July 22nd, 2010

#2182: Kankakee??

The tracking page finally updatered, and apparently my Aluratek is coming to me all the way from...Kankakee, Illinois.

Kankakee is perhaps a forty-minute drive from here. Maybe an hour, tops. I wonder if that means I'll get the thing tomorrow?

Bah, probably not

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I think this guy thought the drama was real. It'll probably turn out that he thought Hugh Laurie was his boss, and Laurie was just rehearsing...

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Stand up for your rights: It is not illegal to take photographs in a public place and anyone telling you otherwise is wrong.

Note: the grounds of a business is not a public place. If you're in the mall or a store, and a security guard tells you you're not allowed to take pictures, then you have to stop, because you're on someone's land.

But if you're on a public street, it's an entirely different ball game.

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Michelle Malkin discusses the victims of Obama's drilling ban.

We should make sure to always attach Obama's name to it. Ken Salazar is Obama's flunky.

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Alan Caruba talks about the Democrat financial control bill and makes some excellent points about what it's going to do for us.

Limbaugh mentioned Wednesday that the Frank-Dodd bill law makes bond rating companies liable for their ratings, and that said companies are disallowing their ratings to be used to help sell bonds.

Example: say that Mudtown wants to issue bonds for something, and their bond rating is AAA, and they issue $10 million worth of bonds. Now say that something really bad happens--most of the town is leveled by a natural disaster--and the town can't pay back the bonds. Under Frank-Dodd, whatever company gave Mudtown its AAA rating is liable for the loss sustained by the bondholders.

Yeah, that'll help. Thanks, Democrats.

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I needed to refer to a specific ep of Lucky Star over at Wonderduck's place, so I looked up an episode guide. In the process of doing so, I got another epic phrase I'm going to add to my compendium:

"Minoru finally loses it, ranting about how tough his life is on the show, and ruins the studio with his anger." Emphasis mine, to show which phrase I mean.

There's a scene in the Kodomo no Omocha manga where Tsuyoshi-kun's rage has been touched off. He's a kid whose father has anger management issues and it gets bad enough that his mother divorces the guy, leading to drama. Anyway, he's his father's son, though he's a lot less quick to anger. In fact, the only thing that makes him fly off the handle is when the other kids make fun of him for accidentally calling the teacher "mom". He becomes completely uncontrollable and only Hayama can ever stop him.

In the scene I'm thinking of, it's happened again, and he's causing mayhem and laying waste to the classroom, oh! "ruining the classroom with his anger", and he screams, "I'LL DESTROY YOU ALL!" (I use that one a lot when I slaughter a mob in WoW.)

And there's a play, I think by Checkhov, in which a character says, "What a rage I'm in! I'll grind the whole world to powder."

There's a lot of good ways to say "I'm pissed off!" without resorting to foul language.

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Thinking about that KFC "fill up box" I got Wednesday afternoon--it cost about as much as a Big Mac value meal does, yet I ended up having part of it as a midnight snack. You can't do that with a Big Mac meal.

And this is me we're talking about, a guy who can eat two Big Macs at a single sitting. For whom a Big Mac meal is "adequate".

And the food is pretty good, and not highly processed. I mean, you can't make a chicken breast out of shredded chicken. (Well, you can, but why would you?) The potato wedges have texture and bite to them as if they are just sliced potatos, and not extruded from a machine. The most highly processed item in the box was the biscuit, for crying out loud.

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There was a scene in Star Trek: The Next Generation which I really liked, and umpteen years later I still chuckle when I think of it.

Picard is about to beam down somewhere and is talking fondly about how he used to build models of spaceships in bottles. He's bemused to find that no one else ever did it and is clearly feeling a bit embarassed when Chief O'Brian says helpfully, "Oh, I did, sir."

Picard turns, looks at the chief, and says, "Thank you, Mr. O'Brian."

After Picard is beamed down, Riker gives O'Brien a skeptical look, and O'Brian says defensively, "I did! I really did! Building ships in bottles? Oh, great fun."

I think that was the first episode where Colm Meany's character actually had a name. Of course Chief Petty Officer Miles O'Brian later went on to be the chief engineer of Deep Space Nine.

I note that--in general--Star Trek almost universally concentrates on officers; there is virtually no mention ever of any enlisted classes on Federation starships. But there have to be such people; a military which is all officers and no soldiers is a poor way to run things because you never want to assign a highly trained specialist to a janitor's billet unless you have no other choice.

The conceit of having the top officers of a ship go do dangerous things is just that--a conceit--because if your story is about James Kirk and Spock and Bones you don't want to have them aboard ship while Billy, Bob, and Frank go down to the planet and beat up the Klingons and sleep with the hot green alien women. It's decidedly not how things would be done in a real military organization.

Kirk would have been reprimanded a number of times for leaving his post as captain of the Enterprise and placing himself in danger; but that's too remote, too detached for television.

There are plenty of situations where the captain would be expected to leave the ship and go do things--certain diplomatic situations come to mind--but no one wants to watch people sit around a conference table and discuss tariff and excise policy for an hour.

Point is, I don't blame them for doing it. Star Trek would have been about as interesting as C-SPAN if it had been totally realistic.

But I think there could be a series, set in the Trek universe, about enlisted crew aboard a starship. They wouldn't see the big stuff, or necessarily know what was going on, but you could get a hell of a lot of drama and action out of their lives. (Think Band of Brothers...in space.) Done correctly this could be a really neat series.

It doesn't have to be set in the Trek universe, though that one lends itself best to the idea since you've already got a nice, deep, well-established canon from which to draw. It should not be set on an Enterprise (not any of them) nor should it depend on existing characters; it should be a fresh start and any showing of existing characters should be as cameos. ("Look, I think that's Jean-Luc Picard!" "I'm-a get his autograph." "Don't be stupid. Sit down and eat your gagh.")

How much you want to bet that gagh is only a Klingon delicacy because--long ago--someone challenged someone else to eat it: "I bet you won't eat these live worms!" "If I do, I get to punch you in the face!" "Ha! Ha! Ha! You're on!" *nom* "These worms taste good! And now..." *punch* "Ha! Ha!" ...and a good time was had by all.

Klingons. *rolleyes* I agree with Q: no wonder the Federation beat them.

#2183: Yes, because ALL LIFE must be exactly the same as Earth's.

Follow the photosynthesis to find alien life.

No. Sorry. You're going to find alien life in strange places living under strange conditions, and you're going to have to figure out how the hell it can possibly survive under those conditions.

This kind of terracentric thinking annoys me.

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A dirty environment helps prevent allergies and asthma. I've been saying this for years. All the kids I knew in school who had allergies came from homes which could have been used as emergency operating rooms, they were so clean.

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Look at what Al Gore learned from being Bill Clinton's vice president for eight years.

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Look at the graph and don't read the article because the article is written by a pro-government anti-business moron.

The graph shows the average length of unemployment over the past 40 or so years.

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This is why--when the seat belt sign is illuminated--you stay in your seat with your seat belt fastened. That's also why you keep your belt fastened whenever you're in your seat even if the sign is off.

The 30 people who were injured will sue, of course.

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I LOL at the depiction here of Tom Nutsack Vilsack.

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This is the kind of thought which pervades the mainstream media. And we're supposed to believe it's right-wing? Or even centrist?

Then again, if my ass was routinely getting kicked in the ratings by someone, I'd probably advocate their destruction, too. Fox News pwns all! Suck it, bitches!

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Liberals certainly are good at hating people who disagree with them.

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The smoking gun! Ann Coulter FTW: "This is what 'racism' has come to in America. Democrats are in trouble, so they say 'let's call conservatives racists.' We always knew it, but the Journolist postings gave us the smoking gun."

In their own words, no less. Heheheheh.

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The left will attack this man as an "Uncle Tom"; don't you worry about that. A "self-hating black man". He says some intelligent things, critical of Obama, which is why he must be tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail:
...after Obama’s nearly flawless campaign (rattled by the Rev. Jeremiah Wright’s racist rants, but little else), the big surprise one and a half years after Obama’s momentous and truly moving inauguration is the staggering incompetence of his government. Like some Americans, I expected a nanny-state, socialist agenda from Obama & Co. However, I thought that at least they would manage things smoothly and professionally, in somewhat refreshing contrast to the general ineptitude of the detached, tongue-tied Bush-Rove years. Instead, what America and the world have witnessed is an extravaganza of frequent gaffes, blunders, and catastrophes:...
And he goes on to cite examples.

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Thanks to the modern miracle which is the Internet, I know that my Aluratex Libre is "On FedEx vehicle for delivery". I don't know if that means it's going to be delivered today; the latest update for its status came at 6:36 AM and it's now about three hours later. (Then again, I checked its status first thing upon getting on the computer, which was a bit more than an hour ago, and at that time its last update had been at 6:27 AM, "At local FedEx facility". So who knows?)

If it is delivered today, believe me, I will find that perfectly acceptable.

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All I managed to do yesterday was to surf the Internet, read a bit, and sleep a lot. I don't know what's wrong with me; maybe it's just the "dog days" of summer (a bit early) and it's too damn hot outside to do anything constructive, destructive, or just plain structive.

Verdict on goulash with home-grown green peppers: I can't taste any difference. They certainly smelled good while cooking! OMG. But who cares? Mom's goulash is made of delicious, so I think nothing of having a big bowl of that with a thick slice of Ginzo bread for breakfast.

("Ginzo bread": I don't know why Dad called Marconi's Italian bread "Ginzo bread", but he also applied the monicker to parmesan cheese: "Hey, we're out of Ginzo cheese!" He may even have used it to refer to antipasto: "Order some of that Ginzo salad!" Many of my Dad's statements, for some reason, always seem to require an exclamation point. He didn't yell a lot, so I don't know why.)

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Ever see that commercial for some stain-removing product where a guy's at a job interview, and the "talking stain" on his necktie is shouting nonsense over his replies to questions?

Guy: "Well, at my last job, I--"
Stain: "HARRRBABARGA! FARBABABARBARARAABARBA! BARGLEARGLEARBA!"

I thought of that commercial last night, and remembered an incident from my teenage years.

McDonald's employee, via speaker: "Thank you for choosing McDonald's! May I take your order?"
Me: "Yeah, I'd like a--"
My friend Marcus: "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!"
Me: "Shut up! I'd like to get--"
Marcus: "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!"
Me: (now laughing) "SHUT UP! I'd...ha ha...I'd like to--"
Marcus: "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!"

My friend, the talking stain. Probably just as well I haven't seen him since 1994.

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The jalopy's weird brake rattle is back, and I'm going to have to pull the LF tire off again and check it again. The last time I checked it everything was tight, so this time I'm going to have to take it apart and check it.

*sigh*

Not today. It's hot. Probably not before Sunday, in fact. I'll just have to drive the GANGSTA HOOPTY THREATENING SUSPICIOUS JEEP CHEROKEE instead.

Beware, law-abiding citizens of Crete, for THIS WALKS AMONG YE:



Notice the steely-eyed criminal and his dangerous truck! Any mortal being would SHIT HIS PANTS IN FEAR at the sight! But fear not, for the BRAVE POLICE OF CRETE WILL PROTECT YOU FROM THIS RAVENING DEMON!