A 115-year-old smokestack in Pell City, Alabama, laughed off two attempts to bring it down with explosives, so a construction worker went at it with an excavator. So how’d that work out? Let’s watch:
And because why not, here’s the ad for the product that popped up before the smokestack video. It’s an awesomely low-brow product to help you extrude your supper called “Squatty Potty.” Does it work? I have no idea. Is the commercial awful? You betcha. Did it make me laugh? You betcha. Is it available from Amazon and am I going to link to it on the off chance someone wants to buy one from said link and I’ll receive a pittance as a result? You betcha.
If you turn on a TV, you can’t help but notice the plethora of 80’s flashbacks. Shows like “Halt and Catch Fire” are set in the 80’s; others like “Moonbeam City” are designed to look like an 80’s art school exploded all over the screen. Cartoons like “Regular Show” and “Gravity Falls” hearken back to the 80’s with regularity. As a teen of the 80’s, this is somewhat amusing… after spending *my* childhood being inundated with 50’s and 60’s nostalgia, it’s my turn, I guess.
But come on, sometimes people take this too far. Like today, when the news breaks that NATO and Russian military forces are going at it.
It seems a Russian SU-24 (essentially their equivalent of the F-111) violated Turkish airspace near the Syrian border and the Turks promptly shot it down. Of the two crew, at least one is definitively dead; rumors are that both crew were shot from the ground while still in their chutes by Turkmen Syrian rebel forces.
Additionally, a Russian Mil-8 (possibly a rescue chopper sent to get the crew) went down on the Syrian side of the border, either due to mechanical failure or ground fire; rebels are reported to have blown up the chopper once on the ground. The video below seems to show this; a TOW missile is used to take out the grounded helicopter at some considerable distance. Trigger warning: repeated use of The Phrase That Pays after the explosion.
I gave the vet clinic about five seconds to get up and running this morning and then called in to check on how Raedthinn is doing. I’ve been freaking out since I left him there yesterday because the last I saw of him, he was sedated really heavily to take X-rays… and at the time he looked very, very dead (look close and you could *just* make out breathing). So that was my last image of him. Anyway, the receptionist went back and took a look at him… he’s “bright eyed and bushy tailed.” So, huzzah. At some point later in the day he will see the surgeon, but at least he got over that first hump, getting over sedation. Cats and chemicals… not a good combination.
Many thanks to all those who have contributed. I’ll leave the “Raedthinn Restoration Sale” up and running for a while more.
UPDATE, 5 hours later: I spoke briefly with a receptionist at the clinic. Raedthinn is out of surgery, came through it well. Apparently the damage wasn’t as bad as the vet yesterday suggested; the jaw as a whole apparently wasn’t broken and didn’t need wiring together, but a piece of the jaw broke off with the one wonky fang, and that chunk, and the fang, have been removed. I’m hoping to speak to the surgeon later today when I pick up Raedthinn and get more definition on just what all happened.
Since the damage wasn’t as bad as expected, I’m hoping that the bill won’t be as bad as expected. So… I’ll leave the “sale” up for a little longer, but I’ll hazard a guess and say that donations are probably no longer needed. Of course, if you really *want* to, say, to say “thanks for all the cat photos, aerospace pictures and glitteringly brilliant political analyses…”
Today, Buttons and Speedbump have been their usual selves. But Fingers has been in hiding… she knows Raedthinn’s not here, and seems to be quite disturbed by that.
Raedthinn has suffered an injury requiring surgery tomorrow (managed to break his jaw – I think on the basement stairs – and it needs to be wired together). This has turned a “blah” Sunday into a rather dark time.
This won’t be cheap. So, if you’ve wanted to buy all the US Aerospace Projects publications, here’s your shot: all 18 Bomber Projects, all four Transport Projects, all three Spacecraft Projects, all two Launch Vehicle Projects. Normally $115, but until I say otherwise, lets say… $75. Slightly more than 1/3 off. Or if you just want to help with the Raedthinn Restoration, click on the “Tip Jar” and help till your significant other hurts you.
UPDATE: Raedthinn is back; sale has ended.
Raedthinn, like most cats, seemed to take his damage in stride. I saw him several times this morning, looking perfectly normal and content, even though his jaw must’ve been broken; I’m guessing he must’ve bit down on something this AM while I was out getting some grub and shoved the broken bit of jaw out of place. But even so, when I came home about noon, he was laying calmly on the bed and just gave me a look like “Sup.” I saw the tooth, checked him out, promptly freaked, called the emergency vet and dashed off.
I suggested to the vet that if he could be patched up so the tooth stayed like that, Raedthinn would look the utter badass. Sadly, the tooth is still firmly attached to a bit of jaw… a bit of jaw that has busted off and need to be put back in place. It appears his lower mandible is in three distinct pieces just now. How *exactly* Raedthinn accomplished this I’ve no good idea other than late last night he went bugnuts and dashed up the basement stairs, banging into everything on the way. I don’t know if the broken jaw is a result of the mad dash, or the mad dash was a result of the broken jaw.
Liveleak has posted a video that is *claimed* to be of failed suicide bomber in Yemen. The story is said to be that the feller was riding a motorbike and wearing an explosive belt, heading towards some target or other, but it went off early, blowing him in half. So what we’ve got here laying in the street is the guys upper torso, head, left arm and upper right arm; legs, lower torso and right hand are apparently elsewhere. What’s kinda twitch-makin’ is that he seems to be still alive. There is remarkably little blood… you’d expect it to be dumping out of him. But *perhaps* when he separated the great bulk of his blood was promptly jettisoned and is elsewhere. How he can still be even *kinda* alive is beyond me, unless what’s seen here as signs of life – head moving and such – are just nerves twitching, post mortem.
Anyway, embedding the video here in the open seems like maybe not the best for this here Disney-level family-friendly fricken’ blog. So ifn’ ya want to see what happens when you don’t bring enough bomb, check out the link.