The Other Dave

Darned Cat!

Everytime I find the cat alone in the "computer room" he's sacked out on top of the monitor. I've been trying to tell him its OK for him to do so, just as long as I can get a picture. As soon as I grab for the camera however, the little fuzz-bucket takes off...

Silly-ass cat...

Typepad, It's What's For Dinner

I can't tell you the juicy details about the behind the scenes stuff that is part of beta'ing a TypePad blog. I can tell you that if MovableType had this interface, we'd all be in HOG HEAVEN. I'll most likely NOT give up my domain (and my :minions:) to pay for Typepad but for folks that don't want the trouble of dealing with domain and web provider issues (and cgi-bins and etc), TypePad will be the way you want to go.

My only problem? I'm signed up to blog on TypePad and I seem to be in the "dispirited slump" portion of the blogging cycle... Maybe I'll redo up a few old entries or try my hand at importing...

Flattops Getting Fancy

The latest aircraft carrier to be commissioned, the USS Ronald W. Reagan (CVN-76), will have lots of improvements over the existing Nimitz-class carriers. Included are a ship-wide fiber optic network, much better air conditioning, more space for women, a redesigned island, only three arresting wires and a big honking bulbous nose that's supposed to make it all stable.

I wish I could have at least good A/C in the old USS America when I did my two cruises back in the early '80s. We had a TV station with two channels, that was about it...

UPDATE: As I was reading Scott at AMCGLTD's entry about this, I followed another link and discovered something potentially horrible! See if you can figure it out what chills me to my spine!!!

After the next carrier, the George H.W. Bush, the Navy intends to unveil a new design; it will be roughly the size of a Nimitz-class ship but with automated systems that could cut the ship's company of 3,200 by one-third or more and a new reactor able to power electromagnetic catapults and directed-energy weapons.

Did you figure it out? If the next carrier is gonna be named after GHW Bush, can the USS W. J. Clinton be far behind?!

AAAUUUGGGHHHH!!!!

Rubber Ducks Rule!

11 years ago, 29,000 rubber ducks (and rubber beavers, turtles and frogs) fell off a container ship in the Pacific. They are still washing up on shores. Lately they've been spotted in the North Atlantic!

Once a year we dump several thousand rubber ducks in the Ohio River, on purpose. You pay five bucks to "adopt" a duck. If that duck passes a line first, you win a $10,000. Who said Hoosiers don't know how to have a good time...

New Evil Blog!

I just discovered a new blog via my refferal links. "...somewhere near Sol" appears to be a paranoid blog missive written by "Satan's Parakeet" or SP for short. A small sample:

The world is not my oyster. Rather, it is an oversized clam past its used-by date. It has a tangy, stale-bacon aftertaste that leaves an un-pleasant stinging sensation in the back of my throat much like when one accidentally swallows an uncomfortably large wad of Velcro. It leaves my ravaged oesophagus gagging with uncontrollable spasms as it vainly tries to reject the memory of abuse in a fine mist of sneeze particles and larger globules of spittle. My stomach heaves like the mighty oceans of Atlantis when it was swallowed by monstrous swells and vile creatures of the deep. Deep, deep it sinks into the bowels of the earth, just like my own bowels that are tightly compacted with the faecal matter of humanities insidious wrongs. Days and days pass as my own incestuous waste stays lodged in these sickly, vitamin deficient lower organs of mine. The huge bog, like a demonic and sentient creature in its own right, struggles and strains to be released until finally the pain and pressure of acute constipation forces the coarse, rotten, infested dump past my inflamed, tightly contracted anus. Like a smelly midget antichrist, it flees my pain-wracked body, scurrying down the grime-encrusted s-bend of damnation, finally to return to this spoiled earth. This oyster. This oversized clam. This dead-baby flavoured wad of camel jism. Free... free to start its cycle of unrestrained evil once again.

I think SP is in Australia, judging from the URL... Very funny stuff. Paranoia and giggles on the small screen the likes of which have not been seen in my lifetime. And that was only SP's third entry???

'Scuse Me While I Whip This Out...

Ladies and gentlemen, one of my favorite movies of all time. Blazing Saddles!

The Ultimate Western Spoof. A town where everyone seems to be named Johnson is in the way of the railroad. In order to grab their land, Hedley Lemar, a politically connected nasty person, sends in his henchmen to make the town unlivable. After the sheriff is killed, the town demands a new sheriff from the Governor. Hedley convinces him to send the town the first Black sheriff in the west. Bart is a sophisticated urbanite who will have some difficulty winning over the townspeople.

The funniest and most un-PC movie Mel Brooks has ever put out...

It's Here, It's New

It's TYPEPAD and I'm beta testing it for a while. This is only my first post but so far I love everything I've seen so far... More later...