In the spirit of Halloween, LabRat and Popehat have really good survival tips for victims of a demonic, psychotic, or supernatural serial killer.

Conversely, Stingray has really good tips for the demonic, psychotic, supernatural serial killer.  Hey, we’re an equal opportunity blog sphere here.

All of these sundry rules remind me to the recent discussions of the Four Rules of firearms.  Alan boiled them down to two, and Tam was able to get down to 1:

Thou shalt not be stupid

 Funny – that rule was related to me by an old soldier in 1990, although his version had an obscene adverb to modify stupid.  Looks like some truths are timeless and can fit into just about any situation.

Update – Just found that Old NFO also has a good list of do’s and don’ts for those who want to survive the weekend.  

In Vino Veritas does not mean that you need to be drinking in order to be working on Veritas Cluster, Volume Manager, or File System. But it can’t hurt.

Got to bed a little late last night, and Irish Woman decided we needed to get up early today because I have a doctor’s appointment this morning.  Apparently staying up late to play Lego Star Wars isn’t a good excuse.   Hey, those droid troopers aren’t going to lightsaber themselves!

Oh. Sweet. Cthulhu. I’m. Beat.  How did I get up at oh my god thirty every morning for 9 years when I was in the military? 

On the flip side, there is coffee, which has always been there for me.

I’m gonna go shotgun a mug or two.  Y’all have a good morning.

Well, it’s been a heck of a day. To quote Paul Paulson, the wind blew and the crap flew but we’re only here for a day or two.

On the drive to work this morning, the wind was blowing hard enough to push economy cars around like an air hockey puck. The walk to the building at work was also quite breezy.

About 10:30, the alarm sounded and we all trundled down to what we believed was the storm shelter. Looking back, it might be a good idea to confirm with engineering that the bathrooms all the way across the building are the storm shelter. In a real emergency we won’t have 15 minutes to walk a block. As we waited for the storm and possible tornado to hit, we were entertained by the conga line of empty cargo containers gliding around on the roller floor. All of the large cargo doors were open, so the wind was able to push them around at will.

I had my radio with me, and the local AM station was transmitting constant updates. Apparently tornadoes either touched down or were close to the ground in several parts of the county.

The storm was pretty powerful as it passed over us, but it was moving very fast. Behind the fast moving gust front was heavy rain but very little wind.

We all trundled back upstairs and got back to work. Irish Woman and I were e-mailing back and forth on our phones and her work did pretty much the same thing as mine.

Our neighborhood lost power. Other than that we didn’t take any damage. Overall Louisville seems to have dodged a bullet.

Many thanks to all of the first responders who were out in force to take care of business after the storm passed. The roads were clear by the time I went home this afternoon and our power is back on.

Hopefully this is fall breaking away from that extended Indian summer we’ve been having the past couple of months.

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I think this story speaks for itself.

FWIW, my father served in the 4th Infantry Division’s Divisional Artillery in Vietnam.

When asked by a co-worker when you plan on having a task finished, “When you can pick your biological father out of a line up” is not an appropriate response.

Mental note – Do not look at work emails before having coffee.

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I’m getting kind of sick of protests.  I’m really sick of speeches and commercials.  Can we just vote and get done with all this nonsense?

To the nice lady in front of me in line at Sam’s Club this afternoon who wrote a check when the line was 8 deep:

I am sincerely and wholly sorry for the mean and awful things I thought about you, your forebears, and your descendants.  In addition, I do not wish for your reproductive organs to fall out after being infested with Ugandan Sand Flies.

Please enjoy the rest of your life.  Maybe you could try using a debit card once or twice and seeing how you like it?  If you want to stay old school, Sam’s still takes cash.

iTunes download – 99 cents
Pot of coffee – about a dollar
Waking up the family by singing ‘Live and Let Die’ in a bad, off key Russian accent – Priceless

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By Little Bear

Way up in the cold, cold North, a fox standing in snow that sparkles like crystals
The fox is as still and quiet as the snowy ground
The fur in the fox is like fine silk
His fangs and claws are as sharp as blades
He’s furious and brave like a wolf as he strikes his prey for the day
For once he’s caught his own food
He’s proud as he feels superior
MUNCH! CRUNCH! as he eats his meal
But suddenly out of nowhere he hears something
The fox turns around
He sees a big brown bear
The fox is as scared as a black cat on Halloween
The fox runs as fast as a cheetah
The fox gets in his den and in surprise he sees five other foxes playing and joins them
After a while they all get hungry so they dedided to eat their food that they caught earlier
While they ate, they chatted with the fox
He was so happy he had other foxes to have fun with
After they were all done they were all getting pretty tired
So they all huddled up close together and went happily to sleep and dreamed the happiest, sweetest, and kindest dreams.

This bright spot brought to you by Little Bear.  We now return you to your regularly scheduled grumpiness.