I blog, therefore......what??

Yesterday you got a sea story and an old, old poem. Today? Who knows? It's a pretty good day. So far. Can't tell too terribly much by 0630 other than it hasn't started out particuarly crappy. Later today my friend from Mississippi is coming over. He was kinda bouncing around right after Katrina and was on his way down here when the officials gave the word that folks in his neighborhood could return and start working on the damage. He said his damage was extensive, but not catastrophic. Now he's going to be the first guest at our house. Queen sized bed, private bathroom. Heck, I even discovered a water hearter under the sink and now he's got hot water, too.

I don't know about NC and KY, but down here we've got the fire ants. Verily, they suck. They're not big and if you're not looking carefully you'll likely not see them at all. Never you fear, though. They'll announce their presence. First, the evil little goobers send some kind of telepathic signal out to silently (and treading lightly, 'cause you seldom feel them) cover a human appendage. Usually this wll be a foot and leg up to near knee. But can also be a hand, arm, buttocks, etc. It is seldom the face, but think about it. How many times is your face actually in direct contact with the ground? Other than when your wife disagrees with you as to the degree of which you were enjoying your conversation with the cute neighbor lady in the peach colored tank top.

So, to continue, after they get not less than 25 or so ants on you, could be more but not usually less, they'll start biting. And it stings mightily. And you commence to doing what amounts to a drunken hillbilly dance as you hop up and down in a staggered circle, on one foot and then the other, flailing wildly about the ankles and pants legs. While whooping. If you don't know that some fool has been standing in an ant bed and you are just driving by, well you just figure ol' Cletus done got himself ahold of some bad moonshine and you tsk tsk tsk him as you pass.

For an ant so small and speckish, they sure leave a big ol pus ball on you. Seriously, they leave marks and little scars. Oh well, I just go into my garage, mix up a deadly insecticide cocktail, and come out and carpet bomb the little bastards. Yes...I am a Florida homeowner.

My wife loves Star Wars and my brother likes sci-fi movies. So I have watched a fair amount of space movies lately. One thing I noticed that I found interesting. The keys are always in the space ship. If you are on a scheduled mission, are an evil warlord making a daring escape, are a kidnapped intergalatic monarch fleeing an evil warlord, or have been running wildly across a space station/death star/doomed planet that is about to explode, it does not matter. If you hop into a space ship of any kind you'll be able to fire it up and take off. As Yoda would say, "Nick of time in the just."

There is an exception to every rule. Today's rule: We learn from our mistakes.

I love this: We shall be remembered not only for what we create, but also for what we choose not to destroy.

After a brilliant film career, it's been quite a while since Pee Wee Herman's been seen. Too bad.

Quote of the day: Mama looked down and she spit on the ground every time my name gets mentioned. Papa said, "Oy, If I catch that boy I'm gonna put him in the house of detention." - Paul Simon

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Like desperados waiting for a train, out
Ramblin' Ed