Florida Guns 1.1

From The Saint Petersburg Times

“BROOKSVILLE — Katherine Lynn Bryan
grew up in New Port Richey, the youngest
in a tight-knit group of four siblings. She
recently got married and became
Katherine Hoover. At the age of 25, she
was five months pregnant. The new baby
was going to be her second son.

Instead, a tragic gun accident at a friend’s
house left the young mother and her
unborn child dead Sunday

She was shot in the head Saturday evening while being shown a gun at a friend’s house in Brooksville, authorities said.

She and her husband, Carson Hoover, had gone to visit friends at 20079 Suncrest Drive in northwest Brooksville, just outside the city limits.

Sometime around 6:45 p.m. inside the house, William DeHayes was showing the Hoovers some of his guns, including a .22-caliber revolver. The gun accidentally fired and shot Katherine Hoover in the head, according to the Hernando County Sheriff’s Office.

Hoover was rushed to Bayfront Health Brooksville and then airlifted to Regional Medical Center Bayonet Point.

Her unborn child could not be saved. Shortly before 8 p.m. Saturday, physicians removed the 5-month-old fetus from his dying mother in a last-ditch attempt to save him. But he was pronounced dead just after 8:30 p.m.”


This shit happens all the time.

The Silence Of The Ducklings


On a bench under a large banyan tree; waiting for the library to open. Next to a woman on a mild rant about lesbians intruding into her eyeballs – or something of the sort. Just then – a motion catches my eye. Hungry ducklings and a mother – coming straight at me. Fast. OK, the mother not so fast. But those kids. Fast. Definitely. The woman stops talking.



A group of ducks can be called a brace, a flock (in flight), a raft (when on water), a team, a paddling (again on the water), a badling, bunch or (my favorite) a badelynge. (I looked it up.)

However, when it’s a family of ducklings watched over by a mother, it’s a brood – apparently. Not that I would know this. The Internet, you know. Eighteen plus the mom. Quite a brood; perhaps the biggest I’ve seen.

At my feet, they soon realize I have no food. Still, some pick at my shoes . . . my stockings. Something bumps my feet with the smallest bumps, ever. Pulls my shoelaces. Confused – me and them.


Soon they’ve had enough of this big-formed being with shoes and no food. Blending well, gathering, they sit, relax, nuzzle. Sleep. On the ground next to the tree. Perhaps their library books are due as well.



The mother perches on a post, preens, or cleans or whatever mother ducks do. Then – she balances on one foot. Stares straight at me. As if to say, “How about that, motherfucker?”


Perhaps she noticed the number of photos I’d snapped – OCD Photography Inc.

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The bell rings. It’s 10 o’clock. Recess ends. With it, my fantasy.

At the other end of the bench, the woman remains quiet.

Silenced by the ducklings.


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Tin Foil Hats Actually Make it Easier for the Government to Track Your Thoughts

Well, shit.

The Atlantic sussed out the whole thing in 2012. Including how MIT students tested the reflective powers of tin foil hats in 2005. And found them lacking.

On the benefits of aluminum foil hats.

I also invite you to view the book Aluminum Foil Deflector Beanie: Practical Mind Control Protection for Paranoids by Lyle Zapato on Amazon and, notably, the hilarious and somewhat disturbing reviews.


Then there’s this guy:


Kaiser Wilhelm II, the last German Emperor and King of Prussia. Note substantial headgear with reflector shield disguised as an eagle.

I also believe his mustache deflected radio waves aimed at the metal used to fill his cavities which, as we all know, can pick up radio signals
(the fillings; not the cavities). :-)

(The rest of the outfit appearing perfectly normal.)

Of course, KW and his Krew lost that war. And the next one.


From Kaiser Wilhelm to Kaiser Aluminum: For The Truly Paranoid

“Kaiser Aluminum is an American [they mean U.S.] aluminum producer. The company was founded in 1946 by American [they mean U.S.] industrialist Henry J. Kaiser. Kaiser entered the aluminum business by leasing, then purchasing, three government-owned aluminum facilities in Washington state.”
– From The Minds At Wikipedia [italics are mine]

Government-owned? Seriously? Ha ha ha. And yes, I’m kidding. Mostly.

Beware The Train-Track People

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I had not read one word and I loved this book. Just from the inside flaps.

I almost never read the blurbs on the back. And I often skip the inside flaps, too – except the part about the author. They give too much information – like movie reviews.

I did this time.

And it’s big.




Then I read the intro or dedication:


For you the dreamers

Overlooked at school

Never won prizes

You who will own tomorrow.


but . . .


what’s really bugging is this; the last page; after all was said and done . . .

or so it seemed




. . . just another tin-foil-hat day . . .

Four Weeks And One Day

Four weeks and one day ago. The doctor called to tell me I do not have lung cancer. Those two weeks – from X-ray to CT scan to positive results – maybe the second-longest fortnight of my life. Topped only by the two weeks following my mom’s death – February, 2005. And then the entire rest of that year, of course – another 10 months or so – a blur of emotion, me eating Ramen noodles every night, trying to get through an audio recording of “The Da Vinci Code.” Trying something, anything, to send my mind elsewhere. While being executor of her estate. That whole thing.

When I realized today my doctor called with the good news just four weeks ago – another time warp. Because that was a year ago in June, right? Not last month. I checked my calendar – twice. Just to be certain. It was June, 2014.

Just wanted to make a note. Because, it still seems a bit . . . weird.

And, you know, I cannot get WordPress to format this correctly. But, right now, I don’t care.

OK, there, I finally got it right. And I still do not care.