September 10th, 2010

#2278: WTF, Kiss X Sis?

Ep 5. WTF.

When I was in 6th grade, the class had a one-week trip to a dude ranch up in NW Illinois called White Pines Ranch. Apparently the place still exists and functions, as one of my nephews went there when he was in 6th grade.

Anyway: back in 1979, because we got a late start leaving, the teachers wanted to try to make the drive back without stopping. So there I was, in the second seat back from the front, hunched over, because I really needed to pee. The worse it got, the more I concentrated on just trying to hold it in.

Then one boy's clear soprano voice sung out gleefully, from the back of the bus, "Look at the wee-wee!"

No, it wasn't mine. I don't know whose it was. But oh Lord was I grateful, because we stopped at the next rest area. I bolted for the bathroom.

There were two scenes in ep 5 of Kiss X Sis where that kid's cheerful announcement are warranted.

It wasn't enough to show poor Miharu Mikuni wetting her panties; no--they had to show it twice; the first time was a "delusion". The second time I hoped it was another "delusion" but no, it had to go and be real.

Those Japanese, I tell you.... I like them, but cripes, they're fucked up.

Then Keita is mopping up the inevitable puddle with a washcloth and wringing it out into a bucket--well, WTF, they knew they were locked in the PE storage shed, and he knew she had to go, so why didn't he just turn his back and have her use the damn bucket? It would have been embarassing for her, but it would have been better than the humiliation of wetting her panties, wouldn't it?

Fortunately, justice is served: at the end of the episode, Keita has received a much-justifed beating at the hands of Miharu. WTF, it was his fault she was locked in the storage shed with him in the first place; he didn't have to drag her along with him.

It was a good episode, and funny, but I cringed a bit at some of it. I feel sorry for Miharu; she's just an innocent bystander who somehow always gets caught in the bullshit with Keita and his sisters.

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I've finished Arakawa Under the Bridge and it looks like they set it up for a sequel. I don't know if that's good or bad.

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In the "tragic story" department, I fell asleep around 11:30 AM and slept until 7. I suck.

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...I really have no idea what the hell they're doing to Exchange street. They've scraped it down to soil and are putting in new gravel. They're replacing culverts. Most of the side streets have asphalt ramps rather than compacted gravel. Today I saw them taking out part of a curb and digging a trench in someone's front lawn.

At least I now know the source of the irregular bass beat that was bothering me; it's one of those vibrating compactors they use in tight quarters, where they can't get the steamroller. This one's perhaps 18" or 24" square and is affixed to the end of an excavator; and when it's running it sounds like some dipshit in a riced-out Honda with too little intellect and too many subwoofers.

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Well: this coming Monday will be 4 weeks since I sent in my FOID card app. Not that I'm counting or anything.

#2279: Interesting statistic on radiation exposure.

One of the things to bear in mind is that the limits for radiation exposure are very pessimistic. How pessimistic?
Scientists said that, despite the public perception, radiation is a weak carcinogen. Dr. Ethel S. Gilbert, who served as a committee member for the National Academies' report on radiation health risks, explained that people often fail to distinguish between high and low doses. "They think that if you get exposed, it's bad," she said. "It's hard to understand that the dose is important." Gilbert described what researchers know about an exposure of 0.1 sieverts, which is more than 50 times the average annual dose of an American nuclear-power employee. From the industry perspective, such a dose is high, but not in terms of health effects. "Out of one hundred people exposed to 0.1 sieverts, we would expect one cancer from that exposure," Gilbert said. "But there would also be forty-two people who would get cancer for other reasons."
Emphasis is mine. As usual.

The regulations assume that any exposure to radiation is bad for you, and cumulative. But the thing is, we evolved in a radioactive world. Just sitting in your average house at sea level, you're exposed to about 0.001 sieverts of radiation per year. If you live in a cave, it's more, because the very rock itself is radioactive. Dirt contains uranium and thorium and a bunch of other stuff, in concentrations that are not economical to extract. That's why energy-efficient homes can have a problem with radon: radon is a decay product of uranium.

"The dose makes the poison", goes the old saying; the technical term is hormesis. Below a certain level, we are finding, exposure to ionizing radiation can be beneficial; completely eliminating all exposure to radiation would probably lead to illness!

Of course, this doesn't mean everyone should go expose themselves to whatever ionizing radiation they can possibly find. Those safety regulations are there--and very pessimistic at that--for a reason: we don't really know what the limits are.

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RightNetwork? Where the hell do I sign up?

Hee hee hee, this is going to drive the liberals absolutely bugfuck.

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Geithner is trying to tell us that the economy isn't recovering because of Republican obstruction. That's right: the Democrats still control the House of Representatives, and they still have a plurality in the Senate (59 votes IIRC) but it's the Republicans who are standing in the way.

Just like it was the Republicans who stood in the way of ObamaCare?

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China is wrestling with the law of unintended consequences. "One Child Per Family" has brought out a whole bunch of socioeconomic problems that no one in the Politburo foresaw.

...gee, who would have expected that? 9_9

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When I was in college, some of my classmates made jokes about becoming truck drivers. At the time a place called "TrainCo" was advertising for students on local channels, and whenever some of these guys would mess up on a test they'd say ruefully, "Time to call TrainCo!"

...looking back at it now, I probably would have been a hell of a lot better off if I'd decided against getting a degree and had instead gone to truck driving school. Of all the times I've been unemployed since I began my technical career, regardless of how well or poorly the economy was doing, not once was there ever a dearth of ads seeking truck drivers. Not once. And even now, when I look at the want ads, there are all kinds of ads seeking truck drivers.

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People who loved Obama feel used and cheated. AAHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA....

Best part: the writer wants a President who feels her pain. She doesn't care if he knows how to do anything useful as long as he can emote well. HAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA....

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I didn't need any "study" to tell me that buying a hybrid is a bad investment.

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So that second OP theme for To Aru Majutsu no Index that I said I didn't like? It grew on me.

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I'm not even sure how long I've been awake. The past few days, I have not been sleeping regularly. The Xanax I took Wednesday really screwed up my sleep schedule, not that it was any great shakes to begin with. I think I got up around 7:30 PM last night, but I can't remember if I had a nap or not, so I have no idea how long I've been awake. I only know that I'm tired.

Pretty sure I didn't go to sleep after I got up, though; I went out for Chinese and had that, then watched anime. Didn't I? According to the post on Kiss X Sis ep 5, I didn't nap last night. Okay.

I played WoW a lot last night. Basically once I was done with the anime and the blogging, I started up WoW and just kept going and going until about 9-ish or so. Erogami added a couple levels and I worked on power-leveling blacksmithing.

That being the case, I guess I've been awake for 16 hours.

But: around 8-ish I put on shoes and went out for a walk, as I've been trying to do every morning. Today I made two laps of the construction: my street to Main street and back, twice. That's about a mile, all told, and it kept me moving for 15-20 minutes. It felt great.

Anyway, they're expanding and deepening the trench I mentioned in yesterday's main post. The last time I walked past it, it had been dug about 6 feet deep and a similar distance wide. The guy operating the excavator was carefully digging around the PVC pipe which carries the telephony cables. (Dang, the human nervous system is an amazing thing.)

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In 2004, when I was working on the '86 Fiero's engine, I needed precision measuring tools to figure out WTF was going on with the thing and what would need machining. So I got stuff from Harbor Freight: micrometers, telescope gauges, a digital caliper. And I keep them on my desk. So when I cleaned the desk the other day, I dusted off their boxes. Whee!

I haven't used them since I checked the wear of that engine's valves and guides. I didn't need them when I did the Escort engine, because--other than the rust in the #3 cylinder--it was in good shape.

Still, I like having 'em. It makes me feel like I know what I'm doing. Heh.

#2280: I'm not alone!

Whattapundit over at is also stocking up for "the zombie apocalypse".

Peanut butter--that hadn't occurred to me. (SPAM had.) Raisins--and other dried fruit--is another good idea. I have been thinking about staving off starvation; I haven't been thinking much about nutritional balance.

Of course, I'm planning for a moderate emergency in which I'll be able to trade for other things, not a total breakdown of society. In a "total breakdown" scenario I'd probably be raided by whatever warlord rose to dominance over the Chicago Southland.

If you're planning for an EMP attack, a generator probably won't do you any good, because anything you might need electricity for will probably be fried anyway. Anything more complicated than an incandescent lamp, anyway. (I'm not really planning for one; I think the eastern seaboard or the western seaboard are much more likely targets for that. Particularly the Washington-Boston-New York corridor. Hit that with an EMP burst and we're in trouble.) (Maybe I should go get a generator.)

But it doesn't hurt to have other things besides beans and rice. Those will keep body and soul together, but man, you'll wish for anything else to eat after enough of it. "Hmm, I wonder if my shoe would taste better than this stuff."

By the way: to avoid suspicious looks from other shoppers, you buy a little bit at a time rather than go hog-wild and stock up on everything in one go. Buying $300 worth of survival supplies at once is a bit like holding up a neon sign: I'm a crazy survivalist! I'm probably carrying a gun RIGHT NOW! It makes people nervous.

So I'll buy peanut butter and SPAM and raisins, and a box of salt, and think about spices, too. And probably, by this time next year, I'll have finished construction of a bunker with armored doors, clear fields of fire, a chemical toilet, radios, and emergency underwear....

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Well, what do you know? There's another double standard!

The notion that Limbaugh somehow has something to do with Terry Jones just because they went to the same high school--WTF. There are a whole bunch of people I went to high school with who I haven't even heard of in 25 years. I've seen perhaps two or three of my classmates (excluding friends) and that is it.

Can I add that I feel no poorer for it? High school was shit and I hated just about everybody in my class. They were all douchebags. (If they had, I don't know, just left me alone, I wouldn't have hated them. But they couldn't do that, because they were douchebags. I doubt that many of them have improved on that standard since.)

I heard Limbaugh talking about this issue this morning, and his discussion of it made me laugh my ass off. This is nothing. It's less than nothing. It's like saying, "George Bush shook hands with one of the 9/11 terrorists once at a campaign rally!" and trying to imply that it's proof that George Bush was the idiot genius clown mastermind behind 9/11 so that Halliburton could get no-bid contracts on reconstructing Iraq.

Obama goes and sits in church listening to Reverend Jeremiah "God Damn America!" Wright for 20 years, that has nothing to do with Obama's politics; but Terry Jones went to high school at the same time as Rush Limbaugh, and that is a conspiracy.


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Obama sez "voter anger could hurt Democrats". Gee, you think so? It wouldn't have anything to do with the way the Democrat Regime rammed all kinds of socialist nonsense down their throats, would it?

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So I'm hearing a lot of good things about Christine O'Donnell...and apparently she's in the same category as Sarah Palin, which is a huge mark in her favor as far as I'm concerned.

The Ruling Class doesn't like her.

Good enough for me!

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Steven Den Beste, in his old USS Clueless days, gave a name to a philosophy I'd held as wise for many a year: "Jacksonian". His encapsulation was pithy: "You leave me alone, I'll leave you alone. You play nice with me, I'll play nice with you. But if you fuck with me, I'll kill you."

Michael Flynn asks, "What kind of country is this that can treat muslims like this?"

He links two articles: one about a pair of Muslims making a Ramadan trip across the US; another about a mosque being built in Pennsylvania. The stories show Americans doing their usual thing: being tolerant and accepting.

Here's the thing: we don't care who you worship or how as long as you're not causing anyone any harm. You want to be a snake-handler? Go for it. You want to take off your clothes and dance around a bonfire in the woods on Beltane? Have a good time; make sure to wear some mosquito repellent. You want to worship Bob in search of ultimate slack and achieving gut blowout? Hey, this is America; we have freedom of religion here. You leave me alone to practice my religion and I'll leave you alone to practice yours.

You want to fly airplanes into office buildings and kill 3,000 people because your holy writings command you to kill, subjugate, or convert all unbelievers? Um...we have a problem, here.

I shamelessly stole that picture from Alan Caruba.

America was willing to let islam have its way in the rest of the world--certainly we weren't prepared to do anything like invade Iraq or Afghanistan to change that, not on 9/10/01. We let things slide because we had bigger things to worry about, and because we don't make a habit of throwing our weight around. America has never been about conquest; if it had been, if we were really as imperialist as the left would have us believe we are, the US would have annexed Japan and Europe and Vietnam and Korea and.... And we did none of that. America was not about empire; it never has been.

But then, you see, islam had to bring the fight to us; and that was a game-changer.

One can imagine the panic in the terror organizations when the US military actually deployed and started coming after them in earnest: WTF they're only supposed to lob a few cruise missiles! Bin Laden, you asshole! (I have to wonder about that: maybe we haven't seen old Osama for so long because someone killed him, due to the shitstorm he brought down on the Taliban. They'd keep it really quiet if they had....)

Prior to 9/11 I didn't give a rat's ass about islam one way or the other. But after, when I really learned what kind of nonsense is in that extrusion they call a "holy book", then I realized that it's a death cult, a totalitarian scheme with a thin veneer of religion, their "holy book" a manual for barbarism and murder and subjugation.

Americans as a whole are not prejudiced against muslims. But they are predjudiced against islam, and with good reason.

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As for me, I feel a lot better now than I did this morning. Which is better than I felt Thursday, and so on.

My stomach has been cramping a lot. The "chest pain" I had the other day turned out to be my stomach. (Drinking some water and having it go away for a bit should have been a freakin' clue.)

I've had that before, when I was under a lot of stress. I think it was sometime in 2001 when I had to leave work and go see the doctor, because it felt like someone had run me through; and she gave me a double dose of antacid and did an EKG to make sure it wasn't anything heart-related. My heart was fine, so she gave me Nexium and put me on a GERD diet.

It's coming from right where the esophagus joins the stomach, which is right under the xiphoid process (just south of the sternum) and it's a crappy feeling. At some point I took a deep breath and something inside went bworg! and it started feeling better. Yeah. "bworg"+"relief"=stomach.

What stress? July wasn't such a great month, what with Mom having to be hospitalized and all. That by itself probably isn't enough; but this construction they're doing on Exchange street makes all kinds of noise. I'm talking about the bass thrum of all the diesel motors and the compactor all running at once. Too much low-frequency noise, and it's ruining my sleep, since I can't sleep at night right now. Argh etc.

Still, I'm glad I've confirmed that it's just my stomach. Even though I was pretty certain it wasn't heart-related, not knowing for sure was worrisome. Now that I know what it is, I can take steps to alleviate it.

[looks at Mountain Dew on desk]