A very good friend of mine, one Ed Stattman of Indianapolis, has a facile mind. He has sent me several things for my blog, once he knew I had one. Most of them were too obscene to publish here. But today he has come through. He didn't send it for my blog but only to amuse me. Surprise, Ed, you've hit the big time.
Ladies and gentlemen, the following is by a great artiste, Ed Stattman.
California prepares for The Big One
OFFICE OF GOVERNOR JERRY BROWN
SACRAMENTO – Governor Brown advises:
If we have a big earthquake please
Pretend we all are Japanese.
Walk calmly to a public shelter.
Do not panic helter-skelter.
If all of us will follow suit,
We will not pillage, shoot or loot.
If darkness reigns for some brief time,
Let us not go committing crime.
Line up for gas without a din
Of honking; rather sit and grin.
Children, teens, fathers, mothers;
Be sure that you are kind to others
Who cannot buy what you afford.
So share with them and do not hoard.
There is no more for me to state.
Please join me as I meditate.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Fickle cats . . . and some feckin' laughs
Have you ever noticed . . when you want a nice face-on profile of one of your darlin' kitties, how they just refuse to pose for you? There must be something about that camera lens. They just won't look into it.
Blackwell looks off to the side.
Jazz looks to the other side.
And Muggles just turns his back.
Cats. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em.
But now for something entirely different. If you're Irish, you might be offended by the language. Or not. Anyway . . the following is for adults.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Sleepy Sunday
It's just one of those days. On a bed, Blackwell and Muggles indulge in some togetherness as they nap the day away.
In the other room, Jazz takes her rest though her open eyes evince a bit of wariness.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
A slow Saturday
Ho-hum. This Saturday has been lazy. Nothing much going on. So . . . it's a day to try making cinnamon rolls. First the batter. Built it in the bread machine. That took about two hours. Then rolling out the dough and topping it with butter and a mix of sugar and cinnamon. Then rolling it up and cutting it and putting into a pan. That took nearly another half hour. Then letting it sit, covered, for another hour. Finally, into the oven for 25 minutes. Then top them with a glaze.
By this time, SWMBO was about to break down the non-existent door to the kitchen. Which may explain why my photo is of a partially-eaten product.
Ah, the perils of the new cook. Or baker, I guess. I'm not sure it was worth three hours or more. But the boss said they were good.
By this time, SWMBO was about to break down the non-existent door to the kitchen. Which may explain why my photo is of a partially-eaten product.
Ah, the perils of the new cook. Or baker, I guess. I'm not sure it was worth three hours or more. But the boss said they were good.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Construction update
I know you've all been waiting for this - an update on the construction of the Highway 89-A overpass at Viewpoint Road in Prescott Valley. Well, here it is.
Let me give you a closer look.
The crews are getting ready to lay girders above Viewpoint Road, maybe this weekend. There are already warnings that traffic will be detoured at least through the weekend.
I noticed a huge black bin up on the side of the construction. You can see it off to the right in the first photo.
Here's a closer view.
Well now, I wondered, what else would you put in there? Gold ingots? Paper money? Loose change? Stock certificates? But no, that bin is only for trash. So watch yourself!
By the way, little old Prescott Valley - known by the snobs in Prescott by it's old name "Jackass Flats" - may have already passed the hot shots in population. Word came out today that Prescott actually lost population in the year from 2009 to 2010 and P.V. was only a little more than 1,000 people behind it in population. Prescott's population grew by 17.4 percent in the first ten years of the 21st Century to 39,843 in 2010. In the same period, Prescott Valley grew by 65 percent to 38,822. By this time, it may be bigger than Prescott. It's been a lot of years of being put down by the big shots down the road but that may soon be a thing of the past. Hurrah, I say.
Let me give you a closer look.
The crews are getting ready to lay girders above Viewpoint Road, maybe this weekend. There are already warnings that traffic will be detoured at least through the weekend.
I noticed a huge black bin up on the side of the construction. You can see it off to the right in the first photo.
Here's a closer view.
By the way, little old Prescott Valley - known by the snobs in Prescott by it's old name "Jackass Flats" - may have already passed the hot shots in population. Word came out today that Prescott actually lost population in the year from 2009 to 2010 and P.V. was only a little more than 1,000 people behind it in population. Prescott's population grew by 17.4 percent in the first ten years of the 21st Century to 39,843 in 2010. In the same period, Prescott Valley grew by 65 percent to 38,822. By this time, it may be bigger than Prescott. It's been a lot of years of being put down by the big shots down the road but that may soon be a thing of the past. Hurrah, I say.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Broder
One of the great ones is gone.
David Broder, the longtime political reporter and columnist for the Washington Post, died at the age of 81 from complications of diabetes.
Broder was one of my idols in my days as a political reporter. I used to watch him in his television appearances on Washington Week on the Public Broadcasting Service. He always seemed calm and full of wisdom. I read in the many tribute pieces appearing everywhere that he was the consumate reporter, spending many more hours than any other reporter knocking on doors and listening to the average voters across America. He was not real good with technology, his colleagues say, coming late to computers and the Internet, preferring instead to use his manual typewriter. Lots of young reporters today don't even know what a typewriter is, not to mention never having seen or used one.
All things come to an end. Typewriters. Hard-working political reporters. Nowadays it is just too easy to put on some makeup and appear on television.
I think that's too bad.
So long David. Some of us will miss you.
David Broder, the longtime political reporter and columnist for the Washington Post, died at the age of 81 from complications of diabetes.
Broder was one of my idols in my days as a political reporter. I used to watch him in his television appearances on Washington Week on the Public Broadcasting Service. He always seemed calm and full of wisdom. I read in the many tribute pieces appearing everywhere that he was the consumate reporter, spending many more hours than any other reporter knocking on doors and listening to the average voters across America. He was not real good with technology, his colleagues say, coming late to computers and the Internet, preferring instead to use his manual typewriter. Lots of young reporters today don't even know what a typewriter is, not to mention never having seen or used one.
All things come to an end. Typewriters. Hard-working political reporters. Nowadays it is just too easy to put on some makeup and appear on television.
I think that's too bad.
So long David. Some of us will miss you.
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