Let’s face it, Kara Thrace tooled around town/base in a honkin’ huge truck…there’s no reason why she didn’t have something like this stored somewhere else on Caprica:
Brace yourselves, it’s about to get geeky. We don’t typically dig on celebrity crushes, but we’ve made a special exception for the lovely Katee Sackhoff. As one of the stars of “Battlestar Galactica,” the actress quickly established herself as our favorite toaster-frakking Viper pilot, and her charm outside that tomboy role only made her more endearing. Now she’s gone and given us another reason to be smitten. Sackhoff recently contracted the custom motorcycle gurus at Classified Moto to build her a machine. Unlike most builds, the crew had almost completely free reign to do as they pleased. The only stipulation Sackhoff gave the builders was that she didn’t want the pegs positioned behind her.
I’ve got a bone to pick here. Starbuck didn’t frak a Toaster. She was married to one of the Final Five. BIG difference. Aside from that, it’s a really cool bike!
Well after nine months of sitting on a free upgrade downloaded to DVD (and with Mountain Lion already out!), I finally got up off my a** and installed Lion. All told, it took about just under two hours. It’s a little different; it seems to run a little smoother than Snow Leopard, and that’s a good thing.
The only issue at this point is making iCloud behave the way I want it to. That will be a challenge to say the least.
CINCINNATI (AP) — Neil Armstrong was a quiet self-described nerdy engineer who became a global hero when as a steely-nerved pilot he made “one giant leap for mankind” with a small step on to the moon. The modest man who had people on Earth entranced and awed from almost a quarter million miles away has died. He was 82.
Armstrong died following complications resulting from cardiovascular procedures, a statement Saturday from his family said. It didn’t say where he died.
Armstrong commanded the Apollo 11 spacecraft that landed on the moon July 20, 1969, capping the most daring of the 20th century’s scientific expeditions. His first words after setting foot on the surface are etched in history books and the memories of those who heard them in a live broadcast.
“That’s one small step for (a) man, one giant leap for mankind,” Armstrong said.
In those first few moments on the moon, during the climax of heated space race with the then-Soviet Union, Armstrong stopped in what he called “a tender moment” and left a patch commemorate NASA astronauts and Soviet cosmonauts who had died in action.
Dang. I so vividly remember watching the Apollo 11 Landing on Italian TV, on a black & white set. Unbelievable! It’s sad that he had to witness what أوباما did to NASA with his “Mohammedan Outreach” program, stripping the United States of her spaceflight capability for some time, with the retirement of the shuttle fleet.
May God comfort and strengthen his family.
For your patron finally has a new logo after 25 years!
The logo has two components: the logotype and the symbol. For the logotype, we are using the Segoe font which is the same font we use in our products as well as our marketing communications. The symbol is important in a world of digital motion (as demonstrated in the video above.) The symbol’s squares of color are intended to express the company’s diverse portfolio of products.
So, both the Red Chinese and the Republic of China dispute the ownership of the Islands in the East China Sea known as Senkaku in Japanese and Diaoyu in Chinese. China ceded them to Japan at the conclusion of the First Sino-Japanese War. The US administered these islands from 1945 until they were turned back over to Japan in 1972.
Now the dispute is heating up: today, some Japanese folks raised their Flag over Uotsuri, one of the Senkaku Islands:
And here’s how the Red Chinese reacted:
Things such as these, to be honest, are to be expected in that part of the world. Allow me let you in on the real reason why it’s happening. Be sure to run your cursor over this, since I will not write the word in English:
Yes folks, his insistence on leading the World from Behind is inviting countries which hitherto shut the frak up on little piddly-a** disputes like this to reassert themselves, and not in a good manner at all. Expect more events like this to occur as the Presidential Election approaches.
Especially in October….
As part of the Bicentennial Commemoration of the War of 1812, the USS Constitution was taken out on a short ten-minute cruise outside Boston Harbor to mark the 200th anniversary of her victory versus HMS Guerriere.
Notice how I referred to the Constitution: as a she and not an it, unlike the author of this article from the Associated (with Terrorists) Press:
The USS Constitution, which was first launched in 1797, will be tugged from its berth in Boston Harbor on Sunday to the main deepwater pathway into the harbor. It will then set out to open seas for a 10-minute cruise.
The short trip marks the day two centuries ago when the Constitution bested the British frigate HMS Guerriere in a fierce battle during the War of 1812. It follows a three-year restoration project and is the first time the Constitution has been to sea on its own since its 200th birthday in 1997.
Before that, it hadn’t sailed under its own power since 1881. The Constitution is periodically tugged into the harbor for historical display.
Being the Navy Brat I am, I cringe every single time anyone in this country refers to a ship without a gender. Granted, that’s what the Germans do. But we are not Germans! The Fifth Column Treasonous Media™ being who they are, want to strip us of our history and traditions, and this AP writer works his unholy magick to do so.
May God always Bless the USS Constitution!
The LA Times is reporting that The Pentagon is working on developing hypersonic vehicles for military use, specifically, going after targets without breaking out the ICBMs that Обама is decimating. Here’s a graphic which compares standard subsonic flight to the proposed vehicle:
All well and good. That said, I just don’t see even conventional flight to Riyadh any time soon. Here’s a more appropriate solution:
Mitt Romney may be a liberal Republican, but with his choice of Representative Paul Ryan (R-WI) as his running mate, he’s signaling he is serious about winning this election. I don’t have to go into all the damage Обама and the Demo☭rats have done to this country over the last three and a half years.
Now, let’s go get them!
One of my FB friends posted on how a Russian official called Madonna a Whore for supporting Pussy Riot. I got a laugh out of it, since some may construe shock over what we all know was Madonna’s modus operandi for a quarter century. At least now she’s being outshone by Lady Gaga, but that’s another story altogether.
Anyway, she’s actually right about Pussy Riot, the all-female Punk Band, some of whose members are serving time in Russian Jail for making a mockery of the Russian political system. I believe this is one event which got them thrown into the slammer:
There is a saying from the Tsarist era…allow me to update it: “Two are Everywhere, God and Putin!”
WHAT? You mean CNN has “Journalistic Standards?” Shocked! I tell you, Shocked!
NEW YORK (Associated [with Terrorists] Press) — Time editor-at-large and CNN host Fareed Zakaria has been suspended by both the magazine and the network for lifting several paragraphs by another writer for his use in a recent Time column.
Zakaria apologized Friday, declaring in a statement he made “a terrible mistake,” adding, “It is a serious lapse and one that is entirely my fault.”
In a separate statement, Time spokesman Ali Zelenko said the magazine accepts Zakaria’s apology, but would suspend his column for one month, “pending further review.”
The article goes on to say that Zakaria, who is a Mohammedan, lifted passages from Hahvard University professor Jill Lepore’s publications on gun control. He should, therefore, feel quite comfortable hanging out with Joe The Biden™.
In any case, CNN actually does the right thing, at least for now. Zakaria may eventually get back on the air after doing some penance…and after the furor dies down. This is, after all, the Fifth Column Treasonous Media™ we’re dealing with here.
Who all remembers former US Senator Bob Torricelli and how he got dumped in the middle of his re-election campaign when polls showed he’d get his a** kicked…only to be replaced by Frank Lautencadaver? Well, the Tennessee Demo☭rat Party is doing the same thing to their candidate nominated by the voters in The Volunteer State:
“The only time that Clayton has voted in a Demo☭ratic primary was when he was voting for himself,” the party said in a news release. “Many Demo☭rats in Tennessee knew nothing about any of the candidates in the race, so they voted for the person at the top of the ticket. Unfortunately, none of the other Demo☭ratic candidates were able to run the race needed to gain statewide visibility or support.
“Mark Clayton is associated with a known hate group in Washington, D.C., and the Tennessee Demo☭ratic Party disavows his candidacy, will not do anything to promote or support him in any way, and urges Demo☭rats to write-in a candidate of their choice in November.”
What a lovely reaction, don’t you agree! And they continue to accuse the GOP of the very hate-filled rhetoric they are apparently sticking to its own nominee!
Yes, the Demo☭rats are not only the Party of Communists, but the Party of Flaming Effeminates, not to mention Racist Groups such as the KKK, La Raza, MEChA…I’m sure I’ve left certain groups out, to Hell with ‘em anyway! I hope Bob Corker kicks their a** so bad come November, they won’t be able to sit down for quite a while.
Never mind which level of Hell they’re on…
“Ah,” said Joe Paterno. “I see you’re awake. Here, let me help you.” The former head football coach from Penn State helped his assistant from the exam table in the locker room.
“Joe?” replied Jerry Sandusky, “What are you doing here? I thought you were dead!”
“I am!” said the former legend whose record was wiped out as a result of Sandusky’s heinous acts and the subsequent coverup which Paterno himself participated in. “And so are you! Look more closely.”
Sandusky, the convicted child molester, focused his eyes and everything came into view with a crimson tint. “Oh…my G-”...and his head was immediately hit with a debilitating pain. He started to scream, but was cut off.
“Careful! You can’t say that word here. Let’s just say that he’s now our…Opponent. You can deal with that pretty well, can’t you? After all, you worked for me up top, and you work for me here too.”
“How’d you manage that?” asked Sandusky.
“I’ll show you in just a moment. How does the rest of you feel?”
“Well…considering I got anally assaulted nearly every day I was in prison.” The pedophile assistant coach got up and began to walk. “Strange…my rectum doesn’t feel sore at all!”
“That’s because the boss granted a special request from me to recruit you to help put together a football team here.”
“In Hell? You gotta be kidding me!”
“Nope,” Paterno shook his head. “Let’s go outside and I’ll show you what I mean.”
The two coaches walked from the locker room to the outside field. Sandusky gasped and smiled, “Why, it’s an exact replica of Beaver Stadium!”
“Only here, it’s called ‘Crappy Valley!’”
The arena was empty, with crisp, burnt red air…and a solitary, fedora-wearing figure up in the stands near the 50-yard line. On the field was something quite different, as clanking figures lined up for scrimmage, eleven per side. “What the Hell are those?”
“Why,” said JoePa matter-of-factly, “that’s our team: the Cylon Raiders! It’s White Squad versus Black Squad. I’ve been working with them, courtesy of our boss up there.” He pointed to the lone figure, who waved back. “Let’s go down to midfield and show these Toasters…”
“Yeah, you’ll see….”
Just then, the lone figure got up and joined the two former Penn State Coaches. “Hello Joe. This must be your assistant, Mr. Sandusky.” He nodded and extended his right hand. “Cavil. John Cavil.”
For once, Sandusky was taken aback. “Are you the…Owner?...of these Raiders?” The Number One Cylon snickered. “I’m certainly not Al Davis, am I? Here! Let’s go meet them Up Close and Personal, shall we?”
The three of them made it to midfield and stood at the line of scrimmage; both squads were lined up for a play. They all rose from their respective stances to pay homage to their leader for 150,000 years.
Meanwhile, up in the stands, Charles Johnson attempted to sell concessions to the fans who were trickling in to see the brawl, with his punishment battalion of seventy-two copies there to make sure he actually performed his duties, lest he be disemboweled again.
The bicycling blogger muttered his breath, “F**k f**k f**k f**k,” then yelled out loud, “Get your Cheetos and Mountain Dew right here! Ten-credit combo!” No one was buying. “S**t s**t s**t s**t,” he muttered again.
“OK RAIDERS!” yelled Paterno. “Time to show Cavil here what you all can do! Line up! Whites, run the basic Up-The-Middle play.” He slammed the ball into Sandusky’s gut, who obliged and amazingly felt as if he were 22 all over again!
Sandusky couldn’t figure out why, but he found himself being taken over by…something. He tossed the ball to the quarterback who resembled a Roman soldier. The cadence began, uttered in an unearthly buzz tone: “RED-FIFTEEN! BLUE-TWENTY-SEVEN! HUT-HUT-HUT!” The quarterback backed away from center, turned and handed the ball to Sandusky, who obligingly ran toward the line of scrimmage. The convicted pedophile then saw the Centurion nose tackle extend his left arm straight out, with his gladius automatically protruding from the forearm. It was aimed directly at Sandusky’s neck! There was no way to stop the play. The running back’s head cleanly severed from the rest of his body and flew several feet into the air, then plopping right beside his now-slumping figure. He remained conscious long enough to see it happen.
Paterno waved his hands over his head and blew the whistle, then ran up to Sandusky as he was dying. “There, that clothesline wasn’t so bad was it! So long as you work for me, you won’t be subjected to the demon with the anvil-shaped genitalia!”
“Got...it….” croaked Jerry Sandusky as he terminated, soon to be resurrected for the first of an endless cycle of deaths.
Three hours later, the carnage of the match was cleaned up from Crappy Valley. 46,284 screaming fans went home satisfied. The Number One Cylon turned to Joe Paterno. “And now…it’s your turn.”
Paterno nodded and sighed; he knew what he had to do. “Centurions…execute.” The twelve remaining Bulletheads who did not play in the game piled on top, crushing him to death.
Cavil sighed. “I miss Pyramid.” He then noticed the two mysterious figures in the southeast corner, who saw all that transpired. He waved, then flipped his middle finger at them.
The female sarcastically frowned. “Nice to know he still cares about us.”
“Indeed,” said the male; the two then vanished.
After all, Gaius Baltar did become a Man of God! This is the end result of a character I made up for Sid Meier’s PIRATES! game, which I thoroughly loved in the old Mac 7.x iteration, and eventually it was ported over to the iOS platform too. Snicker....