Archive for September, 2008

Oh, sure. Blame the victim.

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

This is a few days old, but …

You know, I’m not sure that claiming self-defense in this case says anything good about you.

That’s odd …

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

The two preceding posts show up normally when I look at them using IE – the photos are sized to the page, but a friend looking at the site sees the photos at full resolution, so that she has to scroll around to see what I intended to be visible at first glance. She’s also using IE, and even the same version.

I’m not certain what’s going on … I’ve seen this behavior once before, but I couldn’t figure it out then. It seems likely to be some sort of configuration option, but I have no control over how anyone visiting the site has those set.

Update: I’ve uploaded smaller versions of the photos – they should display better.

I don’t have a lot in common with Sarah Palin

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

But I do have some moose in the freezer (click the photo for a larger image):

Moose in the Freezer

Truth in advertising?

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

I don’t think the advertiser was expecting it to appear quite like this, though. Check out the right-hand advertisement in the center row. (Click the photo for a larger image.)

Focus on Health

This gave me a laugh

Friday, September 12th, 2008

Maybe I’ve just been too caught up in moving, with all it entails, but I couldn’t stop laughing at this picture (grabbed from LOLcats):

Lift with your knees


Thursday, September 11th, 2008

Bob Owens has a post that resonates with me. My memories of 9/11/2001 are mostly scattered images and impressions of emotion. I still feel very strongly about it, but apart from recounting the basic facts, I’m not certain how much of my memories I can trust to be both correct and accurate.

I would urge you, though, to follow this link and read about someone I learned of some time after 9/11. There are some men who are better than others. Rick Rescorla was such a man.

Disguised as a mild-mannered blogger …

Thursday, September 11th, 2008

For the past several years, I have had a moustache and goatee, but it’s my habit to go clean-shaven every five years. I tell people that it’s to verify that I still have a chin and an upper lip. Eventually, I grow something back, usually in a different style.

This year, I went clean-shaven a little over a week ago, on my birthday, and even warned people in advance. The last time, I did it on a more-or-less sudden whim, which caused Marion to do a double-take when she saw me. She let me know that it was a shock to her.

This time, reactions have varied:

Marion, who had been warned, asked, “Even the moustache?”

A co-worker said that I look a lot younger.

My daughter, who didn’t get any warning, said, “You don’t look evil anymore. Now I can date again.” (I was preventing that? I guess I’ll have to grow ’em back.)

At DUO practice the other night, one person told me that if I had curly hair, I’d look like Mickey Dolenz (although his hair doesn’t look curly anymore). Another told me that I looked good, and I should never grow a beard or moustache again. She also said I looked like George Reeves (thus the title).

It’s not the first time I’ve been told I looked like someone famous. New Year’s Eve, someone told me I reminded him of Dennis Miller. At a Blogger Bash a few years ago, Zombyboy told me that my driver’s license photo made me look like Saddam Hussein. When I was working at NBI in the early eighties, I had a boss who thought I looked like Dan Ayckroyd. And back in the mid-seventies, I spent an afternoon running around Naples with the wife of the American consul. One of the stops we made was at the studio of sculptor, who grabbed me, positioned me near a wall, and backed away to talk to her. I could hear them chattering away in Italian, and could sort of see their gesturing out of the corner of my eye, but every time I’d move, I’d be repositioned in the desired pose.Eventually, I found that my profile had been compared to that of a bust he’d done of JFK.

I’m sure my profile has changed since then, but I’ve never taken that many photos of myself, particularly from the side, and it’s not something I can normally see in a mirror. The only commonalities I see in the men whose looks mine have been compared to is that they are all men, and they’re all much more widely known than I am. Personally, I think I’m looking more and more like my father – just with more hair than he had.

I’ll start regrowing the facial foliage in a couple of months (about the time Marion stops doing double-takes, probably). We’re going on a trip at Christmas, and my driver’s license and passport both show me with the moustache and goatee.

And I’ll say to my chin and upper lip, “See you in five years.”