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Today’s Earworm

Now, this brings back memories….

 

Thoughts on the Day

  • A problem I worked on today can be best discussed this way:
    • Help!  My hair is on fire!
      • Wow, OK, let me call an ambulance for you and I’ll help you put it out.
    • Well, actually, I have such a bad migraine that I think I’m having a stroke
      • Really?  OK, you need to lie down, and I think I’ll still call an ambulance.
    • Well, you know, I could just have a sinus headache
      • Well, that’s not as bad as you made it sound originally, but let me get you something for that.
    • Actually, I had a slight dizzy sensation last night.
      • OK.  You’re better now, right?
    • OK, it’s just that my eye had this weird twitch last night, while I was asleep, but you need to look into it.
      • You hate me don’t you?
  • It’s a bad sign when you feel guilty for taking 10 minutes to work on what you need to get done today while what cropped up and bit you on the butt first thing in the morning is calmed down, at least for a moment.
  • Out of about 15 seniors in Girlie Bear’s JROTC program, 3 have been accepted to a service academy.
  • Survival note for military recruiters – When the retired full colonel Airborne Ranger Vietnam Veteran JROTC instructor tells you that you shouldn’t talk to his cadets without first talking to him and their parents, you probably shouldn’t take the opportunity of being present at the end-of-year  awards ceremony to hand out cards to the students.
  • The retiring  instructor (not the Colonel) has, between active duty and JROTC work, over half a century under his belt.
  • It occurred to me tonight that the Tet Offensive (1968) is as far back in time now as the Battle of the Bulge (1944) was when I was in high school.
  • The area for parking chartered jets at the airport was about half full when I drove past it tonight.  Either a lot of people are coming in for the Kentucky Oaks and Kentucky Derby later this evening, or the economy has hit the rich and fabulous harder than I thought.
  • Can anyone explain to me how keeping people from bringing in cameras with removable lenses is going to improve security at Churchill Downs?

Stray Thought

Insomnia isn’t so bad when the windows to the house are open, the only sound is the waterfall in Irish Woman’s pond, and I have a book of short stories to read.

Thoughts on the Day

  • You know, I was  glad to hear that we would be trying to cut down on the “I know you weren’t scheduled to work this weekend, but something’s come up.” style of project planning at work.
    • A lot of my co-workers, on the other hand, seem distressed that they’re going to be asked to actually, you know, plan their work and tell people about it ahead of time.
  • You know the water table is high when you don’t have to add water to the concrete you pour into a post hole  to get it to set.
  • Note to self – do not get concrete dust in your eyes.
  • I may have a changeling in the house.  Boo announced tonight that he does not like Irish Woman’s meatloaf.  No way he got that from me.
  • Looks like I’m going to miss Oddball’s blogshoot in June.  It’s the same weekend as the yearly Hoosier Roundup, and as much as I would love to go shooting for a weekend, family calls.
    • Unless, of course, I can get the Hoosiers to move the family reunion from southern Indiana to southern Kentucky.
    • Hmmmmm
  • I’m wavering between upgrading the AR-15 lower I have with a new stock and trigger so that it will fit better with the 20 inch heavy barrel upper I’m building, or just build a whole new lower  so that I have two rifles, a carbine and a longer-range rifle.
    • Decisions, decisions.

Today’s Earworm

Quote of the Day

For us in Russia, communism is a dead dog, while, for many people in the West, it is still a living lion. – Alexandr Solzhenetsyn

Today’s Earworm

Bugs Bunny first made his appearance in a cartoon on this date in 1938.

News Roundup

  • From the “First They Came For The Smokers” Department – In a new battle in its decades long fight to be the uber-parent to American children, the Food and Drug Administration is investigating the current fad of adding caffeine to such things as beverages, candy, and snacks.  Their fears are that children may be imbibing too many stimulants in the course of the day, and that the demon caffeine may be wreaking havoc on their growing bodies.  Let me save the taxpayer a few million dollars and say this:  Caffeine, along with all of the sweeteners added to food to make caffeine palatable to children, is not good for them.  If you don’t want your kids drinking, eating, chewing, snorting, or injecting massive amounts of stimulants, quit giving them to the youngsters and quit giving your kids enough money that they can afford to buy a super grande caffeinated sugar bomb at the local Stop-n-Stab.  As for the ‘adults’ who drink 25 energy drinks and then wonder why they are having heart palpitations, my heart bleeds for you.  I also have no sympathy for people who mix alcohol with large amounts of caffeine and then either get into car wrecks or develop alcohol poisoning because the caffeine masked the effects of the alcohol and they over-imbibed.  There is one word for these kinds of behavior, and it’s ‘stupidity’.  And remember kids, stupidity is supposed to be a capital offense, so let’s quit using the government as surrogate parents and requesting that they put up rubber baby buggy bumpers on the sharp points of life.  One note – I have, on occasion, shared a cup of coffee (OK, milk with a dollop of coffee) with my kids as a social event.  It’s a family tradition.  Also, when Little Bear was teeny, his doctor prescribed not only caffeine, but also nicotine, to be added to his formula twice a day to keep his heart rate up.  If a doctor says it’s OK and can explain why, I have no problem with parents making the conscious decision to give their kids things that would normally cause me to look at a parent and say “What are you thinking?”.
  • From the “Hold My Beer” Department – Authorities in Oregon are investigating how a pick-up truck ended up 10 feet up in a tree.  No injuries have been reported from the incident, and no-one can explain what happened.  Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrain has promised to continue his work to find the culprits ‘until the cows come home”.  Local brothers Bo and Luke Duke have been brought in for questioning, but are said to have good alibis and are cooperating.
  • From the “Where Great Britain Used To Be” Department – A Welsh woman has pled guilty to a hate crime stemming from her use of the phrase “English cow” to insult a woman who was having an affair with her father.  Apparently British jurists haven’t read their Shakespeare, because old Will used quite a few insults that would have had him thrown into gaol these days.  Heck, I’ve called people a few things here that would probably have put me into the stocks in England.  Hopefully the woman who was attacked can get over her trauma, and the young woman learns that when you’re insulting someone, you insult the individual, not the group from which she hails.
  •  From the “Dumbass of the Day” Department – I usually don’t post about people dieing from stupidity here, but in this case I’ll make an exception.  A man in Pennsylvania is dead after his wife negligently shot him during a drunken demonstration of gun safety.  Apparently no-one ever told this guy that alcohol and gunpowder don’t mix.  The story is that the man was pulling a gun out of a gun safe when his neophyte wife picked up a pistol, racked the slide, and the gun went off.  It would appear that “Keep your booger hook off the bang switch” and “Point that thing at something other than me” didn’t get put into the lesson plan.  Folks, it’s bad enough when we get blamed for things we didn’t do, so please stop doing things that can be used against us.

Overheard at the Dinner Table

Irish Woman – Boo, show daddy the candle you made today. Tell Daddy how you learned about candles.
Boo – Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack….um mm
Me – Jack burnt off his…..
Irish Woman – Hey!  Who wants cobbler?

I never claimed to be a good influence on impressionable youth.

News Roundup

  • From the “Automatic Overreaction” Department – A young boy in California was suspended and was threatened with expulsion from school after he committed the mortal sin of taking a small pocketknife camping.  Apparently an inch and an half of semi-sharpened steel is enough to cause the high pitched keening and shrieking to reach deadly levels in today’s educational system.  Am I the only one who has had a teacher ask to use his knife during class?  Where exactly did we go from days where I could take a .22 rifle to school for show-and-tell to this?  Heck, once I was in Cub Scouts, it was pretty much required that I carry my pocketknife to school on days that I was wearing my uniform.  Am I the only parent who would object if my child was taken to the woods for several days without a pocket knife in case of need or emergency?
  • From the “Mayhem in the Mountains” Department – Climbers and sherpas are pointing fingers at each other after a fight broke out between the two groups on the slopes of Mount Everest.  Knowing nothing about the details of this, I will tend to side with the sherpas.  I cannot imagine spending weeks on end with people who are trying to find themselves, talk endlessly about their preparations for the trip, and complain even more about the cold, the air, the food, the tent, and the isolation of climbing the world’s tallest mountain.  “If this yuppie says one more word about how hard he’s worked to get ready for this trip, I’m going to remind him that this is my 15th trip up this year, right before I stuff his North Face parka down his throat.  Wait, did that son of a gun just compare my sister to the family yak?”
  • From the “Bolshevik Booze” Department – A distillery in the Czech Republic is selling off its stock of Communist era whisky.  It appears that high-level communist officials wanted something nice and peaty to go with their perogi and paprikash, so they imported Scottish peat and figured out a way to make decent hooch.  The stuff has been sitting in barrels since 1990 and seems to have aged to quite a nice tipple.  Prices are about $60 a bottle, which isn’t bad for a decent bottle of whisky.  I will have to keep my eyes open.
  • From the “Thank You Captain Obvious” Department – Gun-control advocates are playing the insensitivity card when decrying a gun giveaway in Nashville.  It appears that they have found a correlation between the contest and the date of gun-control legislation in the Senate.  And people say that the public school system doesn’t produce results.  Listen up, you dolts:  Of course the giveaway was timed to coincide with Senate debate and votes on gun control.  That’s kind of the point, to get people to think about guns when their rights to own guns without further government interference are being bargained over.  Here’s an idea:  Instead of whining to the papers about ‘insensitivity’, why not have a competing event that brings attention to your side of the debate.  Maybe you could raffle off an autographed portrait of Michael Bloomberg.  Or maybe you could have a sock-puppet talent contest.  Hey, how about an anti-gun costume ball, where you can dress up as famous useful idiots in history?  Ask your professors what that term means.  I believe one of your idols came up with it.
  • From the “Bring It On” Department – In related news, Michael Bloomberg, mayor of that hive of scum and villainy on the Hudson and noted expert on nutrition, epidemiology, and fascism, has declared that he will be dipping into his own fortune to fund efforts to oust Senators who voted to quash anti-gun legislation.  He claims to want to be a counter to the NRA.  You know what, I wish him luck, but I caution him to bring a lunch to this particular fight so that we’ll have something to eat after we whip his ass.  Here’s an idea for Little Mikey: Why don’t you concentrate on doing your own job instead of trying to impose your will on the rest of us?  I’m sure that New York is a paradise, what with people being pushed onto the subway rails for fun and profit, nightly games of “Let’s outrun the roving gangs of muggers and rapists”, and bi-weekly matches of “Search you, search me” between the NYPD and anyone who isn’t as pale as the driven snow and walks down the sidewalk, but I’m sure that the ‘honorable’ Mayor Bloomberg can find something better to do with his time.  Hey, maybe he can have the laws of his city folded, spindled, and mutiliated so that he can run for office yet again?