Showing posts with label Stuff Stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stuff Stuff. Show all posts

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Owwy



Wednesday, August 31, 2016

What's the gripe about Limbaugh???


Thursday, July 31, 2014

Fittered Away ....


YOUR LIFE IN WEEKS

HERE

Friday, December 21, 2012

Sleep Monsters

Meet The Press                                



When Childhood Fears Come True
Peggy Noonan


Res Ipsa Loquitor

"What's so terrible for the little kids who hear about Newtown is that the 'dream' monster is now real," said a friend.

This from Peggy Noonan's interesting "When Childhood Fears Come True." (Behind a paywall, but I copied some of it

I think what's happening here is not to much the "dream monster" being realized as actually being created.   I know that the "End of Earth" monster promulgated by too many "Yes, the earth will die in 5 billion years and here's why." science shows is in my grandson's head.  I mean to kids 5 billion and next year are pretty much the same. So monsters do not have to be real.

My childhood fear was that a windy night sounded like a tidal wave rushing to engulf our house.  More than once I got out of bed to look, because I heard waves lapping the house. I think because a tidal wave hit Montrose Beach (on Lake Michigan), near Chicago's Loop stuck in my head.  This happened mostly in December, as I look back, because the real fear was I'd die before Christmas presents.
Res Ipsa Loquitor
More on point, in 1955 3 boys my age were found strangled in the forest preserve very near to where we kids played and caught catfish.  I never ever forgot that, but not once did I go to bed worried that I was next.  We, none of my gang, ever stopped playing in the "woods" because of that incident.  By the by, I stumbled across "Death Closes the Case of Boys’ Murders," five years ago. 

Here's another cut from Noonan's article that I like.
Religion, said Mr. Kennedy, "isn't supposed to explain such things" as Newtown. "That's not the task of religion, never has been." Religion has to do with the central mystery of existence—"the tremendous and gripping mystery" of being alive. "Joseph Campbell once said people don't need an explanation of their lives as much as they need an experience of being alive."

Which is pretty much, "Life sometimes sucks, live with it kid." 


Saturday, April 09, 2011

Stuff

potporry
Via  View From The Porch ...

This just in...

Indiana Tam
   As the shutdown approaches, we have received top secret spy-cam footage of a high-level government meeting. Unfortunately, it was unsigned, so I can't tell if it came from the office of Reid, Boehner, or even the Big O himself... Anyhow, here it is: Click to Watch.
As an aside to that bombshell, Tam writes:

That's, like, a million in blog years.

Fifteen years ago, I had a 14.4k modem in a Pentium 133-powered Compaq Deskpro, but no 'net connection at home. The only web surfing I did was occasionally at work; it wasn't 'til a pending layoff coincided with AOL offering flat-rate monthly pricing that I bothered installing the internets on my home machine.  [...] Had I been aware of it, I could have pointed my shiny new Explorer icon at the web log of one Charles G. Hill, which is celebrating its fifteenth birthday today. [cont]

Fifteen years?  That's 1996! I had just started to post on the New York Times bb, and the brand new WaPost bb (moderated by Howard Kurtz). In 2007 I discovered Free Republic, which at the time had about 5 readers (but was listed on Drudge as "Whitewater.") .  Jim Robinson taught me how to use HTML.  Anyway, I stumbled across BlogSpot on April 2, 2002, and posted my first gem two days later.

Kornheiser and Wilbon have the best sports show on television, but insist on lifting their dresses and displaying leftist pubes way too often.

Until now, I figgered I was one of the longest running bloggers, but I'm not even close. But wait - I just noticed that (if you use IE) the interactive SodraK at the shooting gallery still works!  Bam Bam Bam.