It is so funny how some things just come around. We were up in Alpena and we talked about the difference between being inspectors and observers and I said since we were observers we needed to have JAFO hats, referencing, of course, the great movie Blue Thunder. Well, of course the younger guys were like, huh? What’s Blue Thunder and what’s a JAFO hat and I think me and one other guy were the only ones who actually remembered …Anyway, I get up this morning (Saturday) turned on the TV and what do I catch from the very beginning? Blue Thunder. And if you are reading this and have no idea what the hell I’m talking about, find the 1983 movie and watch it for yourself. Especially if you want to figure out what JAFO means. Okay, maybe if you ask nicely … somewhere in this issue I’ll tell you what JAFO stands for on Daniel Stern’s hat, if you haven’t figured it out for yourself.
The movie was definitely ahead of it’s time. Extrapolating technology that the military was experimenting with at the time.
Anyway, enough about the serendipitous watching of an old movie we were talking about a couple of weeks ago. I just thought it was cool.
Now, let’s see if we can help you get through this Monday without too much horrible go on! Shall we? So, without further ado …
Got another e-mail from out buddy Tom J. in Oregon. You know, where you can’t gather for Thanksgiving but you can buy cocaine. Here’s what he had to say:
Hello Impish, I first want to say that I hope you and your family had a very happy Thanksgiving and somehow, I’m sure that you did. Our family had a very nice day in spite of the governor’s orders to cancel our plans. This morning I learned that I was not the only Oregonian to tell the governor where she can stuff her turkey. More than 250 people from all over Oregon showed up and had a pot-luck style turkey dinner on the lawn in front of the capital building in Salem. Everyone was welcome, including homeless people who all defied the governors orders. No police showed up to stop the celebration.The cold rain didn’t stop it either!
Some may call it a defiance of the law. I call it justice and knowing the difference between right and wrong.
I think the brave pioneer who stands on top of our capital building would be proud of us all for standing up against these power drunk liberals!
Tom in Oregon
I think so, too Tom. Thanks for sharing brother.
Bozo criminal for today comes from Denver, Colorado where bozo Mark Haley served on a grand jury which handed down secret indictments against a major drug dealer. Our bozo then got the bright idea of going to the drug dealer and offering to sell him information on the case for $50,000. Guess he must not have been paying very close attention to all of the grand jury proceedings. If he had been, our bozo would have known that an FBI agent had testified that the drug dealer’s house was bugged. He was arrested.
“You’re still a rock star” I whisper to myself as I take my multivitamin and climb in bed at 9:45.
I wonder how many times we tell ghost stories and the ghosts around us are like, I never said that shit. He’s not even telling it right!
Took this picture of us on the beach a couple of years ago.
Give up carbs?
Over my bread body!
I heard that internet addiction is now an official mental disorder and you can go to rehab for it. I’m only going if there is Wi-Fi.
He’s pissed off because his credit card wouldn’t clear and she said that he had to go.
When I finish eating something I have to show my hands to the dog like I’m a blackjack dealer…
They say that sex is the best form of exercise. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but 2 minutes and 15 seconds once every 3 months ain’t going to shift a beer belly.
I will be posting telepathically today. So if you think of something funny, that was me.
That is just so wrong!!!!
No kidding…every single time it goes off.
Is it wrong to drop drunks off at houses that aren’t theirs?
I tried to re-marry my ex-wife. But, she figured out I was only after my money.
Let’s do some mail … mostly because I’m not ready to end this issue yet. LOL!
I am nominating Mr Blue Sky to be our celebratory song when covid is gone! Thanks for the mention, I hadn’t heard it or thought of it for so long. I too, am a music fanatic. I swear I could teach some world, definitely US history, just have students come to class and listen to songs.
Like you, I read 350, and thought, no, 325! Don and I were sad the days of 30+ family members would come here for Thanksgiving, were gone. Then we made a great giant leap forward when we discovered our 10 pound turkey (just him and I), was so tender, compared to the 30 pound we used to cook. Like I always say . . There is good in everything!
Thanks Leah. Yeah, back then music was really music! Although there is some good music today, it’s not like it was back then when it seemed like every single song was worth listening to.
We cooked a 22 1/2 lb. Kroger brand (store brand for those of you who don’t have Kroger by you). It was originally almost $40 for the bird, but because it was on sale for 33¢ a pound it only cost us about $7.50. I was worried because, you know, what are you going to get for a $7.50 turkey, but it was one of the very best turkeys we’ve ever had. Tender and juicy. It practically fell off the bone. The only problem … the leftovers are now gone (It’s Sunday) I think there is a little stuffing left and some cranberry sauce.
I know what you mean about the price of books. I still purchase a few every year. Stan and I go walking next to a free library a couple of times a week and I exchange many books there.
I’m always impressed when I see the little kiosks with the free books. Drop one off and take one. Always in out of the way places that individuals take care of. It is a wonderful thing, for the love of reading. It is almost a burden to read as quickly and voraciously as I do. .. to have evolved beyond the printed word (that sounds so pretentious) I remember when I came back from Germany, I had been single, pretty much living in the dorms (I lived off base for a while, but maintained a room in the dorms … long story) there was no real TV to speak of and before the age of digital reading, one of my room mates at the time, Smitty, read about as much as I did, and we would go to the local Stars and Stripes on base to buy books. When I shipped back to the states, almost my entire household goods shipment, my entire 650 lb. allotment was paperbacks. My next assignment was in New Mexico where I was a newly married and very poor young NCO, so I would bring boxes of paperbacks to the used book store in town. I had so much credit there that I don’t think I ever bought a book the entire four years I was stationed there and probably left with several hundred dollars worth of credit on the books.
Now I remember why I like Thanksgiving . . . because I don’t have to cook again for almost a week!
Well, we didn’t make it a week. But, it sure was a good run!
And on that very important public service announcement, we’re going to call this an issue! May your Monday be filled with happiness and …. ah, who the hell am I kidding. I just hope you guys survived. Oh! By the by … did you figure out what JAFO stood for? Did you Google it? (Yes, that was Google used as a verb) Did you cheat? Did you pause in reading Dragon Laffs, rent the movie and watch it to the point where, in a tear inducing moment, Officer Frank Murphy is listening to the recording of Officer Richard Lymangood tell him that he figured out that JAFO stood for … are you ready for it … “Just Another Fucking Observer”.
So, now it all comes full circle. You understand now why I thought we should have JAFO hats while we were up in Alpena if all they were going to use us for was Observers. How funny that was and how serendipitous it was that just a few days later the exact movie from whence the quote came from comes on TV for me to watch, from the beginning.
And that rounds out this issue.
Love and happiness and peace on earth, good will toward men (and women) to you all.
Sorry, he better tell the insurance company right . . . it was Wile E Coyote who dropped the piano.
I was ten, in the 6th grade, when our teacher asked if anyone had a ballpoint pen. I had one, but didn’t raise my hand because the term ballpoint was new to me.