Well, just what shall I get Damsel for Mothers Day? BLING-BLING? Naw, she has plenty of that already. This time she needs BANG-BANG!

As usual, I met with the boss last week to discuss current activities, progress and problems. When it came time to discuss planned absences, I mentioned that I needed some time off that afternoon to go and pick up Damsel’s Mothers’ Day gift.
“That’s fine,” he said, “What are you going to get her?” he asked.
“A Smith & Wesson 686-6 three-fifty-seven magnum revolver,” I answered.
“No, really . . .” he chuckled.
“Seriously,” I replied, “that’s what she wants. You should have seen her face light up the first time I suggested such a thing. You would have thought I offered her a pair of 200 karat diamond-encrusted slippers and a coach ride to the Prince’s Ball.”
“The Damsel takes pride in our home and garden,” I said, “and home security is definitely on her list of essential ‘housewares.'”
“Right,” the boss said slowly as he mused, as though to ponder how his spouse might consider such a concept, “that’s important these days.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Inset: Not a bad first firing group – five of seven rounds in the “stop zone.”
Lemurs, those wide-eyed, active, monkey-like animals running around the island in the movie “Madagascar,” are known for their ability to leap. A robotic lemur being tested at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory moves more slowly, but might someday take its own giant leap – by going into space with astronauts.
I had a Cockney friend who used to use the expression “pissed as a newt” for describing someone who was “buzzed.”
I wonder if this means we’re in for a period of “Global Unwarming?” If that should happen, then what will ALGOR and the Enviroloons* do for their amusement?
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