Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Windmills . . . .


An observation from a Swedish engineer:

“The notion that a nation can run on sunshine and breezes is worse than delusional.

People might fall for the idea that we can merrily run on sunshine and breezes, alone, but with a few trillion dollars worth of mythical mega-batteries providing backup for a few minutes, when the sun sets and the wind stops blowing.

A two-megawatt w!ndmill is made up of 260 tons of steel that required 300 tons or iron ore and 170 tons of coking coal, all mined, transported and produced by hydrocarbons.

A w!ndmill could spin until it falls apart and never generate as much energy as was invested in building it.”

Oh Mama . . . .


Mrs. Ravioli comes to visit her son Anthony for dinner. He lives with a female roommate, Maria.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how pretty Anthony's roommate is. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Anthony and his roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Anthony volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Maria and I are just roommates.''
About a week later, Maria came to Anthony saying, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver sugar bowl. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" "Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure." So he sat down and wrote an email: Dear Mama, I'm not saying that you "did" take the sugar bowl from my house; I'm not saying that you "did not" take it. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner. Your Loving Son, Anthony
A few days later, Anthony received a response email from his Mama which read: Dear son, I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Maria, and I'm not saying that you "do not" sleep with her. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the sugar bowl by now. Your Loving Mama
Moral: Never Bulla Shita your Mama.

Thanks James

Monday, May 30, 2022

Awww Monday Woodsterman Style ~ 354 ~ Memorial Day


We Americans Salute the Fallen This Memorial Day


God Bless You Who Have Fallen So We May Be Free!

One such hero is above, my best friend,

William Ivan Mercer

Pallbearers: His brother, friends, and Myself.

This was 54 years ago in 1968.

As Prottocal states, fly the flag at half staff until noon, then full staff the remainder of the day.

Our first house here above, and the present house below. Don't let the snow below bother you, it's a tradition here.

God Bless you my fallen brothers and sisters.

Thank You Bill!