tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82287092024-03-07T21:49:22.733-06:00How I Learned To Love The BombDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.comBlogger388125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-22361660070579799962023-11-21T14:26:00.000-06:002023-11-21T14:26:30.598-06:00Three years later . . . . And all is NOT WELL<p> Hi my little minions!</p><p>A lot as happened since corona took my job, and another job, and others that I either forgot or refuse to remember. </p><p><br /></p><p>But more on that when I return. </p><p><br /></p><p>Blessed be, </p>Dr. Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859509221189996674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-26987143776317999892020-12-07T16:29:00.000-06:002020-12-07T16:29:56.769-06:00Tasty new job? <h1 style="text-align: left;"> So . . . We meat again!</h1><div>It has been a year (not intentionally) since my last transmission. And it has been a year FROM HELL!</div><p style="text-align: left;">I no longer partake in my field of my training, career, or anything closely resembling what I had been doing for the past forty years. And all because of an overwhelming sickness in the world. And I’m not talking about that spoiled rich kid that plays president on tv. THAT is a disease that after four years of pain, will be taken care of January 20, 2021. </p><p style="text-align: left;">No, I speak of Corona virus 19, or covid-19 as most refer to it as. “The Asian virus” as diaper don would ignorantly refer to it as. It has killed millions throughout the globe. </p><p style="text-align: left;">I must cut the short now. I will return! It’s just that my dog is very insistent on going outside right now.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Blessed be, and stay the hell away from each other if you want to live!!</p>Dr. Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859509221189996674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-84106519851558180212019-12-08T15:31:00.000-06:002019-12-08T15:31:14.441-06:00Hi again, IT'S ME!<br />
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I honestly have tried to come back more than once a year, but since the book of faces is so prevalent, and less than the six steps to log in & post, most of my deranged rambling has been there.<br />
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I know the precious few followers out there have crossed over to keep up on my exciting whirlwind travels & taunts. But I seriously intend to utilize this venue once again for the somewhat lengthier regurgitation of thoughts. It will be much cleaner this way with the upcoming elections, impeachment, and miscellaneous political failures.<br />
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Speaking of failure, I am sorry to see the Democratic race slowly get paired down. I really thought Kamala, Beto, and that weird psycho new aged chick were entertaining.<br />
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That's all for now. My dog is trying to hog the keyboard again. That usually means he is ready for a nap, or he REALLY needs to go outside.<br />
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Blessed be all. And flush as often as you want. Dr. Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859509221189996674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-82235102041776180582018-08-15T00:00:00.003-05:002018-08-15T00:00:27.177-05:00Panexa. Ask your doctor for a reason to take it! - Part III did a post back in <a href="http://siouxfallsstrange.blogspot.com/2006/02/panexa-ask-your-doctor-for-reason-to.html" target="_blank">February of 2006</a> about this stuff. And now here is the commercial!!<br />
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<a href="http://www.panexa.com/" target="_blank">For more information Dr. Strangelove says CLICK HERE!!</a>Dr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-59933339486937701522018-08-14T23:52:00.003-05:002018-08-14T23:52:51.635-05:00Sitting in underware<b>HA! You all thought I forgot!</b><br />
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Actually, I DID forget about this place of refuge. But I was going through my bookmarks & thought I would check in for a bit.<br />
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<b>Blessed Be, the doc </b>Dr. Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859509221189996674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-21533934211145951352017-03-02T23:07:00.000-06:002017-03-02T23:10:58.448-06:00CloudsDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-58644082698975025352015-09-06T22:00:00.001-05:002015-09-06T22:00:54.492-05:00Things on 'the net' sometimes DO die.We {superman & I] went on a quest ot find videos that he & others did on the old Bopsta / gidol / google idol, AND WE FOUND NOT A FUCKING THING!<br />
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So dauntless I will go back to my hole in the ground & commence feeding through a bag of tapes to seek out the wonderful, but sometimes really bad, products of his twisted mind.<br />
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Live long & prosper. And don't piss off the guy with x-ray vision<br />
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Blessed Be all!Dr. Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859509221189996674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-46870416340334578442015-02-08T17:03:00.000-06:002015-02-08T17:03:17.859-06:00One Year Later . . . .YES, I know I said I would be back & doing more stuff a year ago. I seriously thought I would, but I got distracted with trying to stay alive.<br />
I wish I had something more profound to say right now. I really cannot think of anything.<br />
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OH, WELL..........<br />
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Such is the life of a single, 50 year old man, with no social life to speak of.<br />
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Hopefully it will not be a year or so before I get back to this.Dr. Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859509221189996674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-92098196356361548172014-02-18T20:16:00.000-06:002014-02-18T20:16:40.179-06:00IIIIII'MMM BAAAAACKKKK!After the panic of thinking I had lost everything, I got it to work again.<br />
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But first a little update:<br />
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About a month ago, I had a stroke. Some think it was minor because I appear to be functioning "normally". And many claim that it was overblown to get attention.<br />
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But they were not the ones that woke up that morning with their entire right side from cheekbone to toes without any feeling what so ever. They did not immediately have themselves confined to a hospital bed for four days, I referred to it as being taken hostage. Even though I had all motor functions at the time, I could not even step one foot outside the hospital doors to get my car out of the emergency room parking lot when they force admitted me to the hospital.<br />
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So my mother, {who was still recovering from back surgery the week prior}, had someone hide my car in one of the parking ramps for me to play hide & seek with when I finally broke out. And brought my laptop & other things of interest to me while in captivity between pokes, prods, injections, inspections, and various other forms of witchcraft in the name of science. It was during that time I decided to try to document the experience of having a stroke since I could not find a blow by blow first hand account by anyone that would help others prepare to deal with such a trauma.<br />
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I have FaceBook, & I inundate my *friends* with various updates from my timeline, whether they like it or not, the stuff I post shows up without rhyme or reason to their newsfeed. I did not want to overdo the medium with crap they might not really give a shit about. So, I tried to log into here, my blog, the one space I can prattle on & people choose to read it or not, but THEY choose, not some half assed algorithm. This is when my plans took a hit right into a brick wall.<br />
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I went to logon, and saw my page for about half a second, then a page from some squatter trying to ransom a URL for some misspelled variation of twitter. At the time I thought that blogger\google had closed my page again & the address was no more, but after going to one of my other blog experiments & seeing they were fully alive & well, I had to do some investigation then.<br />
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Which brought me to tonight. I was bored, and had just gotten a followup with the neuro-doc, and thought to try to unravel the mystery again. Somehow a redirect got injected into the HTML of my template. I don't know how, I don't know where, but it was hidden enough that I could not find it when I went line by line. So I decided what the hell, I will just nuke the template, replace it, and if anything was lost, that is what the internet archive is for.<br />
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And it worked!<br />
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So now, after all that, I totally forgot what the hell I was going to write about tonight, and the rise of the planet of the apes is in the background on tv. Never saw it before, but John Lithgow is in it, so I gave it a chance. Nice visuals, great CGI, but it cannot compare in any way to the 'real' planet of the apes movies.<br />
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So what will follow will be me farting around & re-associating myself with the tools here for a while, but I will try to post back here more as it is more of a free space to vent off the more non politically correct things that I feel need to be released, and more on what it is like & what has changed by having a stroke. To an outsider it is almost <span class="st"><em>imperceivable</em></span>, but to me, it is my life from now on.<br />
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And again, Blessed Be,<br />
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I just went through 45 minutes of my life trying to get into my account do I could post something. Oh, and after all the bullshit I went through to get here I have totally forgot what it was I was going to say!<br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">THIS FUCKING SUCKS!</span></div>
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Why change something that was not broken? Why make people click through SEVEN FUCKING SCREENS when it used to only take two? This is NOT streamlining, it is a very lame attempt to try to cross sell people on other services. Much like the put candy bars & gum next to the checkout at the store.</div>
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Ranging from second hand smoke to germs on door handles, to possibly being taken in the middle of the night by a group of Alaskan ninja elk.<br /><br />Some things are legitimate threats. Things like deforestation, random violence, loss of jobs, housing, family, and real life things that actually be preventable if people did more than sit on the couch & yell at the TV.<br /><br />But concerning ones self with piddly stuff that we have no control over is dumb.<br /><br />One of the prime tenets of every religious following or theology is to accept others for what they do. 'An ye harm none', 'do unto others', 'forgive them for they know not what they do', all of these phrases are not just words, they are a way of living with each other. If someone looks like they belong to some underground faction that promotes killing for killing. They might actually be a part of that group. But most likely they are just as normal as you, and the only difference is the way they dress, the way they talk, or how they deal with everyday life.<br /><br />Just deal with it, and don't be an ass about things you have no control of. You cannot control others like you can a pet, or some programmed toy with a remote. It just doesn't happen that way, and never will. That is what makes live in the world so fun.<br /><br />Blessed Be, and leave your troubles at the door<br />Dr. StrangeloveDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-74953859101247572222010-01-06T14:28:00.002-06:002010-01-06T16:00:51.321-06:00So, snow, go, blow,As the snow hits yet again, I decided to start writing. My mom suckered me into watching Tuesdays with Morrie, yup that is a sure pick me up for a depressing day. Oh well, there is not much I can do about the snow falling.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Or is there. . . . . . . .<br /></div><br /> As of late my social calender mostly consists of infrequent gatherings with a few friends, and people that I barely know. Mostly I have been either working, or staying in a self imposed isolation in my basement. I don't get out much anymore.<br /><br /> So, just like my writing, I am trying to get back into the pace of things in the outside world. And in this process I am gathering my notes & stuff & realizing how pathetic some of the things & the people around these days. Take for instance a guy I met a while back. <br /><br /> Monkey boy is this idiot that, at the ripe age of 19 has fried his brain to the point of no return. When I met him he was sketching out a new tattoo using gang symbols from both the bloods & the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">crips</span>. When asked "why the hell are you doing that?", his reply was that by having both of the designs prominently displayed on his arms he would then be safe in the presence of either group. It had not occurred to him, and he just could not comprehend when we told him, that by having both tags he would never be safe anywhere around either gang, nor any other gang, and most likely would become someones bitch if he was remotely allowed to live.<br /><br /> And he has been allowed to breed. His girlfriend is a sweet & frighteningly ignorantly stupid girl. In other words his perfect match. I met her once and could hear the whoosh of the black-hole vacuum which was her head. She was due to unleash her spawn while monkey boy was in jail for possession with intent to be stoned. {He got busted & was so fucked up he didn't truly realize he was in jail for 2 days}. Well when it came time for the hatch-ling to spew out, the court called with a 24 hour furlough. When the guards notified him of this he argued with them that he did not have a furlough & the girl was not supposed to pop for another week. They told him again that they have a court signed 24 hour release for him to leave & be out. HE STILL ARGUED WITH THEM ! Then after other convicts all but physically slapped him silly trying to explain, 'YOU HAVE A 24 HOUR PASS TO GET OUT OF JAIL TO SEE YOUR WOMAN WHO IS HAVING THE BABY RIGHT NOW!'. He finally got what was going on. This was not a shock reaction to having a kid, this was plain old fashioned burned out brain playing at 1/8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> speed.<br /><br /> So after going out, seeing 'his woman', his mutant offspring, and getting stoned to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">be-jesus</span>, monkey boy returned & just barely passed the breathalyzer at the front desk. He was still tweaking from the party pack of drugs he & his buddies consumed while visiting the hospital. Mind you the new mother also had a few tastes of the buffet of buzz since she had to be clean for nine months, so fun was had by all. Luckily for him, the great brain trust of "corrections" officers did not notice him bouncing off the walls until the next morning to piss test him, which by that time he had come down & it was out of his system.<br /><br /> That ends story time for today kids. Come back later for more tails of stupid people in jail, and the inmates they are supposed to be watching....<br /><br />Blessed Be, and grab some warm socks.<br />Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Strangelove</span>Dr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-66548490374977312192009-12-04T00:13:00.003-06:002009-12-04T00:29:29.946-06:00On the eve of a certified used lifeO.K.<br /><br /> I know it has been a while. I know some may feel abandoned.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">But I have been busy.<br /></div><br /> All I can say right now is that the chrysalis will shed in the next few hours. And along with that will be a lesser chance of repercussion for what is to come. <br /><br /> I have not been idol in the last twenty three months, far from that. I have decided to take up writing again. Although I have not written anything here, I have indeed been putting words into form to get several interesting, and embarrassing things out in the open. I have to still wait a bit longer for clearance to avoid more legal issues & backlash from some of my subjects & characters. But be patient. It should be worth the wait. And as an added bonus, there might be a sideshow spectacle tossed into the center ring of the local rumour mongering!<br /><br /> So, thank you for reading this. And be sure to come back later!<br /><br />Blessed Be, and remember to take notes of everything that can save your ass.<br />Dr. StrangeloveDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-57391884638198566652009-08-17T23:38:00.000-05:002009-08-17T23:39:41.703-05:00Nice smile Mr. Squirrel<img src="http://images.stupidvideos.com/images/2/00/23/19/00/231900_m730_____1.jpg" />Dr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-25741855985703723322009-08-10T00:45:00.003-05:002009-08-10T00:51:22.170-05:00In Dot I Trust.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inhislikeness.com/comics/2009-08-09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 414px;" src="http://www.inhislikeness.com/comics/2009-08-09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Blessed Be, and check out "<a href="http://www.inhislikeness.com/">In His Likeness</a>", it;s funny!<br />Dr. StrangeloveDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-2849663135804025992009-06-29T13:41:00.001-05:002009-06-29T13:43:42.481-05:00THE BIG RED SHINEY BUTTON!<iframe frameborder='0' border=0 width='425' height='344' src='http://pown.it/obj.php?ID=1197' name=iframe scrolling=no style='position:absolute;' allowtransparency='true'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />yOU KNOW YOU WANNA PRESS IT<br /><br />Blessed Be, and light a match<br />Dr. StrangeloveDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-41291055082284516272009-06-18T22:52:00.001-05:002009-06-18T22:54:53.609-05:00And Now for Something Completely DifferentYOU GOTTA GET ONE!<br /><object width="480" height="400" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_1b36d848f3"><param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /><param name="flashvars" value="key=1b36d848f3" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed width="480" height="400" flashvars="key=1b36d848f3" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_1b36d848f3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:480px;"><a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/1b36d848f3/comfort-wipe" title="from TubularGoldmine">Comfort Wipe</a> - watch more <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die">funny videos</a></div><br /><br />Blessed Be, & don't touch the "dirty toilet paper"<br />Dr. StrangeloveDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-51062678014370532742009-05-31T02:36:00.003-05:002009-05-31T02:47:48.068-05:00Protect Marriage, Protect Children, Prohibit DivorceI saw this last year & just finally found it again on <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/c0cf508ff8/prop-8-the-musical-starring-jack-black-john-c-reilly-and-many-more-from-fod-team-jack-black-craig-robinson-john-c-reilly-and-rashida-jones">FunnyOrDie.com</a>. And now you can see it too.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sign the petition at <a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/protect-marriage-protect-children-prohibit-divorce">http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/protect-marriage-protect-children-prohibit-divorce </a></span><br /><object width="384" height="256" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_cca5e8a78a"><param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /><param name="flashvars" value="key=cca5e8a78a" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed width="384" height="256" flashvars="key=cca5e8a78a" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_cca5e8a78a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:384px;"><a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/cca5e8a78a/protect-marriage-protect-children-prohibit-divorce-from-jonathan-smith" title="from Jonathan Smith">Protect Marriage, Protect Children, Prohibit Divorce</a> - watch more <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die">funny videos</a></div><br /><br />Blessed Be, And don't be like California.<br />Dr. StrangeloveDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-45509191340562239992009-05-08T00:00:00.001-05:002009-05-08T00:03:03.061-05:00Give Something Positive<a href="http://www.somethingpositive.net/sp12192001.shtml"><img src="http://www.somethingpositive.net/sp12192001.gif" alt="SomethingPositive.net" /></a>Dr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-55846813732401592282009-05-02T00:59:00.003-05:002009-05-02T01:16:10.493-05:00MMph! Erroompa pyndtsyss bombeded<a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jephdraw.com/random/alternativerobot.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.jephdraw.com/random/alternativerobot.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: times new roman;">t's very important to </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.jephdraw.com/random/alternativerobot.png">support others' preferences</a><span style="font-family: times new roman;">, no matter how strange they may be. It is what the Inter Nets was founded on! That and webcest.</span>Dr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-55454416864949430272009-04-18T19:26:00.002-05:002009-04-18T19:40:41.723-05:00Planes, Trains, & Automobiles - Part - 2Hi! Me again,<br />Well I finally made it to Chicago. After they herded everyone into the respective areas for seating on the plane they had us stand there for another minutes. I could have been sitting on my butt, wonking out all that time & finishing my previous entry! <br /><br />Anyway I forgot to explain the reason for the previous title<br /><h3 class="post-title">"The curent threat level by homeland security is boring" </h3>While I was walking with my mother through the concourse, the P.A. system ran a recording telling everyone about what the current color of the paranoid rainbow Homeland (in)security was declaring for the time being. B.T.W. I know the time being, and he is NOT amused by this, and wished Bush, Cheney, & Ashcroft hadn't started this bullshit. "It ruins my chi." he says. But back to the story..... When the disembodied voice made its announcement what I & my mother heard was that the level stated by DHS was 'boring'. It took us aback for a bit. Appropriate announcement & very accurate, but not what she said. Awhil;e later it came back up in rotation & we figured it out that the unholy minion of TSA was saying 'orange'.<br /><br />Well I gotta go catch a train. Meanwhile if you are ever at Millennium Station in downtown Chicago. Goto Chi-Town-Pizza in the station. Great stromboli & free Wi-Fi.<br /><br />Blessed Be, and put the steel to the wheels<br />Dr. StrangeloveDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-38207439004301207682009-04-18T14:50:00.002-05:002009-04-18T15:12:33.405-05:00"The curent threat level by homeland security is boring"So, here I am after spending 35 minutes going through the TSA {They Suck Ass}, screening in Omaha & my flight is delayed fifty-five minutes so I'm here for over two hours with nothing to do but hunt for an outlet for Zoe, my laptop & traveling companion.<br /><br />I find it odd that they went ballistic over the 8 pennies, 2 nickles, 4 dimes & a quarter in my pocket, but didn't even flinch about the two bic lighters & my nail clipper. Also my coat took an extra five minutes due to NOT the camera, NOT my MP3 player, but the little box with two condoms in the inner pocket. <br /><br />This is probably just the first of many problems that I will come upon during my "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093748/">Planes, Trains, & Automobiles</a>" journey to the Chicago area for my Grandmas funeral. In case you are wondering, I rode down to omaha with my mother, flying to Midway in Chicago, taking t<a href="http://www.transitchicago.com/riding_cta/systemguide/orangeline.aspx">he "L" from the airport</a> to the train depot by Millennium Park, then jumping on the <a href="http://www.nictd.com/">SouthShore commuter line</a> to Gary. Just to fill in the gaps I rode my scooter down the block before I left home. Now I am just short a boat/ship.<br /><br />well I gotta go. I think they are sorting out passengers now.<br /><br />Blessed Be, & keep your seat in the upright position.<br />Dr. StrangeloveDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-45941363220378832862009-04-16T00:23:00.002-05:002009-04-16T02:11:13.697-05:00Good Bye to a Great GrandmaI got an email yesterday from my dad. I had to wait until later to call him back because he said that they would be at the hospital until ten last night.<br /><br /> The email said that around 1 a.m. my Grandma Barnes was taken to hospital by ambulance, then taken into surgery for a ruptured colon. They had her under the knife for over 2.5 hours. When I finally spoke with my dad, he stated that the doctors had to open her up & clean out her abdomen of all of the waste that had leaked from the rupture. She was in pretty rough shape & they gave her morphine for the pain & a ventilator to help her breathing.<br /><br /> He also said that all three of my aunts have gathered in Hammond & they & my father are taking shifts sitting with their mom, my grandmother.<br /><br /> Earlier today I spoke with my dad & thing were looking grey. She now was unresponsive & not looking like things were going to get any better. The family was discussing what steps would be taken next, and what options were, well, optional.<br /><br /> So after that I sort of became a zombie of sorts. I just had tore down a show in four hours that took more than three days to setup, finishing off an eighteen hour day. Found out my Grandma had been rushed to the ER. My longest span of sleep in the last three days clocks in at around four hours. And it really was a problem trying to figure what my emotional & physical demeanor was being caused by. I pretty much floated through the day attempting to do something but accomplishing nothing.<br /><br /> Then I decided to hop on my scooter. {Oh yeah, by the way I have a scooter now} and go for a ride into the city to clear my head. I was pulling on my helmet when my phone rang. I looked at the screen & it was my dads cell phone. I sort of hesitated answering knowing what information might be awaiting my push of the 'ok' button.<br /><br /> I answered it & said hi to my dad.<br /><br /> There was a pause before I heard a voice over the background noise. My father then spoke. He said that about five minutes ago, {approx. 3:30 p.m.}, my Grandmother had passed away. They disconnected the ventilator & other equipment once everyone, {my dad & my 3 aunts}, had gathered with the minister. A few moments had passed, then she was gone.<br /><br /> All I could do was stand there in the middle of the driveway & reply in one, two, or three syllable sentences. I don't remember much else of the conversation other telling each other I love you, & good bye. <br /><br /> I hung up the phone, turned around, and it started to rain.<br /><br /> So now I look at the clock after trying to write this & it is a new day. I made my reservations to fly out of Omaha on Saturday to Midway in Chicago. The viewing will be Sunday, the funeral on Monday, I fly back on Tuesday, then go back to work on Wednesday.<br /><br />Right now however, I'm going to try to get some sleep<br /><br />Blessed Be, and all thatDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-63816944771868299302009-03-28T16:29:00.005-05:002009-03-28T16:54:41.644-05:00NOW, I learned to love the bombThis is an interesting little Google Maps toy. It will show you what the damages will be from a detonation of the Hiroishima 'Little Boy' to a "planet killer" asteroid impact. It is amazing how much, or how little can be destroyed with a push of a button or the falling of a rock.<br /> Case in point: If you set off either of the two bombs deployed to end WWII in downtown SFSD, both hospitals & the two major collages would be destroyed. But the pain-in-the-ass country clubs would be spared. It just is not fair.<br /><br /> If you want to see the full site this came from goto: <a href="http://www.carloslabs.com/node/16">Ground Zero|Carlos Labs</a><br /><iframe src="http://www.carloslabs.com/projects/200712B/GroundZero.html" align="middle" width="475" frameborder="0" height="600"></iframe><br />Blessed Be, and don't press that shiny red button.<br />Dr. StrangeloveDr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8228709.post-57507783394726086382009-03-26T15:29:00.006-05:002009-03-26T16:23:46.041-05:00Cat Shit One Movie Trailer -or- "Don't funny with my Bunny!"<div style="text-align: center;">Now many of you may know my affinity for the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lagomorpha">lagomorphs</a> in this world. And most people that have met either of my bunnies Roscolene, {grey Mini-Lop, Codename 'Packy'}, or Disney, {B&W Dutch, Codename 'Botasky'}, just saw the cute little furry long eared chick magnets that they were. But little did they know . . . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apocalypse_Meow"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojD03UARLpWAGJyatuSmD1TVoDBp-NhAsJUZXDNQ-k-8RDDA84T_Czm7PCDlci39eySPbjvGXXDm9hhuT_1g6cP8F0zjZd18H-LQzorx-bkINHgQ7Q8D6ejnKtMypujr6DB-4/s400/CS1-door2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317601290053589874" border="0" /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apocalypse_Meow"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" ><br />Click for Wikipedia entry</span></a><br /></div> They were highly trained in urban assault & guerrilla warfare. They did not "die", they graduated boot camp. These "cute bunnies" were actually living with us while here covertly training to be vicious sociopathic killers when called to duty. They strike with surprise & stealth. And until now, until this movie, there has been scarce documentation of the hellfire wrath that they can deal out to those of whom oppose them.<br /> Heed the warning: "Death awaits you all with great big nasti pointi teeth . . . and a grenade launcher"<br />Blessed Be, and beware the terrorist cells of camels<br />Dr. S.<object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gr4QBZfjtqs&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gr4QBZfjtqs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object>Dr.Strangelovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501368181753053659noreply@blogger.com0