Sappy Cat Blogging

It’s Friday, so it’s time for Sappy Cat Blogging!  Here via WordTapestry, is Meowmania!

Don’t Think Twice–It’s Alright.

And it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

So it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never did before
And it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’, walkin’ down the road,
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

So long, honey, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
Goodbye’s too good a word, babe
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You coulda done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

Bob Dylan 1962

This Is MUTINY!

28 April.  The anniversary of the Mutiny on the Bounty.  Go eat some breadfruit and have some rum, why don’t’cha?

Happy Birthday Richard

Happy Christmas

I just got a Christmas present to-day.  Sometimes these things take time to find, but I’m very pleased.  It’s a first edition with a dust jacket (which is why it was hard to find) of Up Front by Bill Mauldin–the cartoonist for the Stars and Stripes during WWII.  I’d read it before–and it is one of the better portrayals of life in the infantry by an eloquent young man.  Mauldin was drafted at eighteen, and wrote the book at age 23.  Reading it, it seems to have been written by a person older than that.  Wartime service must make a person grow up quickly.

I’m hoping to get a copy of Grossman’s On Killing shortly.  As a forensic person I’m pretty well familiar with the how and even the why.  Unhappily, most of the reasons are trivial or stupid.   How could you is another matter entirely, and I don’t know about that.

My first boss was a WWII veteran of the Coast Guard.  I kind of got the feeling that the war was his high point.  A great adventure that took him from Murmansk to Makin island and that was the most significant thing he ever did in his life.  He’s passed now, and he never explicitly said it nor did I ask.  I just got that feeling.  It is sobering to realize that at age 40, I’m considered too old to command a destroyer or submarine during WWII–and I’m old enough that my children could be drafted.

Snerk

8 x 57 mm is really fun, isn’t it.

Good Heavens

Chrissy is dead.  She got T-boned by a white minivan, and the passenger side doors no longer work.  As her frame is also probably bent; and as this is Ohio which salts the roads like popcorn, the costs of repairs are more than the cost of the car.  Pity.  I like not having a car payment.

My insurance will provide a rental until I get a new one.  This weekend, all the cars were out of the lot.  No rentals to be had…except for a 15 place Econoline van, or a Dodge 1500 Ram pickup with a crew cab.  I’m driving the pickup.  I have this sudden urge to get a baseball cap.  I have an even stronger urge to paint a home port on the tailgate.  I am going to eschew TruckNutz, however.  I feel manly enough without them.

Happy Birthday Will

Happy Birthday, Will!

Sappy Cat Blogging

A six week old white tiger cub rests on a bale of straw during a press conference at the Serengeti-Park zoo in Hodenhagen, northern Germany, on Wednesday, April 21, 2010. Photo on Yahoo.

Paperwork

Most of what a forensic pathologist does is paperwork.  Yes, there are autopsies, but there are also view sheets, scene sheets, effects inventories, death certificates, and autopsy reports.  Plus there are papers to read, articles to write, and sometimes it seems my job kills a whole lot of trees.

But a coroner’s inquest was found for the happenings at the O.K. Corral.  The story is HERE:

The handwritten document was put in a manila envelope marked “keep”.  Well, it was.  (Not well, but it was kept)