Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012

Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012
Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas at Luche Libre Taco Shop in San Diego, March 2012

Monday, February 28, 2022

The Russian Rambo & The General

 A Russian General is reviewing the troops in Belarus. He approaches one fearsome looking soldier armed to the teeth with small arms, rifles, grenades - the whole lot.

He says to the soldier, "Sergeant, do you think you would be ready for battle after downing a shot of vodka?"

The well-armed Sergeant looks the General directly in the eye and replies sharply, "Yes Sir!"

"Well then", the General asks, "Do you think you would be ready for battle after downing 5 shots of vodka?"

The Sergeant again looks the General directly in the eye and says, "Of course - I'm here, aren't I?" 


Sunday, February 27, 2022

Malicious Behavior On The Eastern Front

 Another control freak madman 
Threatening the world again
Going to make everybody fall in line
By hook or by crook or by tank

Friday, February 25, 2022

Old Houses In An Old Area Of Denver

    A few days ago a friend of mine asked if I'd be willing to help him with a few small package deliveries, as it was damn cold out (5 degrees f) and he didn't want to have to shut his van off every time he had to make a stop.

   As I was not engaged in anything I acquiesced and during the course of the day we toured a few of the older neighborhoods in the Denver metro area. Of course I took pictures, a lot of pictures - mostly of older small homes that had been kept up or jazzed up by their occupants.

                                                            The storage container house

                                                 The I wish I was closer to the ocean house

                                                      The modern Santa Fe reimagined house

                                                           The duo-dormer duplex house

                                                                    The rock house

                                      The Japanese archway with a Southwestern twist house

                                          The brick mason who knows what he's doing house

                                                 The contemporary adobe Pueblo house

                                              The grand Four-Square with pergola house

                                                   The Arizona sunset house (with flamingo)

                                                 The we-didn't have-enough-bricks house

                                               The Tudor Victorian mansion mash-up house

                                                     The white iron picket fence house

                                      The patterned concrete faced, stacked columns house 

                                         The subtle two-tone stucco & clapboard siding house
                                             




                  











Thursday, February 24, 2022

Not Being Flippant, Just Curious

 Is it that every single human being on this planet (including yours truly) is oblivious to some aspect of their own behavior that is as annoying as all get out?

Or is it that every single human being on this planet (including yours truly) is capable of being annoyed by an aspect of anyone's behavior, no matter how innocuous

I know the answer to this on a personal level, as I do manage to annoy people just by being me - I have literally been told that a person has left a room simply because I had entered it - and I've been told that (or similar) on several occasions.

Now, I am not sure what aspect of my personality or appearance or behavior it was that caused those specific individuals to leave a place when I entered, but I have learned not to give it too much thought, as it's really none of my business what other people think of me - they are entitled to their thoughts just as much as I am.

And the opposite is also true - I have literally walked out of a room when I saw a person I just did not want to have to share the same air with, for what I believed were sound, rational reasons. 

Though I could have been wrong - my perceptions of who and what people really are have turned out to be erroneous on multiple occasions.

My point is this: What compels the aforementioned behaviors and reactions? Is it an innate defensive mechanism? Is it an experience-based filtration system we all develop as we age? Is it a lack of tolerance or acceptance that grows within us like a cancer, mutating into a dominating aspect of our world view due to lack of the ability to recognize it and learn to excise it before it takes control of us?

Or is simply that each and everyone of us has a little bit of a**hole in us that cannot be contained or modified in anyway, no matter how hard we try?




Wednesday, February 23, 2022

Don't Shoot Until You See The Whites Of Their Eyes!

   As most of the world probably knows, prior to the American Revolutionary war and the founding of the United States of America, the Puritans, English Protestants who didn't believe that the Church of England was doing enough to distance itself from the practices of the Roman Catholic Church, left England en masse for the recently discovered land of North America. 

   They settled an area that is now known as New England (an area that comprises the states of Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire, Connecticut, Maine, & Rhode Island) and first established Plymouth Colony, and then a few years later, the Massachusetts Bay Colony.

   What followed after the establishment of those colonies was nearly 130 years of war between the English colonists and their allies the Iroquois people, and the French colonists and their allies known as the Algonquians.

   Cliff notes, gotta love 'em.

   Those wars dramatically changed the way wars were fought then, and are fought now (crazy that wars still exist in this enlightened age, eh?).

   The big change can be summed up in two words: Guerilla warfare.

   See, for a few thousand years Armies fought each other by forming regimented columns and then basically charging into each other, which generally resulted in victory for the largest army, as the larger the group of men a country could put into action, the better the chances would be that they'd have the last man standing, and thus be victorious.

   History credits a British Major, one Robert Rogers, with being the first person to codify guerilla warfare. He fused tactics he had learned and/or developed serving in various Colonial militias since 1746 with tactics he observed being used by the tribes fighting one another (and how they fought for and against the French & British).

   When he was charged with putting together a light infantry unit that became known as Robert's Rangers in 1756, he set down on paper the following rules and procedures (Note, this is being written down verbatim - no attempt has been made to contemporize the language or correct the grammar):

1) Don't forget nothing.

2) Have your musket clean as a whistle, hatchet scoured, sixty rounds powder and ball, and be ready to march at a minute's warning.

3) When you're on the march, act the way you would if you was sneaking up on deer. See the enemy first.

4) Tell the truth about what you see and what you do. There is an army depending on us for correct information. You can lie all you please when you tell other folks about the Rangers, but don't never lie to a Ranger or officer.

5) Don't never take a chance you don't have to.

6) When we're on the march we march single file, far enough apart so one shot can't go through two men.

7) If we strike swamps, or soft ground, we spread out abreast, so it's hard to track us.

8) When we march, we keep moving till dark, so as to give the enemy the least possible chance at us.

9) When we camp, half the party stays awake while the other half sleeps.

10) If we take prisoners, we keep 'em separate till we have had time to examine them, so they can't cook up a story between 'em.

11) Don't ever march home the same way. Take a different route so you won't be ambushed.

12) No matter whether we travel in big parties or little ones, each party has to keep a scout 20 yards ahead, 20 yards on each flank and 20 yards in the rear, so the main body can't be surprised and wiped out.

13) Every night you'll be told where to meet if surrounded by a superior force.

14) Don't never sit down to eat without posting sentries.

15) Don't sleep beyond dawn. Dawn's when the French and Indian's attack.

16) Don't cross a river by a regular ford.

17) If somebody's trailing you, make a circle, come back on your own tracks, and ambush the folks who aim to ambush you. 

18) Don't stand up when the enemy's coming against you. Kneel down. Hide behind a tree.

19) Let the enemy come till he's almost close enough to touch. Then let him have it and jump out and finish him up with your hatchet.

 Modifications of those rules and guidelines have been made by various Ranger units over the years (Roberts himself expanded them to 28 Rules of Rangin' in 1759) and are still in use to this day. 


Tuesday, February 22, 2022

Sunday, February 20, 2022

The Therapeutic Value Of A Sunday Morning Laugh

   Early one morning a Priest walks outside and discovers a dead donkey laying in the street in front of his church.

   Quickly recovering from the initial shock he walks back into the rectory and calls the city Animal Control department.

   Unfortunately, after speaking with an Animal Control officer he is told that the disposal of animal remains is not their responsibility, and that he should probably call the sanitation department.

   So the Priest calls the Department of Sanitation and explains that there is a dead beast of burden laying in the street in front of his church, and the representative replies that they do not handle animal remains. Perhaps, suggests the clerk, he should try calling the Zoo.

   Becoming a bit agitated, the Priest then calls the Zoo, whereupon he is told that the Zoo only deals with the animals in the Zoo, and is told that his best bet might be the Department of Public Safety.

   Frustrated, the Priest decides to call the Mayor at his home.

   The Mayor answers the phone and immediately the Priest launches into a tirade about the discovery of the dead ass laying in the street in front of the church and the phone calls he had made in an effort to get it removed and disposed of.

   Confused and a little irritated as the Priest rants on about the situation the Mayor interrupts him, stating, "Father O'Dell I can understand your frustration with the situation, but why are you calling me at my home about this? What do you expect me to do about it?

   "Do about it?" replies the Priest, "I don't expect you to do anything about it Mayor Williams. I'm just paying a courtesy call to the next of kin."