Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Posted by DW at 10:50 AM
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
2 Cans chicken broth
4 breast fillets
4green onion bulbs and greens about 3 inches long
Red pepper flakes
Dash of Terikyaki
Heat the broth, chop the onion and add to broth. Cube the chicken and add to the liquid, stir in enough coconut milk to whiten the broth. Add pepper and red pepper flakes to taste. Serve when the chicken is cooked.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
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Posted by DW at 8:37 PM
I think I know how the old fire house dogs feel.
I was running the other night when the local F.D. responded to a call, an engine, a squad and a ladder. "Q's" blasting, air horns fit to raise the dead, diesel's roaring, lights like lightning telling everyone to get the hell out of the way!
My nipples stood up and I got cold chills.
Some addictions are never cured.
The wife asked me if they would just let me drive the truck, can you imagine how that interview would go?
Posted by DW at 4:41 PM
Hammer was woundering about this.
Why is insulating foam falling off and knocking holes in the space shuttle every time they launch despite the fact that we went 20 years with no foam problems whatsoever?
We always had foam problems, they replace tiles every trip. Most of them don't destroy a national treasure. Each is made for a particular site, at the shuttle facility. It takes three men to replace each tile. One to observe (quality control) one to read the procedure, and the last to do the work. The tiles are only about an inch thick (at least the ones I held), and are held on with GE red RTV.
Did you ever wonder where the huge fuel tank goes? It disintegrates as it reenters the atmosphere, and falls into the Indian Ocean in pieces the size of a desk top. I wonder how the locals feel about that.
Posted by DW at 4:26 PM
A long time ago when I was young and impatient, I wanted a car. In my family there was no magic birthday that called the car fairy to drop something in the drive, just 'cause I was another day older and deeper in debt. The alternative was to go to work, again. I already had a job, and because I didn't have a life, a second job seemed to be just the ticket.
I was a dumb ass.
I talked to the boys down at the local saw mill and started in the mornings at 0700 and worked for the princely sum of $1.35 an hour, until about 1430, when I walked a couple of miles to the cotton mill for my full time job.
Some of the boys, weren't actually boys. They were hard case red neck,old time, backwoods, white trash. If they were sober, they would be on time and ready to work. They were always paid on Friday and broke on Monday. They were pretty reliable actually.
One of the lower tiered individuals was a red neck's red neck. In the months I worked there, I never saw him wear shirt or shoes. As far as I know, he never bathed, I didn't know because I saw the signs and stayed upwind. He was tanned as brown as a nut. He was also the only human I've ever seen off bare at a saw mill wearing only khaki pants, no shirt, no shoes, no gloves. Think how far and how fast a six foot saw blade can throw pine sap and splinters.
The saw blade I mentioned is six feet in diameter and has hand set tungsten carbide teeth. That means the teeth are about an inch in length and held in place with a half moon cam the same size.
The average sawyer knows he is paid by how much he can saw in a day. He doesn't care about much except slabs and boards coming off the mill, and saw dust piling up somewhere.
Most mills will not accept trees if they come from a house lot. There is just to much chance a sprog has driven nails into a tree. Chance? It's almost a certainty. I've probably driven a keg or two of nails into trees myself. What do you think a nail struck by a carbide sawtooth about 4000 times a second will do?
Sparks come to mind.
Then the teeth get loose. Then they fly out,,,,,at about 450fps.
Our hero was working under the shelter that covers the mill, and occasionally he would hear a sound like a hornet near his head. He thought nothing of it. I can't imagine how he expected a hornet could be heard over the scream of the blade as it chewed through logs. Soon enough one of the "hornets" impacted an overhead board and our hero heard a "whop" and looked up to see the tooth embedded in the lumber.
The boy turned as pale as a sheet and sat down. I don't blame him. That's pretty close to dieing. He was gone for the next several days drowning his sorrows I expect.
Or perhaps getting his nerve back.
on puree. The posting has been light for too long, due to unavoidable distractions. I won't go in to it because there ain't enough cheese in Wisconsin to go with the whine. We are all living and breathing, all else will pass.
I'm thinking of the Kamchatka Peninsula as a retirement spot.
Posted by DW at 1:06 PM
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Nuclear Operations earns the old description of "long periods of debilitating boredom sprinkled with short periods of intense panic".
Thankfully the boredom is almost pervasive. However, today in one of those boring times the creative have conceived of a project! One of the senior Reactor Operators was tapping on switch module covers, places where the switch has been removed and a blank put in its place, and discovered they all had different tones. We thought about it for a bit and decided we could get several Reactor Operators to take pencils and practice until they could play a tune, like bell ringers.
Then we could video tape it,
and put it on YouTube,
and watch it from federal prison,
where we will be sent when the NRC sees it!
So much for that idea.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Written by a housewife from New Jersey
'Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we?
Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001?
Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan , across the Potomac from our nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania ?
Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they?
And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was 'desecrated' when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet?
...Well, I don't. I don't care at all. I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11.
I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime in Saudi Arabia .
I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat.
I'll care when the cowardly so-called 'insurgents' in Iraq come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in mosques.
I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their suicide bombs.
I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law instead of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights.
In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave Marine roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care.
When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college- hazing incident, rest assured: I don't care.
When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank: I don't care.
When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed 'special' food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being 'mishandled,' you can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts: I don't care.
And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled 'Koran' and other times 'Quran.'
Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and-you guessed it-I don't care !!
If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your E-mail friends. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior
By way of Rough Diamond
Posted by DW at 8:04 PM
Sunday, August 5, 2007
The Love of my Life just told me in one of those conversations that goes in odd directions, that her girls are looking for a man that treats them like I treat her.
Good luck girls, you'll need it. I come from another place and another time. The pop culture in this area is your worst enemy. The guys here are just looking for another sand slut, until they are ready to marry, then they want a girl who has never slept with their friends, or made a spectacle of them selves. My girls are both beautiful, and would be queens elsewhere, here they look like everyone around them.
I have told them before, go someplace away from here, where value is placed on womanhood and you will never be the same.
I was extremely flattered and proud. It feels good when someone sees what you try to do and be.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Posted by DW at 8:41 PM
Friday, August 3, 2007
CARACAS, Venezuela (AP) - Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez has praised Sean Penn for his critical stance against the war in Iraq, saying the two chatted by phone and soon plan to meet in person.
Chavez said Penn traveled to Venezuela this week wanting to learn more about the situation in the country and walked around some of Caracas' poor barrios on his own.
"Welcome to Venezuela, Mr. Penn. What drives him is consciousness, the search for new paths," Chavez said Wednesday in a televised speech. "He's one of the greatest opponents of the Iraq invasion."
Chavez read aloud from a recent open letter by Penn to President Bush in which the actor condemned the Iraq war and called for Bush to be impeached, saying the president along with Vice President Dick Cheney and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice are "villainously and criminally obscene people."
The socialist president, who shares those views, said he and Penn talked by phone—"with my bad English but we understood each other more or less."
They say there is no bad publicity, that may be, but this is as close as you can get. Spicoli cuddling up to a dictator that jails his opponents, shuts down dissenting papers and verbally attacks the Nation that tolerates hollywierd fruitcakes and their opinion. I wonder what Sean would think if he were kidnapped for ransom the way so many there are, and had to be hospitalized in the socialist paradise medical system? Little different perspective I expect. Walking around in the barrios does not generally give you a feel for a country, particularly when the Govt. probably has you covered with minders.
Posted by DW at 7:53 AM
One of my coworkers has a tumor in a lung. His biopsy should be back today.
His spirits are good, his doctor has treated 200+ patients for lung cancer. Only six of those were nonsmokers, my friend has never smoked. The tumor is golf ball sized and round and smooth. Cancer most often has the evil alien tendrils and odd shape thats connected to everything. If they need to remove it, then they will evaluate the need for Chemo.
Prayers are requested for he and his family.
I seem to be writing this a lot.
Posted by DW at 4:43 AM
Stolen from the BMEWS
2006 (First Quarter) INS/FBI Statistical Report on Undocumented Immigrants
95 % of Warrants in LOS ANGELES are for ILLEGAL ALIENS
83 % of Warrants for MURDER in Phoenix Arizona are FOR ILLEGAL ALIENS
86 % of Warrants for MURDER in Albuquerque New Mexico are for ILLEGAL ALIENS
75 % of those on the most wanted list in Los Angeles, Phoenix, Albuquerque are ILLEGAL ALIENS
24.9 % OF ALL INMATES in California detention centers are Mexican Nationals here ILLEGALLY
40.1 % of all inmates in Arizona detention centers are Mexican Nationals here ILLEGALLY
29 % (630,000) Convicted ILLEGAL ALIENS felons fill our state and federal prisons at the cost of $1.5 Billion Annually
53 % Plus of all investigated burglaries reported in California, New Mexico, Nevada, Arizona and Texas are perpetrated by ILLEGAL ALIENS
50 % Plus of all gang members in Los Angeles are ILLEGAL ALIENS
71 % Plus of all apprehended Cars stolen in Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, and California were stolen by ILLEGAL ALIENS or “Transport Coyotes “
47 % of cited / stopped Drivers in California have NO License, NO Insurance, and NO Registration for the vehicle of that 47 %, over 92 % were ILLEGAL ALIENS
63 % of cited / stopped Drivers in Arizona have NO License, NO Insurance, and NO Registration for the vehicle of that 63 %, over 97 % are ILLEGAL ALIENS
66 % of cited / stopped Drivers in New Mexico have NO License, NO Insurance, and NO Registration for the vehicle Of that 66 %, over 98 % were ILLEGAL ALIENS
380,000 Plus “ANCHOR BABIES” were born in the U.S. in 2005 to ILLEGAL ALIEN PARENTS, making 380,000 babies automatically U.S. Citizens 97.2% of all costs incurred from those births were paid for by American taxpayers.
66 % OF all births in California are to illegal alien Mexicans on Medi-Cal whose births were paid by taxpayers
300,000 plus illegal aliens in Los Angeles Country are living in garages
Nearly 60 % of all occupants of HUD properties in the United States are illegal aliens.
TV & RADIO STATIONS
14 out of 31 TV stations in L.A. are Spanish only
16 out of 28 TV stations in Phoenix are Spanish only
15 out of 24 TV stations in Albuquerque are Spanish only
21 radio stations in Los Angeles are Spanish only
17 radio stations in Albuquerque are Spanish only
34% plus of Arizona students in grades 1-12 are illegal aliens and 24% plus are non-English speaking
39% plus of California students in grades 1-12 are illegal aliens and 42% plus are non-English speaking
In Los Angeles County, 5.1 million people speak English - 3.9 million speak Spanish
43 % of all Food Stamps issued are to illegal aliens
41 % of all Unemployment Checks in the United States are to illegal aliens
58 % of all Welfare payments in the United States are issued to illegal aliens
Less than 2 % of illegal aliens are picking crops but 41 % are on welfare
Over 70% of the U.S. annual population growth (and over 90% of CA, FL, and NY) results from immigration
The estimated profit to U.S. corporations and businesses employing illegal aliens in 2005 was more than 2.36 trillion
62 % of all “undocumented immigrants” in the U.S. are working for cash and not paying taxes, predominantly illegal aliens are working without a green card
The cost of immigration to the American taxpayer in 1997 (last known calculation by Professor Donald Huddle, Rice University) was a NET (after subtracting taxes immigrants pay), $70 Billion per year. [What are the 2006 costs?]
The lifetime fiscal impact (taxes paid minus services used) for the average illegal alien is $55,000 cost to the American taxpayer in a 5-year span. You personally pay $11,000 every year to illegal aliens.
(per Center for Immigration Studies - September 2006): Between 2000 and 2005, 4.1 million immigrant workers arrived in the U.S., accounting for 86% of the net inrease in the total number of employed persons (16 & older), the highest share ever recorded in the U.S. Of the 4.1 million, between 1.4 and 2.7 million are estimated to be illegal aliens. Also, between 2000 and 2005, the number of young (16 to 34) native-born men employed declined by 1.7 million - at the same time, the number of new male immigrant workers increased by 1.9 million. [Do you still believe the gov’t employment rate stats?]
This is unsustainable. Spread it, till every one hears.
Posted by DW at 4:41 AM
Thursday, August 2, 2007
A friend and coworker of twenty five years has passed away. A month ago he was the picture of health. He had "bruised his back" and went to a chiropractor for an adjustment. The chiropractor noticed some bumps in an unusual place and recommended he see his physician. His physician discovered advanced bone and lung cancer. He lived less than a month.
We will miss his smile and humor. He is survived by a wife and I believe two children.
Remember them in your prayers.
My toast to all who will no longer grace us with their presence: Good friends, good food, good conversation, we will miss you badly. Till me meet again.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Posted by DW at 7:19 AM
I want to live my next life backwards!
You start out dead and get that out of the way right off the bat.
Then, you wake up in a nursing home feeling better every day.
When you are kicked out of the home for being too
healthy, you spend
years enjoying your retirement and collecting benefit checks.
When you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.
You work 40 years or so, getting younger every day until pretty soon
too young to work.
So then, you go to high school: play sports, date, drink, and party.
As you get even younger, you become a kid again.
You go to elementary school, play, and have no responsibilities.
In a few years, you become a baby and everyone runs themselves ragged
keeping you happy.
You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, spa-like
conditions: central heating, room service on tap.
Until finally...You finish off as an orgasm.
I rest my case
It's been tough to post lately, I guess everyone has those times. There are lots of stories that come to mind, however, motivation doesn't come with them.
The Redneck Phd. Stories I have written, I feel show a side of some people that the average person will never know. Lots of yuppies like to call folks from the country red necks, because they're different in dress and experience. I bet if you called AD a red neck he'd hand you your head or insult you so artfully it would sound like a compliment. Call Lawdog a red neck, and the old hairy eyeball would be enough to make you stop and think. Call me one and I'll say thanks and go on my way laughing at your ignorance. Most people have never seen a real Red Neck on his home turf, if they ever do, it'll likely scare them so bad they'll feel faint. Country doesn't mean red neck.
The sadly departed red neck in the following story was awarded his RedNeck Phd. Posthumously. Funny how many of those there are.
We called him Big Hairy, you can spell that however you like. It's not his real name, just a fair description. He was about six four and ah…. unkempt, unmown perhaps. Long hair, long beard, both white, saggy jeans, dirty tee shirt and a faint (mostly) aroma. Think Treebeard with a stagger. I hate to say it but Hairy was a drunk and a trouble maker.
He would work at about anything through the week, but come the weekend he was sure to drink till the money ran out, and he had no credit.
He was working on a bulldozer for a local company. All they gave him to work with was worn out tools that tend to slip off and make you bang your knuckles. He was swearing and raving at some reluctant bolt when he decided to take a breather and talk to a friend of mine. He stalked over and offered an apology in advance of his next effort. " I just wanted to tell you that if you see something shiny going across the sky, it'll be this pull bar, and the next thing you see will be me running after it to bring it back, it's the only one I have." Hairy had a sense of humor, he could laugh at himself. He wouldn't invite you to join him, but he knew he was messed up.
I met him on several occasions both social and professional. I've pulled him out of wrecks, gone to his mothers house because of his depression, and transported him from one facility to another. On one occasion we tried to get him to take is meds, it worked because he took the whole bottle. We checked and all he got for the effort was a severe case of the trots.
He was involved in a wreck, not and accident, a wreck, it was inevitable. He was brought to the ED and put in a trauma room, where, as with most drunks, he got defensive. He was sure something bad was going to happen, because it always did when he was at fault. The staff at good ole' Stump Water General Hospital are almost family. They are all caring professionals. One of the nurses was trying to get some basic info from Hairy and he raised his fist and threatened to hit her. I was nearby and was obliged to warn him, if he hit the nice lady, I would tear off something the Doctor couldn't sew back on. He put his hand down and kept his eye on me until he was released. He could be reasoned with, you just had to put it in terms he could deal with.
He always drifted from one job to another, everything from mechanic to commercial fisherman. Down East we have offshore boats that go out for a week or two at a trip for reef fish, Snapper, grouper, sea bass and some real deep water fish like golden tiles. I don't think any locals would have hired Hairy on their boat because he was known to have issues. A couple from out of the area hired him cause they didn't know any better. All went well till Hairy got into the beer. I never heard much about that night, I will guess the conversation turned to his life and times or his family. He got pretty upset and decided his life was to much trouble or too bad to live. Some time in the night, forty or fifty miles at sea, Hairy went over the stern and swam away in the dark. Obviously he was never found.
Hairy didn't have a lot going for him, neither did he have a lot against him, what he seriously lacked was judgement. Good choices would have made his existence bearable.