Eight Years

Eight years ago yesterday, Beth, after deciding over hot and sour soup and Hunan beef at the Emporer of China that I wasn't quite so bad and "sure, she'd marry me," actually followed through and married me. This in spite of the fact that it's me that she was gonna marry.

Karmically, I'm not sure how I ended up married to such an incredible woman. I absolutely should be on the shit side of the karmic scale, but somehow, Beth has been a part of my life for nine or ten years with eight of those years married.


Happy Anniversary to Pugs and Beth!

Eight years? Heck, you're just getting started!

[Note: This last sentence appears because the blog gods are telling me this entry has to be at least 25 words.]

The wage—and revenue--of sin (taxes)

I could title this “From the folks who brought you alcohol prohibition….” That is, your guvvmint.

Friday’s (Sept. 7) Wall Street Journal had an interesting editorial regarding municipal and state taxes on cigarettes. Those that have them already, and base their budgets partly on that revenue, are seeing income that falls short of the budget projections. People aren’t polluting their lungs enough, and thus whatever programs for which the government uses the money go underfunded.

UFC 75 - A Scoring Travesty, But Not A "Fix"

Saturday night's UFC event, UFC 75 - Champion vs. Champion, was a mixed bag of really good fights, a disappointment, and an exercise in horribly botched scoring.

The event entire event was overshadowed by the split decision in favor of Michael "The Count" Bisping. To call it a contraversial decision is akin to calling Katrina a Summer shower.

Matt "The Hammer" Hamill's vastly improved stand-up striking and constant, aggressive forward movement completely neutralized Bisping's supposed striking advantage. In the clinch, Hamill showed himself to be the stronger, more dominant grappler and established his dirty-boxing as the decided edge in close (you gotta love the schoolyard style front headlock and uppercuts!).

Motorcycle Hand Signs - Not To Be Confused With Waving

The following is a list of handsigns that motorcyclists use to communicate with each other while riding, especially in larger groups. In large groups, the leader will give a hand sign and everyone repeats it to make sure that everyone sees it as the person riding drag may not be able to see the leader.

Start Engines - left hand in the air with the index finger waved in a circle.

The "Biker Wave" or "Biker Salute"

On the SabMag e-mail list that I belong to, a newer member and beginning rider asked a question about the "biker salute" or "biker wave," and why bikers do it, and why do some not return the wave, and what's the proper way to do it, etc... Personally, I'm wave happy. If I spot another bike and it's safe to do so, I wave; I nod if it isn't safe to wave.

Why Wave?

Mastering Turning and Curves on a Motorcycle

While Googling an unrelated motorcycle topic (the biker "wave"), I stumbled across, an excellent site geared towards female bikers. I remembered coming across this site a year or so ago when Beth and I sort of half-seriously thought about maybe getting her a bike. The problem is, of course, that Beth being short means that most bikes are too tall for her. At the time I had been Googling information on motorcycle seat height, looking for one that would be low enough for Beth to flatfoot, or at the very least reach the ground, while sitting on it. has articles with advice and recommendations for short riders.

A Day At The Range

Tomorrow, Beth, Anina, and I are going to the New Berlin Police Department Shooting Range with an online shooting buddy of mine who is a firearms instructor and New Berlin Police Officer. For Beth it will be her third time shooting a handgun. For Anina it will be her first. For me, it'll be the blah-blah-blahth time, but the first with an actual instructor.

I've owned a handgun since I bought my first one out of the trunk of a car behind the pizzeria where I worked from a friend or relative of one of the cooks. That piece of crap fake, Beretta knock-off is long since gone and has been replaced twice. I now have a perfectly legal Springfield XD. In the nearly two decades of gun ownership, my handgun marksmanship skills are entirely self-taught. I'm excited to finally spend a little time with a qualified instructor.

The word is not the thing?

A follow up to my “Bueller?” post:

Last night six of the Democratic presidential candidates participated in a forum hosted by the glbt advocacy group The Human Rights Campaign (HRC) and each had 15 minutes to field questions on issues important to the glbt community. Obama was up first, and the very first question was the one I posed in my post: Why should the church have any say in what constitutes legal marriage?

Thank You!

Beth and I wanted to say thank you to everyone for their outpouring of support. The phone calls, the e-mails, the personal visits, the hugs... they all mean so much to us.

We especially would like to thank our friends who stopped by last night to bring us food, eat with us, and keep us company.

And to whoever dropped off the anonymous gift card to Pick 'n' Save to help replace the groceries that we lost in the accident, a very special thank you!

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