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Musings

  • I’ve been listening to a lot of old-time radio podcasts lately, and I think I’ve learned some things.
    • Women Men People are treacherous and will cut you when you’re not looking.
    • Villages on the moors of Scotland and England seem to have murder rates that rival Chicago or Detroit.
    • Signing a life insurance policy is the same as signing your own death warrant.
    • Folks seemed to hitchhike a lot more back then, and folks seemed to be more amenable to picking up hitchhikers on isolated roads on moonless, foggy nights.
    • Lucky Strike Means Fine Tobacco, but Chesterfield sponsors better programs.
      • One of the game shows from the 1940’s promised to send 39,000 cigarettes to a VA hospital when somebody won their contest.  The smokes were donated in the name of the winner, and were made available in order to help the morale of wounded veterans.  Suddenly, the furor over tobacco advertising comes more sharply into focus
    • In the first 3/4 of the 20th Century, OEM car parts appear to have been made of compressed rust and dryer lint, considering how many companies bragged about the quality of their batteries (Now with a waterproof, rubber casing!), spark plugs, light bulbs, and various filters.
    • It sounds like most folks ran their automobiles on a mixture of moonshine and old bacon fat.  That is, of course, until the “supreme” brands started straining out the rodent parts and using actual petroleum, then telling us about their innovations on the radio.
  • Someone made the argument to me today that the marijuana sold today is a lot stronger than the stuff my parent’s generation got their hands on, and they may be right.  Of course, the same argument could be made that beer should be illegal because a good craft beer has a higher alcohol content and more hops than Schlitz.
  • It is never a good idea when your manager’s manager looks you in the eye and holds your gaze as he announces to a meeting that there are a few things that have needed doing and must be done soon.

Musings

  • We made our first batch of pasta sauce today.
    • 1 14 quart electric turkey roaster, filled to the brim with roma tomatoes, onions, garlic, and a secret blend of 11 herbs and spices. Set roaster to 350 degrees F and stir occasionally.  After about half of the liquid has boiled off, hit with stick blender until you get your desired consistency.  Can using your preferred method.
    • I had the brilliant idea of putting the roaster out on our porch, thereby putting its heat outside where I’m not paying for air conditioning, about three hours after the sauce had started simmering.
    • I guess I need to can this stuff tonight.  Otherwise, the raccoons are likely to spend the night on our porch doing bad Pacino imitations and singing “Atsa Matta For You?“.
  • Boo announced this evening that he wants to get better at dodgeball.
    • I immediately started trying to remember where all of my wrenches are.
    • I’m sure I won’t be allowed to give advice on shot placement for maximum damage.
  • I had to have a long conversation with Derby about personal space.  She just couldn’t understand that when I’m relaxing on the couch, I do not need a 35 pound dog laying on top of me.
  • Irish Woman bought alligator meat at our local grocery store for dinner tonight.
    • I wasn’t aware that we had come into so much money.
    • It occurs to me that at Boo’s age, I did not know what lobster, crab, alligator, fresh shrimp tasted like. My son has not only sampled all of these and more, but has been assured that he will be having them again.

Musings

  • I’m not sure what I did to deserve the honor, but a nice gentleman devoted a full three minutes of his commute to drive in front of me while holding up a finger on his left hand out the window to show me the way forward.  Or maybe it was up.  Either way, thank you nice man from Illinois for making sure I got to my exit OK.
  • Irish Woman finally had enough and agreed to shut off cable TV and the house phone today.  It wasn’t really the money, although our cable bill has grown in recent years to more than my first set of car payments.  Rather, it was mainly because of the rude behavior of the lady at the cable company when Irish Woman called.
    • Do not anger the Irish Woman.  She is currently in an email conversation with someone in customer service management at the company, and has pointed out how much of our money they won’t be getting ever again.
    • They sure showed us, though.  We had to get a new broadband modem and have to accept their faster service at the same price because we unbundled our services.
  • I don’t know how we managed to run so much as a child without the now-mandatory dude with a stereo and a Navy surplus loudspeaker playing “Eye of the Tiger” and “Macarena.”
  • For the first time in far too long, I went out to Knob Creek and put holes into paper at a distance.
    • The new spring set seems to have corrected the light strike issue on the Garand, but now I’m getting a failure to feed issue every so often.  Oh, well, it’s an excuse to spend more time with the rifle.
    • The new-to-me SKS shoots very well with cheap Russian ammunition, which I guess is to be expected.
    • The new MeproLight sights on the Glock 17 are pretty cool.  Definitely need more practice with them.
    • My buddy let me shoot his AR-10 today, and I discovered that he and I share a very close 100 yard zero on the scope he uses.
  • There’s something to be said for sitting in a beer garden and eating a huge catfish sandwich on a beautiful late summer afternoon with folks you haven’t seen in too long.
  • Boo has learned how to work the lawnmower and claims that he enjoys mowing the lawn.  I plan on enjoying this as long as it lasts.
  • As a treat for mowing the lawn, I let Boo watch a bit of television this afternoon. We found old Little Rascals shorts on Amazon, and I haven’t heard my son laugh like that in ages.

Musings

  • Even the best jobs have those moments when you are reminded that they have to pay you to show up.
  • If your wife walks past her birthday present three times without noticing it, perhaps you were a little too covert in its installation.
  • Sign you’re a nerd – You get a shot of happiness when you discover that someone has compiled an atlas of historical maps.
  • To the jackass in the wife beater shirt and International Brotherhood of Septic Tank Lickers Local Number “Two Fingers, A Bottlecap, and A Couple of Toes” ball cap today at the zoo, thanks ever so much for scaring the female gorilla away from her perch next to the glass wall of her enclosure.  I’m sure the 20 or so children who were fascinated by observing her learned something from your antics.
    • If we’re lucky, it’s to never breed with someone who looks and acts like you.
    • Once again, I’m convinced that the wrong primates are on exhibit.
  • The second Boogeyman short story is off to beta readers, and I’m about 1/3 of the way done on the third in that series.  Those two will probably come out together.
    • Progress on the second Via Serica book is slow, but steady.
    • Those darned Romans just don’t want to talk to me much lately.

Musings

  • I was informed this evening that I will not be allowed to pick out school clothes for Boo on the days where he does not have to wear his uniform.
    • Apparently it’s tied to my refusal to acknowledge that Kelly Green does not go with Hunter Green.
    • This is just another attempt by the Irish Woman to keep the Barbarian-American man down!
  • Parenting becomes a lot more fun when you start mocking your child’s dramatic protestations against some grave injustice in another language.
  • Speaking of which, my accent in Russian was commented on a few weeks ago.  Apparently I talk funny.
    • No kidding.  I learned Russian from two Ukrainians, a former artillery officer from Moscow, a teacher of proper Russian from Leningrad, and a man who was born in China to a father who fought in the White Army.  I wonder why I don’t speak the Tsaritsa’s Russian.
  • You know, rather than tear down statues of folks who had morals and values that conflict with what we consider right, we ought to be putting up statues of people who reflect our values.
    • Seriously, for every statue of Forrest, Lee, and Jackson that you disagree with, erect a statue of Evers, Douglas, or King nearby.
    • That assumes, of course, that all of this is really about racial issues.
  • We’ve always known that the folks who participated in Kilted to Kick Cancer are a great bunch of people.  Today, they showed their class all over again.

Musings

  • Nothing like a night of nightmares to put you in a jolly mood the next day.
    • Having the same nightmare at least four or five times in one night is a special treat.
    • Funny thing is, they all involved a morgue in Germany, a funeral home in Kentucky, and a cemetery in Arizona. Sprinkle in a few scenes from <REDACTED> and <REDACTED>, and I really want to now what was going on in my brain last night.
  • Blessed be the coffee, for it maketh me into a human being on days like this.
  • Blessed be the coffeemaker, for it maketh the coffee to descend into the carafe.
  • Blessed be the chicory, for it maketh the coffee into a rich, dense brew.
  • Blessed be the bee, for he maketh the honey to sweeten my coffee.
  • Friday night, I wanted to watch Flash Gordon, while Irish Woman and Boo wanted to watch Harry Potter and the Flaming Ashtray.
    • We compromised and watched Harry Potter.
    • Not that there’s anything wrong with Harry Potter, of course.  They’re fine, well-crafted books and movies.
    • It’s just that I’ve been listening to, reading, hearing about, and watching young Master Potter for nigh onto twenty years.  I’m about spent on the subject.
  • Flash Gordon makes for excellent Saturday morning television.
    • Maureen O’Hara might be the reason I fancy red-headed women, but Ornella Muti is the reason I also fancy dark-haired women with smoky eyes.
      • Irish Woman commented that she doesn’t watch movies just because the actors are hot.  She then purred that she’d like to go see the new Stephen King movie with Matthew McConaughey in it.
    • While watching the movie, I realized that I have never disliked a movie or TV program with Brian Blessed in it.
    • It occurred to me that all of the women loyal to Ming wore pantsuits, while Dale Arden always wore skirts.   I’d make a pithy political comment about that, but I’ve had too little sleep and too much coffee for that.
    • You know your battle scene is going to be awesome when Brian May plays the guitar riff for it.
    • Yeah, it’s cheesy and campy, but then again, Shakespeare occasionally had to paint in broad strokes and pander to his audience, too.
  • Thanks to everyone who has purchased a copy of The BoogeyMan.  Sales have been steady since its release, and I already have three reviews.
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    • If you didn’t care for it, please do me a huge favor and leave a detailed review on Amazon.

Musings

  • It’s never a good sign to lose power at the house for about 30 seconds, then a few minutes later hear the firetrucks down the street head out at speed.
  • The highlight of my week was when I bought a 4 DVD pack that included Dune and Flash Gordon.
    • I’m such a wild child.
    • I’ve always said that one of the side benefits of having children is that you get to watch all of the movies again.
  • Boo and I went camping with his Cub Scout group last weekend.
    • A good time was had by all, but I still wonder where the boys get all their energy.
    • Boo now wants me to start every fire with flint and steel.
    • A self-inflating air mattress is only going to work if you leave the air valve open long enough and make sure it’s closed securely before you climb onto it to sleep.
    • By the way, did you know that the sound of an air mattress being manually deflated excites beagles and makes them want to pounce on their owners?
  • I’m not sure what this means for winter, but it’s about 10 or so degrees cooler than normal here, with low humidity, and I have started seeing ducks and geese flying south.

Musings

  • While Irish Woman went to a gathering last night, Boo and I put up the tent and slept out in the front yard.
    • It’s good that he’s still at that age when things like that are fun.
  • When I was 18, sleeping on the bare ground was comfortable and restful.
    • Now that I’m 46, not being able to find my foam pad for sleeping out in the tent with Boo means a sore back and bad sleep.
  • Continuing work on Indus, and I got the Romans moving again just in time for the story to get mildly stuck.  While it ruminates, I’m continuing work on Boogeyman.
  • Boo found a Christmas present he’d forgotten about today: a set of short-range walkie-talkies.
    • He’s too old to fall for “They don’t make batteries for that anymore.”
    • He did think it was funny when I used my handset to ask him if he’d ‘taken care of that thing’ for me, and to tell him that his money was under one of the rocks out by the mailbox.
  • Speaking of Boo, he ran his first mud run this weekend.  Apparently, it’s now considered fun to do a lot of the things I used to have to do while wearing an LBE and Kevlar.
  • A solar eclipse will be happening soon, and Louisville schools plan on taking busloads of kids down to Hopkinsville, Kentucky to witness it.
    • When I lived down that way, the only time busloads of kids got taken to Hoptown was for a “Scared Straight!” field trip.
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Musings

  • Apparently I can’t expect others to walk and chew gum at the same time when I’m spinning plates on a high-wire over a flaming pit of gasoline while riding a unicycle and loudly singing Ta-ra-ra-boomdiyay.
  • I’d like to thank Christopher Nolan for making his newest film extra loud, because that meant I didn’t have to listen to the jackass two seats down from me shovel popcorn into his gaping maw and chew his cud with his mouth open for two freaking hours.
  • I was working on the next Roman’s book tonight when a character from something I’ve been outlining off and on whispered in my ear “Flat tire”.
    • So, I spent half an hour moving forward on that story until I got stuck again.
    • If the people inside my head would learn to wait their turn, I’d be a lot more productive.

Musings

  • Irish Woman Word for the Day – Knife Condom
    • The rest of us just use the term “sheath”
  • The fact that the yearly “Don’t be an idiot on the Internet” training hasn’t changed in five or six years tells me that the same tactics that worked five or six years ago are still effective on idiots who use the Internet.
  • If you need me to summarize my problem in an email, why does your problem reporting website require me to summarize my problem before it assigns you to my problem?
  • You know a young man had a good day at camp when he comes home exhausted, sun-kissed to about a medium-rare, covered from head to toe in sand, wet from his armpits down, and stained several shades each of brown, green, and black.
  • Note to self – If the waiter doesn’t bother to tell you how much their special braised tuna and rice dish is when you come in, you have no right to let your eyes bug out when you get the check.
  • Note to dude at the $5 a scoop ice cream place – I just want a cola.  Please don’t look at me like I have lobsters crawling around on my head when I ask for one and all you have is the best artisinal root beer ever made in a bad part of Newark.
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