Somebody Hijacked My Radio Station

Daniel-Ramos rogue djDriving home the other night, I was desperately in need of unwinding to the classic rock tunes I’m so used to on one my favorite “Classic Rock” radio stations. The day had been insane, as most of my days seem to be lately. It was a really dark, cold night and as I waited for the heat to come up in the car and seat to heat, I flipped on the radio.

Pink Floyd’s “Another Brick In The Wall” was more than half way through. Not my favorite PF tune, but I kept listening. The final words of the song just barely ended, “How can  you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat!” and then…..”Doot-doot, doot-doot, doot-doot, doot-doot…”

“There’s a port…on a western bay…”

WTF?? Brandy?

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Ravings of a Do It Yourself Geek

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OR HOW I FIXED MY CD EJECT FAILURE ISSUES

I am the family IT guy. Someone clicks on the wrong thing and it’s “Mom! My computer! Help!.” I think I have my own inquisitive nature to blame. And up until now I’d say it was partly that and part my own burning need to understand all of that which I command in my daily life. This includes every computerized gadget we own. It also includes the dog, but he’s proving a much harder subject.

So, over the years, I’ve learned how to understand the ins and outs of html as well as how to keep my PC safe from the evils that lie just beyond my keyboard. I’m paranoid bordering on neurotic about every keystroke and I’ll never, ever, ever click on those flashing ads on the side of my Facebook page. Sadly, not everyone in my household is as vigilant.

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Your Neighbors Are Watching (FYI Just in case you thought we weren’t living in a Police State)

I find it amazingly sad that many folks who do not own or use firearms are being so easily persuaded to give up their (and my) rights in such a wholesale fashion. How can supposedly mature, full grown, adult human beings not realize that giving up your basic human rights to try to fix one problem will only lead to the loss of other rights as well? Okay, right now the hot button issue is gun control. What have we got here in NY now? Hey, our illustrious Governor, who rammed through the SAFE Act in the dead of night, is offering $500 to turn in your neighbors if you “think” they have illegal firearms.

Click the Idiot for Story

Click the Idiot for Story

Hell, in New Jersey you could make a cool $1000! Nothing like neighbor turning on neighbor. Divide and conquer, n’est pas? This whole “turn in your guns” schtick is not a new concept. Check out this article with some great historical info (i.e. Facts).

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“Comrades, turn in your weapons!”
Click the Russian for the Story.

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Photoshop In the Wrong Hands – Blog

I’m not in the habit of making mountains out of mole hills. When I first saw this splashed around the internet, I laughed. What’s the big deal, I thought. So Nancy Pelosi had overstepped her bounds once again and inserted some absent female congressional members into a recent photograph she had commissioned. Who would it hurt, right? In the grand scheme of things who’ll ever look back and give a rat’s patootie who was or was not there? Unless one of the late comers was actually committing a crime during the time the photo was being taken and hoped to use it as an alibi, what’s the problem?

After thinking about it for about  five minutes, I came up with another take on it. It’s ironic that Nancy Pelosi, the target of many a freakish photoshopped image of herself, see’s no problem with this photo. It’s of all of the ladies of the 113th Congress and actually a lovely, colorful photo. There’s only one issue: not all of these ladies were actually present for the taking of said photo. Continue reading

Tragedies and Gun Rights. A Conversation.

The tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut has cast a pall on our area. We are only about 40 miles from there. Folks working in nearby Ridgefield, CT lost their children. It is a nightmare, only made worse by the time of year.

I’ve said it before. I am a gun owner. I shoot sporting clays. I follow all the rules and jump through every hoop there is so I can own my firearms safely and enjoy my sport. Myself and my fellow shooters have remained quiet in this week following the shooting out of respect for the gravity of the situation. On my Facebook timeline, I have watched as friends have posted memorial messages and photos from the funerals. Most have been so very respectful, as is expected.
But, among my friends, a few have started to publish very harsh posts aimed at gun owners. We’re being equated with the perpetrator or we’re being patronized as they implore us to “turn in your guns” as if we were all gang members waiting to go on a rampage. I stayed quiet for as long as I could, but I finally decided that being quiet simply was not something I could continue to do. I did reply to one friend’s questioning of why the NRA has no fund for victims of gun violence with a short, simple response.

Then came “S”. She is one of my friends from town. Every day she has posted heartfelt posts about the shooting. They have been constant however the tone has now changed substantially. I couldn’t sit by any more and so I added a comment. I’m no expert on any one subject. For better or for worse, here’s the convo.  I am C, she is S, her husband is Ste. The others are just some of her friends. I’ve hidden the names to protect the…whatever. Continue reading

Life Goes On.

Thankfully, the Presidential election is over. Being what is usually defined as a libertarian, and not having a horse in the race (at least not a horse worth a damn), I had truly grown tired of the endless robo-calls, requests for my money, and political phone polls. While Hurricane Sandy dealt a terrible blow to our area, the silver lining was that all forms of electronic communication ceased from the 29th of October until November 6th. And I did not miss any of it.

So, life goes on. I knew it would. Sure, my guy didn’t win. But that’s only because my guy doesn’t seem to exist. I’m not thrilled with some of the direction this country is headed in. And I was all primed to get torqued up about it before the storm hit. For some strange reason, now, I’ve entered a sort of  “Zen Zone”. I’m calmer. I’m ready to move on. It may just be that I simply don’t have the strength to bitch and convulse about the state of the union any more.

Hanging their flag upside down?

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