Quoting from this site: Astronauts can spot the Great Wall from low-Earth orbit, along with plenty of other things like the Giza pyramids and even airport runways. But they can’t see the Wall from the Moon. Just in case you were wondering. The same site says the water going down the drain the other way […]
To the Moon! Er, From the Moon? Read More »
Quoting from this site: The explosion of the Challenger in 1986, after 24 consecutive shuttle flights, grounded all U.S. manned space missions for more than two years. (Compare that with the early history of aviation, when 20 of the first 40 pilots hired by the Post Office died in crashes within three years, with no
I’ve noticed something since I started talking politics here. When I get an opposing viewpoint–it’s just an insult. No thought, no logic, no reason, just an insult. Which, I think, supports my point quite neatly. But I wonder. What is it that makes me a “liberal.” (oh yes, that word is in all the insults!)
Ah, yes, back to the life successfully avoided during the holidays. That’s probably the best thing about the holidays, the way if you dodge all the parties and other crap, you can use them as an excuse to dodge the normal crap. There is nothing wrong with being a hermit, I’ll have you know. My
Reality Intrudes Once More Read More »
Hope met me at the bottom of the stairs this morning with the news she had a “tummyache” and had been up most of the night. I question “most,” but I’m willing to believe she lost sleep. After she threw up, she felt fine, but she still had a temperature so I decreed a return
Another of my odd creations. But hey, it might help somebody. The Twelve Steps of Chickens Anonymous We admitted we were powerless over chicken-ism–that our unsubmitted manuscripts had become unmanageable. Came to believe that a Publisher greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity. Made a decision to turn our will and our careers over
Chickens Anonymous Read More »
No blog tonight, I jammed my finger at karate. It doesn’t want to bend. Want to have fun? Try being a 60+ wpm touch typist with a non-bending finger. I can’t write, can’t blog, my life is over…at least till tomorrow or so. Guess I’ll go to bed early. I’ve been meaning to do that