September 20th, 2011

#2951: I feel like crapzor

The saga continues. I'm now into the phase where I am going for 4-6 hours at a time and sleeping 2 hours between spurts. This has the effect of:

1) Making me extremely irritable

2) Making me extremely tired

3) Making me extremely inefficient

I nearly fell asleep twice on the way home from my brother's house on Sunday; and I don't think it's going to get better anytime soon.

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Zombie's got pictures from the Day of FAIL.

Partway down is a picture of a woman who has written "free Bradley Manning" (whoever the hell that is) on her chest.

You know that one character, Ms. Choksondicks, from South Park? This woman has boobs like hers. *vomit*

And this is the best quote, speaking of these morons' tendency to wear Fawkes masks:
How hypocritical is it to wear a plastic toy, designed and licensed by the Warner Brothers corporation, and manufactured in a polluting slave-labor Chinese factory, to advertise a mainstream Hollywood film, starring overpaid actors, the profits from which will go to corporate shareholders, and yet you think that by doing this you're somehow anti-capitalist and anti-authoritarian?
Because, man! Because that guy in the movie, you know, the guy who played Agent Smith and Elrond, dude! He was all about blowing those fuckers up, you know? So it's irony, man!


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We're DOOM!ed.

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Maher and Moore are racists. Why are you surprised? Half the policies that liberals advance are racist, or predicated on racist principles. These two guys are just not smart enough to keep their racism to themselves, is all.

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Major atlas is "wrong" about extent of ice on Greenland. "Wrong" is being generous; if they were saying there was more ice than actually exists the guys on the other side would be saying that the Times atlas is lying about the issue.

Go to the link provided in that article and you find, among other things, this quote:
A spokesperson for HarperCollins said its new map was based on information provided by the US National Snow and Ice Data Center (NSIDC).

"While global warming has played a role in this reduction, it is also as a result of the much more accurate data and in-depth research that is now available," she said.

"Read as a whole, both the press release and the 13th edition of the Atlas make this clear." they could get "information" from experts but no one thought to compare this data to recent satellite images?

Global warming is real and happening right now! The computer models say so! REALITY IS WRONG!!!


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Brian Dunbar discusses how much a single F-35, costing $111 million, can buy for other armed services...and the comments add some other information which is equally true of the thing.

Problem number one: "cost plus". The US government doesn't go to the aerospace industry saying, "We need a plane that will do X, and we think your Model Y will do it." Oh no.

Further, the aerospace industry doesn't come up with proposals for new aircraft and say, "Hey, US Government! We have this new airplane we want to sell you!" Oh, no.

What happens is, the armed forces decide that their current toys aren't cool enough, so they get together with contractors to develop something cooler by committee. The result is a hideously expensive boondoggle of an aircraft which has to do everything because there is simply not enough money in the world for the US armed forces to get fancy new airplanes that are mission-specific. Doing everything means more cost, of course.

No business can stay in business by developing hyper-expensive new products few people will want for free; so they get the government to pay their development costs, plus a modest profit. This guarantees two things; first, that the contractor has absolutely no incentive to control costs; second, that the resulting product can be a god-awful extrusion costing $200 million per copy and the US government is stuck buying them because of the investment it's made in developing them.

That's problem number two: "jack of all trades". Because the damn plane costs so much to develop and purchase, all the armed forces have to use them...and all the armed forces therefore must add their mission requirements to the design. The Air Force wants a fast airplane that can bomb targets from 34,000 feet; the Navy needs an airplane that can handle carrier operations; the Marines want something that can handle close-in support, like antitank operations.

You can make an airplane do all that. It will be hideously complex and cost a lot more than three separate airplanes would cost; but because jet aircraft are expensive anyway there's no way for the military to justify buying three different airplanes when they have to explain what they're doing to congresscritters who know absolutely nothing about the differing roles that aircraft play in combat, and don't care, who are much more concerned about bringing jobs to their districts even if it makes absolutely no fucking economic or military sense whatsoever.

...which leads to problem number three, that the whole thing is a gigantic load of horseshit, and I'm in such a crappy mood it would take too much effort to keep the entire discussion from devolving into a string of profanity. To hell with it.

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"Hi, this is Scott with the Carpet Cleaners. Now, don't hang up; I'll just take a second. We're--"


You had your second, Scott. You had five of them, in fact, before I hung up. Piss off.

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Gorgeous day outside, and I'm chained to the phone because I have to call people and talk to people and wait for people to call me. I can live with that, but I have to get the grass cut sometime before it starts snowing, fer crissakes....

#2952: Man, I'm in a bad mood

Yeah, yeah, "What else is new?" Fuck you.

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The New Mexico Chainsaw Rebellion. I am so fucking tired of the federal government trying to run everything, that alone is reason for me to stand up and cheer for these guys, irrespective of every other issue at stake in this imbroglio.

Og had a link to this which had a link to the above story, and the best part of it is the Otero County Sheriff telling the fucking feds that he'd arrest them if they arrested anybody for cutting down trees.

In an overgrown forest.


Oh yeah, you just have to let the forest burn, and let your houses and businesses burn with it, because you can't cut down a tree! You might upset some stupid piece of crap woodpecker or owl that was seen there in 1982 and which probably died 20 years ago any-fucking-way!

This shit--which actually started with Abraham Fucking Lincoln--needs to be stopped, damn it.

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I quite literally laughed out loud at seeing the Google graph of the DJIA this afternoon:

That is no movement right there.

Computerized trading has broken the speed-of-light barrier! That's right! Electrons are now traveling backwards in time to enable people to make trades based on what the price of a stock will be 0.18 seconds from now. Scientists hope to expand this interval to something a human being can react to in real time.

Being able to sell your stock before you decide to has a marvelous benefit; it allows you to sell at peak value rather than risk selling before or after the peak, when you'd get less money for your stock. "Oh damn, Yahoo! is starting to tank! Yes, I want to sell my stock fifteen seconds ago!"

In the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series, Douglas Adams has a thing about "bistromathics". The crew has to go somewhere, so they get aboard a ship that has an FTL drive based on bistromathics...and the inside of the ship looks like a quaint Italian restaurant.

It feels kind of like a derivative work to come up with a story centered on a time machine that's constructed to look like a stock exchange, using "finomathics", so I'm not going to bother writing it.

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It's odd, but I've come to appreciate that cheap sour cream and onion potato chips generally taste better than the name brands, like Frito-Lay's and Jay's.

The name brands slather their chips with plenty of artificial flavor, because they cost $4 per bag and they can manage that handily. The cheap guys don't use as much flavoring...and because of that you can taste the potato, not just onion! and sour cream! and SALT!

So I spent less than half what I would have spent on the bag of Lay's that I picked up last night at the store...and I'm happier with the flavor. Go figure.

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I had an occasion to try regular old diet Pepsi on Sunday. I was nearly out of Pepsi Max, so I nicked a can of diet from my brother and refilled my bottle for the trip home.

It tastes like regular Pepsi, with the flat "finish" typical of diet drinks, but not as pronounced as that of Pepsi Max.


I'm not kidding. Maybe it's just because I haven't had regular Pepsi in about three weeks, but it doesn't quite taste like diet. Unlike Pepsi One, which is hideously bad and tastes like the original diet Pepsi, circa 1977. (Or whenever it first came out.)

So at the store last night I bought a six-pack of diet, a six-pack of Max, and a six-pack of diet Dew...and I think I like the plain diet Pepsi the best.

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Despite my fatigue and general pissed-off-ness, I managed to get the grass cut. I got the tractor out, saw that it had no gas in it, and then put it right back away so I could go get a can of gas. Did that, filled it, cut the grass.

Got the pusher out, trimmed; then got my weed whacker out. I had to dig out a pot of 2-cycle oil to make fresh fuel because it all got used up; fueled the thing and--as usual--had the devil's own time getting the bitch started even though I know how to start it now. (10 presses of the primer, not 3. Shit.)

But it started, and then I went around the house whacking weeds with it until the string was worn away. That'll have to do.

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I don't have much else to discuss. I'm tired and grouchy and I need a shower, but it's nice outside and I'd like to ride my motorcycle a bit before I do anything else. So I think I will.

#2953: That's better

And what a strange feeling it is, to be riding my motorcycle in the dark and not be freezing my ass off. Incredible!

Every time I accelerated away from a stop--every time--I expected the wind chill to set in and braced myself for it...and then was surprised when the wind blowing past me didn't suck all the heat right out of me.

I came > < that close to paying a surprise visit to Sailor V, but then I decided I wasn't ready to ride 55 MPH all the way from Route 1 to Route 50. I can find another way there (that doesn't require that extreme) but I'd prefer to do that in daylight anyway; so he got a reprieve.

Anyway it's not as good as an hour at the range, making holes in paper; but I no longer feel like I could chew thorium and spit mushroom clouds, so it'll do.

I'm gonna have to adjust the clutch in that thing, though. When it's cold, it's fine, but after it's heated up a bit the thing is a pain. I noticed that my shifts were perfect when I was first starting out, but after 40 minutes of riding my shifts were getting worse. When I got home, I noticed that the "pressure point" was too close to full release of the lever.

When I have time for it, I'll do that at the same time I change the oil. But that ain't gonna be soon because of the funeral service stuff I'm dealing with, and I have to neaten up the house, and I have to do a bunch of other things.

I'm still leaning away from making the trek to New Hampshire...assuming that I actually have a choice in the matter. I'm not sure I do.

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The Jeep, of course, smells like an orc hooker's thong inside thanks to all the damn rain we've gotten in the past week. Sunday, of course, I got the "tabletop fountain" sound effect from the HVAC system again. I really need to find out what's plugged up and unplug it before winter sets in. Just as soon as I deal with the 50,000,000 other things that are on my plate....

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The grass was one step from requiring a sickle, too. Again, when it rains and rains and rains....

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Walt's has a very nice cheddar with roasted garlic that makes grilled ham-and-cheese a wonderful explosion of flavor. Then again you can get the same effect with the buffalo cheese.

Bonus points to the girl that served me at the deli counter, for taking the slices of cheese and separating them with butcher's paper. This way the cheese doesn't schmooze back together like the T-1000 after being frozen with liquid nitrogen and then shot to pieces; you can actually get one slice out of the package without having to re-slice it.

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So I've been getting robocalls about having won a prize in a contest which has a Lincoln Navigator as a grand prize. I looked up a few key phrases on Google and it turns out this is either an 800 scam or someone trying to sell something; and either way I am completely uninterested.

Mind you--one of the prizes mentioned on-line is a $2,500 Amex card, which would come in handy...but $5 says that even if this is a (semi-)legit advertising deal, I wouldn't get that anyway. And I'm not going to go sit through a sales pitch when I'm totally uninterested in the product offered and can't afford it anyway; not even with the promise that I might walk out of there with free stuff.

Scam or not, I'm not going to waste my time, and I flat-out refuse to run the risk that the 800 number you call forwards your call to some offshore number which charges $24,000 per minute. Since the chances of this being the latter are nonzero, I am not calling them back.

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It's very easy to knock back a bottle of diet Pepsi, I find.

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Last night I churned through the anime download list and got caught up, mostly.

I'm just going to wait until someone posts batch torrents of the summer series I was going to grab, because they're all on eps 10-11 right now. I've been so busy with everything else I've watched anime three times since July.

Motorcycle stuff, WoW, Bible study, friends, etc--all stuff that makes me happy--so entertainment has scarcely been necessary.

So my hard drive is filling up and the list of unwatched anime gets longer and longer, and still I'm not watching very much of it.

I've been thinking about writing up a weekly schedule for myself to follow. Dishes this day, clean bathroom that day, vaccum the other...and include "anime night" along with "Bible study night" and such. That way I might actually get things done.

...but it's not the way to bet.