Then what shows up on the Blogger 'best of' site but this:
Papier Colles
Rico says check it out.
And check out my own electronic art:

(Click on the poster to download it in a larger format.)

Seems that Ann Coulter has some people who come by the house unannounced. Given the serious look she has here, I would suggest to those people that they go find someone else to pick on...
The LA Times has an article today about rioting for a second night in Paris. Seems two 'Arab youths' were out on a motorcycle and ended up under the wheels of a police car. The investigation is on-going, but the initial report had the kids turning into the path of the car, which then ran over them.
It being National Ammo Day, of course. But since the founder has extended it to a whole week, I still have today to rush out and buy some. You should, too.

Steve Wright, former curator of the Civil War Library and Museum in Philadelphia, at the grave of Louis Wiechmann, one of the Lincoln assassins. Louis was lucky; he didn't hang.
Allan Pinkerton of the Secret Service on horseback. Antietam, Maryland, main eastern theater of the war, September-October 1862. Glass negative (wet collodion). Photograph by Alexander Gardner.
For some truly splendid images of the Civil War (along with many many other old-time images), Rico says check it out: Shorpy

This one was found in Bosnia, of all places; it shows how tough these old warbirds are. The Douglas C-47 was found at an air base near Sarajevo, after a search that began last January. It will be shipped to a museum in Merville, Normandy, as a symbol of D-Day, the Houston Chronicle reported. (Courtesy of our embedded reporter in New Orleans.)
High water at Winchester; imagine having to cross this during the War (with your horses and wagon train), when they would have burned all the bridges...

If this video is still in the YouTube section at the top of my blog, Rico says check it out, especially if you know any Marines (or their wives). It's hard to watch without tearing up, at least for me, and especially tough when you see the shots of the guys coming to see their kids at grade school and then the same guys, bound for their third tours in Iraq, with their kids in high school. That means this has been a long war. Too long. (Hell, World War Two was only four years for the Americans...) Let's either figure out how to get it over with, or just drop a fuckin' nuke on the place and come home...
We went to the fourth annual conference for the Angioma Alliance last weekend, down in DC. Fascinating. About 70 people showed, mixed about evenly between the afflicted like me and their caretakers like Chris. I was, in the whole spectrum, pretty well off. A lot of folks much worse than me, and some who'll never get better. The highlight for me, besides having our choice of surgeons (I did mention that the big mahaff in Phoenix thinks he can cut the landmine out of my head, didn't I?) confirmed by others who'd had great results using him, was when I overheard one of the women noting that her internal sensation was just like being drunk. Hey, me, too, I said. Unfortunately, my doc wants me to stop drinking, so I can only be angioma-drunk now, I guess. Doesn't taste as good as single malt, that's for damn sure...
Seems this P-38 was sitting there all these years, just under the sand on a beach in Wales where it crash landed during WW2. A recent storm eroding the overlying burden and voila, there it was…
"Very nice looking piece. Can you hit anything?" (I know, I know, wrong movie.) That's me in the foreground (in my stylish if totally non-regulation red gloves for handling the powder and shot just in case there's a misfire, which would be bad for the guy with his hands in front of the muzzle), with my gun crew (3-inch Parrott rifle, and an original tube at that) at Fort Clinch in Florida. They never made a summer uniform for the Union army, but Florida would have been a damn good place to have one; it's why I like to do a Confederate 'impression' at summertime reenactments.
Why it all happened. Or, rather, the problem given the greed of the Southern planters, who couldn't figure out any other economic way to grow their crops. Imagine how different the United States would be now without that war and its aftermath... This map, of course, represents the black percentage of population during the Civil War; the distribution would look totally different now.
There are those of you out there (and you know who you are) who see me with Steve and say "wow, the guy's got a personal trainer; he must be rolling in it."
Check out this article about an 'alleged' rape that was foiled by some quick-thinking young people. While rendering the guy's face like this was good work, I would suggest that two rounds of forty-five in the chest would have not only been faster, it would have saved the public a lot of money, what with the trial and incarceration and all...


Nature plays some horrific jokes, but sometimes Man can beat it. This child (really two, with one twin half-absorbed by the other in the womb) had major surgery (it took more than 30 surgeons 27 hours to not only remove two of Lakshmi's arms and two of her legs but also to rebuild much of her body and save her organs, according to the article), and ended up losing the conjoined twin without, amazingly, losing her life. They did it in Bangalore, not New York City, too, which is even more amazing. But if you ever wondered where they came up with those images of gods with a bunch of arms and legs, this is probably it...



My dear friend Tex Tyner and his missus Candy. She's not really dead, but fer damn sure looks that way here, and it was certainly the day for it...

One is $229 and the other is $25,000.
...then as farce.