atomic_fungus (atomic_fungus) wrote,

#3212: Blurglecruncheon!

This is what I do when I can't think of a post title: delve into my store of weird words from the writings of Douglas Adams.

...okay, I'm lying. This is the first time I've done anything like that. I got three hours of sleep and then woke up, and I can barely see straight.

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Planned Parenthood is a eugenicist, racist organization. Or at least it was started for those purposes. The ironic thing is that--despite a change in management--the organization has done quite well in its work towards its goals.

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I suspect Brian Dunbar actually does understand, and is merely employing a rhetorical device.

People are willing to pay a hell of a lot of money for convenience.

...I admit that I buy bread from the store. But since I've started making a loaf per week I've hardly eaten any store-bought bread. One loaf has lasted me two weeks at least already. (Come summer this will no longer work, as the heat and humidity will cause the bread to get moldy too fast. Maybe refrigerate it....)

I'm going to try the dishwasher soap recipe he linked in comments somewhere or other, once I can get to the store. (Have to add "sea salt" and unsweetened lemonade drink mix to the list.)

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Greece is missing its austerity targets when measured as a function of GDP.

Well, duh: any time you cut government spending, GDP goes down, so you have to cut more to meet your target. How much more depends on how seriously overextended you are; as an example the US could have cut its federal spending by 27% about four years ago and managed to avoid the coming apocalypse, but now must cut it by more then 50% to do the same thing.

...figure we don't have all that much time before it becomes 100% and we're all hosed. Do we have as much as four years? Denninger--in his other posts on the subject--doesn't seem to think so.

The collapse is coming slower than most of the doomsayers (self included) have envisioned, but that's just because there are people who are actively trying to stave it off as long as humanly possible.

It would, however, be good just to get this shit over with. Like when you've got food poisoning and your stomach is threatening to vomit and you're almost-but-not-quite heaving, so you have to sit on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet for three hours--you start yelling at your stomach, Jesus CHRIST just PUKE and get it over with!

Because the longer you hold it off, the worse it gets. You know what I mean?

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I've been rereading a "stinkeroo" (to borrow Heinlein's term) from my favorite author.

It's a regressive time travel story. It suffers from being, essentially, a wish-fulfillment story. I really don't think it's publishable, at least not before I become incredibly rich and famous, live 50 more years, die, and someone comes across an old CD-ROM somewhere in my papers with a copy of this novel on it.

Which isn't to say it's a bad story. No; only that I'm practically the only person who will enjoy it. But it's got some good lines in it.

The main character has gone on a date with a girl, only the evening wasa complete disaster from the get-go, and just as they were about to get frisky she got sick and had to be taken home.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I still had her panties and bra in the car. That would have been good: Dad going to work on Monday and finding a girl’s underwear on the floor. He would have loved that.
The first disaster of the evening is when the protagonist's car throws a rod, which is why he's even using his dad's car in the first place. The borrowed car runs out of gas on the way to the gas station. Our hero has forgotten his wallet. Once the car is gassed up and he has his wallet, then he gets pulled over for speeding (59 in a 55, no ticket). Then the girl gets sick--yeah.

Could be worse, though. for the story, it's been a couple years since I read it last. The last time I tried to read it, I ended up paging past large sections of it and realized that I was sick of it. I dumped it to the Kindle and have been reading large chunks of it, and more-or-less enjoying it; but I'm still pretty well convinced this story is not going to see the light of day for a long time.

Believe me, your grandchildren will thank me. Wait, no they won't; they'll curse me for not deleting it now. Well, tough crapola; they're just going to have to like it or lump it.

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