My Own Private Space Race

Space X capsule is splashing down as we post into the warm ocean off of Western Mexico. Woo Hoo! Too bad we couldn't pay for NASA anymore, but great that we can produce private firms to take up the slack.

Next launch by the Virgin guy, or the Amazon guy, or some other backyard engineer privateer later this summer.

Much more later. DD out

Journal 20120425

I add eggs to my oatmeal breakfast and feel not a twang of pain. I patrol the grounds in my hack-trimmed wife beater and cartoon pajama pants, heavy chain wrapped around my shoulders like gangster jewelry. The birds scream profanity at me and I whistle back to call them the motherfucking nest-robbers that they are. Ow! Shit! I really shouldn't walk around here barefoot. I think that is a nail from 1912 sticking stubby from my foot. Do I crazy glue it in? Or out? WTF is Richard texting me? "Oh, yeah, everything is great, sir!" Nothing to see here. 

I wonder if I can work the hedge trimmers with one foot and one hand. Can't wait to see how this works out. The mockingbird takes a small crap on me to voice his approval.

Life in the Big Valley!

Pax ethnica optimism

Pax ethnica optimism

First time scanning just brought me across the wavelength of Dylan Ratigan on MSNBC. consecutive upbeat and inspiring segments today were Pax Ethnica which emphasized areas on earth (including Queens, NY) where ethnic differences among occupants are included and embraced. This was followed by Daily Rant contributor Krystal Clear who went on a soliloquy of cautious optimism that sent me right to her FB page for a pat on the back and then here to you.

DD out
3/21/2012

The Cuckoo Clock

THE CUCKOO CLOCK  

The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls. I told
my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"

  Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily.
  Around 3 am, a bit loaded, I headed for home.

  Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up
  and cuckooed 3 times.

  Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed
  another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such
  a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with
  him.

  (Even when totally smashed... I knew that 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos
  totals = 12 cuckoos or MIDNIGHT!).

  The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him,
  "Midnight, honey. Just like I promised."

  He didn't seem pissed off in the least.

  Smugly, I told myself that I had gotten away with that one!

  Then he said "We need a new cuckoo clock."

  When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed
  three times, then it said: 'Oh, shit!', then it cuckooed 4 more times,
  cleared it's throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed
  twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."

India no longer polio endemic

According to Rotary International, India is no longer suffering in a polio endemic. Now we -- or, they -- just have to keep up with the vaccinations. Are you feeling me, Jenny McCarthy?



http://www.rotary.org/en/MediaAndNews/News/Pages/120227_news_indiapolio.aspx?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+rotary%2FPBqj+%28Rotary+International%29&utm_content=Google+Feedfetcher


Up until 2009, India accounted for 50% of the world's polio cases. With strong action from Rotary International and other sources the flow has been stemmed and the last case reported was in January of 2011. 


Litzlberg am Attersee

Cacophonous Christmas 2011

We paraded through the city yesternight, spearheading and spreading cheer and spilled liquor over a narrow and winding path.

Cacophony Christmas lives!

But not because of you, probably, dumbass. Where The Fuck were you last night? Surely not clinging to your new best friends and drunken neighbors as were the ragtag bunch that briefly occupied Safeway on Market around 8 pm. Songs of merriment and cries of confusion were abounding as upwards of a hundred revelers paraded through the produce aisle and check stands, snake-like bellowing Deck the Halls and wearing the latest Xmas fashions.

Check me, where you there? Were you not entertained? Ah well, just as well. We didn't need you anyway.

The parade returned, like the swallows to the Capistrano-adjacent area, and the merriment resumed.

Some guy wearing a kimono strummed a uke and a lot of nice people peppered with drunks strung along the Lower Haight, then up Market to Castro, where shit really started to get weird: I mean, people actually starting JOINING IN with us. Singing and laughing and everything. It was epic. So we left.

The parade of mayhem continued through a bar on 14th, and a halfway house of recently sober youths (PERFECT place to put a bunch of slobbering drunks, right?). We knew we had reached our Zenith, so we stumbled, apologized and  ---chagrined --  everybody pissed off and planned for how to make NEXT year's CC the REAL last one. Go baby Jesus!