Love me some Caviezel!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=71&v=Z6gcHy7KiUU
Here’s a longer conversation with him. His experiences for the movies…wow.
Weekend “Stand Out” Open Comments
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WASHINGTON, D.C.—Tom Perez, the current chairman of the Democratic Party, said in an interview earlier this week that the Democrats would be “delighted” to have Hillary Clinton run again, all while a cluster of laser-sight dots danced around his forehead in a menacing formation.
“We would love to have Hillary run,” he said, mopping sweat off his forehead. “She is the shining star of our party and the way forward for Democrats in 2020.” He appeared to be reading off a prepared statement, speaking mechanically and carefully so as not to mess up a single word.
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If you haven’t read this story, you really should:
A Texas man facing 99 years in prison for a crime he didn’t commit credits a selfie for saving him.
When cops showed up at Christopher Precopia’s work at a lumberyard in Georgetown in September 2017 to arrest him for burglary with the intent to commit other crimes, he was stunned, KVUE reported.
“I had no idea why everything was happening, and I was lost,” Precopia said this week. Cops hauled him off to Williamstown County Jail and released him only after his family posted a $150,000 bond.
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On the night of the alleged attack, Precopia was actually 65 miles away at a hotel in Austin with his mom, Erin Precopia.
Luckily, he decided to take a selfie of himself with his family that evening, which he posted on social media.
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Re: OC
I bought the DVD of the film last weekend at Wallyworld.
Haven’t watched it yet.
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Morning, y’all. Looks like Hamsterville™ is sleeping in this morning. Only reason I’m up already is Hubs woke me up at 8, on written instruction, because I’m going out at 11 with the Deed Restriction committee. Yep, it’s Nazi Saturday! Bwa Haha Ha!
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All is well in the world of scientific nerditry:
Scientists have unanimously voted to change the way a kilogram is defined.
A cylinder of polished platinum-iridium alloy known as “Le Grand K”, which is locked away safe in a Paris vault, it to be retired from its role as the true kilogram.
Instead, attendees at the General Conference on Weights and Measures have opted to use a measurement based on electric currents to define this unit of weight.
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Le Grand K and its six official copies have been essential to the international system of defining weights since 1889.The use of Planck’s constant, a value that relates weight to electrical current, will offer advantages over the more archaic method currently used.
Unlike the metal lumps that currently form the basis for things being weighed across the planet, this constant will not gradually decay or pick up spots of dust, and neither is there any risk of it being dropped on the ground.
The new system will also be better for measuring the very smallest and largest masses.
Since it was placed in a vault over a century ago, Le Grand K has only been taken out very occasionally to ensure that the master kilograms used in other countries were still accurately calibrated.
Now nations will no longer have to send their kilograms back to France to ensure their measurements are still correct.
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This is sound advice from Kurt Schlichter, which I am sure that the GoooPe will vigorously ignore.
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#3
I wanted to see it when it came out in theaters, but missed it. May go buy it.
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Looks like Mia Love might win in Utah after all.
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Men are from Mars
Women are from Venus
Liberals are from Uranus
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I was going to go to a car show and craft show in Crockett today, but instead I’ll be driving down to Sweeny to show our now-ready unit.
If I can get that sucker rented, it’ll be worth it. There are some local craft shows that I can go to, if I can make it before they close. I missed the quilt show this year ‘cuz Hubby and I took a weekend off together. I usually do my annual Santa shopping starting there. Hobby Lobby had a Santa that I really wanted, but I refused to buy it before Halloween. Maybe I can find something artisan at a craft show.
I’d like to support a Mom & Pop if I can. But they have to have a Santa that calls to me. There was an artist that did work with gourds that had the cutest snowmen and reindeer at one show – but no Santa! I would’ve bought one, if she’d had one.
Wish me luck on the rental and Santa shopping.
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Liberals are from Uranus
Not mine. If I thought I had one there, I’d enema it out.
With extreme prejudice.
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Liberals are from Uranus
It explains their crappy outlook on life and their stinking disposition.
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Moses was the first person to download a file from THE CLOUD on a tablet.
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Morning gang. Reporting in from beautiful Rosenburg, where the temp and other weather conditions are great. Looking forward to a great day for all.
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Good morning Hamsters. Started off at 46 this morning on the moors of the Brazos and have made it all the way to 63 hus far. The sunrise was spectacular and painted the clouds and sky pink for fleeting moments before the fiery orb itself/himself appeared bright gold and yellow above the horizon. Mist hung low across the pastures, also tinted pink in places, before warming swept it away and light breezes moved in. Today should be a perfect fall day for outside stuff.
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#9 Bonecrusher
Uranus is distinct among the Sun’s children in that its axis is tipped so that it orbits Sol almost on its side. Astronomers speculate this happened as the result of a collision with a massive planet-sized object early in the formation of our solar system.
Ergo, I believe it is safe to conclude that positing that liberals are from Uranus is because they are tipped off kilter and has nothing to do with the urinary tract.
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Well, The Moobie finally made it to Amazon Prime so I decided to watch it last night. I fell asleep in about 10 minutes. I don’t know if it was because I was tired or it was boring.
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Liberals are from Uranus
Not mine. If I thought I had one there, I’d enema it out.
With extreme prejudice.
Proof positive that Liberals are the enema of the People.
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Proof positive that Liberals are the enema of the People.
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#19 Shannon
Kinda hard to skulk around our barn as it is pretty much out in the open and only 50 ft. from the house. 🙂
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Ms. Bucher blamed an overheated and outdated ballot-scanning machine. But the manufacturer of the high-speed scanner used in Palm Beach said its technicians had witnessed Palm Beach County elections workers, apparently worried that one of the machines was running too fast, jam a paper clip into the scanner’s “enter” button in an effort to slow it down. That, in turn, caused a short circuit that cut off the power, a company spokeswoman said.
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The idiots now running South Africa are determined to commit the same suicide that Rhodesia did. This will not end well and there will be tremendous bloodshed due to violence and death due to starvation.
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There’s no dancing like slow dancing
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#25 Hammy
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It seems this election abounded with gypsies, tramps, & thieves who need to be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law in whichever states had election doctoring. Desperately needed as an example to the immediate world that Americans are fed up ‘way past here with election stealing. Ain’t gonna put up with it again, and the consequences of election fraud ought to be very devastating to the perps.
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In two years the 90’s will have started 30 yrs ago.
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Guess that explains the wierd hair-dos.
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Gillum concedes. Again. At least he did it with more grace than the Georgia chucklehead.
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My Great Horned Owl has become quite the attraction with the dusk dog walkers here in the barrio.
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Guess what caused the problems in Broward County? C’mon. Guess.
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I found my Santa today. I went to the Angleton Market Days fair today. Found 2 keto bakers. I had a few hours before showing our rental unit (she wants it, so she’s filling out an app and we’ll run her background check). I spent that first visit cruising quickly, looking for Santa Claus options. Found one German made Santa on a spring that bounced forevvveerrr. He was cute, and a serious contender. I thought he was going to be the one since every other Santa I found just made me feel “meh”. Then I found the “Santa Lady” booth. Dozens of ’em! I narrowed it down to 3, then 2, then asked a nearby shopper to help me out. I finally made my choice. The Lady threw in a small $3 Santa for free, since she was trying to get rid of ’em. So my “one a year” rule was discarded today.
After showing our unit, I had some time to go back and make a more leisurely stroll through the event. There was a vendor for hurricane windows, and just before I reached that booth, I heard a loud shattering noise. The window vendor had set up a display with one of his windows and a metal ball on chains, allowing potential customers to try to break the glass.
There was a teenager, shocked look on his face and his hands over his mouth, eyes wide, muttering to himself. Everybody around was cracking up laughing and a woman nearby said to me “That wasn’t supposed to happen!” I looked at the pile of glass on the ground and the booth tender on her phone, and joined the laughter.
It’s a good thing that happened shortly before the event closed. I guessed they didn’t sell any more of those windows.
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Tedtam which brand failed the break test?
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I didn’t catch the brand name. All I saw was a banner that said “STRONG WINDOWS”. I don’t know if it was a brand name or a description.
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Schadenfreud doesn’t quite cover it.
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Gezundheit.
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Schadenfreude is nothing to sneeze at.
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That is so sweet! Karma doesn’t normally work this quick.
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Never rains but it pours when a nefarious person gets caught in his schemes going from bad to worse just about simultaneously. Karma indeed.
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Happy Sunday Hamoustonians
Cypress chapter dividing and conquering for new young HERO support today – some of us northbound and some eastbound to support Buffalo Creek and Beaumont-in-Development chapters.
Yall enJOY!
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Up early out here in Rosenburg this morning listening to the trains whistle and roar through. These are real trains that make lots of noise pulling unbelievably heavy loads and keeping America’s economy chugging along – not those dinky little liberal trains that don’t make any noise and whistle like a bird. Maybe they should start calling those little effeminate trains trainettes like they do with reporters and reporterettes. Every time you see one of those little liberal trains gliding through the streets running people down, just remember that somewhere in the background is a great big old diesel, coal, or gas fired plant, whose coal was delivered by a real train, cranking out the power to run that little liberal train. Today’s another travel day back to Big D, so I’ll wave at you all as I pass by. Have a great one.
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Slow Sunday morning. Sudoku finished, still working on the big coffee.
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Good Sunday morning Hamsters. Breezy and mostly overcast now, though a hint of clearing appears to the NW. No rain thus far and likely none to come over us now. Started at 57 at 6 and currently we’ve made it to 63, very much like our late fall ought to be. Hope the two 28-degree mornings will produce some fall color in a week or so.
The Chron sports section has a large front page piece on JJ Watt and his recovery from the serious broken leg of last year as well as other injuries he’s overcome to regain his previous strength and ability. Remarkable man is he, and fortunate are the Texans to have him.
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Good news.
CLEARWATER — A dying fish was flopping on a hot deck. An animal activist called throwing it back in the water an act of kindness. The state called it theft.
The value of St. Petersburg’s most internet famous flying fish? About $6.
Now, Michael Leaming will have to pay a $500 fine and court costs after a judge found him guilty of depriving Robert Hope of his dinner by launching a tilapia into Crescent Lake in July 2017.
A video of the exchange in Crescent Lake Park went viral and was reposted to various social media platforms around the world, racking up millions of views.
Moral Superiority Hipster Dude is lucky that big, hulking guy fishing with his son didn’t just cold cock him then and there.
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This is fascinating stuff about artificial intelligence and what they are doing now in medical diagnostics. Like anything else that truly solves a problem it always creates new ones.
To understand the revolutionary innovations in medical technology being unleashed by artificial intelligence, it’s useful to start with the lives — and deaths — of two legendary actors: Paul Newman and Gene Wilder.
They both died, eight years apart, at the age of 83. But while Newman kept up an active public life until shortly before his death, Wilder spent his final years in seclusion. Only later did his family reveal that he had suffered from Alzheimer’s disease.
Wilder was able to keep that fact private, but AI-powered technology developed in Canada now makes it possible to analyze interviews he recorded, from the early 1970s onward, and chart linguistic symptoms associated with cognitive impairment. For instance, as the years went by, he tended to use shorter noun phrases and fewer clauses per sentence. He also swapped out nouns for pronouns with greater frequency.
By contrast, analysis of Newman’s interviews over a similar period does not reveal such a pattern. He died in 2008, with no signs of cognitive impairment.
The comparison of the two screen stars was conducted using software created by WinterLight Labs Inc., a startup based out of Johnson & Johnson’s JLABS incubator in Toronto that brings together experts in speech, dementia, neurology and computer science.
but,
For example, WinterLight’s software may lead some patients to fear that every word they utter will be scrutinized for evidence of mental deterioration. Consider Gene Wilder’s decision not to go public with his cognitive deterioration in his final years. Obviously, his privacy was precious to him during that period — and it might well have unnerved him to know that even stray utterances can be used to discover his secret.
“I wonder about the dynamic between the nurse and the patient,” says Samir Sinha, director of geriatrics at Mount Sinai Hospital in Toronto. “When people are losing their memory, they get paranoid, they get anxious. They get upset and depressed — because they know that this can be used as evidence to take away their freedoms. And if you start co-opting human communication, a fundamental way that people get pleasure and companionship, they might just keep their mouths shut.”
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In the centuries that followed, many of these working class men would forsake their country and move to America — often retreating inland to the mountains of Appalachia. Though they may have left their homelands behind, they brought with them their peasant knives, which would continue to define generations of hardworking Appalachian men.
Who are the kind of men who still carry pocketknives? They are the type of men who earn an honest living, work hard and stand fearless in a world gone mad. To put it simply, they are the type of men the world could use a lot more of these days.
My first pocketknife was an Old Timer (3 blade) given to me by my mother. My second was my Cub Scout knife. The third pocketknife I owned was a larger 2 blade by Schrade given to me by my grandfather.
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I fell out of the habit of carrying a pocketknife in my thirties. About 8 years ago, my next door neighbor gave me a nice 4 inch blade pocket knife from A.G. Russell after I helped him with a project on his house. I’ve carried one everyday since then and use it constantly. I don’t know how I survived without one all those years.
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Along the lines of culture being upstream from politics, we have this short piece from a new novelist.
A Glimpse Into the Ideological Monoculture of Literary New York
I wrote my novel, eventually titled The Absolved, during the 2016 U.S. presidential election campaign, which I followed from overseas. And so politics naturally seeped into the plot. In the book, a fringe populist candidate campaigns on a Luddite agenda, inciting voters to rise up against “the Divine Rights of Machines.” Many of the same issues that troubled supporters of Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders—including a lack of meaningful employment, and wage stagnation—still plague Americans in 2036. But now, they’ve gone beyond demagoguing foreigners and immigrants, and are going after machines.
A major theme in my book is that any political or economic system that doesn’t work for the majority of the people cannot be sustained—no matter the moral or theoretical justifications that might otherwise be brought to bear on its behalf. The book’s protagonist (and anti-hero) is a relic from a social and economic order in marked decline—a privileged, middle-aged white male physician (remember, it’s 2036). While Henri may be a fine doctor, he’s a deeply flawed human being in his personal life, and has little compassion for others who’ve been marginalized by the march of technology.
but then he moves back to NYC and finds…
Just weeks after arriving in the city, I attended a dinner party full of writers and industry folk. The subject of conversation turned to America—and, in particular, how uniquely racist and evil it is. The term “fascist” was bandied about casually—even in regard to centrist Democrats such as New York Governor Andrew Cuomo. One attendee described how much more tolerant Canada is, citing the example of a Toronto swimming pool accommodating religiously observant Muslim residents by sex-segregating swimmers at certain times. Everyone at the table agreed that this was a wonderful thing. The conversation then moved on to the television adaptation of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale—a dystopian science fiction tale that my dinner mates unanimously agreed represented a plausible future for American women. Indeed, some indicated that we already were living this nightmare thanks to Donald Trump.
My efforts to play contrarian did not meet with success—especially when I suggested that encouraging the segregation of Muslim women might be seen in a very different light if the policy had been championed by, say, Mike Pence or Donald Trump. When I cut to the chase and asked why no one at the table seemed to feel aggrieved for women suffering under Islamic oppression, voices were raised and, well, I may or may not have been asked to leave. There were other experiences like this, and I learned to hold my tongue.
This is how new conservatives or at least anti-Leftists are made.
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#50 Texpat
Yes, the era of boys usually growing up with a pocket knife as a standard accessory seems to have diminished some with the march of time. Maybe it has something to do with the census of members of the Boy Scouts or other youth organizations for boys, or those who grow up in small to medium size towns in farming areas and transplants of same to larger cities as their jobs indicate. Or military service experience. Regrettably, it would seem that a far more dangerous kind of knife is more common in larger urban settings….
Spouse pretty much always had a pocket knife growing up and still carries one, for you never know when it might be needed in an unimaginable emergency. We had one last summer, and it saved a terrible situation when we were bringing our rescue mare Ruby home from her foster family some 120 miles away.
She has seriously arthritic knees, hocks, and hip joints from her younger days of misuse before she was turned over to Bluebonnet Equine Humane Society in whose custody she remained for 8 years before we adopted her. In foster care she had been on pain medication (bute) for some time through several foster homes, but for fear of it causing stomach ulcers, the last foster family had stopped giving bute some time before we picked her up. At that time we had no idea just how serious her arthritis was and neither did the foster caretakers.
We have an old-style straight-load bumper pull two-horse trailer in remarkable condition that we removed the center post and partition to give her plenty of room for the trip. It has a ramp and upper doors and people escape doors on either side. Whenever we haul a horse–or anything else in it–we monitor its motion in the side mirrors to make sure it is pulling straight.
Just outside Hempstead on the way home I saw the trailer sort of wobbling side to side that it had not done earlier, so we stopped to check. We’d filled the tires to the proper level before leaving, and the ride was surely pretty stiff. Poor Ruby had fallen in the trailer and was on the floor on her side with her head and neck stretched tight by the leadrope tied in the metal loop in front over the saddle compartment. Her eyes were rolling back into her head. The rope was tied with a quick-release knot, but there was too much strain on the rope and it would not release. Spouse cut the rope with his trusty jackknife to relieve the strain on her, but she was still in the same position and too weak, unable to get up.
Emergency call to our vet clinic in Brookshire some 13 miles onward, and the vet was waiting for us to arrive asap. Thank heavens for that ramp on the trailer, though numerous times we’d thought it a nuisance. She couldn’t get up once we got there and drove onto a grassy area to unload. The vet had to put large padded legwraps with ropes attached around her hind legs above the hocks to slowly pull her out by the ropes attached to his truck hitch. That ramp saved her much discomfort coming out. She was in pain, exhausted, and in a heap, barely able to move. All of us were horrified.
He examined her on the ground and was satisfied he could get her up and into the clinic but gave her pain medication before trying that. She managed to slowly wobble into the clinic stocks for support, and he immediately placed an IV for meds to revive her. We were still horrified at her plight and said she should have whatever she needed, cost not to be considered. She had scraped the side of her head and one hip coming out of the trailer and several smaller places on her side, so those were taken care of. She stayed in the clinic for a week before she was ready to come home, and then we asked if another client could be found to bring her home for us in a much better trailer.
When she stepped off that trailer and walked down our driveway to the barn, she looked like a different horse. Finally on Equioxx for her arthritis pain and hydrated and eating well made all the difference. Yes, there was a considerable bill for that week, but that was no matter at all. Her ribs have disappeared since she came home, and her hips and backbone are less prominent. She walks normally and comfortably now and even trots a bit when she feels like it. She is indeed rescued.
And a super companion for Contessa, for the job description is simply “be there.”
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53 Adee
A knife can be a lifesaver indeed. Your ordeal reminds me of some of the train wrecks with large animals I’ve had in the past. Horses seem to have a sixth sense for getting into unbelievable jams with trailers, stalls, posts, gates, fences, alleys, etc.
You mentioned trouble on that trip before, but I had no idea it was nearly catastrophic.
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Nelson has finally conceded, marking the first time since the 1870s that Florida will have two Republican senators.
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54 cont’d.
No one should ever work around livestock and horses without a good knife. For that matter, in any kind of work requiring rope a knife is mandatory.
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Yup. You never know …
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#54 Texpat
I hadn’t mentioned that incident in much detail when we first brought Ruby home because I thought it might be too gruesome. And we were still in the throes of trying not to re-live it over and over once all came out ok. Thank heavens.
But it was a blessing in disguise, otherwise she likely wouldn’t have been in the vet clinic long enough to do a thorough exam of her physical state so she could start on the Equioxx (the equine version of the favored human med for arthritis). It has saved her from living with pain, for the humane group had no idea how severe her arthritis was and how uneven was medication for the arthritis. Her poor knees have arthritis-induced bumps the size of a baseball on the joint, and consequently her front legs are no longer straight, affecting her gait and inclination to trot.
Arabians are intelligent, stalwart, tough horses, which made them the consummate war horses.
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#57 Hamous
I recall that awful story being in the news when it happened and he rescued himself. It was not his time to leave this vale of tears….
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Here’s a good one on A O-C.
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Terrible story, Adee.
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For the life of me, I have never understood people who willingly engage in extremely dangerous stunts without at least having someone with them to be able to call for help if needed. There are all kinds of GPS oriented devices now for emergency contacts to first responders. Anything less is just stupid. Even in 2003, this guy could have had a companion along to call somebody or get help.
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Knives and ropes.
Boating is just as hazardous as large animals. Ropes are key and everywhere, but sometimes you just have to cut the rope to save a life or a boat.
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And sometimes, you just gotta scrape a gasket.
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When I was a kid and some other kid, or me, got a splinter every dad present produced a pocket knife.
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Reporting for jury duty a few years ago I found out my Buck pocket knife was short enough to not be a problem. Never occurred to me it might be an issue. Now I make sure I do not have one on such occasions.
I will also never forget my Pa-in-law’s Cajun friend. That guy cleaned a deer with one of those Buck single blade folders faster than I have ever seen.
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Somewhere in this house I have my first pocket knife. A Barlow my grandfather gave me.
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Just got a weird pingback from an 11 year old post from LBGJF. Strange.
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Back safely to Big D. Much cooler up here tonight. Winter sneaked back in it looks like. We had a great time.
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#62 Shannon
When I saw her down in the trailer at Hempstead and knew we were only 13 miles away from the equine vet clinic in Brookshire, I called the clinic number and left a message about our situation. It was around 3 pm on Saturday, and the clinic closed at noon on Saturdays so the call went to the answering service and then to the vet.
He called back on my cell within 10 minutes, and I told him of our predicament. He first suggested we might want to head for A&M’s clinic, to which I replied she would not make it to A&M. See you in maybe 15-20 minutes. He was waiting for us at the front door. And all the while we were getting her out of the trailer and into the clinic where he could start reviving her, I can to this day recall him saying so very little as we progressed other than we’ll do this or do that. The look on his face said it all. Gratefully, it was not Ruby’s time to cross the Rainbow Bridge.
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Saw another first at the bay. Watched an Osprey hover here and there, and it caught a fish. Looked like a mullet. The bird did not swoop by and pick it up but crashed into the water. Then it managed to get back into the air, fly around, and land on a post to eat the fish. Got to watch that on some very nice binoculars.
And a note for Texpat if he does not know, West Marine has killer Black Friday online sales, which is where those binoculars came from. Icom radios, first class glass, etc.
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Continuing 68
Whenever I went to my grandparents house my grandfather would ask for my knife. If it wasn’t sharpened to his liking I’d have to sit down and sharpen it.
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I guess I should delete the latter part of that, sort of like telling Dude that Guitar Center is having a sale.
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I’ve carried at least one knife on my person since the first grade. I use a knife every day.
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I was trying to follow a pattern for a hat. If I stuck to the number of stitches from the pattern, the circumference is way off. If I try to go by measurement, then I have too many stitches for the pattern.
I guess I’m winging it.
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Come to think of it, both of my grandfathers taught me to sharpen a knife. I was too young when they passed on for it to become a habit. Imagine being able to go back and relive that.
I never carried nice knifes but I do have a couple. I always have a small one on me, use it most every day for something or another.
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72 gtotracker
Thanks, I never realized it. I’m usually recovering from the Thanksgiving Turkeypolluza here on that Friday and hiding while the women go out and spend money.
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77 GJT
If you want a nice knife at a decent price, the place to go is A.G. Russell. They have pocketknives from $30 to over $300.
I carry one of these everyday and try to keep it as sharp as possible.
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I quit trying to carry a pocket knife decades ago because I just couldn’t hang on to one. A few years ago I got a small four-blade Old Timer for less than half price at the saddle shop in Brenham. It was very old stock that had some blemishes on the end caps but blades were in perfect condition. Use it all the time.
I’ve had it for almost four years now.
/knock wood
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And the blemishes are all polished away from living in my front pocket.
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80 Shannon
I’ve had it for almost four years now.
No comment.
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Yeah, yeah. I know.
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Adee, have we ever seen a picture of your Ruby? I for one would like to see her, and don’t recall that I ever have.
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No, we haven’t gotten around to taking one of her and posting it. Must see to that oversight.
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