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Showing posts with label guest post. Show all posts

7/17/13

Al Larson: Idaho's 'Bluebird Man'

Preface:  This blog is mostly about humor and culture, and I poke fun of Idaho a lot.  A LOT.  However, the Gem State does have a few gems in it.  I was approached to do a guest post about Idaho's "Bluebird Man" and a kickstarter campaign to help produce a documentary.  I did research on this guy and Idaho's state bird, and it absolutely fascinated me.  Apologies for the lack of 'funny' today, but this is actually worth the read.  I'm happy to support a good cause like this, and applaud The Bluebird Man for his efforts.

Idaho is home to a huge diversity of nature landscapes and many spectacular mountain ranges.  One such area that is often overlooked is the Owyhee Mountain range along the Idaho-Oregon border.  This is where the main character of our new documentary film “Bluebird Man” grew up in the 1930s, at the height of the Great Depression.  Al Larson was 12 years old when his mother died and he was sent out to the Owyhees to live with his two older brothers in a small ranching community near Jordan Valley.  Al spent two years attending school at the small one-room schoolhouse in Pleasant Valley, ID before starting work as a ranch hand.  It was on the ranch that he saw his first Mountain Bluebird perched on a fencepost.  This memory would stick in his mind for decades to come and eventually shape the course of his long life.

            By 1978 Al had served in WWII, raised a family in Boise, worked for many years at a sawmill, and helped found Idaho’s first chapter of the Audubon Society.  He was looking for a retirement project when he came across a National Geographic article about precipitous declines in bluebird populations across the continent.  That same year Al put out his first nest boxes designed specifically for bluebirds.

           
Al taught himself everything that he needed to know to monitor and maintain his bluebird boxes and within just a handful of years he was monitoring and maintaining hundreds of boxes and fledging close to 1,000 bluebird chicks each year!  Today, at age 91, Al has over 300 nest boxes that he takes care of and calls his own.  What started as a retirement project has become his life’s work.

            Telling Al’s story is hugely important to us for a number of reasons.  First and foremost, we hope to inspire the next generation of conservationists and bluebird enthusiasts by highlighting Al’s unique role in this conservation effort.  We also hope to show how beneficial Al’s relationship with his bluebirds is for both him and the birds.  While the bluebirds receive additional nesting habitat from Al, from the bluebirds Al has been given the focus and energy that has kept him active and alert into his 90s.

            Become a part of Al’s story by backing “Bluebird Man” on Kickstarter.  You will be ensuring, not just that our film gets made, but that Al’s legacy continues.

Link to “Bluebird Man” Kickstarter page:  http://kck.st/128GNK1il.com

“Bluebird Man” website:  BluebirdMan.com
Wild Lens website:  WildLensInc.org
“Bluebird Man” facebook page:  facebook.com/BluebirdManFilm

Wild Lens twitter feed:  twitter.com/WildLensInc


7/3/13

Buying a boat: Navigating the waters of total cost of boat ownership (A Guest Post)

So, you’ve been dreaming of early mornings speeding across the lake in search of big bass. Or afternoons anchored off a favorite diving rock with the family. Or just taking it easy, socializing at the marina on warm summer evenings.

Whatever your marine dreams, buying a boat can be the key to opening an amazing new lifestyle on the water. But it’s also a big investment with long-term costs.

Too often, first-time boat owners dive in at the chance to buy a used boat at a “great deal” without stopping to calculate total cost of boat ownership, such as maintenance, fuel and insurance. First-timers might also buy used without realizing that new boats often come with boat financing rates that make for an affordable monthly boat payment.

So which is it? New or used?  Let’s take a look at some of the different factors to consider when buying a boat.  

Where to start
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First, you need to figure out what type of boat you’re looking for. From sociable pontoons to gnarly wakeboarding boats to a basic aluminum boat with a 10 horse outboard—it all depends on what you want to do. Boat shows are a great place to see what’s available. And there will also be some great deals. But beware of buying on a whim (see the next point)!

Total Cost of Ownership
Many new boat owners neglect to think about the true cost of owning a boat, whether it’s new or used. Not only do you have the upfront cost (which may have extras like a trailer, mooring cover, safety gear, toys to enjoy the boat, and possibly an extended warranty) there are also significant annual costs:
·         Transportation and Storage – Will you be trailering the boat or renting a slip at a marina? Winterizing it at a separate location? If you’re trailering it, is your current vehicle up to the job? 
·         Maintenance – Depending on the age of the boat and whether it’s still under warranty there can be significant maintenance costs. Even routine maintenance costs such as winterizing can add up if you don’t have time to do them yourself.
·         Fuel – This all depends on how big and fuel efficient your boat is, and how often you’re using it, but if a typical 20’ bass boat has a 40 gallon tank, at say $4.00/gallon (more at the marina) you’re looking at $160.00 every time you fill up. No small change.
·         Insurance – Premiums average about $275 US a year. Again costs depend on a number of factors.
·         Miscellaneous – Licensing, registration and other fees (e.g. ramp fees). None of these will be a major cost, but just like your plate stickers on your car, they can add up.

New vs. Used
If all the costs associated with owning a boat haven’t fazed you, it’s time to look at “new vs. used”. Just like buying a car there are pros and cons associated with each approach.

Buying New – Buying a new boat from a reputable dealer comes with many advantages. Well-maintained boats hold their value for a long time, which means dealers, who usually work with a marine lending specialist, can offer attractive boat financing rates with a long term. While car financing often tops out at 5 or 6 years, boat loans typically have 10 to 20-year terms—which means lower monthly payments.

Consider that a new boat will also come with a full warranty, that you know the boat’s history, and that maintenance costs should be much lower, and there are some definite “pros” to buying new.

Buying Used – Of course, the big benefit to buying used is that the upfront cost will be significantly lower.  And if you’re buying a used boat from a recognized dealer, you should also be able to secure used boat financing. You may just find that the interest rate is a little higher and the term a little shorter than with a new boat.

Other than cost, the other big thing to consider when buying used is the condition of the boat. Just like buying a used car, you will want to take it for a test drive and, even more important, get a marine mechanic to check over your prospective purchase. In this case, this detailed inspection is called a “marine survey”. 

You may luck out and get a great used boat with attractive used boat financing. Just make sure you do your due diligence first.

One other thing
Once you’ve got your new (or “new to you”) boat, and you’re ready to make waves, remember to check your operator licensing requirements for your state. In many states, it’s the law that you carry a boater education card (commonly called a boating license) whenever you’re operating a powered watercraft. You can get your boater education card online by taking an approved boating safety course at BOATERexam.com. You can check your state’s regulations by visiting www.boaterexam.com/usa/ and choosing your state.

Happy and safe boating!

 About the author:
Brent McNamee is the co-founder and Chief Operations Officer at Fresh Air Educators, inc, the leading provider of online education for BoatingHuntingSnowmobile, and ATV across North America. Join his Circle on Google+ to chat about anything relating to outdoor safety, responsibility and fun!


LEGAL DISCLAIMER:

                The above-noted article is based on the writer’s personal thoughts. Nothing in the aforesaid article should be considered personal advice. The article may contain errors and the writer’s opinion may change substantially or in part based on actual facts and any number of variables. You should not make any decision based solely on the writer’s comments in the aforesaid article. Any decision you make as a result of reading the above-noted article is your sole responsibility. It is your money and your life and your sole responsibility!


2/22/13

Guest Post: The Facebook Pledge (Amended)

I'm overwhelmed, so I'm asking people to fill the void while I drink myself stoopid and then attend rehab.  The first guest poster is the amazing Birdman from Change the Topic.  If you're not following him now, please change that.  You won't be disappointed.

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Hello there. Brandon helped me out a few weeks ago when I was behind the proverbial eight ball, and when he mentioned that he was looking for guest posts to get him through a busy spot, I said I’d be glad to.

The truth is, I’m hurting for readers. I used to post angry rants about the church on my blog. Mostly the Catholic church, but any form of religion was/is fair game. I have mellowed a bit, and that has led the readers to angrier pastures.

Don’t get me wrong, I still want to ass rape hypocritical pedophiles with a blowtorch, but I haven’t been paying attention to how many diddling priests are out and about these days. I’m sure there are still a lot of them, I just haven’t been alerted to their shenanigans. It’s okay though, because I noticed that Brandon had posted this pledge to his Facebook fan page friends, and that got me going again.

I’m now going to dissect the pledge, because it’s easy and I might think of something funny to write about while I’m doing it. Let’s face facts; I’m a “just wing it” sort of guy.



I promise to refrain from shoving my religious or political ideologies down your throat seven times a day.

I do too, but if I think your views are even remotely hateful, hurtful, condescending, or otherwise assholish, I will let you know my beliefs a little more often than seven times in a day.

eg: Dave seems like a nice guy, but he’s a dirty Papist and I’m Pentecostal, a true Christian. I wish we could stone his ass to death.

I promise to respect your opinions, even if they differ from mine.

For the most part. If your opinions trample on someone else’s rights, freedoms, or well being, be it mental, physical, and/or emotional, and you make this known, then I will no longer respect your opinions. Just because an opinion is yours or mine, doesn’t make it right, so if you respect others, I will respect you.

eg: “Gays should be put to death. They are an abomination in the eyes of the Lord!”

I promise not to block or unfriend you simply for being an Atheist, a Christian, a Mormon, or even a Scientologist.

I will block you if you are a Scientologist. Only because you fuckers are crazy and you jump on Oprah’s couch. Crazy fuckers.

eg:


I pledge to be snarky and sarcastic, but not an asshole. 

No, I pledge to be snarky, sarcastic, and an asshole. Not always, but you should expect it.

There you have it. My feeble attempt at a post. Brandon told me that anything goes, except for porn and nudity, so I hope this might sneak by the censors.


If that didn’t make it, then piss, fuck, cocksucker.

~Birdman

3/6/12

Fu*k Me Running (A Guest Post)

If you follow me on twitter, you know I have some fairly off-the wall conversations.  One such conversation has now turned into a guest post by @doitalone, who also inspired my Taxidermied Squirrel post.  Stephanie also blogs at Crazy.Beautiful.Life, and should be followed in every way possible.


And now... the spotlight is hers:

Brandon and I talk about the most ridiculous things on twitter. You see, what started as a conversation about wordpress plugins somehow ended up in a conversation about cactus fucking, treadmill sex and who The Bloggess loves more. (Clearly it's me, sorry Brandon. Chicks before dicks and all that jazz.) During these tweets we came up with the idea of me guest posting so that all of you could read about the time I managed to fuck my boyfriend while he was running.

Back it up - you see, my boyfriend always says the most ridiculous things as exclamations when something was frustrating. One of his favorites was "fuck me running."  In the beginning I would roll my eyes and giggle at the image in my head... my boyfriend in jogging shorts running down the street like any other day, only his penis is totally out and I'm naked with my legs wrapped around his waist? Somehow I doubt the neighborhood watch people would approve. (Although, if we got arrested the good news is the judge would probably laugh it out of court or we'd end up famous because Jay Leno would make fun of us mercilessly.)

About two months into the relationship though, I starting coming up with real ways that I could actually fuck him running. First, I thought about having him lay in the bed while simulating the running motion with his legs, but when we tried that it just ended up popping me off him when his knees his my ass.

The second attempt was an actual attempt in the living room. We started at the kitchen and he picked me up and started to run towards to other side of the floor of our townhouse. Unfortunately, either I'm too heavy, or he was too weak, because we only made it three steps before collapsing to the floor. (This ended up resulting in a bruise on my ass that made it painfully uncomfortable to sit down for a week.)

I was starting to become discouraged, but one day we were sitting in the living room watching the TV and one of the commercials that plays at 3AM to make you feel like you're lazy for shoving your face with ice-cream after a night of drinking for the Treadclimber came on. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol which played a part in this but a light bulb went off in my head. I could fuck him running if I was stationary and supporting my own weight while he was running and that could totally be accomplished by using a treadmill.

Keep in mind it was 3AM at this point and we had been out drinking. We searched the townhouse high and low for the key to our apartment complex's gym and upon finding it ran like the wind to the complex gym, shedding our clothes on the way. Unfortunately, because we had been drinking, there was a little problem down there, and I had to preform some oral support to get it working... but once I did, we hopped on the treadmill. I supported my weight by holding myself up on the arms of the treadmill, and he started walking at a brisk pace.

SUCCESS!

Sort of.

You see, when we got really into it, my rear ended up hitting the buttons on the treadmill and it started speeding up... to the point where he wasn't fucking me anymore, he was just running, and we were drunk, and well, he might have fallen. That's how he got the treadmill bruise on his penis that stopped us from fucking for almost a month.

It was totally worth it though - because how many other girls can actually say they fucked their boyfriend running?

6/25/11

It's All About the Spelling. (guest post)

I am off camping (joy...) so please enjoy a guest post today from Lady Estrogen.  You can find her and her amazing stories at Adventures in Estrogen.  I warn you though.... once you go there, you'll never be the same.  But in a good, slightly more twisted way.

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Over the past couple weeks, I have become privy to a magical bit of information – which is that Tori Spelling is my hero.

Now, I would never have thought that before, nor did I go searching for this epiphany like I was some sad second-rate version of that Laura Croft be-yatch. Besides, I’m much more of an Indiana Jones girl, but I digress.

So, I was searching for a quality image to use for a post that eloquently discusses crotch sweat. Like any logical “Googler” I typed in: crotch sweat… low and behold, Tori Spelling appeared on page 6.


I thought that was mildly humourous – after all, she’ll be the original 90210 grenade for all time. 

I had a giggle and moved on.

Next, I thought I’d try searching for: boob sweat.
Wha-pow! Hello there, again! Not first over-all, but first on page 4. Look at those boobs – I’m sure daddy Spelling paid handsomely for those. Mmmm, sweaty.


Then, my laughter grew and it was evident that Google was truly entertaining me… during work hours, of course.

A few days had passed and I was on to my next project. Of course, I’m back on the image hunt, but this time the key words are: dumb blonde. Well, duh! Perhaps this wasn’t exactly ground-breaking news, but it was nice to see her familiar face pop up, and on page 2, nevertheless. Once again, I chuckled and stored that tidbit of information away in the ‘poor taste archives’ of my brain.


Finally, just the other day, I was searching for a fantastically cruel and bitchy photo for myself to use in lieu of my own pregnancy photo. I typed in: ugly & pregnant. Done. Hi Tori!


But wait! She’s only 4th on page 1? That shit just ain’t right. She’s so close yet so far. Google and your quirky word-arrangement glitches – surely we could do better than that! So, I typed in: pregnant & ugly. Voila! BAM! Numero uno on page 1. What a fucking accomplishment, truly.


Although it did take some unplanned research over a span of time, I am extremely happy with this realization that I have stumbled upon. Perhaps one day, I too, could have my photo emerge on such a plethora of key words and phrases.

But then again, that’s the shit only my dreams are made of.

6/5/11

Mommy, Look at the Penguins! (guest post)

Today's post is courtesy of Quincy from Thank, Q for Common Sense.  Direct all praise/anger to him, and feel free to visit his site!  This dude is worth following.  Trust me. 


First of all, thanks to Brandon for allowing me to use his page to rant.  I've had something on my mind for a minute and Idaho seemed like the perfect place to release my inner-most thoughts.  After all, I could show photos from a crime scene on this site and it won't be as bad as Brandon's amputee post...


"Mommy, look at the penguins!" is what I would imagine hearing from a child who is visiting the United States for the first time.  This imaginary child, from a foreign land, would not be referring to the frigid birds of the tundra, but instead... idiots and their sagging pants.




My mom and / or dad would have stapled my pants up to my nipples before they let me walk around sagging like a convict.  Yes, I said convict.  After all, that's where the trend allegedly got its start.

Prisoners were forbidden to wear belts in jail because some of them would use the belt to hang themselves.  As a result of being beltless, the pants they wore tended to sag.  This made it more difficult to commit suicide and it also made it more difficult to run when trying to escape custody.  It was also stated that the men wearing their pants "extra low" were some other prisoner's "bitch."  Some how in the 90's, this prison trend crept its way into hip hop culture and has now infected our kids.  I'm guessing because they're too stupid to research the origin of things.


Now, let me state this first: I have no problem with kids having trends.  I participated in some trends as a youth and I understand how cool it looks when you're young.  That's why you have to be a certain age to drink because youngsters are naturally stupid and can't tell "cool" from "fool" very easily.  What I don't understand is how something so flat-out laughable has become cool.  People used to moon other people as a joke, but now it's a fashion trend to see someone's butt.  No longer do you have to go to a strip club or call a plumber in order to see a butt crack.


Now Hanes sightings are a dime a dozen and the only sad thing about guys doing it is that women are liking it.  Any ladies care to explain to me how  a man who has to reach behind his knees for a wallet is "sexy?"  What is so appealing about a guy who has to drive with both feet because his pants are rolled up around his ankles?


Can anyone explain to me how pulling up your pants every three steps and walking like a penguin is cool?



If you were a prisoner, wouldn't this be more of an invitation that a fashion statement?