Women talk three times as much as men, says study

Truly some hilarious stuff in this scientific study:

women talk almost three times as much as men, with the average woman chalking up 20,000 words in a day - 13,000 more than the average man

the simple act of talking triggers a flood of brain chemicals which give women a rush similar to that felt by heroin addicts when they get a high.

“Women have an eight-lane superhighway for processing emotion, while men have a small country road,”

testosterone also reduces the size of the section of the brain involved in hearing - allowing men to become “deaf” to the most logical of arguments put forward by their wives and girlfriends.

Or just plain deaf, period, no quotes, from all the yakking.

We cavemen have our own set of problems, though:

Dr Brizendine says the brain’s “sex processor” - the areas responsible for sexual thoughts - is twice as big as in men than in women, perhaps explaining why men are stereotyped as having sex on the mind.

Or, to put it another way, men have an international airport for dealing with thoughts about sex, “where women have an airfield nearby that lands small and private planes”.

Studies have shown that while a man will think about sex every 52 seconds, the subject tends to cross women’s minds just once a day, the University of California psychiatrist says.

“Airfield nearby”…landing strip…nyuk, nyuk (did it in 1 second).

Anyhoo…the great Fee Waybill knew all this decades ago:

It’s been six months / She hasn’t shut up once

DC, Norfolk, Atlanta, Charlotte, Jacksonville, Columbia, Chicago, Detroit, NJ, Long Island, Boston, Stamford, Seattle, San Francisco, LA, Phoenix, Denver, Albuquerque, OKC, Tulsa, Indianapolis.

As rapidly as possible, preferably in the next two months. Whee.

And Houston and Dallas, but they’re windshield time, not airport time.

Iranian Weapons Arm Iraqi Militia

U.S. officials say they have found smoking-gun evidence of Iranian support for terrorists in Iraq: brand-new weapons fresh from Iranian factories. According to a senior defense official, coalition forces have recently seized Iranian-made weapons and munitions that bear manufacturing dates in 2006.

This suggests, say the sources, that the material is going directly from Iranian factories to Shia militias, rather than taking a roundabout path through the black market. “There is no way this could be done without (Iranian) government approval,” says a senior official.

Iranian-made munitions found in Iraq include advanced IEDs designed to pierce armor and anti-tank weapons. U.S. intelligence believes the weapons have been supplied to Iraq’s growing Shia militias from Iran’s Islamic Revolutionary Guards Corps, which is also believed to be training Iraqi militia fighters in Iran.

Evidence is mounting, too, that the most powerful militia in Iraq, Moktada al-Sadr’s Mahdi army, is receiving training support from the Iranian-backed terrorists of Hezbollah.

Not that such a thing as Iranian IEDs* straight from the Iranian factories would ever make a bit of difference to the folks who think there is never not more diplomacizing that can be done. At a bare minimum, we need to drop a few crude JDAMs or MOABs on those Iranian IED factories from the latest stealth flying machine, and then act all surprised, and “Who? Me? Black market, bitches.” about it. Sauce, goose, gander, and piss on Ahmadi-Nejad and the mullahs.

* At what point does an Improvised Explosive Device turn into a regular old bomb? Me, I’d say that when they’re being manufactured in factories that are funded by a sovereign nation, they’re munitions, straight-up instruments of war. Which, you know, supplying munitions to kill Americans is an act of war, by my lights. But then, I’m a Jacksonian and a simpleton.

“We’re not trying to come across as being a heavy-handed government,” Crow said. …as the Fairfax Co. (VA) government proceeds to do just that.

The crackdown came after the county Health Department received a complaint about food being served to the homeless population that was bedding down at area houses of worship as part of the wintertime hypothermia program that began last year. Health officials took a closer look at what shelter residents ate and where the food came from.

Under state and county code, food served to the public must be prepared in a kitchen that has been inspected and certified by the county Health Department. Those standards are high: a commercial-grade refrigerator, a three-compartment sink to wash, rinse and sanitize dishes and a separate hand-washing sink, among other requirements.

Health officials said they weren’t aware that food from unapproved kitchens was being served in homeless shelters.

Is this really concern over the health of bums, or is this a grab at more tax dollars by socialist nanny-staters who will almost certainly jack up property taxes to cover the costs of feeding the bums at county facilities by county employees?

Somedays, I just hate what we’ve allowed ourselves to become.

I love wild animals:

Some wild turkeys, it appears, were trying to get out of New Jersey before Thanksgiving Day. A spokesman for the NJ Transit said train officials reported a dozen or so wild turkeys waiting on a station platform in Ramsey, about 20 miles northwest of New York City, on Wednesday afternoon.

I’ve got more than I can possibly say grace over…more than I ever imagined I would have…and so this is, by far, my favorite holiday. I hope you, too, can (and will) thank the good Lord for his many blessings.

And then be forced into the XXXL sweat-pants for the football-watching.

LAWS-A-MERCY UPDATE: Cripes. I gots the gout-foot…from what I do not know. Probably being around all these CARBS! Lordie…mashed baked potatoes, cornbread dressing, Mrs. Baird’s rolls, gravy. Pies. My mom cracked me up today when I asked her to make the giblet gravy. She channeled Brother Dave Gardner — “First, you make a roux…” You can call yourself a hayseed if you get that. OK, off to put the gout-foot up…

Can’t not try at least one new thing. I’m a cook, man — it’s what I do:

Corn Maquechoux

Cajun spices (Emeril’s Bayou Blast, Tony Chacare’s)
Hot pepper sauce
Worcestershire sauce
1 stick butter
1 head garlic
1 large red pepper
1 large green pepper
1 large onion (Spanish or Vidala work best)
2 cans creamed corn
1 can kernel corn
1 pint heavy cream
4 plum tomatoes

Melt the butter in a large pan

Mince the garlic as finely as possible. Add it to the butter and simmer for a few minutes.

Dice the peppers and onion. Add to the pot, stirring well. Cook 2-3 minutes, then add spices. Continue cooking until the onions are clear.

Add all three cans of corn, including the juice from the kernel corn. Add spices, then bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer for 10-12 minutes, stirring often.

Add heavy cream. If you have more than a pint, add a bit more. Add spices (a sprinkle of Cajun spices, a splash of the hot sauce, and a few good splashes of Worcestershire sauce). Simmer for 15 minutes, stirring often.

Dice plum tomatoes after removing seeds and pulp. Stir into mixture. Add spices to taste. At this point you may need to add just a bit of salt to bring out the sweetness of the corn, but go easy on it.

I’m probably going to throw in one diced jalapeno (the state vegetable), just because I want to.

Now that I’ve got my longest-term rifle lust slaked with the SOCOM-16 purchase at the gun show this month, my thoughts move towards what’s up next on the gotta-get-one list. My newest little work buddy just finished building an AR-15 with naught but his bare hands and a pull-tab from an old Schlitz can. I’m thinking of doing something like that with an “as I find it, on the cheap” plan. Any one ever done so? Is it a stupid idea?

I also would like to find a Monte Carlo-stocked, .243 Remington 700BDL to replace the one that got stolen in a break-in 20 years ago — that was my deer rifle, given to me by my dad, and I still see red when I think about it being gone. Nothing could ever replace it, of course, but I can pretend.

Then there’s the .44 magnum lever action cowboy carbine I’d like to have for the truck, too. Heck, I have fun just looking at those on the internets…shooting one has got to be a blast.

The turkeys are hitting the ground like sacks of wet cement!

Thanks to Tom McMahon…

* Why can I laugh till I weep at this, yet find modern sitcoms stultifyingly boring?

Turkey Day at the house, that is. The church deal fell through for whatever reason. Good thing I snagged a turkey on the way out of SA, just in case. Still, it’s just cooking for four, so easy-peasy.

Too much of the Angry below, so here’s a dancing pig:

Wow. Just fucking wow. Just “You have got to be fucking kidding me” WOW.

Watch your Dallas SWAT in action over here at the “exclusive” CBS11. What a load of horseshit. Especially compare the nice grandmas and skinny chicks and quaking Gen-Ys at the beginning of the video with the jackass cops executing a dangerous arrest where “you can never be too cautious.” That’s pure fucking Jack Webb over-dramatization for the goddamned teevee cameras, and it burns my ass beyond belief that they know it while they sit there regurgitating it for the drones sitting at home watching their jr. high antics.

Someone tell me how I can save this damn video. I don’t want it getting away. Someone needs to fucking answer for this bully-boy bullshit. I also want to know how a goddamned teevee station gets an exclusive heads-up…if they’re so goddamned dangerous, how can you put the precious talking heads in the line of fire? It’s horseshit, that’s how…political ball-licking glory-hounds. Fucking politicians.

Via DanM…who has pictures of the damage done with your tax dollars by our highly-trained Special Weapons Assault Team. Special. Weapons. Assault. Team. Tough guys. Bad mofos. For people playing fucking cards. I used to back the blue…before they turned into teevee stars. I think I’ll take care of me and my own from here on out, thanks…don’t need no Hollywood cocksuckers paying for their version of my law and order.

All apologies for the language, but I’m fucking apopleptic about this bullshit. Funny what sets you off, isn’t it?

Generally by now I’m deep into my Thanksgiving dinner planning and preperation. This year, though, not so much — as in, not at all. My Mini-Me daughter has chosen to take my first-born grandson, along with her husband the Dutch giant, back to Iowa to see the in-laws. This turn of events depressed my sainted mother, the great-grandmother, so much that she has decided to, rather than have the normal family get-together, put a feed on at her new church home for the seniors and others without family in town. It doesn’t help that two out of two of my brothers are working on Thursday, thanks to the newly-booming Democratic economy. I think the head-shrinks call this ‘projection.’*

So, I’m kind of in a limbo. I’m gonna still have a turkey fried by the boys at BBQs Unlimited or whatever they call it for the pack of savages in my household, as well as fix some of my righteous won-ton appetizers and my exquisite baked mashed potatos. They (the savages) will simply fall to pieces if the refrigerator isn’t crammed with plastic dishes of stuff that can be made any one of the three-hundred-sixty-four other days of the year. But it’s going to be weird not having a house full of nieces, nephews, girlfriends, boyfriends, brothers and my dear sainted mama on Thursday. It’s going to be super-weird not brilliantly choreographing all the oven space and times and temps from 7am till 1pm (and not burning the rolls, thank you very much).

But we’re still going to go with mi madre and help her cook & clean for the nice folks at her church who want to come and spend some time with a few weirdos out of the hog-wilds of Mesquite. I can’t not wash a truck-load of dishes on Thanksgiving, after all. I’m kind of looking forward to it. Except…she scheduled sit-down-and-eat-time for right in the middle of the Cowboy game — good thing I’m naught but scullery help, heh heh. I’ll mute it during grace (unless the Pokes are driving.)

* Personally, I think, too, that she misses not limping around the kitchen and being a hero and managing a major feast. I don’t mind telling you right here and now that the best part of a big family Thanksgiving is leaning back against the counter and watching everyone attack it. It’s why cooks cook. I like my own cooking well enough, but I ♥ LOVE ♥ watching other people eat my food.

American paychecks are rising again at a pace not seen since the 1990s.

The pay increase amounts to 4 percent on average over the past 12 months, and it comes at a very helpful time for millions of households.

I blame George Bush.

The major criticisms of public healthcare never seem to hold much water.

The only major criticism I have of public health care is that I prefer to pick and choose the people I’ll be responsible for, thanks. You’re free, of course, to do the same…pick a few hobos and add them to your insurance policy, dude. Make it a movement…a secular science-based movement…sure to be a hit.

As far as saving “struggling American companies”, the feel-good sop thrown to normal non-intellectuals for Hillarycare this time around, I’ll pass on that, too. Just throwing this out there — imagine the explosion in productivity and innovation if Saturn or Pontiac or Lincoln were spun off. Think those guys would like to run their own show? Think they’d make it work without being saddled with three generations of bad decisions from Gigantic Amalgamated Co.? Ask your kids this…do you want to go to work for Ford, or do you want to go to work for Saturn?

More of that Milton Friedman-think.

Scarlett Johansson moonlights at Lawerence Livermore Laboratories, splitting atoms… with her knockers.

No, really…I looked close, and there are neutrinos and quarks and shit in the pictures…