Quick Hit

It's nice when yer kids still think yer cool.  An excerpt from an e-mail exchange with the boys, wherein I sent 'em both pics of the new sweater:

Buck Pennington	11:51 AM (0 minutes ago)
to sampenni, afmajbuck

Why, thank you!  I'm gonna quote you on the blog... that's how cool I am.  ;-)

ilyb,
d

On Tue, May 21, 2013 at 9:48 AM, wrote:

Very cool... you excel in being cool. 

 

Seriously.  Example: I was telling CAPT Zobel, my new boss, how you sold your sport bike a couple of years ago... his response: "He was riding sport bikes in his mid-60's?  Too cool."

 

Now he knows where I get it from. ;)

 

ILYb,

Sam

-----Original Message-----
From: Buck Pennington
To: Buck Pennington
Cc: Sam Pennington
Sent: Mon, May 20, 2013 5:43 pm
Subject: New! Improved!

FYI...

Monday, May 20, 2013

I Lied...

Life is a two-way street, yanno?  I think THEY are pretty cool, too.

I Lied...

... when I said I didn't have anythang today, coz looky what came in today's mail:

My new retro Wings sweater!  And just in time for Game Three tonight... Yays!  This is number 25, in case you're wondering.  One o' my heroes, for this.  And this:



One of the prettiest hockey goals you'll EVER see.

Update, 1720 hrs:  Forgot the usual, customary, and oh-so-reasonable Let's Go Red Wings!

Still More Re-Runs and a Bonus Mini-Rant

Here it is... well past 1430 hrs... and we're still drinkin' our morning coffee and still making the blog rounds.  We've read the overnight mail and there was nuthin' in that worthy of passing on, not even in the daily missives I get from the Air Force Association or the political krep I get from elsewhere. 

Digression... 

The "political krep" seems to be MUCH more crappy than usual, of late.  I'm finding it more and more difficult to manufacture a suitable level of outrage, or at least outrage on a scale that some people and organizations feel I SHOULD.  It's boiled down to this for me: Yes, I know Obama is an asshat.  Yes, I know he shoots himself in the foot, often.  Yes, I know our rights are being trampled upon (visualize an eye-roll here) but I've yet to see a single black helicopter.  About the only thing I can get exercised about at the moment is the pending internet sales tax law and I've written my congress critter (in the House; it's too late for the Senate and my senators are both Donkeys, anyhoo) about that.  It's gotten so bad with me that I've quit reading all exclusively political blogs completely and only skim the political posts my Daily Reads put up.  I'm burnt out.

/Digression.

So there's that and that's about all I've got, aside from a re-run, which is what you'll get, Gentle Reader.  Here t'is:

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Work

No. No, it ISN'T. Not EVEN. We digress before we've even begun.

(I was tagged) with an interesting sort of meme, to wit:

 

It’s simple. Just list all the jobs you’ve had in your life, in order. Don’t bust your brain: no durations or details are necessary, and feel free to omit anything that you feel might tend to incriminate you. I’m just curious. And when you’re done, tag another five bloggers you’re curious about.

 

Famous last words: “Don’t bust your brain.” Heh. This meme is not designed for the semi-elderly or folks that are otherwise memory-challenged... and God Forbid if you should be both. Obviously. But… here goes, as best as I can remember. Unpaid positions are so indicated, in parens.

 

Dish-washer, vacuum cleaner operator, maker of beds, babysitter… all for a pittance of an “allowance.”

Mower of lawns, leaf-raker, snow-shoveler, car washer… same salary as above.

Paper boy.

Apricot picker.

Landscaper’s apprentice… dispenser of grass seed, wheelbarrow operator, dump truck driver.

College student.

Cook @ Mickey Dee’s.

Basic trainee.

Trade school student. (in a manner of speaking)

Kitchen help… potato peeler, dishwasher, floor mopper, aka “KP.”

Latrine cleaner.

Buffer operator, First Class.

Close-order drill specialist. (the result of many punitive hours on the drill pad)

Radar repairman.

Gofer.

Antenna climber.

Grocery bagger (part time).

Bean field weed picker and other assorted dirty agricultural jobs Americans won’t do (part time).

Tire buster (part time and the only job I’ve ever been fired from).

Radar technician.

Surveillance systems technician. (aka electronic spook enabler on the periphery of the Evil Empire)

Motorcycle racer wannabee. (amateur, but I worked damned hard at it) (Photos!)

Radar technician, part deux.

Maintenance control center dispatcher.

Distributor/purveyor of herbal remedies. (part time)

Suicide prevention center counselor. (part time, volunteer; about which: an amusing tale)

Surveillance systems technician, part deux.

Deejay. (volunteer, part time)

Radar technician, yet again. (These positions were many and varied, thus multiple entries)

Engineering/installations team chief (radar).

Bar back.

Brothel inspector, various locations in SE Asia.

Maintenance quality control inspector. (not at ALL related to the entry immediately above. Wait. Check that. Related, but not in the way you might think. You’d be amazed at the wide variety of fuck-ups I encountered.)

Plans and programs manager. (NCOIC).

Classified materials custodian. (Have you ever held your breath for three years straight, Gentle Reader?)

Public affairs NCO, news release writer, photographer.

Editor, “The Visiting Fireman’s Guide to the Best Pubs Around RAF Uxbridge and Vicinity.”

Researcher for the above publication.

Motorcycle safety instructor. (part time, volunteer)

Proxy parent. (volunteer)

Staff weenie.

College student, part deux. (on the VA dole)

Small scale farmer… or maybe large scale gardener. (kinda like Chance)

Telecommunications specialist.

Technical writer.

Proposal writer.

Proposal team leader/manager.

Telecommunications engineer.

Software development/service management/service reporting manager.

Lamaze coach. (At age 52… Aiiieeee!)

Vagabond, two-lane blacktop edition. Coast to coast and border to border.

Staff weenie, operations policies and procedures.

IT Operations Manager; IT Operations Director.

Retiree. (BEST job I’ve EVER had)

Blogger (we use the term quite loosely).

And there ya have it… a checkered career, if there ever was one.

Feel like listing YOUR work experience, Gentle Reader?  I'm all ears...

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack

Yet another two-fer... beginning with The Meters, with a funky take on Rod Argent's little-known classic...



That's a pretty good, if radically different, take on the original.  Here's the original version:

You've taken my life so take my soul

That's what you said but who are we to know

I want to be with you as long as you want me to

So don't move away

Ain't that what you said?

Ain't that what you said?

Ain't that what you said?

Liar liar liar

I much prefer Argent's version of the two... but they're both great.  And the lyrics?  Let's just say they resonate.

The Sunday Rerun

I had occasion today to mention "Annie Hall," which is my all-time favorite movie (and I DO thank you, IT).  I posted on this subject a couple o' few years ago, to wit:

Friday, January 11, 2008

"We Need the Eggs"

Lin and I had this brief exchange about relationships in the comments of the “Advice for Women” post below. (Ed: Digression... that post is one of my better efforts.  Just sayin'.)   I mentioned that “school’s out” for me where relationships are concerned, she countered with (I’m paraphrasing) “Don’t give up; your new Best Friend is out there.” The exchange got me to thinking about relationships in general and my favorite quote about relationships, specifically. The quote is from Woody Allen’s best-ever movie “Annie Hall.” It’s the bit where Allen's character encounters a couple on the street, walks up to them and says something to the effect of “You look like a happy couple. What’s your secret?” The woman responds with “I’m basically shallow and don’t have a lot to say.” The man validates her statement with a “me, too” sort of response… taking the point about mutual compatibility to its (hilarious) extreme. That one quick scene has stuck with me all these intervening years. As have many, many other scenes from that movie, but that’s another story.

So…I went looking for that particular quote. And I found it, Gentle Reader, but the scene from the movie was overdubbed in Russian and the English is simply overwhelmed…you can’t hear it at all. Too bad, that. (But if you really wanna see the clip, it’s here.) These excerpts are from the same movie…and they’re not all that bad, but they’re certainly NOT what I was going after. The first clip is the ending of the movie, the second is the opening.

Ah yes, we need the eggs… except for those of us who are allergic to the damned things. Unlike eggs (in real life there are non-egg eggs), there ain't no suitable substitutes when it comes to relationships: it's the “real thing” or nothing. Aside from kidding yourself, you're only setting yourself up for massive failure if or when you settle for a “substitute” relationship. I don't have empirical proof of this “fact” from personal experience, this is simply my thought on the subject.

Now…the movie's intro:

Allen’s monolog kinda sorta reflects my current attitude, with the emphasis on “sorta.” Heavy emphasis on “sorta.”

“Annie Hall” is my favorite movie of all time, and it’s the only movie I’ve ever seen more than twice. The Second Mrs. Pennington and I, coincidentally, saw “Annie Hall” as a first run movie, we saw it again at a Notre Dame film night during her senior year, and watched it again and again as the years passed by. Aside from being brilliantly funny, it might be the most pertinent and poignant movie about relationships I’ve ever seen. Keep in mind, though, I went off movies about 15 years ago, so I’m not one to offer up criticism in this space. Not hardly — not at all, actually.

But…FWIW… Woody Allen never produced another movie equal to this one, IMHO. And I’ve seen most of his work.

Well, OK.  That post was more about relationships than it was about the movie.  But if ya want funny, go here and read some... or all... of the quotes.  If you don't laugh at most of them your sense o' humor is seriously impaired.

Saturday...

... got off to a rocky start.  I overslept, to begin with, and missed all but four minutes of the first period of the Wings' game.  So... I stumble in to the living room, switch on the teevee and go immediately to the kitchen to start the coffee, only to find my coffee pot has gone belly-up.  That's not a way to begin yer day, lemmee tell ya.  So we boiled water on the stove and carefully poured it through the grounds we'd already loaded in the pot and... Walla!  Coffee.  Finally.

So it'll be off to Wally-World later today to buy a new pot.  This one lasted 1,468 days... quite a bit longer than the 875 days of its predecessor.  (I know the exact number of days because (a) I blog stuff like this and (b) I go here and punch in the appropriate dates.

So.  Second intermission in the game and the Beloved Wings are up, 2-1.  They're outskating, outshooting, and outscoring the Hated 'Hawks at this point, so things look good.  But it's the playoffs and anything can happen.

Oh, yeah.  I owe ya a video, don't I?  Well, I haven't checked out all the stuff at The Usual Source but I DID watch this:






Way-damned-cool! 

And now it's back to the important stuff:  LGRW!

Update, 1345:  

Heh.  Lose they did, 4-1... with no empty-netter, either. 

Today's Happy Hour Liquid Lunch Soundtrack

We called Happy Hour quite a bit earlier than usual today, mainly coz we got up quite a bit earlier than we usually do.  So there's that.

And there's this... I was listenin' to XM's Deep Tracks channel Tuesday evening while on my way over to The Big(ger) City^TM and the deejay did a "mary-jew-wanna" set (his words) which included The Fraternity of Man's "Don't Bogart That Joint" (Easy Rider, anyone?), Arlo Guthrie's "Comin' In to Los Angeles," The New Riders of the Purple Sage's "Panama Red," and this tune, also from the New Riders...

And now he's rollin' down the mountain
Going fast, fast, fast
And if he blows it this one's gonna be his last
Run to Acapulco to turn the golden keys
Henry keep the brakes on for this corner if you please

So, there I was... on my way to a meeting of The Retired Colonels Club (I say that coz there was only one other enlisted guy at the AFA meeting, besides me) and singin' along at the top o' my lungs to ALL these tunes.  I hate to think what knowin' all the lyrics to these tunes... even after all these years... sez about me.  Prolly nuthin' GOOD.

Ah, well.  It what it is.  And now it's back outside into the 91 degree heat... on its way to 95, supposedly... to finish as we've begun.  I'm pretty sure a nap will follow.

Random Notes

My comfy couch

Up at oh-dark-thirty this morning... quite literally: 0400 hrs... after spending the night on our comfy couch.  I fell asleep during the Kings - Sharks game (after watching the Broons win a second consecutive game in overtime), waking just in time to see yet another improbable finish, wherein the Kings scored TWO power play goals in the last two minutes of the game to win.  I kinda shook my head and went "wow!" after which I switched from sleeping in the vertical to sleeping horizontal... which is a LOT easier on the back and certain other body parts.  I should also mention that my couch really IS comfortable, in that I can stretch out to my full length and the cushions are quite firm.

I like my couch and I sleep on it nearly as much as I do in my spiffy bed.  There was a time, back in Former Happy Days, when I'd fall asleep on the couch after a hard day only to be woken up by The Second Mrs. Pennington who informed me it was time to go to bed... after I'd been asleep for an hour or two.  So I'd dutifully get up off the couch and accompany her upstairs where I'd invariably stare at the ceiling for the better part of an hour trying to get back to sleep.  There WAS a cure for getting back to sleep in short order but I'd stare at the ceiling more often than not... most times.

These days?  We sleep on the couch when we damned well please.

―:☺:―

The weather has reached the point where it's warm enough to sit outside in a tee shirt and watch the sun go down without having to bundle up.  There's no more hard-edged chill in the air as the sun sets and that's a great good thing.  The bad news is my whiskey and cigar consumption tends to increase exponentially as the weather gets warmer.  I normally only have one cigar a day during winter; yesterday I burned three, including two as we watched the sun go down, all while sipping three fingers o' Scotch... repeated a couple o' few times.  The Scotch is prolly why it was so very easy to fall asleep on the couch, now that I think about it.

―:☺:―

I'll prolly have to make my blog rounds twice today, what with having completed the first round already and noticing most of my reads haven't posted anythang new yet today.  Which is a First-World problem now, innit?  That said, having a do-over on the blog reading beats the HELL outta going to work.

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack

Lowell George singin' just fer me...

I've got the apolitical blues
And that's the meanest blues of all
Apolitical blues
And that's the meanest blues of all
I don't care if it's John Wayne
I just don't wanna talk to him now

The message is in the music.  I'm sick to frickin' DEATH of politics at this point in time so just don't go there with me, mmm-kay?  Tell me sumthin' good.

Speakin' o' sumthin' good... We have "Waiting for Columbus" loaded up in our cassette player* and are listenin' to it out on the verandah with our windows and door wide open on this beee-you-ti-ful day here on The High Plains o' New Mexico.  It's 90 big fat degrees as we speak and we're LOVIN' it!

* Why yes, we DO still have a cassette player and we use it often, coz that's where taped copies of my greatly-missed vinyl live.

Pretty Cool

Grandmas everywhere are gonna love this...

Dads, too.  Here's what I did with one of my favorite SN3 pics:

Wasn't he just the cutest lil beggar?

Update, 1400 hrs:  Hey... We made the web site! 

How cool is that?

A Preemptive Post

SHUT UP, Virgil -- I don't wanna hear it.  It was close, up until the third Hawks goal.  Buckle up; it's gonna be a long series, Bro.

LGRW!

What's In a Name?

U.S. Air Force Lt. Gen. Eric Fiel, Air Force Special Operations Command commander, passes the guidon to Col. Albert M. "Buck" Elton II, 27th Special Operations Wing commander, in a change of command ceremony at Cannon Air Force Base, N.M., July 8, 2011. (U.S. Air Force photo by Airman Ericka Engblom)

I used to think my family was sorta unique, in that we have three generations of Bucks... my father, Berl "Buck" Pennington; me, Norman "Buck" Pennington; and SN1, Ivan "Buck" Pennington... all of us bein' career Air Force.  Well, I THOUGHT we were unique until last night, when I met Col. Buck Elton, the commander of the 27th Special Operations Wing at Cannon.  Col. Elton was the guest speaker at the quarterly meeting of the Llano Estacado chapter of the Air Force Association, which I attended last evening.

Col. Elton opened up his remarks by saying he's the third in a line of Bucks, all of whom are or were career Air Force, going back to his grandfather who served in WW II.  I just HAD to raise my hand at that point to interrupt him with my "small world" story and the membership got a pretty good chuckle outta that.

It really is a small world, eh?  Or a strange one, you choose.

I've posted this photo before but some of you may not have seen it.

That's the Ol' Man, me, and Mom... c. 1947 or '48.

Yum

We broke one of our cardinal dining rules last night, to wit: "NEVER eat sushi more than 50 miles inland."  Well, The Big(ger) City^TM is pretty far from the ocean but we heard tell there's a passable sushi bar at one of the Thai restaurants in Clovis.  So we took the plunge, like this:

Yet another crappy cell-phone pic.

What you see is four pieces of maguro, three pieces of sake, two pieces of tamago, a big-ass pile o' wasabi, and a bowl o' miso soup (not pictured is a bowl of greens in sesame oil... that was my salad).  It was good.  Not great, mind you, but good enough that I think we'll go back to Thai City again.

What's great sushi?  Well, it's served in a place like this:

The Second Mrs. Pennington and I in a Tokyo sushi bar, 1991.

That's a long ways to go for raw fish, innit?

A Flora Update

I showed all y'all some of the strange Spring growth we have here on The High Plains o' New Mexico a while back and figgered I owe ya an update now that the shoots have blossomed.  So...

Before blooming, April 21st.

New and old shoots.

Blossom close-up.

I think these Red Yucca things are quite pretty.

Heh

I watched the BEST Game Seven... evah... last evening and witnessed history bein' made.  Never before had a team come back from a three-goal deficit in the third period of a Game Seven to win, but the B's did just that and they did it in a heart-stopping manner.   The B's pulled their goalie for six skaters and then scored not one but TWO goals in the last minute and thirty seconds of the third to tie and then went on to win the whole shootin' match in OT.

Not everyone is pleased with the outcome, however...

The Top Ten Bitter Tweets from Leafs fans are here.  I can't think of a more deserving bunch o' people, actually.  The Leafs... and their fans... are another one of those teams we just LOVE to hate.  I'm looking forward to renewing the old rivalry next year.

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack...

... is a case where the cover exceeds the original by an order o' magnitude:



OMG but I loves me some Diana Krall, almost as much as I hates me some Billy Joel; it's hard to say which one exceeds the other. That said... ain't the woman SULTRY?  Oh, yes, indeedy.  I do SO envy Elvis.

(Apropos o' everything, this is the album we're listenin' to this afternoon.  What a marvelous showcase o' talent this is.)

What? ANOTHER Re-run?

I'm afraid so.  There was this exchange between Lou and I on yesterday's post about jeans...

Bag Blog 12 May, 2013 19:14

Real cowboys wear Wranglers.

Replies

Buck 12 May, 2013 23:48
But... I am not now, nor was I ever, a cowboy.

Well... I lied.  I totally forgot about this lil number:

Thursday, June 24, 2010

We Were Cowboys Once, and Young

Blog-Bud Dan put a post up yesterday that talked about cowboys... and a good part of that post was about how he and his friends used to ride their hobby-horses all over the neighborhood chasing down bad guys and saving the ranch.  It was only a few days ago that the subject of cowboys came up here at EIP... on Father's Day, actually...  when we went off on a tangent talking about them and our youth.  It goes without sayin'... yet I always do... that I was BIG into cowboys in my yoot.  My parents had close encounters with the Poor House keeping me in cowboy paraphernalia, too.  And I have proof of my last.

That's the intro.  So cue up some appropriate music and return with us now to those thrillin' days o' yesteryear...

That's a Hopalong Cassidy shirt, pants, boots, guns, and RADIO at lower left.

Adding in the Cassidy hat, gloves, and tie.

I have no ideer who these clothes are modeled on.  Prolly some C&W singer.

Weren't we cool?  Heh.

Yep.  We were cool alright and we weren't wearin' Wranglers.

Look Out, Virgil... Here We Come

We had our moments of anxiety, especially in the final two minutes of the third period, but all's well that ends well.

Buh-bye, Ducks.  You had a good run in the regular season but you just weren't QUITE up to the task at hand.  From that "read more" link in the graphic above:

ANAHEIM -- For the second straight game, the Detroit Red Wings faced elimination, and for the second straight contest, their captain helped them avoid it.

Henrik Zetterberg scored the opening goal and assisted on another, while goalie Jimmy Howard made 31 saves as the Red Wings defeated the Anaheim Ducks 3-2 at Honda Center in Game 7 of this Western Conference Quarterfinal series at Honda Center on Sunday night.

The seventh-seeded Red Wings, who needed at least a point in the final game of the regular season just to qualify for the postseason, will now move on to face the rival Chicago Blackhawks in the Western Conference Semifinals. The start of that series has yet to be determined.

[...]

Detroit continued to frustrate the Ducks for much of the third period, but Zetterberg went to the penalty box for delay of game and Anaheim quickly cut the two-goal deficit in half. Beaucheim (sic; should be Beauchemin) threw the puck towards the net and it glanced off Jonathan Ericsson's skate and into the net with 3:17 remaining. Twice before in this series, the Ducks had erased multi-goal deficits in the third period.

THAT was the source of my anxiety, in that we've seen this movie too many times before... but the Wings hung on and the rest is history.  Now it's on to Chicago... where we'll see if those 'Hawks are real or not.  This is a rivalry I'm gonna miss when the Wings move to the Eastern Conference next year... and this final playoff series should be a great one.

In Which We Deviate From the Norm

I did sumthin' today that I thought I'd NEVER do... I bought a pair o' jeans that aren't made by the descendents o' Levi Strauss.  Like this:

Wranglers.  I hate to admit it, but the principal driver here was cost.  Have you looked at what Mr. Strauss' descendents are asking for a garden-variety pair o' 501s lately?  Those Wranglers you see above cost less than HALF... much less, when ya get right down to it... o' what ol' Levi is askin' for his jeans.  So we bit the bullet and bought a pair o' Wranglers.  We'll throw 'em in the wash later on today and will begin wearin' 'em tomorrow.

It's the end... mebbe... of an era.  I've been a 501 kinda guy for over 40 years now but all that is liable to change.  In the meantime it's a beautiful day here on The High Plains o' New Mexico and there's beer that needs drinkin'.  So it's out to the verandah... in our 501s... to drink us some Sammy Adams Summer Ale.

Happy Mother's Day

The fifth annual reiteration of our Mother's Day post:

Happy Mother's Day

 

Ah…dog poop. Probably one of the (very) minor reasons my second marriage failed…coz The Second Mrs. Pennington was largely in charge of the particularly odious chore — following behind three dogs, including two pretty good-sized ones — let’s say about 90% of it. And she never hesitated to point out that fact to me. 

[...]

The Mom’s Day image comes from new-to-me blog TGAW…who has great pics of Glacier National Park, in addition to providing me with this “wouldn’t it be great but it would NEVER frickin’ happen in real life” Mom’s Day illustration. Thanks, TGAW!!

Remind me to write about Glacier…some day.

But, seriously. Happy Mother’s Day to all my favorite Moms, and even to those who aren’t my favorites. I’ll remain cryptic on that last.

Call yer Mom!  Or better yet, give her a big hug and a kiss if you still can.  There comes a time in life when she won't be around, ya know.