Dear Oberhaupt MuNuvian,

Permit me a wee grouse.

First, let me express my admiration for anyone who understands cyber things well enough to pilot contraptions like servers and such. I wouldn’t know an SQL from a style sheet. Still, I, like many, if not most, of us techno-stoopids, can’t understand why computers can’t do exactly what we want when we want. This is why many Geeks lose patience with us and why many tech support peeps run high bar tabs.

Here is my wee grouse.

Many of my pals are MuNuvians. Because they are such good writers, they often inspire me to leave a comment. You know how that works. You read a good post, and instantly a witty, interesting and engaging comment comes to mind. You write the comment and sometimes even buff it up a bit to get a nice gloss on it. When you think you’ve got it right, you click “submit” or “post” (whatever). Only THEN, do you learn that Mu.Nu is being spammed and comments are not being accepted, and, what’s worse, your comment is forever lost.

Believe you me, I understand the evil that is spam, and I understand that sometimes you just must shut stuff down in order to deal with it. However, it sure would make me a much happier camper to know that comments are shut down before I take the time to compose a Pulitzer Prize caliber comment. Or, tell me that comments are not being accepted but not vaporize my comment, thereby permitting me to save my unquestionable work of literary art for later transmission. Know what I mean?

Then again, I realize that, in the big picture, a lost comment is about as important as a pimple on a flea’s heiney, and that what I would like might be instantly recognized by the cyber-cognoscenti as impossible, but thanks anyway for listening.

Sincerely,
Jimbo, the Techno-Humble Cyber Supplicant

I took this picture with my phone** from the “Chairman’s Stool” looking slightly to the right. I’ve written about this regular meeting place of the Usual Suspects and, as they say, it’s a place “where everybody knows your name”.

If you plan to be in the area, let me know. I’ll give you directions and buy you a beer (or one of the fine whiskeys that the Bar Chairman makes sure is on hand).

** “Took this picture with my phone” are words that I found comical to write. I remember when my grandmother had a party line, fer Chrissakes.

The bLOGosphere never ceases to amaze me. Here is a blog devoted to logs. No, really.

One would that that eventually fresh content might become a problem, but so far it hasn’t.

Way to go, Log Guy!

I think the Blog of Logs might be of particular interest to this fellow Garden Stater, who has kept his readers posted on the construction of his new home in Pennsylvania – one made of logs.

via KeesKennis

People sometimes ask, “Yo, Jimbo, you drink a bit of bourbon now and again. Which is a good one?”

Yes, I have sampled a taste of bourbon from time to time, and I’ve even written about some of them to one degree of detail or another (see below). Truth is, there are many good ones.

“Yeah, but Jimbo, you’re not helping me here. I need something easy to work with.”

OK, OK, already. Here’s “Da Rule”. It’s really simple, so pay attention. Are you ready?

See? I said it was simple. There are also some corkless ones that I enjoy (e.g. Jim Beam), but you wanted a simple rule. Now go forth and purchase.

Note: I have written one thing or another about the following bourbons (usually with a link) . I assembled this list as a public service. You’re quite welcome.

Bein’ President is, like, … groovy.

Picture swiped from Mostly Cajun.

Damn! Good thing I only eat two per week.

Thanks to Dave and Randy for this important health-related info. Nice to know that these Montana guys are lookin’ out for me.

Dear Diary,

OMG, I have been sooooo busy banging the gabel as SPEAKER in the House these past couple weeks. Gabel, this, gabel that. Gabel, gabel gabel! Now that I am the SPEAKER, so many really important people want to, like, SPEAK with me. It’s way cool.

But, OMFG, Tuesday was just freaking AWESOME!!! I got to sit in the big chair, behind President McHitlerburtonchimpymissionaccomplishedrunkcollegefratboydrugaddledmoron, while he made his stupid State of the Reunion Speech.

The television cameras were on me a lot of the time, because I looked really hot that night. The bad part was that I had to sit there and listen to Mr. Stoooooooooopid make his stoooooooopid speech, including the part where he talked about the troop splurge. Helllllo?? Mr. Stoooooooopid??? NOBODY thinks that splurging troops is a good idea. John Kerry said so, and he is really smart.

But, here’s the best part. All the while that Mr. Stoooooooopid is going on and on about the Reunion, I was text-messaging Hilly who was in the audience. It was a freakin’ HOOT!! I saved all our messages, and here they are.

Me: Hey Hilly, wassup? LOL!!
Hilly: OMFG. This is the pits!
Me: R U staying awake? LOL!!!
Hilly: I am but it ain’t easy. I was up late last night doing shots with Teddy. I feel like shit now. Ugh.
Me: Shots with Teddy? Always a riot! Did he ask you to shake your tits for him?
Hilly: Does a bear shit in the woods?
Me: So, did you give him a couple jiggles?
Hilly: Sure, and because he said nice things about me on “Meet the Press” I even let him give me a brumsky.
Me: A brumsky!!! ROFLMAO!! Hey, do I look hot tonight?
Hilly: F’n A!
Me: I know.
Hilly: I’ve been watching that boner nose Schumer. He keeps staring up there at your tits.
Me: Oh, him. I call him “Ferret Face”. You won’t freakin’ believe this shit. He sent me a dozen roses with a note that says he wants me to ride his baloney pony! LOL!!!
Hilly: No shit?
Me: No kidding, Hilly. And, he signed it “The Chuckster”! ROFLMAO!
Hilly: Too funny! Oh Jeez, Mr. Stooooooopid is still talking. I gotta pee. This sucks.
Me: I know. What R U doing after this crap is over?
Hilly: Back to my place. Wanna come over?
Me: Sounds awesome. U got any “special seasonings”?
Hilly: Ha ha. Is the Pope Catholic? I also have a few ounces of new talcum powder that Bill’s brother dropped off the other day. I think you’ll like the scent.
Me: Freakin’ AWESOME!
Hilly:Teddy just farted. I may puke. OMFG!
Me: Ewwwwwww ROFLMAO!!!
Hilly: Thank freakin’ God. It looks like Mr. Stoooooopid is finally done talking. Good thing too, b/c I gotta piss like a racehorse.
Me: OK C U later. Ur place.

So, I did go over to Hilly’s, where we drank a half dozen bottles of Cristal and sampled her special seasonings. And, oh that talcum powder was primo!!!! We were up all night sitting in Hilly’s kitchen in our panties, blabbing and taking turns banging the gabel. It was freakin’ far out! Hilly is a freakin’ pisser. LOL.!!!

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I am having one of those days where I cannot think of anything I feel like writing about, and I am convinced that I will never again have anything to write about. So, rather than simply submitting to the mush that is between my ears at the moment, I will give myself a few minutes to do a bit of stream of consciousness, at your expense of course.

1. 24. I thought I was the only person in the United States who has never watched “24” on television. Funny thing is that I said that to four people I was having lunch with and three of them had never watched “24” either. That made me feel better.

2. The Sunday Blowhards. This past Sunday I tried to watch Meet the Press, <,I>The Chris Matthews Show (whatever it’s called) and The McLaughlin Group. Big mistake. I thought I might need an ambulance.

3. Disgusting Food. Elisson blogged about a sandwich, the mere thought of which almost made me throw up in my mouth.

4. Sock Drawer. It wasn’t easy, but I finally threw away my olive drab Army socks (the ones that I wore under my combat boots). I figure they have been sitting my one of my dresser drawers unworn for thirty-five years, so maybe it was time. I’ve been to blogmeets where I tell peeps, “I have socks older than you.” I don’t know what I’ll tell them now.

5. College Sweatshirt. I also threw away a college sweatshirt that is older than my Army socks. Boola boola.

6. Department of Irony. Scooter Libby is on trial for not being able to remember stuff and Hillary is running for President. What a country.

7. Nostalgia. I feel like taking a ride to the town where I grew up, and cruising around a bit, just for the hell of it. I don’t know why I don’t do it, because it’s only about twenty minutes away. Maybe I’m afraid that I’ll be bummed out by the changes. Then again, maybe I’m just farookin’ lazy.

8. My High School German Teacher. I wonder if she’s still alive. She’d be pretty old by now. I wonder if she met me would she still say, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

9. Political Fatigue. This week I have been Hillary’d and Obama’d damned near to death. There’s nowhere to hide.

10. Techno-Revelation. I learned that I can take pictures with my cell phone and send them to my e-mail address. I figure that by next year I’ll be ready to hook up a DVD player.

That is all.

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Fee fy mo Marry, BARRY!

Have you voted yet for Sgt. Hook, our favorite Command Sergeant Major and a son of the Garden State?

If you don’t know what I’m referring to, look here.

If you have not voted yet, please go VOTE NOW.

That is all.