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Cruel Wife and the kids dropped me off at PDX three hours early so they could make it to their hotel.

Honestly, I needed the down time. I hate goodbyes with family I see once a year.

Did you know that time stops in airports? Just like hospitals, courtrooms, funeral homes, and shopping malls.

But as I cruise the ‘net, I find interesting things, and this one brought a huge smile to my face. Not for the young victim, because nothing will fix him, and my heart bleeds for him. But the smile came from seeing this sorry sack of shit get what he has coming to him.

Actually he has more that he deserves, but I bet it will come to him soon enough.

The father is a saint, for having the self control to not kick the sick son of a bitch to death.

Yeah, you’ll have to pardon my frame of mind. I will be better in a few days.

an eternity later

Just saw Peter Ustinov. He shambled into the airport men’s room as I left it.

I am not sure which is more disturbing; Seeing Peter Ustinov or the realization of how old I have to be to recognize a long dead actor from so many years ago.

“Thirty five minutes” until my flight begins boarding. Might as well be like the Stephen King short story “The Jaunt”.

I am near to going home after a week with family. It has been fun but I am ready to go home. Sleep in my own bed, sit in my own chair, and kick my own cat.

Let us be clear… I love seeing my family but I hate coming back to where I grew up. Too many memories.

In a handful of hours I will be back in my own home, and thrilled to be there.

But I enjoy seeing my dad. He and I got on the topic of adults that we ran across in our young lives that took an interest in us but we never understood why until years later, or may not have ever done so.

He mentioned one teacher who wrote in his book “‘Can’t’ never did anything.”

It is an unusual thing to say in a kid’s autograph book and surely had a reason.

I told him that I had a teacher give me “The Count of Monte Cristo”. He remembered her well.

Out of all the kids she had in her classes she wasn’t known for handing out books not on the reading list and saying things such as “I think you will really identify with the main character.”

And I still wonder what made her do that. I can make all sorts of guesses but what did she know or think she knew about me and my life?

If you have had that happen, I would love to hear about it, and why you think it happened.

Getting a grip.

Oh for f*ck’s sake.  Will you people please get a grip?  Put your hands on your shoulders, take a deep breath, and pull your heads out of your ass.

brazil-womanI mean, geez, have a little pride, why don’t you?

If the harshest thing in your life is the loss of a soccer match, then you aren’t dead but you surely aren’t living.

That’s it for now.  Busy enough at work that I have little good to say so I’ll keep it short.

Stress Felines.

Several of us at work have been lobbying for a company feline.

A cat who wanders around and provides fuzz therapy to stressed out engineers. How could that go wrong? Relaxed laser engineers are engineers who do not read Braille.

I had thought a name that played on our company name would be good, as a mascot. After reconsideration, I believe I have a better name.

Karoshi

What better choice? It works on many levels. A hidden joke, a statement about the work environment, and a dig at cats, who generally are not known for being work beasts. Generally.

When the boss asks about the origin of the name I would just say “it is a Super Mario Kart character name.”

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I hink I stole this from AG over at H&B.

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Spent the last week earning my arrogance – it requires yearly upkeep to keep your certs current. In a few more days… Vacation. A much needed vacation. Badly so.

My first sight when I got home.

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Heaping teaspoon of saccharine, anyone?

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Lemurita and I have started watching Fringe. A week or so ago we watched Blade Runner (sorry, Mitchell).

Co-worker Prime Number and I are in a race to the bottom with our same-age daughters, where we both let them watch fairly intense stuff with the shared understanding that it allows us to discuss real-world heavy shit with them before the real world gets its claws into them and fills their heads with nonsense.

He watches stuff with his daughters that I would not and vice-versa, but it sort of evens out. He selected Jaws last weekend.

I cannot get Lemurita to watch the Weeping Angels.
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I would say something political but I am disgusted by the leftist NPR and conservative bitch-radio both. Conservative outfits can only bitch, not offer solutions. Liberal outfits can only deny reality.

Neither is blowing up my skirt.

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Today, my liberal coworker, MaoMao (who carries a photo of Mao in his wallet) darkened my doorway, needing input for the packaging and shipping end of [The_Presure_Cooker_Project].

Being emphatic about the importance of my input, he says “I need attention.”

“Super-strong feminine side, eh, MaoMao?”

“No, just liberal.”

“Is there a difference?”

We’ll start with ugly. This what I think Hell must sound like. Real crazy people shrieking and destroying an abandoned factory as therapy.

Ugly but funny is this item sent to me by Laconic Pup…

 

darkHaving a creeper not too long ago sneak into my house through an open door and blow up the center of my room – and every chest, furnace, and workbench – this one kind of hits home.  Damn creepers.

Now, simply the bad. Portsmouth Sinfonia.

What is interesting is not the music, although it made me laugh like a loon. What is interesting is the brain can tell you every single wrong note, which argues for even music being stored as a series of metaphors.

The good. Hmmm.

I am really not sure what this thing is but it makes me smile and makes me uneasy at the same time.

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Well go read some Real Science. Ought to cheer you up.

Or this.

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Today, the USPTO denied the Redskins their trademark on grounds that it was illegally insensitive and hurt some injun’s feelings somewhere.

Yes, in Colbert fashion I meant to illustrate the ridiculousness of the situation. (See “Sing-Song Chin-Chong” in any web search involving Colbert)

I ask you this: How many pro teams intentionally name their team and go by something meant disparagingly?

Do they have team names like:

Closet Wankers
Dripping Chihuahuas
Cone-Heads
Pocket Trouts
Thundering Manatees

No, they do not. You know why… Because they want to sound noble or fierce or they want to be proud of their mascot. They don’t pick disparaging terms, they just don’t.

So why do we give any attention to a bunch of wanks who say they are offended? To be denied a trademark, someone has to show damages.

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Hey hey hey… Obama doesn’t need to ask Congressional approval in Iraq because, as his cheerleader San Fran Nan says, the authorities are already in place.

Pelosi told reporters that she agreed that the president has all of the authorities that he needs in the authorizations to use military force passed by Congress previously.

“All of the authorities are there. That doesn’t mean I want all of them to be used, especially boots on the ground,” she said. “But I definitely think the president has all of the authority he needs by dint of legislation that was passed in 2001 and 2003.”

She appeared to be referring to the authorizations to use military force passed after the Sept. 11, 2001 attacks and the 2002 authorization to use force in Iraq. Neither of those authorizations have expired, although the official White House position is that the Iraq authorization should be repealed.

Oh, the same authorities granted based on what the dems have called Bush/Cheney lies to invade Iraq for oil? THOSE authorities?

Let’s do the time warp again.

Anyway…

A senior Democratic aide briefed on the meeting disputed McConnell’s characterization of Obama’s remarks. “Whether intentionally or not, Senator McConnell’s comments mischaracterize the tone and the substance of the meeting. The President was very clear that he would keep Congress in the loop.”

Similar to Obama’s most transparent administration ever? Yeah.

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From the “Almost the Most Useless Information Ever” Depatrment…

Americans sleep twice as much as they work, on average.

Averages mean NOTHING. Nothing.

If only one person in ten makes a million dollars and the rest make none at all then the average earnings are $100,000. It is a worthless statement.

From the article it is numbers pulled from ages 15 and up. The kids sleep more, work less. The adults work more, sleep less in general. But everybody sleeps some. Not everybody works. It is a totally bullshit pile of stupid.

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