I can’t believe Mel Gibson would go this far.
(Unfortunately, there’s no mention of “sugar tits.” Sorry. Just had to have an excuse to say “sugar tits” on my blog.)
I can’t believe Mel Gibson would go this far.
(Unfortunately, there’s no mention of “sugar tits.” Sorry. Just had to have an excuse to say “sugar tits” on my blog.)
The Turner family vacation to Florida is nine days away and already the storms are circling like sharks. It looks like Tropical Storm Chris will wander into the Gulf, but the Bermuda high now cooking the southeast may be enough to keep it safely offshore. I don’t see anything lining up behind Chris so we may squeak out a dry vacation yet.
Okay, so everyone knows its hot by now. Does the media really need to make this their top story? I mean, isn’t it pretty self-evident when you step outside? Why have the bimbo anchor on the cable network ruin my enjoyment of a cool, dark restaurant by reminding me how blasted hot it is outside? We know already!
Now get back to covering the corruption in the Republican-controlled Congress and the Democratic-controlled N.C. House before I run out of things to rant about. Sheesh.
About two hours ago my home weather station measured the highest temperature of the year: 103.1 degrees F. This is shy of the highest I’ve ever seen, which was 104.1 degrees F from last summer.
My station’s temperature sensor is out of direct sunlight but is close to the brick foundation of the south side of my house. I wonder sometimes if the hot brick skews the temperature to the high side. If I wanted to be a stickler about it, I could build a Stevenson screen but I’m not that concerned with accuracy!
Yet, anyway. Heh.
The New York Times is quoting anonymous sources who claim Floyd Landis had synthetic testosterone in his urine sample. If this is true it will be really hard to explain it as anything other than cheating.
Tests on the backup B sample are expected by the end of this week. The saga continues . . .
Postage rates change faster than oil prices nowadays. As a result its easy to wind up with a pile of stamps that say ‘first class,’ but whose value has long since changed.
Today I found a page on the U.S. Postal Service website which shows the value of these nondenominated stamps. You can refer to the Basic Standards For Mailing Service html page, or download a prettier PDF file for reference.
I picked up three surplus DBS dishes today with an eye on picking up a couple more FTA satellites. I can’t wait to hook them up to my MythTV box to see what I can tune in.
If this upcoming sales tax holiday is such a wonderful thing, why can’t every day be a holiday?
The AP wire has a fascinating feature recalling the Battle Of Athens, an armed battle that took place sixty years ago in rural Tennessee between corrupt deputies and grizzled WWII veterans who’d had enough of corruption. No one was seriously hurt in the shootout but it spelled the end of the political machines in much of the South.
“The lesson is that people ought to take voting a whole lot more seriously than they do and not let things get out of hand,” said Harold Powers, a witness to the battle. “Don’t let the politicians just take over.”
How true.
Fayetteville Street has been open to traffic for all of two days, and already the city is cashing in on parking tickets. How cops can justify parking tickets is beyond me, since the street has no markings! It doesn’t even have parking meters, as far as I can tell.
A city official is quoted as saying lines were not painted on Fayetteville Street for “aesthetic reasons.”
Uh, say what?
This I don’t understand. It’s supposed to be a street, not a work of art. Paint it like every other street. If you’re going to hand out parking tickets, paint it and/or meter it so people know what’s going on. Don’t ambush them with tickets because “aesthetic reasons” have made you lose your mind.
Ten million bucks later and the City of Raleigh is still trying to kill downtown.