Sunday, February 27, 2005
I remember that phrase from my childhood. It was what Superman fought for, and what we all wanted as kids.
Baseball, Hot Dogs, Apple Pie & Chevrolet.
Yep, All American.
I remember when it MEANT something to be American. You were a citizen of the GREATEST country in the world. You could do amazing things other countries couldn't. And you were FREE.
Freedom that had been bought and paid for with blood and tears of our fighting men & women.
You gotta carry ID, and we are treated like a third world country. Go to an airport anytime lately? Security is a damned joke.
We are giving up our rights and freedoms for some stupid illusion of safety. Who is gonna keep you safe? The Government? Hey, I doubt it.
I was reading an article about John Gilmore, who refused to give his ID, and can no longer travel in the US.
This is BS.
So it makes me think, who is really fighting for our freedoms? I don't mean Militia style. UFO's coming down, etc. etc. I don't mean all the stinkey hippies getting paid to protest.
there are probably more, but I am tossing some money at the EFF. They have been fighting stupidity for a long time. They have been trying to stop meddling. Ashcroft is gone. but there are some ridiculous things going on
Thomas Jefferson would be spinning. Thompson couldn't take it anymore. I am getting irritated.
Okay, we want happier news? 173 this morning! I am shedding the weight. it is a good thing.
Sara spent the weekend in Tahoe, I hope to see her tonight.
I got a stereo put in the sprinter.
i got no more ideas.
Friday, February 25, 2005
this is the job for me.
(btw, MotoJava Joe, not Joe the Red Headed Menace)
2 weeks & 2 days left.
Goal - 165 extreme goal - 155 with weight training and walking, increased cardio & aerobic.
Now on to fun stuff.
Sara is a minimalist. She does not like having "junk" around the house. Me? I likes my junk! Toys are where it's at. And tools. lots of tools in the garage. However, I realized, I have too much Junk. Last night, I bought 2 rubbermaid plastic storage tubs. My clothes currently reside in my closet, in my dresser, and in some wire rack boxes stacked on the floor of my room. I went through my dresser (the one Grandma Manya bought me when I was born).
I started with the bottom drawer, and picked out pairs of shorts I actually wear. Neatly folded them, and put them in the drawer. I put all the rest of the shorts and my sweaters that were in there, and put em in one of the tubs.
Next drawer was pants. I picked 4 pair of jeans I regularly wear, and a few pair of "lounge pants" (that's pajamas to all ya'll in Texas" and put em in the dresser. I took all the jeans I cannot fit in, and the tshirts from in that drawer, and into the tub!
Third Drawer? T Shirts. I picked my 5 favorite white shirts, 5 favorite black shirts, and 5 nasty old house/shop work shirts. Folded them, put them in the drawer. Everything else? In the tubs!
4th drawer is socks and drawers. I have not done anything there, but plan on buying 6 new pair of white socks this weekend. Clearing out all the socks with holes in them, and making it so.
Packed both tubs, put them at the foot of the bed.
Took the wire crates out to the garage and stacked them on my workbench shelf. They cover the window in the garage a little, but it is rarely open, and they are wire, so light still comes in.
My room looks bigger, emptier, more tidy. Maybe this weekend, I will do same in closet, and go through the tubs, figure what needs to go to goodwill, and unload some.
But I hate getting rid of books. Books are life. As this family knows!
I hope to do same in garage, getting rid of more junk.
No matter what Sara says, My house is not a messy as this guy!
I still regret selling my MicroNauts collection on Ebay to help finance the move to California! But they did bring a bunch of cash.
Tonight? INcome Taxes!
Tomorrow morning? BSA new tires!
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
I call my oncologist (after cancer, you work with your oncologist as primary physician, for like, 3 years) and say "Doc, my feet! god damn. I am dying"
we chat a while, discuss what I have been doing differently, and he says "Charles, you are a fat bastard, and you need to lose weight"
I know this. I started lifting weights last month. I have been walking. I am working to feel better, and it is hurting me.
I thought it was something wrong with the bloodflow, or muscles. He thinks it is all the excercise putting stress on my feet & knees, cause I am fat. 185.
So we decided it would be okay for me to go back on Atkins induction for 3 weeks. See what I can scrape off, drop 20 - 25 lbs. get back to 160-ish.
it should make my feet hurt less.
And I started. wow, it is wierd. I come home, lift weights, go for a walk, then eat sausage & cheese and drink lots of water.
I've only started, and definitely not in keytosis yet, but i am already having more energy, and can tell what I should not be eating.
it's wierd, like after divorce, when I was living with doug. Come home, excercise, meditate, eat, rest. I have wierd flashbacks. but in general, I am feeling better
maybe I will get all buffed up, and Sara will get jealous when hot wimmen are whistling at me and making indecent offers.
wait, that won't happen. LMAO!
(CP - Tulsa, OK) President Bush was invited to address a major gathering of the American Indian Nation last weekend in Arizona. He spoke for almost an hour on his future plans for increasing every Native American's present standard of living. He referred to his career as Governor of Texas, how he had signed "YES" 1,237 times - for every Indian issue that came to his desk for approval.
Although the President was vague on the details of his plan, he seemed most enthusiastic about his future ideas for helping his "red brothers".
At the conclusion of his speech, the Tribes presented the President with a plaque inscribed with his new Indian name - Walking Eagle. The proud President then departed in his motorcade, waving to the crowds.
A news reporter later inquired to the group of chiefs of how they came to select the new name given to the President.
They explained that "Walking Eagle" is the name given to a bird so full of shit it can no longer fly.
Monday, February 21, 2005
I set up an initial page for the Gods Bats Motorcycle Club. No marksup, OMJ, if you & Dave want shirts, here is a possibility.
I'll try to work up some more soon.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
i lost his number, but someone (you know who you are) call Buffet or Jerry Jeff if you read this, and gimme a holler if there is a going away scenario.
Friday, February 18, 2005
how much, and can I choose the wimmen? there are a few I'd like to splatter, they can even wear clothes.
The State Parks System even has info on their website about it:
It reminded me of summers spent at working at the Boy Scout Camp on Lake Murvaul. Almost every summer one of the park rangers would pull a 90-100 lb cat out Really big. Really ugly.
I saw where I could buy 80 ft of lakefront property with a trailer house for a little more than I paid for my truck. But I don't think Sara is big into fishin, and not only is it on the 'disreputable' side of the lake, it IS in the middle of nowhere.
then that set me to thinking about property in rural Texas.
12 acres outside of Tyler, 1/2 the price of the place in San Jose
23 acres outside Brownsboro, (which is an armpit, I always get tickets there) same, 1/2 price
112 acres "grand dame" house, whatever that means, for about what we paid out here?
Hallsville. 30 acres, + 30 more? and it's by a dragstrip!
Private lake, 350k We could live on Lake Sara!
dang, catfish to buyin a retirement. nah. no lakes for me. just work.
have a swell weekend
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Star Wars Stupidity from Julz
Crazy Mooning Tricks
some dudes on a sidecar going. I mean GOING I wish I could ride this good
and I have no clue why the Japanese invented this not work safe device, but it is outrageous
finally, Sara sent me this guy for ZapWorld. His delivery is great.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
I am way stupid busy now, and my time has become very valuable to me.
today I had a dentist appointment.
they found 1 cavity
they said we need to reschedule to fill it
cause apparently, there is not time to let the novacaine take effect and still do the work
I don't want to go BACK again.
so I said, if we don't use novacaine, can we fill it?
...... oh yeah
I took a filling with NO pain shot
of course, it does feel like someone punched me in the jaw. But still.
Filling. No pain shot. Drill, fill, harden, grind, shape, then clean! woo hoo
Saturday, February 12, 2005
I know this, it is not new, but it was refreshing to be reminded, and I seem to need that reminder.
People do not want to hear negative things.
I keep feeling I am trapped in doing something for over a year that is difficult and not really my job. However, if you do something for a year, it IS part of your job, and the right answer is to bear down, and do it to the best of your abilities.
And I will try to do this even harder.
and when I forget, and think about how bad I have it, I will remember my uncle, sitting in a tent in Korea, in 40below tempratures, freezing his kiester off, and I will think "It ain't that bad! Get back to work!"
and I am alive, and what could be better than that?
they just busted into maps too. this will make Yahoo Maps, Mapquest, Directions.com, etc, shrivel and float away.
I am so damned impressed with the brilliant things they are doing, it is not just another mapping program, it is a totally new methodology. And Libraries! Digitizing books to put them online?
Damn. I may ought to think about this.
But I am not smart enough, and if I walk away from Cisco now, I will lose some money.
Friday, February 11, 2005
In my ongoing rant against cops gone south and tasers, Sara's sister Kate sent me this link. 14 yr old teen running AWAY, tasered. (in case the link does not work:)
Police use Taser gun on
Dalarence Goodwin was taken out of the school Jan. 21 to be arrested on a warrant for allegedly missing a court date on a charge of carrying a hatchet. The warrant was later determined to have been a mistake.Both he and police agree that he was running away as he was struck by the Taser.
Then there was some discussion on the internet about a cop posting to a cop forum about how he hated motorcyclists. I can't find the link, but it was vile.
Then we had a bunch of good, fun news.
My sister posted photos of Carnival, that I missed.
My pal Flash got his first patent! If you wanna see it, go here: and enter 6,829,081 in the search box
Beth sent this link, "and you thought Japanese motorcycle manuals were weird...."
New Telephone is cool.
Today is Natalie Galletti's Birthday. Happy Birthday Natalie!
Saturday, February 05, 2005
We went, thinking, " load up on greasy fried chikens before we head to our pal Greg's Mardis Gra Soiree." (in Redwood City)
I gotta say, we left thinking "Popeyes in San Jose bites sad donkey ass. " The folks at Shady Grove would never serve that. Heck, the folks at the Pig Trail Inn wouldn't bring that to the counter. And NO ONE in Louisiana would ever call that cajun.
A) everyone behind the counter was Asian.
B) good luck business cat on counter
C) no customers of "color"
D) no red sody colors in the soda pop machine
8 pc family dinner, 1/2 spicy, 1/2 regular, mashed taters, red beans & rice.
1/2 crappy and 1/2 soggy was more like it. I have never seen a sadder fried chicken in my life. That bird died for no reason.
From their web site: Red Beans & Rice, the traditional side dish of New Orleans, It's a hearty and delicious blend of beans, seasonings, meats, shallots and a few special secrets.
Well, the secret is out in San Jose. pinto beans and white rice, no flavor, secret ingredient? ASS
From their web site: Mashed Potatoes & Cajun Gravy. Creamy whipped spuds smothered in a savory sauce full of bell peppers and seasonings that we call Cajun Gravy.
Whipped?? flakes from a box, soggy, less tater, more goo. Savory nothing, Cajun? Hardly! Justin Wilson wouldn't know what this garbage was. Heck, his garbage can probably tasted better than this paste. Ass!
Popeye's Famous Biscuits? From their web page: "These are the biscuits all your freinds have been talkin' about."
my kiester. I had better from generic brand can at safeway. If my friends are talkin about these biscuits, I need new friends. Ass
it LOOKED like a Popeye's Chicken Shop. it tasted like? Lukewarm ASS.
I am so let down, I cannot return. Now I am worried about my planned pilgrimage to Chick-Fil-A in Fairfield.
Friday, February 04, 2005
But I think a cool car would be a hearse. With multiple flamethrowers on it (Scroll down page to story & photos, you do not have to join) Not a commercial job, but home brewed
I also like the idea of throwing a few Pulse Jets on the exterior, not really for propulsion, just the SOUND! (click whichever of the first 3 links you prefer for media)
Basically, I want to make an artfully engineered vehicle of destruction. I think a flat black suburban, chopped top, with a 1.5 ft tall, 1/4" thick armor plate perimeter bumper system.
I need money and time. Neither of which I have.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
So I have been lifting weights every afternoon when I get home from work. I'm not lifting a lot, not trying to become like the Governor of California, just trying to regain some strength lost during chemo & laziness.It feels great. Every day I add a few more repetitions. Every day, it hurts a little more, but properly so.
News?My pal Eric sends me this web site, a protest about a high school teacher, implying all world history can be taught through Iron Maiden songs.
Then my sister sends me this link to CNN, apparently A photograph posted on an Islamist Web site appears to be that of an action figure and not a U.S. soldier being held hostage.
What's next? Jihad on Malibu Barbie?