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TTT – Tiny Thumb Thursday – Rosy

Meet Rosy, the Rosy Maple Moth.

Dryocampa rubicunda

I want a Maple tree, so I can see one of those in my yard… Even though the caterpillar doesn’t look quite as interesting:

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Official Guerrilla Alliance of Planet X Records video release!

Architecture of a Perfect Weapon by Guerrilla Alliance

Take a look, if you like what you hear, cop the album on cdbaby or itunes!

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4x 300-foot (100-meter) in about one minute and four seconds – World Record!!

… if you are wearing 3-inch (7.5 centimeter) stilettos …

SYDNEY (AP) – Four Australian women have nabbed the world record for the fastest relay race in stiletto heels.

The quartet from the Australian capital of Canberra completed a 300-foot (100-meter) course near Sydney’s Opera House in about one minute and four seconds on Tuesday — while wearing 3-inch (7.5 centimeter) stilettos.

A record keeper from Guinness World Records confirmed the women had set the record and presented them with a certificate.

The women — known as the Pinkettes — say they plan to use their 10,000 Australian dollar ($9,600) prize for a trip to Thailand.

About 100 women — and one man — competed in the race, which helped raise money for the National Breast Cancer Foundation.

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TTT – Veiled Chameleon

Fun Facts
They are probably best known for their long, sticky tongues that they use to catch prey. The tongue can be more than 1.5 times the length of their body. They “shoot” their prey with a tongue that can be projected in the blink of an eye.

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Duct Tape Mailbox

There I Fixed It

Image taken on 2009-08-09 17:31:46 by Chris Devers.

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The Sudanese Intervention of 2011


Despite the fact that 44’s UN Lady is a smoking choking expert texpert on the Hitlerian scale genocide fields of Sudan and 44’s appearance at the UN’s Sudan hook up – events are cruising toward conflict betwixt the m’Hammedist North and Xian South

Le Stache’ Grande’ explains

‘…Ticking time bomb” is the entirely accurate way Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton recently described Sudan. There is every indication the country is nearing a breakup, almost certainly into its northern and southern halves, and perhaps additional fragments.

“…The central question is not if dissolution will occur, but whether it will proceed relatively peacefully or whether renewed military conflict inside Sudan is inevitable, possibly spilling into neighboring countries.

Oh snap!

Bordering 9 (!) different nation states in Africa – if Sudan gets totally off the hook – again – a fully crunk intervention would most likely not stop ’til the world’s very first sitting head of state indicted for war crimes and crimes against humanity either goes Milosevic’ or Ceausescu

Either way is fine

Pic – “It’s a problem sir, and it can’t be bent”from GrEaT sAtAn”s gIrLfRiEnD

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CoUrTnEy is ahead of Drudge

CoUrTnEy graces us with her smartassedness and insight and we are grateful for it. She runs an awesome blog after at GrEaT sAtAn”S gIrLfRiEnD and quite frankly you should be spending your time there instead of here. Also, unlike Obnoxio she’s not quitting! Anyway, CoUrTnEy posted about Stuxnet and I found it rather interesting, especially since the plant that Chaos works at had a virus spread through USB sticks as well.

The other thing that was interested is that yet again CoUrTnEy was ahead of a lot of the media. A few days after her post, it was reported that it did hit the Iran nuclear factory and was the lead Drudge story. I also heard Foxnews report about it yesterday. So, there you have it folks. CoUrTnEy kicks ass.

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Segway Boss Jimi Heselden Dies on Segway

In a bizarre twist, James Heselden, owner of the company that makes the two-wheeled Segway  personal transporter, died Sunday morning in a Segway-related mishap — just before the scheduled release of a study suggesting injuries related to the vehicles may be on the rise. According to a witness report, Heselden, 62, apparently fell off a 30-foot cliff into a river while riding a Segway  near his home in West Yorkshire, UK. Police found Heselden’s body and a Segway personal transporter in the river. He was prounced dead at the scene and foul play is not suspected, West Yorkshire Police told reporters.

Surprisingly, he only made #18 on the list of people who shouldn’t drive a Segway.

20 People who shouldn’t drive a Segway

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A Little Less than More

The Honda CRX was a little sports car made during most of the 1980s. It wasn’t overpowered, but it was light, economical, handled well, and got terrific gas mileage. I finally bought one a couple of years ago, and loved it despite the lack of air conditioning (removing the AC was common by hot rodders). Unfortunately, mine was wrecked by a friend in 2009, but he’s dead now, so I can’t stay angry at him.

The CRX was a shorter, lighter, two-seat (in the US) version of the Civic. It was either a sport subcompact or a real sports car, depending on the engine. Honda ended the series around 1990, though it was resurrected a few years later with a different body in the unfortunately named Del Sol. The CRX is a common holy grail of import tuners, since it is so light, can be found cheaply, and takes the widely available Civic engines.

I lament the lack of new CRXs sometimes. A lightweight CRX with the new 197-horsepower Civic Si engine would be a force to be reckoned with in the sub-$30k sports car market, and would be fast and fun enough that even those who could afford pricier options might still want one. When coworker Corey III brought up the subject Friday night, he suddenly had my undivided attention.

“Hey, have you seen the new CR-Z? There’s one that comes through Henderson Hall.”
“WHAT? NO!” I had to know more. Was it still affordable? Had it been kept lighweight? Was the 197-horsepower engine an option? I was cautiously VERY excited. Which is a hard balancing act.

As I learned more, I became more excited. The CRZ is BEAUTIFUL, especially the Maserati-ish front end. It starts under $20,000, and even the highest-trim version with Nav package is under $25k. Weight is creeping up, but still about 400 pounds less than my Si. But what about power? What ABOUT THE POWER?

Here’s where reality pimp-slapped me. The CRZ is a sports HYBRID based on the Insight hybrid. Lightened, widened, with 2 seats removed (US version) and with an extensive makeover, how “sporty” is it? Well, I haven’t had a chance to drive one yet, but the answer seems to be, not much.

The CRZ has many of the hallmarks of a real sports car. Occupants sit just above the ground, in a sub-2600-lb beautiful body with poor rear visibility. It SOUNDS like a great car…but.

The CRZ takes off fairly fast, due to the immediate low-speed power assist from the electic motor. This assist runs out after the first two, short, gears, leaving the little car sweating to struggle up to 60 mph in 10 seconds. Though handling is good, the seats lack side support, and there are no side grab handles.

Driven in sports mode, how effective a hybrid is the CRZ? Again, not very. One reviewer got an abysmal 23 mpg while doing his best to run the car like it had guts. Even the advertised 37 mpg when driven in granny mode is not exceptional: many of the old CRXs with smaller engines managed that, while being fun to drive.

A quick look at the CR-Z makes it easy to believe Honda has missed the mark on this one. The car is not a good sports car, nor is it a great hybrid. It does succeed in being really cute in an aggressive way. Of course it’s already selling well in Japan.

A second thought does bring some additional thoughts, though. This is the first affordable sports hybrid. No, it’s not a great sports car, and it’s a poor hybrid. But it’s a first. And may there be more, and better.

Now, Honda, I still want to see a dedicated sports version without the batteries. Without those, you can have a vehicle in the same price range, with the powerful Si engine, at the same or less weight. And it will get better gas mileage when driven aggressively! THAT would sell like hotcakes, guaranteed.

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The Call

This past Wednesday I went to lunch with two friends. One I used to work with at the Police Department and the other I met through the first. I have been severely depressed since I was laid off and all of the other aforementioned events. Try as I might, I could not hide this fact from anyone who really knows me. I went through the lunch date the best that I could, answering questions, smiling when appropriate and nodding when I was told that I would be called back to work.

These two ladies, being my friends were onto my act and called me shortly after this date to tell me to keep my head up. I “yea yea’d” them and went home. Once home, I had nothing important to do, so I decided to take a nap.

So there I was, napping to avoid my depression from being laid off when my big ol’ dog woke me up for no reason.

Naturally, I was pissed. Depression makes me pissed, being woken up makes me pissed, and someone (including a dog being in my face,) makes me pissed. I shooed him away (AKA shoved his 70 lb. ass off the bed only to have him jump back up, but leave me alone,) when my phone rang. It was 3:37pm.

I got up and got my phone off the TV stand/ dresser thing, looked at the number, didn’t recognize it and didn’t answer. I laid down and ignored the call, figuring that if it was important, there would be a voicemail. After a few minutes, there was no voicemail, so I drifted back to sleep.

After a few more minutes, there WAS a voicemail. Half conscious, I thought, this is a long ass voicemail and looked again at the number. The first six digits, (including area code,) made me think that perhaps this call came from my previous employer, the one who laid me off and I had a feeling, a good one.

I was excited as I dialed *86 and keyed in my PIN. Then I heard the voice of the woman from Human Resources telling me blah blah blah “come back to work” blah blah blah “I leave at 4pm.” Literally, that is all I heard. My first thought was: “Really lady, a 20 minute call back time frame?” Then I thought who the hell cares?!?!? I called her back immediately to hear her tell me that they hoped I could come to work the very next day, but that they understood if I could not. I told her that I would most definitely be there and I was.

My probation was extended 3 months, because of some baloney that happened on the day that I got laid off, where they told me that I was ordered to work 4 hours OT after my shift.  I told the Lieutenant that I wasn’t feeling well.  I never said that I was going to go home.  Nonetheless, when I returned to the station, he was visibly upset and had a sick time form for me to fill out.  The reason I was at the station on that day at that time, is because my friend/partner and co-worker spent a lot of her hard earned money to throw a little party for me on my last day.  I couldn’t enjoy that now.  Apparently I had to go home sick immediately, because I said “I’m not feeling well.”

I took the form and stormed down to the lunch room to “enjoy” pizza, where my coworkers were eating.  Many of them telling me “I can’t believe you’re ordered on your last day,” “that is total bullshit.”  None of them however, were stepping up to say: “I WILL WORK THESE FOUR HOURS FOR YOU.”  Needless to say, It was my party and I would “mother fuck” if I wanted to.  It was a disaster.

I went back to the command office and the Lt. wanted to talk to me.  Basically gave me a lecture about how bad it would look if I went home sick after being ordered, because NO ONE EVER DOES THAT and he KNOWS that I’m NOT SICK.  I’m SO SURE.  Nevermind the fact that the only reason this overtime was generated is because the guy (below me in seniority, also laid off) CALLED IN SICK ON HIS LAST DAY!

I wound up blowing up on my Lieutenant.  I mother fucked everything this side of California, said “FUCK IT, I’LL JUST STAY” crumpled the sick time form and threw it in his face.  I later apologized, sincerely and everything was nice nice.  A coworker (fiance’ of the party thrower) had no idea what had taken place and told me that he would take the time for me.  A kind gesture.  I laer also learned that my Lieutenant had called someone from the union to ask if he was allowed to work for me, but was denied.  Also, a kind gesture.

Meanwhile, the fuck who caused all the drama, because “I went to the lay off meeting and didn’t sleep afterward, so I had to call in” ( LIKE THAT IS ANYONE ELSE’S FUCKING PROBLEM.) Does not have his job back, while I have mine.  Extended probation or non.

Unrelated, the same week I got my job back I checked my mail and found a piece addressed to my cockhole of an ex that obviously had a credit card in it.  He for some reason cannot change his mailing address and has been waiting for a Capital One card for a few months.  I texted him to tell him that his card has arrived.  He told me that he was relieved to hear that, because of the amount of time that has passed and that he has been worried about it.  I texted back: “I will open it to make sure that is what it is.”

I opened it and then texted again: “This is not a Capital One card.  This is a Helzberg Diamonds card.  Anything you need to tell me?”  He responds: “lol, It’s not a ring if that’s what you think.”  Then he texts again: ” I bought Terra a bracelet for a wedding we went to.”  To which I responded: “Oh, that was nice.  I remember all of the jewelry you bought me never.  Especially after a month of dating.  I’m sure that’s normal though.”  To which he responded: “Totally normal :)

So….. He PURPOSELY sent that card to my address, because he had to have put MY address on the application.  Obviously, he wanted me to know and care, which I do not.  I mean, I do in the fact that it amuses me, but the sociopath in me could give a fuck less who he is buying tacky jewelry for.  And I only assume this jewelry is tacky, because I have seen this “Terra’s” facebook.  What a dickbag.  I’m so glad to be free and have no idea wtf I was thinking, because he truly contributed nothing to my life.

End of story.  About a week later the ex and I had a text convo.  I don’t really recall much of what was in it, but I know it ended by my saying: “So, you want to come to MY house, with the girl that you cheated on me with, in the car that I gave you to pick up MY dog?”  He never answered, but I’ll be damned if that mother fucker didn’t show up at my door to take the dog to the dog park.  I hope he enjoyed it, because that is that last time.

Kudos if you made it this far.  Peace out.

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