Finally tiring of the “social network” scene, I’ve terminated my facebook page.
Anything of importance will be posted here on my web site.
I’ll update my photo albums very soon to reflect what I’ve been doing with my wood working.
I’m enabling the comment section so if anyone cares to comment, they will be able to easily do so.
More to come.
Hard to believe it has been more than a year since I last posted. I'll try to remedy that in the near future.
I will be adding some photos to my albums. I’ve gotten on making bandsaw boxes in my shop. A few might be interested in seeing those results. I’ll post them as soon as I finish my current project.
I’m now using a CAPTCHA system that is transparent for most users. It will eliminate the ‘robot’ posters for the most part.
I will continue to monitor, and eliminate, any SPAM postings.
Enjoy your visit and feel free to comment on anything.
‘Is your daddy home?’ he asked.
‘ Yes ,’ whispered the small voice.
May I talk with him?’
The child whispered, ‘ No .’
Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, ‘Is your Mummy there? ‘
‘ Yes ‘
‘May I talk with her?’
Again the small voice whispered, ‘ No ‘
Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, ‘Is anybody else there?’
‘ Yes , ‘ whispered the child, ‘ a policeman . ‘
Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee’s home, the boss asked, ‘May I speak with the policeman?’
‘ No, he’s busy , ‘ whispered the child.
‘Busy doing what?’
‘ Talking to Daddy and Mummy and the Fireman , ‘ came the whispered answer.
Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, ‘What is that noise?’
A helicopter ‘ answered the whispering voice.
‘What is going on there?’ demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive. Again, whispering, the child answered,
The search team just landed a helicopter ‘
Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, ‘What are they searching for?’
Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle… ‘ Me .. ‘
Three teenage boys singing in a style that makes our Top Forty look, and sound, like the pits.
Two are just 16, the other 17.
I might add, that their songs were popular fifty years ago.
Justin Bieber, eat your heart out.
Click Il Volo in the side menu to pull up the page.
The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, RayBan sunglasses and YSL tie, leaned out the window and asked the cowboy, “If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, Will you give me a calf?”
Bud looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, “Sure, Why not?”
The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his Cingular RAZR V3 cell phone, and surfs to a NASApage on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.
The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg , Germany .. Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses an MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response. Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer, turns to the cowboy and says, “You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves.”
“That’s right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves,” says Bud.
He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on with amusement as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.
Then Bud says to the young man, “Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?”
The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, “Okay, why not?”
“You’re an aide in the Obama Administration”, says Bud.
“Wow! That’s correct,” says the yuppie, “but how did you guess that?”
“No guessing required.” answered the cowboy. “You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked. You used millions of dollars worth of equipment trying to show me how much smarter than me you are; and you don’t know a thing about how working people make a living – or about cows, for that matter. This is a herd of sheep. …”
“Now, give me back my dog.”