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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.
IN A DROUGHT. IN FIRE SEASON.
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.