What’s in a Deck of Cards?

You’d be surprised. (Have the tissues ready.)

H/T The Other McCain, who snagged it from Gerard.

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig

Well, I’m back from Nashville and other parts southern. Things I learned on my latest excellent adventure:

The drive up I-24, between Chattanooga and Nashville this time of year is downright stunning.

At the Gaylord Opryland Resort, one should avoid the room service menu at all costs. The food was so bad, I’m pretty sure if my little dog was along for the trip, he wouldn’t have eaten it either.

Again, in referring to the Gaylord Opryland Resort, I an convinced the place is run by Yankees. The evidence? A good glass of sweet tea was not to be had at any price.

Lunch, or any meal really, at Ellendale’s is worth the drive, even if from Atlanta. And yes, they had marvelous, glorious sweet tea, over which we gushed and guzzled and groveled for take-out cups.

At least while I was away, I managed to miss Atlanta’s PollenApocalypse. The count was high in Nashville on Tuesday as well, but I was indoors, trapped in boring presentations in freezing conference rooms all enveloped by No-Sweet-Tea-Land (see item above).

While still in fer parts north of here, I was contacted about winning first prize for a pair of knitted socks. For those who scoff at my new obsession – well, nannynannybooboo on you. This is what I won. The grand poo-bah of needle sets.

After Nashville, came Macon. While The Hubster was rehearsing for the trip of a lifetime, I visited the best yarn shop in middle Georgia, Creative Yarns. Extra plus – I got to ogle the needles that UPS will soon deposit at my door.

Friday and Saturday brought haircuts, groceries, dogs stuff, shopping and other such mundane things, signalling that life was returning to normal. Or at least as normal as it gets around these parts.

Where In the World

I’m in the far away land of Nashville, where the hill folk live, to attend a conference. Posting will be light to non-existant while I’m away.

Talk amongst yourselves, but play nice.

Six is a Magic Number

One is the loneliest number. But today of all days, six is THE magic number.

Today is Pi Day, that illustrious day in geekdom which devotees of Big Bang Theory know only rivals Saturnalia Miracles and Spock’s birthday in its hallowed reverence and extended festivities.

It is also the day this little blog was hatched. Previous year’s posts have gone into all the hows and whys and wheres and whos that contributed to my general sense of blogmentia. If you’re a newbie, check them out here – The First, Year One, Two, Three, Four, and Five.)

Parsecs and parsecs of prime red-meat snarkage.

Where do I even begin to summarize? How do you distill years of verbiage into one perfect little nugget of wisdom?

This works: “Sometimes the stupidity of people just stupefies me.”

Now we have another election before us. Heaven help America. After four years of The Won, if this doesn’t make you want to run out and vote for whatever goat ends up on the GOP ticket, well, you’re just reading the wrong blog. Run along now.

Completely unrelated, other than mentioning Pi again, since it’s Pi Day and all, did you know that you can even use Pi as basis of the stripe pattern in hand-knit socks? Behold:

While there are those who mock me at my new found passion for knitting, saying it cuts into my housework (hahahaahaaa good one), socializing and blogging time, I beg to differ. At least, in the coming nuclear winter of holocaust and starvation, my family’s feet will be warm. And hands. And heads. And necks. And…

So now you want to be my friend…. I see how this works.

Birthdays, Solar Storms, Busted Gizmos and Grief

Over the weekend, my baby boy turned 20. I’m so proud of the young man he is becoming.

Today, just as we managed to run all the carpetbaggin’ politicians out of town, more trouble rolls in.

Beginning this evening, a strong solar storm will start bombarding the Earth with all sorts of magnetic happiness, sure to cause all the gizmos and gadgets we are addicted to … to misbehave. So tomorrow may be a very long day, especially for those so afflicted.

Don’t mistake it for an EMP (a type of tech attack America is woefully unprepared for), because according to our Dear Leader, no one wants to attack America. Riiiiight…

An EMP attack is a high-intensity burst of electromagnetic energy caused by the rapid acceleration of charged particles. These particles, if strong enough, cause a destruction of electrical circuits. This affects cell phones, computers, vehicles, airplanes, and even the power grid. In the case of a successful EMP attack, transportation systems would be halted, communications devices would be rendered useless, and grocery stores would be unable to preserve or restore food supplies. “The result would be starvation, disease, and lawlessness on a scale not experienced in modern times,” [Eric] Hannis says.

Wow. That sounds a lot like a plot from The Walking Dead. But without Dale. Poor Dale. Poor dead Dale. Or the current whiny GOP narrative.

And the grief? Well, I’m still awash in it, as each new day brings a different revelation. I covet your prayers.

David Frum’s Final Beclownment

It’s bad enough he beclowns himself daily, but his article about the passing of Andrew Breitbart is truly disgusting.

Ace gives him the what for he deserves for speaking so ill of the dead. And it leaves a mark. A delicious whelp.

From the dawn of time the primitives in the woods envied and feared those with the Magic of Fire.

David Frum exceeded Andrew Breitbart in one measure only, span of life.

But not in life.

David Frum will die as he lived, gray, timid, small, spiteful, cramped in thought and bent in spirit, slender of talent and obese in self-regard, unloved, unnoticed, unremembered and unread.

Better to live outrageously for only a short spell than to hiss from the shadows, content to live within the niggling license of Master’s Leash.

Read the whole thing. It is stellar.

Stacy prays, despite all his antics, that he never screws up as bad as this.

Stunning News: Andrew Breitbart Died Last Night

Andrew Breitbart, 1969-2012

H/T Gateway Pundit.

From Big Hollywood:

With a terrible feeling of pain and loss we announce the passing of Andrew Breitbart.

Andrew passed away unexpectedly from natural causes shortly after midnight this morning in Los Angeles.

We have lost a husband, a father, a son, a brother, a dear friend, a patriot and a happy warrior.

Andrew lived boldly, so that we more timid souls would dare to live freely and fully, and fight for the fragile liberty he showed us how to love.

Andrew recently wrote a new conclusion to his book, Righteous Indignation:

I love my job. I love fighting for what I believe in. I love having fun while doing it. I love reporting stories that the Complex refuses to report. I love fighting back, I love finding allies, and—famously—I enjoy making enemies.

Three years ago, I was mostly a behind-the-scenes guy who linked to stuff on a very popular website. I always wondered what it would be like to enter the public realm to fight for what I believe in. I’ve lost friends, perhaps dozens. But I’ve gained hundreds, thousands—who knows?—of allies. At the end of the day, I can look at myself in the mirror, and I sleep very well at night.

Andrew is at rest, yet the happy warrior lives on, in each of us.

Jeff Emanuel at RedState:

Andrew was larger than life in many ways. A huge man with an even bigger personality (and a still bigger family), he was kind and generous to a fault, and had a level of dedication and tenacity that few of us will ever be able to understand.

Though he was viewed by many on the left as the reincarnation of the Prince of Darkness himself – a persona he worked very hard to maintain – Andrew was a kind man who cared as passionately about for his fellow man as he did for the conservative cause.

Indeed. I met him only once, at CPAC 2011. He was charming and just as attentive to me, in our few minutes chatting, as he was to the BigBlogGuys.

Words fail. Please pray for the Breitbart family.

UPDATE: Ed has video of Andrew waxing his usual eloquence on the Pigford fiasco, along with new information that Andrew collapsed while walking outside his home around midnight. EMT’s were unable to revive him. So, so sad.

Erick says “a supernova has gone dark.” (Cross-posted at PeachPundit) What a perfect description of Andrew.

What I admired most about Andrew was his willingness to be the lightening rod despite criticism from both the left and the right. He was the lightening rod and when lightening struck, Andrew used the brilliant flash of light to direct everyone’s attention to precisely what he wanted them to see. He was a master at it. The attention he garnered was never about getting attention for himself, but using the attention to tell the story and share the news he wanted told and shared.

The Apologetic President

Gleefully swiped from Gerard.

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