Silly Putty, Or?

This item (via Boing Boing) about 250-pounds of Silly Putty reminds me of something that I saw in Japan a few years back. Click the photo to see (safe for work).

Oprah Not Hurt. What About the Pilots?

From today's news (Yahoo News story):

“Oprah Winfrey's private jet was forced to return to the city airport after its windshield was cracked in a collision with a bird, officials said. Winfrey and her boyfriend, Stedman Graham, were not hurt in the incident...”

But, what about the pilots? The story doesn't even mention them? Are we to assume that either Oprah or Stedman were flying the plane? Highly unlikely. After all, a bird hitting the cockpit window would certainly be more likely to cause injury to one, or both, of the pilots; yet, no mention of them in this story.

I realize that, as the "celebraties" involved in the incident, their welfare is more newsworthy than that of anyone else who may have been on the plane. But, isn't the welfare of the "others" on the plane equally important? Apparently not.

The Madness of King George

Need we say anything more?

Bush Approves New Torture Method

“We're not letting you out of that snowbank until you tell us what we want to know.”

I Killed Typepad!

I cancelled my Typepad account Thursday morning and, by Thursday night, all of Typepad was down. It had to be me. I'm sorry, I didn't know I had that much power. I will try to use my power more wisely from now on.

Whatever Happened to Bread Machines?

Remember bread machines? About 15 years ago they were all the rage. What happened to them? Does anyone still sell them? Are they worth the bother?

Looks like Amazon is still selling them, with prices ranging from $39 to $250. So which is better: The 1-pound or 2-pound machines? The 1-loaf or 2-loaf machines? Are the Zojirushi machines really worth the $200 price tag? I guess I should just take some time and read Amazon's 'Guide to Buying Bread Machines.'

Bush Puts Middies to Sleep

President Bush today managed to put 75% of the Naval Academy midshipmen to sleep. Of course, this was just while waiting for him to show up. Or was it?

Wanted: Impartial Jurist

Immediate need for an impartial judge in Texas. Must not belong to, nor have ever contributed to, any political party (especially Democratic or Republican). Must have a squeaky-clean record (and we mean squeaky-clean), as your entire life will no doubt be reviewed by partisan hacks (and most likely dragged through the mud). Must have a high tolerance for political B.S. and be able to stomach incessant lying, deceit and malfeasance. Absolutely must not know, nor have ever had any association (including chance encounters, eating at the same restaurant, golf at the same country club, friends in common, etc.) with the defendent, Sen. Tom Delay. Applications accepted at Travis County courthouse.

Trick or Treat at an End

This year marks the end of an era for the Grumpy household: son #2 has finally reached that age (12) where it's no longer cool to go door-to-door in the neighborhood begging trick or treating for candy. It was his own decision (maybe helped along by Mom's promise that he could have all of the candy that we don't distribute to the beggars trick or treaters).

In a way, it's a sad time for Grumpy, as I've always escorted my kids on this annual quest for treats: From when they were little tykes, and the best we could do was five or six homes before they were too tired, to more recently when we trekked up and down the hills of the neighborhood in an hours-long and seemingly never-ending quest for "the good stuff."

No more walking through the 'hood with the other dads, discussing important world topics (or, more importantly, which home is sure to have replacement beers for those that we've already downed). No more having to carefully plan the route so as to pass by our home approximately mid-way through the evening (to drop-off the first full bag of goodies and make room for more). That's all over now. I may miss it.