Billy Beer and Vintage Tshirts

Billy Beer shitty beer from a shitty time

Billy Beer shitty beer from a shitty time


At work today, we found a can of Billy Beer stuck down in an old coffee can. After a little googling I found that these things go for around ten dollars on eBay. This was big news when I was a kid, and Jimmy Carter was president. Of course he was a horrible president, and this was horrible beer, but when I saw it memories rushed back. 

Long gas lines, at the end of which often waited empty pumps or over priced gas. Angry people afraid for their lives. A plane full of hostages sitting on a tarmac for more than a year. 

I also remember seeing people wearing Billy Beer tshirts. I was around nine or ten at the time so I wouldn’t have had one, but I wondered if you could find one online. Sure enough, eBay has vintage ones (not in my size) and cafepress has new vintage look ones in my size. 

Not much has changed. People still stick their noses in where they don’t belong. People are still afraid for their lives. Gas is still over priced. 

At least the beer is better. 

Dunhill My Mixture 965

One wonders, had Alfred J. Dunhill been informed, when he opened his specialty tobacconist on Duke Street, near the gentlemen’s clubs of St. James’s, and Pall Mall in 1907, that, not only would his “My Mixture # 965,” still be available in 2016, but that it would be one of the most popular, and most often imitated pipe tobacco blends the world over, would he be surprised, or proud?

One need only sample 965, first appearing in Dunhill catalogs in 1910, to answer that question. The pride, and attention to detail, are evident in this, the grandsire of English style tobaccos. There is no doubt that Alfred Dunhill took pride in his creation, so much so that, of the almost thirty-seven thousand blends recorded in the famous Dunhill, “My Mixture” book, 965 is one of fewer than ten such blends to appear in catalogs prior to World War I.

The very definition of, medium English blend, 965 is blended using only the finest component tobaccos. Small leaf Latakia, sweet, bright Macedonian oriental, and traditional uncased brown cavendish, provide the discerning smoker with a cool, rich, nutty, slightly sweet, full-bodied smoking experience.

Rest Well My Lupe

  My little Guadalupe Suzette Russell (Lupe) was 14 years old. She was warm, well fed, and well loved from the day she picked us out of a crowd. I will always remember that day. We had been helping in laws with a yard sale. The yard was filled with people shopping, when out of a hedge row burst this tiny fawn colored ball of energy. She bounced right to me and clawed at my pants leg (something she continued to do), begging me to pick her up. I picked her up. My wife came over and we looked her over for a name tag, but what we found made us feel sick. This beautiful little puppy was filthy, covered in fleas and grease, and her collar was so tight that it was cutting into her neck. The skin was raw and bleeding in places. Any idea we had of trying to find her home evaporated. She had asked for our help. So we took her home with us.

We bathed her, treated her wounds, and made her welcome. She kinda took over. She was a bossy, protective, little momma dog even as young as she was. No hitting, no shouting, no touching her toys; but she was always right there with a hug, or a kiss, or a grin (something I didn’t teach her) whenever I needed it, and I really needed it. Coming home to find her wagging, not just her tail but her whole back half, just brushed the rest of the day away.

  Not long after she came home with us, she developed a condition called patellar luxation, first in her right hind leg, and then her left. We took her to a nice vet, who explained everything, and into surgery she went. She hated me at first. She blamed me for her hurt leg because it first manifested while we were playing fetch. She loved playing fetch those first few weeks. It was like she had just been dying to play her whole little life. So, in the weeks she was recovering, I carried her everywhere she needed to go. She always told me when she needed to go out, and when she was ready to go back in. I promised her I would always be there to carry her, and she took me up on it. We called it riding the daddyvator. 

As the years wore on, she needed us more and more. She was no little pup when her left hind leg developed the same condition. But since the initial surgery wasn’t really successful, and after talking to the vet, we decided not to put her through it again.

  She has been all over the country, from alabama to New Mexico, and raised four litters of healthy puppies, all of whom have good homes with families who love them and have stayed in contact. She has pups scattered all over the U. S. from New York to Colorado, from Texas to Georgia.

We had a few scary times when we thought we might lose her, but she was a tough little old lady. She was about ten or eleven when we noticed the first lump. She’s too old for surgery. The best we can do is steroids, antibiotics, and pain pills. I knew that at some point we might have to decide to, well I can’t even say it. But when it came down to it, I just couldn’t do it. I knew it would be hard on my baby, and I knew she might be in pain, but the vet said as long as she was eating, drinking, going to the bathroom, and wagging her tail, that she was fine. And she did plenty of all, especially wagging her tail. It looked more like dancing. She was always happy to see us, and as bossy as ever. 

She had slowed down over the years. But she still welcomed me home with kisses and a grin no matter how long I had been gone or what time I got home.

February 15, 2014, my wife had gone to visit relatives, and I had to go to work. She had been going down hill very rapidly over the previous few days. She knew I was about to leave and asked me to take her for a walk. So I put on my jacket, and picked her up for what I knew would be our last walk. Lupe never liked to walk on grass. She always walked on pavement. I think because the grass was hard on her knees. But as I sat her down on a cart path that loops around the golf course near where we live, she slowly waddled of the path into the grass and plopped down on a clump of pine needles. I told her to take her time and enjoy the sun. I was smoking my pipe. While she sat there with her nose in the wind, and her ears darting from sound to sound. As the sun slid down behind the trees, she got tired after a while, and tapped my pant leg. It was time to go home. Time for one last ride on the daddyvator. I made her as comfortable as I could in a warm spot surrounded by her toys. I patted her head and tickled her chin. Tried to coax a grin out of her. As I stood, she licked my hand. She had stopped eating, and drinking earlier in the day. She looked so small. I didn’t want to go, but I thought I had more time with her. One more day. One more walk. 

My shift ended and I rushed home. Called my wife, and sat down beside my baby. She was too weak to lift her head, but wagged her tail when I touched her ears. I think she waited for me. I don’t think she wanted to be alone. She howled once, and then she was gone. 

My chest feels so heavy, and I am finding it impossible to keep it together. I miss her.

Markdown the Internet Wordprocessor

What is Markdown

Markdown is a text-to-HTML conversion tool for web writers. Markdown allows you to write using an easy-to-read, easy-to-write plain text format, then convert it to structurally valid XHTML (or HTML).
John Gruber

Markdown can be written in a basic text editor (don’t use Word) like TextEdit for Mac (save as plain-text) or Notepad on Windows. It’s an easy way to write text that easily translates into HTML. The web is written in HTML, so think of it like quick-start web development tool for content editors. When you write in Markdown, you save the document with the file extension .md. More often than not, you’ll never need to save a Markdown document, because you’ll be using an online tool.
What is Markdown
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NaNoWriMo Starts Now

For those that don’t know, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) started a little over 24 hours ago. NaNoWriMo is the book geek national holiday. All book geeks want one day to be author geeks, and I am no exception. So every year I log back in to the NaNoWriMo site, set up my novel, give it a title and a name, and then start typing. Most years I get nowhere. 1500 maybe 3000 words. But I try. I am trying again this year. The result so far is pasted below. 

The point of NaNoWriMo is writing, not editing, and that is my biggest problem. I am always going back and editing while I write. That is why I get frustrated. I have determined this year not to edit. So I am using a minimalist text editor called WriteMonkey. No spell check, no squiggly underlines, no nothing except a blank screen and me. Maybe that will help.
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New study: Federal workers are overpaid | J.P. Freire | Beltway Confidential | Washington Examiner

COME ON! It really took a scientific study to determine something that a visit to the DMV would have confirmed? How much did this study cost? And how much of that money was via federal grants? More than $15k I’ll bet.

The idiots conclude that reforms in federal pay would save tax payers billions. I’ve got another way to save billions…stop shelling out tax payer money to fund studies that tell us shit we already know!

New study: Federal workers are overpaid | J.P. Freire | Beltway Confidential | Washington Examiner

Uberdouche to Get Current.

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Current TV is the perfect place for the Olbermonster to finish his days as a self-proclaimed journalist. It’s a match made in heaven, or at least it’s a match made on mypartner.com. They’ve got low viewership, he’s got low viewership. He can slip out of his straight jacket every evening, slip into his comfy sweater, down a handful of haldol, swig of the finest cognac , and rant to to choir.

Olbermann Said to Be Going to Current TV – NYTimes.com

Facebook Founder Has a Girlfriend! Oh and Something About a Stalker

Facebook founder, Mark Zuckerberg, has a couple of things the rest of the neck/b/eards will never have: 1 billion dollars, a personal stalker, and a girlfriend named Chan. Not zunechan or anything but still….

The stalker presumably exploited Facebook’s weakass security to collect all Zuckerberg’s personal info, and then tried to Google map a route right into his pocketbook, or man purse, or whatever. 

Mark Zuckerberg — I Fear My Facebook Stalker | TMZ.com