Friday, July 31, 2009

Youtubin'

So after a long-ass, ugly week (at the very end of which I learned about some of my woeful ig'nance of certain subjects - don't ask) I decided to sit down with some many beers and go a youtubin' for some end-of-the-week soul-salvin'. And since my end-of-the-week soul-salvin' included some many beers, it had to include the Acerbic Atlas of Alcohol.

But, yet, still, and also, given my recent foray into 1950s Rock and Roll, it would need a 1950s component. Well lo and behold, George covered one of Chuck Berry's great songs. And it's a gem. And, unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be available on youtube, so far as I can tell.

But Chuck Berry is there:



Of course, I couldn't let this post go by without George's signature (well, at least one of them) tune:



And to tie it all together, here is an amazing trifecta. Chuck Berry and George Thorogood together, with the late, great Stevie Ray Vaughn:



Glad this week's over, so I can enjoy some of these gems.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Despites its faults...

...facebook still kind of rocks. Besides that last post, I connected with another high school classmate (among others). Seems she lives in the same town where Little Bro the Firefighter is a, um, firefighter. And she has met him at a firefighter/city function.

And afterward when he responded to an emergency call (minor, thankfully) at her home not long after.

It's a Small World, After All.

Quote of the day

From a school chum I just reconnected with on facebook:
Thats old, when you have been married longer than you were not married.
True enough, buddy.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

For Sheila

A picture from Main Street at Disneyland:

Friday, July 24, 2009

The Rifles I Still Want

[This post prompted by this week's Big 5 ad, which has Garands on sale for $800, which cash I do not have]

I've posted it before, but if I had the cash, here are some rifles I'd want:

A Garand.

A 1903 Springfield.

A 1892 Krag-Jorgensen.

A 1873 Springfield in .45-70 (not to mention a boatload of others in .45-70, including the Remington rolling block).

And a bunch of others.

[sigh] I need a boatload of spare cash.

Those Disney Pins

I took a picture:



The one on the right is the one signed by the designer. The one on the left, I think that statue of Walt is at Disney World. Walt put much of his efforts into making Disney World and EPCOT a reality, I just wish he'd lived to see them.

And speaking of which: Space Mountain at Disneyland opened in 1977, it was 12 years in the making. It was the last attraction that Walt himself worked on, shortly before his death in 1966. He may even have conceived it himself, but I'm not certain of that point.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Trip Report

So here is the long-promised trip report. What did we do on our vacay? Visited Disneyland! And Daughter Number One and her husband-in-all-ways-except-a-piece-of-paper.

Some changes there since my last visit. For one thing, last time I was there we parked out front. Can't do that no more, seeing as how California Adventure lives there in the old parking lot. Also, they've closed a few of the old rides, such as the Fantasyland Autopia, which has been subsumed into the Tomorrowland Autopia. And in the giant round building that once housed the Carousel of Progress (replaced by America Sings, and later by something else I don't remember at the moment) is now an attraction called Innoventions. It's pretty cool, and still uses the old song from the Carousel of Progress ("There's a Great, Big, Beautiful Tomorrow", with some changes to the lyrics).

Speaking of which, the intro to Innoventions includes a pic of the "Plastic House" ("What were you THINKING??????"). I don't remember that one, even though I've been going to D-land long enough to consider Pirates of the Caribbean a "new" ride (and it opened in 1966). Oddly enough, that plastic house keeps showing up in stuff now, and not only in the Disneyland history book I picked up in one of the shops, it pops up in a large display at the Autopia, and in a pin (about which more below). Speaking of the Autopia, the old Porsche-looking cars have been replaced by some reminiscent of the recent movie "Cars". Even I, an old dude, recognized them.

From that book I picked up, I learned that in the olden days (1950s) there were stage coaches and pack trains in Frontierland. That was even before the Mine Train, which I remember but never actually rode before they closed it. There was also a Plastic House (go figure) and a Monsanto Hall of Chemistry (which was later replaced by the Monsanto Journey Through Inner Space, one of the "free" rides back in the days of E-tickets).

Another new thing: Pins. I don't know how long these have been around, but they are kind of fun. Kids, and probably adults too, buy some of the pins and trade them around. I'm not a trader, so we just bought a few special ones we liked and kept them. One cool thing, though: I picked up a couple with the Venerable Uncle Walt, one a picture of him, the other a depiction of him in a statue. Unfortunately, I can't seem to find either easily at the pin website so I can't show you easily (UPDATE: the second pin, not the one Alex signed, has the statue seen in this video at 1:00 minute in, but listen to the whole thing). Maybe I'll take a picture later. But here's a cool thing:

Yesterday, we got on the monorail for a ride, in the very last car. The fella sharing the car with us (and his family, of course) was looking at our sashes of pins. I mentioned how much I liked the one I got of Walt. Turns out, he designed it. He's a Disney designer, and he signed the back of my pin. How cool. Unfortunately, not all of his designs are listed on that page (but the plastic house is) and not this one. But it's cool nonetheless.

Well, that's all for tonight. More details tomorrow, maybe, including the Great Truck Fire on the Grapevine Adventure. Well, actually, that one's easily disposed of. We were heading south up the Grapevine on Saturday. Between Lebec and the summit, a fuel truck in front of us started smoking, then pulled over to the side with flames coming out from under the engine compartment. We called 911 and I kept checking the rearview mirror for giant fireballs and/or smoke columns, but fortunately didn't see any. I need to check the CHP logs, but I assume the driver escaped unharmed.

Okay, really, that's all for tonight. Maybe more tomorrow, possibly including pictures. Because Tomorrow's Just a Dream Away.

Just flew in from SoCal...

...and boy are my arms tired.

Actually, drove back today, and boy is my butt tired. Trip report soon.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

A small tribute to Bill Haley

I've posted lots of vids from the '5s and '60s and such. I don't think I've posted anything from the great Bill Haley, though. Too bad.

I could have seen him in concert, I suppose, he died in 1981. Weird thing about that is that I went to an oldies concert (with a very lovely school chum gal who, strangely, deigned to be seen in public with me) in about 1975, with a "Bill Haley and the Comets" retro band, by which I assumed that the Bill-ster himself had already passed away. Since at the time, the Internet was in its "not yet born" phase, I had no way to look it up easily, so I assumed it was so. Apparently, not so. At least, not for a few years after that concert.

Anyway, here are a few Bill Haley vids:

His most famous:


One that was played for years after the Loma Prieta quake:


And his earliest (so far as I know):

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Too moving for words

From my lovely buddy Julie.

The video.

The transcript.

Julie, my beautiful and lovely friend, thank you. You rock, babe.

Friday, July 10, 2009

DUDE!

DUDE!

End Game

[This is a repost of an old post from 'Pints as a nod to Ricki's fine FTFO to the Nanny Bubble Wrap State]

Another Motivational Poster, inspired by THS, Emily, and the fine folks pinheads in New York.



UPDATE: I didn't notice before that the whole picture doesn't show up, so click on it to see the whole thing.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Hah!

Can't remember just why, but sometime back I went a-youtubin' for "Ragg Mopp" from the "Beany and Cecil" cartoons. Couldn't find it then. Found it now:



One of the great kids' shows, right up there with "Rocky and Bullwinkle".

MORE: Happened on this too:

"Heavens!"

"To Betsy!"

"Men, first we land on Pismo Beachnik, set foot on Mort Soil, go past Lenny Sprucetree, through the Greenwitch Village, keep moving right on past the Kingston Tree-o, then we head for the wilds of Wildsville."

Running this one again

Not long ago, I sent this vid to a friend. Then I got to thinking about how I actually saw all these guys mentioned in the song in real time. Many in person at Dodger Stadium, the rest at least on TV. And many of them were my boyhood sports heroes.

Sandy Koufax
Don Drysdale
Maury Wills
Jimmy Gilliam
The Brothers Davis, Willie and Tommy
Ron Fairly
Frank Howard

And some favorites not mentioned in this particular song:

Jim Lefebvre
Don Sutton
Claude Osteen
Manny Mota

Damn, I miss those guys.

The vid:

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Blast from the past

Posted ages ago at 'Pints. But DAMN it's still funny.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

DUDE!

DUDE!

Out with the old, in with the new

So we bought a new stereo system this weekend. Pretty inexpensive, really. I'm setting it up tonight.

The old one served its purpose, but it was time to let it go. We bought it about 25 years ago, nice system with a good turntable and cassette player/recorder. Right before CDs killed vinyl and cassettes.

New system has a CD changer and cassette player/recorder (not that I have anything else to listen to cassettes on). Also an iPod docking station, on the chance that we ever break down and get an iPod.

No turntable, though, we'll get that at Costco here soon, to be able to turn our old vinyl into mp3 and CDs.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Happy Birthday, America

Just going to repeat a post from a few years ago:

I have no great insights or grand prose to give you this Independence Day. I can't do any better than giving you a repeat of my Patriotic Band Nerd:



and a repeat of a most eloquent quote by Benjamin Harrison, which more than any other I have ever read captures the solemnity and gravity of the signing of the Declaration of Indepencence:
I shall have a great advantage over you, Mr. Gerry, when we are all hung for what we are now doing. From the size and weight of my body I shall die in a few minutes, but from the lightness of your body you will dance in the air an hour or two before you are dead.
Happy Birthday, America. And many more.

And to all our military personnel serving everywhere in the world, our sincerest thanks and all our support. We owe you, in the words of a grand document, "our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor". You have never failed us; I only hope we will not fail you.

Friday, July 3, 2009

For our buddy Wolfwalker

Another special post, because he has a lot of good information.

This post is specifically a question on the old blackpowder arms.

As near as I can tell from the literature, the difference in designation between the "Army" and "Navy" names on the mid-19th century Colt's revolvers is in the first, or perhaps primary, caliber in which they were manufactured.

Specifically, the "Navy" designations (1851 and 1861 and possibly more) were in .36 caliber. That is, in fact, the actual caliber of the one blackpowder replica revolver (an 1851 Navy style) that I own (so far). The "Army" designations (1860 and others) are in .44 caliber for the front loaders, and larger for the cartridge revolvers (1873 and later).

Now, it is true that the Navy revolvers (as in that other post) were also manufactured in .44, and the Army and Police models were built in .44 and .36 (also .38) calibers. But I suspect that the primary designation of Army or Navy was based on the originally intended caliber for the model. And I suspect that the calibers chosen were because of weight requirements on land as opposed to onboard ship (meaning land could accomodate a greater weight per shot than ships could). But of course, this is all speculation on my part, and I'd love to hear some better information from folks in the know.

Even if those folks might (God forbid) be sheep-molester Bingley.

And apropos of that other post again...

Sadly, I learn from a distant relative (actually, not a relative but related to a relative) some very sad news. Confirmed by independent sources.

It hurts to say this, and I wish I could hide it below the fold but there ain't not fold here. So I'll just say it and let the chips fall where they may.

It turns out that, through my GGGG-grandfather Jessie Robinette, I am distantly related to ...

Joseph Robinette Biden, Jr.

I'm so ashamed.

UPDATE: OTOH, there is a fair bet, though not yet proven, that I am also distantly related to Abe Lincoln. I can live with that one.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

So...

... continuing my current (read: this week) obsession with True Grit, I was sitting here drinking a Bloody Mary (tomorrow starts a holiday weekend, so I mixed one up) and I clicked over to again watch that clip.

And then I wondered...

Anyone out there read the book? Reason I ask is that in this clip in the movie, Rooster uses a .45 (or a .44-40, either is a good bet) Colt Peacemaker and Winchester carbine (looks to my eyes to be a Model 92, but I think it's supposed to be a Model 73, given what is supposed to be the timeframe). In any case, said carbine has a large fingerloop on the lever, the idea being rather obviously stolen from this TV show, so that he could flip it around to chamber a new cartridge one-handed.

But the book was a bit more historically accurate. So my question to you, dear readers, is this:

In the book, what weapons did Rooster wield on his charge through Ned Pepper's gang?

And yet another celebrity death

Been a rough couple of weeks.
Oscar-winning actor Karl Malden dead at 97

LOS ANGELES – Karl Malden, the Academy Award-winning actor whose intelligent characterizations on stage, screen and television made him a star despite his plain looks, died Wednesday, his family said. He was 97.
His best role, in my humble opinion, was this one.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Apropos those last two posts

Yeah, I'm not too creative in the blogging juices recently. Been to busy at work and such. Been in contact with relatives I haven't been in contact with for some time. Sending some home movies to Melody, with whom I had a great chat a few days ago.

But tonight, I just ordered up a beer or three and sank into some youtubin' True Grit goodness. I'd forgotten this particular exchange, the timing on the delivery is impeccable:
Who's the best marshall they have?

Bill Waters is the best tracker. [chuckle] The meanest one is Rooster Cogburn, a pitiless man, double tough, fear doesn't enter into his thinking. I'd have say that L. T. Quinn is the straightest, he brings his prisoners in alive...

Where would I find this Rooster?
Reference.

UPDATE: A little more since WW commented:
Mr. Rat, I have a writ here says you're to stop eating Chin Lee's cornmeal forthwith. Now, it's a rat writ, writ for a rat, and this is lawful service of same. ,,, See? Doesn't pay any attention to me.

BLAM!
Another reference.