Nothing says small government quite like …

Nothing says the gubmint should stay the hell out of the people’s business quite like the State policing uteri in vitro. And nothing says jobs jobs and more jobs quite like restricting reproductive rights. Which helps explain why small government poser and spawn of Paul, aka Rand, has a critical addition to a routine bill on flood insurance: [Read more…]

A midsummer night’s rant

I despise them. I loath them. I hate them. I’m talking of course about computers, specifically windows PCs. Computers were once a blast for me. Tons of fun to play with, I liked them. But that’s back when they were more of a curiosity than a daily necessity. That’s all changed; try applying for a job with out one these days. As a hobby, they’re still fun. As machines we are forced to depend for pretty much everything, they are not ideal Internet platforms and that’s saying it nicely. [Read more…]

Diablo III game settings tips

If you troll through the video game forums like I do, you find players saying they are having terrible lag, screen display issues, and other latency and graphics problems with Diablo III. Some of these are unavoidable: artifacts of millions of poeple trying to play the game at the same time. But there are some things you can improve. Below are some game-settings tips straight from some pro level video gamer friends of mine. [Read more…]

Water like glass

Sorry for playing hookey for the last day or two. It was for a good cause: Wind speed 0 mph, wave height non-existent, technical description: calm as bath water. So a friend and I have been hitting it extra early, gliding over a dark green watery mirror as sson as it was lit by a flaming red rising sun. That’s me at about 8 AM just past the intersection of the Pedernales River and Lake Travis, central Texas, on my beloved Hyperlite wakeboard with Ronix boots that fit like little foot-gloves. With the back fins off on water that silky smooth, this board spins like a top, it’s almost like riding a big, polished frisbee over water. We rode and fell and  fell and rode, until our bruised and battered middle-aged bodies could take no more. What are you doing this weekend?