Sunday, October 06, 2013

Whiskey Wish List

While in Philly last sprin (May '13) Paul and i had some unique whiskeys a rye and some scotch.  these were all great.  if you wan to try something new, pick one of these.

One glass of XXX Shine and one of JB Devils Cut. If they only had cigars... — with Paul Scheidt at Time Restaurant And Whiskey Bar, Philadelphia Pa.
And now... Eagle Rare
Now... Thomas H . Handy Straight Rye Whiskey
And now... Black Maple Hill in an Old Fashion
And now... Laphroaig - islay single malt scotch whiskey. Triple wood.
And now... High West Whiskey, American Prairie Reserve
And now... Smooth Ambler Old Scout - 6 year

Saturday, June 29, 2013


I hate when that happens.
I think i have control again...

Friday, February 15, 2013

Just Push a Button

I've been traveling a lot for my employer. That equates to spending way more hours on a plane than I ever would have imagined. Watching my fellow humans is entertaining and disheartening.

Why is it that on a plane somewhere between 5 and 10% will press the call button rather than the light button? Is it really that confusing? There are 3 seats, 3 buttons and 3 lights. Usually at the ends of those are two more buttons and 2 more lights. Is it not logical that the set of 3 will turn a reading light on?

Oh and the 3 buttons have little light bulbs with rays emitting out and the 2 buttons have a person holding a cup.

Sigh. I guess it really doesn't bother me, it's sadly humorous.

Sunday, February 03, 2013

STOP Crying Wolf

Warning lights, I'm just tired of them.

What law says trash trucks have to have blinking lights all over the fucking place. All. The. Time?
Upper and lower turn signals, front and rear. PLUS a strobing xenon light in the middle. When stopping, especially on busy roads, I get it. Ok. Turn on all your flashy things. But why the fuck on a four lane highway at 60 mph do you need to? huh? Tell me.

Then there is school buses.  Around here they all have a bright white strobe on the roof. WTF?  I mean, first of all, they're huge and fucking yellow. When they slow down there are very bright yellow lights, that flash and when they stop... then there are those red flashing lights AND a stop sign. Who wrote the law or decided that the a blinking white light on the roof would be the thing that makes them safe??

Fire trucks - sigh. I have a lot of respect for these guys. And I do realize they are only following ordered or policy. See, around here they wash there little red fire trucks every day in the summer.  Part of that apparently is doing a flashy light inspection.  So, 3 of the stations that I drive by everyday pull their trucks out of the garage, right up to the edge of the street. We're talking over the side walk.  And inspect the lights.  That means they are all on and flashing... I stopped... got honked at from behind AND the fire truck driver waved me on... I'm still dumbfounded over this. Doesn't this train people not to stop when they see flashing fire truck lights?

I might need to take up drinking.

Thursday, January 31, 2013


Is it really that hard?

I know nobody that needs to read this is going to see it but here it goes anyway.

Turn signals - signal your intention. They don't mean 'hey here I come get out of the way' or 'oh shit I almost missed my turn, here I come' across 2...3... sometimes 4 lanes of traffic. Additionally, slowing down in traffic before rotating your steering wheel is exactly WHEN you SHOULD use your damn turn signal.

High beams - they help you see at night. Turn them off if another driver is approaching you AND if you are approaching another car from behind.

Head lights - not just to help you see but also to help you be seen. Driving your ghost silver Beemer or Mercedes in the fog or rain without them simply shows, YOU. ARE. AN. ASS!! If, for some reason, you think driving without your head light makes you cool.... you are an ASS with a horse dong stuck in it.

Keep left. EXCEPT to pass - I know. It is a VERY complicated concept. Let me put it in simple logic for you.
You're driving. Look to your right. Is there a lane of travel there?
No, stay where you are.
Yes, is there another vehicle there?
No, move the fuck over.
Yes, stay where you are.
You should run thru this logic about every 10 seconds until it becomes second nature.

Highway entrance ramps - you know that OHMYGOD I'MGOINGTOGETRUNOVER feeling you get...? Well, it's true, assmunch. Speed the fuck up, to the speed of current traffic.  Then merge. You can do it ya fucktard!

Now, if I see one more of you arrogant sons of bitches pass me all in a rush like your pregnant wife is birthing right there on you passenger seat just to cut me off, slow down and fucking turn right. I will come unglued and ram my fist so far up your tailpipe, you'll have to move your balls to wipe your nose.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

E-mail Posting

I need to figure out why so many of these are going to drafts and not posting...
I'm sure there is a loose nut behind the keyboard, the problem will be finding and fixing it.


Another in drafts form 03NOV12

It is a night to drink.

I'm not drink, I'm just drunking...

Is there such a thing as 6 fingers...? From a half gallon bottle? 
I need to go to bed....

Random 2

from 04DEC12

Another in my random collection of memories that pops into my head for no reason that I can think of. For what it is worth, I'm sitting on a plane, flying to California to visit customers and disclose (showoff) one of the patent submissions I have made.

I think I was 18... maybe 19.

I graduated high school in December. Kinda because I excelled at the self 'PACE' style my private Christian school utilized and partly cause they wanted me out of there.  I was the proverbial black-sheep-bad-boy that every strict religious organization warns all the other kids about.

After graduation I moved to Pensacola, Florida.  I had just gotten into town. I was still driving down one of the main streets looking for a place to be. I picked up a kid about my age hitchhiking. He was just leaving work and heading home.

As is common with hitchhikers and their picker-uppers, we chatted.  Something to break the surreal-ness of two strangers suddenly being in the same car. As it worked out, he offered for me to crash at his place. He lived with his mom and she didn't object either.  Looking back, it would be odd in today's world but he offered and I did accept. i slept a couple days on his couch.

While there his mom, a plain and simple drunk and in today's vernacular, a cougar. (Her boy friend was just a little older than I was).  Back then drinking at 18 was legal. (Yes, I'm that old). We got a bunch of beer and liquor and hit the beach early in the day. We drank hard and I fell asleep (passed out) on the beach, in the Florida sun, before noon. I woke up around sun set.

I have never had such a bad sunburn in my life. Within 24 hours my forehead was peeling along with my eye lids. Not to mention the fact that it hurt to blink. The dead skin was so thick I could not rip it with my fingernails. Pretty sure it was sun poisoning. Nausea, my head was throbbing.  Not a good time.

A month or so later, we went to a friend of his place for a party. More drinking. Was my first and only time to drink so much that I threw up and I had a hang over the next day.  Some how i drove back to my little apartment and slept it off.  Man could that little apartment and bed spin.

Not since then have I had a hang over (knock on wood).