By lex, on July 24th, 2006
The weekend, that is: Spent a half hour longer than I really ought to have blogging on Saturday morning, and by the time I was done, that long hill ride I was all set to do was right out! On account of the unnatural swelter and fetidity.
Global warming, no doubt.
Saw Clerks II with the Hobbit on Sunday afternoon – I remember enjoying the original immensely: It will not speak to my taste, I fear, to report that as one of the first movies I ever purchased for My Very Own. Except perhaps if I also say that the other was Dr. Strangelove – How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb. Which I still insist is one of the Best. Movies. Ever.
First review on that IMDb site for the original Clerks:
By lex, on October 31st, 2007
Sorry about that. Wasn’t trying to be a drama queen and wasn’t fishing for sympathy votes (although I do appreciate your many kindnesses) but I’d suddenly realized that I wasn’t entirely in control of my environment.
Which is a hard realization for a pilot to make, but one we’ve been trained to respond to: Controls release, throttles idle, speedbrake in.
As mentioned, I plan to be back in battery come tomorrow, albeit at a somewhat lower duty cycle. The fact is that time is the fire we all burn in, and this was taking a great deal more time (and effort) than could responsibly be supported.
So. I know that was a long walk to a small house. Those who’d want to know more are free to follow the jump.
Posted by lex, on August 11, 2010
That’s what Culinary Specialist Chief Brandon Parry is doing at Commander Naval Air Forces, US Pacific Fleet, having placed second in a national culinary competition: *
Posted by Lex, on September 26, 2010
Played Miramar today, second round this year. Shot a not entirely disreputable score of 83 with four penalty strokes. Spraying the driver a bit, sharp on the short irons and unusually good putting.
The alternate workout read thus:
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By Lex, on September 27, 2008
So there I was, cruising the aisles of the local Jimbo’s organic grocery hoping for gustatory inspiration, when I suddenly realized that every other person in the establishment, from the hollow-eyed, Brillo-haired stoner at the checkout counter with the gauges in his ears, to the pair of middle aged gentlemen aggressively padding the aisles with bowed legs, slip-on loafers, spandex shorts and Italian team cycling jerseys, to the angry-eyed female couple with their stout, hairy legs thrusting resolutely out from within their REI cargo shorts and terminating in their matching Birkenstocks, to the vaguely anesthetized woman wandering through the patchouli selection in her tie-dyed t-shirt and gypsy skirt, to the bovine couple – he in pony tail and goatee, she in a spinaker-sized muu-muu whose billowing folds hinted of mysterious things not yet seen nor even dreamt upon – both of them working their stoic way through all of the various samples on offer throughout the store with fixed determination, yea: even unto the perpetually peevish pint-sized person parking his Prius at the portal – everyone – would be voting for Barack Obama come November.
It was a dispiriting notion somehow, and I felt hemmed in, surrounded, outnumbered. Oppressed. By the sheer hopiness of it. And change.
Until later, when, munching thoughtfully on my free range chicken breast and arugula salad with oil and balsamic vinaigrette dressing – too much, I always use too much – I said to myself: Eh.
Could be worse.
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Posted on January 20, 2006
Which will be a trifle less like musings and a bit more like the cribbings of a time-starved madman.
You get what you pay for.
They say that the Chinese word for “crisis” is a blend of the characters meaning “danger” and “opportunity.”
I wonder if that’s true, or just one of those bulls!t things “they” say.
Posted on January 16, 2006
Interesting read yesterday in the San Diego Union-Tribune on the Greek tragedy which has become the life of Randy “Duke” Cunningham.