A light, airy, effervescent, blog of grave consequence. (NOT!) Dedicated to those of us who must respond to negative stimuli by Chernobyling (entombing in concrete) our innermost thoughts.

Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Another one for Ma.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Woo Hoo! Ultimate Recoil, Here I Come!

My new bullets arrived last week for my S&W Performance Center 500 Magnum Pistol.

700gr hard cast tyrannosaurus stoppers from Ranger Rick.

27 grains of Hodgdon Lil' Gun should put them right about 1340fps.

For Reference Left to Right

.357 Mag - .45 ACP - 300gr JHP - 350gr JHP - 700gr HC

For additional reference, a 12ga slug masses about 485gr and a 3" Magnum shell will generally only hit about 1760fps.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


Hot Dogs should be redesigned to prevent choking.

Let me see if I've got this straight. Child abuse via gross negligence means that I need to drink my sausages? Christ. Some people shouldn't breed.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

New Orleans

Zydeco Day

Friday, February 19, 2010

Timestamp test


Thursday, February 18, 2010

So who had the Under?

Link to posting from 1501 EST.


Pilot's manifesto is kinda lengthy. Here's an Evil's Notes version:

Dude tries to pass himself off as a religious institution to reduce his tax load. Gets bent over. Whines about it as if it was somebody else's fault.

Dude spends $5000 and 1000 hours pissing and moaning to congressman about tax law he obviously understands rather than pay his taxes on time because his employer is not legally obligated to withhold them. Gets Bent Over. Whines about it as if it was somebody else's fault.

Dude moves to Austin from SoCal thinking that Austin is different from SoCal. Gets Bent Over. Whines about it as if it was somebody else's fault.

Software engineer can't find an engineering job in Dell Country? In 2003?? Gets Bent Over. Whines about it as if it was somebody else's fault.

Cashes in IRA, doesn't pay taxes on it. Gets Bent Over. Whines about it as if it was somebody else's fault.

Sets his house on fire in attempt to murder his step daughter and then crashes a plane and his own pompous ass into a building to stick it to "tha man."


Terrorism in Austin?

Watching the developing story about the "small" plane that crashed into the building at 9400 Research Blvd in Austin, TX this morning. A few initial comments:

First, if that was honestly, a "small" plane like a Cessna 172 or something, it was going pretty God-damned quick to do that much damage to the building. Little planes don't weigh much and even at max speed of about 150kt won't make a building look like Tim McVeigh just paid it a visit.

Second: One news report quote an authority as saying the build is in an airport approach path. Bullshit. If that "plane" was heading for Barksdale, he was 90 degrees off heading at a high rate of speed.

Third: There seem to be traffic cameras and whatnot around that area. Any film of the plane? Any eye-witnesses see the plane? I haven't seen any published accounts yet.

And fourth: Since the CIA is housed in the building next door, my guess is a bomb until proven otherwise.


Don't know what's up with the timestamps on my mobile posts.


I'm setting 1500CST as the over/under time for the media to start calling the pilot right wing and comparing him to tea partiers.

The taxman's comeupance..

Plane left out of Waco. IRS housed in first floor of target.

Cirrus SR22

A high performance (310hp) single engine low winger with max weight of 3400#, fuel cap of 98 gallons and top speed easily over 200mph. Not your average "small plane".

OK, it was a plane

But I called the intentionality. Pilot set his house ablaze before heading to the sky.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

The Saints and Us

In Catholic theology, the saints receive their reward in Heaven rather than on earth. And for 43 years, the fans of the team from New Orleans have lived the asceticism of worldly football struggles. There have been glimpses of paradise: the first kickoff runback by John Gilliam for a touchdown in 1967, Tom Dempsey's game-winning 63-yard field goal in 1970, Steve Gleason's blocked punt in the first home game in the Superdome following Hurricane Katrina. But just like a saint who experiences brief glimpses of the glory of God during his earthly life, it always seemed that the Saints were destined to be martyrs, as Archbishop Philip Hannan famously remarked in 1966 when consulted about the choice for a name for the newest NFL franchise.

It's hard to imagine an American city that has gone through the ups and downs of New Orleans. Founded by the French, ceded to the Spanish, sold to the Americans, populated by the Haitians, challenged by the British, and blessed and cursed by its location and the abundance of natural resources, New Orleans was the wealthiest and third most populous city in America in 1840. But the location and natural resources of the city eventually took their toll. The city had a hard time expanding, and an overreliance on waterborne trade and oil caused the local economy to suffer. And then there's those hurricanes and floods.

But throughout it all, New Orleanians have never lost our unique joie de vivre. We have our own deep faith, customs, language, music, and food. Text message a New Orleanian that you're watching the Saints game with a priest and eating red beans, andouille, king cake, and Abita at a bar at the uptown lakeside corner of Tchoupitoulas and Lyons, and he knows you're talking about F&M's. And he's not surprised. And he can pronounce all the words in that sentence. 

Although the city has experienced disaster before, Hurricane Katrina was exceptional in its destruction, not only to the infrastructure, but to neighborhoods, local communities, the Church, and morale.

And since the storm, we have needed a symbol for our renaissance. It could have come from the outpouring of charity we received. It could have come from the revamping of city government. It could have come from the commitments of outside businessmen, artists, musicians, actors, and celebrities who have taken an interest in our home and are trumpeting our story. But it is fitting that the symbol of our renaissance is one of our own. It's the team that was never supposed to win. It's the team that lost its home to the storm. It's the team that traveled like refugees for a year, like so many of our residents. It's a team of misfits and cast-offs and players left for football dead. And they showed us that they could do it. They did it for us, and they did it with us, especially our prayers and our noisy help. And they did it in that dome, scarred by Katrina and marked by the suffering of so many. The Louisiana Superdome is now the Home of the Super Bowl Champions. As the front-page headline of the New Orleans Times-Picayune read on Monday morning: "Amen!" 

 -- Msgr. Christopher H. Nalty is a native New Orleanian.  He is the pastor of Good Shepherd Parish on Napoleon Avenue in Uptown New Orleans.

Thursday, February 04, 2010

And this is REALLY Scary.

Beware the Demonsheep!

Scary stuff from the world of science and medicine

This article gave me chills. It deals with something of which, for some unknown reason, I've always harbored a grave fear. The thought that "vegetative" patients are actually fully mentally functional but have no ability to make their bodies do anything is dreadful to me.

These doctors have just proven that it can happen. Some of these people are fully aware of their surroundings but cannot not interact except within their minds. How can you pull the plug knowing that?

In 'vegetative state' patients, brain scanners show some alert minds