<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823</id><updated>2011-09-28T19:17:01.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of Snappybob and other Nonsense</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-9045914297498448969</id><published>2010-12-23T14:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:45:29.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a Wet Christmas</title><content type='html'>Here's a little parody I wrote about Irving Berlins famous Christmas carol "White Chistmas" to fit with our dry Christmases in South Texas. To hear the "White Christmas" music while you read my words here, open a new window and copy and paste this URL &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.carols.org.uk/white_christmas.htm"&gt;http://www.carols.org.uk/white_christmas.htm&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the new window. Minimize that window and read the words here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to hear no Jive bout snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lightning and thunder, we’ll stand under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drizzle on the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extended summer's all we get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll sit in my lawn chair and sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all your Christmases are wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here in Texas it’s so dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Star Nation, needs precipitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon even winter weeds will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few mud puddles I won’t fret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Santa won’t forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I’d like this Christmas to be wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-9045914297498448969?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/9045914297498448969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-dreaming-of-wet-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/9045914297498448969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/9045914297498448969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-dreaming-of-wet-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a Wet Christmas'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-1491430729241790415</id><published>2010-03-30T12:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:59:00.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye March!</title><content type='html'>It’s time to say a cheerful goodbye to the month of March. A lot has been said about March. In like a lion, out like a lamb. March Madness. Somebody is always marching on something but it’s not always in March. As far as Birthstones go March has a nice one. Aqua Marine. There have been some pretty famous people born in March. A quick Google search harvested more names than space and time permit here but I’ll list a few of the most notable ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rex Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed McMahon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osama Bin Laden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johann Sebastian Bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shemp Howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt Earp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Houdini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann Vilim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen Vilim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy Woitena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last three may not be famous, well they weren’t famous until they got their names in Snappybob’s Blog, but they’re famous to those that know them and that’s the best kind of fame. Ask some famous people and they’ll tell you the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is always a very busy month for me and this March was no exception and actually a busier March than usual. We had relatives from the Pacific Northwest come for a visit. Always good to see them as they don’t get to come for visits that often. There was much merriment with Shrimp boils and Bar BQ’s and family gatherings. I ate too much, drank too much and slept too little but I wouldn’t have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend was the Gem and Mineral Show. This is an activity that I am involved in throughout the year but one that comes to a finale on the 3rd weekend of March every year. I arrive at the venue around noon on Thursday and don’t finish until around 8 or 9 pm Sunday. We raise a lot of money for a good cause and I look forward to it every year but it IS exhausting. For some photos you can visit our Facebook page here. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1681966518&amp;amp;ref=name#!/pages/SouthWest-Gem-and-Mineral-Society/298326107730"&gt;Southwest Gem and Mineral Society Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you’re interested a link to our webpage is here. &lt;a href="http://swgemandmineral.org/"&gt;Southwest Gem and Mineral Society Homepage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is also Spring Break time. For some folks anyway. I’ve never gotten one. I think they have Spring Break too early. You always see advertisements for Spring Break events that include laying on the beach or Toobing down the river. I live in south Texas and I rarely feel like jumping into the water in March. Maybe a hot tub but not the river or ocean unless it’s waaaay down south. Like Cancun maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the Battle of the Alamo came to a conclusion on Sunday morning March 6th 1836. &lt;a href="http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/AA/qea2.html"&gt;Battle of the Alamo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Being an avid, some probably say compulsive gardener, March is a busy month in that respect also. It really starts in December when I plant tomato and pepper seeds in the house. I fuss with them and worry over them for about two months. The week after the Gem and Mineral Show is the week the garden needs to go in weather permitting. If the weather is too cold or too wet, it can set the garden back to being borderline too late. But it’s the only window I have in March. This years spring garden will consist of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 19 Heirloom Tomato plants&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 8 Pepper plants&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2 Eggplant Plants&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2 Zucchini Plants&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2 Tatume Squash Plants&lt;br /&gt;100 Onions&lt;br /&gt;A 24 ft row of beans and probably some more stuff as some more space becomes available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, as we wave goodbye to March as it marches off into the sunset we can look forward to &lt;strong&gt;!!!FIESTA 2010!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Aye! Carumba! I can feel my brain cells running for cover.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://fiesta-sa.org/"&gt;Fiesta 2010 San Antonio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-1491430729241790415?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/1491430729241790415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-march.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/1491430729241790415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/1491430729241790415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-march.html' title='Goodbye March!'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-8861861478610925757</id><published>2010-03-08T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:11:41.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Seinfeld Moment</title><content type='html'>From time to time things happen that I think are somehow note worthy. Maybe they aren’t huge “Alert the Press” type stuff but enough to give me pause, make me chuckle to myself or maybe just piss me off. Some of these things might not even be worth mentioning at the dinner table or at the bar over a beer. Of course after a few beers anything seems like fodder for entertaining conversations. If nothing comes to mind some folks start making things up. Not me though. Be it a curse, a gift or a luck of the draw, I don’t have to. I usually just tuck these things away in my brain until I remember to tell someone or I forget all about it whichever comes first. They usually don’t make for a long enough story for a blog entry so I thought I would string some together until I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;(Weeks later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I’m either going brain dead or lazy or both but nothing worth writing about seems to have happened lately. So, I’m going to throw this one out there anyway like a school kid who neglected to do the weeks assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here "tis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one happened one Tuesday morning. I was contemplating what I was going to have for lunch so I called the Mexican Food Restaurant down the street from my work to check the daily special. The following is a loose transcript of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello..... Mexican Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, what's&amp;nbsp; your lunch special today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; We have the Chicken Fried Steak with mash potatoes and green beans or we have the Chicken Fidel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Chicken Fidel? What’s Chicken Fidel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s chicken with noodles covered with Fidel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What??? Covered with what??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; Covered with Fidel Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What’s Fidel Sauce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; You know, it’s sauce that…..it’s Fidel Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Fidel is a man’s name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; No it’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes it is! Fidel is a man’s name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s not any body’s name I ever heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; How about Fidel Castro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, never heard of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Fidel Castro?….The leader of Cuba for like fifty years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, sorry, I don’t know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; OK, never mind that. What’s in this Fidel Sauce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s a spicy sauce of tomatoes and onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; That sounds pretty good. I’ll come down later and try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like had just been in a Seinfeld sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after all of this they could have told me the lunch special was horse piss in a hub cap and I would have had to go down there and check it out. Anyway, I walk into the place and immediately look at the lunch special board and see that it says Chicken &lt;strong&gt;Fideo&lt;/strong&gt;. I still didn’t know what chicken Fideo was so I gave it a try. Not bad. Not bad at all. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-8861861478610925757?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/8861861478610925757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/03/mexican-seinfeld-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/8861861478610925757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/8861861478610925757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/03/mexican-seinfeld-moment.html' title='Mexican Seinfeld Moment'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-82668590471418723</id><published>2010-02-08T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:41:17.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twofaced Faceless Facebook Facelift</title><content type='html'>A short time after I started this blog a friend of mine suggested that I start using Facebook. I actually already had a Facebook account although it was pretty much empty. Or was that MyFace or Spacebook or SpaceCaseFace or something like that. Anyway I was always having to get on some kind of social path networky thing in order to find bands that I wanted to check out. It was getting to where nobody had websites anymore. A place with all of their info,&amp;nbsp;stuff like&amp;nbsp;where they were playing, projects they had in the works or whatever. I found it very annoying. If I could find them at all their ‘page’ was usually filled with so much unrelated info from the page owners and or other social networking nitwits that you could never tell what was real and what was just posted up poop. Anyway, my friend went on to say how he ran into this guy and that guy and these folks who were doing this or that and how he was having so much fun talking to all these folks he hadn’t seen and so forth so I decided to give it another look. The first thing I noticed was my ‘profile’ didn’t have picture. It just had a silhouette of a human head. Kinda like a standard issue Facebook bag to put over your head so nobody could recognize you. Just like the unknown comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/S3Cs1CPkkgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ITFaOD6cvC0/s1600-h/unknown_comic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/S3Cs1CPkkgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ITFaOD6cvC0/s400/unknown_comic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed many Facebook residents were using pictures of their dogs or cats or something just to personalize themselves without actually putting a photo of themselves online. I don’t blame them. Putting my picture out there on Facebook where anybody in the world or, I guess, even beyond can see just sounds kind of dicey. What if there was somebody from elementary school or something that always wanted to kick my ass but couldn’t find me, forgot to do it or just never had the time. Now he’s retired, has plenty of time, sees me on Facebook and says “There he is, that’s him. As soon as I get out of the foot doctors office&amp;nbsp;I’m going to find him and kick his ass.” He’ll probably send in a friend request to me and invite me to my own ass kicking. If you’ve read my previous blog entries you’ll know that this is the kind of thing that can happen to me. So I put up a picture of something that many people will relate to me. That seemed safe enough and it has been. So far. I have run into lots of people that I haven’t seen in decades and it’s been, for the most part, a positive experience. I even have Facebook friends that I have never met, nor never knew in the 3D world. I don’t know how that happened. Those are the kind of things that happen on Facebook. A few month ago I got a friend request from a guy I used to know a long time ago. I remembered him all right. He stole my drums back in the 80’s and took them to Houston and pawned them. His name was Mike. He knows what he did. Somehow that dried up turd rattling around in his skull made him believe that since this is Facebook it’s not the real world. This is one guy that definitely should have said no to drugs. NO MIKE, not even on Facebook will you be my friend. As many people as he has conned and stolen from, HE has his real picture on Facebook. Unbelievable! There are a lot of things you can do with your friends on Facebook. You can go farming with you friends at Farmville. You can play something called Mafia Wars. You can look at their pictures. Write on their wall. You can send them gifts. You can even Poke your friends. I haven’t quite figured this last one out yet. I wonder if you should send them a gift before or after you poke them. Is there some way to avoid being poked. Lately I have been getting strange things from friends posted on my wall. It’s always something like they tagged a picture of me or they are asking something about me which requires me to click on a link. When I do I see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/S3CtJOoesYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BkjssCgTUjE/s1600-h/allow_access.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/S3CtJOoesYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BkjssCgTUjE/s400/allow_access.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee Facebook, I don’t know. Kind of a vague message for me to risk it. I almost sounds like I am going to allow Facebook to hang my Internet underwear out online so to speak. Sometimes I wonder about Facebooks motives. On this one I always decline. The other day I got on Facebook to find that they did a face lift. I still can’t find anything. These website designers always have to be jacking with something just to be jacking with something. Anyway stop by sometime and give me a holler, if you can find me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-82668590471418723?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/82668590471418723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/02/twofaced-faceless-facebook-facelift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/82668590471418723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/82668590471418723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/02/twofaced-faceless-facebook-facelift.html' title='Twofaced Faceless Facebook Facelift'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/S3Cs1CPkkgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ITFaOD6cvC0/s72-c/unknown_comic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-5741153115810210805</id><published>2010-01-22T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:59:49.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Complicated</title><content type='html'>Why is everything so complicated? It seems like everything I do these days is way more complicated than it should be. Am I getting stupider or is everything around me getting more complex? Even creating this file was more complicated than I imagined it would be and that was when it was only two words long. I saved it as a word file but forgot to change from the default name. So I had to attempt changing the name three times and finally close the program before I could change the name and proceed with what I was doing which was writing a blog called “It’s Complicated”. The problem is, that doesn’t surprise me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is a very busy person at work and routinely brings work home to do at night. To get this work done she needs to be online. This tends to complicate things if I also have to get online to do anything at night. Her employer thoughtfully agreed to purchase her a laptop to have at home to alleviate tying up our home computer. This should help to uncomplicated things. Right? Well, now we needed something called a wireless router to make all of this work. OK, they bought the laptop, we can buy the router. Why, I don’t know, our home computer worked just fine without a router, but whatever, it’s no big deal. So we go buy a router at the neighborhood router store. When I get it home I call my friend the computer guy. He does a lot of IT work. I ask him if setting up a wireless router on my home computer is going to be complicated. “No” he says,”just hook it up, follow the instructions, accept the defaults and it should be fine.” I hope I’m not getting to techy here but bear with me. The first thing they tell me to do is to unplug the ETHERNET cable on my modem and plug it into the router or something to that effect. The thing is, on MY modem I’m not using an ETHERNET cable I’m using a USB cable.&amp;nbsp; Ya see, on MY modem, when we first got cable Internet years ago, the ETHERNET thing wouldn’t work but the Time Warner guy said “no problem we’ll just hook it up with a USB cable and see if that works. And it did. But now I have router and there is no place to hook up a USB cable on my router. So here I am years later with this ETHERNET thing biting me in the ass. So…I look through my drawers and finally find the ETHERNET cable that was left over from the cable hookup. (Just to clarify, I looked through my DESK DRAWERS not MY drawers. This should be obvious but in these complicated times if guys can run around with bombs in there underpants, I guess it’s not to far fetched to think Snappybob carries spare ETHERNET cables in his underwear. We’ll save that for another blog). Anyway, so I hook my modem up with the ETHERNET cable just to see if it will work now since this is not the original modem. No dice. It still don’t work, but by now I have my IT buddy over and he says it all points to a bad modem. Great, now I need to drive to the Time Warner Saturday Afternoon Flying Circus and swap out my modem. After standing in line for 30 minutes listening to the counter lady scream like a prison guard “NEXT,... PAYMENT ONLY…….NEXT, ...EQUIPMENT ISSUES ONLY…..NO RUNNING PLEASE. I finally swapped my modem for a brand spanking new one. I take it home, hook it up, YES, we have Internet and, with an ETHERNET CABLE. GLORY BE TO GOD ON HIGH. Not so fast, Even though I have Time Warner digital phones, for some reason, I have to have my old analog phone line plugged into the modem or my phones don’t work. So I look on the back of the modem and guess what? Can you guess? I don’t see any place to plug the STUPID PHONE LINE!!!! I call my IT buddy since he went home when I left to go to TW and he says to look real good on the left side of the back of the modem. I see a sticker that says something about telephones and some other techy nerdy stuff I don’t understand. I pull off the sticker and underneath is phone jacks. Two phone jacks. Of course they don’t work. Two phone jacks that don’t work. So, I know what I must do now. I need to call my old friend Rusty, Rusty works for Time Warner at their help desk, he lives in Pakistan. He has a part time job at Fruit of the Loom sewing bombs in jockey shorts. Nice guy. Anyway after about half an hour of Rusty amusing himself by having me perform cable switching stunts under my desk where my PC sits he decides it’s break time and maybe he needs to just schedule a service call. Perhaps I’ll have my phone service back in a week or so. Oh well, we still have the cell phones. Let’s just get the router thing working. Remember the router? So I hook the router up just like the instructions say following the step by step program on the supplied CD. Of course&amp;nbsp;the router&amp;nbsp;doesn’t work. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that this thing was going to work right out of the box for me. OK, so I look this company up on the Internet, Cisco BTW, and see that they have this live tech chat help line. When I get hooked up with the chat line it says that they will be with me shortly, I am #29 in line. At this point I think, good, and I go and get a beer from the fridge. When I get back I see that now I am 27 in line. I sit there for about an hour chill’in an watching my number gradually decrease. At one point I look at the screen and see that I am #7. Getting close! The next screen I see says “Sorry, but chat tech help is not available at this time. Please check back later.” Nooooooooo! Nooooooooo! This can’t be happening!. I get back in and try it again. Now I am #29 again. Just then, I heard a harp playing in the background, a miracle has happened. On my screen I see these words. “ Hello my name is Chad, how can I help you”. CHAD! CHAD! IS IT YOU! I sobbed like an over melodramatic soap opera star. Me and Chad chatted back and forth for two solid hours. I would chat to him, he would chat back to me, I would holler to my wife. “Are you online now?” “No, still nothing.” We chipped away at it diligently changing codes and changing settings until finally we were online via a radio signal emanating from this wireless router. It just substantiates what I already knew. What’s ‘plug and play’ for most folks is going to be ‘beat and pound’ for me. I have seen this scenario played out over and over in my life. Things rarely go any other way. That’s just my life. It’s Complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-5741153115810210805?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/5741153115810210805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/5741153115810210805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/5741153115810210805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s Complicated'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-3160034744161374572</id><published>2010-01-06T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:59:33.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>South Texas Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like we are in for another winter blast in a few days. The local media will make a veritable circus out of it. THE 2010 WINTER BLIZARD EVENT. The ice, the snow, the sleet, the sand on the freeways and all of the ICE RELATED freeway accidents. Don’t forget the THREE P’s. Plants, Pets and Pipes? How about Paranoid, Preposterous and Pandemonium? I heard the weather nerd on TV talking about how much snow we might get. He had that same look in his eyes as that guy who used to sell Sham-Wows and Mister Microphones on late night TV. I never expect it to snow around here because the only time it DOES snow is when nobody sees it coming. Around here if it gets cold enough to snow it’s because the skies are clear and if it clouds up enough for precipitation it stays just above freezing and we wind up with that ugly sloppy mess that is typical south Texas winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it doesn’t even get cold at all. We go from hot, hot summer to springtime / fall for about 5 months and then back to summer. Here lately with no rain in all that time either. I can always predict Texas summers. Hot and dry, then dry and hot and then it gets hot and dry again for a while. Predicting winters? I gave up. I’ve sat in deer blinds in November and hosed myself down with insect repellents mixed with sweat and then a few weeks later had to break the ice on the water troughs so that the cows could get drink. I’ve skinny dipped on Padre Island in October and shoveled snow out of my driveway in January. OK, I only shoveled snow from my driveway once in my lifetime and probably will never have to do it again as long as I live here but I DID do it once. I had the most fun on my surfboard that winter day than I ever had on any summer day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t know about you but I’m going to be packing in supplies for this weekend. I need to bring everything it takes to make a big pot of Chile and a weekend supply of hot toddies. But I didn’t just step off the bus into south Texas yesterday. I’ll also be sure to get some ribs for the BBQ and some Bloody Mary and Margarita mix and we’ll see how things go. So Old Man Weather, what’s it going to be? Are you going to have the chills or a fever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya’ll Keep your Mittens handy just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-3160034744161374572?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/3160034744161374572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/01/south-texas-winter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/3160034744161374572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/3160034744161374572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2010/01/south-texas-winter.html' title='South Texas Winter'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-3670416704469809091</id><published>2009-12-29T13:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:18:48.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years</title><content type='html'>I can't believe the "0X's" are almost gone and we're already starting on the "1X's". I still haven't cleaned out my Y2K bunker. That SPAM is still good right? I was thinking on reflecting back on New Years Eves of the past but, for some reason I'm having some trouble remembering some of the details. Like where I spent them and what I did. A sliver of remembrance pokes through the fog here and there but surely that's some fantasy that my subconscious mind fabricated just to shock me. That couldn't have really happened, could it? New Years Eve falls on a Thursday this year. That's great. It gives me Friday to recoup and Saturday and Sunday to have a normal weekend before the first Monday of 2010. As usual, there are more festivities going on than I can could, or should, possibly attend. The crew here at work wants to kick things off Wednesday evening with Wings and Beers, then later that night an old friend is having her annual Night before New Years Eve Birthday Bash at a club she manages, Then on New Years Eve Night there is a New Years Eve Jam with some picking buddies. That should be a Hoot. My phone just rang a few minutes ago. It was another old friend that has a construction yard out in the country. He was inviting me to a New Years Eve party out there. He says the festivities there will be fairly unlimited. I was told you could bring guns&amp;nbsp; or bombs or whatever struck your fancy. Sounds interesting to say the least. I think I'm going to try and round up a half dozen or so suicide bombers. At midnight we can light those guys off. They seem to like that kind of thing. I don't know if I'll make all of these events. Next year I probably won't remember if I attended all of these or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people make New Years resolutions. They're going to lose weight, stop smoking, stop drinking, get a job, get married, get divorced, lower their cholesterol, raise their awareness, write a book, read a book, I've heard it all. Me, I'm not going to promise any of those things. Not even to myself. I'll be lucky to be able to keep doing what I'm doing. Which, I guess, ain't much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a lot of good friends in 2009 and not in the usual way. These died. As a matter of fact in the middle of the last paragraph I got a phone call alerting me to the passing of another old friend. Over my lifetime I've amassed a great number of people that I consider friends. The reality of that is that as we all get older, the number of them that are lost every year tends to increase as the years go by. A balding old man once told me that as he gets older he spends much more time at doctors offices and funeral homes and much less time at the barber shop. I guess that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on 2009 it seems fairly uneventful. At least for me personally. Could this be true or do all the eventful things just lose their shine after a while, like tarnish on a new piece of brass. Of course there were a lot of powerful and meaningful things that happened, in general, in 2009. I won't get into that, we'll hear enough of that in the days and weeks to come until the media settles into 2010 or something else happens for the talking heads to cackle about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last blog for 2009, unless something happens and I find something&amp;nbsp;else to cackle about. So everyone, be safe, be happy and be careful out there and I hope to see you all back in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Snappybob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-3670416704469809091?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/3670416704469809091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-years.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/3670416704469809091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/3670416704469809091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-8256154706291665719</id><published>2009-12-22T12:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:30:37.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>Sorry about my post slacking lately but work has picked up, finally, and with the holidays and all the blog kind of got shoved to the side. It's not that I haven't thought about it but with everything on my mind and Christmas too I just haven't had time to think about what to write about. So let's blame it on Christmas and as long as Christmas gets the blame I'll also have to give it the spotlight. So for today's blog I give you the very talented, the always beautiful, the one and only &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;. Christmas runs the emotional gamut from person to person from totally meaningless to completely taking control of ones life from Thanksgiving to the last bowl of Black eyed Peas on New Years Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;From a practical standpoint Christmas is very important, so I'm told, to the economy. I'm no economist but I think it must be very important to a capitalist based economy to get an occasional shot in the arm. A mechanism to keep the cash flow going. A means to keep the poor folks poor and the rich folks rich. It's for our own good I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For&amp;nbsp;many folks it's a time for religious services. A time to remember and celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. There will be services on Christmas Eve, on Christmas Morning and on Christmas evening as well. There will be Christmas Pageants where children will get there first taste of trotting the boards and being the star of the show on stage. My first remembrance of being in a Christmas Pageant was in elementary school where they dressed us up like Angels in a choir and put red lipstick on everybody so the audience could see our lips move. Yes, everybody got lipsticked. There will nativity scenes with farm animals, some real, some not. Homes, lawns and businesses will be decorated with lights and inflatable snowmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many it is a time to gather friends and family together. It's that one time of year&amp;nbsp;that you will see certain people. For some it will be the only time, for some it will be the first time to see the new friends or newborns. For some it will be the last time to see old friends. You just never know. Just think how many people were here last Christmas that are no longer with us. As we depart we will say "We must get together more often" but we won't in most cases. It's the just the Christmas spirit talking. The Christmas spirit is magic but fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas is special, I would think, to everyone. Whether you especially despise it, especially endear it, your especially, financially, enriched by it or especially financially crippled by it, it is special non the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I would like to take this opportunity to wish all of you, my dear readers, a very special Merry Christmas and a very Snappy New Year. I hope to see you all back, ratcheting up my new hit counter in 2010. Comments are always appreciated. &lt;strong&gt;Happy Holidays Everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-8256154706291665719?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/8256154706291665719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/8256154706291665719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/8256154706291665719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-2699897856861902001</id><published>2009-12-01T12:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:44:02.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rattlesnake Tequila</title><content type='html'>A few years ago my step brother Jerry told me that he was going to make something called Rattlesnake Tequila that he had heard about. If you've never met Brother Jerry or just haven't seen him for a while, here's a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxU1ZG_RsaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QxfWh4O0eag/s1600/jerry-xmas-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxU1ZG_RsaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QxfWh4O0eag/s320/jerry-xmas-small.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brother Jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see from the photo he is about 9 1/2 feet tall. He's the only guy I know who buys elevator shoes and has to have them specially set to basement just to keep his hat from wrecking the ceiling fans. He's sixty something years young, has most of his hair, all of his teeth and then some and jogs to work and back. He claims he owes it all to Rattlesnake Tequila. I don't think you can buy bottled Rattlesnake Tequila. You have to buy it by the shot or make it yourself. Are you intrigued yet? Here's a recipe I found on this website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gumbopages.com/food/beverages/vibora.html"&gt;http://www.gumbopages.com/food/beverages/vibora.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 gallon (or so) of cheap white tequila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 small rattlesnake (red diamondback preferred)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catch the rattlesnake with a "special stick". Place the rattlesnake into a gallon jar, then fill with the cheap white tequila. As the snake drowns, it (allegedly) emits "minute amounts of compounds with certain medicinal properties." When the snake is dead, remove from jar, gut snake, then put back in jar. Put the jar in the sun for three months, then in the shade for three months. Serve as shots. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing Jerry needed was a rattlesnake. Well this IS Texas and we have plenty of people with access to them but all he was being offered was dead ones. I've often heard the phrase "The only good snake is a dead snake" but for Rattlesnake Tequila you need a live snake and only a live snake will do. Jerry finally found a snake handler some where out in the boonies that had snakes for sale. Jerry went to see him and convinced him that he wanted to raise the snake as a pet. He purchased the snake from the snake handler and brought him home with some, justified, trepidation. It seems the snake handlers hand was severely swollen from a previous snake bite and had several scars from other bites. Jerry and his buddy Tom get the snake home and begin preparations for getting the snake into the jar that will be eventually filled with Tequila. Jerry never forgets the details and had the presence of mind to put this part of it on video. Check it out, click SEE THE VIDEO under the picture of Jerry's Rattlesnake in a jar on this site. &lt;a href="http://www.brianburnsmusic.com/aj_song_04.htm"&gt;Rattlesnake in a jar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I never tasted Jerry's Rattlesnake Tequila and I think the brew has been disposed of by now but the story will live on. Jerry and his brother (my other step brother) Jim are good friends with Texas singer and songwriter Brian Burns &lt;a href="http://www.brianburnsmusic.com/bbm_default.htm"&gt;Brian Burns website&lt;/a&gt;. Jim lives in Amarillo and sees Brian from time to time since Brian's home base is in the Dallas / Fort Worth area. One night Jim was shooting the breeze with Brian and started telling him the story about Jerry's Rattlesnake Tequila. Being the excellent song writer that Brian is he immediately saw the opportunity to turn this into a song that would fit onto his newest album that he was working on at the time, &lt;strong&gt;American Junkyard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxVExZRsjbI/AAAAAAAAADA/8oJoBkC81QM/s1600/AJ_Front_Cover.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxVExZRsjbI/AAAAAAAAADA/8oJoBkC81QM/s320/AJ_Front_Cover.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well the song has been written, the album has gone to press and the story of Jerry's Rattlesnake Tequila has been told. Of course Jerry is not the first one to make Rattlesnake Tequila and probably won't be the last but he did it and lived to tell the tale. And had the tale told by others. I know a lot of people will &lt;em&gt;recoil&lt;/em&gt; (sorry couldn't help it) at the notion of killing a poor snake for the sake of making tequila and Jerry is not the type of person to go around killing things for the fun of it. It was just something he had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxVHuis8BhI/AAAAAAAAADI/xwNVXPEIrzs/s1600/jerrys+rst.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxVHuis8BhI/AAAAAAAAADI/xwNVXPEIrzs/s320/jerrys+rst.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brianburnsmusic.com/aj_song_04.htm"&gt;Click here for words to song and audio clip in upper right corner.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now I think Jerry's on a train headed to Nacona Texas to be in the audience of the Brian Burns Christmas show there on December 4th. I wonder what stories he will bring back from this trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's some pictures of other jars of Rattlesnake Tequila sitting on bars around Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxVJTT57HcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TqvsRSmHv9U/s1600/RST+in+jar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxVJTT57HcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TqvsRSmHv9U/s320/RST+in+jar.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxVJZeG7WfI/AAAAAAAAADY/Dzx4J0yuY1E/s1600/rst+on+flicker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxVJZeG7WfI/AAAAAAAAADY/Dzx4J0yuY1E/s320/rst+on+flicker.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxVJf__4qfI/AAAAAAAAADg/JXs_5Ra2NiU/s1600/RST-san+lucas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxVJf__4qfI/AAAAAAAAADg/JXs_5Ra2NiU/s320/RST-san+lucas.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios Amigos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://pub24.bravenet.com/counter/code.php?id=395103&amp;amp;usernum=2020904662&amp;amp;cpv=2" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Bravenet.com Service Code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-2699897856861902001?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/2699897856861902001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/12/rattlesnake-tequila.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/2699897856861902001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/2699897856861902001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/12/rattlesnake-tequila.html' title='Rattlesnake Tequila'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SxU1ZG_RsaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QxfWh4O0eag/s72-c/jerry-xmas-small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-4368053324347889517</id><published>2009-11-04T19:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:06:47.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads Up!.........Red Molly.</title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to introduce a new feature on the blog. Let's call it &lt;strong&gt;Heads Up! &lt;/strong&gt;Today on &lt;strong&gt;Heads Up! &lt;/strong&gt;we will be featuring a female musical group called &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Molly&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;They are an acoustic trio from the New York area that sound like they should be right out of Austin or somewhere else in the hill country. Perhaps everyone else has already heard of Red Molly and this is just another opportunity for me to look silly but I'll risk it. It would, after all, be just another drop in the bucket. I stumbled across these ladies when doing a&amp;nbsp;YouTube search for Steve Goodmans song "Lookin For Trouble". I found a video of these gals doing a rendition of that song at what looked like a party. I was immediately taken with the arrangement and their harmonies really blew me away. I started checking out other videos by them and found&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzQjccr8wQA"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;and then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=td6lLM8j8jw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;and then I watched&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yq-kXQ0m1S0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Well I went and did a Google on them and found their web page.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.redmolly.com/"&gt;Here' Tis&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You can listen to a bunch of their songs on there as well. I checked to see if they do much touring and found out the they will be doing a House Concert in Austin on January 30th 2010. They are playing Dallas the night before on Friday(Hear that Buffalo Gal) then Austin on Saturday then Houston on Sunday. Sorry no San Antonio. I guess their tour manager figures Texas only has three real cities Dallas, Austin and Houston. Whatever. Anyway I'm seriously thinking about going. It's $15/person with a pot luck dinner. I guess that means with any luck we can smoke pot after dinner? It IS in Austin. I called the people who are hosting it and they said they could seat about 50-60 people. They are not advertising the January show yet in the Austin area but they figure it will be a good crowd. Reservations would be pretty much necessary. Anyway check out the links and let me know if there are any takers. I figure if all of my readers want to go we can rent a VW Beetle and take the dogs too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first &lt;strong&gt;Heads Up! &lt;/strong&gt;post I am going to feature a Bonus &lt;strong&gt;Heads Up! &lt;/strong&gt;Fellow Snappybob follower Leigh also has a blog. She just returned from a really nice Photo Safari in Arkansas. She did some extensive camping and hiking and posted some really nice photographs on her blog. It's always a really good read also.&lt;br /&gt;Visit her blog &lt;a href="http://buffalogal-ontheriverandbeyond.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2009-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;updated-max=2010-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=5"&gt;here...BuffaloGal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, thanks for dropping in. Hope to see you soon! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-4368053324347889517?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/4368053324347889517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/11/heads-upred-molly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/4368053324347889517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/4368053324347889517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/11/heads-upred-molly.html' title='Heads Up!.........Red Molly.'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-5721492165541630963</id><published>2009-10-26T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:16:59.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorilla Pills</title><content type='html'>Halloween is approaching and it always brings back memories of my childhood. Some of those memories are centered around Halloween activities and others just center around that general time of year. When I was in grade school the annual school carnival was held sometime in October. We kids never seemed to know exactly when the carnival was going to be until we arrived at school to find workers busily setting up the infrastructure for it. Excitement filled the crisp air as you arrived at school to find stake bed trucks filled with the unassembled carnival equipment. On one particular day when I was in the third grade I arrived to find things in just such a state. We always arrived about 15 minutes early and would play on the playground until the bell would ring for us to go inside. On this particular day I quickly found my friend Harry. We ran around excitedly looking at all that was taking place in the school yard. We finally wound up sitting on some playground equipment when he reached in his pocket and pulled out a little bottle, held it out to me and said “Want some? They’re Gorilla pills.” About that time the bell rang and we started walking toward the school&amp;nbsp; building. The pills looked like candy to me so I popped a few into my mouth and chewed them up wanting to hurry and eat them before we got into the class room where eating candy, of course, was not allowed. Our teacher, Miss Sharon, was quite strict and being caught eating candy in class would have brought a severe and quick punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go on, a little bit about Miss Sharon might be in order. Miss Sharon was, I’m guessing, about 100 years old. She had been putting up with kids like me for about 80 years and was getting a little sick of it. She had been known to take off her shoes and throw them at the class. There was only one thing in this world that she was afraid of. Only one thing but it scared the hell out of her. For some reason this woman was scared to death of Hydrophobia. Rabies that is. She would tell us in graphic detail about how wild animals would get Hydrophobia, foam at the mouth, go into a wild rage and bite any poor unfortunate soul who happened to be within fang range. People who contracted it would suffer a similar fate and die a miserable, slobbering pile of flesh with only the desire to bite someone else to pass the disease along. We heard this story over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back in class, as I sat down and had swallowed that candy or gorilla pills or what ever that stuff was that Harry gave me I started to realize that this was the nastiest candy I had ever had. The taste was unbearable and I couldn’t get it out of my mouth. Finally I tried spitting on the floor. That didn’t help at all. Then I started to salivate profusely . I used my sleeve to get some out of my mouth. I started salivating more, and more and more. There was no place to put it all! I thought OH MY GOD! I’M FOAMING AT MOUTH! I’m GONNA THROW UP! I got up from my desk and started walking to the front where Miss Sharon was babbling on about some homework or something. As she turned to look at me I tried to speak but my mouth was producing saliva at such a high rate that it was literally flowing down my chin. Miss Sharon took one look at me and with a horrified look on her face said Oh My God your foaming at the mouth. He’s got HYDROPHOBIA! She grabbed me by the back of the collar and rushed me towards the stairs and down to the nurse screaming “I Think He Has Hydrophobia! I immediately started throwing up and trying to tell the nurse that I had taken Gorilla Pills. (The plot thickens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, keep in mind this was around 1962 or so and the Dope Pusher or Dope Fiend was one of the biggest fears of an elementary school in those days. Especially&amp;nbsp;my school&amp;nbsp;since we were fairly close to the State Mental Hospital. So this changed the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“GORILLA PILLS?” They ask. “What Gorilla pills?” “The ones Harry gave me” I sang like a canary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well by this time my Mom had been called and was on her way, Miss Sharon had probably turned Harry upside down and shook him until the remaining pills dropped out of his pockets. Me and my mom and the pills all went to the family doctor. He identified the pills as Carters Little Liver Pills. A common over the counter cure all that probably didn’t cure anything but were to be swallowed not chewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the rest of the day at home listening to lectures about taking pills and drug pushers and dope fiends and what not and was finally taken back to school that same afternoon. They made me stand before the class and say I was sorry for disrupting an otherwise uneventful carnival day. I don’t think Harry even got in trouble. That Dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left to do in class that day was a little spelling exercise where the first person in the first row takes the first word on a list in the book, pronounces it, spells it and then pronounces it again. Then the second person takes the second word and so on. You can probably guess what my word turned out to be. This had to be a setup. I had to stand up in class and say PILL P-I-L-L PILL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anybody ever offers you any Gorilla Pills. Don’t take them. They’re not as much fun as they sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A HAPPY HALLOWEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or FALL CARNIVAL or whatever PC name they are giving it this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-5721492165541630963?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/5721492165541630963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/10/gorilla-pills.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/5721492165541630963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/5721492165541630963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/10/gorilla-pills.html' title='Gorilla Pills'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-920861573842693468</id><published>2009-10-16T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:47:00.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Food Day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, October 17th, is &lt;a href="http://www.fao.org/getinvolved/worldfoodday/en/"&gt;World Food Day&lt;/a&gt;. Did you know that there was a special day for food? I didn't know that. But I'm not surprised. Sometimes it seems like there are so many special days in the year that there is not enough days in the year to go around. It seems to water down all the specialness about special days. I kind of like the idea of World Food Day though. I spend a fair amount of time thinking about food. Not that I'm all that hungry usually, Those of you that know me, and from what I can tell, that's both of you, will know that I am an avid gardener. I like to promote the ideals of buying your food locally and I promote sustainable food production. I got an email today from &lt;a href="http://www.kitchengardeners.org/"&gt;Kitchen Gardeners International&lt;/a&gt;. After alerting me that tomorrow was World Food Day they presented me with a list that I thought was kinda cool. I believe the list was created by a guy named Roger Doiron. Here is the list below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: number of new kitchen gardens planted at the White House this year &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1943: the last time food was grown at the White House &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;White House&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 million: the number of new gardens planted in 1943 &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LA Times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40%: percentage of nation's produce coming from gardens in 1943 &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LA Times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 million: estimated number of new food gardens planted in the US in 2009 &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;NGA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2000: amount of savings possible per year from a 40' x 40' garden &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;KGI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90%: percentage of fruit/vegetable varieties lost in the US the last 100 years &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;CNN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3500: number of vegetable varieties owned by Monsanto &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Monsanto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18,467: number of new small farms counted in the last agricultural census &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;USDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4,685: number of farmers markets nationwide &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;USDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4,100: number of Wal-mart stores and clubs in the US &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Wal-mart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187,000 ft2 : average area of a Wal-mart superstore &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Wal-mart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60,112 ft2: average area of a farmers' market &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;USDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 million: number of imported food shipments arriving in the US each year &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Huffington Post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;226,377: number of establishments registered to export food to the US &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Huffington Post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200: number of on-site inspections of these establishments conducted by the FDA last year &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Huffington Post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76 million: number of people who fall ill each year due to food poisoning &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;CDC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 gallons: volume of sugared beverages consumed per person in the US each year &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LA Times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22,727: number of Olympic-sized swimming pools those beverages would fill &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Answers.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$15 billion: annual estimated revenue of a penny-per-ounce tax on soda &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;LA Times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20.5 billion: Coca-Cola's gross profit in 2008 &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Coca-Cola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72 million: number of American adults considered obese &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;CDC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33%: percentage of US children likely to develop obesity or Type 2 diabetes &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;CDC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-15 years: average number of years their lives will be shortened as a result &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;CDC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57 years: average age of the American farmer &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;USDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 days: average shelf-life of a Twinkie &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Snopes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;350 parts per million: sustainable level of CO2 in atmosphere &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;350.org&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;390 parts per million: current level of CO2 in the atmosphere &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;NOAA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31%: percentage of human-caused greenhouse gas emissions attributable to food and agriculture &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;IPCC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2020: year by which many geologists feel the world will have reached "peak oil" production &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;UK Research Centre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 calories: average amount of fossil fuel energy required to produce 1 calorie of food energy in industrialized food systems &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cornell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29,100 calories: estimated fossil fuel calories required to produce one order of Outback Steakhouse Aussie Cheese Fries &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Men's Health&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 billion: number of hungry people in the world in 2009 &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;FAO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.1 billion: projected world population in the year 2050 &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;US Census &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70%: percentage increase in global food production required to feed that projected population &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;FAO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70%: percentage of world's fresh water used for agricultural purposes &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;UNESCO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.8 billion: number of people expected to experience "water scarcity" in the year 2025 &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;UNEP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0: number of new, oil-rich, water-rich, fertile and inhabitable planets we are likely to discover in the next 40 years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: number of people needed to make a positive difference in any of the above: you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was an appropriate list for World Food Day. The blue text on the end of the lines that look like links are just blue text. I was too lazy to put all of those links in. Too much stinking linking. Supposedly you can go to those websites to verify the information. I don't know for sure since if I was so lazy I had to put in fake links I was surely too lazy to go and check their sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great World Food Day. As luck would have it I will be going to a BBQ to celebrate my Step Moms birthday. She's 80 something. Happy Birthday Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-920861573842693468?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/920861573842693468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-food-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/920861573842693468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/920861573842693468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-food-day.html' title='World Food Day'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-5908480850876194579</id><published>2009-10-06T11:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:16:00.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Photos For Ya</title><content type='html'>Sorry it took so long to to get some pics up but I was trying to wait until I had a chance to get some really cool stuff for you guys. I haven't had a chance to go out and do a picture taking safari so most of these are just snap shots that I have been taking trying to get familiar with the new&amp;nbsp; camera. I'm going to throw in a few that I did not take just because they need to be there. I'll let you know which ones they are. All of the ones I took have a little bit of post processing done to them but just what I could do with the limited software that I have. The other night as I was poking around on my computer I found out that I have a copy of Photoshop 7 loaded on there. Dunno where it came from. I think my step brother Jerry might have loaded it on there a long time ago and I just forgot. I've forgot stuff before I think. I don't know nuthin about Photoshop 7 or any of the other numbers either so I ordered a copy of Photoshop 7 for Dummies cuz that's what I am when it come to new software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OK Shot #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstiT0lJSMI/AAAAAAAAABw/vZFcCOJ6bwo/s1600-h/chase-blg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstiT0lJSMI/AAAAAAAAABw/vZFcCOJ6bwo/s320/chase-blg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is my grandson &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He's a stinker and he's almost two. He's our first and only, so far, grandchild and we're having a blast with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shot #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstjDr_I0AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ymhEvt8PTn0/s1600-h/liberty_bw-blg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstjDr_I0AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ymhEvt8PTn0/s320/liberty_bw-blg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This here's the Liberty Bar just north of downtown San Antonio. If you've never been there it's almost too late. The owners of the property told the folks that run the bar that they had to get out because a parking lot would make them a whole lot more money than the 100 + year old restaurant/bar. They are going to move there business down to the art district known as South Town but it will never be the same. I snapped this shot one day while we were on our way home from the &lt;a href="http://www.pearlfarmersmarket.com/"&gt;Pearl Farmers Market&lt;/a&gt;. So long Liberty Bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shot #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstlAUf9H9I/AAAAAAAAACA/0GSDq6sXc8M/s1600-h/wheel-blg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstlAUf9H9I/AAAAAAAAACA/0GSDq6sXc8M/s320/wheel-blg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went to Fredericksburg one Sunday to attend the Alternative Energy Exposition. This really old paddle wheel supplies all of the electricity for the town of Fredericksburg. WOW! That thing is really efficient. I reached over and grabbed it and stopped it for a few seconds and the town fire alarm went off at the fire station next door. I ran into the bathrooms and hid for a while. I don't think they know it was me. I hope they don't read this blog. For $10 a head I don't think it was really worth it. They had some neat stuff and all but most of it was just vendors trying to sign you up to sell you stuff. I had more fun just bopp'in around town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Which leads us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shot #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/Sstnwsxh-aI/AAAAAAAAACI/uvEX0WMUidQ/s1600-h/horse-blg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/Sstnwsxh-aI/AAAAAAAAACI/uvEX0WMUidQ/s320/horse-blg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After having some lunch at a little diner down the street we took a little walk up Main Street and I saw this Hobby Horse. I always wonder why they call them Hobby Horses. I guess it would be a good hobby for a kid if ha had plenty of coinage. This horse runs on alternative energy too. Quarters, two at a time. And it will run as long as you have quarters but once you run out it stops. My wife said we we out of quarters. I think she just got nervous about the small gathering crowd that had assembled before I got off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shots #5 and #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstqFcGHwfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VuSQhvS8IwQ/s1600-h/jug2-blg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstqFcGHwfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VuSQhvS8IwQ/s320/jug2-blg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstqVc8aIUI/AAAAAAAAACY/8nBzBU2gRPg/s1600-h/jug1-blg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstqVc8aIUI/AAAAAAAAACY/8nBzBU2gRPg/s320/jug1-blg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These are some house type plants that are in my back yard. I don't know much about house type plants but if I was to guess I would say that these are Rubber Plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shot #7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/Sstsjkx-6RI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Im3RI5xrDk/s1600-h/worm-blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/Sstsjkx-6RI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Im3RI5xrDk/s320/worm-blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I went bird hunting the other day after work. I blasted through about half a box of shells and couldn't hit nothin. Even on a good day I ain't much good with a shot gun. I did manage to shoot a caterpillar though. It was funny, while I was try'in to take his picture an ant came up and bit him on the butt. Ha Ha Ha! He was pissed off at that ant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shot #8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/Sstt86MP7tI/AAAAAAAAACo/D8TcUhSVHUE/s1600-h/shake-bobby1-blg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/Sstt86MP7tI/AAAAAAAAACo/D8TcUhSVHUE/s320/shake-bobby1-blg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went to see a couple of my favorite musicians last Saturday night. They were playing at the&lt;a href="http://www.waterstreetseafoodsa.com/"&gt;Water Street Oyster Bar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in San Antonio. My wife Brenda took this shot of me and the headliner &lt;a href="http://www.shakerussell.com/"&gt;Shake Russell&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with her little Kodak point and shoot. We figured out that night that we had been coming out to see Shake and the various folks he has played with for about 30 years. I haven't seen a bad show yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shot #9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstwBaXQg5I/AAAAAAAAACw/gAhbaV87yVQ/s1600-h/claude-blg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstwBaXQg5I/AAAAAAAAACw/gAhbaV87yVQ/s320/claude-blg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Opening up for Shake was the one and only &lt;a href="http://www.butchmorgan.com/"&gt;Claude Butch Morgan&lt;/a&gt;. The man of a million faces and the man of a million song and stories. I've been following this guy as long as Shake, if not longer. And again I have never been disappointed. I remember seeing him play at a small club on West Ave called Los Padrinos back in the early eighties. The club was on a really busy boulevard and Claude had just started using the new wireless technology. The club&amp;nbsp;was an open air patio type of thing so Claude started running around the club and patio area singing and playing guitar. Before the song was over he was standing on the center stripe in the middle of the street playing and singing to the cars that were driving by honking and swerving around trying not to hit the guy in the street playing guitar. Thank God he was not hit. He's not quite that crazy today but still better than ever. If you have never seen either of these guys before do not hesitate to go and see them whenever you can. Check out their websites for show info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Note: I pulled Claude's photo from his website and was not photographed by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;On a side note, I have heard that some people may be having a hard time reading the text on this blog. If you are having any problems with either the size of the text or the contrast between the color of the text and background let me know and I'll see if I can make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well that's all I got for today. See you guys when I see ya. Be careful out there. Love ya. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-5908480850876194579?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/5908480850876194579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-photos-for-ya.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/5908480850876194579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/5908480850876194579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-photos-for-ya.html' title='Some Photos For Ya'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SstiT0lJSMI/AAAAAAAAABw/vZFcCOJ6bwo/s72-c/chase-blg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-122484654204350669</id><published>2009-09-23T12:39:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:56:00.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SnappyBob's Mid-Week News Roundup</title><content type='html'>The first bit of news came to to me early this week from my fellow Record Breaking Guitar Picker and Luckenback Layabout Gary Woitena. According to &lt;br /&gt;Gary our record breaking attempt is now official with the Guinness Book Of World Record folks certifying us as the official world record holders with the official number being 1868 pickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. Remember this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://[img]http//img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/bschultz/danny-record.jpg[/IMG]"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/Srpfs2PM9sI/AAAAAAAAABE/obCjX-6KkRo/s1600-h/danny-record.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/Srpfs2PM9sI/AAAAAAAAABE/obCjX-6KkRo/s320/danny-record.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senor Samplico, his excellency, has informed me that he is auditioning for a part in that all time holiday favorite "The Nutcracker". Now, I never knew His Excellency had any aspirations in the area of Ballet but if you have ever seen him waltzing the aisles of Walmart you would have to wonder why we didn't see this coming. He hasn't won the audition yet but the word around Off Broadway is he has a pretty good chance. Most of his chances are hanging on the wardrobe departments ability to come up with a Tutu in his size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caveat:&lt;br /&gt;I'm just having a little fun with Danny. Actually he auditioned for a non dancing part as a favor for a friends daughter. It probably took a lot of guts. Kudos Senor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've all been losing sleep worrying about how my new camera is coming along. Well all I can say is "I love It". All the versatility of my old 35mm SLR and more. I must admit it was a little intimidating at first. On my old SLR I had a knob for shutter speed, an aperture ring, a focus ring and an ASA setting. Now I have whistles and bells and menus and sub menus and on screen info telling me stuff to make me nervous as hell. All in all though I couldn't be happier with it. It does everything you would expect from an SLR and takes great automatic and programed snapshots as well. And who can complain about being able to see your photo results right away. That must take a whole lot of the anxiety out of wedding photography, not that I want to go back there any time soon. Sorry I don't have any pictures to post yet but I have been so busy getting acquainted with this thing that I haven't had a chance to upload any pics to Photobucket. Perhaps next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of learning all about me digital camera I found a very useful website for me to get info. It's call The Nikon Cafe. It's a forum for Nikon users and photographers in general. I mention this because they have a very interesting thread that has a lot of cool pictures if you want to go look. One of the guys on the forum bought a fairly nice used lens for the purpose of reselling to make a little money. But on second thought he offered it up to anyone on the forum who wanted to use it for a week to take pictures to be posted there. The would be that you sign up on a list. The lens is sent to you when it is your turn. You use it for a week, upload your pics and send it to the next person on the list. So this lens has been crisscrossing the US and abroad for a while now. Unfortunately they cut the list off at 60 so I can't get in on it. If you want to check it out I'll put a link at the bottom. You have to scroll through a few pages of chit chat to get from one series of pics to another but it's not too bad. Have fun it's called &lt;i&gt;"Seeing the World Through a Single Lens".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikoncafe.com/vforums/showthread.php?t=180602"&gt;http://www.nikoncafe.com/vforums/showthread.php?t=180602&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.nikoncafe.com/vforums/showthread.php?t=180602"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's All Folks, See You Next Time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-122484654204350669?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/122484654204350669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/09/snappybobs-mid-week-news-roundup.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/122484654204350669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/122484654204350669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/09/snappybobs-mid-week-news-roundup.html' title='SnappyBob&apos;s Mid-Week News Roundup'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/Srpfs2PM9sI/AAAAAAAAABE/obCjX-6KkRo/s72-c/danny-record.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-7296795553483327720</id><published>2009-09-17T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:04:17.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New camera arrives today.</title><content type='html'>After extensive research on what kind of camera I could get to replace my old Sony (see previous blog where I talk about how Sony Cameras SUCK!)After looking around at the point and shoots I realized that for a little more $$$ I could get a digital SLR. Not only that, I could get a Nikon Digital SLR. You can read a review of it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kenrockwell.com/nikon/d40.htm"&gt;http://www.kenrockwell.com/nikon/d40.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to UPS it is supposed to be delivered today. I must admit I feel kind of guilty because my wife's birthday is today and here I am getting a new camera in the mail. It figures that it would have to show up today. This stuff just happened to me. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooooo. Look for some new pictures here on the blog in the coming days and weeks as I share my dazzling photographic flying circus. Maybe I'll post some bloopers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt; on the business end of the lens soon.&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-7296795553483327720?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/7296795553483327720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-camera-arrives-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/7296795553483327720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/7296795553483327720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-camera-arrives-today.html' title='New camera arrives today.'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-7913267370600608860</id><published>2009-09-14T11:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:10:36.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Beer, Midnight Trains and Bean Dip</title><content type='html'>One night my wife and I went over to some close friends house for dinner and drinks. Being a fairly long drive, it was mutually pre-planned that we would spend the night and return home the following day. Dinner was delicious, Bar BQ with all of the trimmings, followed by a few beers, a dip in the pool and then some more beers. We played cards and watched the trains go by. The couple lived in an area next to a railroad line, and me, being a lover of trains, I took great delight in seeing so many trains at such a close proximity. &lt;br /&gt;   As the night grew later, everyone was getting tired and ready for bed. Everyone, except for me, that is. I was still anticipating the next train to go by and another beer or two didn’t sound out of the question. The couple assured me that I would be welcome to remain in the back yard and watch the trains and come in whenever I was ready. They only asked that I turn off the light in the backyard because it shined through the window of their bedroom and kept them awake. Having the light off was no problem for me as I like it dark when I sit in the yard at night. The lady of the house told me that if I got hungry just to help myself to any of the snacks that were in the kitchen. The couple retired for the evening, as did my wife, leaving me alone in the back yard, sipping my beer and waiting for the next freight train to pass.&lt;br /&gt;   It was a nice South Texas summer night. There was a light breeze, the sky was clear and the moon was shining on the pool in the yard. In between the roar of the occasional train the neighborhood was quiet and tranquil. Even the dogs had gone to bed. &lt;br /&gt;   As the night wore on the beers were beginning to have their effect and I needed to visit the rest room. After using the facilities I was exiting the house though the kitchen and I noticed an array of chips on the kitchen table. I thought perhaps a snack before bed would not be a bad idea. There were corn chips, potato chips, tortilla chips etc. and I DID notice earlier seeing a new unopened can of bean dip on the picnic table outside. YES, a midnight snack is just what I needed. I grabbed a bag of the, “Big Dip Fritos” from the table, a fresh beer from the ice chest outside and the can of bean dip from the picnic table outside. I then returned to my train watching spot to await the next passing train and enjoy my snack. I wondered if the train crew ever got to eat this good on their journeys riding the rails around the country.&lt;br /&gt;   After settling in, I opened my fresh beer and opened the bag of Fritos and selected a Frito just the perfect size and shape to allow me to get a good scoop of bean dip. The first scoop out of a bean dip can is always the best one. I found the pull tab on the bean dip can and pulled it open and tossed the lid into my little trash can of empty beer bottles. Like a child jumping into a pile on newly raked leaves I plunged my chip into the bean dip and popped it into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;   At that very moment a train sounded it’s horn from around the bend. It was like an alarm warning of some impending danger that I was already aware of. The taste of the bean dip was distinct and pronounced. This was not bean dip, it was cat food. Fish based cat food. I immediately spit it onto the yard and began looking for the garden hose. It was dark and I was panicked. There was no garden hose to be found. I grabbed my beer and tried to wash my mouth out with beer but it wasn’t working. I then ran to the pool and started dipping my head under the water like a duck looking for a fish. Nothing I did would completely remove the taste from my mouth. The neighborhood dogs were now barking, the evenings tranquility was gone and my infatuation for trains had passed like the last Laredo bound Union Pacific. I took the can of cat food and buried it deep in the trashcan and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;   The next morning I woke later than everyone else. I could hear the chatter of friends and family that had arrived for a Sunday brunch. I arose and headed for the bathroom to wash my mouth out one more time and then went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Surely some coffee would help. Everyone was gathering on the patio visiting when I went outside and took a seat. The coffee was helping my somewhat dull headache. Our hostess stopped by, greeted me good morning and asked if I would like some brunch. She said “I made some tuna fish sandwiches, If you’d like one.” I politely declined. As she walked away I heard her talking to the family cat. “Are you ready for you dinner kitty? Now where is that cat food? I know I set it out here on the picnic table somewhere.” &lt;br /&gt;   I didn’t mention my midnight snack for a long, long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-7913267370600608860?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/7913267370600608860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/09/cold-beer-midnight-trains-and-bean-dip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/7913267370600608860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/7913267370600608860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/09/cold-beer-midnight-trains-and-bean-dip.html' title='Cold Beer, Midnight Trains and Bean Dip'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-704697888464166266</id><published>2009-09-08T16:02:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:07:36.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could'a, Would'a, Should'a Had a V-8</title><content type='html'>I like V-8 juice. I like V-8 juice a lot. I like V-8 juice in the morning. Sometimes I like V-8 juice in the afternoon. Sometimes I like V-8 juice too much. Sometimes I get V-8 cravings and I just have to get some. This morning was one of those times. I was at work and it was around break time anyway, well, plus or minus an hour or so. There is a sleazy convenience store across the street so I nonchalantly get in my truck to go score a can of V-8 from the sleazy store across the street but then I started to have second thoughts. Like, how long has this bottle of V-8 been sitting on the shelf of the sleazy store? I could check the expiration date if they have one but even if they do who's to say that what's his name that runs the place ( I can't ever remember his name but it sounds like -Yabba Dabba Doo- or something) hasn't been using some sleazy store technology to change the expiration dates. So I decide to go to the less sleazy store a few blocks away. When I go in I find that, as usual all they have is V-8 Hot &amp; Spicy or one of the other flavors like V-8 Fusion blueberry or pomegranate or whatever. So, I've gone this far, I might as well go to the store that is a clone of this store down the street. Same deal, no regular V-8 just the trendy stuff that obviously nobody buys since that's all they have left and all the regular is gone. I am getting really tired of seeing only "Spicy Hot" and I'm starting to feel sorta spicy hot by this time. My last chance was to go down the street to a Walgreens. Surely they will have it. NOPE! SPICEY HOT!!!!!!! OK That's it. I'm not going to get my V-8 today. So I start driving back to work and realize I've made a big circle and will wind up driving right by the sleazy convenience store across from my work. I've been to 3 places already and nobody has it but I have to try. Sure enough they have it. I can't find an expiration date. Maybe Yabba Dabba Doo rubbed it off. Anyway I buy it and they charge me sales tax. Are they supposed to charge sales tax on juice? I told you they were sleazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget your V-8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey they even have soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://&lt;a href="http://www.campbellsv8soup.com/"&gt;www.campbellsv8soup.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-704697888464166266?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/704697888464166266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/09/coulda-woulda-shoulda-had-v-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/704697888464166266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/704697888464166266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/09/coulda-woulda-shoulda-had-v-8.html' title='Could&apos;a, Would&apos;a, Should&apos;a Had a V-8'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-7871084641272047801</id><published>2009-09-02T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:22:14.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Nonsense and Pick'in record video</title><content type='html'>I tried to post some nonsense yesterday. I had some really good, and I mean good for noth'in nonsense. Totally useless stuff that was floating around in my head. But, I thought that it might be somewhat entertaining so I was going to post it. After all, that's part of what my product description is here, Nonsense. Well it seems that Blogger is owned by or at least run by Google and that was stirring up issues in posting. All of the sudden Blogger or Goggle or who ever was telling me that I had not authored any blogs and was inviting me to go ahead and create my first one. I was like WTF??? So it took me about an hour to figure out WTF and get it straightened out, with of course no help from Google or Blogger. I was about ready to throw this whole thing in the pissser and start over with some other blogger service and I might yet but for now I will stick it out and see how it goes. Anyway, I was not feeling too nonsensical after all that BS so I guess I'll just save that for another post. Those of you that know me, and from the looks of things, that's everybody, you know that sooner or later, and probably sooner, the nonsense will show it's ugly, juvenile, absurd and uncalled for head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until then, my friend Senor Samplico sent me a link to a YouTube video of the &lt;strong&gt;Pick'en For The Record&lt;/strong&gt; event. You will see a lot of video's of this event on YouTube. There were a lot of people roving around taking video. I'm sure many of them wound up on YouTube. If any of you find one showing a clear shot of Snappy and the crew post a link in the comments section. Here's the link to the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikMnOi-OGys"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikMnOi-OGys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse any misspellings, it seems Blogger or Google or whoever has upgraded to &lt;strong&gt;No Spellcheck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-7871084641272047801?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/7871084641272047801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/09/wheres-nonsense-and-pickin-record-video.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/7871084641272047801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/7871084641272047801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/09/wheres-nonsense-and-pickin-record-video.html' title='Where&apos;s the Nonsense and Pick&apos;in record video'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-3350664001094709095</id><published>2009-08-30T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:13:28.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taranchulas in the Morning.....More Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;September is right around the corner and with it some hopefully cooler and wetter weather. I'm starting to prepare my beds for the fall and winter veggies but if things don't change pretty soon I can't hold out much hope for a good season. I went to the farmers market yesterday morning and came home empty handed. There was no produce to buy. There were the usual vender's of nuts, breads, mushrooms, meats and pickles but no fresh produce. The drought has taken it's toll on locally produced veggies and if things don't change the farmers in the area will not have any fall crops to sell either. On an optimistic note, I saw a Tarantula clinging to the side of my house this morning when I went out to get the newspaper. I hope I see some more in the coming days. I live close to a creek and the Spiders and snakes usually seek higher ground before the creek rises. We'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had one response to my request for more pics of the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pick'in For The Record&lt;/span&gt; event. Thanks Pam. I selected a couple for your viewing pleasure. Here they be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a shot of the stage. This is the closest I've seen the stage. I never got that close the day of the event. I sure am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375786808362021458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SpqhnrymMlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HOoMbcTZJTg/s320/Picken+for+the+Record+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a pretty good shot of the crowd. Well part of the crowd anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375787971294804370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SpqirYDYOZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tPo52aURZAk/s320/Picken+for+the+Record+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could have taken more pictures but my digital camera is broke. Don't ever buy a Sony camera cause they suck. This is my second Sony digital camera that is now useless. They just quit all of the sudden. No power and they fry any batteries that you put in them. I took it to the camera shop and they said to fix it they would have to send it back to Sony. Sony charges a flat $201 dollars to fix their cameras no matter what's wrong. I think I'll just slap another $100 bucks on that $201 and buy a good camera. Anybody have any recommendation's on good reliable digital cameras?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-3350664001094709095?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/3350664001094709095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/08/taranchulas-in-morningmore-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/3350664001094709095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/3350664001094709095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/08/taranchulas-in-morningmore-pics.html' title='Taranchulas in the Morning.....More Pics'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SpqhnrymMlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HOoMbcTZJTg/s72-c/Picken+for+the+Record+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-7466181147706456369</id><published>2009-08-26T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:50:05.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures OF the record FOR the record</title><content type='html'>As promised here is the first installment of pictures from the "Pick'in For The Record" event held in Luckenbach Texas on Sunday August 23, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was a real nuisance. We kept trying to run him off but he kept coming back. There's one in every crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374463502958343570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SpXuFLAiNZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frDNGdeztMY/s320/Bobby-record.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My old friend for life came out of hiding for this event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet: His Excellency Senor Daniel Pedro Gonzalez Chorizo Sampleco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374464616038525314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SpXvF9jh6YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S7CdSzKPZdQ/s320/danny-record.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Below is the crew that was with us from San Antonio. From left to right: Kathy, Gary, Lawrence, Vito, Bobby, Jimmy and Danny. Not pictured is Mary Ann who was there to play but too late for the group photo unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374465536140665154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SpXv7hM-YUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Fu1_SytGENM/s320/crew-record.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the crew in "Record Breaking" action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374467367411163138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SpXxmHN4oAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X4qlpwhkIDY/s320/pickin-record.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did it. Hip Hip Hooray!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374468254734448498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SpXyZwwPd3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/N266bRLmnBM/s320/crowd-record.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures can't do justice to the enormity of the event or the feeling of doing it. The best part was doing something like this with some of my best and oldest friends. I just wish more of them could have been there. It was truly a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-7466181147706456369?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/7466181147706456369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-of-record-for-record.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/7466181147706456369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/7466181147706456369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-of-record-for-record.html' title='Pictures OF the record FOR the record'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SpXuFLAiNZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/frDNGdeztMY/s72-c/Bobby-record.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-6539731260722221270</id><published>2009-08-24T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:11:10.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Did It</title><content type='html'>We bought the new couch and love see my wife was wanting. We spent a little more money than we wanted to but this was the first couch I have ever bought that I didn't have to strap into the back of my pickup truck haul into the house myself. So life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing we did this weekend is was to help set a new record for the biggest guitar picking session ever assembled anywhere in the world. (see Fridays entry). We wound up with 1859 guitar pickers to beat the record of 1803 or so set in Germany several years ago. We beat it by a slim margin but it was alot of fun and it was for a good cause. Several of my close friends joined me in this task so that made it especially special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-6539731260722221270?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/6539731260722221270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/6539731260722221270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/6539731260722221270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-did-it.html' title='We Did It'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6955388281703845823.post-6489490031343916723</id><published>2009-08-21T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:25:30.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday at last</title><content type='html'>Well here it is Friday at last. My weekend will be busy as usual. My wife has been shopping for living room furniture so I am sure part of my weekend will be spent hauling furniture around town, trying to turn couches in impossible angles to get them in the front door. I just hope she gets a comfortable couch because I will probably need it when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a semi-amature musician, I plan to spend Sunday in Luckenbach Texas playing guitar with a few friends.......about 2000 of them if they all show up. Actually it's a benefit called "Pick'in For The Record" to help returning vets with brain injuries to receive guitar lessons and other music therapy. You can check out their website here. &lt;a href="http://www.voicesofagratefulnation.org/"&gt;http://www.voicesofagratefulnation.org/&lt;/a&gt;. The goal is to beat the previous record set in Germany of 1800 guitar players playing at one time. So we are shooting for 2000. 1600 had signed up to do it as of yesterday. We're trying to get into the Guinness World Record book and make some money for a charity at the same time. You get a free T shirt too and some kind of dog tags. Far out. Should be cool and a nightmare at the same time. I haven't had a cool nightmare since I was taking that quit smoking drug Chantix. Anyhoo, we are going to be playing two songs. This Land Is Your Land and the Luckenbach Texas song. I still haven't learned them yet. I guess I should, or maybe I'll just fake it. Wouldn't it be a drag if we just had enough people to break the record and when we got though playing the Guinness referee or whatever said "Hey that Dude up there was fakin it" "No deal, No record your disqualified." Can you imagine 2000 guitar players chasing me around Luckenbach trying to kabong me on the head with their guitars. Talk about your un-cool nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in next week for more adventures of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SnappyBob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6955388281703845823-6489490031343916723?l=snappybob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/feeds/6489490031343916723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/6489490031343916723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6955388281703845823/posts/default/6489490031343916723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snappybob.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-at-last.html' title='Friday at last'/><author><name>Snappybob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15929490537951650384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-3yLIFNajE/SrzmYkUFINI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bNpwKAKTwCI/S220/nikon_avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
