Well, I was thinking about purging the most egregious statists from the blogroll

But it seems there aren't many left. A couple, but they're pretty good for what I say they're good for, so I'm not inclined to dump them. One thing I want to do, though, is add a blog to the roll: Faith Reconsidered, by a guy who calls himself Eulercircles.

I'm afraid I have to admit, I don't get the reference, even though I minored in Math. A minor, apparently, doesn't take you far enough into the subject to find out what Euler was up to. I just worked my way to the end of the "cookbook" and gave it up as a bad job. Couldn't get those dif e.q.s to come out fluffy like they're supposed to.

Oh, and Kyle Bennett has a great post that'll stand the test of time (it already has, to a certain degree): An Agorist Manifesto in 95 Theses.

Anyway, on to the reconstruction project.

OK, done. I ended up just deleting some dead blogs. I felt bad about scratching some old team members, but there was nothing there to look at. I kept a couple because they still link me and I'm a link whore.

Since I'm actually fairly proud of the new me, I should get out there and make my presence felt. Anybody got any good ideas about where to go?

Ah, heck. Watch this instead.

Greatest Slide Stunt Ever

What the heck is this?

Kissing Hank's @ss. Right at the moment, I'm somewhere where I can't view it, but it sounds interesting.

More than just a wild ass

My kid - the older boy - called me up tonight and asked me for a synonym for catapult. Damned if the word 'onager' wasn't listed. I'm like, "What?" Now, I know that an onager is like a donkey - I think I learned that from my Grandpa, who brought it up God-knows-why. Maybe he owned one once or something. Anyway, here's the explanation from Wikipedia:

The onager was a post-classical Roman siege engine, which derived its name from the kicking action of the machine, similar to that of an onager (wild ass). It is a type of catapult that uses torsional pressure, generally from twisted rope, to store energy for the shot.

Twisted rope? Now I've gotta read the rest of the article.

Oh, I forgot to tell you why he asked.

He's a tree trimmer, you know, and he was removing a big maple today, cutting all the branches off and dropping them to the ground. When he cut off the last and biggest "lead" (think of a lead as a sub-trunk), a branch hit the ground funny and shattered, shooting a yard-long, five-inch thick, jagged log at a neighboring house. Luckily, she, the neighbor, had a big maple tree of her own that stopped the log before it sailed right through her picture window.

He said it all happened in slow-motion, but it didn't get a good description of his feelings. He went off on a tangent about what an SOB his father-in-law is.

He probably tells his father-in-law what an SOB his stepdad is. I know I can be an SOB. I don't know anything about the other guy but what my stepson tells me. I stepped into this situation with no clue of what I was getting into, thus modeling the lifestyle I obviously favored. The Older Boy has gone and done likewise.

It's been a long time

since I said this: Der dicke Dichter dichtet das dichte Gedicht in dem Dickicht.

Hard to believe I wrote 148 posts that month, March 2004.

Cool! I just did my first Skype call

with my sister and brother-in-law in Germany. They had their webcam going, but the one I have isn't compatible with the new computer. I'll have to spring for a new one, I guess.

We talked about getting together in Upper Cheeseheadia when they get back. Oh, I'd show you my picture of them, but my sister had just got out of the shower and my brother-in-law still had a case of bedhead.

Yeah, it's only fair that I get a webcam and reciprocate.

Sorry, I bailed out of town on vacation.

We went up to the White Oak Rendezvous in Deer River. As soon as I find my darn camera, I'll show you the pix.

Today I was catching up on yard work. The we went and bought Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in preparation for seeing the sixth movie.

Oh! Here are a couple of pix.

I stepped across the road and took a shot of the neighbors here.





They tell me those horses are percherons. I have no idea. I've seen bigger ones, but these are pretty good sized.

Here's a graffito I'd like to see all over: Disobey Wisely

(Yes, graffiti is the plural of graffito.)

What does it mean to disobey wisely? And why do it?

I'll work on this today, but knowing me, I'll lose interest in the project before I get very far. One thing I'll say right now is that by practising wise disobedience, you're doing two things: practising wisdom and practising courage. Both of which are in short supply.

OK. The twelvth chapter of Romans

has an awful lot to believe in.

OTOH: OMG! Take Deuteronomy 23:1 and apply it to your life:

He that is wounded in the stones, or hath his privy member cut off, shall not enter into the congregation of the LORD.

In case you don't get the euphemisms, the other versions available there will make it clear for you.

I suppose you're wondering what's got me bouncing around the Holy Scriptures this evening. Well, tonight it's this guy.

I AM THE CUBE OF SIX!!!

Does that seem like an odd thing to say? Actually, it doesn't quite describe my whole essence. Just my weight. In pounds.

6x6x6=216. Somebody should come up with a measure of length that would make that describe my volume as well. But then, density variations....

Hannity's doing Miller Time with Dennis Miller. Cool. We rerun Hannity on weekends.