| The morning's adventure |
[Nov. 13th, 2007|09:36 am] |
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We blasted off into deep, deep outer space. After some confusion, I was assigned the role of mission control. Astronaut Tookie headed towards the asteroid belt. There was a slight shimmy of the left rear ventricle noticed and the pilot was informed that if it began to shake as well, a tango or waltz may be in order.
Worried about damage to his ship, the pilot was informed that prior to launch an asteroid repellent field had been installed (big green button by his left hand). A game of asteroid pinball ensued.
Leaving the asteroid belt on his way to the sun (new math was used during this calculation), astronaut Tookie informed us of being chased by asteroid ships firing asteroids from asteroid guns in their asteroids. Reminding him of his repellent field, all was well until the asteroid ships returned to the asteroid belt and were destroyed by asteroids without asteroid guns firing asteroids at the asteroid ships in the asteroid belt.
Informing mission control he as going to land, the dancing girls, the show girls, and the dancing bears were removed from the runway. Astronaut Tookie then informed mission control that he was planning on landing on the dark side of the darkest planet instead.
First encounter with E.T. life forms involved Eating Ghosts. New technology was quickly developed to combat this terror, but a bacterial infection that made people put their hand on their head and stick out their tongue was let loose on humanity.
Once again informing us that he was landing, mission control cleared the runway of tables, chairs, filed a lawsuit against the contractor who was supposed to pave the runway for non-compliance, and prepared for the landing.
It was a perfect five-point landing on three landing pads. Astronaut Tookie was quickly shackled to prevent another liftoff prior to isolation and decontamination procedures.
Mission accomplished...we think. |
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| Follow the Money |
[Sep. 26th, 2007|02:05 pm] |
Two two-hour naps since yesterday morning and an emergency drive overnight to Shreveport leads to some interesting brain connections firing. The one that got me today was this amazing tidbit that is really obvious if you think about it, but seemed beautiful to me on 7 cups of coffee...
Our great leader is threatening a veto of S-CHIP (health insurance for almost-poor kids) because the Democrat bill expands the $$ in the program from the $5 billion increase he wants to $35 billion. They propose to fund it with a $0.61 tax increase per pack of cigarettes. Bush complains it will create a welfare state with socialized medicine.
On the other side, Bush is asking for a $190 billion spending bill for troops in Iraq, with no mentioned way to pay for it.
I've got this novel notion...Save the smokers*! Let them keep buying cheaper cigarettes and pay for the S-CHIP increase by approving a $160 billion bill for Iraq. Think the left and right hands could ever manage to work together on this?
*Disclaimer - I'm not a smoker. |
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| I made the news!!! Sort of... |
[Sep. 25th, 2007|09:45 am] |
Fourth time's a charm?
My martial arts school has a fighting stunts group (do fighting scenes for movies, etc.) Well, someone wanted to do a local new segment on it, so one of their reporters did it for a day or so, filming, etc. He talked with grandmanster and a couple of others.
Filming went on during class time and I got caught in a couple of the scenes! Yea me!
As you watch it, here are the places to look for me...
- When we're bowing to each other and giving the other person a kicking target, I'm getting the target from the black-haird girl in the background. You can see my head for about half a second.
- When everyone in the background is swining staffs around, I'm in the farthest back corner, almost center of picture, but farthest away.
Think I'll get my big shot next?
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