tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102438642024-03-13T14:41:13.376-07:00bored stiff geeksbored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.comBlogger520125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-31754209247114793972016-11-29T22:02:00.001-08:002016-11-29T22:02:54.654-08:00hi blogposthey blogpost
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<br>Jimbored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-40768451535382096322015-03-14T09:26:00.000-07:002015-03-14T09:26:00.635-07:00nothing like a tasty slice of pi, part quinze<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><strong>happy pi day/hour/minute/second</strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><strong></strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><strong>3/14/15 9:26 and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;">53.58979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808651328230664709384460955058223172535940812848111745028410270193852110555964462294895493038196442881097566593344612847564823378678316527120190914564856692346034861045432664821339360726024914127372458700660631558817488152092096282925409171536436789259<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></span>03600113305305488204665213<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></span>84146951941511609. . .</span></span></strong></span>seconds</span></strong></span></span>bored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-74830872299139016292015-02-07T21:41:00.001-08:002015-02-07T21:57:05.826-08:00cats: they think they own the house: epilogue<br />
and now the saga ends, sadly.<br />
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jewels, the black cat, joined princess, the gray one, at the kitty playground in the sky. she stopped eating about a week ago, and i took her to the vet on tuesday, whereupon the doc informed me of the cat's kidney failure. she went quietly into that good night.<br />
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she lived with us 15 good years, and she was a wonderful companion. she was tough as nails, and gentle as. . .erm. . .a kitten.<br />
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jack and owen, the other two cats, know something is amiss. owen skulks about and won't venture into our bedroom where jewels would sleep. jack just looks more confused than usual.<br />
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something IS off. there is no chatter when I enter my room, no slumbering presence at the foot of my bed. she is gone. . .but this time there is no creepy emotional detachment. this is real, and my home is changed.<br />
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thanks for the memories, jewels. you will be missed. farewell, cat.<br />
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for a good chuckle, the rest of the story begins <a href="http://boredstiffgeeks.blogspot.com/2005/02/cats-they-think-they-own-place-and.html?m=0">here</a>. enjoy the saga.bored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-82218227562968497222012-03-14T01:59:00.000-07:002012-03-14T01:59:00.844-07:00nothing like a tasty slice of pi, part deux<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">happy pi day/hour/minute/second</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">3/14 1:59 and 26.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;">5358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808651328230664709384460955058223172535940812848111745028410270193852110555964462294895493038196442881097566593344612847564823378678316527120190914564856692346034861045432664821339360726024914127372458700660631558817488152092096282925409171536436789259<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></span>03600113305305488204665213<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></span>84146951941511609...</span></span></strong></span> seconds</span></span></strong>bored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-81590755041348193752011-10-05T21:22:00.000-07:002011-10-05T21:27:51.180-07:00Bad Prediction of the day:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">"There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home." </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">-- Ken Olson, president, chairman and founder of Digital Equipment Corp., 1977 --</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">This sentiment was uttered at about the same time that <br />a guy named Steve Jobs was starting a little company called Apple</span></div>bored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-37608974839133518372011-05-18T08:16:00.001-07:002011-05-18T08:17:13.673-07:00he aint heavy. . .he's my brother<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">gene and me, 26 may 1990</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">-------------------------------</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The road is long</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">With many a winding turn</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">That leads us to who knows where</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Who knows where</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But I'm strong</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Strong enough to carry him</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He ain't heavy, he's my brother</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So on we go</span></span><br />
<span class="txt_1"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">His welfare is of my concern</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">No burden is he to bear</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We'll get there</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">For I know</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He would not encumber me</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He ain't heavy, he's my brother</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">If I'm laden at all</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm laden with sadness</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">That everyone's heart</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Isn't filled with the gladness</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Of love for one another</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It's a long, long road</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">From which there is no return</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">While we're on the way to there</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Why not share</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And the load</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Doesn't weigh me down at all</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He ain't heavy he's my brother</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He's my brother</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He ain't heavy, he's my brother.</span></span><br />
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"leave my hair out of it!"</div>bored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-61012923718224381562011-04-24T19:25:00.000-07:002011-04-24T19:26:41.207-07:00a toast to familyMay the best ye've ever seen<br>Be the worst ye'll ever see<br>May a mouse ne'er leave yer girnal<br>Wi' a tear drap in his e'e<br>May ye aye keep hale an' he'rty<br>Till ye're auld eneuch tae dee<br>May ye aye be jist as happy<br>As we wish ye aye tae bebored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-45115524498525819632011-04-24T00:01:00.000-07:002011-04-24T00:01:01.722-07:00happy easter egg<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">to whom Easter is not a hunt…but a find;</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">not a greeting…but a proclamation;</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">not outward fashion…but inward grace;</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">not a day…but eternity.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;">--thanks to dave h for this one--</span></span></div>bored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-17827522346260166012011-04-21T21:08:00.000-07:002011-04-21T21:09:51.428-07:00please be on the lookout. . .i have some friends who have left their native iraq and are refugees from the current war. they need a place to stay, so i thought i'd mention you. they will be stopping by in the next couple of days. if you have room to keep them, even for a night, they'd be indebted to you for life--they'll do anything for you.<br />
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please be on the lookout. . .they'll show up in two cars--a green mercedes and a white mercedes.<br />
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they travel light, and won't be too much trouble.<br />
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would you mind lending a hand?<br />
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thanks.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYypFQhaExA/TbD-j9GIxkI/AAAAAAAABjg/RIdwsPsvSv8/s1600/2+benzes.jpg">click here</a> for a picture so you'll know what they look like.bored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-5732403933641734672011-04-19T20:11:00.000-07:002011-04-19T20:29:24.521-07:00rise of the machines. . .<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">today is THE DAY that doomed all of humanity. . .because according to "Terminator 2," April 19, 2011 at 8:11 PM, Skynet became self aware, starting a chain of events that led to a war between man and machine. . .</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">so everyone, smoke em if you got 'em!!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14px;">--thanks to k woodman for this one--</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">My friend Kevin and I are volunteers at a National cemetery in Oklahoma and put in a few days a month in a 'slightly larger' uniform.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Today had been a long, long day and I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's and have a cold one. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 16:55. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'Ma'am, may I assist you in any way?' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She took long enough to answer. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'My pleasure, ma'am.' (Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.) </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">' Vietnam, ma'am.. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off.. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time..' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flower bunches out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X.Davidson, USMC, 1943. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She paused for a second and more tears flowed. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She looked confused.. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.' </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970. She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out and more tears flowed. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all Marines.' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She stopped! Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know. She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'Get to the 'Out' gate quick.. I have something I've got to do.' </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road fast. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!' </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice far beyond the realm of most. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.' </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.</span><br />
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<span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QM7LR46zrQU" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe></span></span>bored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-7146401736200396212011-01-28T17:05:00.000-08:002011-01-28T17:05:51.094-08:00seen on the west end of an eastbound landscaping company truck. . .<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>no job too small.</i></div>
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i wonder: will they do weekly landscaping around this?</div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"The Last and Final Deadline for submission is this Friday, January 28."</span></i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Funny, but I didn't receive notice indicating there was a <i>Second-to-Last and Almost Final Deadline.</i> </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Doesn't <i>"Deadline"</i> imply Last Day, making "<i>Last</i>" redundant, and therefore "<i>and Final</i>" <i><b>doubly-redundant</b>?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Where do these people learn to write?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Nollaig Shona agus Athbhliain faoi mhaise daoibh go léir!</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Happy Christmas and lovely New Year to all!</b></span></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I am </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">雞蛋的人</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I am </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">的海象</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">From:</span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> Gene<br /> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sent:</span></b> Wednesday, December 13, 2006 2:25 PM<b><br /></b> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Subject:</span></b> FW: thought</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">So, there I was, June 5, 2003…staying with my kids while my ex was out of town for the weekend. I was in fairly good shape…matter of fact, I ran twice that day. That evening after dinner, the kidlets and I went to Dairy Queen. I had a medium cone dipped in chocolate. Medium! Heck…their medium is big enough to feed half of Scappoose, fer cryin' out loud!</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Anyway, there I was, lying on the couch at around 11:30 PM, the kids were in bed when I started to feel heartburn? It seemed to be a bad case of heartburn, probably from that danged dipped cone that I had at DQ, so I got up, went upstairs and woke my oldest boy (he was 16 at the time) and asked him to get me aspirin. All that was in the house was those kiddie aspirins…you know, " St Joseph 's" aspirin. So, I took 5…I figgrd that should be enough. I went back downstairs…after 30 minutes, the feeling was getting worse and my boy woke up to my groans as I was lying on the couch and said something like, "call the hospital?" So I did and the advice nurse suggested that she send an ambulance. Umm…oookay? </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> I wake up…I'm shaking…I'm confused! I look down at my toes and I've covered in brown-throw-up and the bucket is laying on its side. "What the heck!", I'm thinking. I look to my left…my nurse is sitting next to me…she looks concerned…I ask, "what happened?" She says, "you threw up so hard, that you stopped your heart…but…you're okay now." I look back over my right shoulder and notice a guy-nurse standing there, holding those paddles in his hand…you know, the paddles…the things that they use and yell, "CLEAR" and then they shock you with! But he didn't need to use them but I was seconds away from that!</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> Like I said, the problems continued. March 3, 2006, 11 AM…I go to the bathroom in the office building. I'm sitting on the can and when I'm done, I reach to my left, place my hand on the roll of toilet paper and…I just sit there, not knowing what to do next. So, I pull my hand back and think about it. A minute later, I again reach for the tp and again…I don't know what to do next. Another minute passes and again, same thing. And then I notice that I'm slumping to the right and the more I try to sit up, the more I slump. Now I'm leaning against the stall wall and as I thing to myself, "sit up stupid...what are you doing", I slump and eventually…all of a sudden, I'm lying on the floor in the stall, kind of in a fetal position with my pants around my ankles. I think, "ok...this is dumb…git yer butt off the floor before someone comes in and sees you lying here with your pants around your ankles." But try as I might, I can't move.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Soon it's 1-2-3…poof, and they lift me into a gurney and roll me into the hall. I see lots of people, a few I recognize. And yes, my final thought when I see people is (can you guess it?), "My damn pants are still around my ankles!" Priorities…gotta have priorities! I learned later that my pants were pulled up before I was lifted into the gurney but what did I know?!</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">30 minutes later, I'm at OHSU ( Oregon Health Sciences University …one of the local and nationally famous hospitals). There's a lot of people in the room and there seems to be confusion on who can sign for, as I learned later, experimental surgery. They call my brother and my mother, but they're not home. People from work are there, my girlfriend is there but since they aren't family, they can't sign. Somehow, someone notices that I seem somewhat coherent so they suggest I sign. Ok, I figure…gimme the pen. But I can't read, I don't know what I'm signing…I'm nervous but, whatdaheck…I sign! At first, I couldn't write coherently…my whole right side is virtually useless. I'm pissed that I can't read my signature but finally, the effort of being pissed is too much, so I just scribble. I doubt very much that it is readable but…good enough for the docs and whoosh…I'm off to surgery!</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I don't remember anything until 7 PM that nite. Apparently the surgery was done by 2 PM and I was moved up to the ICU around 4. 5 PM, I wake up to see this big guy, I think he was black or latino…I don't know…and he's yelling in my face! He's trying to get me out of my drug-induced sleep and wake me the heck up. So I wake up but…I don't remember anything else until 7 PM when I look to my right and see my girlfriend sitting there, watching me and being her beautiful self…and I look to my left and see my brother Jimmy sitting there also watching me.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I try to speak…a word comes out and then…nothing. So, Sabrina and Jimmy play verbal charades and try to guess what I said and what I want. A few long seconds go by and I utter another word…and the charades begin again! A few more seconds go by and I again utter something…charades…and then, the effort of trying to talk is wearing me out and so, with my right hand, I make a waiving-off gesture and I utter the complete sentence of, "O…never mind." We go through this effort concluding with the gesture and the "O..never mind" four or five more times until I give up and just let them talk too me and at me. 9 PM rolls around, Jimmy goes home. 10 rolls around and Sabrina goes, although I could tell that she didn't want to.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Next morning at 9:15, I pick up the phone and call Sabrina. She answers and I say, "Hi baby…how are you?" The words just roll off my tongue! And she goes ballistic…she is beside herself, she can't believe I'm talking! Later, I found out why. You see, I had had a massive stroke. Sabrina and my family were told that it was possible that, worst case, I could be a vegetable! But only time would tell how much, if any I would recover. Matter of fact, had I not been found for another 3 hours, I would've died and the fact that I was operated on within 3 hours is why I recovered. Within 24 hours, I was 95% recovered and I recovered the other 4.99% within a month. I had "expressive aphasia (?) which means I sometimes would get this blank expression on my face in mid-sentence as I tried to find a word to express what I was saying. To some degree, I still, once in awhile, can't find the word. And I still have the residual affect of my handwriting is crummy. I used to have very nice penmanship. Now, I have to make sure I pay attention to what I'm writing, otherwise it comes out barely readable.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">My God! We're not married! And she is planning to take care of me! My God! My God! My God!</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">You see, I have not been the best of boyfriends to her. I've put us…I've put her through some rocky times. So rocky that anyone else would've ended the relationship a long time ago. Yeah, I could blame and I have blamed a lot of things I've been through before I met her but that is dishonest and cowardly. Bottom line…I loved her the minute I met her…really…I'm not kidding…I knew I loved her and would love her within 5 minutes of being with her…but, my actions did not live up to the standard that love requires.</span></span></div>
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</span>bored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-68187772003586440802010-10-26T13:37:00.000-07:002010-10-26T13:44:14.301-07:00If you think this is ugly, YOU SHOULD SEE THE FRONT END!<div>
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<br /></div>bored stiff geekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942821658021364573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10243864.post-6822152860326511722010-10-25T12:31:00.000-07:002010-10-25T14:33:02.510-07:00ignorance is. . .umm. . .<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Good for you, Sarah Palin. A lesser human might have wilted under the blaze of her own, blinding hypocrisy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span>But not you. You're a regular gal who gets paid $100k for a night of speaking. Only in your world could a Tea Party made of mostly old, rich whites bitching about taxes somehow be called a "revolution."<br />
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And you keep on:<br />
<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Taking shots at the "<i>elite media</i>" while flying through your multi-million-dollar book tour in a Learjet.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span>Ranting against "socialized healthcare" even though your own family hopped the border to mooch. . .um. . ."<i>socialized healthcare</i>" from Canada.</li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Calling yourself a feminist despite being the furthest possible thing from it.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Complaining about "gotcha" journalism despite recently having to be told that Africa was not, in fact, a country.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Lecturing people about abstinence-only education <i>when your teenage daughter is already a single mom</i>.</span></li>
</ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Yes, ignorance must truly be bliss.</span><br />
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