I have never been a proponent of school uniforms. I believe they strip youth of their individuality.
Times are not the same as when I was in school. The violence in schools today calls for measures that are more drastic. I am terrified by the thought of some kid carrying a firearm into my nephews' school. After watching the video below, I must change my opinion completely.
Leave a comment and let me know what do you think?
Monday, March 31, 2008
School Dress Codes
Friday, March 28, 2008
Mean Kitty (Pixel's first post)
hi iz pixel da cat
xcuz my typng itz hard 2 typ witowt thums
i wuz surfin the net 2day and i fond thiz qt video
he shur iz qt
da kitty iznt bad ether
i bet hiz toes are tasty
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Hey kid's I've got good news and bad news...
Good news is we've got the Cartoon Network. Bad news is I shot your Mom.
Stupidity is not a crime but manslaughter is.
http://www.wcsh6.com/news/watercooler/article.aspx?storyid=83472
I only got eyes for you
I received the following missive in an email today. The sender is a coworker and friend. She is very sweet and I know she truly means every bit of it.
The message is as follows:
TATER PEOPLE
Some people never seem motivated to participate, but are just content to watch while others do the work.
They are called "Spec Taters.”
Some people never do anything to help, but are gifted at finding fault with the way others do the work.
They are called "Comment Taters.”
Some people are very bossy and like to tell others what to do, but don't want to soil their own hands.
They are called "Dick Taters.”
Some people are always looking to cause problems by asking others to agree with them. It is too hot or too cold, too sour or too sweet.
They are called "Agie Taters.”
There are those who say they will help, but somehow just never get around to actually doing the promised help.
They are called "Hezzie Taters.”
Some people can put up a front and pretend to be someone they are not.
They are called "Emma Taters.”
Then there are those who love others and do what they say they will. They are always prepared to stop whatever they are doing and lend a helping hand. They bring real sunshine into the lives of others.
They are called "Sweet Taters.”
If you know any "Sweet Taters" send this to them!!
Sometimes my twisted sense of humor gets the best of me.
TATER PEOPLE
Some people never seem motivated to participate, but are just content to watch while others do the work.
They are called "Spec Taters.”
Some people never do anything to help, but are gifted at finding fault with the way others do the work.
They are called "Comment Taters.”
Some people are very bossy and like to tell others what to do, but don't want to soil their own hands.
They are called "Dick Taters.”
Some people are always looking to cause problems by asking others to agree with them. It is too hot or too cold, too sour or too sweet.
They are called "Agie Taters.”
There are those who say they will help, but somehow just never get around to actually doing the promised help.
They are called "Hezzie Taters.”
Some people can put up a front and pretend to be someone they are not.
They are called "Emma Taters.”
Then there are those who love others and do what they say they will. They are always prepared to stop whatever they are doing and lend a helping hand. They bring real sunshine into the lives of others.
They are called "Sweet Taters.”
If you know any "Sweet Taters" send this to them!!
Sometimes my twisted sense of humor gets the best of me.
I try to fight it. Ok, no I don’t.
Well, I had to create a few of my own.
There are those who like to remove the arms and legs from other taters and they are called Ampu Taters.
If Karen Carpenter had been a spud she’d be a regurgi tater.
Taters who like to go on and on and won’t shut up are called Annie Taters.
Few people know that Judas was actually vegetable. Yes, it is true, he was an apos tater.
These taters are the most fertile of all the taters. They are known as the Ges Taters.
Possessing great patients and a gift for helping others who have fallen off the wagon, these are most certainly rehabili taters.
Taters exposed to radiation and become weird freaky monsters are unmistakably the infamous mut taters.
Taters who take what could have been a sweet message and twist it into something sick and wrong are irri taters.
Last but not least.
Taters who are a severe pain in the ass, like the author of this blog, are obviously pros taters.
Now, I know some of you are as sick and twisted, if not more, than I. Hit the comment button and give me a few more.
There are those who like to remove the arms and legs from other taters and they are called Ampu Taters.
If Karen Carpenter had been a spud she’d be a regurgi tater.
Taters who like to go on and on and won’t shut up are called Annie Taters.
Few people know that Judas was actually vegetable. Yes, it is true, he was an apos tater.
These taters are the most fertile of all the taters. They are known as the Ges Taters.
Possessing great patients and a gift for helping others who have fallen off the wagon, these are most certainly rehabili taters.
Taters exposed to radiation and become weird freaky monsters are unmistakably the infamous mut taters.
Taters who take what could have been a sweet message and twist it into something sick and wrong are irri taters.
Last but not least.
Taters who are a severe pain in the ass, like the author of this blog, are obviously pros taters.
Now, I know some of you are as sick and twisted, if not more, than I. Hit the comment button and give me a few more.
My sister had these to add.
If you work for EMS you are a resucitater unless you overtook your meds then you are an incompasitater and your patient just became a vegitater.
Which isn't so bad considering the assasinater was a premeditater decapitater and your head is still a rotater.
Which isn't so bad considering the assasinater was a premeditater decapitater and your head is still a rotater.
Someone who drives around the city looking for his exit is called an interstater. Once he crosses into the next state he becomes a multistater. Of course after three states he is a tristater and obviously re-entering the state in which it all began makes him...a re-stater!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Never Back Down (Movie Review)
If you liked Karate Kid you will like Never Back Down. This somewhat predictable flick is a tale of a young man who moves to a new city and new school after getting into some trouble. He is having a hard time adapting to his new life. The situation is worsened by a video on the internet showing the event that forced his move.
Our hot headed hero, Jake (Sean Faris), collides with the schools smack-talkin bully(Cam Gigandet) Ryan. Despite his all of his boxing prowess, he is no match for Ryan’s mixed martial arts fighting style. After a serious pounding, Jake decides to beat (literally) this jerk at his own game. Max (Evan Peters), another Ryan's victims, leads Jake to a gym where the two train to have their revenge. You can expect many edge-of-your-seat graphic fight scenes and a montage or two.
The sappy drama seems to bog down the plot. The history with his father, mom doesn’t like fighting and setting an example for his brother all get in the way. Why can’t a guy get the crap beat out of him and then want revenge? Please don’t teach me a lesson. If I wanted a moral, I would see Aesop’s Fables on Ice. Then there is the token girlfriend, Baja (Amber Heard), over whom there is much drama and tension. We cannot have a movie without that, now can we.
I was pleased to see an openly gay character in the film that was not loud and effeminate. The nameless character openly flirts with Jake without being chided for his overt remarks.
Even if you do not like sports films, which I don’t, you will fall in love with Jake and cheer him through till the end. I cannot suggest that you race to the theater to see this one, but catch it on DVD if you can.
Absolutely Incredible Kid Day
Today marks Camp Fire USA’s 12 annual Absolutely Incredible Kid Day. This is a special day on which adults are encouraged to write a letter to an Absolutely Incredible Kid. We all know kids who do incredible things. This is an excellent opportunity to give him/her words encouragement and tell them how you feel. A quick note or email is all it takes to make a difference in a kid’s life. You can learn more here. http://www.campfireusa.org/a_i_kid_day/
Monday, March 17, 2008
Doomsday – Don’t Bother
I think the producers of this movie named it appropriately. I say this because I caught myself wishing for Armageddon while I watched it. In fact, I think I actually said aloud, “Jesus Christ will this movie ever end!”
Doomsday is the worst movie I’ve seen in a theater since The Blair Witch Project. The trailers looked good and I was looking forward to a new edition to the post apocalyptic, Mad Max genre of sci-fi movies. I thought this title might put on a new spin like the Resident Evil and 28 Days films did for zombie flicks.
It starts out well enough. A deadly, incurable, virus spreads quickly through Scotland. The UK builds a wall, traps everyone inside, and leaves everyone to die. Now, I’m not one those “That would never happen,” kind of movie goers but my BS detector tingled a little here. How the hell did they build a 100 foot wall around Scotland that fast without anyone wondering what they were doing. Aside from that, it’s all going ok. Then, the rest of the world turns its back on the UK because of what they’ve done to the Scotts.
Fast-forward 20 years. Turns out the virus, was bio-weapon (gasp), and has now been released in London by mistake. The Brits have been monitoring the “dead zone” from space and have detected survivors. Some crazy doctor stayed behind because he thought he had a cure. He must have. Now they assemble a crack team to go in, find him, bring back the cure, and save all of London. Grab your hand basket because this is where it all goes to hell.
What ensues now is a series of scenes that not only goes beyond any stretch of the imagination but is downright insulting to the intelligence. In one scene, we are told there are no utilities or amenities of any kind while in the next there is some Mohawked moron screaming into an amplified microphone. Oh it gets worse. They are running from the bad guys. The scene is gripping. Up ahead is a rusty steam locomotive. They jump in at the last possible moment, it starts up and is off like your father’s Oldsmobile. I guess in the year 2035 water turns to steam instantly. Please.
The characters are so shallow that I didn’t even care when one of them put a gun in his mouth and turned his grey matter into a pattern that would have made Jackson Pollock proud. I like gore. I admit it. I like when a movie makes my stomach squirm. Doomsday has so much gore you come to expect it and that isn’t fun at all.
The end will leave you scratching your head and wondering if you can recoup your lost $10 by sneaking into another movie. If you want to see a great action flick at the theater see The Bank Job or save 8 dollars and rent Mad Max.
Doomsday is the worst movie I’ve seen in a theater since The Blair Witch Project. The trailers looked good and I was looking forward to a new edition to the post apocalyptic, Mad Max genre of sci-fi movies. I thought this title might put on a new spin like the Resident Evil and 28 Days films did for zombie flicks.
It starts out well enough. A deadly, incurable, virus spreads quickly through Scotland. The UK builds a wall, traps everyone inside, and leaves everyone to die. Now, I’m not one those “That would never happen,” kind of movie goers but my BS detector tingled a little here. How the hell did they build a 100 foot wall around Scotland that fast without anyone wondering what they were doing. Aside from that, it’s all going ok. Then, the rest of the world turns its back on the UK because of what they’ve done to the Scotts.
Fast-forward 20 years. Turns out the virus, was bio-weapon (gasp), and has now been released in London by mistake. The Brits have been monitoring the “dead zone” from space and have detected survivors. Some crazy doctor stayed behind because he thought he had a cure. He must have. Now they assemble a crack team to go in, find him, bring back the cure, and save all of London. Grab your hand basket because this is where it all goes to hell.
What ensues now is a series of scenes that not only goes beyond any stretch of the imagination but is downright insulting to the intelligence. In one scene, we are told there are no utilities or amenities of any kind while in the next there is some Mohawked moron screaming into an amplified microphone. Oh it gets worse. They are running from the bad guys. The scene is gripping. Up ahead is a rusty steam locomotive. They jump in at the last possible moment, it starts up and is off like your father’s Oldsmobile. I guess in the year 2035 water turns to steam instantly. Please.
The characters are so shallow that I didn’t even care when one of them put a gun in his mouth and turned his grey matter into a pattern that would have made Jackson Pollock proud. I like gore. I admit it. I like when a movie makes my stomach squirm. Doomsday has so much gore you come to expect it and that isn’t fun at all.
The end will leave you scratching your head and wondering if you can recoup your lost $10 by sneaking into another movie. If you want to see a great action flick at the theater see The Bank Job or save 8 dollars and rent Mad Max.
How to get an airplane row to yourself
I don’t know anyone who enjoys commercial flying. The entire experience is sadistic from the time you park until you get your bags at your destination. The most excruciating part is being crammed into close quarters with strange people and whatever pathogenic cargo they may be carrying on their person. Yuck! If you are a larger than average person, like me, you can add back pain and muscle cramps to the ordeal. You can bet jamming all 250 pounds and 6 foot 3 inches of me in one of those seats designed for an anorexic midget is a lot of fun.
Well, my friends, I have the sure-fired method to insure an entire row to yourself. Next time you fly, find an open row and take the middle seat. Immediately acquire all the barf bags in the row. Lay two conspicuously on your lap while holding the other one open next to your face. Now, bug out your eyes and slowly rock back to front.
I guarantee you, if there are two empty seats on the flight, they will be yours.
Well, my friends, I have the sure-fired method to insure an entire row to yourself. Next time you fly, find an open row and take the middle seat. Immediately acquire all the barf bags in the row. Lay two conspicuously on your lap while holding the other one open next to your face. Now, bug out your eyes and slowly rock back to front.
I guarantee you, if there are two empty seats on the flight, they will be yours.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Was she sittin' and thinkin' or...
The isolation in Western Kansas must really get to those people. I'm glad I got the hell out of Dodge (literally) when I was 18. Click the link below to read the news article.
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,337664,00.html
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
The Wedgie Dance
This happens to us all from time to time, at least those of us who wear underwear.I mean seriously, who cannot relate to this dilemma? I love when a creative advertising group takes a taboo topic and puts out in the open for all to see.
Enjoy.
The link is no longer available. Go to www.youtube.com and search for wedgie dance.
10,000 BC, A Mammoth Tale
Unless you’ve been living under pile of mammoth dung, you’ve probably seen trailers for 10,000 BC. Often when a movie is hyped to the point of complete market saturation, the studio has spent major dollars on a flop and is trying to fill as many seats as they can on opening day. I am pleased to report that is NOT the case with 10,000 BC. I must admit I had my doubts when I saw it last night.
The plot takes you on a wild journey across hundreds of miles during a time before the pyramids. If you’re one of those type that says, “that could never happen,” out loud at a movie, stay home (or at least don’t sit by me)! However, if you can let go of reality, you will have a lot of fun with this flick. This is a nice action adventure story with all of the common elements of an epic tale: Man vs. Nature, Man vs. Man, Man vs. Himself, an obligatory romance and, of course, giant man-eating emus.
I am a bit of a snot when it comes to special FX and I have a low tolerance for cheesy FX. I found 10k BC to be visually and audibly spectacular. The CGI is well rendered and all but one character is completely believable. The sound effects are completely immersive and not once did I find myself distracted by the score. That is not to say the music is memorable. I couldn’t hum a single bar if I had to.
I’d give it 3.5 out of 5. If you’re an FX nut like me, definitely see it at the theater. If you’re looking for an art film with a boat load of Oscar nods keep looking. 10k BC is sure to have you engaged until the surprising end.
The plot takes you on a wild journey across hundreds of miles during a time before the pyramids. If you’re one of those type that says, “that could never happen,” out loud at a movie, stay home (or at least don’t sit by me)! However, if you can let go of reality, you will have a lot of fun with this flick. This is a nice action adventure story with all of the common elements of an epic tale: Man vs. Nature, Man vs. Man, Man vs. Himself, an obligatory romance and, of course, giant man-eating emus.
I am a bit of a snot when it comes to special FX and I have a low tolerance for cheesy FX. I found 10k BC to be visually and audibly spectacular. The CGI is well rendered and all but one character is completely believable. The sound effects are completely immersive and not once did I find myself distracted by the score. That is not to say the music is memorable. I couldn’t hum a single bar if I had to.
I’d give it 3.5 out of 5. If you’re an FX nut like me, definitely see it at the theater. If you’re looking for an art film with a boat load of Oscar nods keep looking. 10k BC is sure to have you engaged until the surprising end.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Bad Dust
My sister sent me this story. It reminded me of some of the silly things I believed when I was a kid.Picked up son from Sunday School today and he hands me a crumpled up piece of brown construction paper.
I used to think the song went, "I can see clearly now, I can see all popcicles in my way"
Me: “what’s this”
DS: “That’s the bad dust.”
Me: “ Bad Dust? ”
DS: “ We learned all about Jesus and the Bad Dust.”
Me: “I don’t know that one, tell me what it’s about.”
DS: “Well, Jesus was walking along in the wilderness and he got all dirty. He
met this man who put him under the water and babatized him and washed all
the bad dust away. That’s why they called him John the Bad Dust.”
Can’t make this stuff up.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Downtown Kansas City Sunset
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I snapped these shots a couple of weeks ago of a stunning downtown sunset.
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A Love That Knows No Boundries
I received an email today with the attached image and video clip. While watching I was moved to tears (I cry at Hallmark ads) but being skeptical of emails, I decided to learn more. What I discovered was very touching.
A couple of chaps named Anthony Bourke and John Rendall purchased a lion cub in 1969 from the Harrods department store in London. It was not understood at the time that wild animals do not make good pets.
For a year, Bourke and Rendall took Christian the lion to social functions, local restaurants, and for rides in the back of their Bentley. Christian enjoyed playing football and romping in the park with his two human companions. The three would become best friends. Eventually, though, the chaps would have to make a difficult decision.
As Christian matured in age, his size increased exponentially. He went from a 35lb cub to a rather daunting 135lb young lion. (Who wants to clean that cat box?) Bourke and Rendall quickly realized that the streets of London were no place to raise a lion.
After hearing about wildlife conservationist George Adamson and his wife Joy, who raised a lion cub called Elsa in Kenya then rehabilitated it into the wild; they decided to contact Adamson for help. Bourke and Rendall released Christian into the wild in 1979 on the Kora Reserve in Kenya where he slowly became accustomed to his natural habitat.
Many years later Bourke and Rendall returned to Kenya to take part in the filming of a documentary, The Lion at Words End, featuring Christian. The documentary was released in 1971 along with a book, A Lion Called Christian, authored by Anthony Bourke and John Rendall. The movie clip below is from that film.
Experts warned the two men that Christian was now a wild animal and would not remember them. Watch the video below and tell me if you believe the “experts.”
A couple of chaps named Anthony Bourke and John Rendall purchased a lion cub in 1969 from the Harrods department store in London. It was not understood at the time that wild animals do not make good pets.
For a year, Bourke and Rendall took Christian the lion to social functions, local restaurants, and for rides in the back of their Bentley. Christian enjoyed playing football and romping in the park with his two human companions. The three would become best friends. Eventually, though, the chaps would have to make a difficult decision.
As Christian matured in age, his size increased exponentially. He went from a 35lb cub to a rather daunting 135lb young lion. (Who wants to clean that cat box?) Bourke and Rendall quickly realized that the streets of London were no place to raise a lion.
After hearing about wildlife conservationist George Adamson and his wife Joy, who raised a lion cub called Elsa in Kenya then rehabilitated it into the wild; they decided to contact Adamson for help. Bourke and Rendall released Christian into the wild in 1979 on the Kora Reserve in Kenya where he slowly became accustomed to his natural habitat.
Many years later Bourke and Rendall returned to Kenya to take part in the filming of a documentary, The Lion at Words End, featuring Christian. The documentary was released in 1971 along with a book, A Lion Called Christian, authored by Anthony Bourke and John Rendall. The movie clip below is from that film.
Experts warned the two men that Christian was now a wild animal and would not remember them. Watch the video below and tell me if you believe the “experts.”
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
I want my own blog
entries for mine first, then we'd talk. What do you think?
I want my own blog
Damn you Miche!
One of my best friends recently started blogging at http://www.afinemist.blogspot.com/. I’d considered a blog, but it wasn’t until reading his that I decided it would be good for me too. When I read this article today, the decision was final. Discovery News : Discovery Channel.
I have also noticed my writing skills have diminished over the years and I think blogging will be a good way to keep my skills sharp. Well, at least, it may keep them from getting duller.
In this blog I will write about things I find interesting or are on my mind at the time. That could be anything from artistic topics like movies, music and food to geeky stuff about Photoshop or the latest gadget I bought or think I have to have.
One last thing, I have a corny since of humor. You have been warned.
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