Richard Dean Anderson
I thought he played this role very well. To me, it was a bad move to change the characters around.
The series is getting a little long in the tooth, though.
Posted on 01/12/2006 8:39:35 AM PST by dhls
Fellow Americans, there comes a time every mans life when we must give up ourselves before we are worthy to recieve. There comes a time in this war on terror when in order to protect liberty, we have to give it up in the mean time for safty. That's right folks. Today, Americans have forsaken the creator for the creation and have decided that they would value our "civil liberties" than protecting western civilization and rich white people from the tender mercies of radical Islamic terrorists. Selfish liberals insist and whine that Bush has no right to spy on Americans and ban certain undesirables from using our airlines. They demand the right to criticize and blaspheeme the name of our supreme commander and cheef George W Bush while forcing multiculturalism down our throats and praising Bill Clinton. We all know however that it's totally Clintons fult for everything bad in america. Now we are at war and we must make a decision. support the safty of America and defeat terrorists, or support civil liberties and give victory to the enemy. Its all because of Bill Clinton and civil liberties that we are in this war so it is only fair that we give it up. no one said life was supposed to be fair you liberal crybabys. Dont give me that rubbish about equality and diversity. WE ARE AT WAR! If your not for Bush and against civil liberties your a terrorist! Your probably even a Communist and should be detained. Therefore fellow Americans we must throw all of our trust and resources behind George W Bush and behind this war with no ifs ands or buts. Be sure to report any and all detractors and freedom supporters to your local military and never question. Bush knows what hes doing and we will win this war once and for all. Thank you and May God bless America.
Like you'd be the only one, Bob :-).
I think we have six seasons on DVD, now. My favorites are Teal'c (sp?) and General Hammond. (Those who have seen my paeans to Dick Cheney will remember that I favor bald men!)
Good morning! I think.
I'm not even sure if I'm here. I may not be, so if you're slow at answering, it's OK.
Unnngh!
I thought he played this role very well. To me, it was a bad move to change the characters around.
The series is getting a little long in the tooth, though.
The right sort of men just get better with age.
Um, okay. I'm working on that ...
Don't depillate your pate on my account ...
Not necessary.
Teenagers ...
I understand. Imagine if you had teenagers AND babies!
The mind reels.
One of my brothers had ten kids...stair steps. He would have kept right on going if his wife would have agreed...
We could still have double-digits ... but right now I'm too tired to think about it!
LOL!
I think that's why my sister-in-law called it quits when she did.
;o]
It turns out that the bat did not fly away to safety.
Last night, while I was out at the Vestry meeting, Hubby was working on his brother's computer. The children were getting ready for bed, or so he thought. That's when he heard strange sounds.
He came out to investigate and realized the strange sounds were actually cries of "Bat! Bat!" coming from our adorable children. Hubby's eyes fell upon the children and then upon the object of their attention.
There, lying upon the mantel, was the bat. Hubby moved in for a closer look. The bat lay limply.
Hubby thought that the bat's behavior was odd (considering I'd engaged in armed combat just to stun the little bugger five days before) but, being neither a naturalist nor one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he dismissed the bat's passivity (figuring it was a blessing in disguise), and called for a towel with which to wrap up the bat for transport to the great outdoors.
Primus handed him a rubber glove saying, "Here, Dad, this should work."
Hubby called for a towel again.
Secundus brought a tea towel.
Hubby's sternly disapproving stare convinced both boys that their offerings were not adequate for the task at hand.
Meanwhile, the bat lay there, prostrate, on the mantel.
Someone finally brought Hubby a towel. He scooped up the bat and took it outside. Once out in the frigid night air, Hubby opened the towel and waited expectantly. Nothing happened.
The bat lay there in the towel, looking up at him, squeaking and showing his fangs, but doing nothing else.
Inside the house, Tertia wailed that the poor bat was going to freeze to death and couldn't they please take it to the nearest nature center?
Hubby said, "No, the bat has a fur coat, for G*d's sake, and can fend for himself."
Hubby tired of waiting for the bat to take action, so he put the bat on the ground to see if that would motivate it. No such luck. The bat began to crawl away. Hubby watched with great concern as the bat pulled itself across driveway, but did not fully appreciate what the lack of flying meant.
Dismissing the bat from his mind, he returned to the house, turned his attention to the computer problem that he'd been working on before being interrupted, and instructed the children to go upstairs.
There was weeping and wailing and banishment to bed. Peace reigned throughout the house until...
Quartus appeared below-stairs to complain that he missed Chirpy.
"Who is 'Chirpy'?" asked Hubby.
Tertia appeared from the hallway and said, "Daddy, you don't know the whole truth."
Tertia carefully explained that Chirpy was the bat. The bat had been living under Primus' bed for the past 5 days stuffed in a bucket and covered with a Spiderman blanket.
Primus and Secundus, when cornered and questioned, roundly denied that they had had anything to do with Chirpy and that the two little ones were behind the whole thing.
Hubby knew that this was an outright lie. The two little ones had huddled together in the basement the night of the bat's original appearance. Only Primus and Secundus had been left outside, unsupervised, with the bat.
Tertia, knowing how and when to twist the knife, said, "Nuh uh! I saw you bring it in!"
The interrogation began in earnest.
Primus, worried about the bat's lack of good health, had thought that the bat needed to be released. Fearing the reprisals that could come from discovery and wishing not to attract undue attention by opening the front door, Primus had placed the bat on the mantel and walked around, innocently, waiting for someone to notice. He had hoped that we'd think it had flown back in. It had not crossed his mind that he had successfully starved the poor creature into submission and that the bat's abnormal behavior would attract the very attention he had hoped to avoid.
Primus had hysterics at being caught and tried desperately to deflect attention towards his siblings.
Secundus, a natural-born litigator, denied vociferously any involvement and carefully pointed out that the bat had been living under Primus' bed.
Hubby confiscated the bucket, put the blanket in the wash, sent them all back to bed.
We realize, now, that all of the little things that we had thought were so charming last week can be viewed in an entirely new light.
Our little darlings had neither looked up bats in their science books for the fun of it, nor had they researched bats so that they "could identify the bats in the future". They had been trying to keep their captive alive.
All of the questions: "Mommy, are bats mammals?"; "Mom, what is the Latin word for bat?"; "Mommy, if the bat has foam on it's mouth, that means it's sick, right?". These had not been idle musings.
(I'd explained rabies to them beforehand, on Thursday, in hopes of keeping them from touching the accursed thing....fat lot of good that did me!)
I used to say that there are no secrets in a house with small children. I stand corrected.
There are no secrets among the small children....there are secrets from Mommy and Daddy!
I should have known....this is not the first time this has happened. They'd adopted the frog and kept it in the bureau, hadn't they?! They'd kept rotten-egg stink bombs in the desk drawer, hadn't they?!
I'm such a moron!
Hubby has reminded me that our children come by this tendency honestly. My youngest uncle kept all of his various formulations of black powder stored under his bed in threaded mason jars.
I'm doomed!
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A new detail emerged this morning:
The cats didn't go berserk because the children had "introduced" the bat to the cats and all parties were "much calmer".
I am so scr***d!
the articulation could readily be adapted to mount the artificial muscle piezoelectric polymers currently under development at AMRI at the University of New Mexico (and elsewhere)
but, for the moment, all I am attempting to do is create a viable load distribution system which would take the weight of armor off the torso and place it on the hips, take some of the load off the wearer's muscles, and allow for far more flexible designs of armor.
Morning, o my sibling!
Keep in mind I've been thinking about the helmet also.
I have no problems with bats, provided they remain outdoors where they do us all a kindness by eating bugs.
Bat houses have been our "to do" list for quite a while. They've just been moved up a few pegs.
Hubby neither retrieved the bat, nor went to a store to purchase crickets, as he has a healthy sense of self-preservation, which he has neglected to pass on to his offspring.
Primus and Secundus are writing papers on bats, as I type this to you. I expect the task to cut well into their "play time".
What are you and Prout up to?
'morning.
humans are thus far not impressing me favorably today.
If one wanted to send Knights in Shining Armor out to do battle with each other using battle axes and broadswords, I'd hope the operators are safely enclosed in the tele-operator's booth rather than inside the doomed gladiators out in the arena.
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