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In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you.

There y'go. Plain and simple.

Good night, and sweet dreams, folks.

Ricardo Kill #426: ...pound equals .45 kilos. An ounce is .63 a pound. Carrries the two. There may a zero in there....

And that's when the satellite flew right past Mars and off into space.

Has the Michelle Fields meme faded? Don't read all the threads, but haven't seen it for a few days.

I want to see some kind of Michelle Fields, Mary Clogginstien, Triggly Puff meme-crossing. I'd do it myself, but, it's tired and I'm late. And the dog smells bad. That's my excuses and I'm sticking to 'em.

Dang. Beat to the punch on the Gilligan's Island reference. *sigh*

Guess I'll go with this one, then, even though it's more obtuse:

ManWithNoParty: Please stop moving goal posts and then claiming the high ground.

I always found the statue of that moment inspiring, but I read that they now think they've mis-identified one of the soldiers...

When I started packing the car to go home, we had deluge going on. By the time we got home, moon was out, stars sparkling, lightning fading to the east. No 4" hail or tornadoes for us tonight, I guess. I'll take it.

Home, where we're dangerously low on alcohol.

I just knew I should've grabbed that bottle of brandy at Mom's on Sunday.

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I found it easiest to get caught up on comments by skipping all the Constitutional conversation. Y'all work it out for us, m'kay?

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James T Kirk #280: Australian man who smokes up to a gram of cannabis per day...

A gram? I admit my English-metric conversion skills are poor tonight, but that's hardly very much, is it? Like, half a joint or less?

Just watched the twister video. What a monster!

'Nader chasers are nuts.

Coming home from my brother's place one afternoon, 'way up ahead of me, high in the partly-cloudy sky, I saw a little twister start descending from a white cloud. No way it would be sustained, no way it would hit the ground, just a little short-lived dust devilish thing.

I took a quick left, just in case.

Now, the one that hit two blocks from where I lived in Tulsa in '74 - that was a real train-overhead moment. Stories I could tell of that night...!

Hm. Storm's picking up here at the moment. Better head home.

L8R

Bertram Cabot Jr. #81: ...Still, they're brothers,
Identical brothers and you'll find...

That reminds me.

William Schallert, RIP at 93
http://bit.ly/279q9yM

Among many roles...

Dad on Patty Duke

Ag Sec in charge of the quadro-triticale what killed the tribbles.

Jen #53: Millenials are asking, "whose [who's] Stalin"?

Hell, they don't even know who Hitler was. Or what WW2 was about! Or who fought it!

Facebook video on Legal Insurrection
http://bit.ly/1T2jxJ6

junior #11: "White House on Damage Control"

It's an AP article talking about some of the revelations from Ben Rhodes's interview, and the belated White House attempts to perform damage control.

Word is getting out.

Col. Ralph Peters on Rhodes: "Stalin could've used this guy."

https://youtu.be/pNOgOXwFkyk

Good ONT, Neid. Thanks. Cuddly ferrets and disembodied hearts, tornadoes and kitten.

And none of those boring "Quote of the day" things that other guy posts.

[we need a shifty-eyes smilie]

MAET: JUST KIDDING!!!

Top o' the evening, folks.

Had some strong wind up here in NE Oklahoma this morning, but nothing like the twisters that touched down elsewhere in the state today, killing at least one and clobbering property. Son in OKC said one went by a mile from his workplace.

Hoping any morons in the vicinity of wild winds are safe and sound.

All Hail Eris #161: How does the good professor access books on the top shelves? I don't see one of those swooshy ladders on tracks and the stacks of books heaped in front of the shelves prevents good placement of a stepladder.
Maybe he shoots a grappling gun?

I see a market here for those little drone-copters with camera and grasping arms.

*lightbulb* Hey, they could be used to automatically inventory the shelves, too!

My only quibble with this book is that the title Please Stop Helping Us... assumes facts not in evidence, i.e. that the intent of progressive social programs is to *help* blacks.

My only quibble with your quibble is, well, the title is referencing the ostensible intent, the propagandistic subterfuge, rather than the actual Johnsonian "we'll have these n!gg@rs voting Democrat for decades" intent.

The trouble with quibbles.

Morning, bookies! Storms threatening here in NE OK, thunder making the dog nervous, but mostly still only partly cloudy with just a brief sprinkle earlier. Nice Spring morning.

College Professor's Personal Library

I like the photo because, even with miles of bookshelves, there's still unshelved stacks all over the place.

Feels like home.

Is it too late to post to the pet thread, I wonder?

I awoke today realizing I'd made a terrible mistake in my post about our family's Original 7 cats, and I just want to make a correction for the record.

I wrote, "One son had a special attachment to that white kitten who his brother accidentally slammed the car door on, and, later on, was especially fond of the all-white kitten of the triplets, I wrote about last week,* that his sister accidentally stepped on and killed."

The later cat to which he was so attached was the all-white one, but that cat was not the one that was stepped on, but rather the one that I had to scrape off the highway. Still hard for him, but not both instances a sibling's fault.

FTR

Good-night to Commissar M, and the Cap'n, and the elder god, the Hammer, the chicken, the farmer, and all.

And all the mothers, past, present, and future.

Off to bed, to sleep, and thus time-travel to tomorrow.

♥

Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.

Captain Whitebread: Cheap oil may be good for the country as a whole, but it's killed business here. No oilfield workers coming in any more to blow their paychecks.

Damn, Cap'n.

I think oil states, oil companies (and others) should have come up with some better plan for smoothing out the roller-coastery boom-bust cycles. (But, since I haven't done that for myself, who am I to say?)

Speaking of Mother's Day, if the future belongs to those who show up...

The record for the most babies born to one woman is sixty-nine. (Which, obviously, was not what the couple was doing.) The name-forgotten first wife (!!) of Feodor Vassilyev, a peasant from Shuya, Russia who lived from 1707-1782.

How?

Sixteen pairs of twins, seven sets of triplets, and four sets of quadruplets. 67 of her children survived infancy!

Today I found out video and article:
https://youtu.be/min1j3Pncb8?t=3m31s
http://bit.ly/1rARSIq

I don't think this nation can ever be called the "land of the free" until bakers, photographers, and ministers are forced to celebrate furry-feathery-scaley three-way marriages!!!

For the children!

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Home, where the rum is.

Was away a bit, came back, scanned comments.

The main topic is polygamous incestuous pederastic furries?

Happy Mothers' Day ONT edition, I see.

*backs away from blog*

Will check back in again after a while... maybe...