1 July 2007

FROM MY DAD…

0800 by Jeff Hess

I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.

BEWARE OF TRASH:

One particular four-year old prayed, “And forgive us our ‘trash baskets’ as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets.”

ALL MEN / ALL GIRLS?

When my daughter, Kelli, was 3, she and my son, Cody, would say their nightly prayers, together. As most children do, we have to bless every family member, every friend, and every animal (current and past).

For several weeks, after we had finished the nightly prayer, Kelli would say, “And all girls.”

As this soon became part of her nightly routine, to include this at the end, my curiosity got the best of me and I asked her,

“Kelli, why do you always add the part about all girls?”

Her response, “Because we always finish our prayers by saying ‘All Men’!”

SAY A PRAYER:

Little Johnny and his family were having Sunday dinner at his Grandmother’s house. Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. When little Johnny received his plate, he started eating right away.

“Johnny wait until we say our prayer.”

“I don’t have to,” The boy replied.

“Of course, you do,” his mother insisted. “We say a prayer, before eating, at our house.”

“That’s our house,” Johnny explained. “But this is Grandma’s house and she knows how to cook.

1 July 2007

FROM MY CHAPBOOK…

0400 by Jeff Hess

My name is Jeff Hess and I’m a biblioholic. I own hundreds of books. Not valuable books, mostly Science Fiction paperbacks and text books, tomes rescued by the bag from library book sales. A few years ago, in the interest of not burying myself, I began reading more books from the library and taking notes. My electronic chapbook was born.

[Hat tip to Sherry Chandler for this particular find.]

This is a passage I copied from War Is A Force That Gives Us Meaning by Chris Hedges.

When I stepped off an Army C-130 military transport in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia, to cover the Person Gulf War, I was escorted to a room with several dozen other reporters and photographers. I was told to sign a paper that said I would abide by the severe restrictions placed on the press by the U.S. Military.

The restrictions authorized “pool reporters” to be escorted by the military on field trips. The rest of the press would sit in hotel rooms and rewrite the bland copy filed by the pool or use pool video and photos. This was an agreement I violated the next morning, when I went into the field without authorization.

The rest of the war, during which I spent more than half my time dodging military police and trying to talk my way into units, was a forlorn and lonely struggle against the heavy press control. p. 142

30 June 2007

MY COMMENTS…

1731 by Jeff Hess

Part of being a good citizen of the blogosphere is visiting, reading and, most importantly, taking the time to leave a comment on other’s blogs. It’s all about the conversation. In the interest of setting an example I’ve decided to link to those blog posts that have compelled me to leave a comment.

0632 Why has this woman gotten away with driving drunk…?

30 June 2007

HISTORY IS A WEAPON…

1450 by Jeff Hess


Courtesy of a tip from I See Invisible People

30 June 2007

THE ROAD TO GUANTANAMO VIII…

1400 by Jeff Hess

30 June 2007

ANY VIDEO TECH SAVVY READERS OUT THERE…?

1343 by Jeff Hess

A while back I posted a video of Israeli Defense Forces crossing into Lebanon on a counter-terrorist mission. One of those soldiers has contacted me asking if I can help him obtain a downloaded copy of the video. It can be streamed, but the soldier is now in South Africa and dealing with a low-tech environment.

From Adam:

Unfortunately as South Africa remains a third world country we have very limited and slow internet access and displaying the video off of the net can be impossible at times.

Are you aware of any links from which I can download the video and save it to my computer?

With thanks for the services you provide both on your blog and to me.

Anybody out there know how to capture the video and perhaps zip it?

30 June 2007

FROM THE SANDBOX…

1200 by Jeff Hess

Michael: His rage was palpable. I honestly thought the Lieutenant Colonel was going to make me, a sorry 1ST Lieutenant, do push-ups. Not without good reason; I — members of my platoon, but by association I — had eaten the last of his favorite fudge ice cream cones. He fumed and frothed for what seemed like an eternity but was actually…

30 June 2007

FROM MY DAD…

0800 by Jeff Hess

I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.

30 June 2007

NEWS NEEDS MORE MIKA BREZEZINSKI’S…

0720 by Jeff Hess

30 June 2007

FROM MY CHAPBOOK…

0400 by Jeff Hess

My name is Jeff Hess and I’m a biblioholic. I own hundreds of books. Not valuable books, mostly Science Fiction paperbacks and text books, tomes rescued by the bag from library book sales. A few years ago, in the interest of not burying myself, I began reading more books from the library and taking notes. My electronic chapbook was born.

[Hat tip to Sherry Chandler for this particular find.]

This is a passage I copied from War Is A Force That Gives Us Meaning by Chris Hedges.

“Here is where we would come at night so we could pull oursleves up the walls to hear the sound of the dogs barking in the distance. To hear the dogs, this was everything for us.” p. 140

29 June 2007

BLACK SABBATH, PARANOID, 1971…

2359 by Jeff Hess

29 June 2007

A RETURN TO THE AGE OF REASON…

1649 by Jeff Hess

29 June 2007

THE ROAD TO GUANTANAMO VII…

1400 by Jeff Hess

29 June 2007

FROM MY DAD…

0800 by Jeff Hess

I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.

29 June 2007

FROM MY CHAPBOOK…

0400 by Jeff Hess

My name is Jeff Hess and I’m a biblioholic. I own hundreds of books. Not valuable books, mostly Science Fiction paperbacks and text books, tomes rescued by the bag from library book sales. A few years ago, in the interest of not burying myself, I began reading more books from the library and taking notes. My electronic chapbook was born.

[Hat tip to Sherry Chandler for this particular find.]

This is a passage I copied from War Is A Force That Gives Us Meaning by Chris Hedges.

“And strange people from the outskirts of town seize our rooms, our blankets, our clothes. It must have been people like them who killed doctors in the time of Chlolera riots. And then there are people whose souls have just withered, people who are ready to go along with anything evil — anything so as not to be suspected of disagreeing with whoever’s in power.” p. 136

28 June 2007

THE ROAD TO GUANTANAMO VI…

1400 by Jeff Hess

28 June 2007

MOVING DAY…

1244 by Jeff Hess


My server was sold to another company a while back and it’s been steadily going down hill ever since. Yesterday’s outage was the final straw piled on top of lost emails and a spam tagged server that was blocking my access to several other email servers. This afternoon I’ll be starting the process of migrating to a new server.

I won’t be posting again until the move is complete, hopefully by Monday.

Everyone enjoy your weekends

28 June 2007

CONNIE AND ROBERT ON OHIO BLOGS…

1230 by Jeff Hess

Last night while I was cleaning the kitchen I was also listening to All Things Considered on WCPN. Connie Shultz was on with Robert Siegel to talk about her book. The interview flowed along nicely until Robert hit a nerve and I could almost hear him scrambling backwards from what I can only assume was the look in Connie’s eyes…

after he brought up — wait for it — blogs.

There’s no transcript available but you can replay the show and zoom forward to 2:51 to hear the conversation.

28 June 2007

FROM MY DAD…

0800 by Jeff Hess

I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.

In the year 2007, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the United States, and said, “Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me.

Build another Ark and save 2 of every living thing along with a few good humans.”

He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, “You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights.”

Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard – but no Ark.

“Noah!” He roared, “I’m about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?”

“Forgive me, Lord,” begged Noah, “but things have changed. I needed a building permit. I’ve been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler system. My neighbors claim that I’ve violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations. We had to go to the Development Appeal Board for a decision.

Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark’s move to the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.

Getting the wood was another problem. There’s a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls – but no go!

When I started gathering the animals, an animal rights group sued me. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodation was too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.

Then the EPA ruled that I couldn’t build the Ark until they’d conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood.

I’m still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I’m supposed to hire for my building crew.

Immigration and Naturalization is checking the green-card status of most of the people who want to work.

The trades unions say I can’t use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building experience.

To make matters worse, the IRS seized all my assets, claiming I’m trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species.

So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark.”

Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, “You mean you’re not going to destroy the world?”

“No,” said the Lord. “The government beat me to it.”

28 June 2007

1976 WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR…

0723 by Jeff Hess


Via I See Invisible People

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