Hunting on The Oregon Trail

I’m really starting to miss when the easiest part of video games was also the most fun.  Shoot a buffalo that moves across the screen at a frame per second: 100 lbs to feed your family.  Shoot a rabbit that is 1/20th the size that moves across the screen at 20 frames per second:  You’re going to die out here.

Also, with all the wagon tongues I’ve been fixing, I should be getting more jacked, and thus able to carry at least 20 more pounds of buffalo meat.  120 lbs should get us to Walla Walla.

 

$12K for Feral Cats

This article in the Trib caught my eye yesterday. It’s about the residents of West Town raising $12,000 to care for a feral cat colony after their carektaker, a homeless man, froze to death.

Yeah, you read that right.  A human froze to death because he didn’t have proper shelter.  He was living in a makeshift shack in an alley.  But don’t worry, his colony of feral cats will be looked after.

$12,000 could have put the guy up in a decent apartment, or helped him get a job (teach a man to fish), but instead it will now go to ensuring that his colony of feral cats get only the finest IAMS.  Although, from the fundraiser page, it sounds like they have plenty of rats to eat.

Thursday is for Lovers: Tiger Woods and Elin Nordegren

Even in the picture she looks like she’s thinking, “I know what you’re up to, motherfucker.” And he’s thinking, “She knows what I’m up to. Motherfucker.”

Tiger seems to be back on his feet and we couldn’t be happier for him. She got $100 Million in the divorce and we couldn’t be happier for her too. All’s well that ends well I say.

Pie Day

 

Happy Pie Day! Or Pi Day….I don’t think any of this is too official. But it’s probably a good idea to get in with the crowd on this one. I suggest going for a nice French Silk Pie from Baker’s Square.

Eat about half to three-quarters of it with a pint of milk and you’ll drift off to a nice restful sleep. I find it’s far more satisfying than taking an Acetaminophen PM (Tylenol PM is for elitists).

The Loop Going Christian Really Fucks My Presets

97.9 sits almost exactly in the middle of my vehicle’s preset radio stations, that range from 87.7 to 107.5. The Loop converting to a Christian music station basically means I’d have to change a handful of presets to keep them in numerical order. Something I have neither the patience nor the will to do.

I guess I’ll have to find a station between 97.1 and 99.5 or start getting right with the Lord.

Sip, Scratch, Score!

Dunkin Donuts has to be losing their ass in free hash browns. Long gone is the time when you actually had to know something to score.

You can just bust out that turbo space phone in your pocket and BAM, you know which county the English sitcom ‘Fawlty Towers’ was set.

These days you don’t even have to have the patience and discipline to get to a computer, remember you have your winning scratch ticket in your pocket, and refrain from looking at pornography or cute kitten videos before looking up the answer.

A simpler time if you ask me.