Archive for the ‘Heh!’ Category
So took some time going through my blogroll (do they even call it that any more? It’s weird when i first started writing on line back in 1996 it was just a “link list”…then writing became blogging….and it became a blogroll….now its all Facebook….twitter…..anyway..)
The entire time I did so lines from Good Time Charlie kept echoing through my head
Everybody’s goin’ away….
Believe this time I’m gonna stay….
Pretty much sums me and a handful of other folks up pretty well I think. For me its really weird as I started this before there was even a word “blog” for writers on the internet. Now its me and another bare handful thats left.
Almost nobody still active. Then I figured…why not do some “link love” (or whatever its called now) for those folks still running? I’ve been “lurking” (read….stalking…nonactive participant…gender neutral, nonsexual deviant post lacking individual?) for eons. So here we go…what may be the first Blog Round up in probably 10 years.
So I applied for a Internship with World of Beer
It’s a pay cut for certain, but I intend to ask my employer for a leave of absence if I am selected.
My reasons for applying are pretty straight forward
- First: I like Beer
- Second: I like Beer
- Third: Having a internship, while not required by my doctoral program, can’t hurt.
- Fourth: Its a good experience.
So do me a favor will you? If you can, drop a line to them either on their website, or via Twitter and tell them what an awesome candidate I am please? Hell, call them!
Of course I’m asking you to lie but we don’t have to tell them that
In case you missed somehow, Phase I is located here.
So once the room basics were in place it was time to get serious.
First we had to take the sofa, the fireplace, my humidor and the lamp out of the room.
Then using some left overs from putting in the floor, came the fun part. Fun being used here in total sarcasm.
So the Domestic 6 and I decided to build a home Library. Its been something of a labour of love.
We’re old fashioned sorts, and I wanted to do something more with a Victorian/Steampunk feel.
We were inspired by some of the old Sherlock Holmes movies with colours and a lot of pictures of old Victorian libraries thanks to Google.
For fun and since I haven’t blogged anything in a coons age I figured I’d post what we did with a few how we did it’s.
Every year since 1962, the Chicago River has been dyed green to celebrate St. Patrick’s day. Nowadays, both the dyeing and a big parade take place the Saturday before the 17th. (Next year, they’ll coincide when the 17th falls on a Saturday.) It’s a uniquely Chicago tradition that tips its hat to the central role the Irish have played in the city’s history.
For a few hours every year, the architectural landmarks that line the Chicago River acquire an aquatic front yard that’s as vibrant as the neon green relish of a genuine Chicago hot dog.
The actual dye is orange. It turns green when it’s churned into the water. The discovery of this phenomenom was made by members of Chicago’s pipefitters union back in 1962, and the union has been dyeing the river for St. Pat’s ever since.
The natural green of the river can be seen to the right, awaiting its transformation into the hypergreen to the left.
1962, over 100 pounds of dye were dumped into the river, leaving it green for days. Now, only 40 pounds are dispersed, but because the river was reversed to run backwards away from the lake, even one day later, the entire river for many blocks to the west remains a single shamrock-colored fairway.
Chicago’s mania for St. Patrick’s green is pervasive. Above is the fountain in Daley Plaza.
Most folks know I like Cold War stories here on the blog.
I’ve written quite a few and they are frankly probably the most popular pieces on the site.
I’ve written a couple about the SR-71. Actually, written is rather a strong word. I have republished stories, that have been written or told by the actual men who flew these ridiculously powerful machines. Mostly because I see them floating in cyberspace but never find a good single collection of them. So I enjoy doing it.
I enjoy them, as I have a child like affection for the black metal monster that borders on obsession. My first model was a Blackbird for instance.
So when I came across this story about the SR-71, I couldn’t help but add it to the slowly growing collection here.
So as a Xbox Live holder I get all kinds of nifty (cough) E-mail from Microsoft trying to get me to use all of their (ahem) useful Xbox 360 applications.
In their defense if I lived in the middle of Detroit or Chicago I’m sure it would be. But I’m one of the millions who still do not have high speed internet, so all of this tripe is just that for me.
But that didn’t stop Microsoft from sending me a really neat E-mail that, thanks to my lack of use of their systems, becomes utterly hysterical when read (or at least it does in my twisted mind)
Well actually it’s some infamous blogger who just happens to blog about sports occasionally and the guys of RockyTopTalk!
Or more precisely since University of Tennessee hired away MSU’s Basketball coach Cuonzo Martin, I’ve been asked to toss some information regarding our adventures in Basketball etc out here in Bear-land.
Many thanks to Joel for the opportunity, and as this will be my first live PodCast with a studio crew I’ll try not to embarrass myself, our few but loyal reader base here at RegisteredEvil or the Bears
You will be able to listen in via the PodCast on Wednesday at 21:00 EST, 20:00 CST Right Here
What a way to start graduate school heh.
I haven’t blogged anything regarding Missouri States sports program. That may change moving forward.
By a weird twist of fate, I just so happened to be finishing my paperwork at Carrington Hall for admissions while history for the school was being made on Saturday.
Missouri State got 18 points from Jermaine Mallett to lead four Bears in double figures in a 69-64 win over the Wichita State Shockers here Saturday afternoon in the regular-season finale for both clubs. With the victory, MSU (23-7, 15-3) earned its first-ever Missouri Valley Conference regular-season conference title.
Meanwhile I was giving copies of transcripts and other such material to admissions personnel.
Weather radio’s are already going off, and alerts are being sent to phones apparently.
We get snow in Missouri. Usually about 14 or so inches per year.
But this year, amidst people screaming global warming, has been just a little nuts.
We were declared a state of Emergency, which is a good thing for schools etc.
But the fact that my little corner of Missouri, specifically the Southwest is determined to be the hardest hit, does not bode well.
I guess we’ll see. I won’t be putting my snow chains away any time soon it looks like.
And if I ever see Punxsutawney Phil, I think I’ll be forced to shoot him, the dirty lying scoundrel.
If I vanish again you can keep track of my madness here and I’ll still be in Twitter via my phone.
Brains been working over time last 2 days. Being snowed in will do that I guess.
Dental appointment got canceled. Again. I’m thinking there is a direct relation to my dental work and the weather. Had to cancel my VA appointment today for the same reason: can’t get off the mountain.
In other news my brain in overdrive has led me to tinker with my guitar, and one song caught my eye…err…ear, as it were. I like songs that tell stories. Songs that remind me of the old ballads. Might be why I love ballads and train songs, but I digress.
This song is no different.
I think I have about got the song down, however the pitches she sings are a bit of a challenge.
Either way, here is my current musical muse Lori McKenna with her song Witness to Your Life.
Peer pressure has never been something that I could be accused of succumbing to. I smoke cigars. I drive a 4×4 SUV. I drink beer, I chew tobacco. I wear cowboy boots, cowboy hats and am more often given puns on Grizzly Adams jokes and redneck references.
As I have grown older I have found myself making, for lack of a better word, green decisions, however.
I’m not sure when I made this change.
A recent conversation with V00d3w is what spurred my questioning of how I make decisions, and I wondered when this change took place.
New year, New comedy…the best stuff is UNscripted…
v00d3w: lemme ask ya
v00d3w: what does “well done” in terms of food mean to you?
bloodspite: Well done?
bloodspite: Charcoal brick
v00d3w: but no pink right
bloodspite: Pink, your lucky if its still meat
bloodspite: More like a rock
v00d3w: well aparently to the cooks at the cafe here, it means hard black crispy meat shell with pink in the middle
bloodspite: I never order well done
bloodspite: I like my food rare
v00d3w: hate rare
bloodspite: I like my steak where a good skilled veternarian has a high chance of bringing it back to life
v00d3w: so in other words, not hot from the grill, hot from just bein killed
bloodspite: Pretty much.
v00d3w: thats bad
bloodspite: That is perfect