the munchkin wrangler.

They showed gratuitous looting footage from New Orleans on the newsmuppet networks this morning. It just blows the mind to see someone coming out of a store and carrying a 21" TV through waist-deep water.

You live in a city that's 80% under water. You have no drinking water or electricity. Whatinnahell are you going to do with a frickin' TV? You can't eat the stupid thing, and you can't ride out of town on it. Even if you did get it home, and your home wasn't nine feet deep under water, you couldn't use the TV because it needs electric current to work.

They go out and loot, and steal a hundred pounds of useless electronics instead of a hundred pounds of water jugs and canned food. It boggles the mind.

Posted by Marko at 11:19 AM | 0 comments    

So young, and already afflicted with an acne problem. Tragic...

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Pretty windy day...the remnants of hurricane Katrina are passing over Tennessee on their way north to Kentucky, and we have 30mph winds outside right now. Compared to the 150+ mph winds they had down on the Gulf coast, those are pretty paltry wind speeds, but I can see neighbor trashcans slide across the street as I type this. I had to close the screen doors that usually remain open for easy dog access, because the wind was slamming them around too much.

I don't even want to imagine what a 100+ mph wind would do to this place.

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First post at the new place...yay!

For those of you just tuning in, my previous blog entries can be found at the old Ministry of Torque and Recoil, hosted on my web space at Frontiernet.

Why the name change?

If you've been following my exploits lately, you'll know that my priorities have shifted a wee bit since the birth of Quinn. I even sold the torque part of the ministry, my beloved Ninja 250, because I found myself unwilling to continue risking my hide. (I keep telling folks that I know I'm a skilled rider, but I also know that 80%+ of all cagers on the road are stupid, unskilled, or both.) After getting almost cleaned off the bike twice by inattentive locals in two-ton Battlestar Medicare behemoths, I decided that it was time to sell the bike.

I'm still very much into the whole recoil thing, but the torque addiction will have to lay dormant until much later, when I am one of those beergut-adorned midlife crisis types who go out and buy Harleys in their forties.

To reflect the change in my priorities, I have titled the new blog "the munchkin wrangler", which is what I give out as my profession whenever somebody asks.

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