Showing posts with label bubbas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bubbas. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Yeah, I seen this little feller......
Why is it that good 'ol boys are the ones the news media always approach first when they want an eye-witness account of a disaster? Most haven't shaved in months, they're wearing ripped shirts with holes them, and they rarely have time to put their teeth in, things apparently happening so fast.
"Uh, yeah, well, I seen this little feller just floatin' down the street, holding on to his beer cooler for dear life, chasin' his house as it floated away. He was yellin', 'Mavis, you and little Elvis get up on the roof and keep a look out for gubment helicopters.'"
"Ever thang worked out OK as he saved his beer and his house got jambed under a bridge about a half mile down the road. I think it was Old Milwaukee. The beer, I mean."
Not long after K and I met we were talking and she asked, "Have you ever been on TV?" I was at first a bit taken back as I'm well groomed, my shirts are in excellent condition, and I have all my own teeth.
"Sure, lots of times. Why? Did something blow up? Are we going to be on TV? What did I miss?"
"No, just curious. When were you on TV last?"
"About 3 years ago. There's a real estate show that nobody watches on Sunday mornings and I was featured. The camera crew took shots of the neighborhood, the interior of one of our homes, then we (the drop-dead gorgeous TV lady and I) sat out in the back yard and talked, with the golf course and little lake in the background."
To me the obvious follow-up question should have been "how did you do" or "were you nervous" or maybe "did people stop you on the street later and say they saw you on TV?" (good, no, and no)
Nope, not K. Her only question was, "What did you wear?"
What did I wear? Huh?
I don't remember what I wore 3 days ago, much less 3 years ago. All I'm sure of is I wasn't buck naked. Beyond that I have no clue.
Chalk it up to one more of those differences between men and women. ;)
S
Monday, February 20, 2012
Strange....or spot on?
Over the weekend I stumbled on to a new series on the National Geographic Channel called Doomsday Preppers. It's about people who think their world is about to collapse and are putting away food and water and ammo in preparation. (Not to be confused with Mormons, who have long advocated keeping a years supply of food on hand at all times.) It's really both part sad and part funny to watch. Most are just a bunch of bubbas who live in "compounds" out in the sticks with buildings bulging with thousands of cases of canned goods, barrels full of potable water, and LOTS of guns.
And what they're afraid of is almost comical. For instance, one guy thinks the north and south poles will switch places, royally screwing things up on earth. Another is afraid solar flares will fry everything electronic on earth, leaving those unprepared cold and hungry, with no trucks to deliver food to the stores, no cars to get to work, and for that matter no workplaces to go to. Possible? Sure, but I think I'll take my chances. They have remote food caches, "bug-out" routes, and back-up defense measures (bows and arrows) in case they run out of ammo.
One guy, however, seemed like he wasn't a bubba, and in fact seemed quite normal. His fear? We're headed towards a world-wide economic collapse. Seeing as how we came a lot closer than most of us realize back in 2008, and in fact Europe is still on the edge right now, his concerns aren't as far fetched.
I'm still not ready to run out and buy 50,000 cans of beans and a years supply of freeze-dried chili, however. For one thing I don't have a place to store it all, and certainly no place to stock the thousands of rolls of toilet paper such a diet would necessitate. I do have three boxes of microwave popcorn in the pantry, though. I wonder if I could use that to barter for some Snickers bars and maybe a Coke? If so, then I'm good.
One guy, however, seemed like he wasn't a bubba, and in fact seemed quite normal. His fear? We're headed towards a world-wide economic collapse. Seeing as how we came a lot closer than most of us realize back in 2008, and in fact Europe is still on the edge right now, his concerns aren't as far fetched.
I'm still not ready to run out and buy 50,000 cans of beans and a years supply of freeze-dried chili, however. For one thing I don't have a place to store it all, and certainly no place to stock the thousands of rolls of toilet paper such a diet would necessitate. I do have three boxes of microwave popcorn in the pantry, though. I wonder if I could use that to barter for some Snickers bars and maybe a Coke? If so, then I'm good.
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And to turn the topic around 180 degrees, according to the NYT, the Urban Man lives! Their headline reads, "Men Step Out of the Recession, Bag on Hip, Bracelet on Wrist". They go on to say "men are buying so many accessories that some forecasters predict sales growth....this year will set a 20-year high." To appeal to men they're not calling bracelets "bracelets", but "wristwear". And it's not a purse or a "murse" (Man pURSE....get it?), but a "holdall".
"Bracelets (I thought we just decided to call it "wristwear"?) are on fire right now", said Tim Bess, a trend forecaster. "I'd say it's the No. 1 look for the young man."
"Young man"? I must admit I've worn one for years. I knew if I wore it long enough the trend would come around and I'd be considered fashionable. 'Bout damn time! :)
S
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