This weekend, I have had the Guano Touch.  Everything I’ve touched has turned to crap.

Somewhere in Kenya, a village is missing its idiot.

H/T to BoingBoing and MAD Magazine for the image.
H/T to the hippie who was in front of me in traffic today for the bumper sticker that inspired this twist on an old chestnut

Is President Obama the second coming of Jimmy Carter or is he closer to being the Democrat version of Richard Nixon?

Carter:

• Economic malaise
• Attempts to appear to be one of the people but acts as if he was to the manor born

Nixon:

• Extremely adversarial relationship with any portion of the press that doesn’t toe his line
• Illegal political manipulation followed by cover-ups
• Imperial presidency

Just looked over yesterday’s mail.  Apparently the land will burn, the seas will boil, and the sky will be taken away unless I give money to at least one of the 2A political organizations that burned a postage stamp to reach out to me.

Do not take prescription pain medication then fall asleep listening to The Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack.

Self Control – The act of bringing in a whole smoked turkey from the grill and leaving it alone in the kitchen while the rest of dinner cooks after not eating all day.  

Somewhere on this dirtball, at this exact moment, someone is reading “Starship Troopers” for the first time.

I first read it in the overcab sleeping area of my step-dad’s RV on a very stormy Minnesota night in 1985.  I read it from cover to cover by flashlight.  I re-read it so many times that when I went to join the Army and the sergeant at the processing station asked me if I wanted to be “MI”, I thought he meant Mobile Infantry.  You can imagine my disappointment.

What was your first ‘adult’ science fiction?  Any good stories of how you discovered it?

Gentlemen, if you’re going to look out at the weather, decide your tent can stand up to it, and declare, “We’ll be OK”, you damn sure better get out and make sure the rain fly to your tent hasn’t come loose from kids tripping over the guy lines in the past day or so.

If you don’t, you will get to wake up to half an inch of water in the tent, a savagely pissed off spouse, and the opportunity to run outside in a thunderstorm to re-tighten said guy lines.  And enjoy packing up the sodden tent, sleeping bags, air mattresses, and clothes the next morning.

Ladies, when your loving husband, your soulmate, the love of your life and father to your children, a man who spent almost a decade each in Scouts and the Army sleeping outdoors in places around the world in unspeakable weather, who slept comfortably though a severe thunderstorm last year in the very tent you are sleeping in, looks outside at the weather at 4 AM and says “We’ll be OK”, it doesn’t mean:

He’s immature
He’s reckless
He doesn’t care
He’s a jerk

It means that he’s seen worse weather, believes that the equipment and conditions on hand are favorable, and doesn’t believe that it is necessary to abandone everything you brought to camp and head for the hills.

It also means that he loves you enough to not panic at the first drop of rain, flash of lightning, or rumble of thunder.

Know what’s great?

Transposing a number during the planning stages of a major effort.

Know what’s better?

Doing it 30 times.

And even better than that?

Discovering your mistake about halfway through implementation and spending an entire day unwinding what you did and making time tomorrow to start over.

It’s been one of those days…..