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Today’s Earworm

This time, we’re going back to Junior High.  I remember just about killing myself trying to pedal my bike as fast as I could because this song got my heart pumping.

Sorry OldNFO, they didn’t make any music videos featuring P-3’s.

Today at the Playground

Dear Creepy Guy at the Playground,

Yes, I know I gave you the hairy eyeball a few times as you sat on the bench at the playground this afternoon.  You see, it’s a bit unusual for an older man to walk alone into a fenced-in playground and sit on the park bench watching the children while holding a bicycle pump.  Plus your chosen attire of a loose fitting hawaiian shirt over a tee shirt screamed “cover garment” to me, and I was looking for the print of a weapon on you.  Not that I have a problem with a parent carrying concealed when they take their kid to the playground. But since I was able to match every child on that playground with an adult that wasn’t you, and you didn’t interact with any of the other adults but were very interested in seeing what the kids were up to, you made my Spidey sense tingle enough to wonder if you had a gun under that shirt along with the openly carried bicycle pump.

I’d say that I was just being paranoid, but you see, all of the other parents seemed to be making sure their kids stayed away, and I heard several mention you to their co-parents.  It’s kind of a herd mentality.  You see, a childless adult, especially a lone male, who is showing a strange amount of attention to our children makes the herd nervous.

I’m glad that nothing happened, and all you did was creep me out a bit as I made sure I kept myself between you and BooBoo.  I hope you enjoyed your walk as you picked up your bicycle pump after a few minutes and headed back the way you came.

Have a nice one,

Daddy J. Bear

Advice

Men, if your wife spends the morning power washing the exterior of your home, which for the most part means blasting off the accumulated grime and algae that’s stuck to the sidewalk, and a lot of it ends up deposited on her from head to foot, it is not in your best interest to refer to her as “My Sexy Swamp Thing”.

Today’s Earworm

Continuing our movie music from earlier days, this one is from “The Crow”.  I started listening to The Cure after we moved from North Dakota to the Bay Area, and I’ve never stopped.  Yes, it’s moody, dark, and cynical music, but then again, so am I.

Shoutouts

Only have a couple today, and they’re a mixed bag.

To the inbred, bucktoothed, ratfaced, white trash pig eyed sack of moose crap that was driving the rusted out Chevy with the 10+ foot whip antenna affixed to the bumper:  When you braked hard at the yellow light because you can’t judge time and distance, the antenna to your mobile command post came back and smacked my hood and windshield.  That’s why I honked my horn.  I’m glad good sense came over you after you came flying out of your rustbucket and started walking back towards my car, because if you had taken a couple more steps, we might have had a problem.  I guess acting like Billy Badass doesn’t work too well when the subject of your ire is about a foot taller, about 50 pounds heavier, and doesn’t even blink when you come at him spewing expletives.  No offense dude, but I’m not impressed with your Napoleon complex.  I’ve been cussed at by professionals.  Thanks so much for getting back into your crate and burning rubber to show your manhood.  One thought – if you ever make that rude gesture to me again, your girlfriend’s going to miss that finger when I bite it off. Another thought:  It’s called an antenna tie-down.  Maybe you should look into them.

On a more happy note:  to the eight or ten balloon pilots that flew behind our house tonight, thank you.  You made a little boy’s day.  I wish you happy winds, gentle updrafts, and easy landings.

Thoughts on the Rapture

OK, for the moment, let’s assume that the church that is predicting that the Apocalypse will begin tomorrow is more than a bunch of whackjobs who failed reading comprehension while reading the New Testament.  I know it’s hard, but let’s do it for the sake of the argument.

If I walk out into my yard tomorrow, and the living saints that live in the two houses to my west and south are gone, things will have abruptly changed.

I’m guessing that by the time I realize it’s happened, most of the rest of Louisville will have lost its bloody mind.  Even if I was in a looting frame of mind (I won’t be), all the good stores would have already been emptied and set on fire.  My guess is that my neighborhood would quickly turn into an armed camp to keep rioters, panicked hippies, distressed yuppies, and ironically frightened hipsters out.  Yes, I have neighborhoods that have all of those within striking distance of my house.

While I don’t think I’ll see anyone in the colander and banana hammock outfit here in Kentucky, I’m guessing that bands of these kinds of people will roam the wasteland that once was the Bluegrass:

  • Shocked Atheists, Muslims, and New Age hippies – These will be the most surprised of us all.
  • Disappointed Born Again Christians – Apparently God doesn’t grade on a curve, and somehow, these guys didn’t make the cut.  They are going to be pissed after spending a lifetime getting ready for the big game and then having to sit it out.  These people may be the ones I have to watch the most.  They’re going to either do a 180 and become evil incarnate or they’re going to try to buy their way into heaven with my soul.  I’m not sure which one is worse.
  • Self sufficient rednecks – These will quickly become my best friends.  They didn’t make the cut to go straight to heaven, but they were raised right by church ladies and will be trying to get picked up in the second round.  Plus, they know where the best places to hunt, fish, and make whiskey are.
  • PGA people, golfers, and other morons – They were getting Valhalla ready for a tournament next weekend, and now all of the help has disappeared, either to heaven or to go looting.  They’ll be looking for a valet, a caddy, and a groundskeeper, and will be petulant that the beer is a bit tepid.
  • Kentucky and Louisville fans – These two groups will roam the countryside in a running battle over the wearing of the blue and red.  If you thought the Crips and Bloods were bad, have the best people in our society disappear, leave the liquor stores unguarded, and take away all of the societal restraints that keep these two from tearing into each other.

As for me, I’ll be at home cleaning the guns, raising the kids, and sharpening a homemade war axe for Ragnarok.  Now that the Christian God has blown the starting whistle, it’s time to get back to basics. If it’s the end of the world, I’m going down like a Viking, and I’ll show those ball-chasers down the road what Valhalla really means.

Today’s Earworm

My ipod seems to be stuck on soundtracks from the 1980’s and early 1990’s, so I thought I’d pick a few of my favorites.

This one is from “The Lost Boys”.  Everytime I watch this movie, I get homesick for Monterey.  Lost Boys was shot across the bay at the Santa Cruz boardwalk.  I must have spent about half of my Friday or Saturday nights up there during the spring and summer of 1990.

News Roundup

From the Crime Blotter:

Police in Pennsylvania say they may have inadvertently burned $8000 in cash that was seized in an arrest. When a judge ordered them to return the money, they somehow were unable to find it.  Something tells me Christmas parties in 2009 and 2010 kicked ass!

A substitute teacher in Georgia was arrested after he allegedly went to the back of his classroom and urinated into a garbage can while class was in session.  Maybe he’d lost the hall pass?

In Nebraska, three people were arrested on suspicion of stealing used cooking grease from restaurants.  My gut tells me that some of the grease came from a Dunkin’ Donuts, and the police just had to follow their noses.  And I guess it’s hard to make a clean getaway when you’re stealing old used grease.

In other news:

There’s a bear in Washington State that needs to turn his guy card in.  Apparently he was chased up a tree by a teacup poodle.  Now, little dogs can be mean as snakes, and they don’t know they’re little.  But being treed by an appetizer would be embarrassing.  And the dog is named “Shmoopy”.  If that’s a male dog, don’t be surprised if it hangs itself one day.

A recent study of Extra Sensory Perception (ESP) shows that it doesn’t exist.  I don’t know how, but I knew that was what they were going to say.

Scientists believe that there may be as many as 400 billion homeless planets in the galaxy.  These are planets that for one reason or another were ejected from the star system that created them.  Something tells me that when humans start exploring interstellar space for real, the line “That’s no planet, that’s a space station!” will be the proximate cause of more than a few beatings.

Thought for the Day

I’m not a packrat, I just keep all my old code stashed away for later use.

Yesterday I was given a tasking, and I thought I had until Monday morning to have it done.

This morning I found out I had to have it working before I leave work on Friday.

And another tasking came down the chute while I was wrist deep in code at 4:07 PM.

The thought that went through my head as “We who are about to die, salute you!”.

So I closed out the script I was writing from scratch, hunted through my old PERL code, and found two or three scripts that if modified a little and combined, should do the job.  Maybe not as  elegantly as the from the ground up re-write I was working on, but they will give us the output we need.  I got the 80% solution done in about 3 hours, and I’ll polish it tomorrow.  That’ll leave me with time to do the other tasking before the world stops turning due to lack of attention on my part.

Never throw away old code.  You never know when you’re going to need it.

Scientists Overpromising the Future Again

Speaking of breathless reporting, scientists in England have found a way to layer polymers in such a way that the resulting material is intricate, beautiful, and difficult to counterfeit.  


By using highly ordered polymer layers, the researchers were able to create any color in the rainbow from two non-colored materials. The color also changes depending on the viewing angle.

The complexity of the chemistry involved in making the polymer means they are very difficult for counterfeiters to copy, they said, making them ideally suited for use on passports or banknotes.

While this is impressive, and if adopted, would make counterfeiting printed materials harder in the short term, I think these guys are forgetting a couple of things:

  1. Anything we can do or make, hostile nation states such as North Korea can either copy outright or make a facsimile of that’s close enough to pass all but the closest scrutiny.
  2. Anything that requires a university or industrial lab now will be done in a high school lab in 10 years, and at a kitchen table in 20.
All my life, I’ve heard how some new technological wonder was the breakthrough that would eradicate some problem.  This holds especially true in the IT world.  Each new discovery or method was going to change everything from the way we work at our jobs to the way that we educate our kids.  But after 30 years of massive technological advance, I still work in an office the same way people did in the 1950’s, and my kids still go to schools the same way I did.  We may use more technology to do our jobs, but the description of what we do isn’t that different from what Ward and the Beaver did.

Scientists need to tone down the promises of a brave new world a bit.  Just come out and say that you’ve found a really neat new way to weave materials that will make it harder to counterfeit stuff for a while and leave it at that.