Jan 31, 2010

Gotta Be An Honorary Member of the BSBFB

There on my sidebar is a link to The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys. It is a paean to the long-lost youth of the host at Sippican Cottage, and the similar BSBFB is a haven of secret delight from a more dangerous time: a really fun time to be a boy. (Or a girl, sez I.)

JWM, over at his World Famous Blog has proven his BSBFB creds, and I think the Jaguar Project series is a wonderful side dish to the concept of kid cool. It was all about the bike before it could be all about the car. The bike was the status symbol of cool.

At a fairly young age I had to know how to fix my bike by myself, as long excursions out of my neighborhood and off to parts unknown could mean being several miles from home without a phone or way back except on foot. But I loved it. Loved the freedom of being away from the small house with the over-large family. Woods, backstreets, dirt roads, culverts, Navy base, wherever I could get those fat Schwinn tires to go without picking up a nail, that's where I was. Anywhere but home. And my bike was cool. . . for a girl. It had a radio on the front handlebars, a novelty my dad brought back from overseas. It even had an electronic, if faint, horn on it. I was happily myself on my bike, and rode the wild terrain of the suburbs with the boys and made ramps and jumped and flew and sped downhill in races. That was when we weren't tearing apart our old skates and nailing the trucks to an old 2x4.

JWM's bike pics brings it all back.

Please guys, don't ever outgrow that little kid that could see this and know why it was cool:

(click to embiggen. totally worth it.)

Be sure to scroll down at that link and catch a pic of the young man on the bike! You need to see the proportions of this thing.

Jan 30, 2010

Adjunct Insouciance

A commenter left that phrase on my blog a couple of years ago. I still have that blog title reserved in the wings of the theater of my mind--- and on blogger. "Adjunct Insouciance." But for now, I cannot think of a more appropriate descriptive of our President's entire attitude toward the people he has sworn to lead, a nonchalance and blitheness about our concerns. In fact, it almost borders on a kingly "the peasants are revolting" dismissal. Whatever else Obama is, he is unaffected. Untouched. (But by noticing the scar on his skull, "touched in the head" may not be too far off. Soros has planted something there, is my take.)

As JWM suggested in the SOTU comments, why not a list of adjectives? Indeed, (don't you just love to use the word indeed to start off a sentence?!) since reading that comment I've noticed that many pundits have been reduced to fewer words and most of them are adjectives of dismay or disgust. Just lists, really, like mine. It's not a heartening trend when the object of political leadership in our country reduces us to sputtering descriptive epithets. Good grief. Carter merely gave away the Panama Canal. Obama's giving away our entire heritage of Freedom. Pretty soon, we'll look like the Sandbox. (A haunting, excellent link for all you enlightened moderates that have feared "Oppressive Christians!!" over the years.)

Okay. Herewith a list. A poll. A-list bloggers, the ones with wide readership, always have polls, right? I'll make it a long and lovely and you just click away on your favorites:

Your Favorite Adjective For Obama:
Spiteful
Man-child
Lobotomized (thanks to Jaded Haven)
Mean (in the small sense)
Condescending
Disingenuous
Dangerous
Delusional
Defective
Petty
Preachy
Petulant (personal fav!)
Narcissistic
Scolding
Socialist
Communist
Liar
GottdamMutherfuckinSonuvabitch Liar
RainbowfartinUnicornfuckerKleptocrat
pollcode.com free polls
I may have missed a few. Feel free to add on. We strive to be definitive around here.


Misfortune?

Since we're talking Deadwood in the comments, here's a favorite snippet of the spirit that is Al "Swingen!!"

Brace yourself:


Yeah. He may not be all warm and cuddly, but you'd do better with Al Swearingen as your enemy than most Good Old Boy Republicans as your friend.

"Stand it like a man. And. . ."

Jan 29, 2010

Too Many Zombie Movies

Because the HillBuzz boys asked, I gave them this suggestion for an "Operation Game" illustrating the correct way to dissect trolls:

Dissection kills the subject. If you do it right, you’ll want to cut the jugular vein first. Then you have a compliant and useful troll. So, the first thing you must do is cut off the life-blood: attention.

Then it’s all political sausage-making and naked shaming.

Pull down the troll’s genes and expose the horn of the dilemma: quest for power. Trolls don’t really have much of a brain above the neck to consider, for them it’s all about fucking up the comments and making themselves the center of your paid-for blog. So, with the attention-whore vein cut, it’s time to remove the Power Tool with a swift banning of their IP addy.

After that, there’s really not much else to do except render the fatuous lies out of the husk, leave their head stuffed up the ass where it usually is, and threaten to suet their ass.

Using their thigh-bone as a scepter is optional.



I seriously need to quit watching Deadwood.

Jan 28, 2010

SOTU: A Thousand Points of Tripe

And about as nasty.

Mean.

Scolding.

Preaching.

Condescending.

Oh, yeah, and lying. If the man can tell a bare faced lie in front of the Supreme Court, then you know he's pissing on you, too. Plus, whatever he says he's against, i.e., foreign nationals contributing to political campaigns? You can be sure that he's being bankrolled by the same. His powers of redirect aren't all that. Feh.

Why waste my good breath on his bad?

I can't believe I watched it, but I'm glad I did.

Jan 27, 2010

Countdown

Click and repeat as often as necessary. It'll start to go down some day. I promise!

Countdown until Obama leaves Office
1088 Days, 15 Hours, 00 Minutes, 00 Seconds.


Jan 26, 2010

I'm Seriously In Love

Here he is again, and if possible, better than the last time:




h/t The Presurfer.

Stuff You Already Know

Hillary! 2012: the fix is in. Today on NPR, for the first time in about three years, there was nothing about Obama, but several minutes on both ends of the hour about Hillary. Hillary this, there, and that. Very purposeful, professional and non-editorial. All very statesman-like Official Handling of Important Stuff. I remember when they were gassing on about Obama two years before the election. If the Left is anything, they are plodding, faithful locksteppers that get to their destination one step at a time.

*****

Obama's call for a budget freeze is brilliant. If I understand it correctly, it takes some discretionary spending power away from the Legislators and their cronies, leaving the Executive branch free to rush to the aid of a political ally, thus holding more real power. Is that right? If so, it's a fine, tactical shot across the bow of the over-stepping Pelosi and Reid. The very fact that the Left is howling tells me that Obama will definitely double down on this. I think he still acts like he means every thing he ever said, and to underestimate his goals for our country is foolish. I heard someone today saying Obama was going to walk back some things tomorrow night, that he's seen the error of his decisions. Pffft! My money is on the dark horse named "Fat Chance."

*****

Jesse Jackson is smarter than you. Al Sharpton is smarter than you. Every Democrat in an elected office is smarter than you. Every Democrat voter is smarter than you. Obama is smarter than you. I didn't say better, just smarter. It's true. Now tell me why.

Banksta' Rap

I know, your iPod is teh awesome and your iPhone rulz. The flash drive has your best music to plug into the dash of your car.

But for digital music Luddites like yours truly, the radio is still a good companion, at times preferable to the unattended music. So NPR was this evening's fare as I puttered toward home and I caught the debut of a most unusual rap recording brought about by the executive producer of Spike TV, Russ Roberts of GMU, NPR and a few others.

Economics has never been so fun:

Jan 25, 2010

Too Fun to Miss

Insty linked to this earlier, but if you missed it amongst the hundreds of posts, you really missed something fun:

And from the comments at Break.com: "I bet this girl's awesome martial arts and pro wrestling demo makes you completely rethink the time wasted by you and your hand most nights."

*****

It is a rainy, crappy morning in Charleston. What else is new? I need more fun:

It's clear man!


Why am I posting this picture? Because I know you can think of a hundred blog post titles and captions to illustrate its usefulness as a visual aid. I like it and want to be able find it when I need it. Which is most days:


Jan 24, 2010

Shooting Guns Relieves Stress

Shooting them at other people may help even more, but that's for another fantasy.

Suffice it to say that it was that pesky TMJ that was the apparent cause of the bump and the pain by my ear. I have had that pain before, but never with a large lumpy attendant. However, after the gun range and a good night's sleep, the joint slipped easily back into synch with a gentle snap during a yawn. Like magic, the bump, lump whatever subsided within minutes. I didn't think I was under stress, and since I had a long-overdue overhaul of a bad cap on my front tooth, I've been able to close my mouth correctly for the past year-- after a near lifetime of bad alignment. I thought I had totally left TMJ behind. Along with stress.

Now with everything back in place, I realize that it had been out slightly and I hadn't noticed, compared to the years and years of discomfort before. But stress is a creeping, evil life-sucker and one must be vigilant. My new job is delightful and pretty stress-free, but there had been some adjustments to the project, some personality allowances to be made, etc. And unlike Laura at FMFM, I can't just leave "stab lists" laying about.

See what I did there? I managed a clever conceit of pimping for Laura's Attention Whore Month while actually talking about me. It's a gift.

Just a few more days left. I need to link Dogette's participation in Attention Whore Month with some other boring personal defect I have. But other than my blogging shame, I can't think of any. (No, I am NOT asking for suggestions.)

Jan 23, 2010

I love the smell of gunpowder in the morning!

I went to the gun range today with my son and his friend, Brandon, who turned out to be an excellent teacher. My Ruger was a lotta bang for the .38 rounds, and I demurred on trying out the .357 rounds in it. I got about 50 rounds of practice in when Brandon was nice enough to loan me his Glock 9mm and 100 rounds or so, and taught me how to lean into the target and form a solid stance. Soon, I was cutting the middle out of the paper target and feeling much more comfortable.

Having been to the range a total of two times now, with three years between times, I was still a bit apprehensive during the first few minutes. Just after I settled in, someone let off a round from a .50 caliber hand gun cannon and the whole building bowed out with the concussive retort, I swear. I almost fell over as it went off less than three feet from me! Wheee! My son had to try that puppy out, and he came away after one round with the stupidest grin on his face, he couldn't stop smiling.

My only regret was not firing the Bersa, but that'll give me something to look forward to when next I can afford ammo.

Jan 22, 2010

Preservation and Prohibition

I'm having a bit of friendly exchange with a Lefty over at Big Hollywood regarding indoctrination of our school systems with Marxism. The attendant inability of young minds to properly digest the meaning behind the shining ideals is real, and recognizing the need for teaching logic and giving children to the tools for thinking, instead of indoctrinating their thoughts, is sorely lacking.

My Leftist debater has taken exception to my assertion that, "transparency is what is lacking on the Left's educational agenda. And our media. And our current presidency. Objectivity is the process of examining facts. If both sides would be transparent, objectivity would find its proper place in education, as a tool for exploration, not a guide for morality. When we have neither transparency nor objectivity in education, all we have is capricious moralizing."

Particularly, they snort at the idea that the Right never capriciously moralizes. Other than putting words into my mouth, they also totally missed the point of the word capricious. I have no problem with moralizing and it's not a dirty word or practice. It is another word for guidance.

However, the Left's agenda is to indoctrinate Socialism by other means. They dare not do it in a forthright manner as it repulses the independent human spirit, so they hide their moralizing within the sins against unaccountable gods; i.e., "the earth" or "energy resources" or vanishing species or climate change.

Moreover, I did not lightly employ the word "capricious". When the Right moralizes, if you will, it is not based on political expediencies or situational fads. The Right seeks to conserve what gives strength to individuals and countries. The Left's only counter to that is to claim that the Right seeks in some way to limit one's personal rights. It's a perspective that has real meaning, to differentiate between preservation and prohibition. A prohibition that seeks conformity of action is not the same thing as a preservation of value that conforms the will.

The Left has, in deed more than word, sought more control of individuals than any Conservative has ever dreamed or cared to. And where the pernicious political payoff is absent (abhorrent on both sides) it remains that the ideology of the Left is ever a thrall to the present expediency of controlling others in order to find meaning, and it is never about freeing others to create their own meaning.

Jan 21, 2010

Ear ache.

I have a painful lump just above the mandibular joint, in front of my ear. The dentist confirms it is not an abscess but that doesn't make it hurt less. Gotta give it time to see if it's just a subcutaneous cyst or whatever, but I have antibiotics to take in case it gets unruly. I feel like crap because it just sits there, putting pressure on my ear canal.

In my misery, I begin to miss my mom, who passed just a few years ago. You'd have to know what an unassailable hard-ass my mom was to understand how strange it is for me to miss her particular earache ministrations. She was a cold comfort for most ailments, but my many monstrous ear aches as a mermaid child of the Weekie Wachie River would knock my rambunctious enthusiasm and boundless energy into a lethargic level of concern. I remember her taking real pity on me, and poor starved runt of the large litter that I was, I drank it in like the life-giving nectar of some Shangri-La. She would sit and pull me to her and let me rest my head in her lap while she put a warm compress to my ear. She would buy me board games to play with her. Silly little games like Cap the Hat or some such that whiled away the television-free hours at the fishing camp.

We never missed the television when we were there, as there was much to do, places to roam, swim, boat, bike, and play. But in my pain, I may as well have been at home, bored and miserable. So the games were such a thoughtful thing, and the comforts were so loving and attentive, with no strings or chidings attached, that I suppose it's not for nothing for my ear to ache today, and my heart to ache along with it.

Jan 19, 2010

A'ight. Who's Next?

Sweet, sweet victory. Now, let's check the Obama Clock. For two reasons. It's fun, and it tells us how much time we still have left to overhaul the Congress.

Celebrate tonight.

Get ready for harder work ahead.

God bless us, every one.

"Gas Up The Truck!"

An apt Battle Cry, no?

I like this guy!

God Bless Massachusetts!

They did it! They made "Patriot" a good word again.

Congratulations to True Americans everywhere!

Can't wait for Scott Brown to pay my bills!!!11!1!

One Senator in, 99 more to go. Let's roll. . .

Jan 18, 2010

Willin'

I'm willin' to Get On The Bus with the Truck Bomb for Scott Brown. Nothing scares the Dems like a bit of redneck terrorism that employs guitars, dobros, slides, and twangs.

Drag out your favorite truck song, post it, and leave a comment over at Leslie's with a link.

Here's a favorite. Man, ya'll should hear the J.R. sing and play this song:

Jan 17, 2010

Brace For Impact: There Are No Knights In Shining Armor

We've pretty much known this for a while now, but it's refreshing and reassuring to our sanity to see a local TV Anchorman come clean with the truth, the formula, and the result. (Dear readers, I check my "outclicks" and I will know if you have not actually read the immensely satisfying article that I linked to. Don't make me stop this bus and come back there. . . )

Skepticism in the newsroom nowadays is in short supply. It strangely gets a pass from the perky, beautiful, 20- and 30-somethings who make up the bulk of newsroom staffs. They are too often uncurious. They walk in lockstep with the liberal orthodoxy. They give a pass to questions about global warming, what Hope and Change really mean, the costs that “clean” energy would impose and an infinite number of other issues of the day.

If only to make a point in the post below this one, the Daily Caller's scoop serves up a bittersweet moment of recognition of the bigger half of our real political problem. The second half being, of course, the steady growth of big government, but it's all of a piece making a very big whole of sheer madness, greed, and Marxism.

Blah, blah, blah. I think we can agree that power was slowly wrested from our over-worked lives while went about paying the mortgage, getting the kids off to soccer practice, and enjoying the respite of our Sundays spent with like-minded folks. And paying taxes, certainly.

But most of us are tired of sitting around telling jokes, like ants at the bottom of a tall glass jar. We've tired of climbing up the sides only to get smacked back to the bottom by some new jolt of government's power grab; so we resort to amazingly witty remarks amongst ourselves and have precious little energy to organize into something cohesive, something with political heft that gets more results than attention.

So let me say it: Brace yourselves for the failure of the Scott Brown Campaign.

Any good field marshal would tell his troops the hard truth, but would faithfully outline the course of alternate action. Troops, I'm telling you, if Scott Brown voters fail to deliver it may be the best thing to happen yet. But only if we learn once and for certain, where to push our advantage and exploit the other side's weakness. It's not Sarah or Scott or any other dreamy combination or heroic leader. It's us.

Get ready to get dirty.

Scott Brown has made a tactical move in the right direction in lawyering up before the election. He's getting his hands dirty in the hard work of drumming up outrage, being a thorn in the flesh of his opponent, making noise, getting heard -- all in spite of a Media determined to ignore him. His base has run to the battle in whatever small way they can bang pots and print bumper stickers and make signs. It's a start. But he needs to buy some judges, appoint some smiling Tea Partiers with nightsticks to safeguard the precincts, and sign up several thousand dead voters in order to win. One can only hope that the forgone conclusions of the Left have left the ACORN offices in Massachusetts in a sleepy fog from which they'll awaken too late. But don't think they haven't noticed, even if the Media has studiously ignored the story. They won't give up Obamacare that easily.

Allow me to core-dump a bit of toxic waste, for the sake of argument:

You want to save the Republic, you talk guns and ammo--- but get all wobbly about influence-buying, voter registration fraud and other dishonest tactics? Yes, it gnaws at your soul, but don't you think any veteran returning from the distasteful horror of war feels less for the dirty work he had to do? You yet may have to suffer unto blood for your freedom, but are you willing to suffer a bit of your pride and self-respect in order to get the job done before you have to resort to arms? It's not like we want civil war, it's not like we want to conquer our brother or kill him, we just want to lead our country to a prosperous and peaceful existence. We don't want power in order to abuse it, but we may have to abuse it to get it. What the hell are you thinking with all this talk of guns and ammo? That's what the Marxists want. They want the ultimate shortcut to retaining power. We're not anywhere near there yet!

There. Pretty unruly thoughts. Now, before we have to sell our souls, let's become wise as serpents and harmless as doves. Let us be at least as wise as the children of "this world" and see if we deserve the freedom we want, or the leaders we get:

What the above Anchorman revelation solidifies in my mind is that the local news station is our starting point, to be teamed up with the National Precinct Alliance. That simple, for a start.

Do you need me to spell it out any further than what those two links are shouting at you to do? [Heh. I come away thinking we need to rescind a woman's right to vote, sadly.] You can do this. I can do this. It's not even that hard or time-consuming. But it is powerful.

No investor will put his money where there is no visible support for its profitable return, and that applies to political ideas as well. Time to drop the Tea Party niceties and picnics, swallow some pride and Get Loud. Get heard. Write. Boycott. Serve in your precinct (the first and most easily attainable rung of power) and promote better candidates at the local level. Protest. Do not relent.

And don't forget to smile. You don't have to sell your soul just yet.

Update: Took me 30 seconds to sign up at National Precinct Alliance. I'm tired of bellyachin' and I'm ready to grab some power for the patriots. If you've done so, or know of someone else who has, send 'em here to leave a note of encouragement for the rest of us.

Jan 16, 2010

Why America Is Great

Not your everyday essay about Viet Nam. Not your everyday comments, either. Go. Read.

Americans are incredibly wonderful people. I am convinced. And I am challenged to be a better citizen, patriot, and faithful steward of our Liberty.

Anyone who doesn't think America is great is simply someone with an infantile mind, a stunted sense of their tenuous place in a dangerous world. Let the reader understand.

And yet, for 35 years our Vietnamese boat people --who were forced and crammed into boats at the mercy of a merciless world-- have become a blessing to our nation and that same world. Lucky them, they didn't have any apologists or self-appointed "leaders" leading them to a poverty of spirit and mind.

Go read the incredible comments on that short essay. Do yourself a wonderful favor.

Why The Media Is So Hated: #2,010 in a bottomless series

Oh, not all of them, for sure. There have been some near-heroic and heartfelt reports from Haiti for which I am grateful. Some coverage has rent the heart and brought home the biblical proportions of this tragedy, and we need that. What we don't need is the shallow commentary, the insipid questions, the trite overkill of phrases that merely dull our senses and feed our sense of helpless outrage at the stupidity of world leaders who can't help Haiti help itself.

I can see it. You can see it. Why can't the MSM see it, they who deem themselves elite and educated, that they can be so callow and lifeless as to fall back on their news-speak catch-phrases and habits? I can believe that even they are gob-smacked at the incredible scale of human misery they're witnessing, and the newsfeeds we are not allowed to see. But the children of so-called enlightenment have no sense of communication, or the art of speaking with grace and wisdom.

They may as well be respectfully silent when they have nothing to say, when the overwhelming tragedy robs them of any emotional anchor in their shallow soul and leaves them adrift in their thoughts. . . just shut up and let the video feed roll. It's not like the rest of us don't just mute the damn television when they blather embarrassingly like junior high girls still in love with the sound of their own voices. And it is embarrassing when they try to "relate" this tragedy to themselves, their own family, their own experience.

Please. Just shut up and double the pay of the camera crew.

*****

Just damn. My heart breaks for Haiti. If I had the wherewithall, I would be there, and you would too, I know. Wordless deeds of digging to uncover and recover and re-bury the departed souls-- and it would have to be enough for the present, though the least of our desire to alleviate the suffering.

Thousands of souls entered eternity in a moment and the spirit sags under the weight, burdened with helpless concern.

I haven't much to say, either, as I now see.

Prayers up. There, but for the Grace of God. . .

Jan 15, 2010

Just Because

There's a payoff at the end:

Jan 14, 2010

"This isn't Stargate SG-1 or Doll House, we can't just do whatever we want and deal with plot holes later by making things up."

Any time you just want to idly contemplate what the Democrats are up to, be sure to listen to Barney Frank's most outraged sputtering denials and say to yourself, "Self, that's exactly what the Democrats are doing, planning to do, have done." And you can smugly resume whatever tedious task you were performing before you cared, with the sure satisfaction that you have your answer.

Barney Frank: a one-man political shorthand for the Democratic Playbook.


h/t The Daily Caller.

Jan 12, 2010

Wild Kingdom

Well, the mood in the blogosphere seems to have taken on a feral quality in the last few days with a menagerie of metaphorical meditations on The State of our Collective State. Other blogs are just named after animals. For some reason or other, it seems the Wild Kingdom is an apt metaphor for the Blogosphere.

So, like the Friday Ark's feature of cute animals and pets, I'd like to do a cover of the concept and give a link-around to blogs that have employed our more distant animal cousins for their political purposes, for diversion, or for attracting attention. Or something.

First off, we have a veritable Marlin Perkins of the Political Scene in the irascible Velocigod who provides a peerless summation of The Marsupial Class. A must-read for the aspiring political observer of The Law of Tooth and Claw. And Teat.

Next up is the unholy trinity of Two Nervous Dogs and Fetch My Flying Monkeys (who have united with famed dog-blogger, Rachel Lucas), to create the Advice Asylum. Where else can you find retro-art, perfect advice, care for beh-beys, pics of dog poo, stab lists, and social commentary than in any of these three bloggy hangouts? Plus, no one else on the Intartubes writes blog post titles like Laura at FMFM:

I used to think that we all could get along, that everyone could live in perfect harmony but then I started following the dosage directions on the Nyquil bottle


Next, but second to none is Lee Ann, former Cheesemistress, who now seems to be hunting The Baby Wolf that ran off with her good bra. If you have to ask, you don't need to follow the link. Taking the Law of Tooth and Claw all the way to India for blood and curry. No prisoners. Be sure to press the Goat Button when you visit.

Meanwhile, The Belmont Club is having a serious discussion about dogs who blog. No, really. Cats must shift for themselves, apparently.

Joanne Casey has the latest and surprisingly funny video of The Dramatic Chipmunk. It involves Japanese school girls, so, y'know. . . it's totally safe for work, ya pervs.

From the "don't know how I missed it; last one to see it" department, I see that Pam has joined the political ark by pimping the Polar Bear Bare Facts. Someone tell the school children they can stop crying, please.

Finish it all up with a sober and salient consideration of Brigid's essay on Animal Instincts. Or start there and work your way back to the top and you'll have a fine rodeo on your hands.

Jan 11, 2010

If Only We'd Had More Nuclear Plants in Florida

All this horror could have been avoided.

. . . hundreds of manatees and rays are congregating in the warm outflows from nuclear power plants to flee colder waters off shore. . .

The lowly, lethargic manatee is smart enough to find warmth, which is more than can be said for a lot of denizens of Florida. Nuclear plants discharge enough warm water to save the Manatees, apparently. Poor turtles and iguanas and fishies died without the good sense and logistics to plant themselves near a nuclear facility. Manatees are slow, so they have to think ahead, unlike Democrats, and make a solid evolutionary note of where the warm waters are: near the nukes. I think that's reason enough to build more of them.

Manatees. Smarter than Liberals.

Petition your congress-creature today.

Jan 8, 2010

Oh hai!




Meme-lifted from Found Shit.

Jan 7, 2010

Fine.

Just fine, I guess.

No more slinging wine bottles and cases of beer all day has led to a 9-to-5 job, M-F, at a desk, co-piloting a new project for a financial firm. Nice folks, busy work, fun database stuff to play in all day. The only negative was the talent firm that hired me via bait-and-switch. I blew them off after they offered me $3/hr less than advertised, but they called me back 10 days letter begging me to take the job if for no other reason than the opportunity. Meh. It's a 10-month project. I can stand anything that long, I guess.

Turns out to be not a bad place as long as I don't want to rearrange my office or make a full pot of coffee with more than four tiny scoops of coffee grounds, (bringing fresh new literal meaning to "bean counters"). And bring my own plastic forks for lunch.

True conversation today:

Boss: so, is that file cabinet where you need it?

Me: Just tell me where you want me to place it.

Boss: It's your file cabinet, you put it where you think.

Me: (quiet because I know I've put it where he had the extra useless office chair, and I've been alerted to the quirks by co-worker.)

Boss: I thought the chair should go here. . .

Me:

Boss:

CoWorker: We'll place them later. We're just waiting for the paint to dry. . .

Me: typitty, type-type, squint, type, paper shuffle.

*****

Other offers are in the works. The TSA, that serious buncha idiots, has an opening and I am to take a test in two days. Not bad, since I applied about a year ago. Only problem is, the job is in Tampa or some such place, and I've been reading up on the horror stories of the stupidity, poor pay, poor prospects, no benefits, part-time hours, etc. There's only ONE truly CRAP-Paying job in the ENTIRE U.S. Government and it happens to be a fairly IMPORTANT one, it seems. Still, I make take the test just for grins and giggles.

BTW, when you apply for a government job and you're about to enter into the online application phase, you get a notice/warning that: all your computer belong to us. All your memory, network, any other computer on network and said other computer's memory, etc. It all belong to us. Zig!

So, y'know, you have to go to the library for any and all such job apps.

******
Speaking of privacy and the Fifth Amendment, my new response to the eventual Thugocracy knock on the door shall be: I have nothing to hide, and EVERYTHING TO PROTECT. Come back with a warrant.

******

I'm pretty sure there's a very pointy seat cushion in purgatory for me.
Don't ask.

*****

Oh yeah, I forgot: "Facebook Seppukoo" is like, totally crashing my web hits since Monday. Seems the holidays have driven a lot of folks to the social media suicide quest for peace and quiet. Go here if you're one of them.


Jan 5, 2010

The Chart I've Been Looking For: the Tipping Point

Reached it in 2007 and the shadow-players knew it. Knew they had the numbers to make it a close election and had the operatives in ACORN and friendly judges to pull the last strings and fix the close precincts. Those voting their own interest, their own largesse, are in the majority. We're there, it seems. That point of place and time where there are more singular people taking from the common purse than are adding to it (by jobs, not by amounts).

It's a voters' tipping point from which I fear we will not recover. Be sure to note the steady climb of that graph, and consider the dip in the graph during the Reagan years, and the conspicuous growth since. Why it's almost as though they are ALL in on the deal, and I'm ashamed to consider what political expediencies were foisted upon us by our own so-called Conservative legislators and executives.

Our republic? It's dead, Jim:

UPDATE: Good. I'm glad to see some commenters re-aligning my thinking on this, cuz I need some reassurance. Still, just thinking about the gov't and city sector pensioners and all other seniors and beneficiaries of the common weal, and I'm dubious, peeps. Seriously doubtful we can march it back from the trend.

Jan 4, 2010

Yeah, Pretty Much.

Possibly the worst work-day of the year. Best to back off the caffeine and keep pointy, stabby objects at home.

Jan 2, 2010

It's Always Almost Always Good To Laugh

I think they'll be laughing 40 years hence:

Lifted from neo-neocon, who like me, laughs in her sleep!

Jan 1, 2010

Blue Moon

Last night I prepared a simple meal of barbeque chicken sammies and fried sweet potato pankcakes. While that was simmering, the JR and I went next door and stole our neighbor's fire pit and fire wood and put it in our own backyard, got a rippin' fire going, set up chairs, fixed plates and drinks and watched the moon sashay its way up into the sky, seemingly skipping from one bank of scudding, silver clouds to the next.

Our neighbors finally came over and as the night fell deeper into the yard, the skies cleared enough to do a bit of star-gazing and enjoy some quiet conversation. Lovely DIL brought a book to read by moonlight, and our son, weary from a long day of fine chef'ing, brought his pipe and the four of us settled into our chairs with a good will and long sighs.

For a short while we broke out some tame fireworks and amused ourselves by just chunking a whole bunch of them into the fire pit. Poor Pepper Dog refused to join us and lay panting and quaking in the bathroom. (She's still exhausted this morning, poor girl.)

Then, wondering at the unfamiliar orientation of our new home and seeking out our favorite stars began in earnest. But between trees and clouds we only managed to spy Orion and The Pleiades and Polaris. So Paul decided to go online with his iPhone and grab an astronomy application. Point the phone at the sky and . . . wow! It's all there: the constellations, stars and planets from your exact location. We had guessed at Mars' red rising in the East, through the barren branches, vying with the gorgeous moon for some attention. But the sky to the south was so bright from ambient light that we wondered at the one bright star until we were informed that it was Sirius, the rest of his pack occluded by the lights and trees.

A few more logs on the fire was enough to unevenly roast our toes while our backs grew chilled, and so we went another round of drinks and then called it a night by 10:00 p.m.

I hope to look back on the last day of the last decade as a sort of hunkering down, a deepening of the Real and True and Beautiful; a special moment and place with family when what was important was to be all those things in the quiet of the looming night.

Yesterday was a dream and tomorrow is still a vision.

Stir the fire. . .