4.16.2007

etranger, stranger ...


etranger, stranger ..., originally uploaded by pr9000.

Last year, it took me until late December to fly enough miles to hit Silver, the lowest of the Northwest Airlines "elite" memberships.

This year, I'm more than halfway there, and it's only April.

This year, I've got a Hertz Gold membership. I've got status with Marriott. I'm Silver. And none of it matters.

Traveling sucks.

4.12.2007

all dialog guaranteed true

thursday, april 12, 2007
8:02

me:
glaring errors?
you tell me george and susan b. weren't gettin' it on

navyspouse3:
Maybe if she dug up his corpse....

me:
were they that far apart?

navyspouse3:
SBA, 1820 - 1906, according to wikipediwrong. And George probably would've considered himself a vet of the 7 years war. But that's more semantics. One man's Bull Run is another man's Manassas.

me:
didn't she make the first flag?

navyspouse3:
Betsy Ross, dude.

me:
AHHHHHH
lol
i totally got my two historical babes mixed up
damn.

navyspouse3:
SBA was the women's suffrage activist.
And no man of George's stature would've touched SBA...except maybe with a bat.

me:
you think george got good colonial tail?

navyspouse3:
I think the term Battle Axe was first applied to a woman referring to her.
Oh heck yeah. Powerful man like that HAD to get the colonial tail.

me:
i don't want to think of george being like that.
i know franklin was
jefferson too
definitely hamilton
but not washington.

navyspouse3:
Just look at Franklin, Jefferson...and the guy was away from the plantation for what, 80% of his adult life? I'd love to think he was faithful to Martha, but it's not like he was without ego.

me:
so you think the "crossed the delaware" a lot then.
duffy was threatening legal action if i kept making fun of jefferson.
he said i could use elbridge gerry and hamilton.

navyspouse3:
You know he made some trips to South Philly and Olde Times Square to sample the local flavor.
Ye Olde Times Square Nude etchings store.

me:
lol
he was a big fan of the magazine "juggs of an outstanding prominence"

navyspouse3:
LOL... I like Jefferson, A LOT, him and Franklin...but it's silly to be blind to what we KNOW to be the case, for several of them.

me:
"when in the course of human events I must have some poo-nanny lest I go insane"
yes
the contemporary-standards-to-past-historical-figures thing bothers me.

navyspouse3:
Put it this way, knowing what we know today about men in those positions of power -- and knowing that there were at least a few men of similar stature back then who behaved the same -- it just seems more likely than not to me. But George could've been the Jimmy Carter of 1795, lusting only in his heart and feeling guilty even about that.

The first and last suggestion you will ever see, anywhere, of similarities between Jimmy Carter and George Washington.

me:
except on huffingtonpost.com or airamerica.com

navyspouse3:
In 1869, long time friends Frederick Douglass and Susan B. Anthony found themselves, for the first time, on opposing sides of a debate. The Equal Rights Association, which had originally fought for both blacks’ and women’s right to suffrage, voted to support the 15th Amendment to the Constitution granting suffrage to black men, but not women. Anthony questioned why women should support this amendment when black men were not continuing to show support for women’s voting rights.

Frederick Douglass replied, "Give dem crazy bitches the vote? Bitch, you cookin?"

me:
lol
and would it decrease his stature in your eyes if george were the bill clinton of his era?
(last time you'll see washington and bubba compared, at least from me)

i think he muttered something about her "laffy taffy" and walked away

navyspouse3:
First thing that went through my head reading the passage above. I'm a bad man. But I had to take my mind off the picture of Susan B Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton on that wiki page. Enough to make my dick permanently soft.

It would not decrease my opinion of George if he were a horndog, BTW. That wasn't what bothered me about WJC, anyway.

me:
i can't say that i'm bothered by anyone being a horndog, as i totally understand the impulse
i can say i'm bothered by infidelity
but i'm weird that way
in that i'm SURE he made a promise before god not to do that
as did i
and i take that insanely, earth-shatteringly seriously
make a promise to The Big Man
you really gotta keep it
at the same time
i vacillate
b/c i know it happens
and i know otherwise good people do it
and i know that spouses have learned to make peace with it

navyspouse3:
Right, and it's not something I would do either. I don't approve of it, but it's not something it's my place to judge.

me:
but is it judging to say "i disagree with that, and i think it shows a flaw in personality, therefore i won't be associated with that person anymore?"

navyspouse3:
That's your choice; On a personal level, I don't disagree with it, and would probably feel the same way, because if they've really made a commitment to their spouse that they're breaking, then they're probably not going to be trustworthy with you either.

me:
i keep hearing "render unto caesar what is caesar's; render unto god what is god's"
26:51
in that case, i'm naming my first born "caesar yahweh"

navyspouse3:
But, I've also known people with "arrangements" that I didn't know about at the time (and why should I?) which puts a different light on the situation, for me anyway.

me:
i was going to blog this
but it looks too deep

navyspouse3:
Sure, why not?

me:
if you're OK with it
i thought it'd be funny
but it turned awfully serious

navyspouse3:
I could throw in a joke about the size of Thomas Jefferson's "Little Jeff" if that would lighten it up at all.

me:
go for it

navyspouse3:
And since Duffy doesn't know where to find me, so much the better.

me:
LOL

4.11.2007

only in pittsburgh


only in pittsburgh, originally uploaded by pr9000.

So the missus and I are going through Pittsburgh International Airport -- finest airport mall in the nation, far as I'm concerned -- and as we come up the escalator from the tram, we see these two distinguished gentlemen.

Only in a football-crazy city would you dare put a running back next to the father of our country. That's right, it's George Freaking Washington, the father of our country, standing next to Franco Harris.

One wonders what kind of conversation the two would have ...

George: I cannot tell a lie ... I chopped down that cherry tree.
Franco: I cannot tell a lie ... The ball kind of hit the turf.
George: When we crossed the Delaware, I really thought we were going to lose to the Brits.
Franco: I know what you mean. I thought Jackie Smith was going to hold onto that ball in the end zone.
George: You guys let them come back toward the end there.
Franco: Yeah. I'm sure Benedict Arnold didn't help you guys either.
George: Hell no. But we persevered. As did you and the rest of the team, especially when Bradshaw channeled his inner Bubby Brister against the Rams in XIV.
Franco: You follow the NFL?
George: Yeah. I'm a Patriots guy myself.
Franco: Figures.
George: I like the old, red unis best though. Pat Patriot looked a lot like Jefferson, especially in that position.
Franco: Uh ... are you saying ...
George: Jeff? "As a two dollar bill," as Ben Franklin would say.
Franco: Well, you know, there actually is a two dollar bill now. Not too popular, but it's there.
George: Wow. It's hard to keep track of all the currency changes ... I heard there was some harlot on a dollar coin not too long ago.
Franco: Native American.
George: Huh?
Franco: The new term is "Native American" ... they weren't really "Indians," you know. Columbus thought he landed in the East Indies, hence the term. But it's not accurate.
George: I was talking about Susie Anthony. She was the town butter churn, if you know what I mean ... Another one: I cannot tell a lie -- I tapped that ass.
Franco: You're freaking me out here.
George: (pauses) Wait: so now I'm a hero of the "French and Native American Wars?"
Franco: Genocidal. I wouldn't put that war on your resume, if you know what I mean.
George: It's much easier following football.
Franco: Tell me about it.

4.10.2007

sleepy


sleepy, originally uploaded by pr9000.

I saw my nephew, Ryan, over the weekend. I took some fun shots of him and his sister. This one was just him, trying to sleep while his uncle kept moving the damn pillow. Looks like he scratched himself under his right eye. In keeping with the Dogma theory of photography, I will not airbrush it out. I will brightness/contrast the hell out it, but I won't use the rubber stamp tool. I have standards ...

4.03.2007

midmorning nap


midmorning nap, originally uploaded by pr9000.

I'm fricking exhausted. For some reason, I've been putting in those solid 8-to-5 days over the past few weeks.

First was for an event I coordinated for my company here in town that was well attended, but left me gasping for breath. And now the follow up, plus a whole host of other things, have me ready to pass out.

In addition, the Rickenbacker sold, as well as two of our unneeded snowblowers, and the Beetle is on the market.

It's just exhausting -- too much going on right now, and I've totally stopped exercising. This is it; I'm only going to get fatter and more out of shape from here.

Of course, one might say that trip is a short one.

I'm glad to see an old friend is blogging again. John and I ran the long-lamented pr9000.net website a few years back -- hard to believe, but it was in October 2001 that we started. And he and I blogged for a long time, though I'm not sure you'd call it a blog as much as a wanna-be Slate Jr. It was fun, we had some great writers, and it fizzled out the way most things do that I touch.

John and I then blogged together, and then separately ... he dropped off, as I did, and my cajoling may have helped him start again. Of course, I've been on his ass about upgrading from 10.2 to anything released in the second Bush administration, and that's not worked too well, last time I checked.

I'm trying to do business with my old employer, and it's going to be interesting from here on out. It's very odd to deal with people you used to work with, especially on this side of a transaction. I hope it all goes well, but regardless -- at the end of the day, I still don't have to wear a damn suit jacket and tie.