First up: DMV, where I renewed my driver's license and the plates for the motorcycle, finally. I have not ridden the bike anywhere since August or September; it has not been started nor moved under its own power in six months, in part because its plate expired. (See below.)
Second: to the store for some sundries, and the laundromat for my wife's interviewin' clothes, which she needed for an interview today.
Third: home, where I cut the grass. The back yard was finally dry enough to cut and the front had grown enough to need cutting again. If the back yard had gone any longer I would have needed a hay rake.
Once the grass was cut I turned my attention to the motorcycle, now with valid license plate sticker. First order of business was to get the battery out; then I began looking over all the wiring to see if I could figure out why the bike's electrical system acts like it does. (Near the end of this post is a description.)
I found one loose ground wire, which isn't enough to explain the behavior I'm seeing. Typical. Anyway, I put more acid into the battery--using up all the H2SO4 solution I had left--and added some water to top up the cells, then let the thing sit on the charger all night. Later we'll see how it works. I'm not expecting much, to be honest, so I may not get to ride my motorcycle this week.
That's two batteries I need: one for the tractor and one for the bike. *sigh*
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While working on that I remembered two things from work.
One of the operations managers wanted to motivate us, so he sent out an epop talking about this or that bonus program. In it he used a clipart graphic of money and added words: benjamins! Moolah! ...and so on.
And then, I sent a text to my wife. "Bonus points to the boss for knowing what ducats are."
Then I sent another one: "Minus all of them for spelling it 'duckets'."
And now the number of derelict cars in the parking lot has doubled. Besides the gold Cavalier (which is still there) there is now a maroon Taurus with a flat tire. I suppose it's a good thing that they don't have a hair-trigger towing service, but that Cavalier has been parked there continuously for eight months, and with its driver's window open. The interior must be a festering swamp of mold and fungus by now. I wonder what interesting lifeforms will come out of it in July or August?
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Speaking of interesting lifeforms genetically-modified organisms are not harmful because DNA GETS DIGESTED LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE YOU EAT. (Autoplay warning.)
A variety of corn which is Roundup-resistant isn't going to poison you, cause diabetes, obesity, or autism at rates any greater than normal unmodified corn. This is so because the non-modified corn we eat today is itself the result of thousands of years of genetic modification through purposeful, selective breeding; it's no more natural than GM corn is.
I am entirely unsurprised at this news. I'm not surprised because our digestive tracts are designed to deal with all kinds of foreign proteins and other things; the presence of rattlesnake DNA in a tomato is not going to cause us any more distress than rattlesnake DNA in rattlesnake soup would. The proteins that rattlesnake DNA code for aren't harmful to us. ("What about the poison?" You can safely drink rattlesnake venom as long as you don't have an ulcer; you need to keep it out of your blood, but your stomach acid will neutralize it. So, here's a safety tip: don't mainline GMO crops.)
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I am really having a hard time with this. McCain is facing a primary challenge in Arizona, and it's not looking good for him.
I'm having a hard time with this because it's long past time for McCain to retire and I'm starting to feel the Schadenfreude.
McCain has long been a RINO, someone who the media fawned over because he's a so-called "moderate" Republican. That's why McCain was nominated in 2008, and that's why he lost the election.
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In yesteday's post I talked about why the "boy in a girl's body" might not prompt erections in actual boys:
Have you seen what a "boy trapped in a girl's body" usually looks like? These deluded girls usually do not look very feminine, having taken great pains to look as much like boys as possible. I'm trying to figure out if that makes much of a difference when you're fifteen and have never seen a naked female outside of pictures, though, and you're suddenly presented with the sight of real breasts and vulva. Denninger might be absolutely correct, here.So now look here for a story about a girl who is using the boys' bathroom because she is delusional. That's exactly typical of what a "boy in a girl's body" looks like.
Just read this and tell me it makes sense to you:
There were practical issues. When he had his period, he wondered if he should revert to the girls' bathroom, because there was no place to throw away his used tampons. But he had started feeling like an intruder in the girls' bathroom, and the single bathrooms were so far out of the way it was hard to get to class on time.Here's a hint: BOYS DO NOT MENSTRUATE.
So he stuck with the boys' bathroom.
"I use a stall, and I wait till everybody's gone to get up and leave," Mr. Jackson said. "The guys, they look at me like I'm some kind of freak, or they're concerned or scared."
"The guys, they look at me like I'm some kind of freak," she says. NEWS FLASH! You are a girl and you don't belong in the boys' bathroom! Guess what that makes you?
But I have to remind myself: Nero appointed his horse to the Senate. This is a symptom.
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Speaking of tragically delusional people, John F'in Kerry says that the American effort in Afghanistan is a success story.
I didn't think it was possible to have a worse Secretary of State than Hillary Clinton. Wow.
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I agree. Paraphrased: It seems to me that if there were no inflation, wage increases would be keeping up with the pace of inflation.
Only they're not.
Related: I didn't need to see this chart to know it was happening. "[G]as prices for the average joe are almost 50% higher than would be expected given the low oil prices."
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The TSA is basically grouping targets for terrorists. All it takes is one lunatic in an explosive vest. Denninger points out: "[T]here just aren't very many terrorists willing to die for their putrid 'cause' or the TSA waiting area in every airport in America would be a mass of blown up bodies, glass and metal."
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Go all the way to the bottom or read the whole thing, but what prompted me to link to this is the "updated update" about how the Department of Homeland Security is helping the Peoples' Republik of Illinoistan with massage therapy license enforcement.
...because if someone is doing massage therapy without a license, well, the terrorists have won!
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I haven't seen Civil War yet, but I'd like to see it and then this version, too. Wouldn't that be cool?
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Yesterday was a pretty day but chilly. Looks like today and tomorrow are going to be about the same, which is fine. This has been a pretty chilly spring; come to think of it the last few have been like that. I recall, around 1998 or 1999, seeing trees flowering on my birthday, but those same trees don't seem to bloom before June. Of course, 1998 was the hottest year EVER (except for every year since!) so I suppose I should not believe my own lying eyes but instead trust in the experts. Right?
Two weeks since the anode got replaced, and the hot water smells faintly of rust but still no hydrogen sulfide. What I should probably do is to turn off the water supply entirely and let the water heater drain all day (perhaps when Mrs. Fungus and I are at work) in order to completely clean the thing out, because the Fungal Vale does use well water and it gets rusty pretty easily.
Speaking of which--
On my way from DMV to store yesterday, I happened to notice that a water tower has gone missing. At least, I think it has; out by the bike path through the woods there used to be one, and when I drove through that area yesterday I didn't see it.
I was looking for it only because whenever I go through that area I usually mistake one intersection for another further on. There's one stop sign, and the water tower is a landmark near that stop sign; yesterday I drove through the first intersection and--as usual--wondered if I'd run the stop sign. Well, no water tower, I thought; but then I realized that I couldn't see the water tower in the distance, either. When I did get to the intersection with the water tower, I got distracted by an idiot driver, and forgot to look for it. (Good prioritization, though: the idiot driver is more of a threat than the presence or absence of a water tower. And, yeah, I did stop for the stop sign.)
I wonder how long it's been gone. If it is gone, that is.