Monthly Archives: February 2012

The Eagle Has Nested (Rated G)

First time on this site: a Family Friendly Post! Don’t get used to it.

Here are some fairly grainy pictures of eagles taken this weekend in the Mississippi River bottoms, southern Illinois. These are roughly 6 miles from my house, as the eagle flies. Eagles are really becoming abundant here and I’ve seen them with more frequency in the past couple of years than ever before.

Anyway, you can see at least three nests along this particular 5-mile levy road. Only one appeared to be inhabited. What I assume to be the female eagle (since she spends more time on the nest than does the male) was in the nest, while her mate was perched a few trees away. Unfortunately I didn’t capture the nest/female in relation to the male. I’ll know better next time.

Eagle momma on the nest. Sweet.

Eagle daddy. Probably his bad side. (Or, I need a better zoom lens.)

I am aware of no eagle relations between this eagle and the nesting pair. Just thought you should know.


Blue…

Well that last post was a doozy, eh? It’s a bar song, alright? Kinda random, I know.

Here’s something: a little iPhone art. I’ve entered my blue period. In a very un-Picasso-blue-period kinda way.


Misery and Gin

I like a lot of music. Worlds greatest country song? Maybe Merle Haggard’s Misery and Gin. Check it…

Memories and drinks don’t mix too well.
Jukebox records don’t play those wedding bells.
Lookin’ at the world through the bottom of a glass,
All I see is a man who’s fading fast.

Blah, blah, blah,

But here I am again, mixin’ misery and gin.
Sittin’ with all my friends and talkin’ to myself.
I look like I’m havin’ a good time but any fool can tell,
That this Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya’ feel like hell.

That's Merle there on the tee vee.

Lastly, and in accordance with my badass e-self image (that certainly wouldn’t want to be mis-identified as a modern country music-lover), I would quote the immortal words of Hank Williams (the Third, that is), to wit:

Cause the kind of country I hear nowdays
is a bunch of fuckin’ shit to me
And they say that I’m ill-mannered
that I’m gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I’m thinkin’
you’ll know that pop country really sucks

My simplified treatise on country music. That’s all, y’all.


Here Be Dragons

I’ve got nothin’…but this.

#iseedragons


Zzzzp!

This is my brain on Saturdays.

I have become comfortably numb.


Romancing the B & N

A little something I found in my draft folder, written prior to Christmas. Applicable to Valentine’s Day. How convenient, cause I’m pretty much void of any comprehensible thought, wit, or wisdom today. Here we go:

Instructions for shopping at a bookstore when you don’t read to begin with (and I’m assuming you are trying to be cool and buy your bookish friends/family something for the holidays [uh, Valentine's Day that is]; a noble cause but just get a damn gift card):

1. Just get a damn gift card.

2. Get the fuck out of my way. This is a bookstore, dammit, not Wal Mart.

3. Look! Over there, it’s the magazines. At the end of the Romance aisle. You belong there. And there.

4. Uh, seriously, no one likes “coffee table” books. No one.

5. Coffee. Is that coffee? Go over there and sit. Don’t talk. Just sit. Maybe read a magazine. Or a Romance.

6. Now, exit the store. Go to Wal Mart. Go on, you deserve it. (But please don’t buy the shitty chocolates there for your reader friend/spouse/lover. You should have a least bought Godiva at the B&N. God, what a loser you are.)

I wanna sleep here.

Don’t hate me. It’s just that I’m too nice in real life. I have to get the sarcasm out somehow. And why am I capitalizing Romance?


Anti-Valentite

So Valentine’s Day is just a week away. Valentine’s Day is interesting, very interesting. Let’s see, it was created to honor certain Christian martyrs, and according to Wikipedia, there were several early Christian martyrs named Valentine.  Yes, I know, Wikipedia: the end all of knowledge. But whatever, I’m sure there’s some truth in this.

So tell me, how many of our holidays are NOT based on Christian martyrs? Thanks to Chaucer, the Valentinian martyrs (of which there appear to have been more than one) eventually became associated with romantic love (somehow, I’m not really prepared to go into that type of detail).

Anyway, as we all know, Valentine’s Day is just another commercialized non-holiday holiday featuring a bunch of red hearts and shitty chocolates. The Wal-Marts of the world love it. Another chance to sell cheap crap for, well, cheap. I noted an entry in our old friend Wikipedia referring to Antivalentinism, which is just fucking awesome, particularly in this post-Seinfeld world.

Happy Antivalentinesday folks!

Old school Valentine (a.k.a., the way it should be).


Super Pizza Sunday

Who wants an all-blue Super Bowl? Not me. I don’t even want to watch the damn thing. I do, however, look forward to the food. I’m making St. Louis-style pizza (Think Imo’s for those of you who don’t know what St. Louis-style is, although if you don’t know what St. Louis-style is then you probably don’t know what the hell Imo’s is. Uh, never mind).

Our Superbowl halftime entertainment: who needs Madonna. (Click the link; I’m not ready to invest in the $60 WordPress video player yet.)

It’s not a sports thing. I’m jaded on many levels. In fact I will post about it at some point. In the meantime, go blue.


Pennies from Ellen

I wasn’t even going to post today. Didn’t have anything to say, really. But then I read about this group, One Million Moms (OMM), that has started a campaign against JC Penney because they recently hired Ellen DeGeneres as spokeswoman. Ok, so I was initially revolted by this. I went to their website, then I was not only revolted but insulted. What I learned was that it’s not just Pennies (it’s Pennies around here, people) that this group is targeting, but also Macys (two grooms on a wedding cake ad); Jenny Craig (a sensually clad Mariah Carey ad); Ben and Jerrys (you guessed it: the SCHWEDDY BALLS ice cream flavor); Rite Aid, Walgreens, and CVS (oh yes, adult toys [gasp!]); and I could go on and on. Actually that was fun. I might visit them again. Then shop at all those stores completely out of spite and fill out customer courtesy cards at each letting them know OMM referred me.

But I digress, OMM wants you to place a call to Pennies in order to:

Ask JC Penny to replace Ellen Degeneres as their new spokesperson immediately and remain neutral in the culture war.

Really? Remain neutral in the culture war? This is soooo moronic! Do they mean the culture war that’s initiated and propogated by groups like OMM? What the hell is going on here?

Anyway, aside from the obvious, one of the main problems here is with OMM’s ill-conceived, poorly worded statement of campaign purpose, entitled JC Penny is Now Insulting Its Customers that reads, in part:

Funny that JC Penney thinks hiring an open homosexual spokesperson will help their business when most of its customers are traditional families.

And, that:

The small percentage of customers they are attempting to satisfy will not offset their loss in sales by offending the majority.

Now, oh, why do they think that many people really care that Ellen is gay? Because this so-called majority, of which I am included, is supposed to be offended that Ellen does not represent a “traditional family”? Uh, get over yourselves, OMM. Go live your life. Don’t shop at Pennies, please. I don’t want to see you in there, ok?

Guess what? One MILLION Moms are currently searching for moms (and guess what else? singles are even welcome [!]) to make up their million. Try and find out just how many of them there are right now. I couldn’t. Who the hell knows, but I’ll be John Brown if there are more than a couple thousand, and some of them are probably men. After all, this is a ministry of the ultra-conservative American Family Association, an organization that is, among other things, a strong anti-gay hate group. Wonderful.

Hey, OMM bitches, go back to 1953, will ya?

You know, sometimes I really just don’t like people. But then again, I like more people than I think because in researching this I found this awesome blog post about the hypocrisy of OMM. No doubt there are hundreds, if not thousands more.


Open Up, It’s the Food Police!

Hey! Take a look at these eggs. Just look at them. Aren’t these the sexiest eggs ever? I ended up scrambling them. I know, right? They would have been perfect, and I mean perfect, over easy. But, hey, I’m on a diet and I would have really wanted (no, needed!) to sop them up with some bread or potatoes, which were already slated for lunch, so….(I did not photograph the debauchery).

Eggs from chickens. Chickens are living creatures, y'all.

Now, the purpose of this post is not just the beauty of these eggs, though it was inspired by it. No, I just wanted to suggest purchasing your eggs from local farmers rather than from commercial egg plants (that means your regular Wal-Mart eggs) where a hen may be confined, virtually immobile in a small battery cage for its entire natural life, unable to perform of any of its innate, natural acts (such as walking), or enjoy fresh air, sunlight, chicken camaraderie, etc. It’s really very obscene and inhumane. Fuck that. I’m not down with cruelty to animals. Are you?


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