TMI: My Tangents
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2012-07-31 8:29 PM
Do trains go faster on right turns?
I mixed up a current railroad buff ("M") who makes a lot of postings on my boards with another one ("B") who used to put a bunch of print named "The Call Sheet" in the mail, during the early 80's, for the asking with oodles of statistics---engine numbers, car counts, train tonnage, my good stuff---and asked him in an email. No he wasn't, now I remember, but "M" popped me on his mailing list.
From his mill there have been some train sightings I've found interesting, a historic photo file of a 1972 freight climbing Donner Pass for which I ought to renew my Corel to access, a lot of stuff that's okay but I'm not inclined to hang to because eventually he'll post one of: the jokes.
Not train related.
There have been some funny things and even mentor has chuckled at one or two but there have been tea party and worse type items. Prejudice, Dan? Know your enemy, the hard core liberals used to jab me. Yeah, the dog days of summer, it's reruns and I'm not happy about being cadenced to death by the Nuges, Keith's and militia bums of the world how my type are fairies. Come on, lads, maybe I'd settle for being a "faerie"!
Perhaps a post another day for the pervasiveness of conformity.
Tonight "M" had a forward title "churches of Lousiana". You don't need a weatherman to know an ill right wind is about to blow but instead of the instant flush I read it. Let's just say it did involve hurricane "K", and was a lousy joke, based on television news team footage, about black people confusing fast food franchises, and ended with ". . .and you wonder how we got our current president."
I'm itching to respond with, "Cool. Remember the Lakewood Spur Posse? And you wonder how we got the Rove dynasty and the haughty financial isntitutions?" Yes, I bet I'd be excoriated., excommunicated and expatriated. Mentor stood up to scowling haters with fire hoses, I'm afraid of a few electrons.
Which describes the brain functions of the real fairies. Yes, I said fairies. The ones who wave their magic wands and say, "Poof, you're a pile of scat."
A compendium of old jokes and cognitive dissonance I am.
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