tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166167322012-02-16T18:25:43.007-05:00Thomas Paine had "Common Sense": Now I've got mine- welcome to the 21st Century! Just how common our senses will be- who knows? If you come away a better person, then this blog will have served it's purpose!Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-26654100571686711622011-07-18T03:11:00.002-04:002011-07-18T03:27:06.678-04:00

I realise this song is a little old- some might say "outdated...But sometimes as a father of "merely a five year old" I forget that my "Cinderella" won't be five all that long...And the greatest mistake I could ever make is to refuse my Princess a chance to be in my arms- before all too soon...Peace be with you, Steven Chapman- know that your daughter will still have that dance one day- and it

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-50789326855449988762009-10-16T11:02:00.002-04:002009-10-16T11:09:18.248-04:00

If this has already run its course through the 'blogosphere"- fine, so be it.But the latest vulgarity given the Progressive Left's blatant elitist snobbery at the Nobel establishment leaves me posting a simple picture with regards to POTUS BHO's latest trinket [nominated for bestowal after only 11 days in office as POTUS]:A picture's worth a thousand words- and much like a package of Cracker Jack

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-87029645352778330202009-07-09T09:24:00.006-04:002009-07-09T10:02:10.272-04:00

Some of the greatest lessons I've learned in my life, came from my grandfather.Oh, there were tomes read & lessons discussed in academia to be sure- but some of the greater ones; the ones that had/have a voice and a time and a place... No, those lessons were gifts from "Crappaw" to me.Those people in the film/television/media industry know well, the old adage "A picture's worth..."So too, is a

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-47462254189859097482009-04-15T08:21:00.002-04:002009-04-15T09:13:09.894-04:00

Though I'm sure it's been quoted countless times; the old axiom:"Life: What's going on while you're busy making other plans..."Still rings true... Often and loudly.Life's certainly played its part upon my mortal coil- the least of which is the current job market, the past election cycle and heaven knows any myriad of other things that includes everything from lawn mower mechanics to diaper

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-72598932586027320452008-01-06T15:50:00.002-05:002009-04-13T11:54:01.027-04:00

Carbon footprint..?!Okay- it's been around for a while.I suppose there'll be those who'll say "Welcome to the party, Russ- glad you could join us!"And yet, others that may be waiting with baited breath [pro and con] to jump at my rhetorical juggler vein just panting at what my next words will be.I suppose in some ways I'll disappoint at one level and inspire or say nothing that hasn't already

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-59173730288031440342008-01-01T08:05:00.000-05:002008-01-01T08:42:43.107-05:00

We all know that rather old idiom about "madness", right?If not- it goes like this:"The definition of 'madness' is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result each and every time..."I'm roughly 8 hours into the New Year, this '08.Actually, I woke up to the sounds of fireworks, shouts of "Happy New Year" and my going-on-two year old's night-fright shrieks so the New

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-17541402599500510972007-12-27T14:43:00.000-05:002007-12-27T15:09:46.516-05:00

It's been a while, good and valiant readers...I've taken notice that there's a few in the Blogosphere who've included me in their own writing repituar- for their prescience and favor, I'm greatly humbled- hopefully I'll continue to be a contributor to their sites as I hope they will be to mine.There's an old saying- who exactly made it, I'll ask you to help me remember; it went something like

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-64585628211559069262007-07-10T07:37:00.000-04:002007-07-10T07:45:01.671-04:00

As most burly jokes start: There was once a travelling salesman who drove the 'undriven' lanes and highways of America looking for opportunities to sell his wares outside the mainstream.Running low on fuel, the salesman stops at what one could only term the quinisential 'ramshackle' gas station with the tatty roof, off-set screen door and old cylinder style gas pumps with "regular" and "ethyl" in

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-76145699655516201392007-07-04T11:08:00.000-04:002007-07-04T11:37:54.358-04:00

The usual rounds on the forums always has a flair for somebody at some point asking the ubiquitous [and often cyclical] question- obviously this one baited to this month:"What's your favorite 4Th of July memory?"Chalk my answer up to age. Chalk it up to melancholy. Put whatever label, impetus or chronicle you'd like to my choice but my choice today may stem to something different a day, week,

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-59552988277488855162007-04-25T08:46:00.000-04:002007-04-25T11:59:06.056-04:00

It’s times like these in life when I’m often reminded of the cottage gospel industries acronymic moniker “WWJD- What Would Jesus Do?”My guess is that he would be laughing, praising All Mighty God and welcoming Russell Woodrow Rose into his arms. In that same breath, I would think that with a morose and empathetic nature, his hand would also touch the hearts of those who have awakened and begin to

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-59934130452352880102007-02-15T12:10:00.000-05:002007-02-15T12:31:35.586-05:00

I'm a "contributor" for Gather on many occassions- think of this one mention as a shameless plug for Gather if you wish.The site is actually an excellent source for those who want the immediate gratification of their posts being reviewed and/or interpretated by their readership. I'll admit to a certain 'whoring' aspect in my personality that wants to see if what I write earns the merit of

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1157989144733726492006-09-11T10:52:00.000-04:002006-09-11T11:39:04.780-04:00

The linked blog entry I've included with this entry pretty much says it all for the Liberal Elitist and what has changed from the day after 9-11.Are we safer today than 9/11/01..? Yes- "but..."There-in lies the crux of the Elitist's braggart for our war on terror."Yes- But..." to them means "We're not safe at all."Funny thing that Ryan Singel's article takes into account many and varied forms of

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1157130355210102482006-09-01T12:59:00.000-04:002006-09-01T13:05:55.226-04:00

Here’s a small quiz- see how many answers you can come up with…1. Name the last 5 people to get the Nobel Peace Prize or a Pulitzer.2. Name the last 5 Miss Universe Pageant winners.3. Name the last 5 Heizman Trophy winners.4. Name the last 5 people to win an Academy Award for best actor or actress.5. Name the 5 wealthiest people on the planet.6. Name the last 5

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1151061128442009232006-06-23T07:12:00.000-04:002006-06-29T13:22:58.206-04:00

Taylor Hicks - Do I Make You ProudIf the olde addage "a picture is worth..." holds true: Here, dear readers, are a billion words expressing the love and admiration for those who have risen to the cause of freedom and those who have fallen for its protection...To say much more, would only cheapen such a wonderful work.Enjoy.

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1150420527104954662006-06-15T21:12:00.000-04:002006-06-15T21:16:56.710-04:00

At some point in time- especially in our youth this question would inevitably come up.Most often it was a rhetorical postulate by nature, simply testing your resolve to either join the clique or to surmise whether you had grown beyond the reach of your teddy bear outside of the comfort and safety of your home.Now though, is the time to ask that all too familiar question...Indeed- what are we

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1145500965184679962006-04-19T22:37:00.000-04:002006-04-19T22:42:45.196-04:00

Far be it from me to state that I'm a 'frequent' blogger- obviously I'm not...In the time since the last jotted post, I've managed to do all manner of "nesting" to make way for a new baby girl and all the accoutrements that go with a new infant.As a doting parent, there'll be time enough for me to post a picture or two- so yes, those that truly despise such things will have fodder to add to their

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1141238487298849392006-03-01T13:13:00.000-05:002006-03-01T13:41:27.330-05:00

I sent this story to Lee Cockerell Back in the winding fall days before winter and the inevitable Christmas rush. It was the story of my father-in-law, Robert Holman and what his life represented during WWII. It may be a little out of place in the scheme of things as I post them- but his was a story I wanted to share with teh world- and with it, the continuation of his story into my own... The

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1141127641689712682006-02-28T06:58:00.000-05:002006-03-01T13:01:30.016-05:00

I have to hand it to the folks at Gooooogle and Blogger...Not everything has to be special for the Windows users, and the addition of the Mac Blogger Widget just might make things a little swifter for guys like me that have just enough time to do something other than post on their blogs...Granted, the widget doesn't provide all of the wonders of the full fledged Blogger Account- but for someone

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1140268136904203112006-02-18T07:15:00.000-05:002006-02-18T08:08:56.943-05:00

All right- it's been a while... I could just whine about the time not spent installing entries as chocked up to "familial responsibilities":Case in point- it's taken me 30 minutes to write this much...It turns out that even getting up as 'late' as 07:00 means that all the pets [and we have acquired quite the zoo repository in this household...] want bread, fed, watered, walked and squawked- a

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1133382507050328902005-11-30T14:07:00.000-05:002005-11-30T15:28:28.903-05:00

I was in a mad search for Emerson Lake and Palmer's work I Believe in Father Christmas for the longest time simply because I'd only heard it two or three times in my youth and then once again around 1995...The odd thing was there seemed to be no end of blogs, lists, links and general music sites that had their tomes to tell, both pro and con, to the song.What intrigued me while I searched through

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1132594440983036832005-11-21T12:04:00.000-05:002005-11-21T12:34:01.010-05:00

The holidays are upon us...Granted, we'd survived Halloween already- so The Holidays, more truthfully, are already in full swing.Halloween for me as a kid was an interlude to the monthly addition of Thanksgiving, Christmas and eventually New years. You didn't get a day off for Halloween and more-n-more these days with the "sensibilities" [read: Political Correctness] of religious fearmongering,

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1132085211540698062005-11-15T14:12:00.000-05:002005-11-15T15:11:42.680-05:00

Just when you thought it was safe to come out from under the fad blocking bed comes the one thing a middle-aged man desperately doesn't want to confront... The resurgence of his youth as a pop icon.I remember [God, I really am sounding old! I'm starting off stories like my grandfather would!] the 1970s when there was a popular resurfacing of all things 50s... George Lucas had struck a nerve [not

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1131566216203493852005-11-09T14:02:00.000-05:002005-11-09T14:56:56.226-05:00

There's a joke that's been floating around, probably for ages, that pits atheists against God...Believe or disbelieve; the power of the story is surely debatable if not undeniable.Now, before I go much further, let's just get out in the open my side of this story.I happen to be a "believer". If that's troubling to you that just can't stomach such "ancient" deliberations, all I'll ask is that you

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1131135558981797122005-11-04T14:46:00.000-05:002005-11-04T15:22:22.630-05:00

I don't know if one could call this particular feeling I've been having as a form of enlightenment, or just an amusing notion played out to it's inevitable conclusions.There's been a few films out recently that are commonly referred to as "survival horror" genre movies. George Romero kind of created the genre with the release of his low budget cult classic Night of the Living Dead, which not only

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1130851905770301142005-11-01T08:27:00.000-05:002005-11-01T08:31:45.770-05:00

Just to prove that not every bone in my body is curmudgeonly, here's a photo for the poor family dog made up as Daddy and Son's favorite movie villain...Yes, it's the Bark Lord of the Sith himself!Though belated, Happy Halloween to everyone!

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1130440082147545802005-10-28T18:42:00.000-04:002005-10-29T18:53:36.840-04:00

What does it take to get through mankind's generally thick skull?Yes, for those of you that are as enchanted with science fiction as I am, my post title is from an episode of the 60s classic 3rd season of Star Trek. The enchanting utopia of the TV series back in the sixties had an almost Taoist flare for looking at the absurd. This particular episode centered around a "bi-colored" humanoid duo

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1129744463518172132005-10-19T12:06:00.000-04:002005-10-19T14:03:03.403-04:00

Those who know me well enough, know my propensity for speaking my mind; often this becomes relative to whether I have the proverbial "half a mind" or preferable "any" mind, but still...Those self same people also know that I have a gentle demeanor and wish nothing but the best for most anyone- only the most heinous of our society/planet get the full brunt/gift of my incredibly powerful wrath.So,

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1129315856570517082005-10-14T14:22:00.000-04:002005-10-14T14:50:56.576-04:00

What's in a song?Better yet, what's it take to communicate with each of us- so that our feelings, wants and desires can be fulfilled?If it sounds like I'm on a tangent with music, yes- perhaps I am; but I promise there's a point to even the most dim of my musings. Much like a Zen koan- there's a nugget of truth, enlightenment or knowledge in what I have to say- no matter how small in the

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1128163698539404822005-10-07T05:29:00.000-04:002005-10-07T15:27:21.036-04:00

It was a defining question one character asked another in the popular TV series The West Wing.Men my age... Well; perhaps not my age- but those in their late 40s to early 50s I suppose.Yeah- I'll just keep believing that... One of the ailments that defines what many elitist FemaNatzis believe to be this disease called The Human Male is a certain dellusional quality to his frame of mind.As I'm

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1126898993439468382005-09-30T18:30:00.000-04:002005-10-19T12:04:27.906-04:00

At what point does a person's passion become their "possession"?Here, in this instance 'possession' isn't in the "nine tenths of the law" type, oh no... No, I'm considering more like the "Linda Blaire with Dick Smith working the tubes, green pea soup spraying" kind of possession.I'll go as far back as Cabbage Patch Kids- if you remember those little mounds of angelic fluff, course linen and dim "

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1126485937376208122005-09-11T20:39:00.000-04:002005-09-12T14:54:40.620-04:00

Here's an interesting piece of life for you...9/11, 911, September 11, 2001...For many of us this date, like the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated, or when Neil Armstrong Walked on the moon, or when the Challenger Space shuttle exploded will have a personal etch on our individual psychees.Though these images, and stories will play a momentary part in the visage of who we are as a collective

Russhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10753217024027877101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16616732.post-1126463516469704662005-09-11T14:07:00.000-04:002005-09-11T14:31:56.473-04:00

Perhaps "Prince" had it correct in his Purple Rain album [well, "CD" now- but I'm referring back to a day and time of technological and social change]- and so it may be with this first publishing of the RussView- my own little dive into the exhibitionistic world of blogging..."The first time ain't the greatest"... How many things can we look back on and make that comment? Sex, politics, fuel

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