I'm not a real criminal, but I play one on the internet, so I'm surprised to find a new crime I didn't know about.
Over in Osage, someone called the cops because an ER nurse was acting funny, and the wheels of justice turned.
(She) faces one count of possession of drug paraphernalia, one count of simulated public intoxication and one count of theft as well as three counts of possession of a controlled substance and one count of possession of contraband in a correctional facility. She’s pleaded not guilty.
Simulated public intox? Does that mean we can lock up the Reverend Mister Al Sharpton, too?
Jan 11, 2012
Note to Roddy McDowell: No, I can't feel the warm anymore
On this day we depart fantasy and greet the return of reality. Yesterday -- and for a remarkable part of the winter of 2011/'12 -- a tee shirt under flannel under a windbreaker was all we needed topside for outdoor work. I thank all of you who cooperated by venting flourocarbons into the atmosphere.
This morning, back inside after a little sunrise exercise at the woodpile, I recall with thanks the disrobed nun* who created my thick red wool socks and again publicly praise my lovely daughter for an even higher quality hand-knit watch cap.
Rain and snow, becoming all snow after noon. Temperature falling to around 22 by 5pm. Windy, with a north northwest wind between 28 and 31 mph, with gusts as high as 45 mph ...snow accumulation of less than 1 inch possible.
Tonight: Scattered flurries after midnight...low around 8. Blustery, with a north northwest wind between 26 and 29 mph, with gusts as high as 38 mph.
Still, only three or four days in the 15-day forecast are supposed to be much below normal, and several of them are to be in the balmy 30s. Plus, no snow or not enough to matter. Plus, in just 14 days, the averages become our ally, rising one degree to 26 for daily highs, pushing us inexorably into the season of the dandelion and the narrow-leaved weeds requiring frequent mowing.
Time to get my Speedo out of storage.
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*Absolutely true
This morning, back inside after a little sunrise exercise at the woodpile, I recall with thanks the disrobed nun* who created my thick red wool socks and again publicly praise my lovely daughter for an even higher quality hand-knit watch cap.
Rain and snow, becoming all snow after noon. Temperature falling to around 22 by 5pm. Windy, with a north northwest wind between 28 and 31 mph, with gusts as high as 45 mph ...snow accumulation of less than 1 inch possible.
Tonight: Scattered flurries after midnight...low around 8. Blustery, with a north northwest wind between 26 and 29 mph, with gusts as high as 38 mph.
Still, only three or four days in the 15-day forecast are supposed to be much below normal, and several of them are to be in the balmy 30s. Plus, no snow or not enough to matter. Plus, in just 14 days, the averages become our ally, rising one degree to 26 for daily highs, pushing us inexorably into the season of the dandelion and the narrow-leaved weeds requiring frequent mowing.
Time to get my Speedo out of storage.
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*Absolutely true
Jan 10, 2012
The Associated Press in New Hampshire reports...
... that Mitt said: "If I am president of the United States, I will not forget New Hampshire,"
Translation: About your votes, people. If you're selling, I'm buying. Hideous, but politics as usual. It's just that Romney has been losing control of his tongue lately and needs a state-of-the art teleprompter as bad as His Ineptness. But this is an attributed quotation and therefore not the AP's fault.
This is:
Third place was being discussed as the equivalent of a win for much of the field because Paul, the quirky Texas congressman, seemed to have a lock on the No. 2 spot.
So, the world's greatest wire service, on it's own, in a narrative, assumes the authority to inform the world who is and is not quirky -- and thus how the significance of the voters' choices should be measured.
Not so very long ago, that sort of editorializing in a straight news report would have landed the AP reporter's partisan or incompetent ass in the street -- right on top of the editor who filed it to the wire.
C'mon AssPress. Give yourself something to be proud of for a change.
Translation: About your votes, people. If you're selling, I'm buying. Hideous, but politics as usual. It's just that Romney has been losing control of his tongue lately and needs a state-of-the art teleprompter as bad as His Ineptness. But this is an attributed quotation and therefore not the AP's fault.
This is:
Third place was being discussed as the equivalent of a win for much of the field because Paul, the quirky Texas congressman, seemed to have a lock on the No. 2 spot.
So, the world's greatest wire service, on it's own, in a narrative, assumes the authority to inform the world who is and is not quirky -- and thus how the significance of the voters' choices should be measured.
Not so very long ago, that sort of editorializing in a straight news report would have landed the AP reporter's partisan or incompetent ass in the street -- right on top of the editor who filed it to the wire.
C'mon AssPress. Give yourself something to be proud of for a change.
The Guns of Moronia
A spotty video, but it has enough laugh snips to make it worthwhile. And, for you prurients, there's the occasional set of hot-brass catchers or, if you prefer, hot brass catchers.
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(via email, from my pardner John of the GMA)
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(via email, from my pardner John of the GMA)
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