Grendel’s tastes where quite plainish,
For breakfast, just a couple Danish.

Sorry, that’s all I’ve got today.

• I’m glad to see that Qaddafi has been rousted from his compound in Tripoli.  Hopefully the shooting part of the kinetic action ends soon.  I look forward to the victory parade for President Obama in the press over the next couple of weeks.  But someone needs to tell the guys looting in Tripoli that what comes up must come down, and friendly fire isn’t.  Also, someone needs to make sure that President Obama isn’t handed an AK near anyone with a camera for the next few days, or he might just crank off a few rounds at the sky in celebration.
• I’m glad that everyone on the East Coast came through the trembler today with no casualties.  No word from President Obama as to how many billions of federal dollars will be spent on shovel ready projects in response to the earthquake.  
• The Atlantic coast from Washington DC to Key West is bracing for a hurricane.  I suggest that in addition to the canned food, plywood, bottled water, and batteries that are being bought in prep for the storm, that the hardy souls who are going to sit out the storm add a bottle of good bourbon.  Do it for the children.
• Coming home in a filthy mood is not good for domestic tranquility.  That’s all I’ve got to say about that.
• There is no such thing as a BooBoo proof gate latch.  Luckily he only went as far as the neighbor’s pear tree before we noticed he was gone.

Would Peter Pan have been a more interesting story if Captain Hook was into trap and skeet instead of treasure hunting?

“Ha, ha, you old codfish!  You can’t catch me!  I’m an eternally immature male protagonist who can fly!”

“Smee, fetch me my 20 gauge.  It’s in the crocodile skin case with Tinkerbell accents.”

Discuss.

When sitting on a conference call with co-workers, it is always a good idea to check to make sure your “mute” button is engaged before wondering out loud if someone on the call is capable of reading English and can tell time without having to know where Mickey’s hands are.

President Obama says that “creating jobs is not rocket science”.  Of course it’s not.  He has people in the government who know how to create rockets.  Jobs?  Well, not so much.

• Even when muzzled, a Belgian Malinois can knock a full grown man to the ground and mess him up.
• It is better to be shot than to be flex cuffed and kept on your knees for two hours
• RPG’s, even simulated ones, are loud
• The young people who serve in our military are very good at what they do

I went out role-playing for the Army again last night, and had a great time.

Am I the only who thinks of this character upon hearing the tacti-cool kids talk about “operators”?

Waking up the youngest member of the family by patting them on the back while singing Blue Swede and the Bay City Rollers may be fun, but it is frowned upon by the alpha female.

After eating very little more than jello, pudding, some pasta, and either chocolate or vanilla protein shakes over the past three weeks, I believe that the person who finds a way to make a protein shake that tastes like good sausage gravy will be a billionaire in about 15 minutes.