September 18th, 2019

#6853: Is that a pancake in your pocket, or...?

"Just full of pancakes!" The latest foo-raw is apparently a story about how Trump was stealing pancakes and stuffing them into his pocket.

Because, of course, that's what you do with pancakes, purloined or otherwise; you put them in your pocket for later consumption.

*rolleyes*

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Major Democrat donor is arrested after third mysterious overdose in his home.

This is the third time this kind of thing has happened only this time the victim lived, and can testify against the guy.

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So, NYT tried to slime Supreme Court Justice Kavanaugh--

We interrupt this blog post for the following announcement:

Had a phone interview this morning and I got the job. Starts on Monday and it's for more money than the last place was paying, full time, full benefits!

This is a job I applied for on the 16th, it starts on the 23rd, and it's about a 10-minute drive from the bunker.

This honestly must be a case of "it's meant to be" because they were looking for someone living in or around the Fungal Vale, and having a lot of trouble finding someone qualified. So I just scared the hell out of the cats by posing guts-posture and screaming, YEEEEEES! YEEEEEEESSSS!!! YEEEEEESSSSSS!!!! in the hallway.

I will have to do a post on why I was let go from the previous position but that'll have to wait.

We now return to your previously-scheduled blog post, still in progress.

--only it turned out to be a complete radioactive clown show. I really liked this characterization:
NYT: This woman was a victim of Kavanaugh.
Woman: I don't remember that at all.
NYT: Pay no attention to the drunk slut.
NYT has had to publish a correction, which makes sense considering that they left out key pieces of information--such as, you know, evidence that Kavanaugh did not do the thing of which he was accused.

They tried to smear the guy and failed. It wasn't a "mistake" or anything of the sort.

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"A person is smart. People are dumb." More-or-less a quote from Agent K in Men In Black.

With statistics, you can predict the behavior of a crowd of people. You can take a random sample of popuation and determine--with a fair degree of accuracy--how many will die in a given time frame. You cannot tell which individuals will, but you can say, "Out of these 30,000 people, X will be dead in a year's time." You can also, to a lesser degree, predict what they will earn, who will be fired or hired, what they will buy, and how they will spend their leisure time. Not specific people, but on average.

There's nothing new about this.

Marketing, as a sales discipline, is becoming ever more sophisticated. I'm not sure that it's rising to the level of "mind control" just yet, because you cannot tell an individual what to do and make him do it, but it is coming to be a kind of "demographic control" where you can predict how certain sectors of the populace will behave, and react to specific stimuli. And a properly-executed marketing campaign can therefore prompt some demographics to actions you find beneficial.

Notice please that they're not always right. MSNBC took a poll asking about gun control, and the overwhelming response to the question, "Do you think people should be allowed to carry guns in public?" was "Yes! The second amendment guarantees it."

92% of respondents thought so. I doubt MSNBC expected that result.

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Robert Francis "Beto" O'Rourke took the mask off the anti-gun movement. We are now allowed to laugh in the face of anyone who claims, "No one wants to take your guns!"

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Remember this statistic: 4,178 billion kilowatt-hours was the amount of electricity generated in the US in 2018. Understand that there is a vanishingly small amount of electricity stored; it's used as soon as it's generated, so you can assume that figure is the annual energy consumption for the US in 2018.

83% of the power generated in the US comes from coal, oil, gas, and nuclear plants.

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Also for reference I am putting this quote from Karl Denninger, shorn of his usual typographic over-emphasis:
As I write this the UAW is on strike because GM is allegedly making a "lot of money" and they want "their fair share."

The UAW is demanding the spoils of ridiculously overinflated vehicle prices which cannot continue forever and yet the UAW wants a contract that will extend well beyond the point in collapse in ability to pay, and this said "profits", will be made going forward. This will bankrupt GM if they acquiesce down the road with certainty and yet if they do not capitulate the strike continues and, when they burn through inventory, then it really bites them.
Unions do not mind killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. They don't care about whether or not a particular company can remain solvent. Hostess, anyone?

The problem, of course, is that when a union manages to kill a corporation, the union thugs don't lose their jobs; they get reassigned to other plants run by other corporations. But the rank and file, the people who worked for the now-defunct corporation, they find that unemployment is rather less preferable to skipping raises in a particular year. How much money do you earn while you're trying to find a new job in a town where the only major employer is out of business?

The real problem with unions is their total antagonism to the corporations that employ their members. The union would rather drive a company out of business than cede ground--but in the end, that means that the union fails its entire reason for existing, which is to ensure that its people are treated fairly and paid well for their efforts.

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I'm glad no one was injured. The thing about STOL aircraft is that, by definition, they don't need a lot of airspeed to take off, so when one gets flipped over at takeoff there's a pretty fair chance the people aboard will live through it.

With the crosswind that existed at the time of the wreck, the left wing of the airplane was sitting higher than the right. The pilot takes full responsibility for it, saying that he should have known better than to try it, but the ground speed of the plane was so low that if it hadn't gone sideways, the plane would not have been as badly damaged as it was. But try landing a plane sideways--well, as I said, "no injuries" is the best outcome one can hope for.

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So, got the ceiling painted in the spare room yesterday. In theory I'm going to be painting the walls today, but this morning's events have me so jangled up I'm not sure whether I'm coming or going. I had not expected them to move with such alacrity; certainly I thought I'd be stewing for more than the fifty minutes that elapsed between the end of my phone interview and the callback with the job offer.

I was not very confident about my performance in the interview, either. Just goes to show that the only real proof of the pudding is in the eating.

My original plan for the day had been to do the interview, then go back to bed for a couple more hours. After that, get up and have something to eat, bloggerate a bit, and then paint. Instead, this--not that I'm complaining!--and I've spent the last twenty minutes working on pre-employment paperwork. I still haven't had anything to eat (save one brownie) and I don't know if I'm going to get that additional rest I was hoping for, or not.

I don't know if I'll be able to sleep. I could not sleep last night; I was excited over the impending interview.

"Excited", not "nervous", to my surprise. The fact that I got an offer has only accentuated that feeling, and I'm not sure how to cope.

Well--I'll eat something, and maybe run around in WoW a bit, and then I'll calm down...and, if I know myself at all, then crash, about like that STOL plane did. Heh.

#6854: OH GEE WHO COULDA SAW THAT ONE COMING

Airplane mechanic Abdul-Majeed Marouf Ahmed Alani, who sabotaged an essential flight system on an airplane, turns out to have ISIS videos on his cell phone.

Last Friday I said, and I quote:
Oh, yes, absolutely, I believe the official story. Mechanic sabotages a passenger jet.

Mechanic's name: "Abdul-Majeed Marouf Ahmed Alani".
Notably, Alani's decision to tamper with the plane's sensors comes at a particularly sensitive time for the industry. Faulty sensors were blamed for contributing to the two deadly crashes of Boeing 737 MAX 8s that forced the global grounding of the planes.

According to Alani, "his intention was not to cause harm to the aircraft or its passengers" but to "cause a delay or have the flight cancelled in anticipation of obtaining overtime work," per the affidavit.
Sure it was. Absolutely. No question whatsoever.

The story goes on to say that union employees deliberately sabotaging aircraft happens all the time.
AA characterized this as an unprecedented escalation in a labor dispute that has seen mechanics routinely engage in conduct intended to slow or stop the return of aircraft to service. These small-scale sabotage attempts have led to the cancellation or delay of hundreds of flights.
So, sure, absolutely, this was nothing but union bullshit, right? The union spoke up almost immediately and denounced the shithead for doing this.

And the fact that he has ISIS videos on his cell phone, that's nothing but a coincidence. I mean, he just happens to be from Iraq and he just happens to have ISIS videos on his phone and he just happens to sabotage an airliner. Right?

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Anyway, the spare room is now painted "socially lime" and I am done for the night.

Two coats. The first coat almost did a great job of hiding the original paint, though. I had to have Mrs. Fungus give it the once-over to decide me on doing the second coat, but ultimately we decided that since we'd bought two gallons anyway we might as well.

I used one gallon plus maybe a pint from the second gallon to get it done. Argh etc.

So I'll let it dry overnight and take the masking tape off tomorrow. We have a new ceiling fan; I'll install that either Friday or this weekend--that's maybe a 30-minute job. Tomorrow, regardless, I must get the carpeting out, because Thursday night is garbage night.

When I first started painting, the color looked like it was that peculiar glow-in-the-dark paint color. That had me worried, until I remembered that every time I've painted the color has looked bad, one way or another, until it dried. This was no exception; it's a lovely color when dry. (I did think it'd be really cool to paint a room with glow-in-the-dark paint, though.)

Working on the paint this afternoon I remembered that both Dad and my maternal grandfather had been in paint, one way or another, and I realized that I felt connected to them when I paint. The surface preparation and the masking and doing the edging, it's a craft--and as I worked I realized that my grandfather would probably tell me that I'm doing it all wrong.

I never met him. He died less than a year before I was born. I don't know how we would have gotten along, but considering that he called the University of Chicago "University of Moscow" I suspect our politics would have aligned nicely. He was a painter--both of walls and of pictures--a musician, a writer, a soldier, and a naturalist. A man of many talents, with only an 8th grade education, yet he'd owned a business and raised a family and did not suffer from poverty.

Anyway, it made me feel a little sad that I never knew him. Such is life, though.

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Today was, as I said in the last post, something of a mess. With the excitement of this morning's events, I finally flopped a bit after noon, and slept for a good three hours. I'd intended to sleep until four, but I woke up hungry and wanted to get moving on things. Grabbed a pizza from Little Caesar's and worked on work paperwork; then hit the spare room and got cracking.

Mrs. Fungus got home a bit after I finished the first coat. We had dinner and watched an ep of Mad Men, and then I did the second coat.

If at all possible, Friday I am going to spend sleeping in, doing absolutely nothing, and playing WoW. Work starts Monday at 8 AM. Whee!!!