Gatling Gun

The Gatling gun has a rich history. Plenty if you are interested. Turning bad folks to red mist for years. GE brings good things to life.

God Bless Stephen Anthony DeSantis!!!

And God Bless America!!!







I love this country so much it chokes me up. I was driving through Waterbury today and saw the above.

Zero Sum

Find something, disrupt something.

Sun and flat water

Cove

This was interesting

I believe this was planted. It has ocurred before. Bethel's P.T. Barnum. And, though they were wrong, the English fellow's and the challenging Platypus.

The approach

Bees and Birds

These are not cropped at all, but there are going to be better photos to be found with the crop and zoom functions. It should be fun to play with, those humming freaks are fast. I believe they are involved in a malady called "Framer's..."

Umm

"Framer's" something, can't quite recall.

Pringles

"And people want them in our markets because they get bored of Syrian, Jordanian and Iranian items."--That's about what it would take for me to like Pringles.

via Drudge

Secret Tourism

I may have linked to this before. I ought to pick up the book. Might be interesting to swing through some of the spots on the way to more practical trip destinations. We fish Plum gut off of Plum Island.

And during summers I have always wanted to take the weekend tour of Brookhaven. One of those researchers has had some public donations save the day on an experiment he needs to pursue.

I believe they began the tours as a result of an accident, or accidents and a resulting p.r. necessity.

This is neat.

The first video game was invented there. It should be a mecca for the gaming community and praise be that it is not.

Update: I forgot to add the black hole Brookhaven is working on that would destroy us all.

Hmmmm... Video Games...

End of existence...

I'm cool with that.

In the book "Dark Sun" by Richard Rhodes there is an anecdote of physicists working out the possibilities and delivery methods of ever increasing magnitudes of weapons on a blackboard. That was a good book. So Teller and friends are chatting over some biggies. At the time bombers weren't necessarily able to carry the load of a hydrogen bomb so delivery was a big part of the initial conceptualization. By the time they had reached consideration of a weapon significant enough to destroy the planet they listed the delivery method as "backyard."

You wouldn't have to take that one anywhere, you could set it off at home.

Read the book a long time ago, it might be worth ferreting out that segment and typing it.

Earplugs

Could have used them those last couple of nights, these look outstanding. Quiet last night. Stupid enough to even help drywall tonight, the shower afterwards felt fantastic. Being stupid enough to help was priceless. Well, I was neighborly even if no one else will be, damnit. I had better sleep through a quiet coasttocoastam stint tonight, moving is in the near future and my grace is waning.

I have had the pleasure of chatting with Jack Sullivan lately. He is a local Irish tenor and he told me of singing in Italy during the war. He sang God Bless America, and he sang it in a USO show. He was an 18 year old wounded infantryman and Irving Berlin was there. The details and his enthusiasm I could not convey. I'll try a few details though. He told me of the stage fright involving a "Balloon Barrage." He didn't know what one was, but Jascha Heifetz did, and between push ups let him know. (It seems he did push ups to steady the nerves and played to one person, to focus, even as there were sixteen thousand for that performance alone.) As he conveyed it the condoms which were issued to all of the soldiers were inflated and waved or popped in disapproval of a performance. Jack did not receive a barrage, and did receive a hug from the diminutive Irving Berling, who insisted on using his given name of "Israel Baline." I expressed my astonishment that Jack had sang that song with that individual to watch, but when I kept saying Irving Berlin I was corrected with what Jack insisted was the same manner Israel had insisted. Jack continued singing, regionally and with success. He has other stories I enjoy listening to, and he loved a joke involving a dentist and tooth extraction, and one involving mud baths and terminal illness.

He apologized for reminiscing, but it has always been my treat to listen. I like to fish and exaggeration or distortion are stereotypical for the ilk. Whether or not Jack or the others I have listened to fall into that matters less than the pleasure of their company. God Bless America and the Great Generation which sired the worst...more on that anon...

Oh...Jack Sullivan is not to be confused with Jackie'O

Tamper protection

This article reminded me of a very good piece in American Scientist, which would be worth subscribing to as Bugmenot seems to have worked in the past but is just not cutting it now.