Always stay on the path...

Ok, so I sprained my ankle this week and have slowly been nursing myself back to walking normally. I have been walking the path near my house and decided today to let the dog play in the water. Well there is a large crossing through the creek near my house and I walked down there to let him cool off. Slightly up the creek I could see a sandbar type area that looked like a better place to take the dog, so I headed for it. So here I am walking with the dog through this trail and I see a bike sitting off to the side. No real thought about it. I'm in the middle of the burbs. Its summer. Some kid probably left it and is playing with his buds. I continue walking down the trail and I can see the sandbar in the creek. It was a nice spot to play too. But as I turn a corner to come onto the creek bank I look up and my dog is about 5 feet from a teenage couple in the middle of a serious makeout session. Wasn't expecting to see that. Maybe a few squirrels playing with there nuts or even a deer, but not that. I never broke stride, about faced, said "sorry kids," as I walked off. Trying to excuse myself as quickly as possible. Fortunately they had their backs to me, well she did, and I couldn't see his face. So that's probably for the best. Anyway, I'll be staying on the trail until mating season is over.

Vlad comes home

Guess its just about time.

Cloaking devices and the Predator

I was reading a story today about how scientists were developing the math necessary to create the cloaking device. Pretty cool shit, although it has military implications written all over it.

Also, Predator and Predator 2 are such guilty pleasures. I should be going to sleep, but just have to watch Gary Busey sliced in two just one more time...;) Dammit, Bill Paxton is about to bite it. I always liked him. Well he did just through a golf ball at the Predator. Should know better. Oh well. Murtaugh will be along any moment now to kick some ass. Joe Pesci should have been in this movie.

In passing

I was sitting in traffic yesterday wondering why we weren't moving when I noticed a line of fire trucks facing me. Several people had parked on the side of the road and were out of their cars staring down into traffic. I thought there had been some horrible traffic accident that had so traumatized everyone that even the firefighters felt like it was hopeless. It wasn't until I pulled onto that same road that I realized why everyone was on the overpass. They weren't staring at some horrible accident....They were paying their respects. The funeral procession for Vicky Armel was passing on the opposite side of the road, heading past the Police Station where she was slain.

I was awed by the number of police cruisers and firetrucks. I pulled to the side of the road. Straight ahead of me on the overpass was a fire truck with its ladder extended, an American flag hanging from it. Across the interstate I saw a woman standing with her hand over her heart. I knew I had to call my Dad and tell him what I was seeing. I knew he would understand. I had to stop several times while I was talking to him because I was choking up from the emotion of it all. Complete strangers were thanking this officer for making the ultimate sacrifice. She was touching us all.

My Dad listened quietly while I described the scene to him. I knew he would understand. He had been part of that procession many times for fellow officers. I never met Detective Armel, as I am sure most of those standing beside the road had not. But seeing her procession reminded me of how I used to think of my father when I was younger. My father was a police officer. A damn fine officer. He was Superman to me. He was/is still the man I measure myself by.

Sitting on the side of the road talking to my Dad I felt a little less lost. For a few minutes my Dad was Superman again.

The smell of the SuperMax.

Prison Bitch... I've seen enough Oz episodes to hope that his stay is much the same...

Moussaoui...

"Who's the martyr now bitch!!!"

Once more...

Just some more food for thought on the immigration thing...

I would have to say, "I agree."

More irritating than the price of gas. I am generally not the love it or leave it type person. I also know that illegals live a life where they can be working one day and deported the next. They become just another set of hands picking vegetables or working construction. I respect the work they do. They are good people for the most part. But they are still breaking the law.

We won't bend on this issue. American's are one of the most charitable groups in the world, but we don't take kindly to demanding of us. We are a nation made up of immigrants. We fought, cheated, and stole this land. That's the evolutionary chain of civilization. Slaves built the south and a large part of the North. The Chinese built the railroads. The Italians and the Irish, well there was Little Italy and Boston, and the Mob. The point is, that as an immigrant through history in this country, no one had anything handed too them. The first immigrants to the New World were killed by the natives. Life was not easy. It still isn't. Oh, and just to rain a bit more on your parade. If the U.S. Government hasn't apologized for slavery, it will not rollover and just give you what you want. Trust me, we know.

Quotes...

Just some things that I heard this past week that I thought I would share....

Dude, you must have some seriously thick testicles...

If you gave me a breast exam like you rub your dog's butt, we'd have a better relationship...

It's like swinging a Mercedes around in a bar fight....