Jack Daniels: weaker than ever!
The whiskey now registers 80 proof, instead of 86 (or 40 percent alcohol vs. 43 percent), and some drinkers feel betrayed.
“You can’t screw with a legend like that and get away with it,” said Frank Kelly Rich, editor of Modern Drunkard magazine. “I’m sure Jack is spinning in his grave.”
Fishing off the coast at Camp Lejeune is as easy as A,B,C. Just stay out of the bombing range. If a reporter tags along, yank her chain.
“I use real light-line spinning tackle that is 8- to 10-pound-test [line] so if I have to break it off I can do it without ruining a whole bunch,” Brafford said. “And I have a heavy egg sinker on the bottom, which I paint black.”
Why?
“Otherwise they get eaten off,” Brafford said with a snicker.
I checked the solunar tables again after I figured out that I transposed a digit in Ocracoke Inlet’s longitude. I had it as 76 10 West, when it is really 76 01 West. It made a big difference in the calculations. The major and minor periods actually start an hour earlier than what the program had originally calculated. I’ve updated the tables I put up for download.
On the positive side, major and minor times for Hatteras Inlet and the rest of the island are about the same as the ones for Ocracoke Inlet.
There comes a point in a family’s life when the parents must draw the line on the children bathing together.
I’ve reached that point. I arrived there last night, when we put Scotty M. into his pre-bedtime bath with the Ngnat. As always, my son’s Pavlovian–and immediate–response to the warm water embrace of his lower extremities was to release the yellow hounds of bladder control and pee all over the tub, a look of beatific calm on his face. Ngnat loved it. She always does. It’s the bath time equivalent of a floor show for her. Occasionally she asks for Scotty to join her in her ablutions specifically to watch him irrigate the tiles.
Her fascination with watching her little brother pee is somewhat off-putting, but at least understandable. Children are curious beasts. Worse is her tendency to absentmindedly drink the bathwater afterwards. Scotty does the same, except it isn’t absentminded on his part and there’s nothing I can do to stop him short of taking away the toys–a move that would end in misery, howling and a surrender on my part almost Gallic in its swiftness.
Ngnat I can at least remonstrate with, for all the good it does.
“Don’t drink your bath water!” I told her last night. “There’s pee-pee in that water. Do you like drinking pee water?”
She looked at me, considering.
“Yes.”
She is one with the Ollie. Not much I can do then, save declaring a provisional and largely unenforceble end to co-ed bathing in the Hraka household for those below a certain age.
In answer to the obvious question, no, there is no ban on co-ed bathing for the older members of House Hraka, but given the presence of the younger members of House Hraka, there might as well be.
Oompa loompa doompadee doo
I’ve got a potent bronzer for you
Oompa loompa, doompadah dee
Use it wisely or end up like me.
Update: Damned if it’s not already been done.
Done way earlier, as it turns out.
After “a holistic review of the circumstances,” which I assume means “we didn’t realize how much bad publicity this would generate,” Paypal has backed off of its threat to yank the Daily Pundit’s account for supposed violations of the company’s acceptable use principle.
It’s not Dan Rather’s head with some nice biscuits and a cucumber sandwich or two on a silver tea tray, but it’ll do.
A note to prospective Carnival hosts.
Instapundit has linked to 14 of the last 15 Carnivals.
Not that traffic generated by the Carnival should be of any concern when volunteering.
Nudge, nudge, wink wink.
Soon the day will come when everyone is shod in shad.
Scientists are warning that Mount Saint Helens might be about to erupt again. This time, you can watch it live.
Water temps off Hatteras and Ocracoke look promising.
