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Thoughts on the Day

  • I found it ironic that I had to disarm before going into the sheriff’s office to pick up my new concealed carry license this afternoon.
  • I tried to tell the nice deputy with pictures of his badge tattooed on his biceps that the snap on his OC holster was open, but unless he was thanking me with an ugly look, I’m guessing my aide was not wanted.
  • I can buy her gold, I can buy her diamonds, I can buy her furs.  But nothing lights up Irish Woman’s eyes like a truck bed full of hardwood mulch.
    • Apparently high-grade topsoil would have also pleased her.
  • The lady at the nursery gave me a dirty look when I parked my dirty pickup next to her Prius, but let’s see her haul two scoops of decomposing wood waste material in her little beep beep.
  • Tomorrow is primary day here in Kentucky.  The real season of crazy starts on Wednesday.
  • Speaking of which, if you’re in Jefferson County and are looking at the races for family court judge, I have a recommendation for you.  Bryan Gatewood is running for family court judge, and I heartily endorse him.  He has been our family lawyer for years (heck, he’s family by marriage), and he was essential when I had to go to court to get custody of Girlie Bear.

Musings

  • There seems to be a mathematically describable relationship between the force I use to type in commands on a keyboard and the rapidity with which I wish the computer to do as I command.
  • Two indulgences of my inner nerd:
    • In Star Trek: The Next Generation, I think that it would have been much more interesting for the series if, instead of killing off Tasha Yar in the first season, the show’s writers had instead killed off Will Ryker.  We would have been spared the soap opera between him and Counselor Troi, and we would have had years of a blonde badass.
    • Speaking of Star Trek, I would have enjoyed watching a spinoff of Enterprise that was set in the “In A Mirror Darkly” universe.
    • If no-one in Hollywood has the brains to make a good movie out of David Drake’s “Ranks of Bronze” sometime in my lifespan, then the medium of film is truly dead.
  • Take 8 kindergarteners and their parents, add one two-year-old and his parents, put them all in the party room of a Lego store, season with pizza and cupcakes, and finish off with an hour of free play with Lego’s, and you have what I consider a successful birthday party.
    • Best toys so far?  First place goes to the foam airplane with the three foot wingspan that Freiheit and his family gave  Boo.   In a close second goes the air-powered rocket, which I have dubbed the “My First Jihad Children’s RPG”.
    • The people who run the Lego store might as well have gotten a license to print money.

Thoughts on the Day

  • Today’s Workout –
    • Using a bolo-style machete, cut down about 1/4 acre of tall, woody weeds.
      • Alternate between forehand and backhand strokes, 25 strokes per arm, per set, 50 sets
      • Works upper back, arms, and will get your blood pumping for a mild cardio workout.
    • Prepare several raised beds for planting
      • Works on flexibility as you stretch and bend to get to the back of the second tier without crushing the bib lettuce that’s planted in the first tier.
    • Cardio – Chase Siamese cat who has gotten out.  This is a series of wind sprints, in which you move quickly to within a few feet of the cat, then approach cautiously.  When you come within a foot or so of him, he will take off at a sprint, causing you to move quickly again and repeat the process.  Do for one hour.
  • I took my boots in to be resoled today.  The man at the repair shop spent five minutes trying to find a pair of soles that fit.
    • Size 15 is not that big, I don’t care what anyone says.
  • Today, we acquired and planted the tomatoes, potatoes, onions, bell peppers, and chilis.
  • I’m going to try growing potatoes vertically this year.  Hopefully it works out.
    • I planted a 4 foot by 2 foot bed, with 16 potatoes planted in it.  Eventually it will be about 3 feet tall.
    • If this works, I will do more beds next year and do several varieties of potatoes.
  • To sum up how I felt when I finished working today:  I’ve been dirtier, more tired, and more sore.  But it’s been a long time since I set those benchmarks.

Musings

  • When your retort to a ‘discussion’ on-line is “Thank you for reminding me why my grandfather left Europe”, you’ve had enough for one day.
  • Girlie Bear’s JROTC class is studying first aid at the moment.  I told her to not interject things that she learned from AD’s class.
    • To her teacher’s credit, it sounds like they are teaching compression-only CPR, which is good.
  • The next meeting of the Greater Louisville Chapter of the Friends of the NRA is at 7 PM on June 2 at The Pizza Place.  I’ll be wearing a tan hat with the bear claw logo on it.  If you haven’t been to one of these before, walk up, say “Hi DB”, and I’ll buy your first adult beverage.
  • Irish Woman has discovered that if you put a couple of moonshine-soaked cherries into a bourbon and coke, it becomes a very tasty cherry cola.

Thoughts on the Day

  • When you’re on an emergency conference call, your behavior should never cause the phrase “No one is more professional than I” to go through my head.
    • Mute buttons are your friend.  Temper tantrums are not.
  • To Glock or not to Glock, that is the question.  Whether ’tis nobler to dip my toes into the 9mm pool with a 17 or a LC9, or to take up an SR9 against the outrageous fortune they want for a Browning High Power.
  • When your youngest son looks you in the eye and says “You’re fired!”, the correct response is to throw your hands back and yell out “Thank you, sweet Lord!  I’m finally free!”.
  • I sincerely apologize for the outburst during my lunch hour today when I got to the last page of the book I was reading and the last 100 pages or so weren’t there.
  • If they’d had me writing their implementation timelines, Rome would have been built in a day.
  • You know, for the past few days, I’ve considered slowing down or stopping with this blog.  But after an intense consultation with the voices in my head, we’ve decided that this is better for me than Thorazine and a psychotherapist, and cheaper than legal representation.

Musings

  • Taking a six year old fishing is a great way to wind up a weekend.
    • Half the work is to get Boo to sit still long enough to watch his bobber.  I was successful for about 30 seconds on several occasions.
    • We got a couple of bites, and about half of my casts had to be pulled back in immediately because the doughball I put on the hook kept on going in a ballistic arc after the hook stopped moving forward.
  • You know you’ve given up when you’re happy to drive to the farmers’ hardware store 20 minutes from the house so that your wife can look at galvanized steel tubs.
    • Apparently one of our goldfish ponds is going to be replaced with a redneck water feature.
  • Baby pigs are very cute.  Almost cute enough for me to buy one and bring it home.
    • Yes, I got “The Look”.
    • I was going to name it “Bacon”, so we’d all win out in the end.  But would she listen?
  • I should have put a sign at the entrance to my cube today. It would have saved a lot of time by reading:
    • Yes, I went to a conference in Las Vegas.  No, I did not gamble in the casinos.  Nope, not one bit.  No, I did not see any hookers.  No, I did not see any shows.  Yes, I spent all day, every day walking around the conference and attending meetings.  Yes, the food was good.  No, I did not stay at one of the hotels on The Strip.  No, I did not go to see Hoover Dam or the Grand Canyon.  Yes, I am a disappointment for not going out and having fun until the wee hours of the night.
  • If I ever need to know if I have a role in my team, all I need to do is go away for a few days, then measure the amount of work that piles up in my absence.
  • If Moonshine was to try to get any more comfortable sleeping on our couch last night, he would have needed a beer and the remote.

Musings

  • The arrival area of the Las Vegas airport is a lot nicer than the departure area.  I guess once they have all your money, there isn’t much need to impress you.
  • A pair of noise canceling earphones was worth every penny on the flight home.
  • If you’re giving a lecture on a very technical subject, which includes slides of computer code, do us all a favor and announce that all of that is up on your website before we try to scribble it down or take pictures of it on our phones.
  • Reason number 1312887111991 that I love Irish Woman – She got out of bed to meet me at the airport so that I wouldn’t have to drive home tired.
  • As nice as that king bed with six pillows was in the hotel, sleeping in my own bed and listening to the cats play Australian rules football all night was wonderful.
  • Boo had an ice pack against his forehead when I picked him up from school today.  Apparently he and another boy clonked heads on the playground just before dismissal.  It will tell you how hard I think his head is when I was more worried about the other child.
  • Girlie Bear was promoted to Cadet Master Sergeant and made the NCOIC of her JROTC battalion’s S-4 (Supply) tonight.
    • Next year she gets to learn the difference between being in charge and being responsible for it all.

Musings

  • If we don’t know each other, and we’re having a disagreement, I’m not smiling when I show you my teeth.
  • If I use a folding knife to cut my meat in your restaurant, don’t get pissy.  You either need better knives or better meat. Neither of those things is my concern.
  • If I have to find out from a friend’s teenage daughter if the band at the complimentary concert is any good, odds are I’m too old for the band.
  • There are fewer pleasures more delicious than a comfortable chair and a hot cup of black coffee in a real ceramic mug when you’re bone tired.
  • If you’re wearing a cocktail dress to a tech conference and you’re not serving cocktails, odds are we all know how late your evening went last night.
  • It’s amazing that someone might seem miffed when I decline their little bit of plastic swag after listening to them explain their technology and make a sales pitch.

Musings

  • If you have a requirement for you and your daughter to sit next to each other on a flight that is 100% sold out, please do the rest of us a favor and get to the gate early.
    • I appreciated the extra 20 minutes at the gate as the flight attendants shuffled the rest of us around.  Thanks.
  • The correct time to realize that you forgot your bank card in the ATM at the airport is before you go through the security checkpoint, not after.
  • If I’m trying to give you money so that I may rent an automobile from you, you surrender the right to be a raging asshat while you find me a car.
    • Just for future reference, a Hyundai hatchback is not a ‘bigger’ car.  It is only slightly less small.
    • Just for future reference, your service sucked so hard that I was willing to take an hour out of a busy day to go back to the airport, turn in my rental car, and buy a multi-day ticket for public transportation.  It’s more convenient than driving in Las Vegas, and that way I don’t give your company any money.
    • I’m not going to name names here, but I wouldn’t rent a car from this company if you’re trying to stay on your vacation budget.
  • Standing at the back of your shuttle bus and complaining that nobody will let you take their bags off the racks so that you can get a tip is counterproductive to the goal of getting tips.
  • I have discovered the younger, thinner brother to the neckbeard – the Rasputin.  This is a youngish guy with long, scraggly hair, a painfully thin physique, and a full beard that goes down to between the nipples and the belly button.
  • Last weekend I was a gun geek.  Last week I was a history and politics geek.  This week I am a technology geek.
    • I’m starting to see a pattern in my life.
  • I now remember why it’s been 20 years since the last time I came to Las Vegas.
    • Overall, the people I’ve interacted with are nice, but the Strip is a dirty, cheesy, unorganized mess.
  • Difference between NRAAM and a densely packed technology conference:  manners.
    • I never considered punching anyone in Indianapolis in the back of the head for cutting in line to get a cup of coffee.  Just saying.
  • Shoutout to the guy who cut me off at the top of the escalator this morning:  Sorry about that, dude.  I hope they can get the coffee stain off of your nice white shirt.   It was totally accidental.  Seriously.  Maybe next time you won’t elbow me in the ribs so that you can get two feet in front of me.
    • I’m not saying that I threw the coffee at him, because I didn’t.  I just didn’t work too hard to keep it from spilling as I got my balance back.
  • I had an interesting talk at the monorail station this morning with a nice British family.
    • I had to convince them that Las Vegas is not representative of most of the United States.
    • My explanation was to take the most godforsaken former industrial wasteland in the UK, bulldoze it flat and pave it, then erect hotels and models of Big Ben and Stonehenge.  Then have tourists come from all over the world and tell them that this is Great Britain.
  • Note to tourists to Las Vegas from the British Isles and Scandinavia – sunblock is your friend.  It hurts to look at most of you.
  • The soles on Doc Martin boots do not grip too well on polished marble tiles.  I might as well have been walking in my stocking feet at several points in the past couple of days.

Thoughts on the Day

  • The time to remember that all you’ve had to eat and drink today is black coffee is not when your hands start shaking at 2 PM.
  • I took Boo to the book store today as a reward.  He whispered so that he wouldn’t disturb the ladies who were reading in the easy chairs.
  • If you’re 6 feet tall and wearing a football sweatshirt from one of the local Catholic high schools, you’re too old and too big to climb halfway up the climbing ropes at the playground and bounce.
    • I’ll take that dirty look, which you gave me when I asked you to stop trying to bounce my son and the little girl next to him off the climber, to heart.  Really, I will.
  • When I use the phrase “Watch your mouth, boy.” when speaking to you it’s not racist.
    • You see, you are approximately 1/3 my age, so you are, indeed, a boy.
    • Second, you’re as pale as I am.
    • Third, you were yelling at your friend, whom I had just asked to get off of the rope climber, to, and I quote, “Watch out for your balls!”.  I thought it might be good to remind you that there were little kids and their moms around you.
  • You know when you’re a gun nut when you have to debate whether a Smith and Wesson Model 13 in a Dragon Leatherworks holster goes better with your outfit for a Friends of the NRA banquet than a Remington R1 in a Michael’s Custom Holsters holster.
  • Sure fire way to make sure that you win a raffle – Have me buy some of the other tickets in it.
    • 10+ raffles and drawings tonight, 10+ raffles and drawings that I didn’t win.
    • All good fun, and it was for a good cause.
  • Wanna know how to get the old heart rate up while you’re driving?
    • Have the semi that just passed you on the interstate run its back wheels up the driver’s side of the car in front of you, thereby spinning her around, broadside to you, then ending up on the shoulder.
    • My choices were 1) brake and hope to not get rear ended, 2) brake, pull to the shoulder, and hope you don’t hit the car that just got hit, or 3) pull to the left and get rear ended.
    • I chose number 1, and it turned out all right for me.
    • Luckily, the lady driving the other car wasn’t visibly harmed.  I really didn’t want to break out the trauma kit I got in Ambulance Driver’s class tonight.
  • Hint to Louisville drivers – When you see a sedan pointed the wrong way on the shoulder, with a big white pick-up truck about 100 yards in front of it with its flashers on, a semi truck about 1/4 of a mile in front of that with its flashers on, and several people with flashlights trying to make sure you see that there’s a problem, the correct thing to do is to get over to the left a tad so as to not plow into any of them.
    • Most of you, however, seemed to be playing the “Let’s see how close we can get to the wreck without trading paint”.  The winner of this was the jackhole from Shelby County who came within a hair’s breadth of becoming part of the problem.