December 20th, 2011

#3112: Actual Earth-size planet spotted by Kepler

One's a bit bigger than Earth and one's a bit smaller. But of course these planets orbit too close to their primary even to have atmospheres much less water.

The article doesn't say which star, though.

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Reindeer meat for the low-low price of $80 per pound, and it's sold out thanks to the efforts of econazis.

The econazis had intended to get people to complain to the store selling it--not about the price, but about the fact that they were selling meat. The publicity led to the store selling every last can of the stuff.

...have to wonder how many of the sales were driven by spite: "I'm sick of those animal rights idiots telling me what I can and can't eat! I'll shell out the £15 for a tin!"

Either way, it's f-in' hilarious when econazi crap backfires like this.

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You don't make preparations like this if you have confidence that everything will be fine. Headline: "Evacuation plan for Brits in Spain amid warning euro collapse could leave them stranded".

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Let's just get on with the DOOM!, shall we?

China ain't looking too hot these days.

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I've got news for all you Obama supporters out there: Obama's not nearly as smart as everyone says he is. VDH FTW:
...I am searching for a shred of evidence to substantiate this image of singular intellectual power and known erudition. For now, I don’t see any difference between Bush’s Yale/Harvard MBA record and Obama’s Columbia/Harvard Law record — except Bush, in self-deprecation, laughed at his quite public C+/B- accomplishments that he implied were in line with his occasional gaffes, while Obama has quarantined his transcripts and relied on the media to assert that his own versions of “nucular” moments were not moments of embarrassment at all.
And "In short, the myth of Obama’s brilliance was based on his teleprompted eloquence, the sort of fable that says we should listen to a clueless Sean Penn or Matt Damon on politics because they can sometimes act well."

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Sean Penn shows that he has all the class of a typical commutard.

Sean Penn, realizing he's talking to Maria Conchita Alonso, says to her, "I don't want to talk to you. You speak badly about me. You insult me on TV."

What a whiner. "Boo hoo hoo, someone said something bad about me, boo hoo hoo!" I can't wait until I'm an ultra-famous superrich entertainer so I can get all butthurt when someone tells the truth about me in public.

(When will that be, exactly? Hell, I don't know. It's on the list.)

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I need to clean, and do laundry, and guess what?

#3113: MORE cleaning!

Turns out that my sister-in-law and brother may actually be coming down here Christmas Eve...so I've been cleaning the house.

I started with the kitchen--dishes, mainly--then moved into the dining room, which NEEDED cleaning. It's still not 100% but it's about as good as I can get it without re-packing all the shit my sister dragged out in May. My few remaining papers and things on the dining table can be moved to a chair or other location pretty quickly, so that'll work fine.

My brother-in-law had surgery on Monday, as mentioned previously; he spent Monday night in the hospital and was supposed to be released today, so it was decidedly not an "outpatient" procedure and it's extremely doubtful they'll be traveling at all. In fact, my brother's family is mulling a road trip to Louisiana for New Year's, which sounds very nice. I wish them well. I sure as hell don't want to make that drive.

(But the fireworks.... We can't have everything.)

Doubtful that my niece will be here for Christmas, either. Life sucks, get an f-ing helmet, etc. I guess I'll have to give her a call soon.

Still don't know exactly what's going down on Christmas Day, either, but I am definitely going to church at 10:30 AM on Sunday, so that's part of the day spoken for already.

...my brother is resisting coming down here for Christmas Eve but I sent an e-mail to my sister-in-law reminding her of Christmas Eve 2009, when I had to drive up there because my brother was gonig to be "sooo lonely" on Christmas Eve "without any of his family around", because he had to be on call that day. I discussed it at the end of this post.

We left here at 6 PM on Christmas Eve and drove up to my brother's place--a two hour drive--to get there around 8:30, and my sister-in-law and the kids didn't get home until 10:30; and to make matters worse, Mom, my sister, and I then got home at 3 AM on Christmas Day.

...so I think it's my brother's turn to "cooperate", if you know what I mean.

Still, I ordered pies, and I'm gonna make more apple crisp, and if I have to I'll get out some chicken breasts and make lemon-pepper chicken and mashed potatos and some kind of vegetable, and then have some PIE! afterwards. Besides, I'm getting Cinnabons later this week when I go to pick up the pies. Thank God: the one in Merrilville is still there! Woohoo!!!

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I've also figured out what I want to do about the outdoor lights, so I'll probably attend to that Wednesday. Thursday is probably when I'll go get pies and Cinnabons. Friday--final cleanup and miscellany; then it's pretty much all downhill from there.

And welcome 2012 and pray to God it doesn't suck as much as 2009, 2010, or 2011 did.

*sigh*