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March 13, 2008

Why Would Anyone Install..

...Windows that can't be cleaned without rebuilding your fucking house?

Standard Windows (XP and prior) sucks...Windows Vista is a larger piece of shit. You can argue with me all you want, but I'm right. I dare you to prove me wrong. The fucking Windows dog won't hunt...period.

Checkbox fucking stupid ass operating system that I wouldn''t let my grandmother run. Good thing she has moved on.

I will say this...if you must run Windows, run it on a Linux box or a Mac...at least you won't have to kill the power to get back on the trail.

Did I make my point? I fucking hate Windows....and I don't like to clean 'em either.

Bottom line, and the reality is...we're stuck with it. Windows will always be a bad client, and will never be useful for anything considered to be mission critical. Might as well use some legacy IBM EBCDIC base 16 shit.

Big Iron Mainframe shit that went out with the Ford Falcon.

Fuck Microsoft, and fuck IBM too.

Can you tell one of my Windows boxes pissed me off? Did you see the photo of the last box that pissed me off? I'm gonna stake another one...soon.

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Beating To Weather

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Or downwind with no chute...

Or on a tight reach...not broad by the way...

I'm telling you...sailing will set you free. Kinda like my old driver use to tell me..."put that fucking beer down...the BBQ ain't started yet...we've got boats to pass"

He is crazier than I am, but just as serious.

I do loves me some sailing!

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March 05, 2008

Polizeipistole Kriminalmodell

or...Police Pistol Detective Model

I had a Walther PPK for many years...it was sweet. I still can't believe I got rid of it. You could conceal the thing anywhere. German engineered like my dog.

They say Adolf Hitler used one of these to kill himself...which was a good thing.

Anyway, all I can say is it is just a plain damn sweet gun...and I tend to lean toward revolvers.

James Bond carried one, so what could be wrong with that.

I cannot believe I let mine go.

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February 29, 2008

I Want One Of These

...but I'll settle for dinner...or a wall mount.

Probably won't happen, but this would be too sweet. I've been told I'm going to the wrong side of Central America...for sailfish fishing on a fly...need to be on the Pacific side...they say...I say fuck 'em...might get lucky...it ain't like chess.

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UNIX = STAMINA

Regarding my previous post:

I also have a SCO UNIX box that has been running for 3,347 days, or 9 years and 2 months, without a involuntary reboot. I took it down twice...the first time is when I had to move it to a different city...the second time when we installed a natural gas UPS / Generator. It is like the damn energizer bunny...it just keeps on running...and running. I took it out of production, but it is still running...I use it primarily for backups of a backups...and of course, for puttting any and everything I want out there. Boo Coo Gig...

Damn thing is amazing.

I will say this...I do loves me some Linux, but my SCO box should be bronzed.

I like to keep my stuff up as long as I can.

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LINUX = STABLE

I booted one of my Linux servers just for the hell of it. It had been running for 563 days without any problems whatsoever. Red Hat Enterprise...Informix Database.

I'm downtown with that!

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February 26, 2008

Fly Fishing

Many many moons ago when I was making an attempt to grow up...it hasn't happened yet...I fell in love with fly fishing. I even got into tying my own flies, but I admit; I would use corn when it came down to it.

"Unlike other casting methods, fly fishing can be thought of as a method of casting line rather than lure."

I come from a place which is not short of trout infested streams. We would go trout fishing for lunch...take a big cast iron skillet and everything else we needed to cook...fire it up on the bank...clean the fish when they were two seconds out of the water...and cook em'. Too Good!

It has been awhile, and I'm sure I'm a little rusty, but me and my good buddy Riprock are going saltwater fly fishing, soon, somewhere close to latitude 18.00 N and longitude of 88.00 W. Do you think we're gonna have a good time?

I was visited by the supreme being once, and it told me the only thing acceptable to lie about...was fishing....how big and how many...that is. I want a Sailfish...I want a Bonefish...I want a Tarpon...I want dinner.

I've caught one Bonefish, with a fly, in my life...in the Keys...and that was most exhilarating...like going to a quarter mile drag race...you gotta open the gate and let it run.

Maybe...

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February 24, 2008

.mu.nu Sucks

I have always said that dog won't hunt. I mean no disrespect to those who host there. None whatsoever.

My buddy at Drunken Wisdom broke for cover, and can now be found here.

The first round is on me brother man.

Cool Runnings!!!

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February 18, 2008

Too Cool

My friend Joan of Argghh is looking out for Stretch.

Check this out

Way Too Cool

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February 16, 2008

I missed Valentine's Day...

...so now I give you the true Romeo

Romeo has a little more banana than Cupid's arrows.

A little secret...women love fireworks.

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February 15, 2008

Food And Bird Blogging

Boring week here in the Juju Crib. 29 Days...

Damn...I broke one

I got the the crabs

Cooled out with a sweet river

Depth to the keel. you must always know how deep you are

Never waste any space

You always need some power
...and some fish

Flowersin the dining room are always cool.

This became this

My new lamp

Don't forget the birds

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February 04, 2008

Shoulder Sore

3" 00 Buck is ~~a whole lot of juju~~ too much banana.

This is some Bad Bad Juju. It was a gift from the Juju Lady.

Due to its high magazine capacity and shorter than normal barrel length, this ~~fucker~~ is banned for use in some European countries.

I love that...too funny.

Damn...I need a crossbow with a tube. Wouldn't be as loud.

Bwahahahahahah!!!

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February 01, 2008

Seat Belt Laws

Many many moons ago, my face hit the steering wheel a split second after I hit a tree head on. That hurt. I've worn a seat belt ever since. Seat belts are a good thing.

So, why is it 50 million children can ride a school bus twice a day not strapped in?

That's crazy...I'm just saying.

I realize that some states (Texas for example) have legislation in the pipeline that will require a school bus purchased after such and such a date in the future to have 3 point safety belts. WTF...as always, it's all about the money.

One word: Retrofit

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January 23, 2008

Shaolin Balls Conditioning

This is not what I do first thing every morning.

Damn!!!

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January 17, 2008

I Don't Care What Anybody Says...

...Windows is fucked up. Get a life. Get a Mac. Get *NIX. Get real.

When machines piss me off, I move 'em to yard art, or horse shoes, or worse. I will stake the motherfucker that doesn't mind.

For goodness sake...My dog hates Windows...he will piss on it.

He is a smart dog....

In comparison to more robust operating systems... Windows is in the ice age, and I can prove it.

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December 16, 2007

Yabu Wants...

...one of these for Christmas. It's a two-seater, so, I'll take you wherever you want to go. It would be a minor adventure.

Damn...it is a nice ride.

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So True

"I contend that, for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity, is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle."

- Winston Churchill

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November 09, 2007

The Black Gun

Yabu believes every American household should have a shotgun. Great tool for harvesting Christmas trees. Beats the hell out of an ax.

Yabu also believes that every American household should have a Black Gun. Great tool for doing everything else...including Crips, Bloods, and IslamoFascists.

I also want one of these

I saw it make it's Maiden flight...very impressive.

Truly, some Bad Bad Juju.

Anyway...nothing to post about, so I'm just winging it...so to say.

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April 24, 2007

The Green Flash

The Green Flash occurs at the moment the sun slips below the horizon. I've been all over the Caribbean in search of this phenomenon...no luck yet, but I've had many cold beverages in anticipation. I will keep searching...and no doubt, drink some more beer. Green Flash or not...watching the sun set is cool... Caribbean or not.

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April 23, 2007

Thought Of The Moment

"You don't get you honey from where you get your money."

I'm just sayin'

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April 21, 2007

The King Of Rig

That would be me. What I do to put bread on the table requires me to, sometimes, use some unorthodox methods…like beating the problem into submission. I have always disagreed with the statement…”If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.” If you can’t solve the problem…change the rules. After all: rules are meant to be broken and manipulated. You have to think out of the box…saved my ass on several occasions.

I am speaking of technical matters, but the same philosophy holds true for other situations as well.

I’m just saying you must have an open mind, except when it comes to queers and / or the Left.

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April 15, 2007

The Juju Lady Is Hot

I'm talking...we were meant for each other...

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WARNING

Juju Lady is radioactive. Wear protective clothing at all times.

From Go-Quiz.com

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Warning Label

Hot Damn!

UCAUTION

IN THE INTEREST OF SAFETY IT IS ADVISABLE TO KEEP YABU AWAY FROM FIRE AND FLAMES.

From Go-Quiz.com

Ripped from Elisson

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April 12, 2007

Balls

I do not play games.

I have always had the audacity to say what I sense...what I feel. I have never told anyone what I think it is they want to hear. Never…not my style.

As James Garfield said… “The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable.”

That is a TRUE statement…but in the end…if you stay true to yourself…you will prevail.

Stick to your (sword) guns…Always…Never waver. Trust your blade, but make certain that fucker is honed.

You never know from which direction conflict will come. Sometimes, it seems to come out of nowhere.

You need to be able to think and react FAST.

I’m just sayin’

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Kurt Vonnegut...RIP

"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt."

...Vonnegut once said that of all the ways to die, he'd prefer to go out in an airplane crash on the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro. He often joked about the difficulties of old age....

I've read every word he has ~~written~~ published. He was out there. Truly one of a kind.

Novelist Kurt Vonnegut Dies at Age 84

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April 08, 2007

Fred Thompson Is Blogging

...“To misrepresent unpunished piracy as a victory is as Orwellian as the congressional mandate banning use of the term "the global war on terror." What are we — Reuters?”...

- Fred Thompson

Go read all of The Pirates of Tehran. Why would he be blogging if he wasn't going to get in the game?

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April 07, 2007

Dr. Yabu’s Hot Wash

I’m better at keeping the kitchen spotless than washing clothes. I grab a pile of laundry, and just throw it in the washer…on Hot / Hot. No separation whatsoever. I am an artist. I can create some very unique colors for your wearing pleasure.

I have been demoted to Dish Boy. I am not allowed near the laundry room, but I am expected to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. I consider it to be a fair deal.

You know what they say about, “if you can’t stand the heat…”

I’ve also been Wagon Boy, but that’s another story.

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April 05, 2007

Another Reason Why You Need A Sunroof

Be sure to click on the second picture. She gave her occupation as SPAMMER.

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April 01, 2007

For Christina

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Twin Sister

Did you know Yabu has a twin sister from a different mother? He does, and twin sister sent him a package that is downright orgasmic.

I probably shouldn't use sister and orgasmic in the same sentence, but hey, what the fuck.

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March 29, 2007

ATTORNEY'S ADVICE - NO CHARGE

This is good stuff from my Inbox.

The key is a fast response, and knowing how to respond. Also, you can take a little preventive action.

Read this and make a copy for your files in case you need to refer to it someday. Maybe we should all take some of his advice! A corporate Attorney sent the following out to the employees in his company.

1. Do not sign the back of your credit cards. Instead, put "PHOTO ID REQUIRED."

2. When you are writing checks to pay on your credit card Accounts, DO NOT put the complete account number on the "For" line. Instead, just put the last four numbers. The credit card company knows the rest of the number, and anyone who might be handling your check as it passes through all the check processing channels won't have access to it.

3. Put your work phone # on your checks instead of your home Phone. If you have a PO Box use that instead of your home address. If you do not have a PO Box, use your work address. Never have your SS# printed on your checks. (DUH!) You can add it if it is necessary. But if you have It printed, anyone can get it.

4. Place the contents of your wallet on a photocopy machine. Do both sides of each license, credit card, etc. You will know what you had in your wallet and all of the account numbers and phone numbers to Call and cancel. Keep the photocopy in a safe place. I also carry a Photocopy of my passport when I travel either here or abroad. We've all heard horror stories about fraud that’s committed on us in stealing a Name, address, Social Security number, and credit cards.

Unfortunately, I, an attorney, have firsthand knowledge because my Wallet was stolen last month. Within a week, the thieve (S) ordered an Expensive monthly cell phone package, applied for a VISA credit card, had A credit line approved to buy a Gateway computer, received a PIN number From DMV to change my driving record information online, and more. But here's some critical information to limit the damage in case this happens to you or someone you know:

5. We have been told we should cancel our credit cards immediately. But the key is having the toll free numbers and your card Numbers handy so you know whom to call. Keep those where you can find them.

6. File a police report immediately in the jurisdiction where your credit cards, etc., were stolen. This proves to credit Providers you were diligent, and this is a first step toward an Investigation (if there ever is one).

But here’s what is perhaps most important of all: (I never even thought to do this.)

7. Call the 3 national credit reporting organizations Immediately to place a fraud alert on your name and also call the Social Security fraud line number. I had never heard of doing that until advised by a bank that called to tell me an application for credit was made over The Internet in my name. The alert means any company that checks your Credit knows your information was stolen, and they have to contact you by Phone to authorize new credit.

By the time I was advised to do this, almost two weeks after the theft, all the damage had been done. There are records of all the Credit checks initiated by the thieves' purchases, none of which I knew about before placing the alert. Since then, no additional damage has been done, and the thieves threw my wallet away this weekend (someone turned it in). It seems to have stopped them dead in their tracks.

Now, here are the numbers you always need to contact about your wallet, etc., has been stolen:

1.) Equifax: 800-525-6285

2.) Experian (formerly TRW): 888-397-3742

3.) Trans Union: 800-6807289

4.) Social Security Administration (fraud line): 800-269-0271

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March 12, 2007

The Kernel Is The Essence Of The Soul

My Brother Dax has jumped on the Linux train. Good for him. A real (Networking) Operating System that will run underwater.

I use Linux for many things…I have a dedicated box I use for a Firewall here in the Juju Crib that has NEVER gone down or required an involuntary reboot. It has remained up and running and stable for 8 years and 3 months. IPTABLES is the catdaddy. The same is true for my mission critical servers. By mission critical, I mean, I am able to buy food for Stretch.

In *NIX, all of the OS configuration files are text files, so he will have to learn vi. When I was first exposed to it, I thought it stood for Virtually Impossible, but it has become my best friend. Withoutadoubt.

Linux, unlike Windows, is NOT a checkbox OS…you can control EVERYTHING.

DAX made a good decision.

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February 16, 2007

God Hates Fags

I'm not going to tell you where I got this.

Yes I am.....

Bwahahahahah!!!!

Hey V-Man...I'm downtown with Jo-Mama.

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February 04, 2007

A Good Thief...

...is hard to find.

I've got boo coo computers and peripherals, so yesterday afternoon I set a 21 inch monitor (big as a fucking dishwasher, but still had a beautiful picture at 1600) outside next to the curb. I moved to flat panels a long time ago. Anyway, I put a sign on it that reads, "Please steal me...I work".

Well, 30 something hours later...that fucker is still there. I can tell you...if it'd been furniture, it'd be long gone.

I'm just sayin"

Also, I trashed so many CPU's, monitors, printers, modems, cables, etc...I can't count 'em.

Not that anyone could guess my passwords...but, I gave 'em the ol' Dr. Yabu magnet and sledgehammer treatment just to be sure.

Bwahahahahahahah!!!!

I've got a lot more room now.

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January 28, 2007

Truth Be Known...

Bwahahahahahahah!!!!!

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January 20, 2007

What Goes Around Comes Around

I posted here about crossing the Rubicon. It appears the situation I found myself in has been resolved favorably. Sometimes these things take time.

I truly believe what goes around comes around.

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January 19, 2007

Balls

Ripped this from Zie Bitch

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January 18, 2007

Speed And Hugging And Stopping

Yabu needs one of these.

A high end Porsche is like driving a Slot Car. Downfuckingtown. I've done it.

It is really very simple:

You point, it goes...really really fast.

You hit the breaks, it stops...really really fast.

$135 grand, 200+ MPH

You've got to pay to play.

The Germans can build some shit.

I'm just sayin'

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January 17, 2007

While I'm Youtubeing...

...lets do a little Chuck Berry, Eric Clapton, Keith Richards & Johnnie Johnson

Mercy!!!

Can't forget the Duckwalk

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January 16, 2007

A Message to Garcia

By Elbert Hubbard, 1899

I would consider what is behind Read More to be a Catdaddy essay. One of my favorites.

Just my opinion.

In all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon of my memory like Mars at perihelion. When war broke out between Spain & the United States, it was very necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the Insurgents. Garcia was somewhere in the mountain vastness of Cuba- no one knew where. No mail nor telegraph message could reach him. The President must secure his cooperation, and quickly.

What to do!

Some one said to the President, "There’s a fellow by the name of Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody can."

Rowan was sent for and given a letter to be delivered to Garcia. How "the fellow by the name of Rowan" took the letter, sealed it up in an oil-skin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the jungle, & in three weeks came out on the other side of the Island, having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter to Garcia, are things I have no special desire now to tell in detail.

The point I wish to make is this: McKinley gave Rowan a letter to be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took the letter and did not ask, "Where is he at?" By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land. It is not book-learning young men need, nor instruction about this and that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae which will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies: do the thing- "Carry a message to Garcia!"

General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcias.

No man, who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise where many hands were needed, but has been well nigh appalled at times by the imbecility of the average man- the inability or unwillingness to concentrate on a thing and do it. Slip-shod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference, & half-hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds, unless by hook or crook, or threat, he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or mayhap, God in His goodness performs a miracle, & sends him an Angel of Light for an assistant. You, reader, put this matter to a test:
You are sitting now in your office- six clerks are within call.

Summon any one and make this request: "Please look in the encyclopedia and make a brief memorandum for me concerning the life of Correggio".

Will the clerk quietly say, "Yes, sir," and go do the task?

On your life, he will not. He will look at you out of a fishy eye and ask one or more of the following questions:
Who was he?

Which encyclopedia?

Where is the encyclopedia?

Was I hired for that?

Don’t you mean Bismarck?

What’s the matter with Charlie doing it?

Is he dead?

Is there any hurry?

Shan’t I bring you the book and let you look it up yourself?

What do you want to know for?

And I will lay you ten to one that after you have answered the questions, and explained how to find the information, and why you want it, the clerk will go off and get one of the other clerks to help him try to find Garcia- and then come back and tell you there is no such man. Of course I may lose my bet, but according to the Law of Average, I will not.

Now if you are wise you will not bother to explain to your "assistant" that Correggio is indexed under the C’s, not in the K’s, but you will smile sweetly and say, "Never mind," and go look it up yourself.

And this incapacity for independent action, this moral stupidity, this infirmity of the will, this unwillingness to cheerfully catch hold and lift, are the things that put pure Socialism so far into the future. If men will not act for themselves, what will they do when the benefit of their effort is for all? A first-mate with knotted club seems necessary; and the dread of getting "the bounce" Saturday night, holds many a worker to his place.

Advertise for a stenographer, and nine out of ten who apply, can neither spell nor punctuate- and do not think it necessary to.

Can such a one write a letter to Garcia?

"You see that bookkeeper," said the foreman to me in a large factory.

"Yes, what about him?"

"Well he’s a fine accountant, but if I’d send him up town on an errand, he might accomplish the errand all right, and on the other hand, might stop at four saloons on the way, and when he got to Main Street, would forget what he had been sent for."

Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to Garcia?

We have recently been hearing much maudlin sympathy expressed for the "downtrodden denizen of the sweat-shop" and the "homeless wanderer searching for honest employment," & with it all often go many hard words for the men in power.

Nothing is said about the employer who grows old before his time in a vain attempt to get frowsy ne’er-do-wells to do intelligent work; and his long patient striving with "help" that does nothing but loaf when his back is turned. In every store and factory there is a constant weeding-out process going on. The employer is constantly sending away "help" that have shown their incapacity to further the interests of the business, and others are being taken on. No matter how good times are, this sorting continues, only if times are hard and work is scarce, the sorting is done finer- but out and forever out, the incompetent and unworthy go.

It is the survival of the fittest. Self-interest prompts every employer to keep the best- those who can carry a message to Garcia.

I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to any one else, because he carries with him constantly the insane suspicion that his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress him. He cannot give orders; and he will not receive them. Should a message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be, "Take it yourself."

Tonight this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare employ him, for he is a regular fire-brand of discontent. He is impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the toe of a thick-soled No. 9 boot.

Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied than a physical cripple; but in our pitying, let us drop a tear, too, for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose working hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference, slip-shod imbecility, and the heartless ingratitude, which, but for their enterprise, would be both hungry & homeless.

Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the man who succeeds- the man who, against great odds has directed the efforts of others, and having succeeded, finds there’s nothing in it: nothing but bare board and clothes.

I have carried a dinner pail & worked for day’s wages, and I have also been an employer of labor, and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no recommendation; & all employers are not rapacious and high-handed, any more than all poor men are virtuous.

My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the "boss" is away, as well as when he is at home. And the man who, when given a letter for Garcia, quietly take the missive, without asking any idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of chucking it into the nearest sewer, or of doing aught else but deliver it, never gets "laid off," nor has to go on a strike for higher wages. Civilization is one long anxious search for just such individuals. Anything such a man asks shall be granted; his kind is so rare that no employer can afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village- in every office, shop, store and factory. The world cries out for such: he is needed, & needed badly- the man who can carry a message to Garcia.

THE END

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January 14, 2007

Collard Teepee

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January 09, 2007

Ice Flying

Just in case you've ever wondered:

The de-icing fluid used on aircraft is pink.

The anti-icing fluid used is lime green.

First, you de-ice, then you anti-ice, and then you're late.

I guess it's better to be late than dead.

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January 06, 2007

Palindrome

I've always found shit like this interesting.

A Palindrome is a word, phrase, number or other sequence of units that has the property of reading the same in either direction (the adjustment of punctuation and spaces between words is generally permitted).

"A man, a plan, a canal, Panama!" reads the same in either direction.

Just thought you needed to know that.

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December 31, 2006

Happy New Year

Everyone stay safe.

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Satellite Navigation / New Year's Resolution

I was reviewing the data in my GPS, and since I haven't reset it since I acquired it several month ago...I found this interesting. My bitch uses it as well. These are the total numbers for 3722.95 miles.

Overall Average: 50.1 MPH
Moving Average: 58.6 MPH
Maximum Speed: 142.7 MPH
Total Time: 74 hours. 17 minutes
Moving Time: 63 hours. 28 minutes
Stopped Time: 10 hours. 48 minutes

I would like to blame her for the Maximum Speed number, but her ride won't go that fast.

I must be fucking crazy.

I resolve this year to touch 160.

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December 30, 2006

$10,000 Bill (Note)

My friend has one of these. It is legal tender and is redeemable for face value at any bank. He carries it rolled tight in his money clip. Just is case. Fucking crazy if you ask me. He says, "you never know when you might need ten grand in cash...Immediately." He does have a point, but it is probably worth twice face value. They were only printed in 1928 and 1934.

That would be Salmon Chase (Treasury Secretary under Lincoln) on the note.

All High Denomination notes that are turned into banks are forwarded to the Federal Reserve and destroyed.

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December 28, 2006

Ass Dead Tired

Tuesday: 400 miles due west. Ate great food and got drunk with friends. Bed at 2:15 am.

Wednesday: Up at 7:00 am. Ate great food and got drunk with friends. Bed at 1:30 am

Thursday: Up at 7:00 am. 400 miles due east.

Ass Dead Tired

I feel like I've been to a Blodgemeet.

Anyway, NEXT, by Michael Crichton, is a great driving CD. Multiple plots thicken.

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December 25, 2006

Merry Christmas

From Yabu, the Juju Lady, and Juju Stretch.

Cool Runnings!

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December 22, 2006

Tagged By A Meme

Denny tagged me with a Christmas meme.

1.Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping, the Juju lady takes care ot it.

2.Real tree or artificial? neither. We decorate a big ass rocket and launch it on New Year's Eve.

3.When do you put up the tree (rocket)? The day after Thanksgiving.

4.When do you take the tree down? See #2.

5.Do you like eggnog? Yeah, if it has some Juju in it.

6.Favorite gift you received as a child? A bicycle.

7.Do you have a nativity scene? Yep! several.

8.Hardest person to buy for? The Juju Lady.

9.Easiest person to buy for? Me.

10.Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail.

11.Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Can't think of one. Any gift is a good gift.

12.Favorite Christmas movie? Die Hard 2.

13.When do you start shopping? November.

14.Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Yeap!

15.Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Christmas Day Feast. The Juju Lady and I have one every year.

16.Clear lights or colored on the tree? Color.

17.Favorite Christmas song? Just about anything by the Juju Lady. She is trained in Opera, and has the voice of an angel..

18.Travel at Christmas or stay home? Stay home, I travel after Christmas.

19.Can you name all of Santa’s Reindeers? Nope, but I do know one of 'em has a red nose.

20.Angel on the tree top or a star? Angel and an American Flag.

21.Open the presents on Christmas Eve or morning? Morning.

22.Most annoying thing about this time of year? Liberals trying to stamp out Christmas. It's not Winter Holiday, it's Christmas! I'm downtown with Denny on that.

23.Do you have Jebus in your heart this Christmas? If you mean Jesus, I hope so?

24.What would you like for Christmas? F-22 Raptor.

And five people, Merry Christmas to:

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December 12, 2006

Oh Hell Yes

Ain't no such thing as Too Much Banana.

Bwahahahahah!!!

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December 11, 2006

The Juju Lady...

...ain't old, but she can go downtown with some destruction. You want her on your side.

What military aircraft are you?

B-52 Stratofortress

You're a B-52. You are old and wise, and you absolutely love destruction. You believe in the principle of "peace through deterrence" and aren't afraid to throw your weight around.

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December 09, 2006

A Word To The Wise

Do not slow dance with Yabu unless you want to get fucked.

I've got some "end around" going on.

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December 08, 2006

My Good Buddy...

...Silent Too Tall just sent me this book.

Thank you my friend.

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Weblog Awards

My good friends Food and Drink are finalist for the 2006 Weblog Awards.

How cool is that?

More over at Denny's crib.

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December 05, 2006

Direct Gas Impingement.

Gas is tapped from the barrel as the bullet moves past a gas port located under the rifle's front sight base. The gas rushes into the port and down a gas tube located above the barrel. The gas tube runs from the front site base into the upper receiver. Here, the gas tube telescopes over a “gas key�? which accepts the gas and funnels it into the bolt carrier. The movement of gas into the bolt carrier forces the bolt and carrier in opposite directions. As the bolt carrier moves towards the butt of the gun, the bolt begins to turn and unlock from the barrel extension. The cam pin is responsible for the bolt's rotation as it follows a groove cut into the carrier that twists and permits the bolt to unlock. Once the bolt is unlocked, the carrier continues to move towards the butt of the gun and the chambered casing is extracted.

A return spring located behind a buffer then pushes the bolt carrier back towards the chamber. A groove machined into the upper receiver traps the cam pin and prevents it and the bolt from rotating into a closed position. The bolt's locking lugs then push a fresh round up the feed ramps and into the chamber. As the bolt's locking lugs move past the receiver extension, the cam pin is allowed to twist into a pocket milled into the upper receiver. This twisting action follows the groove cut into the carrier and permits the bolt to twist and “lock�? into the barrel’s extension.

I knew you ~~wanted~~ needed to know this.

Cool Runnings!!!

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December 03, 2006

Bottomfeeder

Every now and then...you get lucky, but you have to use shit as bait. I've got one on the line right now.

Raoul says I'm an American Terrorist. He goes further and says, "If you were born in the Middle East, they'd be scraping pieces of you off of the walls of an Israeli marketplace by now...

...and then he quotes me:

I'm sick and tired of hearing there is no solution. There is a solution. We must crush these motherfuckers at whatever the cost.

and he continues...

The only difference between you and Johnny Jihad is the philosophy you subscribe to.

American terrorist.

Well Raoul...are you ready to dance? Think carefully before answering, because I will do your ass in a heartbeat. I kid you not. Do not fuck with me...I will put you in seeya later mode, fast.

Wanna meet for a cup of coffee?

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December 02, 2006

Technical Support

Yowza, this it what I'm talking about.

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November 27, 2006

Honor

My good friend Dash Riprock has a good piece up about Honor.

I've been in EXACTLY, well almost, the same situation before. You must do what you have to do.

I would consider that to be some Bad Bad Juju.

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November 23, 2006

The Juju Woman is a Pilgrim Bitch

Thanksgiving

I am thankful the Juju Woman’s path, and my path crossed. She is a Daughter of the Mayflower, which means she documented (through primary source records) her direct descent from a Mayflower passenger.

I hope everyone eats and drinks until they pass out.

Cool Runnings!

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November 22, 2006

Of Past and Present

Velociman is jealous because I have Too Much Banana.

Trust me...he is a crazy Motherfucker...I swear to the Maker...he is fucking nuts.

Bwahahahahahahah!!!

I'll give him the shirt off my back if he lets me spend the night with his monkey.

Bwahahahahahahah!!!!

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November 21, 2006

A Few Things About Me

I'm happy

I was born In The South

I live in North Carolina, equidistant from the Great Smoky Mountains and the Right Coast

I'm a Southern Gentleman

I like any kind of pepper

I collect hot sauce

I have great friends

I have known my two best friends forever

My Bitch has blue eyes and soup cooling lips

Favorite card or board game? Chess

I enjoy cooking

Favorite Music? Classical / Blues / Reggae

Windows or Linux? Linux

Favorite Author? Uncle Remus

I have no children

I can cut a smeller

I'm a life long learner

I like dogs

I believe in Open Source

I do not wear jewelry

I can trash a kitchen

I believe in the right to bear arms.

I grind my own coffee beans

I believe in racial profiling

Iceland is cool

My parents are dead - I miss them

I like golf more than football

I like to travel

I'm a news junky

I like Sushi

I've bungee jumped

I have a great job

I support Israel

Sailboat or Powerboat? Sailboat

Beach or Mountains? Tie

OJ is guilty

Americans speak English

I like Grits

I like Dinosaurs

I think military jet fighters are cool

I wish I knew more about astronomy

I believe Women have intuitions that Men do not

My favorite sound is a baby crying on an airplane

I like sharp blades

I have a tomahawk

I own a totem pole

I wear reading glasses - just damn

I believe fried Okra is good for the soul

I never voted for Clinton

I believe in a starched white shirt and a silk tie - when necessary

I believe everyone should own a shotgun

Money clip or wallet? Money clip

Stereo Speakers? ~~20 years old~~ brand new

I like storms of any kind

I like to grow vegetables

My best friend owns a beach house - sweet

I support the Military

I like to sit on the porch without no shoes

I believe the future can be seen through one of my woman's kaleidoscopes

I like the blogosphere

I believe all good pictures should be framed

I like to wear sandals - with or without socks

My lowest round of golf was an 82

My first plane ride was the last flight of a DC-3

I believe in the Maker

I believe everyone should have an opinion

I've had dinner with Elvis

I've been hot air ballooning

I sunk a Canoe - with all the guns and beer

I've taken several trans-continental train trips

kill -9 works everytime

Favorite place to chill? My home office.

Do you use profanity? Hell yes!

Do you like to make fun of people? Of course!

Naval Officer or Pirate? Pirate

Nationality? American by birth - Southern by the Grace of God

Age? Old enough to know better and too young to resist

Sunrise or Sunset? Sunset

Favorite Cartoon Character? My Bitch

Favorite bush? Ha ha - Azalea

The 1st thing I think of in the morning? Polling

Can I read more than one book at a time? Yes

GUI or Command Line? Command Line

I've been sailing in steady 45 knot winds and gusts to 70

Favorite Firewall? Dedicated Linux box

And I've done a bunch of more shit that nobody would believe.

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November 16, 2006

My Backyard

This is My Garden at the Juju Crib.

I love Fall, but I can't wait until Spring.

In that small space, I can grow, and "put up", enough vegatables to last my woman and I through fall and winter...and I still give away more than I keep.

Yabu loves him a nice garden. Yes he does.

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September 28, 2006

Running Underwater

Reboot Boy is a guy who works in a typical office. He supports "end users", not with application support, but with Microsoft Windows operating system problems. All he does all day long is say, "Reboot" or "you need to power off". Application support requires a real technical person to get involved. Then, the real technical person calls Reboot Boy for yet another technical assessment - which always requires another Reboot.

I must be missing something - these people spend more time rebooting than working.

I have a dedicated Linux box I use for a firewall - I've booted it once in the last 7 years, 2 months, and that is because I lost power. My goal was forever. Missed it by no fault of the operating system.

I also have a Database server running Linux, an Application server running Linux, and a Data Warehouse running Linux. They have never required a reboot. This stuff will run underwater.

The damn things are like the Energizer Bunny - they just keep going and going and going and running and running and running.

You can't do that with a Windows box.

One thing, in a nutshell, is that the Graphical User Interface (GUI) is PART of the operating system in Windows...in Linux, it is not...so in Linux, you just kill the misbehaving application (the GUI), and restart it. The operating system never goes down.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

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August 20, 2006

Cat Shot

I would love to ~~take a ride in~~ be able to fly one of these...F/A-18

Turn your speakers up...the end is the best.

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July 29, 2006

stationary frame of reference

Whoa...you gotta go read The Web Of Trust.

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