You may notice fewer typos this go round–SuSu, God bless her, stuck large-print letters on our mostly worn-out keyboard, so one no longer need be a member of the touch-type fraternity (or sorority) to use the thing.  Personally, I think touch-typing and short-hand  are part of a vast world-wide conspiracy.  Short-hand especially.  See, the truth is that those squiggles that stenos make are totally meaningless, they make it al up as they go along.  Thanks to alien technology, however, they have perfect recall.  That’s how they do it.

The new quiz was partly inspired by those folks who didn’t do well on my last ones, in that in this puppy, the lower your score, the better off you are, the theme being “Are you as deranged as I am?”  A perfect score means you should probably be institutionalized.  Enjoy!  (You can find it over there on the left, at the bottom of my custom module.)

Here I am on a sleepy Sunday, still torpid from a great artery-clogging breakfast  of corned beef hash  and eggs and distracted by this stupid fibro or arthritic pain in my hip, so there will be no heavy musings today.  Instead, for now I am just going to give a little preview and a couple of jokes I stole from Drew Carey.  One of these days, Im gonna do a new quiz which no one (I hope) will pass, to be entitled “Are you as deranged as I am?”  It should be fun.

Now for the jokes,  Guy walks into a bar, asks id they serve single-malt Scotch.  Barkeep says yes, guy asks for five shots, just line em up.  Barkeep does so, and the fufe fores all five down, boom boom boom boom boom, on less time than it takes to tell about it.  Barkeep says, You know, it’s none of my business, but I never saw anyone drink like that.”  Guy says,” If you had what I have, you’d drink like that, too.”  Barkeep takes an involuntary step backwards, says “Why, what do you have?”  Dude says”Fifty cents.”

I’m getting ftustrated (took me three tries to get the last “dude” right), so this will be all for now. 

4th of July

Parade in

Talkeetna

When the parade started the batteries in my camera died.  By the time I replaced them, the parade was over. 

Luckily, at the end of Main street, they turned around and did it again. I wonder how many other  4th parades feature an ice cream wagon, complete with loudspeakers playing jaunty carnival-type music, and a Brownie troop. 
 

The Vets at the lead did their drill routine with touching ernestness, and a little girl was running around with an American flag in her mouth.  Take that, Osama! 

Oh and a huge RV–one with more usable floor square footage than our own humble abode–inadvertently became the tail end of the parade.

[ed. note:  I wish he'd gotten a shot of that.]

Sound effects were provided by the sirens on the fire trucks and the big fire (or air raid, I dunno) siren on the roof of Nagley’s general store.

Images and text by Greyfox–feeble attempt to match text to images by Kathy

Almost every day at my stand, I hear people complain about the increasingly absurd and oppressive “security” measures at airports.  I am heartened that so many folks are coming to realize what a sham it is.  The paper today had a story about how lousy the security us–in tests, undercover good guys were able to get fake guns through 25% of the time.  (I assume they played fair and used  toy metal guns instead of plastic jobbies.)  Thing is, I happen to know an almost fool-proof way of getting a gun through almost any securuty checkpoint  I get a huge kick out of revealing this to tourists, some of whom say “Now I’m REALLY afraid to fly.”  Well folks, just doin’ my job–to comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable.