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Musings

  • Head Cold Bingo Game – Watch Futurama.  Every time an obscure science or science fiction reference is made, take a shot of green death NyQuil.  Continue until the cartoon looks three dimensional, then take a nap.
  • I’m currently working my way through my spring head cold.  For those of you who are spared this experience, imagine having a steady trickle of warm jello down the back of your throat, while little elves apply pressure to your joints, and your sense of taste takes a vacation to a gutter in Tegucigalpa.
  • I better get extra life points for being polite while another adult let their child lose his damned mind in the waiting room this afternoon.  Seriously, when did it become unfashionable to teach children to sit quietly when out in public?
  • I know I don’t feel well when I refuse to get into an online discussion about science fiction because I just don’t give enough of a damn right now.
  • Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Free Copies of Minivandians AudioBook

Well, almost free.

Audible has sent me several codes for a free download of the audiobook for Tales of the Minivandians.  Basically, I’ll exchange a free audiobook for an honest review on the Audible website and a little spreading of the word about the book.

So, if you’d like to listen to a 7 hour audiobook, at your own pace, of course, and then tell me where things could be done better, leave a comment.  If there are more volunteers than codes, I’ll draw names out of a hat.  All I ask is that you put up a review at Audible, good, bad, or indifferent, and tell three people about it.

Today’s Earworm

Musings

  • You’d think that any day where I could say I used a sledge hammer, a hammer drill, and an angle grinder would go into the “Good Day” category, but that just isn’t going to happen.
  • Trying to anchor a new mailbox into the footer used by the old mailbox seemed like a good idea at the time.
  • If you use very sandy mortar to make the footer for something, I pray that someday a vengeful god strikes you with a case of Filipino Hundred Year Foot Fungus.
  • By the end of the day I was trying to figure out if I could make ANFO out of Weed ‘n’ Feed and two cycle oil.
  • To whoever is trying to sell a used copy of Minivandians for $62.85, I want to learn your marketing techniques, especially if you are successful.
  • To the 10 of you who have bought the audiobook of Minivandians, I’d really like to hear input from you.  Did you enjoy the performance?  If you also bought and read the book, did the audiobook bring anything new that you enjoyed?  As always, any feedback that can be left at either Amazon or Audible would be greatly appreciated, especially if there was something you think could have been done differently or better.
  • A wise man once quipped “In vino, veritas”.  I’m hoping that I find the next two chapters I’m outlining somewhere in this bottle of red wine.

Today’s Earworm

Overheard in the Kitchen

Girlie Bear, my beautiful 16-year-old daughter, standing in the kitchen in her Cookie Monster footie pajamas, poking her belly – I didn’t even know you existed.

Me, clutching my chest and looking horrified – Who are you talking to?

Girlie Bear, looking confused – This muscle right here.  I did too many situps today.

Me, taking a deep breath – Oh, thank the Lord!

Nothing To See Here, Move Along

Hillary Clinton, former First Lady, Senator, Secretary of State, and rush committee chairwoman for Up With People, broke from her routine of siphoning off the life force of young children and maidens today so that she could respond to allegations that she used a private email server to conduct official business while serving as President Obama’s Dog Robber Secretary of State.

In news that should be applauded by all of us worthless plebs, she admits to doing this, but pinky swears that classified information was never discussed via email, and that the almost 50% of the messages handled by her home-brew server, which she had destroyed, were not work related.  She knows this, because her sysad signed an affidavit attesting to that fact,  under torture, just before she had him decapitated, set on fire, and buried face down in Budapest.

Now, I’m going to make a few points here, but far be it from me to ever question my betters.  Anyway, here goes:

  • When you are a cabinet level secretary, everything you do that isn’t broadcast on TV, radio, internet, or passenger pigeon is at least sensitive, if not classified.
  • Using a non-governmental conduit to do government business is wrong, even if you followed the letter of the law.  At least try to look ashamed, or even sheepish.
  • When a determination of whether or not classified data has gotten loose in places it’s not supposed to be, it is not the prerogative of the person who may have put it there to declare that it didn’t.  That’s why we pay lawyers, police, and interrogators.
  • If I, as an intelligence specialist, had ever decided to declare my living room a SCIF for the sake of ‘convenience’, then taken possibly sensitive data out of controlled areas and worked on it at home, they wouldn’t even know where to dig to find my prison cell yet.  Hillarificent does not get to decide what is and what is not classified, especially after she gets caught, nor does she get to decide that it’s inconvenient to do things the right way.
  • Whoever at State who set this kind of thing up for her ought to be drug out in the street and bull-whipped within an inch of their lives.  To quote Treebeard – A wizard should know better.

Thing is, she isn’t the first to do this, and she won’t be the last.   I just wish somebody would get frog marched into a federal courthouse over stuff like this, pour encourageur les autres.

Musings

  • My requirements for a set of headphoneshave been updated to include:
    • Rugged
    • Comfortable
    • Decent Sound Quality
    • Good range (If wireless)
    • Loud enough for an audiobook or podcast to drown out my co-workers.
  • I reserved my room for the NRA Annual Meeting in Nashville.  I must love Kentucky enough to drive back across the state line to get to my hotel room every night.
    • Knowing enough about Nashville and parts of it that are less than savory kept me from staying at a Roach Motel in the bad part of town, no matter how many stars it has.
  • You know it’s been a bad day when you spend time designing a bar that would fit into the spare cubicle in your row.
    • Two beer kegs, a fridge and ice maker, and several shops for liquor.  Would make my life a lot better.
  • Went to a town hall meeting with Congressman Massie tonight.
    • I never thought my congressman would be more cynical about government than I am.
    • Quote of the night “If you like your pension, you can keep your pension.” – Congressman Massie, when talking about the negotiations he is having over his bill to reform congressional retirement plans.
    • Congressman Massie suggests that you call your Senators and Representatives if you want your wishes to be heard loud and clear.  Snail mail takes up to 3 weeks to get to him.  Email gets drowned out in automailers and spam.  He says that if he notices that all his staff is doing is answering the phone about a subject, it gets his attention.
    • The Congressman talked a lot about how Washington works.  I didn’t come away depressed, but I did have to shake my head on many occasions tonight to make sure I wasn’t having a nightmare.

Today’s Earworm

I’m limping in the rain,
Just limping in the rain.
Arthritis sucks
I’m grumpy again!

Today’s Earworm