Which one of these is more distressing:
-David Cameron praises C17 plane just moments before it breaks down
-Navy’s $670 Million Fighting Ship Is ‘Not Expected to Be Survivable,’ Pentagon Says
Meanwhile, whoever is responsible is pulling a Sifaka lemur on the British/American people and hightailing it to Piccadilly/Las Vegas on us. (Short version: someone screwed up and fled town.)
Take a big breath and look at this delightful, 1/8th eaten cookie. Can you identify it?
If your cookie monstering was correct, help yourself to some Girl Scout Mango Crèmes.
The Navy is an organization of hard-working folks who (sometimes) have been known to pull a prank or three. Remember that story my detailer told me about squirting a little WD-40 into his Chief’s coffee? Well, he messed another time with his Chief’s mug. And glued it to the table. When his Chief picked it up, he ripped off the handle. I’ll bet some EMI (Extra Military Instruction, ie: scrubbing toilets) was assigned over that.
Still, it may be funner than what Charles Ross, of Manatee County, likes to do. The teenager pulls up his pants, wedgie-style, and then confronts people over it. Perhaps it is funnier in execution. Apparently, he films it and puts it on YouTube. I will not supply the link.
You gotta hand it to Marine Jon Hammar, he hung tough. While incarcerated in a hellish Mexican jail, he read the bible and The Last Stand of Fox Company to keep his spirits up.
And he (quite forgivingly) went on Fox News and retold his story of the experience: I think I did all right, because I’m alive right now.
And he bears no bitterness to the country of Mexico over his incarceration. I think Mexico’s a great place. I really wish everywhere could get its act together. . .
Generally, heads without bodies do not fly on airplanes. Or do they? Eighteen of ‘em were just found in Chicago. Of the incident, Brian Bell, a spokesman with the U.S. Department of Homeland Security said: Everybody here is ‘Oh my gosh, you got a box of heads’ and everybody thinks that it’s unheard of. It is a potentially legitimate medical shipment. We’ve seen it at various ports in the nation. I wonder if they got cut-rate tickets. Say, ninety bucks a head? Hand Salute for the link: America’s Sergeant Major.
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
At the Naval Academy, a Sailor buys a ticket to fly home to San Jose. Except he gets on an airplane to San José, Costa Rica. He then (from what I heard second-hand) had to fly home from Costa Rica.
But his mental boner does not match Sabine Moreau, who drove from Hainault Erquelinnes, Belgium to Zagreb in Croatia. Her trip was supposed to be 93 miles, but she drove 900. The culprit, her GPS. Bad Tom Tom!
Cristina Kirchner, the President of Argentina, seems wildly determined to dance the international tango with UK over Islas Malvinas, better known as the Falklands Islands. (Do her failed policies need a war to wag?)
Particularly apt of the Falklands War is this time capsule of the period, the frigate HMS Plymouth:
Falklands War frigate HMS Plymouth
There is no better source (in my amateur eyes) of things Falkland than this link on the Naval War in the Falklands.
As for our girl Cristina’s political party, Front for Victory:
The FPV is part of what it calls an “intolerable” gap between rich and poor and questions the role of political parties allied to the regime in Argentina (2001 crisis). For that reason sustain “the vital need to deepen the process of social justice, leaving behind a past that most Argentine want to overcome, allowing the construction of a new space political and institutional management in Argentina.” constituting the axis for “a foundational process of politics and institutions.”
Ah social justice, roger! Still this chart lists Cristina Fernández de Kirchner’s wealth at nearly $100 million. I’m no accountant, but ‘dat is a lot o’ Churrasco.
Since “gun control” is all the rage in the news these days, Jessica Mindich may have hit on a winning business plan. Her Caliber Collection includes jewelry made from firearms, all taken off the rough-n-tumble streets of Newark, NJ, by the police department. I tend to lean towards this way of thinking about gun control (well, almost gun control) myself. . .
I am a little concerned that Lady Gaga is not packing enough heat. In this link, Gaga wears a gun bra. In my amateur evaluation, it looks like two-halves of the M-16 I shot when rifle qualing at the Navy range. (You will notice there are no butts to the rifles.) And in this picture, Gaga is sporting another gun bra. This time it looks like a Tommy Gun, two very small ones. Why not go for a pair of Barrett M82s? That would give Gaga the firepower she needs to match her personality. . .
When I was stationed at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, we used to go out fishing on the bay several times a month. The tarpon used to swim by our boat like hulking submarines. They truly are a sight to behold. And in this video, the giant fish grabs a man’s arm and refuses to let go. . .
Usually in fishing, the object is to hook the fish. With a hook, not the crook of your arm.
The Operational Test and Evaluation (OT&E) phase is a critical period in a military capability’s development. And the F-35 Joint Strike Fighter (known as the Lightning II) exhibited a vulnerability to, wait for it, lightning. . .
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches. –e.e. cummings
At only 99 clams, my next phone may very well be the Lumia 920. At 32GB, with the Carl Zeiss lens, I could easily pop for this baby. And when Wired Magazine asks: Is Nokia’s Lumia 920 the Perfect “Dad Phone?” I don’t even cringe. Dad phone, that sounds respectable. It is a lot better than some pink, Hello Kitty phone, no?
Tonight, the 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards took place. These kind of shows are painful. Most of the movies I’ve never seen, and the back-patting and oozing self-congratulation get unbearable.
But let’s look at the Golden Globe red carpet arrival through a different, highly superficial lens. Does it not look as if the photographer messed with these pictures? As in, these actors and actresses have gigantic heads and tiny bodies? Like Anne Hathaway. Please get yourself a samwich, now:
Anne Hathaway at the 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards
Or Dev Patel, what the heck happened to make your cranium look oversized:
Dev Patel at the 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards
Julie Bowen and Ty Burrell, you guys look like cartoon characters:
Julie Bowen and Ty Burrell, 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards
So do Jesse Tyler Ferguson and Sarah Hyland:
Jesse Tyler Ferguson, Sarah Hyland, 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards
Lena Dunham, after all the “your first time” tom-foolery you pulled at the election, I actually feel sorry for you. Now fire whoever convinced you to wear the dining-room drapes:
Lena Dunham at the 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards
Once again, the perspective on this picture looks off. Maybe Helen McCrory and Damian Lewis just need to eat normally. Like, why not grab dinner with Lena above?
Helen McCrory and Damian Lewis, Golden Globe Awards
I sold suits in college. It was good money, one of a half-dozen jobs I had. And rule number one, avoid a puckered lapel on a tuxedo. You would think George Clooney would know:
George Clooney and Stacy Keibler, Golden Globe Awards
A proper lapel as worn by Mark Wahlberg and Sean Combs:
Mark Wahlberg and Sean Combs at the 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards
There you have it, the 70th Annual Golden Globe Awards, not quite live from the Beverly Hilton. The last time I was there, I too, was in a tuxedo. One with tails even. Of course, it was my high school prom. I was 6’4, 170 pounds soaking wet then. And the tails made me taller and skinnier. Maybe I still I have not gotten over it, considering my comments here. Ah blogs, they are cathartic. Now where are my stone-washed jeans?
