hugh baziiiinga's blog: "caveat emptor"

You Are Fencing

You're competitive but not brutally so. You compete to make yourself better. You find having an opponent to be challenging and rewarding. You are fierce when you're in a competition, but you don't wish your rivals any real harm.

or cut me... which end of this is the business end?

PSA from Hugh for all those who face the difficult task of getting a gift for an Octopus. From Reuters BERLIN - Octopuses' eight tentacles divide up into six "arms" and two "legs," a study published by a chain of commercial aquariums said on Thursday. So go ahead and get them one pair of shoes and three pairs of gloves.

From msnbc.com Man presumed dead in '76 flood resurfaces :D

"Traced back to 1900 BC, the Sumerian saying goes like this: "Something which has never occurred since time immemorial; a young women did not fart in her husband's lap" The second oldest is from 1600 BC. Said to be about a pharaoh (King Snofru) "How do you entertain a bored pharoah? You sail a boatload of young women dressed only in fishing nets down the Nile and urge the pharaoh to go catch a fish." Dirty, really old folks!" stolen shamelessly word for word from witty screen name

@ fubar. I had always figured the world's oldest joke was, "I just walked in from Mesopotamia... and boy are my legs tired!"

If I worked Mafia collections I would purposefully stutter while making threats of bodily harm if the money wasn't repaid. Stutter badly. Incomprehensibly. Then when people would look at me questioningly, I would yell, "What? You heard me. Did I stutter?"

From MSNBC.COM - "BREAKING NEWS: Student disarmed at University of Louisville health building, official says" ______ and he went in with just a complaint about shoulder pain.

No not the Capitol, the actual zoo. In the six hours I was in DC, I spent 3 of them in the National Zoo. Which by the way is on a steep hill. Sadistically planned so that people with young children start off casually pushing their strollers down Olmsted Walk until they get to the bottom. Here they change into out of shape sherpas huffing and puffing their way back to Connecticut Avenue or whatever parking lot they started from. It was a cold day on my visit and there were few sherpas. Fat Sherpas aside some of the signs explaining the animals were hilarious. Take for instance that of the Dama Gazelle. Body Language: Dama Gazelles communicate with one another using their bodies. To attract a mate, the male stands erect or hits his horns against the grass to show his strength. Cheeky little bastards.

Bush says that steroids have 'sullied' baseball. I find this cartoon appropriate on so many levels.

autumn will yet be the death of me

I was looking at this guy. I was reminded of a rabbit that I used to have. He looked more like this. This is how he saw himself People that my sister used to babysit for had him. They had him in a small cage and never let him out. Consequently, he was mean as hell. More on that later. My sister felt bad for the rabbit and asked if she could have it. They were more than happy to get rid of the beast. Like many of our pets everyone had a different name for the rabbit. Mine was Stu and it eventually caught on. Stu was mean. He was very bitter over being in a cage so small that he could barely turn around in it. My older brother did not believe that a rabbit could be vicious. In typical fashion he plunged in head first to prove himself right. Out onto the inside porch Ed went. He beat a quick retreat when Stu jumped up off the ground and bit him on the hand. But that is not what is noteworthy about Stu. Among the menagerie of other animals there was Murphy. Murhp was 100 pounds of doberman mix. Truly a once in a lifetime dog of which I have been blessed with a few. Stu was a big rabbit but not much bigger than Murphy's head. However Murphy wanted no part of the angry rabbit. We would often look out a window and see Murphy go flying by with Stu chasing after. Unfortunately Murphy eventually tired of running away from the rabbit. Perhaps the other dogs made fun of him. Maybe he came to his senses on his own. Stu got out of his pen one morning unsupervised and Murph caught him and snapped his neck playing. Still from his life in a tiny cage Stu got one year of glorious freedom.