Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Chug Chug Chug

Chug Chug Chug
Chug Chug Chug
Chug Chug Chug
*ahhhhh.

A full bottle of Root Beer down the hatch! Mission almost accomplished.
Complete the rework of the half-bath, with 2 coats of paint. There is a 20 year old superstition I have with paint colours and labels, like the name, like the colour, ie. Portland Blue, Morrocan Desert, Soothing Sage.

Chug Chug Chug.

Catching up on the week in the blogosphere (aka my other world). Everyone is heading on vacation!! Matt is in Margaritaville, leaving Blackfive.net in capable hands. LtCdr Smash is on another "vacation" in the Far East, stay safe Sir, oooohhh, the lovely Mrs Smash is running the show. Go check her out boys!! (hehehe) Michael Yon was on AC 360 (Anderson Cooper 360) on CNN.

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The Unit began the season with a BANG. 1 guy took out a plane filled with hijackers and hostages. 3 weeks into the series, I am yawning and disappointed.
I finished the third episode last evening, (thanks to the recording capabilities on my overpriced cable box). The Unit is beginning to wear down really fast. Really Really Fast. Just kill each other already.
The series began with explosive and action reminiscent of The Rock. Sean Connery rules, especially when vulgarity rolls off his terse tongue. The Sean Connery in this series is the Allstate Guy. The Unit was sold as covert operation plus grenade tossing plus Martha Stewart in the kitchen after hours. 3 Weeks into the series, however, the unit is really sinking fast even CPR cannot help.
Filled with boring excessive dialogue and unusual painful amounts of mumbling, where is the action as promised, and lack of continuity
haste the membership into the "Special" List of bad tv. Sorry guys at CBS. Good pitch, good pilot, but your follow up is as short-lived as a dieting food junkie working in a Fried Chicken Buffet Joint. Take the dieter off the diet or move the dieter, because my hunger is getting more attention than your show.
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I wonder how many times will it take to post this entry.

Now listening to: Queen, Radio.
Now Chugging: Green Tea Chai.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Been in the ...

Slacking? Forsaken? etc etc.
I have been composing some entries, mentally, however it is rather inconvenient to blog from the bathroom.

Get your minds out of the toilet. Essentially my nights have been spent in the bathroom, pulling off "cutesy" wallpaper and drywall patching. Unfortunately a pre-project picture is missing. My 2 little help have been fired for the lack of height and one had deliberately pooped her diaper at close range while on duty. Phew!! Poison gas alert, with a snicker and a devilish grin.

Cheap therapy, out with the old, itchy fingers, Tim the Toolman reincarnated.

I'll be back.... when I am not as sore or tired. (Acting my age).

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

2 Extreme Childhoods

Congratulations to Kevin Sites, Recipient of 2006 Daniel Pearl Award.

2 extremes of childhood. One filled with hard work and loss of childhood, the other filled with hard work and loss of childhood.


Scenerio One. Gulsoma age 12, recalling her what happened since she was 4 years old.

"But it wasn't for lack of trying. Gulsoma said when her father-in-law finally let her out of the shed, he bound her hands behind her back and beat her unconscious. She says he revived her by pouring a tea thermos filling with scalding water over her head and her back."
Read the rest here.


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Scenerio Two. Chew Ying Ting, age 14, recalling recalling her daily activities.

"The 14-year-old now begins her day with a 6 a.m. wake-up call and finishes it at 10 p.m. or later, after several hours of homework and extracurricular activities. What most adults would regard as a long daily slog is entirely unexceptional for Singaporean youth. "I've seen people studying till 1 a.m.," Ying Ting shrugs."
Read the rest here.

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Aren't our children fortunate?

Monday, March 20, 2006

How to measure accomplishments

It has been years since Shock & Awe. The Shock from a simple bunker blaster vibrated through our tv screens and the Awe that the street lights are still on.

A human accomplishment of liberty presiding over dis-humanity. Accomplishment in the media is measured by the numbers of IEDs or the tv crews injured. Forgotten are the numbers of hospitals, schools, lives rebuilt, saved and born.

History in the modern era changed with hooligans. Brutality counterattacked with grace and humanity. May our children learn the right history, whether to turn the other way or take on the brutal with heart.

Our stars are remapped with technology, may our hearts and future be refilled with compassion, honour and humanity. Being the better person is difficult and the road to recovery is paved with landminds. Churchill did not look the other way with the holocaust and the villianious occupation of South East Asia. Years later his name is synonamous with greatness.

Time will allow the names of those who sacrificed and are still in the line of fire everywhere, to appear in history books, in the same sentence of greatness. In time, the tactics employed in Afghanistan and elsewhere will be standard in defense handbooks. In time, we will realize the Twin Towers have risen in spirit. In time, burkas are extinct, a purple finger is pride, responsibility is honour. In time, though not soon enough, honour returns.

In time, our hearts will be stronger and our minds are clearer as the big picture fades to the credits. Our patience, strength and some funny spirit some where have brought us here, one day at a time. In time, we will measure accomplishments with mutual standards.

Salute!

Monday, March 13, 2006

Almost time.....

Almost time for this freaking cold weather to lift.
I had cleared off the reminder of last fall, the leaves and wilthered plants. Revealed under the layers of slime and "good thing I am wearing gloves" mysterious cover, are shoots of tulips, hyacinth, hostas and chrysnthemums. A true indicator of Spring.

The overnight winds guts have spared us. Too bad the doggie deposits are still in my yard.

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How to explain to a 3 yr old, that Jerry Rice has ..... retired ...............again.
We'll find other programming and tell her Dancing with the Stars will follow shortly. Programming of praise:
* The Unit (so far they have not insulted any uniforms, yet.)
*Numbers (The elf from Santa Clause is a math wiz now. If an 8 year is intrigued by Mathematics, I am not writing an algorithm to analyse the possibility of failing interest.)
*CSI (er... there are times when sleep overtakes the "scientific eveidence")
*Iron Chef (Food.)

The list of shows rocks the younger one to sleep, while ignites the curiosity in the mental challenge of an 8 year old. Who did it and how will they solve it.

Oh and have to include GUNNY from MAIL CALL. HooAH!!

Friday, March 10, 2006

Reflect

Considering a few definitions: Enlightenment, patience and Closure.

"Patience is a virtue to the next level of enlightenment that will result in closure."
My reflection for today.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

In case if you are complaining about your day, this guy will jostle you, in more than 1 way.
http://shepherdaway.blogspot.com/

Glad you are home safe Capt'n B.
Semper Fi.

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http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060309/ap_on_re_as/china_human_rights

I had to laugh when I saw this headline and laughed harder when I read the article. For a better insight, China is still a communist country, oppression exists, liberty is not in their vocabulary, human rights standards are below par. China's protest to this report, thus, is hypocritcal.
*For example, to credit the largest dam in the world, hundreds and thousands were FORCED from their homes with little advance notice. Villages were simply flooded, analogous Atlantis.
*The one child per family rule remains, with the exception of a female as a first born. Afterwhich you have the option of a second child. If your firstborn is a son, you are done with childbearing. Any further reproduction will result in criminal judgement. If you bear a girl, you have the option of giving the child up or termination (aka tie a stone to the child and aim for a body of water, or any means comfortable. Trust me on that fact, I have a first hand relation.)
*etc etc etc. mumbling another language.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Just for F.

Happy bday to ****.
Happy bday to ****.

I wonder who **** could be?

In retrospect for where he is.
(no pork, porn or playboy)
This is something I think he missed.

A sun tanned bikini rear.

Okay, Fred pucker and kiss .... Here
V


Monday, March 06, 2006

Crashed, Broke, on the line.

Yawn... yawn...yawn....yawn. The Oscars. Something Crashed, Someone Broke their Backs, and someone walked the line. Yawn.
There are some issues with the Oscars, no one has seen the projects you are praising about!! Talk about rubbing an open wound with salt, let a chinese direct a movie on gay cowboys, while you let a westerner refuel a feud between the Japanese and the remainder of Asia. Brag about their high dollar door gifts for the overpaid pampered spoilt. By the way, the politically incorrect cross dressing has been overdone - Tootsie and Mrs Doubtfire.
Yawn.

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Happy birthday to you,
I did not mean to send that virus to you.
Wait till I track the source down,
I'll take them to PC Downtown.
Guts will start flying,
Teach them for the crap they are writing.

Anyway.... you are another year older wiser.
Celebrate with ...er... pork chops & Playboy (hehehe) & Rogaine Hair Gel (?),
Yeah I know, payback is hell,
Especially when I'll be the target a few days later.

This opportunity is rare.
Maybe a little unfair.
But to pick on a friend on his birthday.
Is just a friendly affair.

High Five Fred!! Salute!!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Countdown

In a few more days .... a dear friend will be a year ... (er...) ....(er...)

1. Younger (Nah.. unfitting, got to be kidding me)
2. Taller (Nah.... no hope there)
3. Better groomed (Nah.... a real lost cause)
4. Better fed (Nah... I shall eat on his behalf)
5. Bulkier (Perhaps, if he does the extra pushups for me)

er ... I never expected it to be so difficult when we head into higher digits.....
ah-huh!! Finally!

In a few days, a dear friend will be a year WISER.
Dont worry, Fred, I wont disclose that you are actually 68 years old on March 32, 2006. Salute!
Yeah yeah, smart ass.
Now listening to: Three Doors Down
Now eating: er... leftover ribeye steaks, grilled red bell peppers, pork fritata, steamed sausage.