February 2011 - Argghhh!

This past November, when SWWBO and I were cruising the Caribbean, our much beloved Daughter-in-Law Ashely and Prodigal Grandson Miles Castle-sat, providing security and critter care. Part of providing security is being able to man the ramparts with the giant scattergun should the Zombie Apocalypse start. So here, Miles is going through crew drill training and familiarizing himself with the position sketch, ably supervised by his Grand-Mother-Dog, Sergeant Kiki. Given the assininity of present day...

No, that chicken is *not* chow herself. She's headed for brekkies, along with the rest of the flock-and-herd. In the US, the only definition of "free-range chicken" is that the birds have "access" to the outside - a definition so loose as to be interpreted from "they can see a window" to "they can see the outdoors and have some freedom of movement," to "they live outdoors and roam freely." The Fowl of Argghhh! fall into the latter category.

The note: Dear John, The St Vincent de Paul Society Queensland has been given a limited edition print of Australia’s 3 living Victoria Cross recipients (signed + framed) to raise money for disaster/flood affected people in Australia. We’ve placed the item online, on eBay. This is an international auction and I’m writing to see whether there is anyway your blog/website may be able to assist in the promotion of this? I have attached a media release for you providing more information...

Sezageoff was the first to hit the target, with Argent sneaking in behind him like an uncleared person scooting in the door behind someone with the keycodes... Then Slick Rick popped in with a head shot, even though I've so cowed you guys he left himself an out, the slacker. It is, indeed, a belt plug for stretching the pockets of the old-style (vice the later style adopted during WWII and beyond) cloth belts with brass spacers used for the Vickers machine gun. Well done, ladies and gents. You...

Dang fluid dynamics. Somebody goofed that bit of ground traffic control....

...a whatziss!With cat hair for scale. You may commence....

...when I open a seemingly-innocent e-mail from one of my Viet-Vet buds and see -- The weathermen say the temperature is going to drop to extreme levels tonight, and everyone should check on the elderly and the senile. Are you OK???Thanks a heap, Matt....

HF6 is going to love this one...