Word of the Post
Today's word is: jobbernowl
/job"ber*nowl'/ noun
Stupid fellow, blockhead.
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Take for example, Michael Moore. He is a classic jobbernowl. How do I know this? Well... he challenged a presidential hopeful to a debate. He got refused in the best way possible: Fred Thompson recorded a little spot that ended up on video the world over.
First, we have the letter. If you can keep up with this, understand it, and even read it all, I give you a gold star (like Jared does). I don't want to post the whole thing, it is BORING, and, as we have already discussed, the man is a dullard. Go to his site, where he actually posted a letter. (I have to link there, because I didn't want that blathering to appear in print on MY blog.)
http://www.michaelmoore.com/words/message/index.php?id=208
Next, we have the video response. I admire Thompson for this. He, like Reagan, is an actor first, and a politician next. He has the training and practice to speak to the people, he is a good communicator. He can say more than two sentences without saying "Um.." every three seconds. The best part of this response is the underlying theme that M.M. is nothing more than a bother, a fly in the face, and not deserving a whole debate, but only the tiniest of responses. I like Fred's humor. {Edit: I had to change the video clip, because the copy I had went away...so I linked up to the original site. Go there and play the video clip. Hopefully this will work for a longer time. Sorry for any confusion.}
http://www.breitbart.tv/?p=611
Now, go to the library and check out "Michael Moore is a big fat stupid white man" by David T. Hardy and Jason Clarke. If you couldn't tell from the letter and the response, they were right.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Name That Meme!
I have already done a post today, so this one will not have the word. Well, OK, technically the last post was yesterday, as it is now post-midnight. But I haven't slept, so it is still Today to me. I feel that since I have been gone so long, without a computer at hand, that I need to make up a little time with all of you. Guilt! The great motivator.
I tried first with my given name, Michelle, and then it occurred to me that most of you know me as Chelf, so I did that too. C was harder than M. Just so you know.
DH came in and saw what I was doing, and said this was like Scattergories, only personal. Anyway, I stole this after seeing it on two other blogs I regularly visit. Here be me answers. Steal this from me too. Go ahead. Make My Meme.
RULES
• Use the the first letter of your name to answer each of the following.
• Answers must be REAL places, persons, things. . .NOTHING MADE UP!
• If you can't think of anything, skip it.
• Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same initial.
• DO NOT use your name for the boy/girl name question.
• DO NOT use a search engine to look up answers!
• GO!
1. Your Name: Michelle/Chelf
2. Famous singer/band: Madonna/Cindy Lauper
3. 4 letter word: Move, More/Can't, Cone (Ice cream!)
4. Street name: Montgomery (in ABQ, Liz!)/Churchill Way
5. Color: Mauve/Cerulean (shade of blue)
6. Gift/present: Movie/Candy
7. Vehicle: Mustang, Ford/Cabriolet, VW
8. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Mirror/Coins
9. Boy's Name: Mahlon/Caleb
10. Girl's Name: Michaiah/Charissa
11. Movie Title: Mask/Caddyshack
12. Drink: Mojito/Cognac
13. An Occupation: Mortician/Counselor
14. Flower: Marigold/Carnation
15. Celebrity: Marlon Brando/Camryn Mannheim
16. Magazine: Mademoiselle/Car and Driver
17. U.S. City: Medford, OK/Chattanooga, TN
18. Pro Sports Team: Miami Heat/Colorado Avalanche
19. Fruit: Mango/Coconut
20. Reason for Being Late to Work: Moron in Traffic/Can't find parking space
21. Something You Throw Away: Mold/Charred meat
22. Things You Shout: Mayhem! Madness! Mischief!/Cannibal! Call a Locksmith!
23. Cartoon Character: Maxine/Cathy
I tried first with my given name, Michelle, and then it occurred to me that most of you know me as Chelf, so I did that too. C was harder than M. Just so you know.
DH came in and saw what I was doing, and said this was like Scattergories, only personal. Anyway, I stole this after seeing it on two other blogs I regularly visit. Here be me answers. Steal this from me too. Go ahead. Make My Meme.
RULES
• Use the the first letter of your name to answer each of the following.
• Answers must be REAL places, persons, things. . .NOTHING MADE UP!
• If you can't think of anything, skip it.
• Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same initial.
• DO NOT use your name for the boy/girl name question.
• DO NOT use a search engine to look up answers!
• GO!
1. Your Name: Michelle/Chelf
2. Famous singer/band: Madonna/Cindy Lauper
3. 4 letter word: Move, More/Can't, Cone (Ice cream!)
4. Street name: Montgomery (in ABQ, Liz!)/Churchill Way
5. Color: Mauve/Cerulean (shade of blue)
6. Gift/present: Movie/Candy
7. Vehicle: Mustang, Ford/Cabriolet, VW
8. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Mirror/Coins
9. Boy's Name: Mahlon/Caleb
10. Girl's Name: Michaiah/Charissa
11. Movie Title: Mask/Caddyshack
12. Drink: Mojito/Cognac
13. An Occupation: Mortician/Counselor
14. Flower: Marigold/Carnation
15. Celebrity: Marlon Brando/Camryn Mannheim
16. Magazine: Mademoiselle/Car and Driver
17. U.S. City: Medford, OK/Chattanooga, TN
18. Pro Sports Team: Miami Heat/Colorado Avalanche
19. Fruit: Mango/Coconut
20. Reason for Being Late to Work: Moron in Traffic/Can't find parking space
21. Something You Throw Away: Mold/Charred meat
22. Things You Shout: Mayhem! Madness! Mischief!/Cannibal! Call a Locksmith!
23. Cartoon Character: Maxine/Cathy
Monday, May 21, 2007
Hearts And Dreamers Both Murmur
Word of the Post
Today's word is: fibrillation
/fi'bril*la"tion/ noun
An act or process of forming fibers or fibrils; a muscular twitching involving individual muscle fibers acting without coordination; very rapid irregular contractions of the muscle fibers of the heart resulting in a lack of synchronism between heartbeat and pulse, caused by the abnormal discharge of electrical nerve impulses. Ventricular fibrillation is life-threatening.
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I have had a busy week. Last Tuesday I left home to go be with some friends in St. Louis. I drove there from here... and that took me 9 1/2 hours. I stop a lot more often when I drive alone. I think it is because I have to stay awake, so I get out and move more often. I don't have anyone to keep me awake, to navigate for me, to help me merge onto the new highways in strange cities. I just go as long as my legs, back and bladder can stand, and I jam to loud music all the way. I stayed there until Saturday, and then drove home in two days, with a pit stop in Kansas to see family.
Let me show you the reason I went.
This is the little girl, my friend, Ani. She is Ferret's daughter. This is her back before the surgery that she had on Friday, May 11. The surgery was to straighten her back, and put supporting rods next to it, so that her back will grow straight, and her ribs will not crush her lungs and other organs, due to the curve of her spine. Being straightened gave her new height, we guess about three inches.
This is Ani, after the surgery, feeling good enough to drive, and learning early to drive while talking on the phone to her great-grandmother. This is after the actual conversation. I told Ferret that she was teaching the girl bad habits early. We all had a good laugh, and then took a picture with Ferret's phone (with Ani using my phone) to send to Daddy. Notice Ani in her new back brace. It now wraps around her completely, in two pieces, not just one, and she got to pick the design they put on the overlay. There was a boy there who had picked camouflage. Hers is lilac with butterflies all over it. Now she does not have to be embarrassed about her "ugly" old brace being on the outside of her clothes. She has a pretty, and original turtle shell that she designed.
Speaking of turtle shells, countless armadillos, skunks, and opossums littered the roads in both directions. I was about 20 miles away from my aunt's house, at around 11:00 pm on Saturday night, and I nearly hit a deer. The doe just decided that the grass must be greener on the other side of the road. That will make your heart work overtime for a while. Also, was talking on the phone to DH on Sunday afternoon around 4:30 pm, and had just folded the phone to end the call, and nearly hit a HUGE turtle who also decided the grass must be examined from the comfort of being in my way. Visions of Mario Bros. danced in my head, spinning turtle shells, and scoring points for jumping on them. He was as big as my hubcaps, maybe bigger!
The fact that we were in St. Louis was an excuse to get Ferret out of the hospital with a friend, while Grandpa stayed with Ani for a morning. Hooray for Sunlight! Poor Grandpa got a very late start to getting home to Wichita, but Ferret needed to get out for a while. We went to the Arch, and got a few amazing pictures, and then went back. We didn't go up in the arch until Saturday, when we had Ani and Daddy with us.
This is the apex of the arch, from the inside, and then from the outside. Cool, no?
If you click on the outside picture, you can see it closer, and tell that there are windows up there. The windows are not much bigger than a standard QWERTY keyboard. They can't be any bigger than that, or they would simply shatter from the air pressure at that height.
And then for the simple joy of tormenting my mother....
This is a park with a pond near the north base of the Arch. It is a quiet little spot. Mom told me that if we drove into downtown St. Louis, not to get out in strange neighborhoods, lock all the doors, and get out fast. I never went into the East St. Louis side of things. The Arch is as close to downtown as I got. But, if you look carefully... this is a shot of a man getting arrested, while his two buddies sit quietly by. They must have been read the Miranda rights already, and were just being good little (insert crime here: druggie, gunfighter, thief, wife-beater) citizens Joe. Reminds me of a comic named Ralphie May. "I live in a dangerous part of Los Angeles. It's called... Los Angeles." I went to the dangerous part of St. Louis, it's called.... St. Louis.
The train was fine, except for the strange lady with huge plastic bags all over three seats around her, and the conversation she seemed to be having with an empty chair. I turned around once to talk to Ferret, and the lady told ME to mind my business. Yeah, sure, whatever you say, creepy lady. We were happy to get away from her; we got off at Busch Stadium, and got a few pictures, and then waited for the train to take us back from whence we had come.
And, finally for today, you get a rare treat. I don't like having my picture taken, I would rather be behind the camera. So... I give you the rarest of sights. Me. This is me, standing in the middle of the Arch, that is the north end; photo on my digital camera by Ferret. She is a photographer by trade, her alter-ego is a Title Clerk at a car dealership because the photography doesn't pay enough, yet. But, if she can make me look small... she can perform other minor miracles with a camera, as well. Happy Trails!
Today's word is: fibrillation
/fi'bril*la"tion/ noun
An act or process of forming fibers or fibrils; a muscular twitching involving individual muscle fibers acting without coordination; very rapid irregular contractions of the muscle fibers of the heart resulting in a lack of synchronism between heartbeat and pulse, caused by the abnormal discharge of electrical nerve impulses. Ventricular fibrillation is life-threatening.
~~~~~~~~~~
I have had a busy week. Last Tuesday I left home to go be with some friends in St. Louis. I drove there from here... and that took me 9 1/2 hours. I stop a lot more often when I drive alone. I think it is because I have to stay awake, so I get out and move more often. I don't have anyone to keep me awake, to navigate for me, to help me merge onto the new highways in strange cities. I just go as long as my legs, back and bladder can stand, and I jam to loud music all the way. I stayed there until Saturday, and then drove home in two days, with a pit stop in Kansas to see family.
Let me show you the reason I went.
This is the little girl, my friend, Ani. She is Ferret's daughter. This is her back before the surgery that she had on Friday, May 11. The surgery was to straighten her back, and put supporting rods next to it, so that her back will grow straight, and her ribs will not crush her lungs and other organs, due to the curve of her spine. Being straightened gave her new height, we guess about three inches.
This is Ani, after the surgery, feeling good enough to drive, and learning early to drive while talking on the phone to her great-grandmother. This is after the actual conversation. I told Ferret that she was teaching the girl bad habits early. We all had a good laugh, and then took a picture with Ferret's phone (with Ani using my phone) to send to Daddy. Notice Ani in her new back brace. It now wraps around her completely, in two pieces, not just one, and she got to pick the design they put on the overlay. There was a boy there who had picked camouflage. Hers is lilac with butterflies all over it. Now she does not have to be embarrassed about her "ugly" old brace being on the outside of her clothes. She has a pretty, and original turtle shell that she designed.
Speaking of turtle shells, countless armadillos, skunks, and opossums littered the roads in both directions. I was about 20 miles away from my aunt's house, at around 11:00 pm on Saturday night, and I nearly hit a deer. The doe just decided that the grass must be greener on the other side of the road. That will make your heart work overtime for a while. Also, was talking on the phone to DH on Sunday afternoon around 4:30 pm, and had just folded the phone to end the call, and nearly hit a HUGE turtle who also decided the grass must be examined from the comfort of being in my way. Visions of Mario Bros. danced in my head, spinning turtle shells, and scoring points for jumping on them. He was as big as my hubcaps, maybe bigger!
The fact that we were in St. Louis was an excuse to get Ferret out of the hospital with a friend, while Grandpa stayed with Ani for a morning. Hooray for Sunlight! Poor Grandpa got a very late start to getting home to Wichita, but Ferret needed to get out for a while. We went to the Arch, and got a few amazing pictures, and then went back. We didn't go up in the arch until Saturday, when we had Ani and Daddy with us.
This is the apex of the arch, from the inside, and then from the outside. Cool, no?
If you click on the outside picture, you can see it closer, and tell that there are windows up there. The windows are not much bigger than a standard QWERTY keyboard. They can't be any bigger than that, or they would simply shatter from the air pressure at that height.
And then for the simple joy of tormenting my mother....
This is a park with a pond near the north base of the Arch. It is a quiet little spot. Mom told me that if we drove into downtown St. Louis, not to get out in strange neighborhoods, lock all the doors, and get out fast. I never went into the East St. Louis side of things. The Arch is as close to downtown as I got. But, if you look carefully... this is a shot of a man getting arrested, while his two buddies sit quietly by. They must have been read the Miranda rights already, and were just being good little (insert crime here: druggie, gunfighter, thief, wife-beater) citizens Joe. Reminds me of a comic named Ralphie May. "I live in a dangerous part of Los Angeles. It's called... Los Angeles." I went to the dangerous part of St. Louis, it's called.... St. Louis.
The train was fine, except for the strange lady with huge plastic bags all over three seats around her, and the conversation she seemed to be having with an empty chair. I turned around once to talk to Ferret, and the lady told ME to mind my business. Yeah, sure, whatever you say, creepy lady. We were happy to get away from her; we got off at Busch Stadium, and got a few pictures, and then waited for the train to take us back from whence we had come.
And, finally for today, you get a rare treat. I don't like having my picture taken, I would rather be behind the camera. So... I give you the rarest of sights. Me. This is me, standing in the middle of the Arch, that is the north end; photo on my digital camera by Ferret. She is a photographer by trade, her alter-ego is a Title Clerk at a car dealership because the photography doesn't pay enough, yet. But, if she can make me look small... she can perform other minor miracles with a camera, as well. Happy Trails!
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