Category Archives: Alaska

Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

Boy howdy, when you’ve lived in a house for twenty-three years, you sure find you’ve accumulated a lot of stuff.

With a 3,500 mile move in the offing, and a big portion of that through Canada, we’re making a concerted effort to pare down our stuff to bare essentials.  The problem is, that list of essentials includes a rather extensive gun collection, all of my Dad’s paintings that I have here, and a library of between 1500 and 2000 books, that’s still a lot of stuff – and we aren’t even taking any furniture except one futon frame and a white oak rocking chair my Dad made for Mrs. Animal the year after we got married.  And by the way, does anyone out there have any idea how to get a rather large amount of ammo through Canada?

The guns will be the interesting bit.  There are a couple of moving companies that specialize in moving military and ex-military people and who have the necessary permits and so on to transport things that a general traveler can’t bring into Canada, like most handguns.

As loony as Colorado is getting, it will be a reflective moment when we leave this house for the last time.  Mrs. A and I have both lived here longer than anywhere else in our lives.  We raised four daughters in this house.  We’ve loved this house, as we’ve lived and loved in this house.  But a house like this one needs a family in it.  It’s come now to the time when our great big barn of a Colorado home moved on to have another family grow up within its walls.

Life is an unending series of big and little transitions.

With that said…

On To the Links!

Banana Republic I.

Banana Republic II.

Banana Republic III.

Banana Republic IV.

Banana Republic V.

Banana Republic VI.

Want evidence of voter fraud?  Here’s evidence of voter fraud.

Because, you know, fuck federalism.

Failing to see the down side here.

RIP Alex Trebek.

Finally, some good news!

Weirdest headline I’ve seen in a while, and also a great indy band name:  Ants Slurp Their Butt Acid.

This Week’s Idiots:

Governor Andrew Cuomo continues to prove he’s an idiot.

Jake Tapper is an idiot.

Chicago Tribune’s Dahleen Glanton is an idiot.

Ezekiel J. Emanuel is an idiot.

MSNBC’s Joy Reid outdoes herself in idiocy – again.

And So:

My Dad actually had a great singing voice, one in a long list of his native talents and most assuredly one he did not pass on to me.  From the time I was very young he was fond of singing this little ditty, which always made my Mom cringe a little when small children were around.  This is Oscar Brand’s Humoresque (Passengers Will Please Refrain.)  Enjoy.

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to Pirate’s Cove, The Other McCain, Bacon Time and Whores and Ale for the Rule Five links!

Last week was a dismal week, to be sure, and this week looks to be more disturbing still, at least on the political front.  Look for more info on the increasingly-banana republic feel of the last election in the Wednesday links.

Which makes the timing of our activities last week all the more timely.  Last Thursday, we put a bid on a big house on two acres of land in the woods a few miles from Willow, Alaska.  That bid has been accepted, and we have a contract.  We’ll probably move in May, when we can drive the Alaska-Canada Highway safely with truck and trailer.

Granted the reason for the move is not politics; that’s just a fringe benefit.  We’ve been planning this for twenty years.  Mrs. Animal and I wanted to spend our golden years in the Great Land, near wondrous hunting and fishing, in a place where we can breathe free air.  And now we are in a position to do that.

Not too far from our new place.

My goals for the Animal Compound were basic:  I wanted to be able to shoot guns off my deck, brew my own booze (yes, I will be building a still) grow a lot of my own veggies, and enjoy great hunting and fishing.  I can do everything but the last two on my own place, and the last two are within a few minutes’ drive.

So, for my message to the influx of idiots that made Colorado unlivable, and to the various entrenched political machines around the country that have handed us this sham of an election, I paraphrase the great Davey Crockett:

“You may all go to hell.  I will go to Alaska.”

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to Pirate’s Cove, The Other McCain, Bacon Time and Whores and Ale for the Rule Five links!

Our recent visit to Alaska was fabulous, as I’ve already written last week.  On Friday, though, we looked at a couple of places up north in Willow, and were treated to some wondrous views of Denali.  Then, on Saturday, we drove to Seward, back up to Palmer in time for an early-evening dessert at the Palmer Ale House, then to the airport and home (for now) to Denver.

Pictures are worth a thousand words, so those follow beneath the fold.  Regular news posts resume tomorrow! Continue reading Goodbye, Blue Monday

Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

Our recent trip to the Great Land has our future home search narrowed down to a few locations, all in the Mat-Su Borough north of Anchorage, which is good.  One old fella we spoke with advised us that the “…hunting is better north of Wasilla, the fishing is better down on the (Kenai) peninsula.”  That’s good information.  But as long as I can have reliable electricity, road and fire service, a decent internet connection, and hopefully a place for at least a pistol range, we’ll be happy.

Now then…

On To the Links!

Groper Joe(‘s handlers) has made his VP candidate pick, and it’s Kamala Harris – who rode to political prominence on Willie Brown’s penis.  Good choice, if he wants to throw the election.  Speaking of:

I wash born here, an I wash raished here, and dad gum it, I am gonna die here, an no sidewindin’ bushwackin’, hornswagglin’ cracker croaker is gonna rouin me bishen cutter!

Now who can argue with that? I think we’re all indebted to Gabby Biden for clearly stating what needed to be said. I’m particularly glad that these lovely children were here today to hear that speech. Not only was it authentic frontier gibberish, it expressed a courage little seen in this day and age.

This is actually racist.

I want one!

Utter horseshit.

This should come as a surprise to no one.


A trillion here, a trillion there, and pretty soon you’re talking real money.

Because, you know, to hell with any pretense of fiscal responsibility.

This Week’s Idiots:

The Atlantic’s Ibram Kendi is an idiot.

Willie Brown (too late, Willie!):  Kamala Harris should say ‘no’ to the Vice Presidency, but ‘yes’ to my penis – again.  What an idiot.

Taking the other side, The Hill’s Doug Schoen is still an idiot.

Paul Krugman is still an unprincipled hack, and an idiot.

And so:

After a red-eye flight Sunday evening that landed us back in Denver at 0630 Monday morning, Mrs. Animal and I have more or less recovered and are back to day-to-day business.  Such overnight excursions sure used to be a lot easier, back when we were young.  There are some compensations for easing into senior status.  But boy howdy, stamina ain’t one of them.

For the moment, now, and for a while longer, we have to deal with increasingly-nutty Colorado.  Soon, though:

With that, we return you to your Wednesday, already in progress.

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Pirate’s Cove, Bacon Time and Whores and Ale for the Rule Five links!

As you know if you read last week’s posts, Mrs. Animal and I spent the weekend just past in Alaska, scouting neighborhoods, but we managed some summertime sightseeing as well.  Photos follow.  Regular posts resume tomorrow.  Enjoy. Continue reading Goodbye, Blue Monday

Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

Airline status can be a very useful thing.

Because of all the travel I’ve had to do for business over the last few years, Mrs. Animal and I have had at least Gold status on United for quite a while.  One of the benefit to Gold members is two 70-pound bags checked at no added cost.  So, this coming Friday, Mrs. Animal and I will be flying to Anchorage to spend the weekend looking at some properties in the Great Land, and since we’re going, we’re taking four cases of clothing and other odds and ends north with us.  This stuff will go in storage bins in an inside storage bay in Wasilla until we move for good.

Moving thousands of miles is an interesting logistical exercise.  When the move involves travel through another country (Canada) it gets more interesting.  Since we have four flights booked this year, we’ll max out the baggage allowance on all four – and, to boot, we can move some stuff (our AR-15s, for example) this way that would be problematic to take through Canada.

We want to drive the AlCan at least once.  But we’ll take advantage of the airlines to move what we can this way.  Seems to make good sense.  Four flights, with 280 pounds per flight, that’s half a ton of clothing and small items staged up there in advance.

But enough of my rambling…

On To the Links!

Chicago’s Gun Myth.  Mayor Lightfoot isn’t unique on this; Chicago pols have been dumb as dirt on this issue for decades.

How so much Kung Flu vaccine progress was made so fast.

Answers to questions nobody is asking.

Cities Americans are flocking to.  Whew – nowhere in Alaska is on the list.

Speaking of American cities, Chicago’s descent into chaos continues apace.

Oh, shit; Denver?  And New York, St. Louis and Portland.  Wow.  I’m pretty sure that these are upticks in areas that already suck, rather than crime spilling over into previously peaceful neighborhoods, but it’s still pretty bad.  And gee, I wonder who runs these cities?

The New York Times runs cover for Biden’s dementia.

This Week’s Idiots:

It’s been a banner week for morons.

The Seattle City Council are even bigger idiots than I thought.

Idiots turning on idiots.  Autophagia can be very entertaining.

Here:  The stupidest damn thing you’ll read all week.

Stupid is as stupid does, ma’am.

UFO cranks gonna crank.

Do these idiots actually want more Trump?  Because this is how you get more Trump:

And So:

We have stuff to pack and I’m all out of witticisms and deep thoughts, so here’s something from the archives to make up for it:

With that, we return you to your Wednesday, already in progress.