Thursday, July 09, 2009

12:34:56 on 7/8/9

Here's the post I was going to make before I realized this happenened YESTERDAY.

I was sitting here and reading another blogpost on the convergence of date and time while on hold with noneofyourbusiness and I watched the clock tick over to 12:35. But for posterity, the kids were playing because they were banned from TV and computers for the day, and I was on hold.

Apparently, there was no cosmic significance, and our calendar and timekeeping is an arbitrarily contrived convention.

Where were you at 12:34:56 on 7/8/9?
Update: Dang, today's the 9th, not the 8th. Well now I feel silly.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

In the Age of the 707

In the Age of the 707....

Those were the good ole days. Pilots back
then were men that didn't want to be women or girly men.  Pilots all
knew who Jimmy Doolittle was. Pilots drank coffee, whiskey, smoked cigars
and didn't wear digital watches.

They carried their own suitcases
and brain bags like the real men that they were. Pilots didn't bend over
into the crash position multiple times each day in front of the passengers
at security so that some Gov't agent could probe for tweezers or fingernail
clippers or too much toothpaste.

Pilots did not go through the
terminal impersonating a caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers,
guitars, and feed bags full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no
hat and granny glasses hanging on a pink string around their pencil neck
while talking to their personal trainer on the cell phone!!!

an Airline Captain was as good as being the King in a Mel Brooks
movie.  All the Stewardesses20(aka. Flight Attendants) were young,
attractive, single women that were proud to be combatants in the sexual
revolution. They didn't have to turn sideways, grease up and suck it in to
get through the cockpit door.  They would blush and say thank you when
told that they looked good, instead of filing a sexual harassment claim.
Junior Stewardesses shared a room and talked about men.... with no thoughts
of substitution.

Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite, they
could speak AND understand English. They didn't speak gibberish or listen to
loud gangsta rap on their iPods. They bathed and didn't smell like a rotting
pile of garbage in a jogging suit and flip-flops. Children didn't travel
alone, commuting between trailer parks.  There were no Mongol hordes
asking for a seatbelt extension, or a Scotch and grapefruit juice cocktail
with a twist.

If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting
jerk off the airplane, it was done without any worries of a lawsuit or
getting fired.

Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom
and left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive burning soft
coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the throttles were pushed up they were
left there, after all it was the jet age and the idea was to go fast (run
like a lizard on a hardwood floor).  Economy cruise was something in
the performance book, but no one knew why or where it was.  When the
clacker went off no one got all tight and scared because Boeing built it out
of iron, nothing was going to fall off and that sound had the same effect on
real pilots then as Viagra does now for those new age guys.

was very little plastic and no composites on the airplanes or the
Stewardesses' pectoral regions. Airplanes and women had eye pleasing
symmetrical curves, not a bunch of ugly vortex generators, ventral fins,
winglets, flow diverters, tattoos, rings in their nose, tongues and

Airlines were run by men like C.R. Smith, Bob Six and Juan
who had built their companies virtually from scratch, knew many of
their employees by name and were lifetime airline employees themselves. . .
not pseudo financiers and bean counters who flit from one occupation to
another for a few bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title, while
fervently believing that they are a class of beings unto themselves.

And so it was back then....and never will be


"In hopes that Jack Nicklaus would soon be there!" - My neighbors' 8 year old son

Man, now that's a golf fan!

Jack Nicklaus is now on par with Santa.

Heh, "par".

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Theroblog forums are now easier to reach!

Just type into your web browser window.

The fine folks over at have fixed the bug that caused my CNAME redirect not to work correctly.

So, check it out here!

Backstage Movie Tour

We got to tour the projection area of the Cinemark theater today.

Its strange to see the film and analog sound in the digital age.

On that note, I am going on the record as somewhat in favor of a rear projection TV technology.

Why? I prefer a small amount of fuzzy so I can't see the digital artifacts on most sources I have.

Any comments on Blu Ray artifacts?

Do you notice it on a flat panel TV?

480p off standard DVD is the best I have out of my Xbox 360. That looks pretty good, but of course a 1080i source would be the highest I can use.

Monday, July 06, 2009

A new Deal: Location based bargain shopping

Say I'm at Target and something's on super sale or clearance. I post it and you see it. You happen to be next door at Home Depot and you swing by and pick up the hamburger that's 99 cents a pound.

Say someone's at another store and they are giving away free ice cream like Gander Mountain was the day before Hurricane Ike. Post it!

Then when you're out and about, you pull out your iPhone or compatible device and see what sort of deals are around you and how close by they are!

Cheap gas? Take a pic of the price and Post it with your location!

Food specials, clearance items, giveaways? Post it! It's pretty simple. Read the directions here and follow them.

(** Please read and follow the directions! **)

View my deals I've already posted here.
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