A good landing is any that you can walk away from. A great landing is any that allows you to reuse the aircraft. -- Aviation Folklore
Thursday, November 13, 2003
The Definition of…
Skank:
1. A rhythmic dance performed to reggae or ska music, characterized by bending forward, raising the knees, and extending the hands.
2. Disgusting or vulgar matter; filth.
3. One who is digustingly foul or filthy and often considered sexually promiscuous. Used especially of a woman or girl.
Scott, you dumbass, was Laci sooo bad you had to get it on with this trash?
Oh, and by skank, I mean Amber Frey...not Gloria Allred. 
And put me in the camp that believes in monogamy ( relationships and marriage). Last time I checked, two people in a healthy relationship can have fun together and not involve a third party.
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I think I must have caught a cold while on vacation
I’m starting to get that over-all miserable feeling, plus a dry, hacking cough.
Our vacation started with that proverbial “single step”. In this case, that step was taken by me, loaded down with luggage strung from both arms, followed by the voice of my wife, reminding me not to forget the cell phone. I was more worried about the recharging cord for the phone, since the battery is usually only good for two days without a recharge.
We started off, in a good mood, right up until we started up the stretch of road that had been closed by the recent fires, and we couldn’t believe that as bad as it looked, we were only seeing a small fraction of the total devestation. But it passed, and we finished the trip with only one minor bobble - I ended up spending 7 cents a gallon more than I needed to for a gas fill-up in Baker (Home of the World’s Tallest Thermometer (TM)). I stopped at the Chevron (at $2.06), and it was only after I had pumped about 2/3 of my gas when I noticed the AM/PM right next door at only $1.99/gallon.
I would have saved a dollar. I’m just saying.
We made it the rest of the way without major incident (are there actually any police on that stretch of road from Victorville to Vegas?)
We hit the hotel (one of the ones on Fremont Street), only to find that our room wouldn’t be ready for a few hours, since people were still checking out from the weekend (it was Sunday, right around lunch time). We decided to take anything that was ready right now, and I wasn’t planning on hanging out in the room all day anyway.
I don’t gamble very often, since I know that there is no way to actually beat the House Edge, but I lost about $75 over the three days, alternating between Black-Jack (it’s awfully hard to count a six-deck shoe, by the way - it helps if you are the only one at the table) and Roulette.
My wife burned her way through about $500 in the same amount of time, but I used my money to buy myself a nifty little toy. It’s pretty slick, easy to use, and I have already got some local points marked.
No, you can’t have my latitude and longitude. My altitude is 1,557 feet, though.
We did a little shopping on Tuesday, and my wife found a really cool new Christmas tree star, plus a bunch of other stuff, and I got a book. And my toy, let’s not forget that… 
The bad note came Monday morning. My wife is an office manager for a company, and she didn’t trust her replacement’s grace under pressure, so she called the boss and told him that she wasn’t going to set the alarm, and reminded him that the last two times that he had tried to turn off the alarm, he actually ended up setting it off, with the police showing up and everything. We were careful not to set the alarm when we left on Friday.
You can guess what happened at 7:15 am on Monday morning…
We got a frantic call on my cell phone from her replacement, Bill, who was upset because the alarm had been going off for the last fifteen minutes, and he “didn’t know what to dooooooo!” I told him to call the owner, and reminded him that we were on vacation. His response, “He’s right here” didn’t exactly help, but I passed the phone to my still-in-bed wife. Still half-asleep, she worked it out in about five minutes. (Have I mentioned that my wife is Wonder Woman?) 
I just left the phone in the room after that…
But all in all, it wasn’t a bad vacation. Neither of us was at our best physically, but we’ll be taking a couple of days in San Diego in a few months.
Except that I think I caught a cold.
But I mentioned that.
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Why don’t I trust them?
What exactly is it about Iran that puts doubt into my mind that their nuclear program is for peaceful uses.
The first sentence is typical rhetoric:
Tehran warned on Thursday of ‘’unpredictable consequences’’
Ugh...good lord. By “unpredictable” do you mean the way the reactor may act when fired up or by “unpredictable” do you mean how you will act when the reactor is fired up?
Sorry for the broad-brush here, but until they stop the jihadist talk, quit celebrating martyrdom, and quit supporting the Bin Ladens and Arafats of the world, I simply can’t take the Arab or Muslim world seriously. I don’t see enough distance being put between the average Muslim and the radical Muslim.
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I’ve Been Suckered
Actually baseball fans here in Wisconsin have been bamboozled and it’s from the most unlikely of sources. The man who brought baseball back to Milwaukee in 1970, is also it’s archnemesis.
Allen “Bud” Selig may be enemy #1 to baseball across the country, but locally he’s been hands off somewhat. But now, in the past five years it seems, he’s fair game. And what’s happening now with the team he brought back to Milwaukee, is nothing sort of criminal in my mind.
Now criminality doesn’t include the past 21 years of always saying “Wait until next year!” Actually it includes getting the state legislature to pony almost $500million in tax dollars for Miller Park, which I had season tickets to up until this past season( Section 218, Row 1, seats 12 &13 for those who know). It includes alienating potential investors by basically making them passive and having no say. It also includes the promise of bringing winning baseball to Milwaukee, in exchange for that 5 county tax that was imposed on all purchases. My god, you had local conservatives jumping on the band-wagon for a tax increase ( 1/10th of 1 % btw). We were to follow the Cleveland Indian model of building a baseball franchise, but of course this team got that backwards. Now we’re following the Minnesota Twins/Oakland A’s model of building within.
Sure, the plan for the minor leaguers we have waiting in the wings was to bring them up probably no later than 2005. But what are supposed to do until then as fans? Sit around and twiddle our thumbs?
Makes me wish I had a few billion dollars lying around...go Mark Cuban on their asses.
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