Wednesday, April 30, 2014

On Monday

a man who answered the phone at Nehoray's law office wouldn't identify himself and said the attorney would no longer comment on the audio or Stiviano's case.

I just bet. His client has "complicated" his defense. That little thing about it being illegal in California to record private conversations without all parties' consent is going to be a nuisance.

Who the heck is "Stiviano"?

Oh. Yes. The gold digger* that outed Donald Sterling as a racist.

In my estimation, there are no "victims" in this tragedy, including Ms. Sterling, patiently waiting for the $$$Mr. to kick the bucket. No, no victims really, only race baiting blood in the water.  Never let a good crisis go to waste.

Karma's a bitch. You reap what you sow, sometimes before your next lifetime.

Meanwhile, the latest Benghazi emails released point right to the Whitehouse.
Priorities, priorities.

*"She" looks a bit manly don't you think? Note the Adam's apple.


Saturday, April 26, 2014

Shell eco-marathon

Ah, hell nah. Not that kind of marathon.
You see me running, you'd best turn and run the same direction. It means something big, mean and nasty is chasing me.
This is Shell Oil's annual hyper-mileage concept car event.  My soon to graduate mechanical engineer son is part of his college's team in the event.
The build on the car has taken 9 months and every spare second the participants had to give.
It has been touch and go over the past two weeks for them to finish the project, including a flame out in a three phase motor controller built from scratch 36 hours before go time.
The electronics group was still fussing with the contoller when I rolled up.
None of the team has slept much in the last 24 hours.
While I was there, they got it running, so I got to see a run on the test track.
Carbon fiber body design and build by the one and only Sonnage.


Saturday, April 19, 2014

Yes, it's still alive

Been quite busy. I'd had enough. Recoil therapy was in order, so off to the range with Belle, WWII Russian rifles in tow.
Sighted in the cheapo scope on my Mosin. Belle ran rounds through her Tokorev.  I feel better. I really must do this more often.