The kid young man shows his mettle at the 01:45 mark…
Josh Elliott: Do you wish people would mess with you instead of Amber?
Bro (Without missing a beat): Yes.
Sis (Surprised?): You don’t have to do that.
Bro: Yes I do.
Keep up the good work, Ryan.
~Hoozyrdady.
Amazon testing 'octocopter' package-delivery dronesNeed a delivery fast? Amazon Prime Air might someday get a package to you within 30 minutes, via octocopter. Jeff Bezos says so. |
A very cool idea, I can see food delivery drones following soon after, if they can work out the kinks;
Yup… fix those kinks and pass some laws. Oh, and don’t make the drones too smart or else…
~Hoozyrdady.
I’m a computer guy. I know the rule “Backup, Backup, BACKUP”. I’ve preached it to many users. I’ve tsk, tsk’ed them when they accidently delete super important shit. Nine times out of ten I can recover something if not all of the missing file(s).
I just deleted something and I cannot recover it. 200 Mb of data… gone. Recovery has failed.
I’m feeling stupid.
~Hoozyrdady
I’ve neglected my little corner of the internet. Time for some sprucing up…
Get rid of the TV show panel; Lie To Me? In Plain Sight? I liked those show, now I’m sad. When will Netflix upload the last season of In Plain Sight already?
Removed some dead blogs and links to places I don’t visit anymore. I’ll add more someday.
Ugh… that background has to go.
~Hoozyrdady.
“I don’t work for people who want me to resign…”
But you DO work for the people who work for the people who want you to resign.
~Hoozyrdady.
… And to celebrate, I’m going to eat the hell out of some thick cut bacon this week.
~Hoozyrdady.
I’m not hacking up loogies and clearing my throat every five minutes. I must be on the mend.
#1 Son is feeling funky again. I blame the basketball shorts in 60 degree weather and not washing his water bottle after practice. As they say, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him think.”
~Hoozyrdady.
… I just look the part.
A bug has had it’s way with the Hooz Clan this past week, starting with the Wee One and creeping it’s way up the ranks to yours truly. Once again some grubby, besnotted daycare carpet cruiser infected my little angel with cooties. Little shits.
The boys and I have been home the last few days, hacking and moaning. By some miracle Red has stayed above it all.
On the upside I am about caught up on my TV watching. Sleepy Hollow is disappointing. Yeah, it’s about Ichabod Crane and the Headless Horseman waking up last week and carrying on where they left off. Shows like this require an amount of suspension of disbelief… but come on! The writers on Sleepy Hollow are pushing it. I won’t go into details in case you haven’t watched it, but let me say there was some eye-rolling on my part. Yet My boys love it, though. Maybe this aging gungeek isn’t in the target demographic.
Agents of Shield is more promising. A little too cutsie, but I’ll keep watching. What can I say… this is a Whedon household from way back: That sumbitch can do no wrong. I heard The Whedon made a surprise appearance at a Firefly convention in England. He and Jewel Staite shook their money makers into the early hours. I would have paid good money to see that first hand.
MMmmmm Jewel Staite, ssoooooooo “shiny”.
Haven is now on Netflix and Red is hooked.
Speaking of good looking wimmen – 
Emily Rose, amIright?
So Red and I are powering through and will be up to speed before the first few episodes of season 4 exit Hulu.
Hoozyrdady.
Red: Oh, that Bastard! He hung himself…(the kidnapper guy from Ohio)
Hooz: Yup.
Red: Damn! I was hoping that jail justice would have been dished out on his sorry ass.
Hooz: He’s toasting his weenie in Hell now. I’m cool with that.
Gun found by boy in Ybor theater belongs to deputy
A 9 year old finds a handgun in a movie theater bathroom, his Dad reports it to 911. Local PD makes all kinds of noise about “… possible charges grrrr grrrr bad guy will face the consequences grrrrr…” right up until they realize the dumbass is a Detective for the Sherriff’s department. Then the tune changes to “No criminal charges.”
The Sherriff’s office are investigating, but what are the odds of this guy getting anything worse than a slap on the pee-pee?
If it were one of us cake-eating civilians you can bet we’d be on the news doing the walk of shame,cuffed and stuffed into a police car while some bureaucrat windbag goes on and on about keeping the children safe blah blah blah.
Assholes.
When I’m reminded of my time in Germany it mostly happens during the winter, the combination of diesel exhaust on a cold wind take me back.
I was caught off guard the other day when I dug in to a plate of bangers & mash at Usher’s House in Moorhead. The first bite of grilled sausage with ground mustard transported me back to the summer I manned an EIB test course when I was young and sported a smaller waistline.
I got in the habit of eating lunch at a little shack of a restaurant whenever I could hitch a ride in from the field. Their sausages were nice and crisp, topped with a tasty mustard and served on a hard bun that soaked up the grease.
I was sitting at a table with a group of friends in 2013, but for a moment it felt like 20 years ago and halfway around the world. I closed my eyes and could see that little restaurant, red wooden tables against white plaster walls, hear the murmur of lunchtime conversations spoken in German by big, blue collar types over sausages and beer.
Wow.
Any show I can walk away from before the “big reveal”… Meh.
Bright side – Lauren Holly and Louis Ferreira. I may give the second episode a try.
Saw it this weekend. Meh.
Robert D. Jr. entertains as a PTSD’d Tony Stark who’s all twitchy over the Avengers vs. Aliens throw down.
Gwyneth (did-I-spell-that-right?) Paltrow is a lovely, redheaded Pepper Potts who is getting mighty tired of Tony’s pissing and moaning around the house at all hours.
The movie was more about Stark getting his vaj’ unkinked and smelling fresh than Iron Man whooping bad guys and blowing shit up, though there was a good amount of that towards the end.
I felt the plot was really stretching my sense of disbelief at times. I know this is a movie about a super-rich uber-genius flying around in high tech armor… Yeah, yeah, shaddup.
I’m in no hurry to add Iron Man 3 to the home library. Like I said – A solid ‘Meh’.
| Rep. Michele Bachmann — the tea-party firebrand and former presidential candidate, facing investigations and a daunting reelection race — announced in a video on her website Wednesday morning that she will not seek reelection to a fifth term. Read more: http://www.politico.com/story/2013/05/michele-bachmann-not-running-again-91972.html#ixzz2Ugs9waQ7 |
I wish the Tea Party had not let Bachmann associate with them, her being bugnuts crazy and all. I see this as a ‘Good Thing’.
Accused Fort Hood gunman plans to represent self at trial
(Handout . Reuters, / June 29, 2012) SAN ANTONIO (Reuters) - Accused Fort Hood gunman Major Nidal Hasan will ask a U.S. military court on Wednesday to rule he can represent himself at his trial this summer which could bring the death penalty on charges he killed 13 people in a 2009 shooting rampage.
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I’m thinking it’s because the crusty looking son of a bitch couldn’t find a lawyer who didn’t want to bury a hatchet in his face.
I could be wrong…
A few Saturdays ago, Thud (aka Lovechild The Second) jumped out of a tree and tweaked his ankle upon landing. This wasn’t Thuds first twisted ankle so we doctored & wrapped it up, no biggie.
The following Wednesday my little Trooper upheld his school’s honor at the end of year Track & Field get-together.
Wednesday night he convinced Red he needed medical attention “‘cause it hurts soooo baaaad, mom!” and off they went to the Kids Walk-in clinic where Thud was poked, prodded, x-rayed and issued his very first Frankenboot.
Doc: “The x-rays don’t show any fractures but we’ll send ‘em off to Ortho, just in case, we’ll be in touch blah blah blah take it easy, no running or jumping etc., keep the ‘boot on all the time…”
Right. The only way to enforce such a rule with a 10 year old is to hogtie him and even then there will be some flopping around.
Friday morning comes and Thud is in tears the pain is so baaaaaaaaad. Back to the Doc-in-a-Box.
Doc: “Hhhhmmmm” Poke, poke, poke “Ortho says x-rays looked fine, very little swelling, blah, blah I’d say you had to boot too tight last night and slept wrong. Since there is no fracture you can loose the ‘boot now. Keep the ankle wrapped, no running or jumping, over the counter meds as needed, blah, blah, come back next week if there is no improvement.”
Fast forward to yesterday evening- Spring has made itself known with above freezing temps and inches of rain. I’m puttering around the yard enjoying the sunshine, when out pops Thud, tearing-ass down the block in hot pursuit of the ice cream truck. A minute later he comes running back “Iforgotmywalletwithallmymoneyinit!”. Another minute goes by and he’s out the door again, wallet clutched in hand, sprinting down the sidewalk and out of sight. That boy is built for running, all lean muscles and bone.
And no sign of a limp. Huh…
By bedtime the pain is back along with the tears.
Enough is enough.
Red hauls Thud to the Doc-in-a-Box office first thing this morning with the intent of getting the boy outfitted with a cast, from toes to hip. Lets see the little monkey run now…
After more prodding and head scratching the Doc sends them over to the walk-in Ortho place. The Ortho-Doc does his thing and announces Thud has a taken a tiny, itty-bitty chip out of his legbone hence the pain and tears. No cast necessary, though. Just wrap it, use over the counter meds, no running or jumping blah, blah, blah.
Red was very disappointed. Bright side- we’re that much closer to meeting our deductible.
Yay.
So little Thudrick is back at school now, where to be sure he’s bouncing off the walls and leaping off the highest points of the playground equipment. The little shit.
CLEMENTE: "No, there is a way. We certainly have ways in national security investigations to find out exactly what was said in that conversation. It's not necessarily something that the FBI is going to want to present in court, but it may help lead the investigation and/or lead to questioning of her. We certainly can find that out. BURNETT: "So they can actually get that? People are saying, look, that is incredible.
Hold on, I’m turning my paranoia dial up a few ticks.
The first day of spring and it’s colder than a pair of patchouli scented wiccan mammaries in a PETA approved, Earth friendly brass plated halter top. Mother Nature teased with above freezing temps last week, then dumped inches of snow over the weekend. To top it off Red and I are sicker than hell. The symptoms match the crud Little Bean brought home her first week of Daycare. Damned dirty monkey children, spreading their filth and snot all over my little angel. I feel like donating 6 gallons of bleach and a pressure sprayer to prevent any more cooties from following her home.
I fucking hate the Gawd-Dammed Xbox controller, and if the system hadn’t cost so much I’d throw the whole fucking thing into a fire…. Fucking dammit.
“A 2012 Mustang (retrofitted with Dynacom's 1967 fastback replica body) with built-in Wi-Fi, heads-up displays with augmented reality in the windshield, Kinect sensors at the rear and front of the car, and a Windows 8-powered touchscreen on the dash. Microsoft has also packed in Ford Sync, an Xbox 360, and a rear windshield projector screen. You can also locate, unlock, and start the car from a Windows Phone app, and even talk into the phone to broadcast your voice to the outside of the car.”
WANT.
A good Virgil Flowers story, but not the best one I’ve read. Mad River had all of the usual Sandford bells and whistles but somehow failed to deliver the usual Sandford afterglow.
Overall an ok read. I’ll keep a copy on the shelf and re-read it someday.
Hoozyrdady.
The best description for Blue Gold would be ‘Dirk Pitt light’. A very easy read, ok action, the standard array of plotlines that all come together near the end for an underwhelming finale.
A solid “Meh”.
Hoozyrdady.
And a younger Burt Reynolds was
there, being a bad-ass. Weird.
