Sunday, August 19, 2012

Edgefest VIII!

Once again, Edgefest has set the bar high for quality metal music.  I watched every band and I didn't see or hear anything I didn't like.  The whole show turned out fantastic, as Edgefests tend to be.

But there was mud.  Mud everywhere.  On the ground, in the air, underfoot and overhead; there was mud.  At the main stage, pits of mud a foot deep and big as half a basketball court provided ample ammo for dirty mud slinging and the filthiest moshing ever seen. The whole thing looked like the physical manifestation of a political debate.


Some highlights:





The first band, Switchpin, opened the show with a bang.  What a killer kickstart!  Then the members spent the next several hours schmoozing with rockers at the merchandise tent. That's how you do it!  The band members were friendly, outgoing and happy to take photos and sign autographs. Front man Jimmy Trigger, worked the crowd like a seasoned professional. These guys are going places; keep an eye on them!


Mindset Evolution, one of the early opening bands, had a small mishap when bassist, Josh Bodeen, dislocated his knee and had to be carried off stage by paramedics.  In the back, the medics popped his knee back into place and he demanded they carry him back out onto the stage, where he sat on a monitor and finished the set.  Those guys earned some serious stage cred.

Veteran performers P.O.D. really had the crowd moving near the end of the openers.  It's good to see those stalwart, seasoned rockers getting the respect they deserve.

Adelitas Way ended up on the small stage for reasons unexplained.  It didn't matter.  They were off the chain! Lead singer, Rick DeJesus, told the crowd that they could have not played and still got paid, but they chose to hit the small stage and put on their show. That’s how you get fans and keep fans.  Their set was short, but energetic. This band is moving in the right direction.

Main attraction acts started with Papa Roach. These guys are veterans of festival stage music performance and they did not disappoint.  Front man Jacoby Shaddix clearly loves playing for Arkansas, and clearly, Arkansas loves Papa Roach.  For me, this band joins only REO Speedwagon in the list of rock acts I've seen three times.  Papa Roach rocks.

Staind lead singer Aaron Lewis nearly got nailed by a huge mud ball and stopped the show to call out the idiot who threw it.  He pointed him out specifically and, in what turned out to be an example of clear and effective communication, explained what a moron that guy was and why such a thing should not happen.  It worked.  The idiot in question slinked away, hopefully to hide and know never to do such a stupid thing again.  No one else threw another wad of mud at the stage. Staind played a great set.

Godsmack owned the crowd and practically blew up the stage. These guys know how to put on a rock show.  They did.  Two years ago, Sully and the boys convinced me that I should buy my first ever concert shirt: Godsmack.  If I hadn’t been wearing it, I’d have bought me another.  These guys are so good.

I've been wanting to see Shinedown for a long time. They did not disappoint.  I'd like to have seen a longer set, but all-in-all, they are serious about the live show and they know how to lay it down. Most impressive aspect: Shinedown lead singer, Brent Smith, did not ever use a swear word during the Shinedown portion of the show . No F this and MF that and GD the other.  Their whole show from start to finish was family friendly contemporary metal. That's another example of clear and effective communication.

What a great show!

(John P. Smith is a freelance writer from Bee Branch, Ark.  Check out his book, Ordinary Man, at Amazon.com)

Sunday, July 08, 2012

New Book Published!



My newest book, Ordinary Man: Writings, Ramblings and Rants is now for sale at Amazon as a paperback for $6.99 and at a discounted price of $3.99 for the Kindle version.  The book is under exclusive contract to Amazon for the Kindle until Oct. 11, 2012.  After that date, it will be released as an e-book on other platforms, such as the Nook.  The Kindle version will be available to anyone with an Android, IPhone, IPad or Android Tablet, all of which have the Kindle reader apps available free.

This is a semi-autobiographical collection of 35 short stories and articles.  I recount some adventures in rural northern Japan in a series of tales involving a beat up old Toyota and a group of obnoxious gaijins (foreigners) with no fear of "skirting the fringes of legal and moral."  I take a humorous look at religion, factory work, and growing up in rural Arkansas. Those of you who went to school at South Side High School will no doubt recall some of these stories.  Interspersed in among the laughs, I include some insightful and thought-provoking stories of self-help, self-awareness and self-discipline.  Topping it all off:  My well-known, often frightening obsession with 80's hair metal.


Get the paperback from Amazon here for $6.99.

Get the Kindle version from Amazon here for $3.99.

Here is my Author Page.

Saturday, June 02, 2012

My Fishing Book


We're going into the third summer of sales for our book on fly fishing.




  You can buy it from Amazon.  It is now available on Kindle.


Sunday, July 17, 2011

The Hollywood Kills

Mikayla, Stephanie and The Hollywood Kills.


                It was hot.   I do believe that fits so well that, though it’s been used before, (I'm sure I've read it somewhere...) I’m going to use it again.
                We finally arrived at Magic Springs theme part, near Hot Springs, Ark., on a steamy southern Saturday afternoon. My wife, Teri, and I brought our daughter, Stephanie, niece Mikayla and nephew Skylior for a day of roller coasters, water park coolness and over-priced theme park food. 
                More importantly, we were there for a show featuring power-house rockers 3 Doors Down.  We are all more than casual fans of this great band, so despite the temperatures reaching above 37 C (100 F – go metric or get left behind), we anticipated a good show.
               A good show we got.
              The band was as good as expected and better than advertised; 3 Doors Down established themselves as a great band that can put on a good show more than 15 years ago.   Today, they have a nice portfolio of rock standards that are, or a destined to become, classics.  (Whenever the so-called “classics” stations finally get over the Beatles…but don’t get me started on that.)
                Before 3 Doors Down, however, we experienced a serendipity that really made the whole evening:  They are called The Hollywood Kills.  We were unaware they were scheduled to play Saturday.  When they hit the stage and knocked off their first couple of songs, I was asking around to find out who they were.
Nobody I asked knew.  They introduced themselves as The Hollywood Kills, a 4-man band out of Nashville, Tenn.  They'd already peaked my interest.
I’m tired of the same old stuff -- hearing Zeppelin, the Eagles, Skynyrd and the Beatles over and over is just...redundant.  Because of that, I try to support our new music makers.   Bands like The Hollywood Kills are the future of our genre of music.  They are a rock band. They weren’t over-the-top screamo or, lord help us, eighties-retro techno crap.  These guys make solid rock and roll, put on a good show and didn’t take themselves too seriously (which obviously should be left to REM and U2.)  So while we all secretly yearn for the triumphant return of Eighties Hair Metal (or is that just me?), it appears that’s not going to happen anytime soon.
Therefore, we must make do with what we have.  Right now, we have The Hollywood Kills.
            They rock.  Saturday night, they rocked the whole stage.  Their music is good, vocals tight and the drummer does a great job with, what appears to be, the minimum necessary equipment.  Not only that, but when it became clear to them, and to us, that nobody knew who they were or why they suddenly appeared on stage, they just made the best of it.  By the end of their set, they had the crowd engaged and digging the jams.  That was accomplished with an authentic, friendly, happy-to-be-here attitude – and some damn good original music.   
                The Hollywood Kills are a good band.  Seemingly, based on what I saw at their Hot Springs concert, a good bunch of guys, too.  Perceptive and public relations savvy, they were happy to spend a lot of post-concert time at their merchandise booth signing CDs and taking photos with newly acquired fans.  This face-to-face time is the key to a long-term fan base:  They know that.  I took a photo of Stephanie and Mikayla with the band.  (Sorry about the evil red-eye and blurry image...it's a phone photo...best I could do under the circumstances.) The girls were ecstatic.  I thanked the band personally and made the comment to them:  “You guys are good.  It was a great show. " 
            I didn't have to tell them those two girls will never forget.
            These guys are doing it right.  Watch them.
            I think The Hollywood Kills are going places.

(John P. Smith is a freelance writer living in Bee Branch, Ark.)



Sunday, July 03, 2011

Dungeon Siege 3


This may sound funny, but my Mom, who is 71, is an FRPG freak.  As am I.  (I got her addicted to Diablo slightly before the turn of the millennium.)  She pre-paid Obsidian and Square-Enix $50 for DS3 months before it actually arrived.  As did I.  That’s Dungeon Siege 3 for the PC.
 What’s she doing right now in all her copious free time?  Playing a third-party remake of Diablo II.   Why?  Because she has to take out her frustrations with DS3 on something!  
                Here’s the deal, Square-Enix:  You folks have made some pretty good games in the past with Dungeon Siege 2 topping that list.  But on Number 3, you blew it.  You guys clearly set out to reinvent the wheel and instead ended up with…the wheel.  Same old snot, with chrome.
                DS3 is a pretty game and has a great story line.  Maybe a little too much story line, but I always like the idea that my character is starring in a movie. 
                What I was expecting, and I don’t think I’m alone in this expectation, was a continuance of the awesomeness of Dungeon Siege 2.  I expected Square-Enix and Obsidian, two of the best game-makers out there today, to take what was clearly a superb game and make it better, faster, more powerful than before.  The fact that they did not do that disturbs me greatly. 
                DS2 was one of the most re-playable games ever.  I’ve been PC gaming since 1980, when I bought my first TRS-80 Model I, and in those years, I have enjoyed few games more than DS2.  Doom, of course, along with the original Wizardry games for the Apple //e.  However, for single play or multi-play, DS2 was the bomb.  The combat and stats system was easy to understand and the skill tree easily negotiated.   Square-Enix completely failed in this area.  DS3’s skills and stats are one click and done deals.  That may be okay for newbies, or console players, but for we who like a good RPG, we want to see numbers and to have more detail as we evaluate stats and weaponry.    (It’s one of the ideals of role playing games:  My character stands by a looted chest or in a magic shop holding two swords side by side, testing weight, balance, quality of the steel and asking the mage behind the desk for details of the enchantments and enchantments of both…and then making a decision.) 
             Finally, as a PC Gamer, I feel completely disrespected.
I know Square-Enix, Eidos, Taito, et al, primarily make console games, but come on people!  You didn’t even bother to give us the basic ability to remap our controls?  Seriously? 
                I am depressed.  And so is Mom.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

The Clamity in Japan

Watching video and news feeds from Japan -- it breaks my heart.  I loved living there and constantly tell people I'd go back in a heartbeat.  I'm wondering if there's some way I can join the relief efforts.  If I find something I'll post it here.

Meanwhile, my prayers are with the people of Japan, especially those on the east coast.

Monday, January 10, 2011

New Year...New Post

That seems to be the way it works.  I can't keep up.  I did miss my first day of work this year due to some snow and icy roads.  I'm going to try to make it in tomorrow, but it may be a close thing.  I really can't afford to miss too much.  Anyway.  Happy Freaking New Year.

I'll be back.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Gaming My Time Away

I'm a computer gamer and have been since the early '80s.  It's what I do...or some of what I do.  My good friend Brad just recently posted on Facebook that he's dropping all his FB app games because they're taking too much of his time.  I applaud Brad's action because it's what he needed to do.  It can happen. I know how easy it is to lose focus on what is NEEDED and go mouse around a virtual city or farm for hours.

However, sometimes, that is exactly what a mind needs--an exercise program for mental dexterity and acuity that also takes the focus, temporarily, off all our daily duties, responsibilities and issues.  Some people exercise, some people read, some study the scriptures, others watch TV--I play games. I also exercise and read, but my preference is to sit and play.  Being mildly OCD on most everything I get involved in, I've had to learn the hard way that work and responsibility must come first--games and play second.  It's really no different than fishing or ping pong.

My son, raised as a gamer, recently purchased a t-shirt with a picture of a game console controller and lettering that says, "Contrary to popular belief, this doesn't make me a killer."  That's right on target.  The news media and, lord help them, religious organizations, have come down hard on gaming as a stepping stone to real violence.  This idea was especially hit hard after the Columbine shootings. That was a tragedy, no one argues that.  But news media and police and practically everyone else was up in arms about the games these kids were playing; mainly  DOOM. Why would that matter any more than what television shows they watched?  What movies they'd gone and seen?  What books they'd read?  For that matter, what clothes they chose to wear.  DOOM is one of the most popular PC games EVER (meaning in the past 30 years) and has likely been played by more than a billion (that's a one with NINE zeros behind it) people on this planet.  (PC-MAG)  Even the gaming industry itself is missing the boat on their own demographic, still assuming that the typical gamer is a stay-at-home geek boy with no prospects of ever seeing a live girl naked and they design their (mostly female) characters with those guys in mind.  If they would bother to look...  OOPS -- I digress -- that is a rant for another time. Cracked.com has actually done a pretty good job with this one.  GAMERS MANIFESTO

Just doing a quick add on my Steam account, I have put in more than 400 hours on games just this year.  Does that seem excessive?  That's 10 weeks of actual work.  Now, in my defense, I have worked 50 hours each week, driving at least an hour, making it 11 hours a day, 6 a.m. to 5 p.m. five days a week.  I have completed 16 hours of college in five courses.  I have completed the Fly Fishing book and made significant progress on the Clouds of Heaven book and made a good start on my third book.  I still teach Jujitsu every Monday and some Thursdays.  I've maintained upkeep on my aunt's place of which I am custodian.  I keep the yard mowed.

My fishing license is expired.

My ping pong table is put away.

I play computer games.

I don't sleep much.

Friday, July 09, 2010

How the Internet Makes Life Better

There are definite indicators that having the internet has taken a lot of the boredom out of being on the planet with nothing else to do.

For instance, this short blurb below from News of the Weird:

In May, Britain's Norfolk District Council banned the traditional barroom game of "dwile flonking" just as the inaugural "world championships" were to take place at the Dog Inn pub in Ludham, Great Yarmouth. The game, which some believe has been played since "medieval times," calls on players to fling a beer-soaked rag from the end of a small stick toward the face of an opponent, and in the event the tosser misses the target two straight times, he must quickly down a half-pint of ale. The council called the game a "health and safety" problem. [Daily Telegraph, 5-29-10] 

Imagine, if you will, being so bored and looking for something to do that you become involved in inventing, or even just participating in. "dwile flonking" as a way to relieve the monotony.

I can see the need for drinking games.  Seriously, it's more fun with other people.  Where's the fun in quaffing oneself into a blackout if there aren't other people around to enjoy it? It's just more fun with friends.  


Can you imagine how many of us would be consumed by games such as "dwile flonking" or "Bocce" if we didn't have the internet to relieve to interminable pointlessness of our miserable lives?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

First Book Out

The book I've been working on for three years is finally done!  We'll be selling copies in the next week or so.  I'm co-author and editor!  I think it turned out great!


Working on books 2 and 3 ... while I attend school full time and work full time. Dang, I'm just busy!

Felonious Gardening

I just love News of the Weird:

Veteran Dallas attorney Sandra McFeeley, 67, was arrested in April after refusing to stop pruning the excess vegetation and dead tree limbs at her neighborhood's Wynnewood Parkway Park, which she had been doing regularly for three years, thus violating a municipal trespass ordinance. McFeeley remained upbeat. "I met some neat people (at the police station). I'd never been in a perp walk before. It was cool." Said a supporter, "It's hard enough to keep that neighborhood nice without having the police haul people off for felonious gardening." [Dallas Morning News, 4-20-10] 

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Westboro Baptist Assholes

     I believe everyone is entitled to their opinion -- as is the Westboro Baptist Church.  My opinion is the Westboro Baptist Church is a group of giant assholes who'd be doing a much better service helping the widows and orphans of fallen soldiers -- as the bible says.

     Instead these idiots protest at the funerals of men or women who've given their lives so dumbasses like the members of the Westboro Baptist Church can stand around with signs saying such tripe as, "Thank God for Dead Soldiers."

    They make me sick.

     The WBC street protest ministry started in 1991.  They've staged more than 43,000 "peacful" demonstrations, to date, (which I believe shows admirable restraint on the part of citizens subjected to such) opposing the fag lifestyle and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.  They blame "America" for bombing and burning their church in 2008.  "America bombed WBC and burned WBC on 8-2-2008. (From the WBC website)"  Yet they also believe in what they call Absolute Predestination:  "POSITION 6. -Whatever comes to pass, comes to pass by virtue of this absolute omnipotent will of God, which is the primary and supreme cause of all things."

    This is the kind of irony I really enjoy.  Listen WBC assholes: According to your own belief system, you were supposed to get what you got.  And my opinion is, again, you deserved no less.

    By this same set of "Positions" taken up by the WBC, you idiots are protesting situations ordained by God to come to pass.  Why would you protest what you say you believe is supposed to happen?  What a bunch of morons!

Monday, May 10, 2010

EdgeFest VI

EdgeFest VI
By John P. Smith
            In the end, metal super giant Godsmack seized the day and brought down the house.
EdgeFest VI, held at the state fair grounds in Little Rock and sponsored by Little Rock radio station 100.3 The Edge, featured a diverse lineup of 13 hard rocking bands.  It was co-headlined by veteran metal artists Rob Zombie and Godsmack.
            Rob Zombie appeared to have won the day at the end of his hour-long multimedia, audio-visual, mechanized assault.  Zombie rocked the blow-out crowd of wall-to-wall metal heads nearly to their knees with hard, head-banging classics such as “Living Dead Girl” and “Dragula.”  His bass-laced metal core establishes a bone-shaking foundation for some awesome in-your-face guitar work by John 5.  Just using this proven music formula would be enough for most metal fans.
Zombie, however, heaps on top of his musical nucleus five huge screens of seemingly incoherent visual distraction along with a parade of mechanical what-the-hells, at least one of which appears to be fashioned after a Martian as described in the early 20th Century “Red Planet” books by Edgar Rice Burroughs.
            Rob Zombie’s show was worth the price of admission by itself.  So when Godsmack, hit their first note, the stage was set for a serious metal let down.   Sully Erna, multi-talented front for the four-man band from Massachusetts, would have none of it.   With nothing more than a background banner emblazoned with their sun symbol and name, Godsmack delivered a set fans will remember for decades.
            After dropping a couple of tracks from their new CD on the crowd to “wake everybody up” the band threw down some classic Godsmack, complete with bone-jarring drums and ear-throbbing bass lines topped by Erna vocals and Tony Rombola guitar licks.  As one sweat-dripping, arm-pumping, multi-pierced, tattooed patron was wont to say, “Just hearing VooDoo live is worth the price of admission.”  No argument here.
            After about an hour of basic rock metal showmanship at its finest, while the band took a short intermission, fans began to trickle out to leave.  Those poor bastards who left early! They missed the coolest part of the act.  When the band took the stage again, it was with Sully Erna on a drum set opposite band drummer Shannon Larkin for a drum duel-duet as spectacular as has ever been performed before a live audience.  Amid this thundering, rumbling, rhythmic overload, one fan noted that, “Sully is just an all-around bad ass.”  Again, no argument here.
            Godsmack ended their stage time with the crowd-pleasing classic “I Stand Alone” that had everyone singing along.   What the crowed ended up with was straight-up rock show versus blinding light show.  Rock show wins every time.
            Prior to the major headlining acts, 11 other bands performed.  Papa Roach and Five Finger Death Punch played respectable sets.  And Seether…played, too–right over a band on the small stage called Shaman’s Harvest.  Rob Zombie played on the big stage over the top of Lacuna Coil on the small stage.  This sucked and whoever was working the timing on this screwed up very badly.
            Band’s missed due to being stuck in traffic:
            Bullet For My Valentine
            Drowning Pool
            Hell Yeah
            All the small stage bands before Shaman’s Harvest.
            (Personal Note:  I took my daughter to this concert for her 16th Birthday.  Her single purpose in going was to see Bullet For My Valentine.  All those other bands were just a bonus.   Bullet played just before we got there because we were in traffic for more than two hours.  I’m still not sure who screwed this up the most.  Basing my timing on previous EdgeFest attendance, I left home in time to get to the fair grounds by 2 p.m., anticipating some minor traffic flow problems.  I, along with concert promoters, state and local police, did not anticipate the huge crowd that converged on the music festival and snarled up traffic as far away as the river bridge (about five miles.)  It also appears that the shows started early or played shorter sets than expected.  I suspect I will not hear the end of this until she gets to see Bullet For My Valentine in concert.  Maybe never…)

(Editor’s Note:  John P. Smith is a freelance writer currently living in Bee Branch, Ark.)

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Jet -- In Concert

Monday night, March 15, we went to The Village to see the rock band Jet live.  It was a great show.  The Village is a small venue, but Jet came out and did their show like it was Madison Square Garden. 

The opening act was a local Little Rock band called Kingsdown.  They laid the groundwork for a fantastic show with some good, heavy original tunes and were then followed by the touring opener The Crash Kings. 

The Crash Kings were different if nothing else. A three-man band with no lead guitarist ... only a bass guitar, drums and a keyboardist who handled all the other work.  It was, at first, an odd arrangement and I didn't see how it would work.  Turns out they sound like a fusion of The White Stripes and Chicago.  Very interesting, and very good to listen to.

Then came Jet.  They rocked the place, and good.  This band didn't worry that there were only maybe 500-600 people at the show.  Their show was as solid a rock concert as I've seen since Sammy Hagar went back out on his own.  Good music, well presented and sounding almost studio quality.  Just a good show.

And the band did one thing that totally tripped my head.  When they first arrived on stage, they all had 70's and 80's metal band hair.  As that's pretty much what I'm used to seeing at a rock show, I didn't think much of it other than they didn't look like their album cover.  The did the usual stop the show and run off the stage, getting ready for the encore.  And when they came back for the final songs -- the didn't have their hair any more!  They looked like the album cover again!  So they were wearing these hair band wigs to make fun of, or as a salute to, (I'm not sure which) 70's and 80's metal bands. 

It was interesting if nothing else.

Jet and the Crash Kings put on a great show.

Sunday, March 07, 2010

More Examples of the Fall of Our Civilization

Below is a good example of several Fall of Civilization How To's:


How to lower the bar and make it sound like a good thing:
How to discriminate against above average people and make it sound like it's their fault:
How to show the minorities you're looking out for their interests when what you're really doing is removing opportunities for everybody:
How to throw more money at a problem money won't solve:
How to show the lazy underachievers that it's ok to be a burden on society:





In January, the Berkeley (Calif.) School Board began consideration of a near-unanimous recommendation of Berkeley High School's Governance Council to eliminate science labs from its curriculum, reasoning that the classes mostly serve white students, leaving less money for programs for underperforming minorities. Berkeley High's white students do far better academically than the state average; black and Latino students do worse than average. Five science teachers would be dismissed. [East Bay Express, 12-23-09]  

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Chainsaw massacre

Last time I went out to cut fire wood (yes I heat my house with wood) both my chainsaws broke... Since that time, I've had some friends cut me some wood so I've had plenty but now I have to take action.  I have to get them fixed.  I keep two running saws in case one breaks.  Never have both gone south on the same day.  It was a new and exciting happening and all the peasants rejoiced.

I think the old Poulan is already back in working order thanks to Dad, who knows something about chainsaws.  But the Echo...the most expensive saw I ever owned...is still just locked up.  I'm afraid it's going to get expensive.  I hate expensive...

Update at a later time...

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Ready for Daytona!

Last August I wrote an article about how I was tired of NASCAR and was ready for football.  I take it back!  Daytona is in the offing and I'm excited!  Let's go racing!

   -- Mordekai --

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Pre-Game Prediction

This is posted before the game:  Check the times if you don't believe it:

Superbowl Prediction:  Saints 34, Colts 31

New Orleans will have to work hard to take it from the Colts.  But they're also hungry and ready.  Indianapolis will be complacent and confident.  It will cost them.  They will be brutalized in the first half and then play real football the second half -- but it won't be enough to catch the Saints.

There. I said it.

Let's see what happens.


   Mordekai, 3:30 p.m. CST, 7 Feb 2010

Update 20 FEB 2010: I missed on the score.  But the Saint's won!  Go Superbowl Saints!

Sunday, January 03, 2010

A cold start

  I started writing a note about how cold it is:  But you don't care.  You're either in a place where it's way colder so you have no sympathy at all. Or you're in a place where it's warmer and will only say it's our own damn fault for living where it can get that cold.  And if you live here: You already know how cold it is.  So why bother?
  
 

Saturday, January 02, 2010

Our Government in Action

We're one full day into 2010 and we're still living with impending economic collapse, near revolt over health care reform and unemployment nearly as high as it's ever been in this country. You'd think our Congress could find something better to do than censure a representative for speaking his mind (Joe Wilson) but not for being drunk at the podium (Max Baucus.)  I think this clearly identifies one of the major malfunctions with our government.  It's more important to appear to be doing something -- regardless of how inane it might be -- than to actually take action.  They're all so afraid of actually committing to something. You and I can't do that.  We have to, you know, pick a lane and get in it. Congress is like a bunch of rubberneckers at the scene of a particularly gruesome auto accident.  They're going to slow to a crawl as they drive by, make noises about how awful it is and how sad and they'll talk about what they are going to do to make it all better. The reality is: They can't do a damn thing to make it all better because they're a large part of the problem.  But they'll look REALLY busy.  They're not actually going to do anything constructive, other than, perhaps, vote themselves another pay raise. (Did you know that they AUTOMATICALLY get an annual raise unless they vote NOT to give themselves one?  Yep.  That's the way the legislation is set up.  Pretty neat, huh?)  And then they'll congratulate each other on passing yet another law to continue to suck the life out of the American Taxpayer.

Bastards.

Friday, January 01, 2010

This year, I'll try to do better.

I like posting on my blog. I also like killing zombies. So you can guess which activity wins when I have a choice. Left4Dead for sure! But this year, I'll try to do better. I've got the zombies down to where they're not a danger to the remainder of society. (You didn't see any over the Holidays? Right. You know who to thank...)


So, to make things interesting, I'll start out with a rant: This is straight from my Facebook profile.

It's 2010? How the hell did that happen? Why don't we have a colony on the moon declaring independence from the earth? Why aren't we colonizing Titan? Why are we still stuck HERE? Clarke, Asimov and Heinlein are rolling over in their virtual graves.

 

No. I am not content to stay here. There's got to be a better way. Those who refuse to believe that and refuse to look for the solution are part of the problem.

(Note: The last post to this blog said that I was going to quit teaching Jujitsu.  And I did.  For a whole six weeks.  Since that time, I've had about 10 people ask me to reopen the class so ... I'm going to do it.  I'll be committing myself to at least another two years of Mondays to get the newbies through the curriculum.  But, if they're committed, so am I.  I really do love teaching it.  I'm just getting too old for it.  It's a younger man's art, that's for sure.  Maybe I'll be able to quit before I'm 50.)

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Strange Days

Humble Pie, a weird 70's rock group, has a song called Strange Days. I understand it better now. Sometimes your world just doesn't work right. When that happens, decisions must be made and implemented. What all these changes boil down to is that, after 10 years of study and instruction, I'm going to stop teaching Jujitsu. I studied nearly five years getting my black belt and certification. Now, after nearly five years of having my own dojo -- I'm calling it quits. I haven't had Mondays free for that whole time, so it'll be a nice change. Why now? I'm working full time, working on two books (one as editor and one I'm writing) and going to school full time. I'm buried up. I can use the extra time to get some homework done.

Friday, September 04, 2009

Checking in 2009

Haven't posted in nearly a year.
No bother, no one reads it anyway.
The economy is still in shambles, but the government says it's getting better. You can tell by all the money they're giving away to big corporations that floundered and failed while us working pukes are still paying our taxes. I wonder when anyone with a little influence in the government is going to figure out that if they send all the work to China, no one here will be able to buy the products they're making over here. We'll have boatloads of cheap junk waiting in queues at the ports because the companies that ordered it can't afford to get it off the ships and no one can even afford to buy cheap Chinese made clothing because all the jobs are in the Far East. It'll be even funnier when we discover it's cheaper to just dump the cargo in the bay than send it back to China.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thanksgiving 2008

I just read my post from Thanksgiving 2006 and, for the most part, I still stand by my statements there. Yet, two years later, things have changed. Our economy is in a shambles and everyone has an opinion but no one has just come right out and said why it might have got that way. Gasoline for $4 a gallon ... that's why. It's a mystery to me that three months ago, we were paying $4 a gallon for fuel and now I can buy it for a $1.50. The supply didn't change that much: The suppliers did. We were victims of a cartel-like monopoly on fuel that took full advantage of its position to post "Record Profits" for several quarters. Now that they've practically ruined our national economy and made all the money they could ever need from us working folk, they've moved the prices back to maybe give us poor pukes an opportunity to save our houses. I'd call on the government to step in and do something but ... that's how we get here in the first place: The government is so deep in bed with the oil companies that it may no longer be possible to separate them. So, don't ask the government for help: They're part of the problem.

Have a happy Thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

My Heinlein Contents from MySpace

MySpace finally pissed me off to the point that I quit trying. I went into my profile, got my Heinlein Blog stuff and am posting it here. I'll even consider continuing writing it ... provided the muse strikes me...



Small change and the big picture
Category: Writing and Poetry

RAH: Small change can often be found under seat cushions.

This is an awesome observation. Just because everyone knows it and it true doesn't mean it doesn't need to be said. Like a cliche -- just because it's a cliche doesn't mean it's not true. And in the same light, it also doesn't mean it doesn't need to be said.

Like a good song. Just because you've heard it a thousand times, doesn't mean you don't want to hear it again.

Then again: Maybe RAH wasn't talking about monetary change but changes in society or in one's life. The same principle applies: This kind of small change comes to you, generally, when you're looking for something else.

Sunday, January 20, 2008


The Impact of Stranger

This is an article I worked up a few weeks back concerning the Heinlein book, Stranger in a Strange Land. One of the most controversial books of its day, it pushed Science Fiction into the mainstream market for fiction.

By John P. Smith

Robert A. Heinlein wrote science fiction for nearly 50 years. Heinlein's impact on science fiction, fantasy and fiction writing in general cannot be quantified. As the first-named Grandmaster of Science Fiction (1974), he is honored and revered as one of this country's most influential writers.

Equally important to some, RAH waved the banner and led the charge for a better future – particularly a future in space – but ideally a better future for all of humanity.

One of Heinlein's works, "Stranger in a Strange Land," remains one of the most famous science fiction novels ever written nearly 50-years after the original publication in 1961

The book reveals the story of Valentine Michael Smith, a human raised on Mars by Martians. He returns to Earth in early adulthood and must learn how to be human. While learning, he also teaches many of his would-be mentors what it means to be human, and sometimes, how to be Martian.

Using Mike Smith's naivety and open-mindedness as a doorway, Heinlein takes a mid-Twentieth Century look at human institutions such as money, ownership of property, marriage, and fear of death. A book written specifically to challenge the social status quo of the day, Stranger takes a stab and a slap at practically every major element of our modern civilization. Heinlein holds no punches when dealing with big, stupid government and bureaucracy. He takes direct action against mass-market religion and television evangelists. Mass media – television, radio, newspapers, books and magazines – all take it on the chin. (Through all this, Heinlein never lambastes the military, showing his well-known soft spot for our boys and girls in uniform.)

As do many influential works of Fiction, Stranger contributed to the language. Specifically, the word "grok" entered common parlance among sci-fi readers, hippies, geeks and nerds. The Oxford English Dictionary defines "grok" as meaning "to understand," "to love," and "to be one with."

A key element of the novel is the religion founded by Mike Smith, the "Church of All Worlds." This church, as described in the text, is a blending of elements of paganism and revivalism with (Martian) psychic training and instruction in the (fictional) Martian language. In 1968, a group of neopagans inspired by Stranger took it upon themselves to found a religious group with this name, modeled in many ways after the fictional organization. The Church of All Worlds remains an active part of the neopagan community today. It is headquartered in Toledo, Ohio.

Stranger also details an an early description of the water bed. One inventor was refused a patent on the grounds that Heinlein's descriptions in Stranger and another novel "Double Star" constituted prior art.

In the end, Mike's "discorporation," with the help of an angry mob which stones him, plays around the world over television. His most devout followers watch almost unconcernedly as this happens, thus proving they understand that for Mike, death is not the end, but another beginning. However, Stranger's most most dramatic impact is in the re-telling of the age-old adage that God always demands a sacrifice.

Saturday, December 29, 2007


Girls

RAH: What a wonderful world it is that has girls in it.

Heinlein's got a point here. Volumes and tomes have been written on this subject and - there's nothing new under the sun - what else needs be said?

I like girls.

Saturday, December 08, 2007


The Crime: Public Poetry

RAH: A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.

This tells me that RAH feels the way I do about poetry: There's a time and a place for it, and that time and place are wherever I'm not and when I'm not there. (How's that for a run-on sentence!) I don't know for sure that RAH disdained poetry with the same passion that I do, but it's clear from this statement and other hints I've picked up from reading his stuff that he wasn't one of the biggest fans of poetry.

To me that's okay. I don't care for poetry; same as I don't care raw oysters. You want that shtuff you can have it... include me out.

But, to be fair, there are some types of poetry that are okay. For instance that easy to learn, usually slightly dirty or bluntly suggestive form of social commentary -- the limerick. There's a form of poetry anybody can appreciate; anybody can write and anybody can quote after hearing it like, once.

Also, song lyrics, often poetry set to music are mostly okay. And many songs can eventually become simply poems by removing the music. For instance: Mary Had a Little Watch:

Mary had a little watch;
she swallowed it one day.
She took a dose of Castor oil;
to pass the time away.
The Castor oil, it did not work;
the time it did not pass.
So if you need to know the time;
just look up Mary's friend who also has a watch.


Friday, November 23, 2007


Past and Future...

RAH: A generation which ignores history has no past—and no future.

Right on RAH! This is simply a different version of the old standard: Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it. However, Heinlein, in his usual modus operandi follows this ideal to its logical conclusion -- that a generation too stuffy, simple or stupid, to examine the lessons of history will inevitably repeat the mistakes of their forebears and is, in fact, destined for oblivion. One might think this an oversimplification of a more complex problem, but it's not. It's taking a complex social phenomena and breaking it down into its least common denominator. The only people who have the excuse of not having a historical reference are the original settlers of this planet. And you'd think they would take a hint from the people who dropped them off. Or from the people who were already here...

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Back to Heinlein and ... Saggy boobs?

RAH: Nursing does not diminish the beauty of a woman's breasts; it enhances their charm by making them look lived in and happy.

You know, I really like Heinlein, but here, I think he's wrong. All this tells me is that Heinlein never got to play with anything that hadn't been used. Saggy boobs with stretch marks and a lethargic attitude may be the norm for middle-class Americans, but that doesn't mean we have to like it!

Saturday, August 18, 2007


D-Mac: Heisman 2007

As a change of pace from the Heinlein commenatry, I offer the following football editorial:

Darren McFadden may well be the football messiah come to Fayetteville.

The Razorback fan-base is in the midst of a hostile uprising.

Frank Broyles, Arkansas Athletic Director for 50 years, announced his retirement in the midst of this pressure and somewhat because of it.

Running back coach Danny Nutt, brother of Houston, recently stepped down due to a recurrence of his troublesome brain-stem swelling and bleeding condition.

A good percentage of feral Razorback fans are calling for Coach Houston Nutt's head and most don't really care if the rest of him follows it to somewhere besides Fayetteville.

Coach Nutt has been subjected to a storm of criticism following the transfer of all but one of the "Springdale Five," including much-touted five-star recruit Mitch Mustain. He's been raked over the coals for the hiring and subsequent release of Gus Malzhan, the former Springdale High School Coach. His personal life has become a subject of debate and hostile antagonism between the "Haters" and "Huggers," much of the ammunition for both sides based on a fan-subpoenaed transcript of his personal cell phone records.

A dark cloud of suspicion, mistrust and foreboding assail the entire football program. A malicious web of rumors, lies and ad hominem attacks create casualties on both sides of the conflict every day.

It's a mess.

In the midst of this maelstrom of dissatisfaction and recrimination stands Darren McFadden.

Is he a paragon of virtue? No. He's a football running back with a history of off-the-field issues and personality quirks such as his "501" tattoo.

And right now he's the glue that's holding it all together.

Every Hog fan loves D-Mac. As a star recruit, he chose Arkansas over advances from football powerhouses such as Tennessee, Texas and Alabama. He grew up wanting to be a Razorback. Now he's living the dream for himself and fans alike.

So while Hog fans across the state can agree on few things, they all agree that Darren McFadden is the man to beat for the Heisman. They're not alone in that assessment. For instance, from CBS Sports touts D-Mac as "The best pure running back in the nation. He will see plenty of work as the leading man for the Razorbacks. Plain and simple: it's his Heisman to lose."

MSNBC is equally impressed, calling McFadden "the most athletically gifted player in the nation." Even as far away as Detroit, we hear, "He's talented and versatile, a speed and power back complemented by tailback Felix Jones."

Even if D-Mac fails to win the Heisman, he'll still have the votes of thousands of Hog fans as the kid from Little Rock who could have played football anywhere but chose to be a Razorback. He's the guy who may keep the fans from fighting in the stands; may help the coach keep his job and may put yet another mark in the Arkansas record book as the first Hog to bring home a Heisman.

Imagine a laundry list of stats and game facts displayed blow-by-blow to show McFadden's superiority over any other running back in the country. Visualize an in-depth comparison of all Heisman hopefuls based on strength of schedule, team performance, rankings, polls and publicity campaigns. Do the numbers speak for themselves?

Sure they do, so there's no reason to go into them here.

JPS

Monday, July 02, 2007


Pacifically Speaking

From the Notebooks of Lazarus Long, By Robert A. Heinlein:

RAH: A "pacifist male" is a contradiction in terms. Most self-described "pacifists" are not pacific; they simply assume false colors. When the wind changes, they hoist the Jolly Roger.

Again, here, Heinlein shows that he is a true student of human nature. There are few "real" pacifists. Ghandi meets the criteria for true pacificism; as does Mother Theresa. Most everybody else claiming to be a pacifist is nothing more than a coward looking for an easy way out.

His view that piracy is not beyond most pacifists is right on. As soon as things go as "the pacifist" believes it should, he'll have no problem naming who to put against the wall and yelling "fire."

As for myself, I don't understand how any man could be a pacifist when it comes to defense of family and home. No one in his right mind could stand by and watch his wife and/or children be hurt; nor could he stand in front an allow himself to be killed first -- again the cowardly way out -- rather than fight for those unable (or less able) to fight for themselves.

Sunday, June 17, 2007


Scientist defined.

From Robert A. Heinlein's "Notebooks of Lazarus Long." With my commentary

RAH: Most "scientists" are bottle washers and button sorters.

Heinlein is making a distinction between scientists who actually devise and perform experiments vs those whose "research" involves statistical analysis of data a "real" scientist has produced and other who spindle, fold and collate data produced by others.

Reading Heinlein, you'll find that he has a real problem with people who can't do their own math. It's troublesome to him and he points out in many of his writings that the fall of American society began when the math requirements in schools were eased to allow more students to pass entrance requirements. I can't argue the point ... I agree with it. I don't think it was the primary cause of our plummet into decadence and narcissism, but it was definitely a contributing factor.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007


The Functional Delusion

From Robert A. Heinlein's "Notebooks of Lazarus Long." With my commentary

RAH: Delusions are often functional. A mother's opinions about her children's beauty, intelligence, goodness, et cetera ad nauseam, keep her from drowning them at birth.

Wow...this one is almost self-explanatory. Except...RAH as led us to assume that the mother in this case can see into the future enough to realize her child will actually amount to something. This is also Heinlein just being humerous (if you haven't read any of his books, you really should...) We know she can't see into the future...what this mother is banking on is Hope. And while the mother keeps the child alive for hope for the future, every growing child should feel loved. Even if they're not actually loved, they should at least feel that way.

That's another nice, functional delusion.

Saturday, April 28, 2007


Cassandra's Spanking Continued

RAH: A fake fortune teller can be tolerated. But an authentic soothsayer should be shot on sight. Cassandra did not get half the kicking around she deserved .

Here RAH is merely being practical. Anyone with a view of the ACTUAL future must be killed. This would possible prevent the inevitable war his or her existance will eventually perpetuate. Should you kill one to save a million, or let the millions suffer for the sake of the one? Pragmatically speaking, it's not even really a choice. Kill the future-teller.

The real quandry is: What if the future-teller says that killing her will not prevent the war? If she always sees ONLY the actual future, then she must also know that the war will happen whether she is alive or dead. In this case is the future-teller better off dead? Are we better off with her out of the way? Of course we are!

Have you not figured out why an actual future-teller cannot be allowed to exist? Because then there would be no reason for Hope. And in my life and existance, Hope can change the future.

Sunday, March 18, 2007


What's the Difference?

From the Notebooks of Lazarus Long, By Robert A. Heinlen.

RAH: It has long been known that one horse can run faster than another--but which one? Differences are crucial.

I'm not sure where this one came from or where it's going. It may be Heinlein's way of warning us away from stereotypes There's the old saying that "stereotypes exist because they're true." Maybe so, but only in a general sense. Once you get past the generalizations, you start to see individual strengths and weaknesses in groups, sub-groups and single people.

The same applies to practically anything: The difference between a rare coin and a common penny may be simply the place of minting.

Just because the eggs are all white doesn't mean the chicks will all be yellow. Avoid generalizations.

Monday, March 12, 2007


Re-Reading Heinlen -- Leave me alone!

The notebooks started me thinking about all the Heinlein books I've read and then how long it's been since I read them. Now, I rarely re-read anything. However, I'm suddenly finding myself with a half-dozen old RAH books and wanting to do NOTHING but polish them off. I've started with Starship Troopers and am now working on Stranger in a Strange Land. I'll follow these up with Job, Expanded Universe and To Sail Beyond the Sunset.
So until I finish these off, don't pester me for more blog on the Notebooks.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007


Just the facts, man.

From Robert A. Heinlein's Notebooks of Lazarus Long...with my commentary :)

RAH: If it can't be expressed in figures, it is not science; it is opinion.

This kind of thinking is really hard on "religious" scientists and doctors of theology and philosophy. Real "hard" science deals with real, cold, hard facts. I agree with RAH; if you can't prove it, it's an opinion.

There's a place for dreamers and true believers -- someone's got to show the rest of us the importance of staying grounded when not equipped to fly. I would only ask those who proclaim their opinion as fact, their sloppy, lopsided research as "findings" supporting their pet theory -- please, if you do not have the actual documentation to back up your claim, start your discourse with words such as "I believe..." , "I think..." or "In my opinion..."

Thank you

Friday, February 02, 2007


Life's too Short

From Robert A. Heinlein's Notebooks of Lazarus Long...with my commentary :)

RAH: There is no conclusive evidence of life after death. But there is no evidence of any sort against it. Soon enough you will know. So why fret about it?

Heinlein was an agnostic. His characters reflected his ambivalence toward the almighty. My wife says, "What does he mean there's no evidence of life after death? He needs to read the bible." When I try to point out that the bible is a religious text and not a fact book, then I'm an evil hell-bent bastard. (Confirming her belief in the afterlife.) So taking the opposite approach, as Heinlein has done here, there is no evidence against it either. Then again, how do you prove a hole is empty -- fill it with something.

And of course, he's right: Soon enough we will know, so why worry about it. If you believe it, then I hope you're right and if you don't believe it then I hope you're wrong...But I'm not going to fret about it. Life is too short to spend it being upset, unhappy and unfulfilled.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007


Taking Aim...

From Robert A. Heinlein's Notebooks of Lazarus Long...with my commentary :)

RAH: Get a shot off fast. This upsets him long enough to let you make your second shot perfect.

Here, in a fit of anti-political-correctness, Heinlein is suggesting that if someone appears to be on the verge of attack, that you should shoot first, perhaps the old shot across the bow. This will make the enemy blink, at least, giving you the time to set up a head shot. This should end the conflict ... at least at this point.
Afterwards, after you've won the war and all the battles, insurgents will continue to harrass, threaten and coerece the general population and anybody who might try to live a normal life. Other insurgents will plan and implemnt suicide bombings, the main target of which are the very people they claim to be fighting to free.
After several years of this, you, being the legitimate government, will see that it's a pointless exercise and succomb to the futility of it all, turning the leadership over to "locals" who will lose it within a half-year to the "insurgents." At which point, everything will revert back to the point at which you fired the first warning shot...the only lesson learned here is that it also helps to make the first shot count.

Thursday, January 25, 2007


Expert Advice...

From Robert A. Heinlein's Notebooks of Lazarus Long...with my commentary :)

RAH: Always listen to experts. They'll tell you what can't be done and why. Then do it!

RAH is right on it here! Experts are people who know so much about a subject they can't see any way clear of it. An expert will rarely tell you how to get something done ... they're most proficient at explaining how not to do it. Even if this is by virtue of experience, it's still like going around the house twice to get through the door.

RAH also points out that just because an expert says it can't be done, that doesn't make it the truth. If that were the case, the earth would still be flat, the moon made of cheese and gravity against the law.

You will find a way.


Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Religious Furvor .... er Fever?

From the Notebooks of Lazarus Long by Robert A. Heinlein:

RAH: Any priest or shaman must be presumed guilty until proved innocent.

Here Heinlein is right on the mark without his oft encountered intentional ambiguity. Religious leaders throughout history have pretty much had it their way by simply convincing the general populace that their way is the right way. In many cases, the only way and if not followed, would lead to the deepest pit of Hell. Many of those same religious shamen and priests would be glad to send any who would argue with them on their way. In fact, most wouldn't even have to get their hands dirty, but simply point and shout and let the wide-eyed believers handle it for them. No problem having a croud of those true to the faith beat/stone/hang someone who doesn't believe like we do. God Almighty forbid someone voice his or her own opinion -- only the views of shamen, priests and the like will be tolerated in this village! Off with his head! Send him to Hell now, before his ability to think for himself infects others. (There's more than a little self-interest to protect here.)

So, obviously, I agree with RAH. Religious leaders, by definition, are automatically suspect and guilty until proven otherwise.


Tuesday, January 23, 2007


Game rigged? You bet!

From the Notebooks of Lazarus Long:

RAH: Certainly the game is rigged. Don't let that stop you; if you don't bet, you can't win.

Once again, RAH is being intentionally ambiguous.

If he's talking about life, he's being sarcastic, knowing that, when it's all tallied up at the end of a lifetime, the sum total is futility.

On the other hand, if he's talking about living life to the fullest, doing the best you can, trying and not giving up, then he's right on. In fact, to take this whole thing a step further ... if you gamble enough, and win enough, there's not reason you can't be running the game.

Eh?

Friday, January 19, 2007


Excessive vindictiveness...

From the Notebooks of Lazarus Long, by Robert A. Heinlein:

Men are more sentimental than women. It blurs their thinking.

First of all, I don't like to generalize -- most people tend to do that and I personally disagree with it -- but I have no choice here. So as you read below, remember, I'm not talking about YOU -- Everybody BUT you.

RAH is being intentionally ambiguous and backwards here. Notice, please, how he completely fails to specify exactly whose thinking is blurred. I agree that men are more sentimental than women -- when it involves a relationship between a man and a woman.

A man will look back at a relationship gone sour with wistfulness and longing for those things that were and those that might have been. Is that sentimentality...maybe. Mostly, though, men look back and wish for the days when she wasn't doing everything in her power to utterly destroy him. Those are the Good Old Days.

A woman from the same relationship will look back and regret that she missed so many opportunities to completely destroy the man. A woman will harbor anger, hate and resentment until the day she dies. If an opportunity arises, even years later, she will strike at the man with anything and everything she has to HURT the man. If she kills him, she'll be baffled that it's illegal to do so. She'll not understand the it's an even greater crime to murder with spite and malice aforethought. After all, he DESERVED it. I believe that if a woman were allowed to HURT a man an much as she wanted to whenever she wanted -- we'd all be dead. The law is the only thing keeping us alive.

Again, I don't want to generalize: This is only true of women who've been in a relationship gone bad. Or who ever will.


Enemy Me?

From the notebooks of Lazarus Long: (with additional commentary by yours truly.)

RAH: By the data to date, there is only one animal in the Galaxy dangerous to man -- man himself. So he must supply his own indispensable competition. He has no enemy to help him.

This is easy enough to understand. If you think about it, we've mastered all the animals, climates, natural dangers, etc. this planet has to offer. We've gone out into space and are well on our way to mastering the final frontier.

"Oh, no!" I hear you cry. "Man can't master everything ... like volcanos and hard vacuume. We die in such extreme environments!"

Yeah, well, we master those by staying away from them.

Yet, we continue to die through stupidity, malice and anger.

Mostly stupidity.

Like, out there in hard, deep, unforgiving space, there's gonna be a guy who thinks it won't happen to him. Trust me, this is the guy it'll happen to: And blam, he's sucking vacuum and exploding in a constellation of blood, dying with the realization that it can too happen to you.

This is the stupidity of man and how the first will die in space.

The first murder in space won't be with a ray gun or a blaster rifle. Someone will get their Oxygen tube cut and that'll be the end of that. And it'll be about something stupid, like religion, a woman or a man, or a disagreement over a card game.

Thus, on a microcosmic scale, we see what Heinlein means about man being his worst enemy. On a cosmic scale, man is really no different than he is as a single entity: We just die in larger numbers and kill with greater efficiency


Sunday, January 14, 2007


Notebooks of Lazarus Long

I ran across the Notebooks of Lazarus Long today ... after nearly two decades of completely forgetting about them. Wow. Even after all these years, Heinlein manages to hit the nail on the head.

For instance, the very first note is: Always store beer in a dark place.

I'm willing to bet that in this day and age of canned beer, most people don't know this or know why. The basic reason: light breaks down beer and causes it go bad. Makes it taste funny.

But maybe that's not all Heinlein meant by this phrase.

First of all, beer in a dark place is hidden beer. If you stashed it, others will only find it by accident or if you tell them where it is. If those others already know you've got beer, then keeping your beer in a dark place makes it more difficult for others to find it, should they choose to steal -- or borrow -- your beer. The dark place requires others to work to get your beer by making light or, if they're exceptionally lazy and stupid, stumble around in the darkness risking life-threatening injury looking for your beer.

It also makes you do the same thing, thus ensuring that the beer is not always easily accessible -- you will have to put some effort into getting your beers.

Then again, Heinlein might have just meant that storing beer in a dark place keeps it from going bad. And beer gone bad is a waste.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Yahoo Answers Added

I've added the code to make my most current Yahoo Answers appear on my Blog. (See left below my portrait.) Therefore, anyone foolish enough to have subscribed to this blog, will now get the added benefit of my wit and wisdom that is poured out in Yahoo Answers. You don't have to miss a thing!

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Saddam Hanging Sparks Criticism -- No SH**

First, one of the best headlines I've seen all year and I don't even know which news service it came from but it was one of those "No Kidding!" headlines that wassn't worth reading but couldn't be helped. It read: Saddam Hanging Sparks Criticisim. I'm thinking, "No way! Criticisim? From whom?" What a bunch of stupid idiots. He's dead. If there was any man alive today who deserved to be dead, it was Saddam. Criticize it all you want you stupid moronic punks, he's still dead. (Would "stupid moronic" be considered redundant?)

And thankfully that episode in the tale of Iraq is now over. Now if we can just finish what we we're doing and get the hell out of there, things will be better. And I don't want any of you pussy punks to think this is a call for a pull out. I said, "finish what we're doing." We finish the job and then we leave. Frankly, I can see this being another situation in 10 years like Tehran was in the 1970's. We used to have thousands of troops stationed in Iran and Tehran. That all changed with the fall of the Shah. We'll set up Iraq as a small democratic country, only to have the people "elect" a religious fanatic as leader in about 10 years. At which point we'll leave the country alltogether and they will join with Iran in being the pariahs of the middle east.

Nice.


Mordekai