Astronomy December 21, 2009 Rise: Set: Actual Time 7:14 AM EST 4:16 PM EST Civil Twilight 6:42 AM EST 4:48 PM EST Nautical Twilight 6:06 AM EST 5:24 PM EST Astronomical Twilight 5:31 AM EST 5:58 PM EST Moon 10:12 AM EST 9:22 PM EST Length Of Visible Light: 10h 06m Length of Day: 9h 01m
"Due to increased global warming, polar bears are increasingly scared and sad. The only solution is to give them hugs. Thus, as citizens of the earth, we need to go out and hug polar bears now. So just go up to them and start hugging. They may bear their teeth, swing their paws, and roar, but that’s just polar bear for “I’m scared and need a hug!” If you are too intimidated to hug an adult polar bear, at least hug a baby polar bear then. Just make sure the mother polar bear is watching because it likes to chaperone that sort of thing."
That's smart thinking, right there.
Reminds me of the old joke with the punchline, "and the scat has bells in it & smells like pepper"...
This is just one pic of many of the nicest, purtiest, pieces of hardware I’ve seen, since… forever.
A friend of mine is selling it, & this is not an advert for him, as I am a buyer for it until it gets too spendy for my moth-ridden wallet. Those that know me as a cheap-assed varmint (& they are correct) would be stunned at the level to which I have bid this item.
An 1873 first generation Colt SAA, built in 1884, impeccably refinished many years later. With carved ivory grips.
I held this puppy in my hand & something clicked, & I’m not sure what it was; probably my brain snapping back to a day when this gun was new, & I was its owner.
Dream on Alice.
If you’ve got the cake to drop on something like this, you would not be disappointed, & I will envy you to my last breath.
As is with the big bloggers who don’t post too often, folks check daily to see when the Next Big Post will happen.
I’m sure the multitudes that follow my blog are equally fervent.
Well, here it is- cat blogging.
Just move along… nothing to see here.
So I walk intoPaul’s gun shop a couple weeks ago, & Chris (Paul’s son) says, “You wanna cat”?
Caught completely off guard, as I was thinking gunny thoughts, not feline, I says, “I’ll check with the wife”.
Now checking with the wife (mine anyway), about cat appropriation is like talking to Eskimos about a little extra warmth- it’s pretty much “yeah baby”.
Seems this critter had been hanging out near the store for a while, & Chris had taken her home in a fit of conscience to avoid having to shovel frozen cats from the storefront.
Good lad, he.
Annnyway, she’s now in the fam damily, & she’s acclimating well.
We’re calling her “CC”, which initially stood for Cougar Cat, as she has a mountain lion-like tail, but “Mountain Lion” was too much of a mouthful. I think “CC” now means Crazy Cat, as this youngster is completely out of her mind.
Too much time out in the cold, I’m guessing.
I'm throwing in a pic of her in a calmer moment- you cat folks will understand…