’s even a Youtube video of someone launching 45,000 of them. But when I hear the name, I always think of the older, one-at-a-time version. My own bottle rocket days ended long ago, so it’s nice to have a reminder.

Happy New Year!

Retirement, I discovered in 2006, is good, if you keep busy. Set goals and meet them. Finish what you start. So far, I’m only procrastinating about as much as usual. Here’s to 2007–good health and good accomplishments, an end to the Texas drought, and success in the Long War!

Triple eulogy

If you’re not feeling profound, the Fat Guy has the last word on the recent spate of celebrity kickoffs:

"Weird old week for the Grim Reaper — James Brown, Gerald Ford, and Saddam Hussein. If I were Death, I’d just want to go home, take a long shower, and have a big old bourbon rocks in front of some crappy action movie after that trio."

Read. It. All.

Hot time in Old Mexico

They’re having a crime wave. They’re having a crime wave. Or something. Not the greatest place for a holiday vacation, unless you go armed. But that, unless it’s a .22, would be illegal. Mark in Mexico has the details:

"AK-47’s, AR-15’s, .45, .38 spl and .357 magnum weapons were utilized to gun down 17 people across the country on Christmas Eve, most in Sinaloa and Michoacan. There were also two fragmentation grenades tossed into a bar in Acapulco, only one of which exploded, leaving 11 wounded. One of the wounded, a 30 year old woman, is hospitalized in critical condition."

The drug and kidnaping gangs down there make al Q look like amateurs. 

Nevermind Scrooge, this is the American Christmas movie

Have you watched "It’s A Wonderful Life" yet this week? Me neither, and I wasn’t going to before I read this good piece on the movie, with a link to another good piece on the movie in the LATimes. Try both, like I did, and you might start searching through the DVDs for  that copy you should have. And if you don’t have one, Barnes & Noble might be able to rush it to you by Saturday or sooner.

The cowboy and the lesbian

An old joke but a good one from Snoopy the Goon. Sometimes you have to go all the way to Israel for a good cowboy joke.