Way, way low

North Dakota and Montana have an estimated 3.0 to 4.3 billion barrels of undiscovered, technically recoverable oil in an area known as the Bakken Formation.

That’s significantly less than the 200-500 billion barrels posited by private industry. Not that I put a lot of stock in any gummint agencies estimates of anything, but still, that’s gotta be discouraging to lots of folks.

OK, then — you want energy independence for the US? Get the fuck out of the way. Turn the wildcatters loose on this. No bullshit about endangering bent-beak breast-beating sapsuckers. Let’s poke some holes in the ground and see what we get.

It’s the way we used to do it. It worked pretty good, till we got cheap oil from the Arabs. How bad do you want it, really?

Just a reminder:

I really think I should see these guys, and determine if they live up to their promise. Because that’s a pretty awesome video.

UPDATE: I fear I’m too old. I’m a little / nervous / ’bout what you think / when you see me

I hate this:

Stubb’s doors were plastered with the big red “51%.”

A barbecue joint, in downtown Austin, worried about handgun-bearing patrons? Are you kidding me? Well, I’m not — it’s those Mommy Staters, clamping down on us. They wrote ‘em up a law, anyway. And therefore my Wyoming pal was put off from what I consider some of the best BBQ in a state full of good BBQ.

That’s sucks, and it’s moronic. I’m embarassed, personally. We should be better than that. We always were before. Why’d we stop? My recollection, admittedly a pickled one, is that some hausfrau insisted that to we all do that so we could CCW. Frankly, CCW’s not worth it. Gimme open carry, and you women go trim your rose bushes or nurse some babies or whatever the hell it is you do. I’m looking at all you steers who agreed to this heinous business, too.

Gerard does some research about the upcoming Olympiad, or another seemingly important reasont.

I hope there never comes a time when I’m not enraptured by the lady in a swimsuit. They’re just so wonderful, it would be horrible not to be moved by them.

When I’m not, I’m going to drive my lawnmower to Mexico or something.

My daughter will either be heartbroken or have that heart stolen:

The quintet will perform in public for the first time in 14 years when they appear on U.S. morning show Today

Which one of those boy-bands was Justin Timberlake a part of — the Meatie-Cheesie Boys? And how did he get to latch on to some notoriety? Who picked him as the “good one” that gets commercials and Jessica Simpson’s boobies and stuff? Or was that another one? Whoever it was, I say slainte! to getting to grope Jessica Simpson. On the other hand, that music career? No, I don’t have a Rewards card, just gimme my damn roast and my smokes.

Awesomely frightening pic at Ace’s place. Looks like…every bar of douchebags across America, but especially Dallas. Gawd, when did cheap-looking shiny sportscoats get a dose of clap class? I haven’t seen that look since Dean Martin did roasts. Too bad Dean could sing rings around those punks, heh heh.

Two of my favorites, anyway - Zombie Strippers:

There’s nekkedity on that, if you’re bothered. I assume that all of my readers run their own show, anyway, and click where they like. If not, they know how to get around those “work firewalls.” If not, drop me a line and I’ll sell you the information.

But back to Zombie Strippers, or more precisely zombies — I’m still in the 12ga with 00 camp, but I’d prefer to have the 308 semi close by. Mine is an M1A. More TK on the zombies.

This is the first thing I’ve read about Howard Stern since I quit reading Jeff Jarvis’ mash notes to him.

So why does anyone, or should anyone, give a shit now (you might ask, because I did)? Well, I’ll tell you. Because the Sirius / XM merger has been approved and they need to get the word out to crank up the subscriber numbers.

I’ll use this space to number the moron’s press release announcements on blogs. Nothing would suit me better than to never update this post.