Musing and Pondering

 

I wonder why born-again Christians don’t get a better hair-do out of that deal?

I understand there is a new support group for former Trump supporters.  It’s called Assholes Anonymous.  “Hi I’m Fred, I’m an asshole…I voted for him twice.”

I’ll be glad when T.G.I.F.  stands for Trump Gang Indicted Finally.

What do call girls do on Halloween when someone says, “Trick or treat.”?

Elon Musk is now the head Twit. I understand he is thinking about changing the name from Twitter to Rant.

Tonight, will be the start of the 118th World Series and once again only teams from America will be playing.  

The shaking has stopped.  Jerry Lee Lewis R.I.P.

I wonder why Charlie Rich never recorded “Money” and The Zombies never recorded “Stagger Lee.”

 

 

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HUMP DAY

 

And here are some of the biggest humps of the day.

 

Donald Jerk Trump.  It seems they found the call logs from the White House on Jan. 6^th at Mara-a-Largo.  It wouldn’t surprise me if Amelia Earhart didn’t show up there one day.

Ken (I fought the law and the law won) Paxton, Texas Attorney General.  Apparently Ken made a break for the border, but the subpoena folks caught him anyway. Crooked Ken was trying to avoid testifying in an abortion lawsuit.

Elon (I have a ton of money but very little sense) Musk has made a new offer to buy Twitter. The company is up to it’s eyeballs in legal problems.

Vladimir ( I may be Russian, but damn slow mentally) Putin is proving to be the Russian version of General George Custer, America’s dumbest military General.

Herschel (My I.Q. is the same as my jersey number) Walker has been accused of paying for a former girlfriend’s abortion.  Walker has denied the accusation saying he has never had sex with anyone.  Herschel’s four children  responded by saying they had no idea they were adopted. 

 

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Tis The Season

 

It is hurricane season again, so here is my annual blog post about it. The prediction for this year’s hurricane season is out and they call for a similar season as last year. They are predicting 14 to 21 named storms and with a possibly of 10 hurricanes, 3 of 6 which will be in the “major” range. It will be the seventh straight year of above average hurricane season. Tropical storm Alex is already forming out in the Atlantic. 

Twenty two years ago when I began writing SURGE, I had just read a similar article about how active the next ten to fifteen years were going to be for hurricanes.  After much research and many visits to hurricane conferences, interviewing lots of folks with the National Weather Bureau and emergency managers in our area, I came to know how vulnerable Houstonians and the people who live in New Orleans were to a major hurricane. 

I decided on writing a novel because I didn’t want to write about hurricanes that had been here, ie, the great Galveston hurricane of 1900 or Carla, I wanted to write about the one that was still out there.  After talking with a lot of different people in the area, I knew there was a certain amount of apathy about hurricanes.  I was guilty of it myself.  My foremost priority was to have an exciting story that would be a good read no matter what part of the country you lived in, but I also wanted to try to make people who live in coastal areas aware of what could happen if we were to take a direct hit by a Category 4 or 5 storm.

SURGE was published in 2004, the same year that Florida got slammed with four hurricanes, but we here in Texas were unscathed. Then things got really scary in 2005. We all sat in front of our TV’s and watched the terrible scenes unfolding from Katrina’s visit to New Orleans which was only a Category 2 storm by the time it came ashore.

I still remember very vividly coming home from a live interview via satellite with Rita Cosby on MSNBC as Hurricane Rita churned as a Category 5 in the Gulf heading straight for Houston. This was a scenario that I had been living with for almost 5 years and now it appeared to be coming true. Fortunately as we all know, Rita weakened to a Category 2 and turned right before hitting us, doing the most damage to Beaumont and southern Louisiana.

If you are interested in what could have happened had she not made a little jog and stayed a Category 5, I invite you to read SURGE.  It’s still available at Amazon; book or Kindle (you can click on the button by the book cover), or you can order it at any book store in the world.  I have been told by a number of weather experts including the fine people at the National Hurricane Center in Miami and hurricane consultants that SURGE is an accurate portrayal of what could happen if Houston has to face a direct hit from a Category 5 storm. 

Below are a few quotes from some of them.  

“….It presents a scary scenario that is entirely possible in the Houston/Galveston area.  The type of storm described in this book is a Meteorologist’s nightmare.”
Gene Hafele, National Weather Service, Houston/Galveston.  

“Being an emergency manager, I was a bit reluctant to get started, thinking I wouldn’t really care for it, but when I finally got to it, I couldn’t put it down.  A great story with some good surprises.”  

Eliot Jennings, Emergency Manager Coordinator, City of Galveston

  

“What made Surge a gripping, “couldn’t put it down” read, was Tanner’s physical descriptions of Dolly.  Few in this area understand the enormous destructive power of a Category 5 hurricane and how a direct hit will transform this area.  Tanner translates the dry statistical data and predictions into a frightening description of what will happen to those unfortunates caught in such a storm’s path.  I could hear the howling winds and see the angry storm surge charging up Galveston Bay.  I could feel the “soaked to the bone” exhaustion as the characters fought to survive Dolly’s wrath.”  

 Bill King, Mayor, City of Kemah            

“In SURGE, Tanner has dotted his work with a cast of characters as colorful as his background.  There’s the good, the bad, the beauty and those in-between.  From politicians to Joe Blue-collar, they’re all there and then some.”

Chuck Hlava, Editor Mariner’s Log  

“Mr Tanner’s highly descriptive narrative brings the story alive showing what emergency managers along the coast fear more than any type of event, a major hurricane, what I call a Tropical Terrorist.  His wordsmithing has made this storm story a very human one - thanks to the use of real locations known to people that live in the area today.  As I read it, I could picture the event happening.”

Lew Fincher, VP of Hurricane Consulting  

 So hurricane season is here again and once again the same thought is running through my mind.  That storm is sill out there.    

You Talkin' To Me

 

We know that birds and animals communicate with each other. I think they do a much better job at it than we do.  We have seen flocks of birds turn at the same time and schools of fish do the same thing.  Whereas humans struggle with who goes first at a four-way intersection.  Probably the birds and animals don’t have sarcasm, snarkiness or humor to deal with. 

We on the other hand fumble greatly at responses and questions from our fellow man.  The proper response if your wife asks you, “Does this dress make me look fat?” is to answer with another question like, “Do you think I’m an idiot?”  If at your wedding when you say “I do,” and your lovely bride says “Oh no you don’t.” It’s probably going to be a rough ride.

Another good response is no response.  If your child asks you for money, “No” is the best response.  This response only works with your wife if you are in jail. 

Most politicians and preachers have confused communicating with convoluting.  I also believe most of the companies in the communication business are not communicating, they are only promoting or selling.

There are people who love the sound of their voice, but don’t hear a word they are saying.

I believe that sometimes a smile communicates better than opening your mouth.

The bottom line here is, if someone calls you a bird brain….take it as a compliment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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An Artsy Week-End

 

We had a great Art Show in our home town this past weekend with some fabulous art work. All kinds of paintings, acrylic, oils, water colors and sketches plus photography. Did I take a picture? No not one, but I have them all locked up here in my tiny little brain. I’m not a dumb person but sometimes I do dumb things….like not taking a single picture of great art works.  Actually, I did take one picture.  This is my sweetie and with her blue-ribbon winner.  This fabulous piece of art work is all fabric. It's about Ukraine called, Facing Oblivion. The background represents the devastation in that country. The sunflower is their national flower which continues it's tenuous bloom.

Nobody has ever called me a genius, but they have also never called me a nincompoop either. Although I really like the word nincompoop and try to use it as much as possible.  Since I live in deep East Texas, I get to use it quite a bit.

I have been slogging away at my new novel, so the blog has not been front and center for the last week or so.  I think since the novel is a serious piece, the goofy silly stuff that usually makes up the blog has taken some time off.  I woke up the other night and was worried that I would never think of anything funny again, but then I realized that was funny, so I went back to sleep…til noon. 

Back when I was a heavy drinker, I could drink a fifth of Johnny Walker Black in about two hours, and everything I said was hilarious.  You would think that since I pass through the day sober, remembering everything I do, I would have more silly dumb things to say.

Back in my radio daze, I was known as “Ole Weird Rod”,

You can listen here at your own risk. 

https://youtu.be/UUZWdzcdZpE

 

Now that I live out in the country, I’m known as “Ole Retired Rod”, heavy on the “tired” part.

 

 

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April 1, 2022

 

Today is April Fools Day.  Of course, any fool knows that.  Well, there is Ted (I Haven’t Got a Clue) Cruz. He probably thinks it’s his birthday.  

Come to think of it, there are hundreds of thousands of people that it is their birthday. I wonder if they have doubts about the sincerity of the people singing happy birthday to them or if they worry if the birthday cake is loaded with exploding candles?  Just a thought.

My best April Fool prank when I was in school was to give my teachers a note that said, “I’m studying for the priesthood and have taken a vow of silence. Please don’t ask me any questions.” They would always ask, “Is this true?” and I would immediately answer, “Absolutely.” 

The Trump White House staff has released a statement explaining the over 7 hours gap in the telephone logs on January 6^th.  They said they had signed up for AT&T’s insurrection plan. 

I’m really sick and tired of all the press and comments on Will Smith slapping Chris Rock.  By the way it’s been five days since Will has slapped anyone. 

Ginni and Clarence Thomas are the next Bonnie and Clyde.  Or they could be Mr. and Mrs. Benedict Arnold of the 21^st century?  Maybe they’re just two sorry individuals who were looking for love hate and found each other?

A proposed bill before the Tennessee state legislature would eliminate age requirements for marriage.  I mean who’s to say that a ten-year-old kid can’t fall in love. I understand that Pedophile Anonymous is backing the bill.

 The Rolling Stones are preparing for their 60^th world tour. As the old saying goes, “A rolling stone gathers no moss, but they do collect a ton of money.”

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Some Of This, More Of That

 Some times I say funny things and sometimes funny things just pass thru my brain.  Sometimes I just feel funny. It's funny how that happens. I was always the class clown in high school which was ok except I hated wearing those stupid giant shoes and that red rubber nose. 

Will Smith evidently delivered the Bitch-Slap heard around the world at the Oscars Sunday night.  Fortunately, according to the ratings, nobody saw it.  

 

Just saw an ad for Speed Dating.  I can remember when fast girls had a bad reputation.

 

The local radio station is promoting a Monster Truck Show.  Hey, I saw that Transformer movie, I’m not going near that place.

 

The Final Four is set. North Carolina, Duke, Kansas, and Villanova.  I don’t know one thing about any of them, but since I was born in Wichita, Kansas I feel obliged to pull for Villanova.

 

I understand Chris (My Daddy Was a 60 Minute Man) Wallace said the straw that broke the camel’s back for him to leave Fox Faux News was when they started paying him in rubles. Personally, I believe he overstayed his nineteen years at Fox by eighteen years, eleven months, and twenty-nine days.

 

 

 

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