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A Modest Proposal

Apparently the Daytona 500 went off the other night, after a delay due to rain.  There seems to have been quite a few crashes, at least one of which included a fireball made when a racecar collided with a tank of jetfuel.

I’m not much of a NASCAR fan.  I watch it when I’m visiting friends and family and want to sit and drink beer with the menfolk, and I’ve worked at a couple of races at Kentucky Speedway.  I’m not really a “car” guy, and “Go fast, turn left” gets boring after a while.

But if NASCAR was to go back to its roots, I’d quickly become a fan.  Here’s what I think should be done to jazz up the races:

  1. Quit racing on super speedways.  Race on two-lane country roads that are laid out to form a five mile course.  This should include hills, right and left turns, and trees.
  2. Make all cars have a trunk.  Put a couple hundred gallons of denatured alcohol in the trunk to replicate the rum-running experience for today’s drivers.
  3. Race unless there are tornadoes in the area.  Rain, shine, snow, whatever.  Bootleggers had to get the moonshine to market no matter what, so today’s drivers can do it.
  4. Every so often, put a chase car out there to take a lap.  Any car that gets passed by the chase car has to stop in pit row until the leader has done one lap.  That will simulate the experience of being chased by revenuers and county sheriffs.

These simple things would make NASCAR much more interesting to me.  

News Roundup

  • From the “Dumbass” Department – A man in New York is in trouble after a video of him shooting a gun showed up on Facebook, which appears to be a no-no for someone on parole.  I have issues with the “no guns for life” rule for felons, and if you want to put videos of yourself shooting on-line, more power to you. But if you’re on parole or probation or some other kind of “you screwed up and the government gets to supervise your life for a while” program and the judge says don’t touch guns, then don’t touch guns.  Remember, if you’re going to do something stupid, don’t do it in front of a camera.
  • From the “What’s in a Name?” Department – A young lady in Sweden has succeeded in convincing the name registration office to change her name from ‘Quila’ to ‘Tequila’.  Apparently her parents had to use the shortened version when their original name was turned down.  My guess is they really liked drinking fermented cactus juice at about the time she was born.  I can sympathize with that.  You want your child’s name to remind you of good times.  If I’d followed that model, Junior would be named Thor, Little Bear would have been named Jack, Girlie Bear would have been known as Modela, and Boo would be named Woodford.  At least one  child in my family would have been named Hamms or Pabst, or maybe even David.  Thinking about this, naming a boy MadDog would be pretty kickass, but a little sad.
  • From the “Nothing Good Happens After Midnight” Department – A man in Florida was arrested after he drove his van over someone else’s car.  Since it happened at 5:05 AM and a crowd of people was there to encourage him, I’m pretty sure alcohol was involved.  Now, I’ve been up until 5 AM drinking before, so I’m not going to judge, (Actual quote – We better stop drinking.  We’ve got morning formation in an hour), but if you’re still making a habit of it at 40, you might want to consider getting a sponsor.
  • From the “Crop Dusting” Department – A couple in New York were surprised to have their yard, deck, and bodies sprinkled with sewage from an airplane overhead.  For those of you who believe in omens, this is not considered a sign of good luck.  The worst part of it, outside of having to scrub their entire bodies with Pine-Sol and a Brillo pad, is that they’re going to have areas in the lawn that grow much quicker than others.  No-one likes a spotty lawn.

Name of the Day

In Arizona, a man has been charged with a raft of crimes.  While what he is accused of is pretty ordinary, his name stands out:  Nubian T. Amon-Ra.

Someone please tell me that his mother didn’t do that to him, and for the love all that is holy, please tell me that the ‘T’ stands for ‘Tutankhamun’.  Just how big an ego do you need or how much weed do you have to smoke in order to consider changing your name to copy an ancient Egyptian god?

Maybe it’s his secret identity, like in Batman. We could have a whole pantheon of arch-criminals named after gods:

  • Apollo – An athletic, attractive young man who uses his charms to get into the checking accounts of rich women.  His female counterpart could be Aphrodite, who would do the same thing to older men.  Heck, they could be in a friendly competition to see who can steal the most money from the richest people.
  • Thor – A bank robber who uses a gigantic hammer to just bash in the door on the vault rather than bother with what’s in the teller’s drawer.
  • Mercury – A lightly built man who runs numbers faster than anyone else.
  • Cthulhu – A big scary guy who runs protection rackets against whole continents

Heck, maybe we’re looking at a public display of an entire underworld here.

Today’s Earworm

30 Days of Twain – Day 28

If you tell the truth you don’t have to remember anything.

My Take – Telling lies is so exhausting because you have to keep all the lies straight.  I’m lazy, so I tell the truth.

Thought for the Day

I need to learn to swear in Hindi, Pashtu, Urdu, and Chinese.  It would help me to get my point across.

Today’s Earworm

30 Days of Twain – Day 27

As I slowly grow wise I briskly grow cautious.

My Take – I think Heinlein was thinking of this when he said “Live and learn, or don’t live long”.  I’m always amazed at what I lived through as a younger man, mostly caused by my own stupidity and ego.  Age may not make me wiser, but it does make me more conscious of my ability to die.

An Old Friend Gets An Upgrade

Popular Mechanics has a quick blurb on the facelift our fleet of B-52 bombers is getting so that they can be more effective weapons and stay in the air until 2040.  This includes improved radar and radios, better brakes, and an improved ordnance carrying capacity.

I have a lifelong affection for these big mothers.  I was born a few miles from Minot Air Force Base, and I can’t remember a time in my life I didn’t hear those things rumbling overhead.  Heck, the team at my first school (Grades 1 through 12 all under the same roof) was the “Bombers“, and there was a huge mural of a B-52 on the wall of the gym.  The terrain around the school must have reminded someone of somewhere overseas, because it was commonplace for a bomber to do a low-level practice run over the top of our playground.

A lot of my friends fathers either flew or maintained the bombers, and I knew something was up when all of the dads disappeared at odd intervals.  I remember one really bad Saturday sometime around 1980 when all the fathers ran out of their homes pulling on their uniforms and heading back to base as fast as they could.

So now we’re going to keep the B-52 in the air until I’m almost 70 years old, which would make the airframes almost 90 years old by the time they’re retired.  If they can make it that far, that’s got to be some kind of record.  It would be like the Navy still flying Curtiss biplanes to patrol the coastline, or the Army keeping Grant tanks in the active force.  Here’s hoping that these old, dependable aircraft continue to be an integral part of our air power for a long time.

H/T to Instapundit.

Quote of the Day

Use common sense.  If you jump a subway turnstyle, you might get away with a warning from the police.  But if you jump a subway turnstyle carrying a loaded gun and smoking a joint, maybe you need to get your ass kicked. — Chris Rock, “How to not get your ass kicked by the police” – Link NSFW for language