Little Mo

 As I eat lunch, listening to the news, I hear that the new Supreme Leader of Iran has made a statement, telling us all that he is going to close the strait of Hormuz.

I also hear that he is in a coma, having lost a leg in an Israeli attack.

I wonder why the mullah council in Iran would pick a comatose leader, but then I recall that the entire US population picked a semi-comatose president for the last administration.

So, Little Mo has threatened the two unforgiveable sins of the past 80 years.  1) he's threatening to touch bots, and 2) he wants to increase the price of oil. Those are sins that tend to skew the mortality tables.

Busy

 Busier than hell, lately.  Momma did in November and it's time to break up the estate.  My sister is handling the money.  Dad left Momma in fairly good shape, financially.  I'm handling the real estate.  Lawyers, appraisers, lists of heirs and the accompanying negotiations.  It's a busy time and I think I have turned the corner.  Everyone agrees and no one's feelings are hurt.

Of course, this is also the competition season for CFDA and I'm involved in that.  Just another layer of complexity.

Like many of you, I am  also watching this whole Iran thing.  I don't understand why the IRGC hasn't surrendered yet, or simply deserted.  They cannot win this fights.  The only question is what they can salvage.

Daylight Saving Time

 Here we go again in Louisiana.  At 2:00 am, some of our clocks jumped forward to 3:00.  Lots of folks are going to be late for church this morning.  As for myself, I'm wandering around, changing the old-fashioned clocks.

At this point, the twice-annual change is simply tradition.  I am convinced that none of the reasons we started this are valid today.  It's tradition, the ay we've always done it.

4.9 Magnitude

 

News reports are telling us that north Louisiana experienced a 4.9 magnitude earthquake in Red River parish.

LINKY HERE

We don't normally consider Louisiana to be earthquake country, but the times, they are a-changing.

I went out to tun errands this morning and saw that the car is covered in y3llow pollen.  The pine trees are shedding pollen.  Spring is just around the corner.

Bombs Away

 Cool video here about what purports to be an F-16 dropping munitions on an MLRS (Multiple Launch Rocket System). Personally, I have no clue what an F-16 cockpit looks like.  He could be flying a Beechcraft for all I know.

CLICK HERE

Still, it's cool video and that MLRS site ain't a threat anymore.

Spring Shower

 Iran the air conditioner in the shop today. Came in the house and turned the thermostat from heat to cool.  Looked outside and noticed that a little shower had popped up. I wasn't expecting that.

Looking at the news, I see that the Navy's Mark 48 torpedoes seem to be working.  First time since WWII that a submarine has taken down a ship with torpedoes.  I bet that crew was pumped!  Years of maintenance and training comes down to one good war shot. The Iranian frigate Sulemani is now on the bottom of the Indian ocean.

Elections

 Texas held their congressional primaries yesterday, and I see that Jasmine Crockett lost her bid to become a US Senator.  Republicans John Cornyn and and Ken Paxton are headed for a runoff in May.

We're going to miss Jasmine.  She gave us some incredible sound bites.

The Hercules

 Surfing tonight, I came across a video about an airframe that is beloved by the Army.  As a young trooper in 1973 we sang songs about it during our morning run.

"C-130 rolling down the strip,  Airborne Daddy gonna take a little trip."

That was back in 1973, and while I never went to parachute school, the C-130, while owned by the Air Force, is beloved of the Army.  It is out Uber, carrying us where we need to go, and it is our Door Dash, bringing is the 3-Bs (beans, bullets, band-aids).

The more I thought about it, the more I was impressed with the longevity.  I was a rookie in 1973 and the Army was already singing songs about it.

So there ya go.  It's a grand old airframe that has been around for a long time.  Long live the C-130.

TellingOnMyself

 I had a productive day.  Belle and I came in the house at about 4:00 and Belle declared Happy Hour. She poured herself a glass of wine, and I stayed in the kitchen to finish up a phone call. The kitchen was dark, no lights on.  I finished he phone call and found my cocktail glass to pour myself a drink.

The kitchen was late afternoon dark.  No lights on, just the diffused light from the window. I filled the glass with ice, poured a healthy shot of bourbon, the grabbed the Coke bottle.  Filled it, took a big sip, and spit that nasty taste across the kitchen. Gagged.  What the hell?

I turned on the light, looked again and found that I had poured myself a bourbon and Worcestershire sauce.  Who put that bottle over there?

I got out the mop and told Belle what had happened.  She collapsed in a gale of laughter.  I can't blame her, that is funny, right there.

I like Wash-your-sister sauce, I do.  But it is no good in Bourbon.

Meme

 A meme I've seen recently.

America:  I'm your huckleberry

Iran: Fights not with you, America.

America: I beg to differ, sir.  We started a game we didn't get to finish. "Death to America", remember?

Iran: I was just fooling about.

America:  I wasn't.