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This is the blog of a one Ben Wilson, a Louisville, Kentucky native who enjoys baseball, beer, music, bikes, things that fly and good food. By day he pushes pixels and makes the Internet happen for a local advertising agency. His wife, Kelly is an Ironman, and his baby Amelia is the cutest thing ever. |
thanks to memepool, i stumbled upon The Big Cartoon Database, which is something of an IMDB for ‘toons.
Anyway, years ago I remember watching The Wabbit Who Came to Supper on a cheap VHS tape full of cartoons — and I SWEAR i saw Bugs Bunny’s lower regions as he steps out of the shower! However, this FAQ says otherwise.
Mark my word, I shall find this out!
The staggering amount of protest at Boyd County High School against the formation of a Gay-Straight Alliance only underlines how truly backward some parts of Kentucky are compared to the rest of the United States.
Well, for the kids at Boyd County High School causing all the trouble — I give you a hearty “two punk rocks and a HELL YEAH!”
Check out the KY Chapter of the ACLU for more information on this case.
so i was searching google to find an electrician here in louisville and i stumbled upon a quick guide to anarchy and anarchists in Louisville, Kentucky. when they speak of “the United States’ largest inland shipyard”, they mean Jeffboat (hey! Corvus designed that site). In any case, i found it interesting that such anarchist movements still existed.
It would seem that this group of “anarchists” are actually a group of Industrial Workers of the World members. The IWW seems to be pretty radical in its ideals — “the abolition of the wage system” is their motto, though something tells me that most of the folks who belong to the IWW are OK with the more conservative “A fair day’s wage for a fair day’s work,” until they are on strike, anyway.
While some folks, especially in management would like to see groups like the IWW disappear, I still hold that radical elements keeps idealism fresh.
Oh yeah, I still need an electrician…
so, i took a full dose of what i thought was DayQuil last night. Kelly handed me the 2 green caplets (that should have been the tip-off that it was in fact the “real deal”), and I swallowed them, hoping the pseudophedrine would dilate my bronchi, as I was experiencing some rather odd asthma-like symptoms.
Long story short, i downed the caplets, kissed Kelly good night, and did a couple of computer-related errands, and went to sleep. When I rose this morning, I felt a little flu-like, sorta weak, disconnected feeling. I got to work, still feeling that way, and then Kelly called to ask if I was feeling better. “Sure, I feel better, but I feel a little weak, like I have to flu.” “Well, the half-dose I took just wore off an hour ago,” says Kelly. “What? Did you give me a full dose of NyQuil?” I inquired. “Well, it was NIGHT, after all,” she responded.
Well, point being, i took the mickey last night at about 11:00 PM or so, and here it is, a full 12 hours later, and I feel like I’m about 2 pints to the wind. I’m breathing like never before, though !