Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Genius...Not So Much

 I was browsing around Amazon for chess computers and saw this:


Here's what caught my eye:


I'm a pretty poor chess player and I'm certainly no genius but even I can tell the difference between chess and checkers. 

I can picture a scene with these two ten years from now. 'Danny, are you smoking pot?' 'No, mom, it's an herbal remedy for my asthma. Can I borrow the car?' 'Sure, Danny!' 


Saturday, December 19, 2020

Support Hell Questions

 

How often do you think they get this question:

My kid's kinda dumb, will this work?

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Déjà vu, all over again

 Screengrab from a documentary about the Great Depression of the 1930's.

What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.  Ecclesiastes 1:9 


Friday, August 7, 2020

Sounds of Summer

When I was growing up there was an older guy who lived across the way who'd sit out on his back porch during nice weather. Sometimes I'd sit with him and play Yahtzee while an Indians game was playing on a transistor radio.

I think that's where and when I learned how to listen to a radio 'out of one ear', to listen for a change in the announcer's pitch, rhythm and emphasis and focus on the game when something happened. Later in life I also realized that television sports announcers, no matter how good, just don't do the same job as the radio guys. Television demands your full attention. Radio frees you to wander during lulls. And baseball has a lot of lulls. 

Lately Major League Baseball has been playing to an empty house with fan noise piped into the broadcast audio. I haven't seen a streaming broadcast yet but the audio's pretty convincing, to me at least.

Now I'm the older guy. I play fetch with my cats and putter around while an Indians game is on in the background. Somehow I find comfort in it.

Sunday, August 2, 2020

A Real Flying Tiger Paint Job

I don't know much about this photo other than it was taken at Dushanbe International Airport in Tajikistan.



When I was about 5 we moved into a 2-story building. My bedroom windows faced traffic incoming to Hopkins Airport in Cleveland. The planes appeared to be flying directly at me. They were, but a few hundred feet off the ground. The first plane I watched was a jet with a black ball on the nose. I ran downstairs screaming and in tears. When I realized I was still alive I sat for hours watching the planes. Thus began a fascination with aviation. (Hey, that rhymes.)

I can't imagine what my reaction would have been if this guy was the one that came over back then. That is one bad-assed paint job.

Update: This is Kazakhstan’s Air Astana's new (in 2018) Embraer 190-E2.

According to Aerotime Hub, 'The aircraft arrived in a very peculiar livery, portraying a snow leopard. "With this unusual livery, the airline intends to draw universal community attention to the problem of snow leopard extinction and raise environmental protection issues," the airline representatives told ATO. With only around 100 snow leopards left in Kazakhstan, the species is Red-book listed and always under extinction threat.'

If you do an image search for 'Profit Hunter' or 'planes with animal faces' you'll find some other remarkable works of art on airliners.

Meow!