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Seriously…look at this face:

Would I lie to you?

Did I ever mention that my Lucy is a compulsive liar?

Now, would I say something that wasn't true?

Yes, yes you would Lucy and you know it.  You lie all the time!  You claim that we are being invaded on a regular basis and proceed to launch yourself, with your *BARK* on full volume, at any thump, bump, or sound that is even remotely close to a door knock…

I don't know what you're talking about.

…also that you claim no one ever feeds you…just so you can get seconds.  You know you do!

There must be something more interesting to talk about...

Not to mention the fact that if it rattles, clinks, or scraps, CLEARLY the world is ending and you wind up in a shivering ball of shaking puppy on my lap and leaning so far into me that I have difficulty breathing.  Imagine…a fifty pound lap dog trying to crawl under your shirt, good grief!

Dinner?

Yes.  But since you are otherwise a most noble and admirable canine, Lucy, I don’t hold any of this against you.  You’re too durn cute.

"Thank heavens for small mercies."

It’s the 4th again…and while I may be caustically pessimistic about how independently “free” this nation actually is given the purposeful growth of government and the control it is exerting all the way down to the Cap & Trade bill specifically telling me how long I can shower, I still adore fireworks and picnics and getting together with family and friends to commemorate how our nation won it’s freedom in the first place.  Never mind that our Constitutional freedoms continue to fall under attack…LET’S GO BLOW STUFF UP AND PARTY!

This year my mom and dad have come down for a visit and we are having a great time!  Mr. Blu has our pyromaniac stash all ready to go, and the block party is about to get started.  This should be a great night.  :D

Actually, the way we “do” the 4th now is a lot like how my family did it when I was growing up.  Everyone would get together at gram and gramps house by the lake and we’d have the traditional fried chicken, potato salad, and cherry pie all spread out on gram’s red and white checked table cloth in the yard.  Lots of sparkler’s being lit off which led to the obligatory writing of one’s name in the air trick.  Everyone was swimming or sunning on the dock and everyone would be having a great time just being together (we had a rather large family now that I think about it).

As the sun would set, we’d all hop onto our private barge and head out to the middle of the lake with the rest of the community to watch the spectacular show over the water.  There is nothing like watching those showers of gold, silver, red, blue, and green as they reflect brilliantly off the rippling surface of the dark water  (and since I don’t have any decent pictures to show you, I will be relying on Flickr – all are from the lake I grew up on though).

Isn’t that gorgeous?  Those sparks shower almost down to the water…sometimes they DO touch the water, so close to us we could hear the “hiss” as it’s light was extinguished.

Occasionally, one would shoot off and not go as high as it was supposed to…then we’d wind up with something like this:

That would make for a whole lotta hissin’! :D

And THEN, there was the one time that one went up…*thump*…we watched a light trail of sparks climb, climb, climb…then it slowed down…then it turned and started to fall, straight down to the launch site…the pyrotechnicians started bailing off all sides of the barge and just as the last one leaped, it hit and exploded into the most amazing show any of us had ever seen or ever will see again!

This happened very early into the show so there were about 30 minutes worth of morters all set to go.  Well it went all right! *laugh* A full show, ALL at once, on the surface of the lake, in the time span of about 2 minutes.  It was SPECTACULAR!!!  It looked something like this (The Singapore incident from 2008):

With a dash of this:

It was amazing!!!  And no one was seriously hurt, although I think I remember one of the techs did get some minor burns.

Yep…the next year, they made all the boats stay about a few thousand feet away from the barge! LOL!  Even with such a precaution in place, the last time I was there (2003ish), one of the canisters tipped over during the show and actually shot a mortar at the beach where the spectators were!

Pretty scary…but beautiful still.  Be careful everyone!  And have a great time tonight!!!  HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!! (enjoy it while you can!)

Fishing.

I do not fish.  Sadly, I have little interest beyond reading a book in the boat while my man fishes instead.  We’ve never had the chance to do that even.  It’s sad when life is SO busy you can’t even find yourself a boat and go read while your spouse does some fishin’.  *sigh*

ANYWAY…my daughter does fish because Mr. BluEyedDaizy is teaching her, and she loves it!  *grin*  Recently, she was able to talk me into taking her to the local ponds for some quick fishin’ in which I was assured all I would have to do was sit back, relax and just enjoy the scenery.  Instead, I found myself fighting off mosquitoes, trying to keep little girl from falling in, trying to keep myself from falling in, and I was turned into Captain Detangler as it seemed that every third or fourth cast her reel would explode into a fistful of knots.  Lol.

She only managed to catch two things:  a nearby tree branch…and this:

Great if you're a vegetarian with a proclivity for duck poo infested vegetation.

Ah…well, she is miles ahead of me at this point and if she keeps going, no doubt she’ll be reeling in some lovely rainbow trout before long.  Of course, we’ll have to go to a lake that actually HAS rainbow trout…but if you’ve ever had the opportunity to have trout that fresh, you’d think it was worth the trip too.

Ghosts

Say what you will about Michael Jackson, but what can’t be denied is his creativity and imagination.  He was most definitely an entertainer.

So, what do you get when you put Michael Jackson and Stephen King in a blender and hit frappe’?

“Ghosts”, which makes “Thriller” look tame in comparison…

And yes, that is Michael Jackson doing the moonwalk in a white/fat man suit. ;)

I’d never seen this short film before today…just thought I’d share.

We’ve just learned Michael Jackson has died. He was 50.

Michael suffered a cardiac arrest earlier this afternoon and paramedics were unable to revive him. We’re told when paramedics arrived Jackson had no pulse and they never got a pulse back.

Michael is survived by three children: Michael Joseph Jackson, Jr., Paris Michael Katherine Jackson and Prince “Blanket” Michael Jackson II.

Jackson had 13 number one hits during his solo career.

Story developing…

TMZ Report. Very sad if it’s true.

Update:  Report confirmed - LA Times, CNN

I view Michael Jackson as someone who had a very twisted upbringing with no control over his life, then or ever.  Someone like that would live a very twisted life and it seems he has.

I feel very sad for his own children, for his fans, but don’t be too deluded…the fact remains that his innocence or guilt in the first accusation has not been proved because he paid off his accusers in a way that would keep them from talking so…that leaves a huge cloud of suspicion over his head.  The trial in 2005 came back with a verdict of “not guilty, on all counts” but still, his image was damaged beyond repair.  The truth is, none of us will ever really know one way or the other. We can look at how he handled the accusations and yes, it does raise suspicion when he pays millions of dollars to keep an accuser quiet.

On the other hand, keep in mind his abusive father who  may have been the driving force that made Michael change his appearance so drastically.  Also, remember the kind of life he was forced into at an extremely early age in a time when drugs/sex were as freely available to the musical elite as was tap water.

Here is an interesting article on the psycology of Michael Jackson and why he likely wasn’t a pedophile. If this is the case, then it does explain Michael’s sometimes bizarre lifestyle and love for children.

On the good side, he was immensely talented.  Fred Astaire is quoted saying, “Oh, God! That boy moves in a very exceptional way. That’s the greatest dancer of the century” and upon his death was further quoted saying, “I didn’t want to leave this world without knowing who my descendant was. Thank you Michael!”

He did a lot of good in the world. But, all of us is guilty of something, we all sin – it is the nature of man (or woman, as the case may be).  If Michael Jackson is remembered for his humanitarian work, or for his talent, or for his sins…only time will tell.

For myself, I will remember him as I first saw him in 1980.

Her name is Neda.

Neda

"She couldn't stand the injustice of it all," Panahi said. "All she wanted was the proper vote of the people to be counted."

Family, friends mourn Iranian woman whose death was caught on video

Standing on a street corner in Tehran, a witness to the protests around her, Neda watched as the anger of her nation unfolded around her.  She was 26 years old.

It is said that as she stood on that corner, a Basij soldier hiding from one of the rooftops of the civilian houses took aim on her and fired, hitting her directly in her heart.

The name Neda in Farsi means “voice” or “call”.

Here is what I am certain of:  Neda did not know that morning when she woke up and dressed that she would become the voice of an entire nation.  She did not know as she sat  at breakfast that she would become the the inspiration of a movement.  She did not know as she stood on that street corner with her father watching her city being torn apart by the indifference of it’s “leadership” and the brutality of it’s theocracy that her name would be the one held up as a battle cry against injustice, against the evil of a government bent on the destruction of it’s own citizens.

Neda could not have known that yesterday morning would be the last one she would see or that her music teacher’s voice would be one of the last sounds she would hear. That a stinging whiff of teargas mingled with the smell of singed concreate drifting down the street from clashes further away would be the last scent she would breathe in.  That the last light in her eyes would be tainted with the black smoke of her burning city, Tehran.  I cannot imagine that she would have wished to become a martyr.

The image of her death is burned into my mind forever and my heart grieves for her family, for the life she had and lost all because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Iran Tonight

Translation:

Tomorrow is Saturday. Tomorrow is a day of destiny.

Tonight, the cries of Allah-o Akbar are heard louder and louder than the nights before.

Where is this place?  Where is this place where every door is closed?  Where is this place where people are simply calling God?  Where is this place where the sound of Allah-o Akbar gets louder and louder?

I wait every night to see if the sounds will get louder and whether the number increases. It shakes me.  I wonder if God is shaken.

Where is this place that where so many innocent people are entrapped?  Where is this place where no one comes to our aid?  Where is this place that only with our silence we are sending our voices to the world?  Where is this place that the young shed blood and then people go and pray — standing on that same blood and pray.  Where is this place where the citizens are called vagrants?

Where is this place?  You want me to tell you?  This place is Iran.  The homeland of you and me.

This place is Iran.

Iran Updates

I am dismayed by the reaction of Iran’s government. Dismayed but not surprised. In a true democracy, a peaceful protest would be allowed without violence on the part of the President. In a true democracy, at least an investigation and recount of the vote would happen.

This week we have seen the evidence that the democracy of Iran is nothing but a facade, a sham, meaningless words of a cruel, power greedy dictator who values nothing but his own ability to control.  Such a person is not worthy of anything but disdain.  Ahmadinejad is a soulless, spineless little fraction of a man (as are those who support him) whose only purpose seems, by his own actions, to be the raping and demoralizing of Iran.  He would turn a Sea of Green in to a mourning sea of red.

I watched this happen 20 years ago in China.  I watch it happen now in Iran.  I am truly scared for the people of Iran tomorrow.  Please, be safe.  Know that the rest of the world is watching and we stand with you.

امروز همه ايراني هستيم

ETA:  More amazing images from Iran: faramarz’s Photostream

Caution:  Graphic Images in video below.

And LiveStream from Tehran!

Click here to go directly to livestream.

Report: Robert Pattinson Hit by Taxicab

Amid a New York City mob of frenzied fans, Rob Pattinson collided with a taxi on the street outside the Strand bookstore downtown Thursday, according to reports.

When your “love” for any given actor/actress forces them to flee from you, take that as a hint that you may be coming on a bit strong.

Before you hyperventilate, he’s just fine…this time. Heh.

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