Monday, March 14, 2011
Me and Zeb rode God's land
down canyon, mesa, brush,
to mend the lame with healing hand,
to sing of cowboy lust.
Now, one dark night Zeb couldn't see,
stepped off a railroad bridge
but grasped the edge and dangled free,
one tough son of a bitch.
Zeb hung there by his fingertips
'til dirt he saw at morning light
was but an inch below his feet,
which pissed him off so much he hung there for rest of the day, just out of spite.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
DAYTON -- The Dayton Police Department is lowering its testing standards for recruits. It's a move required by the U.S. Department of Justice after it says not enough African-Americans passed the exam.
We keep the Special Olympics separate from the Olympics. Here, it's a sort of hostile takeover.
Friday, March 4, 2011
People are being asked to look out for aeroplane trails, or contrails, which may be contributing to climate change and which can only be recorded by the human eye.
Researchers are also urging schoolchildren to blow bubbles to measure wind speed. --- London Telegraph
"Well, I'm off, dear."
"Where to, love?"
"Doing some climate work."
"Blowing vapor trails and looking at bubbles."
"Smoking at the pub with a Guinness again, are we?"
"Oh, damn. Sorry. Got that backwards."
"Likely story. Then where's your camera?"
"For recording the vapor trails."
"Won't work. The Met says vapor trails can only be recorded by the human eye."
"Do I look stupid?"
"No, love, just British."