Silly Grins

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Perfect Balance or Blown Away

That Dr. Mercy, he sure liked to talk. You see, it was his way of keeping his English up so that it flowed when he spoke. That, and the fact that he’d need to be understood when he gave lectures or presentations. Especially if he was going to be going overseas.

Admittedly, it wasn’t the technical jargon that set him back. It was the little stuff. The daily conversational kind of chit-chat words that a person really wouldn’t pick up from their year abroad, especially if most of that time was spent in a lab.

Monday, October 29, 2012

A Quikie in Your Face

Cycling for roughly two hours with men who train for triatholons will give a person a decent workout.

But what's even harder to prepare for is the unexpected binge drinking of beer-ish fluids that takes place while sitting in the parking lot of the nearest convenience store.

So went the conversation.

(Marketing to sexless herbivores of either gender doesn't require such a Kingly approach)

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Why Some People Can Never Stop

During one of our 'paid' conversations or 'compensated interactions', Dr. Mercy took some time to reflect, probably upon his life, and share a bit of what he'd learned.

You see, Dr. Mercy kept a hectic or rigorous schedule. Upon any given week, he was performing three to four operations. Sometimes more. I have a feeling it was more.

No, the light shit doesn't count. At least a good eight hours at the table. And, on the odd occasion, nearly twenty. ER may be a bitch, but at least they've got excuses for their fuck-ups 'cause "You never know what's gonna happen."

So, yeah, Dr. Mercy had to be able to keep it up in terms of stamina and concentration. And a photographic memory sure helped.

In addition to his character, which was... 

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

How Many More Days?

 Another season...

"Hey look, there's something on the television."

"Hot dang! I've got my mask...let me put it on." 

Another season... of the witch?

Halloween was never such a big thing, not after the 3rd grade or so. Now, high school, that was a whole 'nother thang.

Anyway, it's still a few days away.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Breakfast of the Champion

We caught a praying mantis not too many days ago. And kept it in 'the cage'.

Dad promised to catch a cricket for breakfast. So, the next morning, we all sat at the table and savored our meals together.


We were surprised at how fast our guest dug in to his meal.  Son was surprised I fed her, the cricket, to our guest. He could tell the sex of cricket due to the length of the thing on the back. Our guest was released after the kids went off to school that morning.

'Why Japan Sucks!'

Blog Vintage: 

November 2003

You can go insane trying to stay sane in an insane world....

Estimated Reading Time for Introduction: 2 minutes
Estimated Reading Time for Main Body: 10-13 minutes


Number of characters (without spaces) :
Number of words :
Number of sentences :
Average number of characters per word :
Average number of syllables per word :
Average number of words per sentence:

Indication of the number of years of formal education that a person requires in order to easily understand the text on the first reading
Gunning Fog index :

Approximate representation of the U.S. grade level needed to comprehend the text :

Coleman Liau index :
Flesch Kincaid Grade level :

ARI (Automated Readability Index) :


Flesch Reading Ease :


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

When in LA...

There are probably a number of things you absolutely shouldn't do when in LA, even if you're wearing your Dodgers cap. Really. 

In the summer... DUI checkpoints... well, they happen. Fact of life.

And when these facts of life do happen to happen, it's probably not a lot of fun for the guys and gals who are officially there to serve and whatnot.

Yeah, there are rumored to be quotas for making sure funds are generated, but being in charge of asking people for their ID and to blow into the little white tube.... giving some unappreciative clown a 'field sobriety test'... having to do that work when you'd rather be working on your buzz, it has to kind of suck.

When they are being serious, don't taunt them.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Heads or Tails?

Heads wins!

High fives to Dr. Nakayama Yamanaka.

Apparently this guy receiving a Nobel Prize is big news right now.
Time to pop open a few bottles and celebrate.
Just  be careful where you point those things.

Tales loses. 

Now, the second link is to the other side of the coin, *this guy. He appears to have fibbed (maybe just a little?).

What's kind of cool is how the highlighted link to Hisashi's exposure contains an explanation of what the other guy, Mr. Heads, did. A link within a link.

"induced pluripotent stem (iPS) cells"

Oh, the 'veracity' of it all.

"I really hope Moriguchi did not do these transplants," he says. "That would be really disturbing."

Stay well. 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Playing Chopsticks

Sometimes it's the little things that we overlook, brush aside, or ignore... sometimes it's the little things we treat as not worth our time.

Sometimes we're too easily dismissive.

When it counts most.

Like once upon a Monday morning.

Not the best time of the week. For most people.

Still, that's no excuse for showing up late... if at all.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

All the Little Stuff

“Is that picture over there from when you finished basic?”


“I’ve got respect for people who serve. Not saying that growing up near a base didn’t have its bad days.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“I’ve never felt quite comfortable about calling anyone a squid, despite my experiences, and I’m not stupid enough to say anything bad about the Marines. Never used the ‘J’ word, but I heard sailors use it a bit.”

“You mean ‘jarhead’, don’t you? Everybody does stupid stuff, from time to time. ”

“Can’t ever recall any bad incidents with any of the guys from the Corps. Somehow, I imagine that if there were any bad incidents with them, I wouldn’t be around to remember.”

“Actually, after my first time back, I almost got into it with a bunch of them. Thought I was going to die.”

“Really? What happened?” 

“Well, we’d just come back and a buddy of mine…we were headed to a convenience store with our girlfriends. We were dressed normal, didn’t have a car or anything. We were about to go in when a Jeep pulled up and a bunch of guys started piling out.”

“A Jeep?”

“Yeah, but with the top off, roll bar, headlights. They guys didn’t even bother parking. They just pulled up sideways, jumped out. Big guys mostly. Must have been their first night out after training or something. Those dudes had some arms. You could tell they’d been drinking. First guy out pointed at my friend and I and said, ‘I’m gonna kick your asses and fuck your women.’”

“Shit! Did you have to fight the guy?”

“No way. There were too many of them. They would have messed us up anyway. But I was carrying. I wasn’t technically supposed to be, but I’d just gotten back. Out of habit.”

“What did you do?”

“I drew my pistol while keeping my eyes on the big guy, their leader. They all froze. I guess they weren’t expecting it. Then the guy at the front called out, ‘He’s only got six rounds.’ That’s when I leveled the gun at him and said, ‘I don't miss.You’ll be first. Who wants to be second?’”

“Wow. That’s sounds pretty badass.”

“No, it wasn’t. It was fucked up.”

“Well, what happened? Those guys didn’t just fold up and leave, did they?”

“They were in a different branch, but all the jargon is close enough…I told them that I was going to report it in to their CO on base, that the crew better get back in their vehicle, unless the rest of them wanted to be reported for disorderly conduct too. One of the guys said something like, ‘Dude, this isn’t good, let’s go.’” 

“So, did you call it in?”

“Of course I did.”

“What happened to big guy?”

“I don’t know. I imagine he caught hell.”

“That’s heroic, the way you handled it.”

“Not at all. Look… the whole thing was messed up; it happened so quick. Someone could have gotten killed. I felt bad. They're our boys.”  

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

It's All Little Stuff


“I brought my lunch this time, along with a little extra. I know you don’t usually eat this stuff.”

“A little bit won’t hurt. My wife will bring something in in a minute.”  

“Yeah, she always does.” 


“So, did you see that new doghouse I was working on out there, the one that was just painted?”

“You mean the one next to the tree?”

“Yeah. Had some extra installation from the house. That thing will keep warm in the winter.”

“That’s gonna be one happy mutt with an insulated crib. It doesn’t get that cold around here, does it?”

“You know, even with the installation, you’d be surprised how the cold months can make make things hurt a little. That’s why you won’t see me in the water when the currents change.”

“You break anything playing sports.” 


“No. This is from when I was contracting. Remember how I mentioned that I did a few jobs after the service.”

“You mentioned it before. But I didn’t think I should ask.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. It doesn’t bother me… really.”

“I’ve never served or done any work like that, so I don’t know how to talk about that stuff.”

“Well, I wouldn’t recommend it. You never want to have to take anyone’s life… no, it’s okay. Kind of a trip, really.”

Pick Up


“After one of the patrols, we were sitting around, eating. Kind of like now. Just a group of guys from just about everywhere. South Africa, South Korea… guys from a lot of different places. A few of the guys were hardcore. When you have to clear a village, you shoot everything. Had some practical advice for that kind of work.” 



Yeah. How you never surrender. If the side you’re with is ever about to start waving the flag, the hired guns don't stand a chance. That’s why you’ve got to be ready to take out the people you are working with. Do you want your fries?”

“No, go ahead.” 

“So, we were sitting there, eating, and the usual questions get asked. One of them is how many people you’ve killed.”

“I’m listening.”

“We’re going around the circle. One guy says six. Another five. Another nine. And then one guy says over one hundred. We were all kind of surprised.” 

“I think that’s your wife at the door. She’s got her hands full. Do you want me to let her in?”


“No, I got it. Could you do me a favor? I don’t usually talk about this stuff when she’s around.” 



Sunday, October 7, 2012


Retraction, retraction, can't get no satisfaction.


Men's room  

Same men's room, two urinals to the left

Vernacular expression: Invitation to a 'smackdown'

So, yeah, this is one of those places where you are supposed to click 'Yes, I understand and agree' or something like that. If people usually have to put in an extra click, they usually want to see something for their efforts, maybe something 'dirty' or even a bit 'rude'. 

Maybe I've got a weak stomach or something, but this shit makes me sick. And, at the same time, like after a good chunda, it feels kinda good to know that some of this shit is getting sorted out.

Recently, magic tricks, shell games, short-changing...these kinds of things have been serving as major distractions. Part of the reason for looking at how people cheat (on all kinds of stuff) is one way of making sure that I don't get cheated... more than a couple of times.

But what really makes a stomach churn is when doing a  quick-search for "fraud in Japan" and finding something like this.  

Having lived in small towns, getting attuned to seeing what goes on is not that difficult.  Having access to the Internet and an instinctive distaste for that which don't smell too good...


Friday, October 5, 2012

Loophole Drugs: Crazy Daze

After reading the headline, 

I got excited. 

Then I thought for a minute... 

And thought for another minute...or so.

And kept thinking....

 And tried to remember...

And then did (sort of).

And now, this.  

Oh well. 

I used to think Canadian's were uptight...

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Every Minute

Every minute...

Part I & II

Part I
"Gaijin clown."

"Huh? What?"

"'Gaijin clown'... I googled it to see what kind of images would pop up and this what happens."


"So,the first six or seven pictures across the top show Mr.James. McD's pretty much 'nailing it' - on of the layers of the ugly truth about this place."

"That's nothing new. It's already been discussed to death. Why bother?"

"Well, considering the other day's post, even if you haven't read itthere are a few things here worth looking at."

"Such as?"

"If you look back up at the result from the gaijin clown google search results, there is a picture at the top, second from the right, that pretty much pegs it. The caption under the photo reads: 

They think [we] were clowns a lot of the time anyway!!

"You want me to click the link?"

"No need. It's just there to give credit where it is deserved for the flavor in one of the layers of this le roil w/cheese."

"So, there's more to this post?"

"Oh yeah."

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Balloon Bloodhounds

Yeah, they have 'em here too.

A is for Apple

"Seriously, that joy-ride of an idea has taken off over there?"


"Yeah, in the land of the rising whatever-the-fuck-it-is...just don't keep staring at it or you'll go blind. Twisting balloons is big in Japan?"

"Balloon animals. I wouldn't say they are big here. But they are here. And I never imagined that it would take such skill. Especially when I don't consider myself a to enter-freakin'-tain anyone. Not anymore."