Archive for the 'weird shit' Category
What’s the Point?
Why would a cellular tower have to look like a tree amongst the power lines and electrical infrastructure? This is dumber than the stupid cell tower disguised as a conifer along US 60 near Wickenburg, AZ. They would have been better off putting up a standard cell tower which would blend in to the hi-tension infrastructure. Clickable image courtesy The Better Half.
Zero and Proud Of It
A couple blogs that we regularly read posted their results to an online quiz, to wit: Are you a Hippie? Well, being game to see how I score, I went to the website and took the quiz.
I think global warming is a farce, don’t buy organic veggies and don’t trust the sanitation quality of farmers markets.
I am proud to say that I’m not a stinkin’ Hippie.
A Beastly Milestone
On the way back from our weekly visit with The Better Half’s Mom, I noticed the odometer on the SUV was about to rollover to five sixes. I grabbed the digital camera and took a photo of the event.
My first thought was the “sign of the beast” or the “number of the beast,” a vague notion that “666″ is a Christian representation of the anti-Christ. Tonight, I looked it up on Wikipedia. I am totally blown away by the extensive article on the variations of “Six Hundred Three Score and Six.”
The Number of the Beast is a concept from the Book of Revelation of the New Testament of the Christian Bible, relating to the figure of “The Beast”. The number is 666 in most manuscripts of the New Testament, and in modern translations and critical editions of the Greek text. Although Irenaeus (2nd century AD) affirmed the number to be 666 and reported several scribal errors of the number, there is still doubt by some theologians about the original reading, as some recently discovered 3rd century early manuscripts of Revelation read 616. This topic is a source of contention for many church groups and theologians. Most scholars contend that the number 666 is a code for the Roman Emperor Nero.
And it goes on and on . . .
Your Lyin’ Eyes
Seriously - I’ve lived in California all my life, worked in Florida for months at a time, been to Hawaii, the Bahamas and Tahiti, and I have never seen a palm tree like this one along US Hwy 60 near Surprise, Arizona. Who the hell are these green enviro-freaks that think this is any less an eyesore than a good cell tower? In fact, being a techno-person, I think cell towers are a functional piece of infrastructure with an aesthetic appeal and not in the least offensive in metro areas.
Clickable image credit The Better Half - but don’t get her started on the rampant cellular-conifer eyesore issue. She has yet another discourse on those.
Unlikely Bug Swatter
The Better Half and I were enjoying an afternoon on the patio swing watching the birds at the feeders and whatever else we fancy. At one point, a bug (yellow jacket, I think) lighted on the swing canopy (left). Of course the bug isn’t in the picture because I grabbed our air soft pistol (right) and sent it to bug-Valhalla with a single shot. I usually use the air pistol to run off a couple of pigeons or a squirrel or two that come around from time to time. This was the first use against an insect. We both laughed at the sight of the bug getting hit square in the thorax.
Beyond Hope
On our route to the new homestead, we pass through Hope, AZ. It is 19 miles from I-10 exit 31 at the intersection of US 60 and SR 72. The township offers this humorous slogan as you depart the area. The misspelling of the word YOUR vs. YOU’RE is probably unintentional, but it adds a down-home flavor to the sign.
Clickable image courtesy The Better Half.
Hope is such a small place that this is the entire Wikipedia entry for Hope:
Hope is a small unincorporated community in the deserts of La Paz County, Arizona. Its name was inspired by the community’s hope for increased business after merchants visited the town. Today, it consists of one RV park, one gas station, one church, and one antique store.
The church is called “Little Church of Hope.”
There are lots of interesting things to see along US 60, including the town of Salome “Where She Danced.”





