Monthly Archives: February 2010

On the 11th Day…

For some odd reason, this has made me chuckle all day long. So I thought I’d share.

Speaking of, I somehow imagine this is the view Beyoncé sees from the stage every time she sings this song when all the gays in the audience do the same thing.

Although… this is more appropriate for where I live in Arkansas.

You’re welcome for the earworm.

Until next time...

The 6 Ws meme

Stolen from Chris at My 2 Cents, but with some updated “Why” questions from Ur-Spo at Spo-Reflections.

Here is the the 6 Ws meme.

…is easy to love? Define “love”. There’s a whole lot of “love” going around at some events I’ve been to. I’d say they were all easy.
…do you just wanna smack? With what? And where?
…do you trust? Very few humans. And my cats.
…do you talk to when you’re alone? One of my multiple personalities.

…dangerous things do you do while driving? Eat, pick my nose, and look for songs on my iPhone. I used to text, but that’s illegal now in Arkansas.
…are you allergic to? Mushrooms. The kind you eat on pizza.
…is Satan’s last name? I know for a fact that it’s Rubright.
…is the freakiest thing in your house? Besides my Husbear?

…are your pants? Around my ankles.
…is your last will and testament? A copy is in a file cabinet, another copy is with the attorney.
…is your junk food stash? In my pants. Would you like a piece?
…is Carmen Sandiego? She was in Amsterdam, where she undertook gender-reassignment surgery. He is now known as “Carmen Losangeles”.

…is it time to turn over a new leaf? When the old leaf is no longer clean.
…will you be all that you can be? According to the propaganda, when I join the Army. Which will never happen.
…is enough enough? When there’s eight.
…do you go to the dark side? Quite often. Actually, it’s better to ask when do I go to the not-dark side.

…was the Lone Ranger alone? He wasn’t alone. He had Tonto. Besides, I always defined lone as “being the only one”, as in he was the Only Ranger. Had he been alone, he would have been called the “Alone Ranger”.
…was The Scarlet Letter scarlet? Supposedly it was an uppercase letter “A” in red that Puritans, being as “fun” as they were, required adulterers to wear it. So yes, it was.
…are musicians sexy and plumbers not? I’ve seen some sexy plumbers. In pictures only, of course. And I’ve seen some not sexy musicians: Lyle Lovett.
…are there no seat belts on school buses? Because children should learn early about survival of the fittest, and what a better way than the transport they take 10 times a week?
…do people feel obliged to turn in front of you, rather than wait until you pass and the coast is clear? Argh! I have no idea. Is it wrong I speed up and ride their ass after they do that?
…does the porridge bird lay its egg in the air? I think there’s an urban dictionary entry for “porridge bird” as the “money shot”. That makes more sense, and solves that philosophical debate.
…didn’t “ea” as seen in words like steak and great not compact during the “Great Vowel Shift” in time of Middle English? You mean their not spelled “stake” and “grate”? Damn phonics failed me again.
…if happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why or why can’t I? Because the rainbow always keeps moving based on the direction of the sun and the position of our eye. So as we watch the bluebirds fly, they can fly past the rainbow based on our POV. But as we move, the rainbow moves, until the angle changes to such an extent that the rainbow disappears.

Would you…
…swim the English Channel for a doughnut and coffee? If not that, what? What am I, a cop? snicker]
…forgive someone who deliberately hurt you? I have. But I didn’t forget. And I also plotted their doom.
…rather believe a lie if it hurt you less than the truth? Isn’t that the basis of ALL organized religions?
…you still be alive if you were sucked out of an airplane window? Stupid Bernoulli effect and getting sucked out of airplanes. Yes is the technical answer. It’s the sudden stop from the fall that usually kills you.

Because that’s how I roll. Or stand, as it may be.
And I am wearing my hat because Alexander doesn’t like faux-hawks. 😉

Until next time...

Dearly beloved, are you listening?

One of the first epic songs I recall from my youth was “Rime Of The Ancient Mariner” by Iron Maiden. Not in the sense of EPIC, but “epic” as in long poem. It’s rare to see an artist/band actually perform an epic song live, even if they do have one on an album. Probably because the lyrics aren’t repetitive, the song is hard to remember, or the fans just don’t like it. Hence, it seems those epic songs come few and far between.

I would consider the following an epic song. This is probably one of my favorite songs from some of the latest stuff by Green Day. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but hey, it’s my blog. Deal with it. 😉

(A better quality live but non-embeddable version is here. And the official video is here.)

What songs do you consider “epic”? Or how about EPIC?

Until next time...

What Started As A Leak…

Note: Post updated 2017-02-15 to update photo locations to blog from flickr.

Some of you might remember we had another leak a few months ago outside in the main line to the house. (I tweeted about it, but I don’t remember blogging about it.) We patched it at the time, but we knew we would have to replace the water line into the house. We were hoping it would hold off until it warmed up this Spring.

So much for wishful thinking.

Some of you might have seen the following tweet a few days ago:
I hear a faint

The next morning, I got up to get ready for work. The well had run empty.

The Husbear and I decided to crack the slab in the bathroom where we could hear the flow the loudest. We were hoping to find the leak and be able to patch it.

Once we got through the extremely thin slab, we didn’t find the leak. At all. And the water lines went in a completely different direction than we expected.

Since we couldn’t find the leak, we decided we would just break up a channel in the slab to the interior wall, and then run a new water line into the house from the well. (We have already laid in the pipe from the well to the back of the house this past summer, before we started pouring a concrete deck along the back of the house. We figured we were going to have to replace it at some point.)

I had to pull the sheetrock off the wall where we would be running the waterline to. What we found was rather alarming. Frayed electrical wiring. And not just in one place. We are surprised that the house hadn’t burned down at some point.

And on top of the frayed wiring, we found mold. Lots of mold.

I’m not sure who built the shower (judging by the date on some newspaper used as “insulation” that I found, I’m assuming it was the people who owned the house immediately before us). But their DIY skills were extremely lacking. Extremely. Lacking.

The discovery of the mold and the bad wiring changed our plans. Big time. Instead of just replacing the main water line into the house, we will now have to gut the bathroom, the laundry room, and a hallway.

If you could only read my lips… they contain curse words.

We got the channel broken out Sunday, and today (Monday) we got a majority of the rooms gutted. The hardest part was probably carrying out the cast iron bathtub that had a 1954 date stamped on the bottom of it. It was damned heavy! (It now rest on our back deck for the moment.)

This is what the shower area looks like almost completely gutted. There’s all sorts of wiring that will have to be replaced. It’s all old 2 wire, with no ground! The HVAC duct was run a couple years after we moved in. I couldn’t handle no central heat and air conditioning. And those new studs and insulation you see are from the office remodel a few years ago.

We will be changing the old shower area into the new laundry room. The old laundry room will now become the new shower area for the bathroom. The Husbear is excited about getting a new laundry room for some reason. And a new bathroom.

So, the water leak has now turned into a huge tear down and remodel project. Fun times. I love our old house, but sometimes you just have to wonder if the ghosts have it out for us here.

There are more pictures over on my flickr account.

I’m sure this will keep me busy for the next few months….

Until next time...

Dear Tattooist: Copyright, Copyright, Copyright

the replicant asked:

This may be kind of a dull subject, but how does copyright affect tattoo art? Whether that be factors into the decision whether to reproduce a trademarked character, or how it affects your own creations? I have occasionally remarked that if I were to get a tattoo, I’d ask for the “USDA Inspected” seal, but that seems like it would somehow be illegal.

There’s actually three different copyright issues involved in the tattoo industry: tattooing a copyright/registered trademark or other work of art; using flash that hasn’t been payed for; and one tattooist copying another tattooist’s work.

I’m weaseling out of doing a big write-up on this, as all are discussed here and here in a lot of detail, and by an attorney no less. (Marisa DiMattia Kakoulas also blogs here.)

As for your “USDA Inspected” tattoo idea, I don’t have a problem tattooing trademarked symbols on clients. If someone wants to provide “free advertising” to that corporation/entity for the rest of their life, then so be it. I haven’t heard of any litigation around someone being sued because they had a company’s logo tattooed on their person, at least in the United States.

If you have questions about tattoos: tattoos in general, about getting a tattoo, about giving a tattoo, or anything else related to tattoos, just send me the question via e-mail from my contact page. I will then dedicate an entire post to answering your question.

Until next time...