MMeM, Vol. 14 Issue 15 – Accomplishments

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so there‘s that, I guess.

Heard about these ultra runners before, but this is simply too much! Dateline Italy, France, AND Switzerland. British runner Sophie Power (never was there a more aptly named woman) ran 112 miles in this event which traversed through areas of Italy, France, and Switzerland in 43 hours and 33 minutes.

However, that’s not all she did. During this race from hell, Mrs. POWER stopped after 16 hours of running “to feed her baby Cormac at a rest stop on the epic Ultra Trail Mont Blanc Race“. Now by feed, I mean BREAST FEED her 3 month old baby!

Here she’s breast-feeding Cormac while pumping at the same time.

She continued to hand off pumped milk to her husband every 3 hours as he met her along the route because little Cormac feeds every 3 hours.

Let’s see, what have I accomplished in the past 43 hours and 33 minutes? Well, I managed to find my truck after forgetting where I parked it in the parking garage at work twice this week, so there’s that, I guess.

MMeM, Vol. 14 Issue 14 – TAH-DAH!

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…mailbox is still standing…

How that mailbox is still standing is unbelievable, almost as unbelievable as the fact that the person in the car walked away with minor injuries. However, I’ll bet that the mailbox won’t survive the clean-up and removal of said vehicle to follow. Just sayin’.

 

TAH – DAH!

Maybe the wrecker and utility crews working on this mess will have to gingerly work around this immaculate mailbox?

Consequently, the clean-up could take weeks to protect the now famous mailbox. Mailbox owners will be putting the flag up trying to mail bills in the middle of the work to roll over the car, put the utility pole upright again…

MMeM, Vol. 14 Issue 13 – PING!

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…happens without fail no matter,

Have you ever noticed, in movies and TV, that no matter the situation or environment, whenever a bullet is removed from a human body it is ALWAYS dropped into a shiny chrome bowl? Ping! This happens without fail, no matter the genre, the decade, the scene, or however outlandish the moment might be. Sure, emergency operating rooms are one thing, I expect that, but out in the wilderness somewhere when Carl with a rusty buck knife pries a slug from his buddy’s thigh, somehow a clean shiny chrome bowl always suddenly appears for the dramatic noisy PING effect drop.

It’s so cliché in entertainment that you come to expect it now know matter the situation. Someone’s been shot! Oh no! The bullet must be removed! Someone has forceps after burrowing into flesh and bone to then extract said projectile from body and hold it up for all to see. Then, PING!

I finally had to spout off after watching for the umpteenth time the other day, the first 21 minutes of The Bourne Identity. Good movie and as you all know, the first of 5 “Bourne” movies which have more camera cuts and shake view than a 3-year-old using mommy’s iPhone camera.

Anyway, it opens with an Italian fishing boat floating off of the coast of Marseille, France at night.

They find an unconscious retrograde amnesia-afflicted AND bullet ridden man in the water. The ship’s apparent “old man, part-cookie-part-sea-time surgeon” digs out a bullet, holds it up to the dim light in the cabin below deck, and wah-lah! Drops it into a shiny chrome bowl that just happens to be on this Italian fishing boat in the Mediterranean Sea at night.

OH, but of course.

PING!

MMeM, Vol. 14 Issue 12 – Hunting?

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…raises SO many questions.

This week there was a news story about a woman who “hunted”, killed, and posed with a dead rare black giraffe. Obviously, people all over the world were quite shocked and upset about this report. This story raises so many questions.

  1. The continuous never-ending controversy around Conservation and Rare animals with Legal Hunting came up. Again. How can hunting a rare black Giraffe even be legal?
  2. The correct spelling of the word G-I-R-A-F-F-E? I mean let’s be honest, it doesn’t really make its way into a person’s spellcheck engine very often.
  3. How difficult is it to actually HUNT a giraffe?
  4. Is there tracking involved? It seems like they might be somewhat easy to locate.
  5. How does one hunt a giraffe? Look up? You don’t have to search under things, or be in a tree stand do you? Yeah, I’m struggling to find the “sport” in this one. Now, if it was done using anything other than a high-powered rifle like say, a person’s hands or a club then maybe a sport, it could be called.
  6. Seems they would be fairly easy to find, follow, and shoot or am I missing something here?
  7. Do they crouch when they see a gun yards across the savannah?
  8. Do they duck?

Yeah, I don’t know man, maybe it’s just me but I am failing to see the “sport” or any real difficulty with this target.

I wouldn’t feel real proud about being in that pic, nor would I if I was the shooter either.

MMeM, Vol. 14 Issue 11 – Being old

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…quicker all the time .

It’s entertaining to look back at the way things used to be when we were younger. Well, at least it’s an entertaining exercise for “olds” such as myself.

Technology progresses so quickly today that this process replicates itself quicker all the time. It was just a few decades ago, that we’d all laugh amongst each other about “rotary” phones. Then about 10 years ago the chuckle would be about “dial-up” internet. It goes on and on, and the one constant is that you end up feeling, old.

Still, one of my favorite “check yourself” activities is to consider what used to be commonly considered, “acceptable”. For example given all we now know about smoking these days, does anyone remember the days when Candy Cigarettes were a thing?

Now, this candy was the real-deal when it came to imitating cigs. They came in the exact cigarette pack size, featured artwork that looked like what was on cigarette packs, and even had the cellophane wrapper on them to boot! Kids would even wrap them up in their T-shirt sleeves like Schneider from ‘One Day at a Time’. Yeah, those were NOT the days.

Moreover, I wonder if tobacco companies had any ownership in the companies producing them? Seems like it’d been a no brainer at the time.

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