The musings of a madman...

Maiden Voyage - 1940 Introduction - 1942 The "P" stands for "pursuit," and we all know that Mustangs are supposedly pretty fleet-footed horses. Hell, Ford would even name their flagship car after this plane 20 years later. The P-51D was outfitted with a supercharged V-1650 engine and 3 pair of Browning .50 in machine guns. Yes, by the time one of these guys was on you, you were pretty much FUCKED! Top speed of 437MPH, cruising speed of 362 and stall speed (meaning when the wings are ineffective at keeping it in the air) of 100, they went into service, as named above in 1942, gained stronghold and dominance on the competition in 1944, and remained in SERVICE (as in people USED them!) until 1984. For a 1930s-designed plane to still be used THAT long says big things for it's utility and effectiveness. Sometimes nowadays you can catch them on The Speed Channel -- or on ESPN at 3am -- dolled up in Red Bull logos weaving in and out of 20-foot cones in the water in rac

Someone PLEASE get me some basketball back in my life! Look, I am not saying that baseball is uneventful or wholly uninteresting. What I AM saying is that there is far too long between interesting shit taking place, and 3.5+ hours for a fucking game is ridiculous. It doesn't have to be like this, really it doesn't. I have already explained that I wouldn't mind steroids being allowed in baseball as a means of adding some cartoonish superheroism to the whole thing, but that still does nothing to speed the game up. First, there should be some enforced penalties for taking too long to get shit done. 10 seconds! That's right, you got 10 seconds to handle your business. When the ump gives the catcher the ball and he throws it to the pitcher, the clock is on. If the pitcher has not thrown the ball within the allotted 10 seconds, then he is assessed a ball. The batter is not removed from responsibility. He needs to have his ass in the batters box and ready to swing within that

Not a lot to talk about that interests me in the news, I may touch on that over the course of, and I am not feeling specifically (see, that's how you use that word!) creative today, so I will sit and randomly ask fucking questions... Hell, I might even answer a few too, if I decide I am feeling generous. If I go to the bar, and I am playing a game of Foosball, and a fight breaks out, then the fight expands to include all (or most, or perhaps even several) of the patrons of the bar... Does that count as a bar fight or a soccer riot? If someone comes up to me and begins telling me a story that I am not interested in, yet my obvious disinterest does not serve as their cue to knock it off... Do I TELL them that they're not properly respecting my right to not give a fuck, do I physically attack them for raping my time, or do I randomly change the subject to things that they (and perhaps even I) just don't give a mad assfuck about? Why was this day going by so fast, then as so

The Katie and I were watching American Gangster (the Documentary series, not the movie) last night when out of nowhere comes a *BANG* so solid that it sounds like someone was trying to get into the house. "Great, my luck... Someone is trying to come in on my shit after four fucking days." I check the doors, all are fine, no windows suggest a B&E attempt, I look out the front window and there is a Camry upside down in the trees across the street, 15 feet from my car. The neighbors are outside already and have called 911, the fire station is less than a block away as well. There was no crimson streak on the pavement, and the man inside, apparently an older cat since they pulled a walker out as well when they got him out of it, was placed into an ambulance and taken off to (presumably) Moses Cone and the car was winched out and towed away, no blown tires or anything. This morning, there were no tire marks on the pavement, not ACROSS or even within the yellow line, he went st

That all it takes to kill one of these stupid-ass reality shows is for someone to be found dead? VH1 -- who has had WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY better programming than MTV or B lack E mbarrassment T elevision for about 5 years by my count, word to the former ego trip magazine -- has been jumping the shark TERRIBLY for about 3 of those years now with this reality dating show nonsense. It has become so bad that the LOSERS of these shows are given their own shows. Then some wholly terrible shit like Ray J getting his own show happens, and I am willing to bet that he will milk another series out of this shit too. Personal feelings on coonin' aside, sometimes I find it hard NOT to watch these shows, occurrences of scantily clad women with large cans will do that to a heterosexual man. That is not what this blog is about, though. In one of the myriad of spinoffs of Flavor of Love , itself a sendup of The Bachelor , we find ourselves with a loser of not one but THREE VH1 shows; Rock of Love , Rock

Uncle Sam sent down the requirements in 1996 and Lockheed was on the job... In 2001, they delivered the "Joint Strike Fighter," a multipurpose craft set to be able to provide air support, fighter roles, tactical bombing and air defense... What you might NOT know is that this sumbitch can take off and land from vertical. Youtube it, it is a sight to damned behold. The demonstrator arrived in 2000, and the maiden voyage was 2006. My understanding is that this is to be the premier craft for its role(s) until 2040, unless the Mayans were right after all. Again, I will not bore those who do not care with technical specifications that they can find through a simple Google search, but I WILL offer that Northrop Grumman, who was in on the design of the plane, offers that in the new tools of fighter jets, that "maneuvering is irrelevant," as the plane uses radio frequency awareness to remain locked on ALL craft in the vicinity, has a display in the pilot's helmet, and we