*********************************************************** *********************************************************** Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space: These photographs were posted at the WESTERN RIFLE SHOOTERS ASSOCIATION web site.
********************************* ********************************* Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:
Here are two (02) color photographs, in JPEG format, totalling 772 kilobytes, of the full moon rising over Biloxi, Mississippi.
For a larger view, please click on the photographs.
I apologize that the photographs aren't better quality, but I'm experimenting, and still learning, plus unfortunately, my equipment is now comparitively obsolete.
One thing I've learned is that I must use my tripod when taking photographs at night, for my hands aren't steady enough.
Also, I learned how to use the proper setting on my KODAK "EASY SHARE" Z710 zoom lens digital camera, which has 7.1 megapixels of resolution, for taking photographs at night.
Furthermore, my camera has a zoom lens, which I should remember toUSE once in a while, huh?
These photographs were taken while I was standing on the balcony of my personal quarters, which are located at the extreme North end of the Seventh Floor on the East side of Tower "C" at the Armed Forces Retirement Home in Gulfport, Mississippi.
As time goes by, I hope my photographic efforts will improve.
To my left, was the choo choo train - - - , oh, not just ANY choo choo train - - - , but afreight train being pulled by two (02)CSXlocomotives hauling - - - MILITARY cargo and MILITARY vehicles from Mobile, Alabama to New Orleans, Louisiana!
Boy, oh boy, oh boy, what an eyeful, huh?
But, because of the darkness, even if my camera were set up, it would be too dark to record a video of the passing freight train from my balcony. ________________________
Here's my latest photograph, taken Sunday 30 December 2012, in which I mounted the camera on my MX2000tripod:
It is brand spanking new, right off the lot, fresh from the factory, and custom built, with zero mileage on the odometer, unlicensed, unregistered, illicit, illegal, unhealthy, and immoral.
It is my high performance, amphibious, all wheel drive, air droppable, automatic, systematic, ultramatic, hydromatic, pneumatic, flexomatic,outlaw"GREASED LIGHTNIN'" chick magnet! Yeah, Baby, we're racin' for "pinks", and I amYOURbad, bad, baaaad, evil, wicked boy!
As soon as I get paid, I'll order some goodies from the US CAVALRY web site, the CHEAPER THAN DIRT web site, and the AMAZON web site, so I can militarize this vehicle forcombat operations in the field.
Most folks who ignorantly evince their hatred for the Confederate Battle Flag, are easily fooled, having no idea what they're looking at when they see a "BONNY BLUE FLAG", for they don't know its history or what it represents.
For years before I got this wheelchair, I used to constantly receive gifts and solicitations from the PARALYZED VETERANS OF AMERICA, which made me wonder (and I still do) - - - ,
"What is it they seemed to know that I didn't?"
At the time, I thought the injury to my back while serving in the United States Army was a minor thing.
In the past few weeks, Dr. Pierce's had the hospital staff doing all sorts of x-rays, scans, and tests.
Personally, because of the numbness in my fingertips, plus the spasms and contractions in my legs,withmy legs collapsing on me, combined with my relatively rapid deterioration, I suspect the early stages of Creutzfeldt-Jacob Disease.
I can only HOPE that my suspicions are wrong, but - - - ,
Sure as Sam Hill shootin', SOMETHING ain't right!
Xin loi.
By the way, up until now, I've been a bit concerned about my burial expenses, because I have no insurance, except for accidental death, et cetera.
However, thanks to recent public reactions to announcements by President Obama (or whoever he is), Vice President Biden, Senator Feinstein, et alii, of their plannedimpending violations of our divinely inspired Constitution of the United States of America and our unalienable rights that we were born with, some of my personal property has suddenly and dramatically increased invalue.
So, after my demise, whoever shows up here to claim my belongings, will find there is more than enough to have me properly laid to rest, with probably a comfortably good chunk of change left over.
I just wish I could be there to enjoy seeing the fight over who's going to eventually get my stuff! NOLLAIG CHRIDHEIL AGUS BLIADHNA MHATH UR ! ! !
(Pronounced, "Nol-leek Kree-yell ah-gus Blee-ah-nah Vah Oor", that is Scottish Gaelic, literally meaning, "Christmas Hearty and Year Good New!")
************************************ ************************************ Years ago, I used to be an actor on the stage in local community theatre plays.
But, can you believe it?
As the paddy wagon was hauling me away, the cops said I was "a bad actor"!
Boy, oh boy, oh boy, but guess what I just saw, several minutes ago, before my computer totally froze up, preventing me from IMMEDIATELY creating this post?
Golly, gee whillikers, but I sure wish I'd had my camera and tripod set up on my balcony.
I watched a northbound mixed manifest freight train being pulled by two (02) CSX diesel locomotives, from New Orleans, Louisiana to Mobile, Alabama.
Nothing much unusual about that, huh?
Well, the lead locomotive was - - - good ol' engine NUMBER ONE ! ! !
Ain't that something?
For a larger view, please click on the photograph.
Now, I don't know anything about how railroad locomotives are numbered, but seeing a "1" painted on the side of the cab HAS to be something especially rare, don't you reckon?
So, here's my desperately urgent, time sensitive appeal to you (and/or whoever).
I need a baby, a genuine kicking, squalling, naked, hooman bean baby.
I'm thinking I could put on my big ol' bathrobe, which reaches clear to the floor, and at some point, unannounced, hobble painfully into the dance, repeatedly glancing at the open pocket watch I'd be holding in one hand, while using my other hand to hold my great big wooden walking stick(which Highlanders call a "cromach")for support.
Naturally, that's not appropriate attire for the dance, so everybody would be hootin' and hollerin' and demanding I leave - - - IMMEDIATELY!
Well, along about that time, here would come proud Mama (whoever she might be) showing off that alternately frightened and/or curious newborn hooman bean.
Why, I reckon the crowd would figure that out, and just go plumb wild, don't you?
Also, it being New Year's Eve, I desperately need a large glass ball (or some other equally dangerously heavy and easily smashable object) to drop from my seventh floor balcony, where I plan to watch the distant fireworks being set off along the beach by the casinos in Biloxi.
So, do you have a BABY lying around, handy?
Can you e-mail the messy, bawling critter, or maybe have it delivered by parachute from a passing United States Air ForceC-130 "Hercules" aircraft?
We've got to have it here pretty darn quick.
We'll only need the wee bairn for just a very few minutes of utter pandemonium and holy terror.
Afterwards, the thoroughly traumatized hooman bean offspring can be discarded - - - or whatever.
There's plenty of nearby bayous with bunches of loose alligators.
Thank you, and - - - ,
NOLLAIG CHRIDHEIL AGUS BLIADHNA MHATH UR ! ! !
(Pronounced, "Nol-leek Kree-yell ah-gus Blee-ah-nah Vah Oor", that is Scottish Gaelic, literally meaning, "Christmas Hearty and Year Good New!")
************************************ ************************************ Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:
At the urging of Russell Henderson, who is the editor of "AN CANACH", the quarterly newsletter of Scotland's ancient and honorable Clan MacEanruig, I decided to put on my Santa Claus garb long enough to take a photograph.
For a much larger view, please click on the photograph.
I actually took two (02) photographs, but for some reason, the second one was dark and blurry, so I discarded it.
If you've ever priced a traditional Santa Claus costume, then you know they're VERY expensive, and often shoddily made.
So,
since I exist from month to month on a very meager disability
retirement pension, it was quite impractical to purchase a regular Santa
Claus outfit.
Instead, I used the Internet to purchase red sweat pants and a really huge red hoodie.
I
already had a Santa Claus cap, a nice pair of black suede leather
moccasin boots, plus a nice Scottish military belt that I normally wear
with my kilt, to
attach my sword and dirk.
All I had to do was put it all
together, hang the jingle bells from my belt, grab the great walking
stick (Highlanders call it a "cromach"), and voila, I am SANTA CLAUS, with REAL whiskers!!!
Boy, oh boy, oh boy, but even without any snow on the ground, I had a WONDERFUL Christmas!
I sure hope you did, too.
You should have seen the bodacious FEAST they gave us in our mess hall today!
Wow!
By
the way, even though I've waited all my life to be able to play Santa
Claus, I doubt I'll be able to do it for very long, if at all.
You see, I'm hurting REAL bad, and can hardly stand or walk.
The local VA Medical Center has been running some tests, and this coming Friday, when I go in
for more X-rays, they're going to measure me for a wheelchair.
I always thought all wheelchairs were the same size.
Anyway, Santa Claus doesn't sit in a wheelchair, and as far as I know, neither does a Highlander clad in a kilt.
So, I reckon I won't ever get to participate in any Scottish or Celtic festivities, either.
I don't know why, but the doctor says I will ALWAYS be in pain, and nothing stronger than what I'm already taking can be prescribed.
Oh, before I forget, I just checked the statistics at my own personal web site, "OUR ETERNAL STRUGGLE", and as of this date, over one hundred and thirty thousand folks from all around the globe have looked at MY web site!
Can you BELIEVE that?
Wow!
A mere one hundred and thirty thousand ain't very much compared to other folks' web sites, but I still think it's pretty
astounding, since I ain't famous, never amounted to much, and don't really know a whole lot about anything.
Thus, I'm feeling rather flattered - - - and honored.
************************************ ************************************ For the best effect, please watch this video in "FULL SCREEN" mode, and then click on the Internet link to visit the"MORMON CHRISTMAS"web site.
For the best effect, please be sure and enjoy watching this homemade amateur video recording in "FULL SCREEN" mode.
I recorded this homemade amateur videoat approximately 1600 Hours on Sunday 25 November 2012, using my hand held Kodak "Easy Share" Z710 zoom lens digital camera, in "VIDEO" mode, with a resolution of 7.1 megapixels.
*********************************************************** *********************************************************** Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:
For the best effect, please be sure and enjoy watching, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, this automated video series of ME (!) performing some of my favorite Christmas carols, as I accompany myself by strumming simple chords on my YamahaG-130A classical guitar.
For your sing-along pleasure, here are the lyrics to "NOLLAIG CHRIDHEIL", the Scottish Christmas carol which I composed. ____________________________ ____________________________
VERSE # 1: Nollaig Chridheil! Christmas bells are ringing. Scotland's wee ones Run merrily at play. Nollaig Chridheil! Everybody's singing, For Iosa Criosd Was born on Christmas Day!
CHORUS: Clanna nan Alba Seinn Nollaig aimsir. Children of Scotland Sing of Christmas time. Shona is dream uile. Everyone is happy. Cluig Nollaig bheir seinn. Christmas bells will chime.
VERSE # 2: Nollaig Chridheil! Throughout the misty islands, Clansmen and kith Will gather, far and near. Nollaig Chridheil! It's time for feasts and stories. Even furry beasties Love this time of year.
VERSE # 3: Nollaig Chridheil! Our Christmas fire is cheering. Outside the door, The wintry winds are cold. Nollaig Chridheil! Opening our Bible, Wee ones listen closely While the tale is told. ____________________________ ____________________________
******************************** ******************************** For the best effect, please be sure and watch this hilarious Christmasautomated video seriesand slide show in "FULL SCREEN" mode.
****************************** ****************************** Originally posted at the "OUR ETERNAL STRUGGLE" web site on Wednesday 16 December 2009.
This hilariously ingenious fake Christmas decoration was erected at a residence located on the corner of State Line and West Sixty-First Streets in Kansas City, Kansas.
It had to be taken down because of all the problems caused by shocked motorists nearly wrecking their vehicles, as panicky individuals jeopardized personal safety in their haste to rescue the dummy.
