Saturday, July 22, 2017

How About Some Music...?

For some reason, I am really in the mood for some good ol' music. Something from the old days, ya know?

Bear with me a bit here, 'cause some of these folks are not around any more. I just wanted to hear some of their music again.





And just one more...



Guess that wasn't too bad, huh? Thanks for letting me do that.

Coffee in the kitchen this morning. It's too hot outside.

Friday, July 21, 2017

You Can't Fix Stupid...!

This next story just goes to show that you never know when the Stupid Bug is gonna bite. It should be a lesson to everyone that is associated with illegal drugs in any way, shape, or form.

Waitress Inadvertently Spikes Cop’s Drink With Cocaine



Photo credit: Hamilton County Sheriff’s Office

If he hadn’t been out of uniform, maybe she’d never have been busted. Unfortunately for her, the police officer was off duty when the Chattanooga waitress inadvertently spiked his water with a bag of cocaine in 2017. Jekievea Monchell Yearby’s mishap got her arrested on charges of assault, possession of a controlled substance, and possession of drug paraphernalia. The officer of the law called his colleagues to the scene, and they watched the surveillance video of the incident with the restaurant’s manager.

Caught red-handed, so to speak, Yearby admitted the bag of cocaine was hers, as was its twin, secreted in her bra. She’d accidentally dropped the drug in the officer’s glass of water when she’d served him. She said she doesn’t take drugs and isn’t addicted to them, but she does have other problems. Not only was she arrested, but she’s also now unemployed.

I don't know if people that use drugs are really stupid or if they are merely a little bit crazy. Whatever the reason , I don't think they have their head screwed on straight, ya know? Thanks to Listverse for this story.

Coffee out on the patio again this morning, OK?

Thursday, July 20, 2017

We Gotta Save The Bees...!

We all know that bees do a wonderful service to all of us by helping to pollinate a lot of our food crops.

Here is a little fact that should really concern many of us. One thing that the bees help to pollinate in a major way...is coffee! That's right, my friends, COFFEE !

The Coffee Industry



In addition to various fruits and vegetables, bees are also the primary pollinators for coffee. So without bees, our world’s coffee supply would dwindle, and the industry would lose its profitability. At first thought, this seems pretty inconsequential; caffeine is not a human “need,” and the end of coffee wouldn’t mean famine. But a surprising amount of our world’s industry lies on coffee production and sales.

In 2016 alone, Starbucks Coffee raked in $21.3 billion in gross sales. And as of May 2017, the chain had 245,000 employees. Coffee is also a valuable product in Latin America, specifically Guatemala, where a large portion of the population works in the coffee industry. Without bees, this multinational coffee empire would collapse, leaving hundreds of thousands of people out of work across the world.

I had no idea that bees could have that much effect on our morning brew. So if we lose the bees, not only would we more than likely go hungry, but we wouldn't be able to enjoy our morning java either! BUMMER!

Coffee out on the patio this morning. All bees are more than welcome !

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Doc Holliday On Western Wednesday...!

Ever wonder just when the bad guys in the west really got started? I'm talking about guys like Doc Holliday.

Doc wasn't always a gunfighter, ya know. He actually got his start as a dentist. When he came down with tuberculosis, that understandably put an end to his practice.

1879
Doc Holliday kills for the first time

Doc Holliday commits his first murder, killing a man for shooting up his New Mexico saloon.

Despite his formidable reputation as a deadly gunslinger, Doc Holliday only engaged in eight shootouts during his life, and it has only been verified that he killed two men. Still, the smartly dressed ex-dentist from Atlanta had a remarkably fearless attitude toward death and danger, perhaps because he was slowly dying from tuberculosis.

In 1879, Holliday settled in Las Vegas, New Mexico, where he opened a saloon with a partner. Holliday spent his evenings gambling in the saloon and he seemed determined to stress his health condition by heavy drinking. A notorious cad, Holliday also enjoyed the company of the dance hall girls that the partners hired to entertain the customers–which sometimes sparked trouble.

On this day in 1879, a former army scout named Mike Gordon tried to persuade one of Holliday’s saloon girls to quit her job and run away with him. When she refused, Gordon became infuriated. He went out to the street and began to fire bullets randomly into the saloon. He didn’t have a chance to do much damage–after the second shot, Holliday calmly stepped out of the saloon and dropped Gordon with a single bullet. Gordon died the next day.

The following year, Holliday abandoned the saloon business and joined his old friend Wyatt Earp in Tombstone, Arizona. There he would kill his second victim, during the famous “Gunfight at the O.K. Corral” in October 1881. During the subsequent six years, Holliday assisted at several other killings and wounded a number of men in gun battles. His hard drinking and tuberculosis eventually caught up with him, and he retired to a Colorado health resort where he died in 1887. Struck by the irony of such a peaceful end to a violent life, his last words reportedly were “This is funny.”

He died more peacefully than he lived, that's for sure. I'm really surprised he wasn't shot, ya know?

Coffee out on the patio this morning.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Victorian Killer Wallpaper...!

As you know, they did some crazy stuff back in the Victorian days, some of them were not very healthy.

Many of the things done back then could and often did, cause death. Seems almost as if the people of that time wanted to take chances with their lives and health. For that, they paid a terrible price at times.

Wallpaper



Photo credit: EvoNews

Rather than 50 Shades of Gray, the Victorians were passionate about the color green. In fact, green wallpaper was to the home what an iPad Air is to tablets. This love of green came about because of the end of the window tax and gas lamps. With natural light flooding in during the day and better light at night, the Victorians unleashed their inner passion for bright colors.

The fashionable color to dress the walls with wasn’t just any green. It had to be a lush shade called Scheele’s Green. Not only was it bright, but it resisted fading—an extra boon. The dark side of this colorful wall dressing was that it slowly poisoned people. Copper arsenite, an arsenic derivative, gave it the rich color. Breathing air polluted with arsenic vapor had the potential to kill . . . and often did.

Whole families ailed and died, with children especially at risk. The signs of arsenic poisoning were similar to diphtheria, so many politicians remained skeptical of the danger. And those doctors who did voice concern about arsenic were often publicly ridiculed, especially by companies producing the wallpaper!

It took until 1903 for arsenic compounds to be forbidden as a food additive, but the use of arsenic in wallpaper was never formally banned.

I took this article from Listverse. If you want to read about some other deadly things done in Victorian times you might go check it out.

Coffee out on the hot and muggy patio this morning.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Lord Lucan On Monday Mystery...!

Let's take a look at a fairly recent mystery from the 1970s. This one involves a murder suspect and his disappearance. No one is really sure what happened to him, but plenty of speculation is still lingering, as you might expect.

What Really Happened To Lord Lucan?



Photo credit: Photoshot

During the 1970s, the mystery surrounding the disappearance of Lord Lucan, as well as the death of his supposed victim, was huge news in the streets of London. After being accused of killing his children’s nanny and attacking his own wife, Lord Lucan (aka Richard John Bingham, 7th Earl of Lucan) seemed to disappear off the face of the Earth, and not much was known about where he disappeared to—until now.

Novelist Peter James has recently suggested that Lord Lucan’s aristocratic circle of gambling friends (known as the Clermont Set) helped him escape England in a “light plane” to Montreux, Switzerland.[8] However, after Lucan began talking about how he wanted to contact his children to let them know he was alright, the group was spooked and had him killed “Mafia-style.” His body is believed to have been buried in Switzerland out of fear that the group’s involvement in Lucan’s escape would be revealed.

In recent years, some have even suggested that Lucan was in fact innocent of the murder. However, this fact continues to be disputed.

This story was taken from the folks at Listverse...and I thank them for it.

Coffee out on the patio if the weather co-operates. Otherwise, we'll have it in the kitchen.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Sunday Once Again...!

Let's go back to the days when we had some old timey 'toons on Sunday, OK?

Getting harder and harder to find the really good ones anymore, ya know? Seems like the new stuff is what most kids want now days. Give me the older ones every time!







And maybe just one more...



Well, I reckon that's enough for today. Since it's raining again I'm gonna read a book and then it's nap time!

Coffee in the kitchen this morning. Fresh banana bread I'll share, though.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

The Many Interest Of H.G. Wells...

I may have mentioned the fact before that I am an avid reader. In fact, everyone in my family is pretty passionate about reading.

When researching a particular writer or book, I occasionally run across some little tidbit of information about that writer that I feel I should share with you. The following piece of info might just surprise you, though.I know it caught me off-guard.

H.G. Wells
Little Wars



The author of War of the Worlds and The Time Machine, H.G. Wells is known today as the father of science fiction. While alive, however, Wells was a man of many interests. In addition to sci-fi, he wrote several books on history, politics, and . . . gaming.

One of Wells’s favorite pastimes was miniature wargaming, now a worldwide hobby. Wargaming seeks to reenact (or simply play through) military conflicts with model soldiers. Notable examples today include Black Powder and Warhammer 40,000. Most miniature wargames are dependent upon rulebooks for coherent play, and Wells penned one of the first: Little Wars.

Compared to modern wargaming tomes, Little Wars wasn’t much. But this attempt to establish a basic consistency in miniature wargames more or less caused the hobby to gain momentum. In fact, Wells is now considered the father of miniature wargaming in addition to science-fiction.

Somewhat ironically, Wells was a pacifist.

Who would have thunk it? Certainly not me! I wouldn't believe for a minute that Wells was an avid Wargamer, as well as an author. Then to top it off, I find out he was a pacifist...? Way too much info for me, I think.

Coffee in the kitchen this morning. Raining again outside.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Some More Strange Animals...!

We have some strange critters around the world, most of which we don't get to see. Lucky for us, there are some folks out there that take a camera with them when they find these critters.



How about this one...?



Well, that should do t for this version of Freaky Friday. Pretty strange, right?

Coffee inside again today!

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Some Pretty Amazing Pictures...!

I wanted to share these pictures with you today. These are real pictures, without any photoshopping or editing. As you can see, there are some strange things out there, if we only know where to look!



Not something you would see everyday, I'd say.

Coffee inside again today. I still am looking for rain!

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Wild Bill's First Gunfight...!

Did you ever wonder just how the legend of some of our most famous gunfighters got started? We,, here is the story behind one of them.

Wild Bill Hickok’s first gunfight

Wild Bill Hickok begins to establish his reputation as a gunfighter after he coolly shoots three men during a shootout in Nebraska.

Born in Homer (later called Troy Grove), Illinois, James Butler Hickok moved to Kansas in 1855 at the age of 18. There he filed a homestead claim, took odd jobs, and began calling himself by his father’s name, Bill. A skilled marksman, Hickok honed his abilities as a gunslinger. Though Hickok was not looking for trouble, he liked to be ready to defend himself, and his ability with a pistol soon proved useful.

By the summer of 1861, Hickok was working as a stock tender at a stage depot in Nebraska called Rock Creek Station. Across the creek lived Dave McCanles, a mean-spirited man who disliked Hickok for some reason. McCanles enjoyed insulting the young stockman, calling him Duck Bill and claiming he was a hermaphrodite. Hickok took his revenge by secretly romancing McCanles’ mistress, Sarah Shull.

On this day in 1861, the tension between Hickok and McCanles came to a head. McCanles may have learned about the affair between Shull and Hickok, though his motivations are not clear. He arrived at the station with two other men and his 12-year-old-son and exchanged angry words with the station manager. Then McCanles spotted Hickok standing behind a curtain partition. He threatened to drag “Duck Bill” outside and give him a thrashing. Demonstrating remarkable coolness for a 24-year-old who had never been involved in a gunfight, Hickok replied, “There will be one less son-of-a-bitch when you try that.”

McCanles ignored the warning. When he approached the curtain, Hickok shot him in the chest. McCanles staggered out of the building and died in the arms of his son. Hearing the shots, the two other gunmen ran in. Hickok shot one of them twice and winged the other. The other workers at the station finished them off.

The story of Hickok’s first gunfight spread quickly, establishing his reputation as a skilled gunman. In 1867, Harper’s New Monthly Magazine published a highly exaggerated account of the shoot-out which claimed Hickok had single-handedly killed nine men. The article quoted Hickok as saying, “I was wild and I struck savage blows.” Thus began the legendary career of “Wild Bill.”

For the next 15 years, Hickok would further embellish his reputation with genuine acts of daring, though the popular accounts continued to exceed the reality. He died in 1876 at the age of 39, shot in the back of the head by a young would-be gunfighter looking for fame.

No matter how fast you were, there was always someone faster and more sneaky, it seems. Some folks were willing to shoot a person in the back of the head, merely to build a reputation. Seems like a bit of that is still going on today, right?

Coffee in the kitchen this morning. I believe the rain is coming back.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Remembering Sergeant Bill...!

Just who was Sergeant Bill you may ask? Well, that's an interesting story that I think you will find educational.

Sergeant Bill, a Tough Old Goat!



Sergeant Bill in uniform with soldier friend.
(Photo: Broadview Museum)

A goat named Bill was pulling a cart in a small town in Saskatchewan when a train, carrying soldiers on their way to fight in the First World War, stopped. The girl who owned Bill let the soldiers take him along as a good luck charm. Mascots were not supposed to go to the front lines, but the soldiers had become very attached to the goat so they hid him in a big crate and took him with them.

Sergeant Bill, as the goat was called, was a big help. He saw action beside his human friends in many battles, including one where he pushed three soldiers into a trench just seconds before a shell exploded where they had been standing.

Despite being wounded several times, Sergeant Bill survived the war. Once the fighting was over, he was even part of a big parade in Germany, proudly wearing a fancy blue coat with his sergeant stripes. He then returned to his hometown where he was reunited with his owner.

Isn't it refreshing to hear a story like this coming from suck a terrible time in our history? I thought so.

Coffee out on the patio again this morning. Fresh cookies to share!

Monday, July 10, 2017

The Big Grey Man On Monday Mystery...!

Once in a great while, there is a tale from another part of the world that sounds a lot like those we hear a lot closer to home.

From Scotland, for instance, is this story of something called the Big Grey Man. Sort of the Yeti of Scotland, I suppose. Either way, here is the story from Listverse for you to ponder.

The Big Grey Man Of Ben MacDhui



Photo credit: Brocken Inaglory

Known in Scotland as Am Fear Liath Mor, the Big Grey Man of Ben MacDhui is a cryptid, similar to the Yeti or Bigfoot. He is said to be found on Ben MacDhui, the largest peak in the Cairngorm Mountains, and it first became more than a local legend in 1889, when Professor Norman Collie allegedly saw it.[2] Though he technically didn’t see the Grey Man, he was quoted as saying: “I heard something else other than my own footsteps. For every few steps I took I heard a crunch and then another crunch as if someone was walking after me but taking footsteps three or four times the length of my own.”

Various other accounts have come from a number of people since then, including Peter Densham, a member of the airplane rescue team for Ben MacDhui. Naturalist and mountaineer Alexander Tewnion also claimed to have seen the Grey Man, firing three shots from his pistol at a figure which charged at him through the mist. A Brocken spectre, a phenomenon where an observer’s shadow is cast upon the surfaces of clouds opposite the Sun, has been claimed to be the cause of these so-called sightings, although that doesn’t explain the sound of an extra pair of footsteps.

So, what do you reckon this "Grey Man" is? A figment of someone's imagination, maybe a figure seen after one or two at the pub? Or could it be something even more sinister...?

Coffee out on the patio this morning, if you don't mind.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Something A Little Different...!

Instead of having the cartoons today, let's do some brain games instead. These are pretty easy, so you shouldn't have any trouble with them. Ready...?



There! That wasn't too bad, was it?

Coffee out on the patio again.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Gotta Pain In My Ear...!

No, not me ! The man in the following story did, though. Pretty tough gentleman, sounds like to me.

I mean, if I had the slightest notion that I had a spider crawl in my ear, I would have gone to the hospital right away! No messing around, ya know?

Did You Try Nuking It?



One morning in 2014, Hendrik Helmer woke up to a stabbing pain in his ear. Since he was from Australia, Helmer naturally assumed that a spider had crawled in there while he was asleep. With that in mind, he did what any Australian would do, and tried to ignore it. When the pain not only failed to subside but got worse over the next few hours, he decided to take action.

Initially, he tried to drown the beast with water. When that failed, he decided a vacuum might be able to suck it out, which just made the creature squirm around more inside him. With all his reasonable options exhausted, Helmer decided to try a last-ditch attempt and go to the hospital.

When the doctor examined Helmer, she could see that there was something alive inside, but could not quite make out what. In a short procedure, she poured olive oil into the man’s ear, which usually drives animals out of the ear canal. In this case, the creature appears to have drowned, allowing the doctor to remove it, and finally reveal that a 2 cm (0.79 inch) cockroach was the culprit behind all of Helmer’s pain. Helmer was relatively unfazed by his ordeal, although several of his friends began sleeping with earphones.

I can't imagine what's worse...a spider in the ear, or a roach! Personally, I don't want either one in my ear...and that's a fact!

Coffee out on the patio before it gets any hotter!

Friday, July 7, 2017

Murdered Trappers For Freaky Friday...!

Here is another case of people being murdered and no one brought to justce for the crime.

That sort of thing seemed to happen a lot before we had all the modern crime fighting tools that we have today. I wonder if any of those tools would have helped in this case, though.

The Case Of The Three Trappers



During the winter of 1924, three men from Bend, Oregon, decided to spend the season in an isolated log cabin near Lava Lake and do some fur trapping. Those men were Edward Nichols, Roy Wilson, and Dewey Morris.

Come spring, some of their friends and family ventured to the cabin to check on the men. They found an abandoned house and patches of blood leading toward the lake. It wasn’t until the ice melted that they were able to see the true gruesomeness of the event. All three men had been shot, butchered, and dumped in the lake under the ice. It appeared as though they had been taken by surprise because Nichols, although missing part of his chest and lower jaw from a shotgun blast, was still wearing his reading glasses.

While looking for motive, police discovered Lee Collins, another trapper who’d had an argument with Nichols over a missing wallet and threatened to “get even.” A little more digging revealed that Collins was actually Charles Kimzey, a man with a previous arrest for robbery and assault. However, investigators didn’t believe Kimzey alone could have dispatched the three men that quickly and effortlessly, even with the element of surprise.

It took five years before police finally apprehended Kimzey, only for him to be acquitted due to insufficient evidence. The gruesome case remains unsolved with several lingering questions: Was Kimzey involved? Did he have a partner? If not him, then who?

As in so many cases like this, more questions than answers arise. Can't help but wonder what really took place at that lonely cabit in the woods.

Coffee out on the patio again this morning.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

See? I Told Ya It Was Real...!

I'm sure that Marco Polo would be saying something like that if he were alive when the legendary Xanadu was uncovered.

Marco was probably thought crazy when he told of the wondrous Xanadu, palace of the great Khan. In reality, it just sounded too great a place to be real. Turns out, Marco Polo wasn't exaggerating.

Xanadu: The Palace Of Kublai Khan



Photo credit: Zhenglan Qi Administration of Cultural Heritage of the site of Xanadu City

Marco Polo came back from China with some incredible descriptions of Kublai Khan’s empire. The most incredible of all, though, was Xanadu, the palace of the great khan.

Xanadu, Marco Polo said, was a marble palace surrounded by a massive, 26-kilometer-wide (16 mi) park filled with fountains, rivers, and wild animals. There, the khan kept 10,000 pure white horses in a golden palace guarded by dragons. It was, in short, a paradise unlike any on Earth.

The palace was destroyed by the Ming army in 1369, long before most Europeans got the chance to see it. As the centuries passed by, it slipped into legend. It was a place poets wrote about but was little more than the stuff of imagination.

Since then, though, the site of Kublai Khan’s palace has been uncovered, and we’ve found that Marco Polo wasn’t exaggerating. The khan’s home was twice as big as the White House, surrounded by a massive park that seems to have once held a wild menagerie of animals from around the world.

There are ramps for horses in every part of it, and it even has the dragons Marco Polo described. They’re statues sitting atop of pillars that have been painted yellow—but they’re posed exactly as he said they were.

Sometimes it turns out that the tall tales some folks tell are more than that, and just may contain a kernel of truth. Maybe we should listen a little better!

Coffee out on the patio again this morning.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Bill Doolin Escapes On Western Wednesday...!

Sometimes in the old west, it seemed almost impossible to keep some of the bad guys locked up.

Escape was much more commonplace back then than we would think. Almost seemed impossible to keep the bad guys locked up for very long. However, many lawmen of the day were tenacious as bull dogs and were bound and determined to re-capture them, no matter what.

Bill Doolin escapes from jail

The famous outlaw Bill Doolin escapes from an Oklahoma jail after only a few months of captivity.

Like many outlaws, William Doolin only gradually fell into a life of crime. Born in Arkansas in 1858, the tall and slim Doolin went west at the age of 23. He found work as a cowboy on several Oklahoma ranches and was widely regarded as a trustworthy and capable employee.

Doolin’s life course changed forever when a beer party in southern Kansas turned violent and two deputy sheriffs ended up dead. Doolin’s exact role in the murders was unclear, but evidence of his guilt was substantial enough to raise the chance of prison. Unwilling to risk a trial, Doolin became a fugitive. Cool, intelligent, and a skilled shot, Doolin was suited to the outlaw life. Traveling throughout the West, he robbed banks and trains, sold illegal whiskey to Indians, rustled cattle and horses, and killed several men. He formed a criminal gang that occasionally joined forces with the Dalton brothers to rob banks in Oklahoma and Missouri.

As a robber, Doolin was more successful than most because of his careful planning, but success inevitably attracted the unwanted attention of the law. In January 1896, Doolin returned to Arkansas. While Doolin was taking the medicinal waters at a resort called Eureka Springs, the famous Oklahoma lawman William Tilghman arrested him without a struggle.

Tilghman transferred Doolin to a jail at Guthrie, Oklahoma, to await trial. On this day in 1896, Doolin managed to escape, but was free only for a short time. A few weeks later, on August 25, a posse caught up with Doolin at Lawson, Oklahoma. Doolin resisted arrest, and in the ensuing gun battle, lawmen shot him to death.

It seems a shame that someone so good at planning and avoiding capture, couldn't or wouldn't find a legal job. Guess the pay just wasn't enough or the work was too hard to warrant a lifestyle change.

Coffee out on the patio this morning, if that's alright with you.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

I Hate You, Sherlock Holmes...!

Not often does an author hate his own character so much that he kills that character in one of his stories.

However, that's exactly what Sir Arthur Conan Doyle did. He killed off one of the most popular characters in the literary world at the time. Thinking the deed was finally bringing an end to the object of his dislike, Doyle discovered that the public wasn't ready for Sherlock Holmes to disappear just yet.

Sherlock Holmes



Photo credit: Herbert Rose Barraud

If you can only name one 19th-century literary character, it’s probably Sherlock Holmes. The hugely popular detective wowed audiences with his insane adventures and superhuman powers of deduction. Some have even credited the imaginary investigator with bringing the art of forensics to real-world crime fighters. So what could possibly defeat the greatest detective who ever “lived?” His own creator, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

In an odd turn of events for a massively popular author, Doyle absolutely hated Holmes. In fact, it was the character’s popularity that fueled Doyle’s hatred. Desperate for money, a young Doyle wrote fiction to supplement his income, playing with topics like man-eating plants and mummies before finally finding an audience with his detective character, Sherlock Holmes. Despite immediate commercial success, Doyle regarded his work with Holmes as cheap and hacky and preferred instead to work with more historical subjects. The public only wanted Holmes, however, and Doyle found himself growing exhausted by the increasing workload and ever more resentful of the fictitious man whose reputation was overshadowing his own.

So he tried to kill him. In the short story “The Final Problem,” Doyle sent his legendary super-sleuth out in style, throwing both he and his nemesis, Professor Moriarty, over a waterfall. Doyle said the decision was an act of self-defense, claiming, “If I had not killed him, he would certainly have killed me.”[1] Despite this passionate hatred, however, Doyle eventually gave in and brought Holmes back from his “faked death.” He continued writing stories he couldn’t stand for the rest of his life.

I, for one, am glad that Sherlock Holmes was brought back to life. I've always enjoyed the character very much, and find the stories about his cases fascinating and a good read. But what do I know?

Coffee out on the patio this morning. Happy 4TH everyone! Please be safe!

Monday, July 3, 2017

Demon Storm's Face For Monday Mystery...

You know how we sometimes get the feeling that our storms and bad weather is actually alive? Want to see a picture of one such event?

Now, I realize that this is only a coincidence, but it's pretty spooky just the same. I may never look at a weather map again without seeing something like this watching me.

Matthew’s Face



Photo credit: The Telegraph

Hurricane Matthew arrived near the end of 2016, the first Category 5 storm since Felix in 2007. Matthew caused catastrophic damage and severe loss of life numbering in the hundreds. The impoverished island nation of Haiti bore the brunt, with casualty estimates ranging from around 500 to over 1,300 people.

As Matthew made landfall in Haiti on October 4, the infrared image above was rendered by a NASA weather satellite. The storm’s shape bears an obvious resemblance to that of a grinning skull, seen in profile, with the figurative “eye” of the skull being the literal eye of the storm.Coincidence? Certainly. Spooky as hell? We will let you be the judge.

I hate to say it, but here in Houston, we have dodged the bullet for several years now. The law of averages say that this may just be the year we get hit with another big storm. I hope not!

Coffee out on the patio this morning.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Some Sunday Funnies From Long Ago...

I keep going back to the old cartoons, just because I think they are better than today!







And maybe just one more...



Guess that's enough for today. Have a great day...OK?

Coffee out on the patio this morning.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Go Hunting With An Eagle...!

Many of us think we only use falcons as hunting birds, but eagles have been used (and still are) to hunt with for a long time.

Hunting With Eagles



Photo credit: baomoi.com

Though Haast’s eagle feasted on the Maori in ancient times, the golden eagle has been trained throughout history to hunt for our food rather than our flesh. Using seven different techniques depending on the nature of prey, the golden eagle was reserved for the falconry of kings in medieval Europe. The ancestral eagle hunting traditions of Turkic people, most notably the Mongolians, continue today.

Taken from the nest as eaglets, they are raised by only one master to form a powerful personal bond. After being treated as family for a decade, they are released into the wild for natural reproduction. Eagle hunters ride on horseback to follow the attacks on various prey items such as the wolves, foxes, and hares of the Eurasian steppe.

I'd say that this is one pet you don't want to mess with. Know what I mean?

Coffee out on the patio again this morning, OK?