- From the “Praise the Lord” Department – Facebook has announced that it will be offering the ‘old’ style newsfeed, which appears to be made of light and magic, as opposed to the new style, which appears to be made of suck and fail. And now the republic can sleep at night, secure in the knowledge that my use of Facebook, which I do only to remind myself why I stay out of the family craziness, will be done using a classic interface, which was designed and built less than 5 years ago. Don’t we have more important things to do in America?
- From the “Bad Day at Baikonur” Department – Russia has announced that one of its spacecraft, which is supposed to go to Mars, could fall to Earth soon because its rockets failed to ignite on time. Authorities assert that the large amount of fuel on board will probably burn up on reentry, which I hope happens in the night sky over Kentucky. I need some fireworks to cheer me up. Seriously, though, isn’t this the way that most zombie movies start?
- From the “Cry Me A River” Department – A man, who has been convicted of murder, held up a court proceeding today by going off at the mouth about how he is being treated in prison. Apparently he made a signal that he might hurt himself, so authorities strip searched him and put him on suicide watch, and that caught in his craw a tad. I say he’s expressing what I call a “First World Problem”. You see, we’re civilized enough that the worst thing that’s happened to someone convicted of murder is that he’s been stripped down and had someone watching him to make sure he doesn’t get hurt. Take us a couple of rungs down the societal sophistication ladder, and this schmuck would have spent a days in the pain room accompanied by a few members of the victim’s family. He should count himself lucky.
- From the “My Hero” Department – A man, who joined the military at age 38 so he could serve in World War II, recently celebrated his 108th birthday. He attributes his long life to “wine, women, and song”. I think I’ll emulate his winning strategy, although I’m more into “Bourbon, Redheads, and Gunpowder”. Bourbon makes you want to live, redheads keep you on your toes, and I don’t want to live a life without gunpowder.
News Roundup
Posted by daddybear71 on November 10, 2011
https://daddybearsden.com/2011/11/10/news-roundup-68/
Thought for the Day
Navy SEALS are some of the smartest people I know. “The only easy day was yesterday.” is more than a way to get through BUDS, it’s become my morning mantra.
Posted by daddybear71 on November 10, 2011
https://daddybearsden.com/2011/11/10/thought-for-the-day-46/
Trivia for the Day
Did you know that if you need one stamp after the Post Office closes and you use the new automated kiosk in the lobby, the following conditions apply:
- You cannot just buy one stamp. You must buy 3. I don’t need 3 stamps, I need one. I already lost the book of stamps I bought the last time I needed to mail something, so I don’t need two more stamps to lose.
- You can’t pay with cash. I had change to buy the stamp in my pocket, even enough to buy 3 44 cent stamps. But the machine doesn’t take cash. You have to pay with a card. So my bank paid the company that processes the transaction a rather large percentage of the $1.32 it takes to buy three stamps. Funny, I’m doing business with the .gov, the money in my pocket was minted by the .gov, and it says right on it “all debts, public and private” right on it.
- You don’t get a real stamp. You get a pre-printed sticker that has a computer code on it, so it’s sure to be mixed in with all of the other white paper with printing on it and lost.
Grumble, grumble, government, grumble.
Posted by daddybear71 on November 10, 2011
https://daddybearsden.com/2011/11/10/trivia-for-the-day/
Dear City Planners
Does the way you have laid out your roads in Louisville make any sense to you? Do you just randomly put in roads and their layouts, or do you do it with a sinister grin? There are scores of things in the layout of this little burg that make me want to tear my hair out.
Today’s example:
Irish Woman and I were trying to take Boo to an educational evaluation this morning. We looked at the address given, and decided to give ourselves an hour to get there, which should have given us a 10 to 15 minute cushion. Somewhere along the way, our cars got separated, but hey, no problem, I know where the street is, and I’ll just go down the street to the school indicated on the appointment. I got off the freeway, made two right turns, drove for a moment, then took a left turn onto the road in question. So far, so good.
After driving around suburban Louisville for 30 minutes, having not one, but two arguments with my wife over the cell phone, three turn-arounds, and one stress headache later, I realized that I was no longer on the road in question. I had driven in a straight line, but somewhere along the way, the road had changed names. It hadn’t stopped, it just changed its title. Looking at a map after pulling over, I found that the road changes names at an intersection with another major road, moves over two blocks, and starts again. It’s not a T stop, it’s two four-way stops.
We found the place, and had a good appointment, but not before I realized that I had gotten pissed off at my wife for something someone probably did before she was born.
Basically, I got lost because I assumed that roads a) keep their names consistently and b) don’t just up and move two blocks to the west.
I am going to have to do a lot of groveling with Irish Woman over the way I acted while trying to find an address that’s not connected with the rest of the road it’s on, and I probably deserve a couple of nights on the couch.
But I will be sending the bill for the roses to the city planning department. I expect payment promptly.
Sincerely,
Daddy J. Bear
Pissed Off Taxpayer
Posted by daddybear71 on November 9, 2011
https://daddybearsden.com/2011/11/09/dear-city-planners/
Holiday Taxes
The news media and blogosphere are alight today because of a new 15 cent ‘fee’ that’s being assessed on every real Christmas tree sold in the United States. The Department of Agriculture says it will use the money to pay for a commission that will promote the use of fresh trees over artificial ones. Here at Casa de Oso, we have been using a fresh tree for several years, but have an old artificial tree up in the attic. So I guess you could say we are agnostic on the whole “fresh versus artificial” debate.
Officials in the Ag Department don’t seem to think that adding an additional 15 cents added to the wholesale cost of a tree is going to do anything to sales, so I guess they forgot that companies tend to collect government taxes and fees, not pay them.
So what other holiday traditions could be use a little government funded booster club?
- American Flags – Let’s be real here, kids. A lot of people have stopped flying the flag, even on special holidays like Memorial Day or Independence Day. Every year, thousands of miniature flags are purchased to decorate graves. If the government could just get a few cents off of every flag sale, then a campaign could be set up to remind people that if they want to fly the flag, Walmart still sells them.
- Pumpkins – A lot of people are buying those resin or ceramic jack-o’-lanterns for Halloween, and that’s bound to cut into business for our nation’s squash producers. A propaganda campaign of commercials during the network news every evening during the month of October could be paid for by charging a few cents per pound for every real pumpkin sold.
- Candy at Easter and Halloween – This is another untapped gold mine. Millions of jelly beans, candy eggs, peanut butter filled bats, and much more are purchased every year. A fee of just a penny per piece would fund radio ads of just the sound of JayG opening a Zagnut on Vicious Circle for the entire year. It would be a boon for dentists, and if this works, we might not have to pass a fat tax to keep kids from eating all that junk food.
- Turkeys – Let’s face it, tofurkey and other alternatives for Christmas and Thanksgiving are eating into the gobbler lobbies bottom line, and that’s un-American. A fee on every bird sold could pay for pop-up ads on foodie websites reminding people that Columbus ate turkey on his way to the new world aboard the Mayflower or something. Come on, who wants to eat ham for Christmas anyway? It’s just not Kosher.
- Champagne and other booze – I have it on good authority that there are actually people who have the energy on December 31 to stay up until all hours of the night, drinking large quantities of liquor and champagne, just so that they can sing a song and then drink some more. This untapped source of government revenue could fund billboards reminding everyone to stop off for a six pack on their way home from this party. It’s not like we tax booze in this country, right? What’s that? Oh we do? Well, then we’ll call it the “Champagne Charge”.
As you can see, the government has a lot of methods for separating us with just a little more money in order to convince us to buy things we were going to buy anyway.
Update – Corrected “15%” to “15 cent”. Thanks to Ruth for catching that! DaddyBear reading comprehension fail!
Posted by daddybear71 on November 9, 2011
https://daddybearsden.com/2011/11/09/holiday-taxes/
Thought for the Day 2
Do y’all think it would be a good idea to spread a rumor in the OWS crowd that all of the political and financial power in the world is centered in the Westboro Baptist Church so that the hippies would set up massive demonstrations wherever those goobers pop their heads up?
Just an evil little thought.
Posted by daddybear71 on November 8, 2011
https://daddybearsden.com/2011/11/08/thought-for-the-day-2-2/
Thought for the Day
This morning, I successfully voted against 8 incumbents. I think that’s usually the best strategy.
What have you done for the republic today?
Posted by daddybear71 on November 8, 2011
https://daddybearsden.com/2011/11/08/thought-for-the-day-47/
Another Train to Nowhere
Recently, I took issue with the tripling of cost and multi-decade timeline for a fast rail project to connect the big cities in California. I was aghast at the cost overruns before the first shovel of dirt had been dug.
Now I find that San Francisco, also known as Pyongyang on the Bay, has a much smaller project that costs more per yard than anything I’ve ever heard of. But I promise to discuss it rationally and calmly.
San Francisco is trying to dig a two mile subway tunnel. The citizenry of San Fransisco approved the project in 2003, with an expected price tag of about $650 million. That’s right, they expected it to cost over $300 million a mile to put in a new subway line.
Deep breath. Remember, rational and calm
But now in 2011, eight years later, they’ve finally started digging, and they hope to start tunneling next year and be done by 2018 with an expected price tag of $1.6 billion.
Deep breath. Come on, DaddyBear, you can do this.
Most of that money is expected to come from the federal government, or as I like to call it, my taxes.
Deep breath.
OK, forget rational and calm. Are you freaking kidding me? These bluntskulls want to put a two mile subway tunnel into a city known for shaking itself to the ground and setting itself on fire, at a cost of billions of dollars and over a decade of time? And you want me and the rest of the people in the country who pay taxes to foot the bill? Have you all lost your ever loving, patchouli smelling, Prius driving minds?
Did something happen to the water in California over the past few decades? Did they start using lead pipes to bring in water the way that Rome did, and this is the pathetic result? Is this what you get when all the hippies at Haight-Ashbury take too much bad acid and then procreate?
You know, someday I hope to wake up and find that all the stupid people have pulled a lemming and walked into the surf all at once. But it’s a forlorn hope. The stupid people wouldn’t want to see me that happy.
Posted by daddybear71 on November 8, 2011
https://daddybearsden.com/2011/11/08/another-train-to-nowhere/
IT People I Have Known
I’ve been working in IT for about 20 years, starting out as “that guy” in my office to being a somewhat skilled SySad, depending on the phase of the moon. Over the years, I’ve noticed that there are a few types of organisms that keep popping up in my little IT ecosystem.
- The Gadget Guy – This strange animal is always carrying around the new hawtness from ThinkGeek, Apple, Google, or Microsoft. Examples of this species have paid more for gaming rigs, laptops, cell phones, smart phones, and touch pads than I have on cars over the years. Can be known by their ability to always find a way to be touching and playing with a new toy, which it will use for about six weeks before it pays out full price for the next big thing. It is also good at bringing any conversation around to either its latest find or the next big thing that it plans to pre-order and then stand in line for at 4 AM. This animal is also the person who refuses to support legacy hardware and software, instead using company money to chase the new hawtness in OS, hardware, and programming language. While usually quite talented, it can be frustrating to take over a project after they have moved onto the next shiny object, because you have to make heads or tails of their RubyC#PERLJavaJavascriptOnRails magnum opus and keep it up and running.
- The Project Manager – Some specimens of this start out as actual technical people, gaining experience in what it takes to actually do the jobs they are now trying to schedule. The ones that seem to pop up in my memory are former DreamWeaver jockeys who figured out how to make a gantt chart after the dotcom bust. Can be known by their ability to use words like ‘leverage’, ‘synergy’, or ‘enterprise’. Extreme examples don’t really care whether or not the project they’re managing was successful, so long as it failed on time and on budget.
- The Technology Manager – This funny animal is a remnant of past times. They fondly remember setting up compute clusters on a Vax, serial hardware dongles that were used as software licenses, and networking using two inch wide copper wire. They can be known by their inability to ‘get’ virtualization, security, or really anything that was developed after 1985.
- The Tusker – This is an evolutionary cousin of the Technology Manager, but is actually quite useful. It also remembers VMS, SNA, COBOL, and all of the other things that were developed for the Apollo missions, and in some instances is still taking care of them. However, it remembers all of the technical details and can sometimes relate the concepts to new technology. It may not be interested in learning the guts of KVM, but at least it doesn’t dismiss it as new-fangled nonsense. Well, not much, anyway. It is called the Tusker because it’s like an old elephant, who is just hanging on long enough to die happy. Extreme examples of this group are also known as the RBDP: Retired But Drawing Paycheck.
- The Haxor – An example of parallel evolution, in that this creature emulates the behavior and values of the Mall Ninja. The Black Hat fancies itself as a security expert, and takes every opportunity to try to figure out everyone’s passwords, get into their email, and generally be a nuisance to all who it touches. Unless forced to by a dress code, it wears old, baggy cargo pants or shorts, and a seemingly endless array of Black Hat, SANS, ThinkGeek, and vendor give-away tee shirts. Hired to help lock down and protect systems and networks, he visualizes his responsibilities as telling war stories from his latest LAN war and trying to penetrate the systems instead of protecting them. Talk of configuring iptables and Snort bores this animal, as those are defensive in nature, and it only uses its skills in the offense.
- The Old Shaman – Normally, a Unix or Mainframe guy, but some older Microsoft people are gaining this title as well. These creatures have been working on the same technology for many years, and have the scars to show for it. Each of these scars is catalogued and the place, time, and event that brought it into being can be talked about at length, especially if multiple Old Shamen were involved and are there to talk about them. While their technology may be old, it is still a powerful force in the company, and these Shaman are the wise old men who will be there to bring along the Gadget Guy and the Haxor when they age out of their adolescence. Extreme examples have scars from VMS, Windows, and Unix, and can knit beautiful solutions using technology from multiple platforms into works of geek art that will not survive their passing from the scene.
- The Bushy Tailed NeoPhyte – This newcomer to the ecosystem can evolve into any of the above fauna. It’s kind of the stem cell of our little ecosystem. If paid well, it can morph into the Gadget Guy. If given too much time on their hands, they can become the Haxor. Eventually, they will evolve into some of the older species. The Neophyte can be known by the fact that their dominant hand is usually filled with a RedBull or some other sweet concoction, they still wear their college clothes to the office, and may still talk passionately about how they want to use their talents in technology to make the world a better place. Eventually, their soul will be crushed and they can begin their evolution to the higher forms of life in the IT ecosystem.
Posted by daddybear71 on November 8, 2011
https://daddybearsden.com/2011/11/08/it-people-i-have-known/
An Heirloom Comes Home
A Texas man is celebrating the return of a family heirloom that was stolen a decade ago. The item in question is a nickel plated Colt single action .45, given to his grandfather in 1901. So in addition to the value of such an antique, there’s the sentimental value of getting your granddad’s gun back.
Apparently someone stole it, and the ATF got a tip that someone was trying to sell it, arrested two goblins, and then returned the gun to the family after the trial was over.*
I’m glad to see a part of this families history returned to it, and I’m glad to see two of the thieves that took it from them going away. For once, cheers to the ATF.
*I know, I’m shocked too.
Posted by daddybear71 on November 7, 2011
https://daddybearsden.com/2011/11/07/an-heirloom-comes-home/







