Kids Are Alright

Oftentimes I think our kids will bring about a lot better world than us Gen-Xers have created: A cop and his buddy get to stay together, thanks to Anderson County HS teens with good hearts.

Redlight Tax

Redlight cameras have been popping up in the Knoxville area like mushrooms in dung. My personal observation is that the cameras serve as nothing but a revenue generator and an illegal tax on motorists. And whaddya know... In Denver, they've discovered shenanigans with their Redflex systems. Among other things, "The raw data that is available lends credence to standard traffic engineering practice outside of Denver that increasing yellow-light timing reduces red-light running". How's them statistics?

Close Your Eyes And Pretend They're Not There

You can look the other way but the scenery won't change. If a free man or a woman is willing to make something of themselves, would we not give them a chance?

Doomsday Scenario

Lesson every American needs to know.

Flipping the Bailout Finger

Remind me again why are we keeping these bastards afloat?

Instant Geekification

I just finished our first game of Dungeons & Dragons with my kids and had an absolute blast. They've been corrupted! Muhahahaha!!! Even my ADHD son was able to stay focused -- he grasped the concept of dice rolls and ACs and hitpoints instantly. He's actually got quite a head for numbers and calculations. It was nice to see the kids actually working as a team instead of bickering, too.

Life's Been Good To Them So Far

Went to see The Eagles at Thompson-Boling arena. The last time I saw them live was six years ago on the "Hell Freezes Over" tour, and on all accounts, it could've been yesterday -- years have not been kind to Joe Walsh's visage, but his fingers are as nimble as ever. I'm hoping to go to see The Eagles again in another six years!

Big O

Meet the new boss, definitely not the old boss. Done hid my guns, now waiting to see if Big O can put his money where his mouth is. I'll chip in.

-9 C

Dog #1 loves cold weather. When taken outside he starts sniffing the air and then wanders off around the trees, examining frozen dookie pellets, trying to find his "never-before-pooped-on" spot. Dog #2 is a prissy. He zooms out, squats down to squirt, poopies on the fly and beelines back towards the house. This yields quite a spectacle wherein yours truly, dressed to the occasion, is stretched between dogs #1 and #2 like a crucified Michelin Man.

Return to Appalachistan

Because I was asked to.