A little humor…

I know it’s WAY early, but funny as hell, considering what is going on these days…

And this one came over the transom from the mil email net… LOL

T’was the Night before Christmas (contract version written by HR)

‘Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus musculus.

Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.

The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof.

Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself – thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller. With his ungulate motive power travelling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen – “Now Dasher, now Dancer…” et al. – guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.

As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved – with utmost celerity and via a downward leap – entry by way of the smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle.

His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the coloration of Albion’s floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small, tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water.

Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose grey fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical container. He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being. By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless.

Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he executed an abrupt about-face, placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage. He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: “Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary constituency, and to that self same assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn.”

A new offense???

Apparently the perpetually offended have found a ‘new’ thing to be offended about…

Designers aren’t perfect. Sometimes a designer can create a logo or product that communicates a message that nobody intended to come through. Those mistakes can sometimes be embarrassing.

Bath & Body Works recently released a line of winter-themed candles just in time for Christmas shopping. One of the candles is called “Snowed In,” and the artwork on the outside of the jar is supposed to evoke those paper cut-out snowflakes that we call made as kids.

There’s one teeny-tiny problem with the artwork. Some people say that it looks like Ku Klux Klan hoods.

Full article, HERE.

Now I’ll be the first one to admit I don’t shop there, and I don’t ‘do’ candles unless they are emergency candles…

But I kinda doubt Bath & Body supports the KKK. After all, they obviously didn’t ‘see’ the problem, nor did anyone else until it hit the shelves. I just have to wonder who jumped on this one and how it got such wide dissemination so quickly.

It’s also interesting to note that Bath & Body immediately caved to the wokies, pulled the candle, and apologized. I just wonder if there will be a sacrificial firing to go with it?

You know what really scares me? These people vote… sigh…

Success!!!

For those who may not have been following the SpaceX saga…

They launched Starship 5 yesterday morning for a successful test!!!

Much more successful than anyone expected. Got to 36:45 in the video and watch the end of it.

Yep, they ‘caught’ the booster!!! Amazing!

Say what you will about Musk, but the SpaceX crew is phenomenal! That they could come up with the idea, and then take it to execution is unbelievable…

And yet .gov is going after him every way they can, including slow rolling the Starship testing, along with the games being played by the CCC in Kommiefornia over extra SpaceX launches from Vandenberg.

This has renewed my excitement for our space program, in spite of NASA…

Sigh…

 

And they strike again…

The infamous California Coastal Commission has their panties in a wad again…

Elon Musk’s tweets about the presidential election and spreading falsehoods about Hurricane Helene are endangering his ability to launch rockets off California’s central coast.

The California Coastal Commission on Thursday rejected the Air Force’s plan to give SpaceX permission to launch up to 50 rockets a year from Vandenberg Air Force Base in Santa Barbara County.

“Elon Musk is hopping about the country, spewing and tweeting political falsehoods and attacking FEMA while claiming his desire to help the hurricane victims with free Starlink access to the internet,” Commissioner Gretchen Newsom said at the meeting in San Diego.

Full article, HERE from Politico.

I’ve had ‘some’ experience with the CCC in the past, and it wasn’t fun. They ‘hate’ the military and anything to do with the Navy operating ‘anywhere’ off California…

And because they are appointed, they operate on feelz a lot… So if they feelz slighted by anyone not kowtowing to them, they tend to…react negatively. Mostly because they know no one in the California power structure is going to override them.

And as usual, they blame, in this case, the USAF for ‘not complying’ with their wishes…

Sigh…

Wow…

Just…wow…

Scotland has reportedly enacted new abortion laws that could land religious people in trouble with authorities if they pray in their homes — if the homes are in designated abortion “safe access zones.”

The UK has become infamous in recent months for its crackdown on free speech (except when the “free speech” involves Muslim migrants cheering on terrorism). Scotland’s hate speech laws in particular have drawn criticism from free speech advocates across the political spectrum. A new report says that even Christians and other religious pro-lifers praying inside their own homes or displaying religious symbols could be in trouble if pro-abortion radicals in the area perceive the religious actions as a threat to their baby killing.

Full article, HERE.

I literally have no words…

Yes, it IS real…

The Waffle House index and storm center are a thing…

It wasn’t until we hit the South that we became aware of the ultimate ubiquitous meeting and eating “place.” That yellow jacket combination of bright yellow and black sign rising above an interstate on a 150-foot-tall pole or shimmering in the fog on a backcountry Carolina or Panhandle road.

The Waffle House.

They were everywhere. ARE everywhere, and everyone loves them.

Here in Pensacola, I counted roughly 16 on a Google map search within what we consider the Pensacola area. That’s before it stretches out to the wilds of the back county. And you know they have them, too – never you doubt it.

Full article, HERE from HotAir.

Yes, I know everybody has their favorite restaurants, but if you’ve been through the south, you have at least encountered a waffle house. And they are equal opportunity offenders, everyone is welcome, and everyone knows exactly what kind of food they’re going to get. It will not be gourmet, but it will be edible and reasonably priced.

You can’t ask much more than that anymore! I’m out of pocket for the day open Oklahoma City, dealing with the VA, so comments and reading blogs and stuff will be slow at best.

Ummm…err

Sigh, this is…unbelievable, but…

Only MSNBC would trot out this clown to deliver such nonsense about Hurricane Milton. Bill Nye was featured for a segment since every left-wing blowhard thinks hurricane season is some climate change phenomenon. Without fail, this is where some people go. To the public’s credit, it’s dismissed mainly since everyone has more important things to dwell on now. People are preparing for Milton in Florida, but Nye decided to drop his solution: if you want to stop these storms, vote for Kamala Harris in November. I’m not kidding—he pretty much said that:

Full article, HERE.

I know they are pushing ‘climate change’, and all that, but really???

You’re NOT going to magically ‘change’ the climate. Humans are not in control, period. There is this big glowing orb that has a helluva lot to do with it, and contrary to what the ‘scientists’ say, we really know very little about temperature fluctuations over the history of the earth, but indications are major swings happened long before humanity managed to start the industrial revolution.

And how many of the OMG, the sky is falling predictions have come true? In 1974, Time was asking if there was another ice age coming (article HERE from Time Mag archive). No, there never was a Time cover that said that, but the article did…

And the whole go round about hurricanes, typhoons, tornadoes, etc. getting worse every year? Sigh…

Borepatch has around a hundred blog posts over the years about ‘globull warming’, HERE. Highly recommended if you want the unvarnished truth!

Milton has come ashore, thankfully without the predicted 15 foot storm surge, but there is and will be a lot of damage, and at least some loss of life. Prayers for those in the path, and for those still recovering from Helene. If you can, please donate to a reputable organization that is helping like Samaritan’s Purse or others.

A little bouncy bouncy…

This link, HERE, from Fox News shows a bit of video from Miss Piggy, the NOAA P-3 as it penetrates the eye wall of Hurricane Milton.

This is just a little bouncy, for a few seconds. Try doing this for 20-30 minutes or more and you get an idea of how ‘rough’ turbulence can actually get. These crews EARN their flight pay every day, and everyone who lives in the path of hurricanes should be thankful they are willing to fly a 60 year old airplane into hurricane after hurricane to collect the real time data the NHC needs to give the warnings it does.

Say a prayer for those folks who are about to get hit tonight with this mess. At least the folks further north are thankful this one isn’t following the track of Helene.

However, an issue on the ground in Florida is the debris left by Helene that will now become projectiles when Milton comes ashore…

 

A little humor…

For us old farts…

Lovemaking Tips For Seniors

1.  Wear your glasses to make sure your  partner  is  actually in the bed.

2.  Set timer for 3 minutes, in case you doze  off  in  the middle.

3.  Set the mood with lighting. (Turn them ALL  OFF!)

4. Make sure you put 911 on your speed dial  before  you begin.

5.  Write partner’s name on your hand in case  you  can’t remember.

6.  Use extra polygrip so your teeth don’t end up under the bed.

7.  Have Tylenol ready in case you actually  complete the act.

8.  Make all the noise you want… the neighbors  are  deaf, too.

9.  If it works, call everyone you know with the  good news!!

10.  Don’t even think about trying it  twice
. . . . . .  . . . . . . … . . . . . . . . . .  .
‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
Your sweetie says, ‘Let’s go upstairs and make love,’ and  you answer, ‘Pick one; I can’t do both!’

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
Your friends compliment you on your new alligator shoes and you’re barefoot.

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your  face.

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
You don’t care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don’t have to go along.

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
You are cautioned to slow down by the doctor  instead of by the police .

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
‘Getting a little action’ means you don’t need to take a laxative today.

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
‘Getting lucky’ means you find your car in the parking lot..

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
An ‘all nighter’ means not getting up to use the  bathroom.

‘OLD’ IS WHEN…
You’re not sure if these are facts or  jokes.

Another take…

On the EV issue…

It is now, or should be, common knowledge that electric vehicles—cars, trucks, buses, bikes, scooters—under conditions of even low humidity or water damage, are prone to catching fire, owing to the unstable nature of the lithium-ion battery. As Chris Morrison writes at The Daily Skeptic, EVs are known to explode “with the force of a bomb blasting super-heated jets of flame, melting and decomposing nearby structural materials including metal and concrete, and sending vast amounts of toxic fumes into any enclosed atmosphere.”

Jammed into underground parking garages or packed in ferries, EVs are harbingers of almost unimaginable disaster—ecological and safety menaces to which the Net Zero fanatics among our political leadership are comatosely indifferent.  

Full article, HERE from PJ Media.

Interestingly, this article is written by a Canadian, but the issue is a world-wide one, and impacting multiple countries and companies producing EVs, including the big three.

One not mentioned, is one my oldest daughter called me about in California on I-80 up by Placerville, HERE. It blocked I-80 for over six hours, and apparently took over 50,000 gallons of water to put the truck out.

Funny, to me at least, we have not heard about a single EV fire as a result of hurricane Helene in the MSM, which is strange considering the last hurricane caused multiple EV fires with flooded EVs… The only place there is any mention is 16 confirmed fires in Florida, but it is behind a paywall at Business Insider.

It seems that many of the shipping companies/suppliers are now looking at ‘alternatives’ to transporting EVs by sea, especially after at least two ships have sunk due to EV fires onboard.

I know I don’t have any good answers, but I’m to the point that I believe insurance companies are about to get into the ‘game’, so to speak, and will be changing rates for EV owners depending on where/how the live and store the vehicles, and possibly where they work and park.

Anybody have any better ideas/thoughts?