Truth.

Amazon Wants to use Delivery Drones?

Amazon testing 'octocopter' package-delivery drones Need 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;

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Yup… fix those kinks and pass some laws. Oh, and don’t make the drones too smart or else…

~Hoozyrdady.

Good morning to you

Dumb Mistake of the Day

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’m Not Dead…

Just busy watching the world go to shit. I gotta stop watching the news.

~Hoozyrdady

What a mess

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.

Not Exactly…

“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.

I Don’t Have That Problem.

~Hoozyrdady

Hooray, Science!

Bacon-lovers, you’re in luck: a new study from researchers at ETH Zurich has revealed that niacin (aka Vitamin B3) could help you live longer! The niacin-rich food menu includes not only bacon, but also Marmite, sun-dried tomatoes, paprika, and peanuts; so, this pretty much sounds like the most delicious recipe for long life ever.

… And to celebrate, I’m going to eat the hell out of some thick cut bacon this week.

~Hoozyrdady.

Feeling Good.

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.

Not Dead…

… 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.

Castro Stopped Wasting Our O2

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.

Not that I’m looking at anything… like porn…

It’s Dangerous to Go Alone…

This appeals on so many levels.

Snagged from Commander Zero’s bunker.

It’s Humpday!

Smile, it’s all downhill from here.

Good Morning… It’s Friday!

Just Like Us Regular Folks, Only Better…

 

From the hometown -

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.

Germany, Summer and Sausages

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.

Damn Straight

Good morning, it’s Humpday…