Rep. Ellsion and Support for Voter Fraud

Wait until the last minute of this video, then make up your own mind: Exactly what is Keith Ellison trying to protect? 




Get out there and vote on Tuesday, folks.

Rocky Horror - Let's Do the Time Warp Again

It is hard to believe that the Rocky Horror Picture Show is 35 years old.  The themes contained in the film and the overall wackiness made it a good pick to die a silent death in the popular culture swamps of 1975.  But survive it did, and eventually thrive through midnight showings starting late in the '70's. 

The story was odd at best, acting irrelevant based on the over-the-top script, but the music, ah the music was incredible.  It was the platform that eventually kicked Meatloaf's career into a higher gear, and his performance as Eddie is unforgettable. 

Rocky Horror - Hot Patootie - MyVideo

The movie is getting additional exposure now as Glee ended up doing a RHPS episode. Unfortunately, their covers lacked the rawness of this classic, and ended up sounding like American Idol rejects. Thus, for a palate cleanser, we close with the original Time Warp. It's just a jump to the left...

The Old Electronics Boy Just Ain't What He Used to Be

My entire life I've considered myself quite the electronics wunderkind.  I kept up on technology, could connect anything, fix some things, and ordinarily take care of myself and my electronics.  Unfortunately, the new house has me completely stumped.  I'm hard wired (one problem) for sound throughout the house, and have speaker on the patio, in the living room, in the basement, and in the garage.  Looks like Ryan Longwell liked music as much as I do. 

Unfortunately, I didn't have any of the equipment to drive this sonic bus, so I spent time (too much time) at Best Buy with an idiot know-nothing that really wanted to sell me a surround-sound system, and at the local nerd stereo store.  $650 later I had all of the hardware I needed, and with an additional stop at the local hardware for some extra speaker wire and wire strippers, I figured I was in business. 

FAIL. 

The amp is throwing nothing but error signals, I can barely get music out of my first of four connections, and I've lost my cool.  I know I'm chumping something easy up - a crossed wire, positive touching negative, something - but I can't find it.  I finally raised the white flag and called in the stereo geeks to see if I could pay them to do what I cannot. 

I would have been better off just sticking to my iPod headphones...

EDIT - after taking a call from a geek, finding my backbone, and logging about a half mile between the basement, patio, garage and living room, I finally successfully got up and running.  It may have taken me 18 hours, but I did it.

I think I still might have been better off sticking to my iPod headphones.

Thanks

Maybe it is the incredible windstorm, and the realization of just how weak, fragile and small we all are. Maybe it is the upcoming hunting trip with beloved family and friends. I don’t know. But for some reason, I awoke with a deep sense of thanks this morning. Thanks for my wife, family, coworkers and friends. Thankful for my job, security, and comforts. Thankful for the many people and blessings in my life.

In the hurry of our everyday lives and getting to the next item on the to-do list, it is easy to lose this perspective.

I guess that makes me thankful to be able to be thankful.

It is Time to Bench Brett Favre

It is time for Brett Favre to step aside.  His play of last night made it obvious that his heart and head are no longer in the game.  A passer rating of 50 in a critical game, nationally televised, and during his last appearance on the field in which so much had been achieved is an abject embarrassment. 

Beyond the play, look at his body language.  He wasn't coaching or cheerleading in the huddle.  He limped like a fouled soccer player after the play, but miraculously played through the pain during the game.  Where in the hell is the guy from last year? 

All of this is getting old.  Between his surgically repaired ankle, his tendonitis in his elbow, and pictures of his junk on an ex-coworker's phone, there is way too much going wrong with this guy right now to attach our playoff hopes to him. 

I never, ever, ever, thought I'd utter these words: 

Play Tavaris Jackson.  Please.

Brock Lesnar Beat Down by Velasquez

Brock Lesnar got destroyed Cain Velasquez last night.  I mean destroyed.  Lesnar started hot with his bull moves, but Velasquez countered, semi-landed some punches that surprisingly put Lesnar on the ground, then followed up with a horrific ground-and-pound that opened a horrible cut under Lesnar's left eye that's probably still bleeding.  

Weird stuff about last night:  

• Lesnar clearly didn't look like he was into it.  Not at all.  I'm not sure if the illness took its toll or what, but Brock didn't look like he wanted to be there.  
• Lesnar's beard was awesome.  Made him look like some kind of Viking or mountain man.  
• They kept repeating that the league had never had a "Mexican" champion, and keep playing up that angle throughout the night.  Well, duh.  The league hasn't been around, and is missing a Chinese, Russian, Indian, Irish... 
• Speaking of which, Velasquez is hardly "Mexican."  He's an NCAA champion wrestler who went to Ohio State.  Hispanic?  OK.  
• The conspiracy theorist in me gives pause to Lesnar's apathy and the "Mexican" hype.  What does this win do to help the UFC expand its borders?  I wonder if Jesse Ventura will get all over this?  

Bad fight by Brock, but I'll gladly plunk down the $50 for the rematch.

NPR Punsihes Their "Uppity" Employee

Here's the elephant in the room.  NPR thinks Juan Williams is an uppity n-word.  He needs to know his role, say only what's approved, and if he gets uppity, well then he gets what he deserves. 

Black people aren't supposed to think for themselves.  When they do, they're dangerous.  Make an example of them. 

Of all of the claims of racism floating in this story, NPR reign as kings.  Juan's firing was a simple cross burning in a career. 

Do as you're told, n-word, or else. 

Government sanctioned bigots...

The Path I'm On

Before I decided to take the new gig, I was being courted by another company at the same time.  They had reached out to me late in the process, and we moved quick as I was expecting (and ultimately received) an offer from my current employer.  The job was a par with what I'm currently doing, located in the Twin Cities, and darn interesting.  Despite three rounds of interviewing, they couldn't move fast enough, the other company tendered an offer, and I needed to make a decision.  Hence, off to Green Bay we go.  

A couple of days ago I get a call from the other company.  They wanted to check in and make sure I was happy in Wisconsin, and that what I had joined was working for me.  They also stated that in their search I has really stood out, and if there was a possibility to re-start our dialog, they were confident that they'd be able to put something together to make a move back home to the Twin Cities work. 

Wow. 

That really caught me sideways.  I miss Minnesota and being near my farm and cabin.  I miss my friends.  Our home back there isn't selling - not even close.  Beyond the flattery of such an offer, it did invoke a twinge of interest. 

That being said, the twinge is far outweighed by my desire to see this current engagement to fruition.  I'm making good progress, I see a fabulous future ahead, the company has been more than accommodating, and it is as fun as it is challenging.  I thanked the caller for the compliment, let her know I was flattered, but told her that I was locked in. 

The very next day, this breaks: C&B dumps the CEO. 

Was there any correlation?  Zero.  But all throught this entire process it has felt like the path forward for me was made abundantly clear, and this is but another example of that.  There are probably a dozen examples of how that path has been defined, and we're now getting to the weird area. 

Why is it happening?  I don't know.  All I know is that it sure looks like something is at play here, and I better follow the path.