Smoke on the Water

Fake, But Accurate!

Amazing how fast ideas develop in the blogosphere.  I sent Denny at GOC an e-mail with the idea for this image less than 24 hours ago, and here's the result for your viewing pleasure.

With thanks to Matt Ashby at The Stark Truth for his hookup to Registered.  I'm not sure who all did what part of the process....but the results are magnificent!

Be sure to click on the image in the logo when you go there, it's not the usual variant on this one!

Honor Thy Father

Val Prieto does so, and his words perfectly mirror the artistry of his father's ironworks.  Like the father's sledgehammer of creation, Val forges works of breathtaking strength and beauty.

Yesterday, I spent the day at my buddy Tommy's house. I went over to touch up the steel gates and fence and railings that my dad made for his home. Ordinarily, painting all those things would have been a major pain in the ass because, man, I have painted thousands and thousands of rejas in my life. It is a daunting, boring and quite cumbersome task.

But yesterday was different. Each time I dipped that brush I would hear that ominous crash of the masterpiece and then my dad giving me the gospel of painting acording to Bonachea:  No me pintes con brocha seca.

And Val?  You are your Dad's true masterpiece.  The hammer thus swung true, and the echoes of it's blows resonate through the 'net with your every word.

Like his reja, your words are the works of a true artist.  And admired, accordingly.

An Unbusy Weekend

This weekend was one I'd intended to post on this, that and the other or to otherwise solidfy a return to viablity for Smoke on the Water.

And I just didn't.  No particular reason, save for having worked a full week of fourteen hour days in the week between Christmas and New Years.

The good news is that it was worth the efforts.  I've even got a sizable order of ammo ordered at T's in Texas City for the upcoming 2nd annual Daley/Feinstein Memorial Bowling Pin Hunt.

So much in the news of late, it's truly a target-rich environment.  From tsunamis and the feckless fuckwits at the U.N., to the continuing implosion of the donktard party, well, it's all one can do to even track it all, much less to write about all of it.

There's quite literally hundreds of good blogs doing a great job out there on the tsunami incident, and the attendant relief efforts.  One thing I'm proud of is that the MSM is increasingly recognizing and mentionion (favorably, I might add), the power, impact and pervasiveness of the blogosphere.  I've been notably absent from the scene during some crucial months, and whaddya know, the blogworld did just fine without me.  Conversely, I wish I could say that I fared as well, but what the hell, I'm writing again in spite of myself.

Got a couple things pissing me off that are forming themselves in to cogent articles.  One things for sure, once I post 'em, I might get branded by the left as some hatemongering right winger. 

Wouldn't be the first time either.

And it won't be the last.