Borepatch has a post up about how the climate data for the 20th century only shows warming because it's been "adjusted".
Remember, kids: when reality doesn't fit your theories, change reality!
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If this actually works, it'll put heart disease back on top.
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At first reading I thought the title of this Vox Day post was "Abandon World". He is, in fact, advising the abandonment of Microsoft Word, which is (currently) the de facto standard for word processing in the business world.
And, as he points out, it generates a 16 kB file to store 8 characters.
Word is a mess. It was a mess in 1998 when I was using it to write avionics service manuals, and I doubt it's gotten any better now; I needed to take an anger management course to help me deal with the frustrations that Word put me through on a daily basis. I'd go to fix a typo and the image above it (which was anchored and, therefore, not supposed to move) would suddenly drop onto another page, totally screwing up the formatting there while leaving a huge blank spot on the page it was supposed to be on. In the process of moving the image back to where it belonged something else would die horribly, and I'd have to fix that. By the time I'd corrected Word's attempts at "help", a 2-second text change turned into ten minutes of increasing rage.
Word works very well for writing novels, though. Heck, I did 700 pages and it doesn't even break a sweat.
...but the instant you try to get fancy with the formatting and fields and-- Oh, boy, does it get shitty fast.
And if Microsoft were to write an all-new version of Word, of course it would not format older Word documents correctly. The book I wrote with Word 2000 would probably come out in Sanskrit in "Word [All-New!]".
This is why MS doesn't do that. As much as it needs to be done.
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Alan Caruba says Obama is stupid.
I do not write unpleasant things about Barack Hussein Obama because he is a Democrat, a far-left liberal ideologue, a confirmed liar, or the sock-puppet of whatever cabal that chose him long ago to be the President. I write unpleasant things because he is all of these things, but also because he is the most stupid man to have ever held the office of President.He goes on to support his thesis.
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Nice warm day today. Little to no rain on the radar.
High winds. *sigh*
...I really, really don't like riding the motorcycle in high winds. Especially when they're predicting gusts up to 40 MPH.
So I'll be staying home again today.
I've pretty much decided that--when I take money out of my IRA to pay my taxes--I'm going to take out a little extra and buy that trunk that I've been looking at, in the JC Whitney catalog. (Actually I'm going to shop around first, but I'm looking for one like the one in the catalog.) JC Whitney has it for $80 plus shipping and tax, which is a good price; but if someone else has something as nice for a lower price--or nicer for the same price--it's obvious what I'll do.
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One of the hymns we sang in church today was "Up From the Grave He Arose", and it's one I haven't sung before--yet I knew the refrain by heart.
Dad always used to sing a variation of it. Instead of "Up from the grave he arose" Dad would just sing, "He arose! He arose! He arose!" and then go on to the next line "with a mighty triumph o'er his foes" as written.
...and as I sang that refrain I could not help but smile, and then the second time I actually laughed, and to be honest I'm not really sure why. Just a nice reminder of Dad, I suppose.
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For dinner last night I dug a package of bratwurst out of the freezer downstairs, after I got home from shopping. Anticipating this, I'd bought buns at Walt's but went to the "corner store" for potato salad and cole slaw. As it turned out they were on sale, so for a total of $6 I got two pounds of each.
The brats came out perfect, too. They were in the freezer, in their original packaging, since at least December, but they taste fine.
I was opening the can of saurkraut and Luna came into the kitchen, eagerly anticipating something good like tuna.
"Luna, do you want some saurkraut?" I asked her, crouching down and holding out the opened can for her to smell. She took one sniff, then gave me this look that said, "Why are you opening cans of stuff I can't eat?" and walked away.
So then later on I was putting everything away and tidying up; I emptied the can of saurkraut into a bowl (which I then put in a Baggie and closed with a twist tie) and Luna came into the kitchen again, meowing--because whenever I am fiddling around with cans it's always something good, right?
Crouched down again, let her smell it again--this time she actually took a step back from the thing. Yet when I stood up to toss the can and rinse off my hands, she came right back, meowing at me again, demanding her share of Canned Goodness.
I know cats aren't the brightest creatures on the planet but surely they must have some retentive faculties! WTF.