Monday, December 31, 2007
"Recently, the independent movie Zyzzyx Road made just $30 at the box office. The film, starring Tom Sizemore and Katherine Heigl and with a budget of $1.2 million, may owe its tiny revenue to its limited box office release: just six days in a single theater in Dallas, Texas, where, according to director Leo Grillo, it sold 6 tickets, 2 of which were to cast members."
Thursday, December 27, 2007
CAHOKIA, Ill. -- Investigators say they believe a space heater is to blame for a southern Illinois fire that destroyed the home of six volunteer firefighters.
The six volunteer firefighters from the Prairie DuPont Fire Department lived in the Cahokia home with family members. No residents were injured. A firefighter from Cahokia was treated and released.
Cahokia Fire Chief Dave Nulsen says the space heater was too close to combustible materials such as clothing or draperies, sparking the fire that consumed the home's entire interior.
Nulsen says residents should keep such items at least three feet away from space heaters.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I don't know what that little white thing is either. It's magnetic. No one seems to know. I'm thinking maybe space debris.
Oh and yes, my car keys are not actually keys. I don't know why. I haven't read the manual. I don't remember where I put it.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
I've been bad about posting, and responding to comments, and to visiting the sites that I usually visit.
It's going to get worse.
From now until Christmas is going to be a madhouse -- but I promise I'll be back in touch will all of the regulars between Christmas and New Years.
Meanwhile, I had a thought about my previous post, about the No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service sign at the gas station. What if I filled my car with gas -- which now takes about $60 to do -- and then took off my shoes and shirt. Would that mean the gas was free since I would not be allowed inside to pay? If it weren't 27 degrees I might try it.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
I thought of some signs more appropriate for the place and its clientele:
No Service If Your Parents Were First Cousins
No Service If You Haven't Washed Your Hair This Millennium
No Service If You Ask For a 'Sam-itch'
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
There are sensors on the front, and back, and sides.
When you get close to something, little trials of yellow lights start to appear. When you get too close, a red light appears and a buzzer starts. Each sensor has its own set of lights and a buzzer.
It's all a really good idea.
Except in an ice storm, since the ice covers the sensors.
Unfortunately, we're having an ice storm.
Rooty and I drove all the way through town with all of the sensor buzzers going off at the same time. People in Guam probably heard it!
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Monday, December 03, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
When Robert E. Lee, before the Civil War and when he was in the Corp of Engineers, built the levees and dikes that keep the Mississippi out of E. St. Louis and the St. Louis waterfront free of silt, the river carried three times the water it does now.
There is a creek near where my mother lives in Missouri. When Missouri was Spanish territory, before the Louisiana Purchase, the Spanish considered it to be a river, a rather important one that required them to build a fort at its mouth. When I was in grade school, it was waste deep. Today, you can wade across it in most spots and never get the top of your socks wet.
When I was a kid, we would visit my aunt and uncle in the country many times every summer to swim in the wonderful creek that flowed through their farm. There were several clear, deep swimming holes, with fish of considerable size who were less than thrilled to share their home. I saw one of my cousins recently and asked if he and his kids still swam in the creek. "Nope," he said, "it's been dry for years, the swimming holes have all filled in."
Where went all the water?
:P fuzzbox said...
Did it become Budweiser?
LOL LOL even Rooty laughed!!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Competitors chase large cheese wheels that are rolled down a hill."
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Of course, it's not just two bowls, since when they get served again they will have to be put into yet another bowl. For some things, this can be an almost endless process.
Monday, November 26, 2007
David Amulet said...
And here I thought Tums were made of ground-up quaaludes.
David -- I know not what of you speak, but don't the good ones come from Mexico???
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
2. The driver ahead of me in the drive-thru line at McDonald's at lunch time was putting her hair up in curlers, in the drive-thru line.
3. It was 75 yesterday, 74 today. Some time overnight the highway department sprayed the road into town with salt, lots of it.
Monday, November 19, 2007
As most of you know, I taught for many years. When you teach, your employer is your principal charity -- there are always fund drives going on plus incessant student bake sales and other annoying ways to pick your pocket.
A few years ago, it was discovered that the BIG CHARITY is St. Louis was spending 90 cents of each dollar it collected on overhead. Since the BIG CHARITY does not itself engage in any charitable activities that mean that only 10 cents of every dollar was being given to an actual charity. Since some of those charities, in turn, spend up to 50% of income on overhead, for your buck you got something between a nickel and a dime of actual good. (After the publicity, the BIG CHARITY changed it ways.)
More recently, one of the St. Louis TV stations reported that one of the Catholic Charities in St. Louis had raised $100 K on a trivia night. Very impressive -- until it was revealed that the head of the charity was paid $115 K per year. They were still down $15 K before they even covered his salary.
A few years ago I started to send small, very small, contributions to rural churches that I would see when driving around. Usually $50, and never more than $100. I stopped doing that when I finally realized that not one of the churches had acknowledged my gift or send a thank-you note.
So recently, all my giving has been going to various groups that support either active duty troops or disabled veterans. There are a lot of these so I have been giving a little to as many as I could (in effect, spreading the risk or increasing the chances that my few dollars would be used for some good purpose).
One such group offered a free t-shirt with each $30 contribution. I sent them $50. The receipt of the $50 was acknowledged through PayPal but the t-shirt never arrived. It has been about a month since they got my cash, so I sent an inquiry last night. Today I received an email that said "Clearly its got lost on the way." This, I assume, is the charitable equivalent of "My dog ate my homework!"
The Phoenix said...
You should still get your t-shirt, though.
Foen -- what would I do with it, not exactly a charity that I would want to promote. The quote in the post was a copy and paste, odd grammar and all. The guy also wanted me to resend my address -- which suggests that they are not even keeping records of what money comes in!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
The first was the crabby next door neighbor who caused grief for a cute young couple building a house (with help from a TV show).
The second was a witness in a criminal case involving several of his relatives, so he was interviewed on one of those cable crime shows.
The third, I found out today, was on a reality TV show, one so obscure that I never heard of it, nor could I find its web page.
The third was a real wheeler-dealer when I knew him, and apparently still is. When last I heard of him he had left his employer and started a business in direct competition. What I read today was that he had left his most recent employer and, surprise surprise, started a business in direct competition. Surprise, Surprise!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Grant's Farm, operated by Anheuser-Busch, is in St. Louis County. It's "ancestral home" of the Busch family. The important part ==> there are baby Clydesdales. Jim
Fuz questioned by claim to inventing the radio:
:P fuzzbox has left a new comment on your post "How I reinvented radio.":
Sure you weren't smoking anything?
Fuz, I didn't receive your package last week, be sure to include a Whataburger!!! Jim
Here's what Moni said about my question about babies dreaming, Moni major sweet:
moni has left a new comment on your post "do babies dream?":
I think they dream about food, mommy and kisses.
Nothing I can add to that! Jim
Foen commented on waiting for service people:
The Phoenix has left a new comment on your post "Do a little, crappy, charge a lot.":
It's not as bad as furniture or appliance delivery people. "We'll be there between 7AM and 7PM."
I will tell all about that day. Here's a hint -- he started at 9:30 AM and finally left at 10:45 PM. Jim
"Way past due" drew three comments:
sleepyrn has left a new comment on your post "way past due":
I was stopped last week on the way home from work. It was around 9pm and I was exceeding the posted limit by about 14 mph. Add to that I was in my husband's car and had NO earthly idea where he had his registration, insurance... The officer comes to the widow all ready to tell me the errors of my ways. He shines his light in and sees me in scrubs and my work ID badge and his whole attitude changed - instantly. He asked for my license, reg, ins... I told him I couldn't find the second two. When he came back with my license I was still rooting around.... He said not to worry about it - "no big deal", and just told me to slow down. SInce when is not having a registration card and proof of insurance "no big deal?" He said he wasn't worried so much about me but I was "encouraging the other drivers to speed also." We talked about my work for a few minutes and he sent me on my way.
Officers will not give tickets to nurses in uniform. I swear - it's true. I've had one officer tell me that they know that their life may be in our hands one day and they want them to be friendly hands.
The moral of the story is that everyone should drive around in scrubs and have a hospital ID.
sleepy, I only wear scrubs around the house haha
Metal Mark has left a new comment on your post "way past due":
I got a ticket once for turning on a red light. I was exhausted and not paying attention. That's the only ticket I have ever gotten.
Everyone who wants to turn MM into the cops raise your hand.
Amy in StL has left a new comment on your post "way past due":
My car attracts way too much attention for me to speed more than 9 MPH over the legal limit. Guys always ask me how I avoid getting in more trouble and I always tell them, "I pay for my own insurance." I leave out the part about being a cheapass.
Amy, what the hell do you drive, an Enzo Ferrari????? If so, I will marry you.
About ASCII self art, Stan wrote:
stan has left a new comment on your post "ASCII self art":
I can't quite make out the face. Is that Matt Damon or a young Frank Sinatra?
Stan, it's Matt Damon, from the Google News page, making it 60x50 distorted it some.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
I was breaking the sound barrier, at night, on I-55, in a 65 zone. I had been exceeding the speed of light in Missouri, on I-44, in hills north of Pacific, just a short time before so I had actually slowed down some.
The cop was polite, professional, and somewhat confused by Rooty (who loves all cops and thought one had come up to the car to play). Beside avoiding any Opie references, I restrained by self and mentioned neither 'what was he doing out after curfew' nor Ovaltine.
I have always found that if you're friendly, cooperate, and use your turn signals you'll usually just get a warning, and so I did.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Over the years, this has proved to be excellent advice, saving an Everest of port sausage links from being turned into charcoal brickettes and enabling countless baseball games from going unrecorded.
And then there was TIVO.
There is no way to explain TIVO to a parent -- they either get it or they don't. My mom don't!
Just when you think you've gotten her pointed in the right direction and back to live TV, she'll press the TIVO button at the top pf the remote, probably because it's big and shiny. Once into the TIVO menu, she might as well be lost inside a Medieval maze.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
On the other hand, the satellite TV guy was supposed to be here between 8:30 and 9:30. He did call, to say he had the wrong equipment -- insert your own 8th grade joke here -- and would be 45 minutes late.
Meanwhile, the new lawn sprinkler people were supposed to be here at 8:00 but, of course, have not been seen. I had the sprinkler system put in this summer because of the the drought and because of the lake full of free water just sitting out there. The sprinkler system has never worked properly -- every time I turned it on, it spring a leak leak or two. The last leak rivals Old Faithful. It case the Yellowstone caldera blows, at least we'll have a back up geyser. The sprinkler people, had they arrived, were not going to fix the leak. At this point, there seems little point in that. They are just going to "winterize" the system and then in the spring tear the whole damn thing out and start from scratch. I certain they'll show up eventually, after they down a few extra Sausage McGriddles.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
My parent had such a piece of furniture, as did the parents and grandparents of every kid that I grew up with, but the glory of network radio was well past before I came along. To me, the big, elaborately carved, inlaid-encrusted thing was simply something else to play with. It played records, but big clumsy things that contained music that no one under 90 would want to listen to. Besides what was then just "radio" and now called "AM," the big thing also received shortwave and "ship-to-shore." The latter was a bunch of beeping that I now know was Morse Code.
I was a TV kid, and have always looked upon those photos of people staring at a radio with great amusement and, as some of you know, nothing amuses me more than Edgar Bergman becoming a multi-millionaire back when that meant something by doing ventriloquism on the radio. The whole thing has always seemed to me to be nothing short of sheer idiocy.
Enter books on tape, actually books on CD, now actually books downloaded to my ipod.
I spend a lot of time in the car, hate commercial radio, and dislike the tight rotation of satellite radio (meaning they play the same playlist over, and over, and over on any given channel).
So I bought a book on CD from Amazon. A mystery. Great for driving, it makes the time just fly by on the Interstate. Bad for in-city driving since I find myself sitting in the driveway just to hear "just a little more."
Books on CD are a nuisance, however, since a single book often arrives spread across 17 discs. Arg!
Then I discovered that they can be downloaded directly to the pc, and even more directly into the ipod. Wow! The dealer was able to install an ipod adopter in the car, an option that I had ironically declined when I ordered that car.
Meanwhile, a truck knocked down the cable wire that crosses the street and enters my house. It's happened before. What has also happened before has been my being annoyed with the cable company. Charter! For many of you, that's all I have to provide in way of explanation. I promised myself that the next time they annoyed me would be their last. I had already switch the Internet connection to ATT when the Charter tech people annoyed me for the 100th time. I called about the down wire and, cutting out the unpleasant part, the satellite TV system is being installed on Tuesday.
So I sat in the family room last night, Rooty sleeping in a chair with his four feet straight up in the air, me with my ipon headphones in place, and I listened to a mystery that I had downloaded. As I sat there listening, I realized that I was staring at the TV set, just like those long dead people in the pictures had been staring at their 3 1/2 feet tall radios.
It may have just been the trance from staring so long at a single object, but the characters in the detective novel came alive, really alive, and their world and the objects in their world became real. I was amongst them as they talked, and moved about, shaved and showered, and merged lies and truths and possibilities. This morning I actually had trouble realizing that I had only heard a description of one piece of evidence and not see it (although I can still see it vividly, in detail, in my memory). Network radio must have been grand, sorry I missed it, but glad that I reinvented it again.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
The song is played at the top of the eighth inning during all St. Louis Cardinals home games and during the third period at St. Louis Blues home games. Saint Louis University plays it, and the students sing the lyrics, during half-time of home basketball games. [Note: It's St. Louis and St. Louis Blues, but Saint Louis University.]
The first ad was in 1976. Below is that spot, and the the song being used during the 2007 Cardinals opening day festivities at Busch Stadium.
Welcome home Timmy.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Monday, November 05, 2007
Cowboys in the west were called "Pikes" because, when asked from whence they came, many replied "Pike County." There are Pike Counties in Alabama, Arkansas, Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky, Mississippi, Missouri, Ohio, and Pennsylvania -- which appear to have collectively contributed more than their fair share of native sons to the cowboy calling.
The Great Plains Indians called a double tornado "a dead man walking" (see photo at top).
And, yes, I do watch way too much TV.
Friday, November 02, 2007
The best way to stop fanaticism is to make it costly for the fanatic. The Salem witch trials -- 150 people were arrested and imprisoned, 29 convicted, 19 (fourteen women, five men) hanged, 5 accused people died while in prison and one man was crushed with large stones because he refused to enter a plea -- finally stopped when one of the accused filed a counter suit for libel and slander. Whoops, suddenly calling your neighbor a minion of the devil could cost you a few chickens and your cow.
My last boss once said among a group that my eccentricities were thoughtfully developed and carefully rehearsed. What he was saying of course was that I was a fake wacko, with the 'fake" part being what I objected to. Although I could use the eggs and milk, I didn't sue.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
You have to really ask yourself "Self, what was the point of the handicap ramp?" Crippled midgets perhaps, in tiny little wheelchairs?.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Tom is our friend from the Ilse of Man who's lip-sync of the disc hit "I will Survive" is a YouTube favorite and the subject of a previous post on this site.
Here Tom does not lip-sync, although reading his lips near the end of the video might be interesting.
Being cool is sometimes just plain painful.
A previous post – on October 26 below – listed the most frequent Google Searches that produced visitors to It’s Jim. High on the list were searches for videos by some college guys, who had a new video camera to play with and clearly time on their hands. I thought the videos were very, very funny and did not one but two posts about them. I actually exchanged emails with one of the fellows to make sure the first post was okay, something I do whenever I mention someone and I can find their email address.
All of the videos that those guys produced in their college dorm – lip-syncing, choreographed, and shirtless – have been removed from both YouTube and Google Video. At YouTube, there is a note that the videos have been removed at the request of a third party who holds the copyright. Since the video camera belonged to the guy wearing the puka shells necklace, a star athlete in college, I assume he would be the copyright holder and the person who requested that the clips be removed
These were classic, silly, early YouTube videos – the kind of goofy stuff that made online videos so popular in the first place -- and they generated a lot of press coverage and online chatter. I can understand that the guys are now older, with careers, probably married, most likely with children. I can also understand that you might not want your kid to see daddy dancing shirtless online and lip-syncing an early-80’s hit by British pop singer Bonnie Tyler. So I have been very careful in this post not to include any term that might bring folks searching for those famous videos to this site, and I have removed or altered all previous posts to obliterate any mention of them
But, I do have this observation to make: once again we see the difference between being a good athlete and a good sport.
Monday, October 29, 2007
You've given me a new outlook on life. Now, when twenty of my coworkers are fired, and replaced by twenty replacement workers the next day, I can think of the first group as disappearing due to a Soap Opera ending!
-----------Willow, from what I know of your coworkers, a 'bus trip' would definitely improve the gene pool
Sunday, October 28, 2007
A woman rang the doorbell.
"How do I get through to the yard sale?"
"We're not having a yard sale."
"Does your yard go through to the next street?"
"How do I get through to the yard sale?"
"We're not having a yard sale."
"Could you open the gate for me?"
I closed the door.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
YowTrip -- a social network for travelers who are traveling alone to meet up with other travelers and locals in the same area at the same time. Except for the Jeffrey Dahmer aspect of it, this looks like a great idea
LinkDoozer -- allows you to access and manage your bookmarks and favorites remotely, and make you and them part of yet another social network. Also a good idea, especially for people with few actual friends and fewer chances of making any [sorry, editorial comment based on my being rejected in so many virtual spaces].
Propertize -- an online property management suite. As you get older and start inheriting houses this might be just what you need.
"SmartLinks offer site owners the ability to link to a widget that when clicked displays related items (i.e. books, music, people, etc)." Phoenix would like this, he could add links to books about spooks -- it also answers the question what they do at a widget summit.
Rememble -- "makes it easy to tell a story in a memory timeline and share it with your friends in a number of ways." Sounds good, but from the examples it just looks like you have to takes pictures of all your crap and add it to yet another social network. Stan, this puppy may be for you.
Xpenser -- makes remembering business expenses easier. [INSERT your own hooker joke about here.]
MyDaySpace.com -- enables users to create a web page dedicated to their own special day in history. Stan, there's probably a limit on how many day-pages you can create.
Friday, October 26, 2007
About noon, the alarm company called and said that not only one but two doors had been opened at home (in Illinois).
So I went back home. If any doors had been opened, whoever did so clearly looked inside and said "what a mess" and left. There were no doors or windows unlocked and nothing missing. I reset the alarm and headed back to Missouri to retrieve Rooty who was still there visiting with his doggy friend Ozzie.
Back in Missouri, I exited at the Pacific exit to get gas and switch to Old US 66 since super-freeway I-44 was creeping along in the rain that had started to fall. After filling the car, I decided to unfill me. It was my first visit to a public restroom since Larry Craig had skipped the light fandango and turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor in the Minneapolis airport. I decided to bypass the urinals and opted for a stall. Standing there, I consciously made sure that my feet were not visible from the adjacent stalls, and that if I dropped something I would just leave it where it fell and buy a replacement whatever.
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
nickname creator<== by far #1
dorm videos that have been removed from YouTube*
Kosovo videos<==fun in a war zone
Steve Coombs<==actor, but he removed 'licensed driver' from vita
Fat Biker Chick<===how scary is that?
And, thanks to The Riverfront Times for the mention in the STLOG on the RFT website.
*The videos have been removed from YouTube and Google Videos because of a "copyright claim by a third party".
:P fuzzbox said...
Fat Biker Chick is one of my favorite posts that you have done.
---------------fuz, it needed some of your artwork
Thursday, October 25, 2007
:P fuzzbox said...
Think they learned anything?
--------------fuz, yes, but probably from visiting other sites like howtoblowoutbirthdaycandles.com, howtouseatoothpick.com, and (my personal favorite) howtotellwhichisyourleftshoe.com.
Is there one that tells you when the horn is honking, too?-----------Stan, that might make some since for deaf drivers. The spooky thing is the wipers turning themselves on when rain hits the windshield. Spooky.
Monday, October 22, 2007
This is near downtown St. Louis. I-44 is in the background.
If those folks leave their shades up you could see what they are watching on TV.
Source: Gateway Guide cams.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I had two 12-pak cases of root beer in a lower kitchen cabinet. Today I noticed a few black spots on the carpeting. I opened the cabinet -- MOLD, and lots of it.
Eight of the 24 cans had popped open. Not exploded, their tab-tops were just open a tad.
I had to wash the cabinet.
I had to wash the soda cans.
A box of crackers and a box of dog biscuits were lost to the MOLD.
The photos above are of the saved (on countertop) and the damned (in the sink).
Eric Affholter, 41, a lawyer and public defender in St. Louis put love ahead of the law.
He got a year of probation and a $2,000 fine. He had faced up to six months in prison. But, alas, his true love done got deported.
Affholter's crime? He arranged a sham marriage so that his gay Peruvian lover could remain in the United States.
Ain't love just swell!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous arm-music,
I long to sip from your appleful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged pea of greenness -- skimming vast continents of legs and dogs.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our peachs.
Brilliant as plateing houses, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated cows and tender pianohearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our banging love chimes from our toes.
I press the pillow that you wear around your neck against my leg-muffin so that our apples melt into one.
You will always be my little Fat Head-cakes face, the lion of my own plateing eye of love.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
At check-out lane, I'm watching the little credit-card screen while the clerk is scanning my items.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Me: "It's not reading the scans, nothing shows on the screen."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Her: "The total will appear when I finish."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Me: [Glancing over at the nothing.] "Nothing is showing up on the register."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Her: [Annoyed.] It will when I finish."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
After the last beep, she looked at her register and realized that nothing she had scanned had been recorded by the register, much less totaled.
She pressed a few keys.
Her: "I'll have to scan everything again, there was something wrong with the computer."
And, Chevy Chase would turn to Jane Curtin and say "Jane, you ignorant sl*t."
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Some for the 2007 Winners:
PEACE: The Air Force Wright Laboratory, Dayton, Ohio, USA, for instigating research & development on a chemical weapon -- the so-called "gay bomb" -- that will make enemy soldiers become sexually irresistible to each other. [In case you missed the news stories, this is not made up.]
MEDICINE: Brian Witcombe of Gloucester, UK, and Dan Meyer of Antioch, Tennessee, USA, for their penetrating medical report "Sword Swallowing and Its Side Effects."
PHYSICS: L. Mahadevan of Harvard University, USA, and Enrique Cerda Villablanca of Universidad de Santiago de Chile, for studying how sheets become wrinkled.
LINGUISTICS: Juan Manuel Toro, Josep B. Trobalon and Núria Sebastián-Gallés, of Universitat de Barcelona, for showing that rats sometimes cannot tell the difference between a person speaking Japanese backwards and a person speaking Dutch backwards.
LITERATURE: Glenda Browne of Blaxland, Blue Mountains, Australia, for her study of the word "the" -- and of the many ways it causes problems for anyone who tries to put things into alphabetical order.
and my personal favorite:
AVIATION: Patricia V. Agostino, Santiago A. Plano and Diego A. Golombek of Universidad Nacional de Quilmes, Argentina, for their discovery that Viagra aids jetlag recovery in hamsters. [ REFERENCE: "Sildenafil Accelerates Reentrainment of Circadian Rhythms After Advancing Light Schedules," Patricia V. Agostino, Santiago A. Plano and Diego A. Golombek, Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, vol. 104, no. 23, June 5 2007, pp. 9834-9.]
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
There were still hitching posts along main street when I was in high school.
My grandparents (mother's side) had a phone on the wall, one of those big wooden things that you turned a crank on to get the operator.
My grandparents (father's side) did not have a phone. They did at one time but the lines fell down and the company went out of business. Still today, on their farm, you have to go up a hill to a field where the electric meter is on a pole. You put the reading on a postcard and mail it to the power co-op.
My grandmother (father's side) always rode in the backseat even when just my grandfather was in the car. It was a throw-back to the days when women rode only in the backseats of buggies.
Our family doctor's phone number was 3. City hall was 1. I don't remember who was 2. The phone company was Ozark Central.
The factories and the city sounded noon whistles, I never knew why.
On Good Friday, no one talked between noon and 3:00 PM.
Obituaries were read on the local radio station three times a day ("Chapel of Memories").
Parking at a meter cost 1-cent. The fine was 10-cents.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
I said his name and he turned over to look at me, but he didn't quite wake up, and didn't quite open his eyes. He's taking holiday weekend very literally!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
One of the goofier -- and deadly -- concepts in highway engineering was the three-lane highway. Not the three-lane roadways that most of us are used to, with the center lane for left-turns , but highways built with a middle lane for passing in both directions. You're correct, the very idea is mind-numbing. Long stretches of old US 66 west of St. Louis used to be three-lanes. This was not perfectly straight roadway but rather a concrete ribbon that curved, climbed, and descended with every fluctuation in the hilly terrain. There was also a long three-lane stretch south of Austin on old US 81.
Fortunately, the Interstate system removed most of the traffic from these three-lane highways and most were abondoned or repaved as two-lane roads.
You would think that would be the end of it, but you'd be wrong! Never underestimate the Missouri Highway department when it comes to goofy.
The image at the top of the post is not old, it's what MODOT plans to do to 18 miles of Missouri Highway 5 between Camdenton and Lebanon in central Missouri. And, this is my favorite part, rather than call it a three-lane road, MODOT calls this a Shared Four Lane highway. Now that's spin!
Thursday, August 23, 2007
:P fuzzbox said...
Good thing it doesn't look like hand lotion.
Fuz, I have no idea of what you speak, and I didn't in junior high school either. Jim
NOTE: Fuz posted the following on an earlier post:
:P fuzzbox said...
Speaking of McDonalds, I read that in Montana they are outsourcing the drive in window to somewhere in Texas. I guess that is better than India.
Fuz, didn't someone have a post about McDonald's outsourcing the order-taking to women's prisons, it might have been me. Jim
[Note: A city ordinance would probably be unconstitutional. School dress codes are usually upheld. A federal court recently ruled that a student could be suspended for wearing a cap with a Confederate flag. Conservatives and the ACLU, oddly enough, both supported the rights of the student.]
This photo could have been taken at my job. I see this every day. I've seen the baggy pants thing with NO underwear, which is really really horrifying to confront while you're trying to have lunch. There are supposed to be rules, but they are never enforced. I also see the female version of this, mega boobage on display.
For those of you not familiar with Willow's career choices, she used to work in hell but has since got a better job in purgatory! :) Jim
:P fuzzbox said...
Oddly enough, law enforcement officials are 100% in favor of the wearing of baggies. As apprehension of fleeing urban youth after a short foot chase has gone up exponentially.
Fuz clearly has had more experience fleeing from the fuzz that most of us!!!!!! Jim
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Meet with attorneys today about suing the Lake Board over the denial of the gazebo permit. I was very impressed. We have to give the Lake Board 14 days to reconsider, however. On the bright side, that should be about how long before the temperature gets above freezing again!
I will keep you posted.
Send your contributions to the defense fund to the Free Jim's Gazebo Fund, Box 666, Nassau, The Bahamas.
A, thanks for asking, the Board filed a motion with the Court to dismiss our Complaint (lawsuit), just today the Court ruled against their motion to dismiss. We now enter Discovery -- the gathering of documents and other information. The trial will probably not be until Spring because each side usually has 30 days to respond to everything that happens. Jim
Useless facts. You bet! I finally bought a new car and most of the technology seems to be either useless, redundant, or unfathomable. Does anyone really need to know 24/7 what spot on the earth is exactly beneath their butt?
If you only buy a new car every ten years, the technology is bound to change, but give me a break. The new car not only talks to me, I can talk back to it -- then it either does something or asks another question. Rooty is very confused. He has no idea who's taking to us or whom I'm talking to. Just to mess with his mind, every now and then I switch it to Spanish.
So that's pretty much what I have been doing all week, reading the five main manuals that came with the car -- then I had to get a new cell phone that is Bluetooth enabled so the phone and the car can chat with each other -- then I had to wade through the mind-numbing labyrinth of Sirius radio menus ("cartas" in Spanish).
So, for a change of pace, today I cut the grass: pull cord, walk behind mower.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Did you really expect this guy to remain fully clothed?
This today from soccertimes.com: "In the end, the 46,000 plus went home happy. They got to see Becks' debut, they got to see him take off his shirt not once, but twice (and then again when he swapped jerseys with United captain Ben Olsen), and they saw United get an important three points. Now the test will be whether United can get those fans -- the average attendance is around 17,000 -- to pay for a return visit when Beckham is not in the house."
Pix here's a pix from the game just for you:
The Phoenix said...
Technology is only as good as the people charged with using it. My favorite is the one on 270, just before the Chain of Rocks or Canal Bridge that reads "Congestion Ahead."
Gee, ya think??
Road signs are put up for people who already know where they are going. Jim
Kind'a says it all, doesn't it!
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Audience: "HOW HOT WAS IT?"Carson: "It was so hot, musicians were snorting ice cubes."
Just for clarification, you meant Johnny Carson, not Carson Daly, right?
Stan, Johnny Carson was a comedian, Carson Daly is a tool. -- Jim
That one actually made the ribs hurt. :D
Tim, ribs sound good for dinner, thanks for the idea. --Jim
Saturday, August 04, 2007
The larger sticker above is available from the Left Lane Drivers of America ("It’s time to get that Left Lane back! "). You attach it to your windshield -- the photo below shows what the driver in front of you would see. If you travel I-270, don't bother. As we all know, 270 drivers (1) never look in their rear view mirrors, (2) even if they did, it would be a big assumption to think they can read, and (3) even assuming they can read you know the sign would just make them more obstinate and determined to annoy as many people as possible.
:P fuzzbox said...
There is a special corner of hell reserved for people that drive too slow in the fast lane. I would think that if a sensible punishment plan for such a criminal offense then it could be stopped. Perhaps flogging would be sufficient.
Fuzz, flogging would be good,or perhaps having to watch Porky's III for all eternity.===========================
Amy, I had the same reaction to those annoying "Baby on Board" signs -- every time I saw one I wanted to go impregnate someone. --Jim
The Phoenix said...
Move over into oncoming traffic???
Maybe the decal's designer is dyslexic.
Foen --Do you image that people all over the country are reading those signs and obediently are driving into the guardrails. -- Jim
Friday, August 03, 2007
Rooty asleep in the front seat, stopped at a stop sign.
Metal Mark said...
Glad Rooty is doing well.
MM, he hates the heat but otherwise he's doing great! -- Jim====================
I think you should do an entire series of photos of Rooty asleep here and there. He is too stinkin funny!
Carn, he even funnier awake, I'll post some videos soon. --Jim
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
[I know, but I heard it on TV and it made me laugh.]
Haaa Haaa I will have to remember that one!
Pix, the only other one that I remember is BRAIN BUCKET. a general slang term for a motorcycle helmet. -- Jim
Monday, July 30, 2007
In other words, mice who like to ride mass transit.
:P fuzzbox said...
Disney Mice that can hear voices in their head would be really confused. They wouldn't know if they were Mickey or Goofy.
Fuzz, I hear voices in my head, but mostly it's Hugh Downs, go figure. -- Jim=====================