Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
What did I say last weekend?
I started noticing this a few years ago. The oldest living guy, lady, person in the world at any given time…said something about a daily ritual involving exactly one glass of red wine. And it made a deep impression on me that the news stories weren’t trying to play it up, they just saw it as a cute little tidbit of human interest to toss into the story.
The occasion was a clipboard white-coat pocket-protector propeller-beanie egghead story about how alcohol might very well be good for you especially if you want to live longer.
And what do they have to say about Pearl Harbor veteran John Persinger?
“I don’t know how I did it,” he says. “Good living, I guess. A lot of good food. Steaks, fried potatoes. I sip a little Royal Crown now and then.” Don’t get the wrong idea. He means Crown Royal.
Alcohol may be good for you after all. A little here, a little there…maybe you get to live to be a hundred. That’s what the “it” is. He’s in triple-digits now.
And if you’re lucky, you get to celebrate it. At Hooter’s, of course.
At the beginning of the story, it says that although John’s wife, Vi, has predeceased him, if she were around today she wouldn’t have a problem with celebrating at this fine eating establishment. And you know my theory? That’s got as much to do with his longevity as anything — including the whiskey. Marry a woman who “takes care” of you, stopping you from doing anything she doesn’t think should be respectable, even though you damn well know you’d rather be doing it…you can feel the years slipping off your life. Anyway. Maybe that’s part of it and maybe it isn’t, but I’m glad John Persinger’s around. It gives you cause for hope when you see men doing things they enjoy — takin’ a break from the rules-rules-rules, finger-waggling no-guns-allowed save-the-spotted-owls politically-correct nanny-state.
Yay Hooters!
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Well that’s good news — ’cause that means I’m going to live a long, long time! 😉
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- philmon | 03/15/2008 @ 12:06