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The world turns, but stays still


Meaning nothing seems to change. Hey, Google paid me! Biggest check so far!! They wired it on the 23rd and of COURSE, my bank cleared it today at 12 noon-ish. Ack! Anyway, the wifial unit decided she needed milk and ice (don’t ask…), so off we went to town. I took out $100. at good ole Sheetz and put $50. in the tank… it didn’t quite fill it >:-(

Next, was Taco Bell — I like their fresco crunchy tacos and it’s got the least carbs and sugar so woohoo. This was then followed by the obligatory Starbucks. Next, to Rita’s for some custard… (okay, I’m addicted to Rita’s!!). Next on the Wee trip of “fun” was to get her nails “filled” something I don’t know much about, but if she loses one, it will cost a bunch to redo them… okay, whatever. Last, Giant for ice and milk. I kept Pacha company in the car the whole time… was nice today, a little warmish, but still not jungle hot yet. Back home, an argument of epic proportions was had, to the enjoyment of all. Anyway, them’s the facts and dat’s how a’hm is a gonna report ’em.

In the Meantime…
WWII is done and Rob and Harry have begun updating. 🙂 Also, Civil War is mostly done, only needing a navigation kludge to weave it together until I can get a real one figured out. Next is Ancient Periods for Kim, as I know he is chompin’ at the bit to get at it. Things are looking up. I wish Google was spitting out more $$, but it’s okay. I had signed up on some of the google boards and now get spam form some of these guys. Yeah, it’d be neato-keen to get $500.+ a day from my ads, but I doubt it’ll happen — what I see these guys doing looks like scammery. Don’t really wanna lose my account due to that.

Back to the Mines
Anyway, my “weekend” is over. Gott sei Dank that it was a holiday or I’d a only had one day off. That’s kinda sucky when it happens — ’tis like working 6 days straight — it kills my back and there’s not enough time off to undo the damage.

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Memorial Day


Remember Me…

© 2005 by Jimmie Barlow (

Remember me as your son
when you used to doctor my bumps
remember me playing in the dirt
remember me crying when i would get hurt
remember walking to get my diploma
remember arguing and saying I’m gonna
remember me as a man doing my job
remember me , and please don’t sob.
I did what I had to do no matter what
I was heavily trained and I fought
no regrets as I am in a wonderful place
Remember me when you look at my purple heart in your glass case.

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So, it works


I was working for a friend and as it went along, he felt the need to lay more and more on my plate — this, while constantly talking to me in a manner I wouldn’t have expected to a bum on the street. I was gone all of December in Chicago (not so hot when you’re married) and recently, it was decided not to pay me some money (not a trivial amount) that had been promised. To me, one’s word is one’s bond — very important — I cannot abide people that lie or go back on their word. It’s one thing to be forced to not do something you promised, but to willingly go back on your word?? Never. And then, the audacity to tell me “You made me go back on my word…” Sure, okay… Did I hold a gun to your head?? The last straw was being told that although I was on salary, if I needed a day off, it would come out of vacation or my pay. And this at working 24/7/365 and being paid 8.57 hours a day… Ludicrous! And unfair!

So, it was a mutual thing and I am much happier for it. (I feel sorry for my other friend who took the job). Now I have actual days off. Sleep at night w/ the phone not ringing whenever and having to deal w/ problems that HAD to be taken care of NOW. And yes, the ability to turn off the phone ringer is a small, simple joy I am loving! Anyway, all this, coupled w/ my not being yelled at for other people’s mistakes and not having to be a dick to my drivers is helping my health which had suffered by having my stress level raised so high that it gave me high blood pressure and diabetes >:-0 Fortunately, it’s coming under control now, but for awhile there it was not so good. Now I sometimes have to wear glasses to read >:-( Really, there are far more important things in life than money…

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Moose Stuff


When I was younger, say in the early days of my reenactorness, I heard and grew fond of the Moose Song. A song that is great to sing and fun to sing with a lot of people. If you don’t get it, well so what, I don’t get a lot of things either. It’s fun, ah likes it ‘Nuff said!

Die Mooselied

1. When I’m in the mood for a very good lay,
I go to the closet and get me some hay.
I go to the window and spread it around,
for the mooses will come when there’s
hay on the ground.
…And its moose, moose, I want a moose,
I’ve never had anything quite like a moose.
I’ve had lots of women me life has been loose,
but I’ve never had anything quite like a moose!

2. When I was a young man I really liked girls.
I played with their bodies and fondled their curls.
But my girl ran off with a salesman named Bruce,
I’ve never been treated that way by a moose!
And its moose, moose usw.

3. I’ve done it with all kinds of beasties with hair.
I’d do it with snakes if their fangs were not there.
I’ve done it with sheepdogs, a llama, a goose,
but I’ve never had anything quite like a moose!
…and its moose, moose usw.

4. Gorillas are fun on a Saturday night.
Lions and tigers, they put up a fight.
But the feeling I get when I ram their caboose
is like nothing I get when I’m humping a moose.
…and its moose, moose usw.

5. And now that I’m old and advanced in my years,
I look to my past and shed not a tear.
I sit in my chair with a glass of vermouth,
playing hide the salami with Margaret the Moose
…and its moose, moose usw.

Started it is!


Finally, I did some real work on the WWII section… it’s not all linked together, but the main WW2 pages are there, plus all the Allied pages and Axis Main. I’m too tired to keep after it. Will work on that tomorrow. It’s just labor-intensive :-0 However, saying all that, it’s not so hard, mainly a lot of search-and-replace in the code I am transferring over — you just have to get that right or it’s ALL messed up.

What else?
I dunno… we had chili tonite. Watched the series finale of M*A*S*H as it was on and I really needed a break. Kind of wierd looking at it… you see sooo many 70-isms and stuff. Plus, being a reenactor-geek, I see ALL the farbisms (besides long hippy hair on 1950’s American military) and Wee hates me going on about stuff like that :-0 Kinda like Cross of Iron with the long 70’s hair… a great movie that needs CGI haircuts real bad.

Battlestar Galactica
Galactica last night was interesting. They seem to just be going off on some wierd tangent. I wonder if it will all end with Zac Adama getting out of a shower and it all being a bad dream of Starbucks?? Ron Moore couldn’t get away with that nowadays as this kind of thing is considered old and hackneyed. Who’s the final Cylon? I’m betting on Gaeta… kinda seems that way, but I bet it’s too obvious. Cottle maybe or a real kicker would be Bill Adama. Or the President… We shall see — in TWO weeks, of course… isn’t that bunch of crap how they do that when a series is winding down… hey, Sci-Fi, you idiots… I’m not gonna watch your other crap in the mean time. I hate corporate hacks.

Was going to go to town to pay my rent and get my meds, but couldn’t get a hold of my landlord. Will go to his work tomorrow. Then on to Wally World with the $4. prescriptions (probably made in China, but who can afford US made?). Shopping at Wal-Mart is like bills, you just sweep the thought under a mental rug and don’t look at it. You’d like to shop somewhere else, give the money to Americans, but it’s kinda hard when everywhere else is sooooo expensive. You know what I mean.

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A bit o’ the Drinkin’ it was…


Okay, only 2 beers and 4 red-headed sluts (Kent’s fav drink nowadays)… At least I didna drink one of the Irish Car Bombs… not tonite. Some time when I don’t have to come home, drive or anything else.

So, how’s your life? Mine’s a quagmire of bills and the long, slow slog to get out from under them 🙁 Ack! Not ready to be profound tonite…

Maybe my ass will get WWII going tomorrow.

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I’m becoming such a feel-good dork!! But really, this is just a really cool little commercial for the Discovery Channel… Wee showed it to me tonite on Discovery and I had to add it here so my 1-2 readers can share in the wonder and neatness of it 🙂 Boom-de-ada!


The Magma guy reminds me of my friend Kim 🙂

One More Song That I Find Haunting


I’ve read about it, but some of this song sure makes you think and just has a real haunting quality to it. And of course, that’s the purpose of the lyrics isn’t it — and it’s done SO well in this song. What’s weird is that Garth Brooks won’t let his stuff be on iTunes… so I bought a version by Dan Roberts (one of the composers of the song). Guess what, I think I like Dan Robert’s version better :-0

This is not the first time Mr. Brooks has done something like this… he was one of the movers trying to make it so artists got a cut off of USED CD’s >:-( I’m all for artist’s rights, but come on… if I buy a used car, Ford shouldn’t get a cut! He’d get more sympathy in his battles (as most of HATE the record labels for Killing Napster) if he’d realize his fans are not his enemies.

The Beaches of Cheyenne

They packed up all his buckles
And shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked
She must have took it bad
The workers come on Monday
To fix the door and patch the wall
They say she just went crazy
The night she got the call

He was up in Wyoming
And drew a bull no man could ride
He promised her he’d turn out
Well it turned out that he lied
And their dreams that they’d been livin’
In the California sand
Died right there beside him in Cheyenne

They she just went crazy
Screamin’ out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That if you go down by the water
You’ll see her footprints in the sand
‘Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

They never found her body
Just her diary by her bed
It told about the fight they had
And the words that she had said
When he told her he was ridin’
She said then I don’t give a damn
If you never come back from Cheyenne

They she just went crazy
Screamin’ out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That you can go down by the water
And see her footprints in the sand
‘Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

Nobody can explain it
Some say she’s still alive
They even claim they’ve seen her
On the shoreline late at night
So if you go down by the water
You’ll see her footprints in the sand
‘Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

Yes every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

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A song fer ma life


This ALWAYS struck a chord with me

Guitar Town
(Steve Earle)

Hey pretty baby are you ready for me
It’s your good rockin’ daddy down from Tennessee
I’m just out of Austin bound for San Antone
With the radio blastin’ and the bird dog on
There’s a speed trap up ahead in Selma Town
But no local yokel gonna shut me down
‘Cause me and my boys got this rig unwound
And we’ve come a thousand miles from a Guitar Town

Nothin’ ever happened ’round my hometown
And I ain’t the kind to just hang around
But I heard someone callin’ my name one day
And I followed that voice down the lost highway
Everybody told me you can’t get far
On thirty-seven dollars and a jap guitar
Now I’m smokin’ into Texas with the hammer down
And a rockin’ little combo from the Guitar Town

Hey pretty baby don’t you know it ain’t my fault
I love to hear the steel belts hummin’ on the asphalt
Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop
Stumble in the restaurant wonderin’ why I don’t stop

Gotta keep rockin’ why I still can
I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan
But when my boots hit the boards I’m a brand new man
With my back to the riser I make my stand
And hey pretty baby won’t you hold me tight
We’re loadin’ up and rollin’ out of here tonight
One of these days I’m gonna settle down
And take you back with me to the Guitar Town

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A Nice Club…


What, yer askin’ is that fat bastard babbling about this time!? Well, I am now a member of Flannery’s Beer Club — this thanks to my brother Kent, who bought me a membership. They’ve now stopped accepting memberships for a while (much to Wee’s irritation) but… as a member, you get your own marked stein, an embroidered golf shirt, a t-shirt and discounts on beer and food at Flannery’s Tavern on the Square. It’s so worth it!

Why, youz is thinkin’ would that be that great? Well, for one, they have GREAT food. For another, I find I am enjoying having a beer (or three) in a congenial place such as this. The people that work there are great, the people I have met there are great! What more can you ask for? Okay, Kent lives close by, if I get tanked, he doesn’t fear driving and so I can pass out at his place 🙂 Is that good enough?

Something Missing
I think that this is something we miss in America, the pub life they have in the UK and other Commonwealth places. A social place to unwind, to talk, to discuss things from politics to sports to life. We all need such a thing. I miss it in my life nowadays. My Mom used to have a great bar called the Bohemian Tavern in Cottage Grove, Oregon and I liked it too… no problems, a good time. This is what I want in life… Oh, I am so into a Disney ending… not some damn art-geek ending where everyone gets wiped out and even the dog gets killed… oh, I’m so shallow, aren’t I?