Author name: hubs

Yeah, I got a new tune in composition entitled “The Thrill.”
And it goes somethin’ like this:
“I stand on the hill, not for a thrill,
but for the breath of a fresh kill.
Never mind the man who contemplates
doin’ away with license plates.
He stands alone, anyhow,
bakin’ the cookies of discontent
by the heat of the laundromat vent.
Leavin’ his soul!”
Then like in poetry I go dot-dot-dot,
you know, kinda off center,
then I drop down and then I go:
“Leavin’ his soul!
And partin’ the waters
of the medulla oblongata of
brrrrrr! — mankind!”

That was a damn good song, wasn’t it Doyle?

Corn Maze, Denver Botanic Gardens at Chatfield, Littleton

This weekend I met my pops and everyone for an afternoon down at the Denver Botanic Gardens Corn Maze. I’ve been wanting to do one of these for a few years now but never made the time or was derailed from my mission by other means (particularly lack of planning). At first the maze seemed as if it was going to be pretty easy. However, it ended up being a lot more difficult than I planned. And it seemed that about 3/4ths of the way through it there was some deesention among the ranks and we were all going to give up. Pops stepped up to the plate and led us out.

Stats (provided by pedometer)
Time spent in maze: 91 minutes
Steps taken in maze: 4,072
Miles walked: 1.6
Frustration level: 7.3 (impacted by hunger, hangover, and bad jokes)

A couple of weeks ago I uploaded our good friend Dick Simmons to give everyone who entered Hubsville a big hand for just showing up. Gideon complained about this, she doesn’t like big hands, particularly Richards. Sooooooo, I decided to change it up to Good Ole Gump. Why? My good nature readers may ask. Because 15 Dr. Peppers is the perfect cure for a hangover, the flu, and tuberculosis, or whatever else may ail ya. Do-doop-de-doop bop!
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A foodie highlight of the past couple of days (not including the coconut shrimp catered at the couples wedding shower on Saturday) was the pork tenderloin with balsamic-cranberry sauce. Utterly delectable-a-licious. G and I had a bunch of people over for dinner and drinks on Sunday and fixed this dish. The recipe can be found at the jump. I highly recommend it. Though a tenderloin that feeds nine isn’t cheap, the pleasure it provides is priceless.
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I’ve been making some changes to this site. I’ve finally switched up to the latest version of MT. I’ve added antispam stuff that hopefully should greatly reduce the amount of spam I’ve been receiving lately. I haven’t had a chance to test the comments so send me an email if you have any problems. In addition, I’ve redesigned the Annex. Although there is no longer the ability to comment on the links, there should bee a lot more links coming through. I’m still not checking my email at work but at least the emails that you send me won’t be getting lost in the sea of spam I was receiving before. Of course that’s no guarantee that I’ll be returning emails, just a guarantee that I’ll be reading them. Probably.

I’ll be making some other changes and hopefully this will lead to more entries here.

I’d hate to run into this guy in a dark alley.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Schemeel, schlemazel, hasenfeffer incorporated.
We’re gonna do it!
Give us any chance, we’ll take it.
Read us any rule, we’ll break it.
We’re gonna make our dreams come true.
Doin’ it our way.

Nothin’s gonna turn us back now,
Straight ahead and on the track now.
We’re gonna make our dreams come true,
Doin’ it our way.

There is nothing we won’t try,
Never heard the word impossible.
This time there’s no stopping us.
We’re gonna do it.

On your mark, get set, and go now,
Got a dream and we just know now,
We’re gonna make that dream come true.
And we’ll do it our way, yes our way.
Make all our dreams come true,
And do it our way, yes our way,
Make all our dreams come true
For me and you.
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I’ve done a weekend by time.
I’ve done the weekend in a 12 step program.
I’ve done my weekend in fragments.
I’ve done my weekend in hi/low-lights.

But today you have the pleasure of viewing my weekend in a word search. Aren’t you lucky? I understand that this hardly passes the muster, it’s probably much closer to passing the mustard, but baby, it’s alls I gots. And to be honest, I think this little break I’ve taken recently has slowed my performance down. Take it or leave it I suppose. So, I guess I’ll quit rambling and go ahead and let you start wasting your time. Don’t fall asleep. Words to look for can be found in the extension. Look out below…

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08.59:30 PSA one eighty-two, traffic twelve o’clock, one mile northbound.
08.59:35 We’re looking.
08.59:30 PSA one eighty-two, additional traffic’s, ah, twelve o’clock, three miles just north of the field northwest bound, a Cessna one seventy-two climbing VFR out of one thousand four hundred.
08:59:50 Okay, we’ve got that other twelve.
08.59:57 Cessna seven seven one one golf, San Diego departure radar contact, maintain VFR conditions at or below three thousand five hundred, fly heading zero seven zero, vector final approach course.
09.00:16 PSA one eighty-two, traffic’s at twelve o’clock, three miles out of one thousand seven hundred.
09.00:21 Got’em.
09.00:22 Traffic in sight.
09.00:23 Okay, sir, maintain visual separation, contact Lindbergh tower one three three point three, have a nice day now.
09.00:28 Okay.
09.00:34 Lindbergh PSA one eighty-two downwind.
09.00:38 PSA one eighty-two, Lindbergh tower, ah, traffic twelve o’clock one mile a Cessna.
09.00:41 Flaps five.
09.00:43 Is that the one we’re looking at.
09.00:43 Yeah, but I don’t see him now.
09.00:44 Okay, we had it there a minute ago.
09.00:47 One eighty-two, roger.
09.00:50 I think he’s passed off to our right.
09.00:51 Yeah.
09.00:52 He was right over here a minute ago.
09.00:53 How far are you going to take your downwind one eighty-two, company traffic is waiting for departure.
09.00:57 Ah probably about three to four miles.
09.00:59 Okay.
09.01:07 PSA one eighty-two, cleared to land.
09.01:08 One eighty-two’s cleared to land.
09.01:11 Are we clear of that Cessna?
09.01:13 Suppose to be.
09.01:14 I guess.
09.01:20 I hope.
09.01:21 Oh yeah, before we turned downwind, I saw him about one o’clock, probably behind us now.
09.01:38 There’s one underneath.
09.01:39 I was looking at that inbound there.
09.01:45 Whoop!
09.01:46 Aghhh!
09.01:47 [Sound of impact]
09.01:48 Oh shit!
09.01:49 Easy baby, easy baby.
09.01:51 [sound of electrical system reactivation tone on CVR, system off less than one second]
09.01:51 What have we got here?
09.01:52 It’s bad.
09.01:53 We’re hit man, we are hit.
09.01:56 Tower, we’re going down, this is PSA.
09.01:57 Okay, we’ll call the equipment for you.
09.01:58 [sound of stall warning]
09.01:58 This is it baby!
09.01:58 Bob [name of F/O]
09.01:58 Brace yourself.
09.01:58 Hey baby…
09.01:58 Mom I love you..
09.02:04 [End of recording]