This is the first post that I ever did. In it I explain my original intentions for this blog. You can see how much it has changed. However with my new blog background, I was reminded to honor the greatest that is Power Girl.

Also give me some feedback if this new background makes it hard to read. I can read it okay, but that doesn't mean everyone else can.

Thanks guys and gals.

Thursday December 8, 2005

Power Girl


I was using the wonderment that is Google Image Search the other day, looking for pictures for my desktop. I came across a blog that had a picture I was looking for. I thought what the hell's a blog? Well on this particular blog daveslongbox.blogspot.com he wrote a post about Power Girl. Power Girl of the DC Universe. JSA. A chick in a comic book. (That should bring everyone up to speed.)

Power Girl is widely known to comic book readers for a reason. There is something she has that no other heroine does. For those that don't have a damn clue what I'm taking about, well here you are . . .



Do you see what I'm talking about? If you said her awesome hairdo then your either a woman or you have a hair fetish. Now there is a point to all this. The post he wrote concerned the well drawn (and well endowed) Power Girl. How throughout her history in DC Comics that one thing has remained the same, no matter the writer or artist. Again there is a point to this . . . there is something for everyone on the internet and what one person (me) may find interesting, someone else (maybe you) wouldn't. So because of that I decided to do a blog of my own. Maybe my off-colored jokes and ranting of comic books and beer might just be interesting to someone else besides me.

So if this first post is uninteresting, then my whole blog probably will be too. (Although I have been know to rant on goverment and religon once and awhile too.) But then I'm suppose to be trying to get people to read this not pushing them away. But I also like to be honest and straigh forward. I don't want someone to read this and think that there going to something out of it that aint there.

But comics (despite the prejudice) are not all about Power Girl's breast or Wonder Woman's tight buns. Some deal with real issues and problems that face the world. And more often than not comics actually refect the world itself.

During WWII, the Invaders (Cap. America, Human Torch & Namor) fought the Natzis. In the 60's Speedy (ward of Green Arrow) got addicted to heroine. And in an even more recent comic (last year) they dealt with gay bashing. A real well written storyline by Judd Winick. It concerned Kyle Rayner's (Green Lantern) assistant working in Kyle's art studio, who was a homosexual. To make the point, while out with his partner, he was severly beaten by a group of men. Beaten because he was kissing another man. Now granted that's not one of my favorite images. I'm more on the side of seeing something like Gillian Anderson and Julianne Moore kissing (which Image comics did with Rainmaker and Fairchich, I think, in Gen13.) But everyone has rights and freedoms in this country even if you don't agree with it. And how often times people forget that.

And as I wrote earlier that I do rant on about religon and this is a for instance. I read on MSN, about the Christmas cards the president sent out this year, and how some people felt about it. And in making this next statment, I am NOT supporting or downing any particular religon. But some Christan religons were upset with the president because he wrote "Seasons Greeting" (or something of the generic term) instead of "Merry Christmas" or something to that effect. And to me that was just ignorant. Christianity is not the only religon being practiced in this country. And the president recognizing that and not tagging a particular religous celebration to his cards was comendable, at least in my opinion.

But nooooooo . . . someone always has to be offended. Someone always has to feel burned. And you know, I don't really care. I prefer to think of this country as for everyone, not just one class, race, or religon. But now I'm ranting and rambling and should stop.

But there is one last thing to say . . . THWIIPP!!!

If you don't know what that means, shame on you!



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There are many different types of drivers. Most of them are irritating. Most of them are ignorant. Most of them got driver's licences, somehow.

Well I thought that I would lay them out for you, as well as the "names" that I curse out of the window at them as they do the things that they do.

1) Captain Stopline -- Captain Stopline has the mutant power of being able to stick his damn nose half way into the intersection, totally ignoring the large white, fluorescent stopline that is painted on the pavement in order for drivers to know where to stop when the light is red.

2) Gunner -- Gunner is one of those people that uses his acceleration pedal with the power of the Hulk's atomic stomp to travel fifty feet and then stomp on the breaks to stop.

3) Lady Gas -- Somewhat like the Gunner, Lady Gas (whose secret identities are usually soccer moms, in SUV's) is unable to release pressure from the accelerator in order to slow down. No, no, Lady Gas, must stomp the break, but then when traffic picks back up, down with the accelerator.

4) Signalman (Lady Signal) -- Total lack of any ability to reach over and either lower or raise the signal lever.

5) Jack of Rights -- This person cannot make a right turn without coming to a complete stop, maybe even put it in park, before continuing to complete the turn.

6) Captain Cellphone (Lady Cellphone) -- Well do I even need to explain this one. I think we have all ran into one of these.

7) Multi-Task Man (Multi-Task Woman) -- Have you ever seen someone doing more things than they have hands for? And yet they still need to keep one on the wheel.

8) Parking Commando -- There are two yellow lines. Get your damn car between them!

9) Good to Go Man -- Taco Bell's nachos are not good to go! A chef's salad is not good to go! A steak is not good to go! If you need to eat on the run, while driving use some damn common sense, and eat something that you don't need to use utensils with.

10) PALM Man -- Very similar to Cellphone Man, just more snotty and uncaring as to what he hits so as to advance his portfolio.

Well there you have it. Ten reasons why I stay home on the weekends and buy my comics and video games online. Unfortunately I do have to get out to go to work and get alcohol.

Take care all!

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"Yeah like is Homer really that fat, lazy and bald?"

I thought that I would share with you some of the wonders of a job in the oil industry. There are not many wonders. It's complicated but simple. The idea of drilling a hole into the earth to find oil and natural gas is pretty basic. The construction of a rig and the ideas employed to make it work, are pretty basic too. Like any working machine, things change over time, to improve the preformace of such machines. Also, the saftey of the workers involved to make this process work, helps change ideas and parts.



Okay I have nothing against drilling for oil and natural gas, it is the people that are employed to do it, that is getting scary. I will give you a for instance . . .

Somone wanted me to bring an 1 7/8" Mission Magnum Centrifical Pump out to their rig.

Now I know that don't mean shit to most people. But let me say it this way . . . What if I went to a Ford dealership and asked them for a Ford Corvette? That help?

The industry is getting so busy, with the demand for oil and natural gas, higher than in recent years, the demand on the drilling companies to get more and more drilling rigs out and into the field. But you need people to run the machinary on these rigs. You need EXPERIENCED people to run the machinary on these rigs. But the demand for drilling is so high, and the supply of experienced people is lower, compaines standards start to drop. And the sad thing is that the only thing this does, is present more opportunites for accidents.



So for those of us here on this end of the industry, it causes a lot of headaches because these guys can't tell you what pump that are using. The mud pump (what we make parts for) is what pumps the mud up into the hole. This mud is pumped down the hole and suctioned back up, carrying with it, the shavings from the drill bit, drilling. It then goes to a shale shaker, and a desander, and into the mud pit, and yada yada yada, yall have already skipped ahead to look at the next picture . . .



It would be like me doing anything on my car besides changing the oil. I don't know what the hell I am doing, so I have no buisness with my head under the hood.

But the demand will continue to grow. As this country attempts to get a tyrannical grip on every drop of oil in this country, we will stockpile what we have here, and continue to buy overseas, and pass the "savings" on to the consumer. By gaining access to all the fossil fuel in this world, the present "mad scientist" thinks that he will then be the next Dr. Evil (with about the same amount of competence too).

So this is what I do everyday. I explain to people that are making twice the amount of money that I make a year, how to do their jobs. Ironic isn't it? Nah, more like . . . aint that a bitch?

May U Live To See The Dawn

"Puny human!"

It's early in the morning and I'm not all that up to putting up a detailed post, so here it is. I'll do something later on.

This is too funny. Especially if you life Family Guy.

 

I had a bad bad day yesterday at work. Before I tell you the story I have to let you in on the object involved in it.

A degasser is a device that removes air or gases (methane, H2S, CO2 and others) from drilling liquids. If the gas content in the mud is high, a mud gas separator or "poor boy degasser" is used, because it has a higher capacity than standard degassers and routes the evolved gases away from the rig to a flaring area complete with an ignition source.

The drillco style degassers that we manufacture, are somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 feet long and about 6 feet high. There is a shaft at the far end of the degasser for hookup. The opposite end has a "bowl" about 5 feet in diameter. This is where the burned-off gas is flared out of. A motor and starter box must be mounted the bottom of the degasser to run it. When the degasser is placed on location, it is set vertically. But to mount the motor the degasser must be placed upside down (upside down, as in comparison to the right side up, the position that they are transported in). In the upside down position the degasser is very unstable, and the motor and starter box make it top heavy.

Now the story . . .

I was loading the degasser onto a trailer for transportation. We were going to load in on the trailer, and then (because of the motor and the unstable position) we were going to try and lay it on it's side, where it would be more stable.

I set the degasser on the trailer, as always the bowl hits the surface first. The "body" of the degasser is only a "U" piping that comes from and back to the bowl of the degasser. Because the bowl's diameter is bigger than the body, it hits the surface of the trailer first. (And because I had my head up my ass) I didn't have a safety strap secured to the degasser and back to the forklift. Well as I eased the body of the degasser down, it started to swing off the forks because of the bowl.

Once the body started to swing, there wasn't anything stopping it. Dewey and Andrew were on the trailer, ready to help position it once we got there. Well the tubing of the degasser as it swung, was going right towards him. Once it got the momentum, the whole damned thing tipped over.

Dewey got his legs pinned between the degasser and the rails of the trailer. However, we had the trailer in the bay door, right next to a pallet shelving, and his shoulders were supported by that shelf. Had that shelf not been there, he would have bent over backwards with his legs pinned in the trailer.

Dewey was lucky, that besides me and Andrew there was one other person there. But I didn't think before I acted. My first instinct was to get over there and try to lift the degasser off of Dewey so that he could get his legs out, knowing damn well that I couldn't lift it. However Andrew and I, tried our damnedest, while we screamed for help. Finally someone came out and the three of us were able to lift it enough for Dewey to get his legs out from under it.

The aftermath . . .

Much to my surprise, I still have a job. That was a very very stupid mistake on my part, not to hook a safety line to it.

Dewey made it out with bruises and small cuts, and a stress fracture on his femur or hip. The x-rays couldn't tell, so he was going to get a MRI yesterday evening. But I haven't talked to him, to find out. Thankfully there was not internal bleeding or organ damage.

Andrew made it off the trailer, but somehow was pierced in his shin by something that punctured all the way to the bone. He got stitches and was okay, relatively anyway.

And myself. Well I was just sore all over, trying to lift that degasser off of Dewey before we got a third person to come help us. I may have a torn or pulled muscle in my right arm, but I haven't went to the doctor yet to see. I'll wait it out, it doesn't hurt too bad. I feel more stupid and careless for almost being responsible for what could have killed someone, if things had been different.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn