Archive for August, 2010


It is 10:15pm and I gave up and called CW rather than wait for her to call me.  There was an emergency case that came through that the docs had to deal with so they just now finished stitching the boy up.  Sixteen stitches to his knee and some decent opiates, so even though I have not seen his latest “owie” (his words) I can guess that it looked gross.  Good thing they took him to the regular hospital since the urgent care left a lot of debris in the wound.  They haven’t left yet so… we wait.


I got a call from Cruel Wife while I was at work today.  Through casual conversation she frantically told me the news…

Frankenboy slipped on the bricks next to the fireplace and gashed his knee clean open. Yay!

Stitches.  Blood.  Hollerin’.  Bloody mess.

Thing about owning a dog like Zoe-pup – it means never having to clean up a bloody mess yourself.  I got home and the place was spotless and really just cleaner than clean.

On the way home I stopped by the pharmacy and picked him up a rubber snake – and put a bandaid on it’s knee.  Wherever that is.

They’re still there getting him patched up so I’ll fill y’all in later.  Had no idea it would stretch out this long.

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The Crafting of Words

Yesterday’s post was in jest, the coining of what I think would be a fun word… douché (look it up).  Yes, it is a rude(-ish) word.  Still, the world is full of rude people that deserve that particular rejoinder.

But today on NPR (yes, NPR -all my truck radio gets is FM and most stations I get suck) I was driving home and heard an interview with Roseanne Cash, Johnny Cash’s daughter.  It was a serious interview, just like this is kind of a serious posting.

In the course of the interview it came out that in her memoir she told a story that would wreck a person if they had even a shred of heart and experienced it.  A story of  “a haunting roadside encounter on a cold night”… I will always remember the turn of phrase she used to end that story:

This is how the heart sounds when it’s broken open.

Ok, first off, that is first-class wordcrafting in my opinion, but you kind of need to hear the story that leads up to it.  (warning, might even be a two-hanky story for some)  It is certainly enough to cause you to think.

The NPR page with the link to the audio is here.

As a rule, I hate memoirs, but darned if she didn’t captivate me with her insights, and I’ll probably pick it up.


Ok, to offset the seriousness, I managed to get my daughter to grimace in a way that I just LIVE FOR.

I asked Girlhead as she was getting ready for bed if she had brushed her teeth yet.

“No, not yet,” she says as she turns around to head to the bathroom.

“Well you better brush ’em before they fall out!”

Few things offend a seven-year-old girl’s sensibilities quite like a father’s statements of the absurd.

As she trudged to the bathroom she was heard by Cruel Wife to have muttered quietly “They won’t fall out until I’m TWELVE…”

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Coining of Words

Through the course of today’s work, a word has emerged.

If it is not already  a word, I submit for your approval

dou·ché  (dyoo-shay’)


Used to acknowledge, to an asshole who may or may not be a total idiot, a successful criticism or an effective point in argument.
[derived from French, from past participle of toucher, to hit or wound in fencing, from Old French touchier & the noun douchebag]
Note:  h/t to co-workers Black Lab on Amphetamines and ByteGobbler on the word coinage
While statements that use words like “may be as big” are horribly vague and nearly impossible to verify when used in a context/article like this, certainly a certain sentiment is captured.
In his new book, Scott Rasmussen says, “The gap between Americans who want to govern themselves and politicians who want to rule over them may be as big today as the gap between the colonies and England during the 18th century.”

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Damn You, BP.

Damn you, BP for your destruction of the environment all the way up to Michigan.  We need you to cover the lost wages and livilihoods up here – you have touched so many.   DO you know how awful that critter is going to taste when it gets bigger – all loaded up with petro-tar and chemicals?   Will we even be able to recognize the internal organs?  So start by sending me monies which I  will distribute to other hard-hit otherwise tax paying citizens.

Passed on by curtalfriar at FountainAbbey…

DAMN you, BP!  The Humane Society is probably looking at an epidemical influx of petro-pups right now.  Damn damn damn.

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I did say I would throw a pic your way that showed the results of GirlHead’s weedwhack job on FrankenBoy’s hair.

Actually this is the result of trying to fix what she did to his hair.

Her hairstyling is now a running joke here – a joke that she is enjoying playing along with even though she knows she ought not do it again.

Our net has been really flaky otherwise you would have gotten this a day ago.

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Snippets Update (from stuff below):

We were way cool with GirlHead.

I came home and said to her (really off-hand-like) after I’d been home for a while “So, I hear you cut your brother’s hair.”

She said “Yeah.”

I said “Well, it looks good now, but you don’t need to give any more haircuts to your brother, do you?”

Girlhead grins and says “Nah.”

The boy is *yay* shy of being a cue-ball.

I looked at him and said “So, how do you like your haircut?”  He thought I said that I liked his haircut.  I didn’t disabuse him of the notion.

He runs to Cruel Wife and says “Mom!  Daddy likes my haircut!”

It’s all good.  We’re cool.  Bunch of little Fonzies.

Pics tomorrow, I promise.
**** The Original Posting ****

News Flash…

Cruel Wife came into the kid’s bedroom just as Girlhead (age 7) just completed frantic repairs to a botched haircut she just performed on FrankenBoy (age 4).

Girlhead looked at Cruel Wife and burst into tears.

Which really is kind of enough to break your heart right there.  She knew she messed up and felt HORRIBLE about it.

No report yet on the repairs on that, but one assumes that FrankenBoy will be also known as FrankenBoy Luc Picard or Cue-Ball.

Pictures later…

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Update:  Pentagon demands WikiLeaks returns documents.

Return?  Screw that, it’s a waste of time.  Damage is done – even if they are “unpublished” they are out there and they will turn up.  NYT has them, remember?  The only thing NYT doesn’t publish is what makes their causes look bad.  Any claim they have ever made about loyalty, patriotism, and “doing the right thing” is suspect.

No, what you do is target the heads of WikiLeaks and NYT as if they were terrorists and stalk them using Predator drones.  Or if you want to be boring, snatch/grab/extradite/try/hang them.

Make no bones – WikiLeaks and by association also the co-conspirators at NYT are terrorists – they actively conspire to aid and abet terrorists – you need no clearer definition than that to identify those who are clearly anti-US and clear threats.


NY Daily:

Sacrifice is something that many Americans are becoming all too familiar with during this economic downturn. It was a key theme in President Obama’s inaugural address to the nation, and he’s referenced it numerous times when lecturing the country on how to get back on its feet.

But while most of the country is pinching pennies and downsizing  summer sojourns – or forgoing them altogether – the Obamas don’t seem to be heeding their own advice. While many of us are struggling, the First Lady is spending the next few days in a five-star hotel on the chic Costa del Sol in southern Spain with 40 of her “closest friends.” According to CNN, the group is expected to occupy 60 to 70 rooms, more than a third of the lodgings at the 160-room resort. Not exactly what one would call cutting back in troubled times.  – Andrea Tantaros

Thank you, Ms. Tantaros.

I am so ****ing glad we’re all in this together, Mr. President.


And now Obama is mulling over a mortgage-relief plan?

Main Street may be about to get its own gigantic bailout. Rumors are running wild from Washington to Wall Street that the Obama administration is about to order government-controlled lenders Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac to forgive a portion of the mortgage debt of millions of Americans who owe more than what their homes are worth. An estimated 15 million U.S. mortgages – one in five – are underwater with negative equity of some $800 billion. Recall that on Christmas Eve 2009, the Treasury Department waived a $400 billion limit on financial assistance to Fannie and Freddie, pledging unlimited help. The actual vehicle for the bailout could be the Bush-era Home Affordable Refinance Program, or HARP, a sister program to Obama’s loan modification effort. HARP was just extended through June 30, 2011.

The move, if it happens, would be a stunning political and economic bombshell less than 100 days before a midterm election in which Democrats are currently expected to suffer massive, if not historic losses. The key date to watch is August 17 when the Treasury Department holds a much-hyped meeting on the future of Fannie and Freddie.

I’m now officially boiling-over pissed-off MAD.

Because of life-circumstances we aren’t doing so well on cash flow ourselves – yet we pay our bills to the best of our ability – and our mortgage – and I’m not asking for any damn relief from the gov’t.  Yes, times are hard but I’m tired of my present-and-future taxes bailing everyone else out when I could use that money rather sorely, too.

No one performed heroics when I nearly lost everything after being out of work for 8 months.  Nor should they have.

If Obama were to really push this, it would be the political equivalent of pissing in a breaker-box.  Have at – give it a try – see how many people who pay the bills will take kindly to this kind of move.

I’m weary of the death by a thousand paper-cuts.

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Missourians voted to NOT have a “must have health insurance” law in defiance of the Federal Gov’t (read: Democrats).

Tuesday’s vote was seen as largely symbolic because federal law generally trumps state law. But it was also seen as a sign of growing voter disillusionment with federal policies and a show of strength by conservatives and the tea party movement.

Enough is enough.

Federal law generally trumps state law, they say.  Way way too much power resides in the hands of the Federal Gov’t.

Correction from Aggie Sith:  Here’s Pete Stark opening his mouth.

Moonbattery has a good post on Stark’s ravings.  The imagery of “peeing on a constituent’s leg” is beautiful to my eyes.  Ears.  Brain.  Whatever.

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Is it Chilly in Here?

Enacting a fight in front of a police office in order to create a “teachable moment”?

If that isn’t one of the more crass things I’ve heard of in a long time I don’t know what is.  It ought to be handled on the same level as filing a fraudulent police report at the least.

I’m sorry but this does fall under “racism” because it presumes a certain behavior based on skin color, which exactly falls under one of the issues that the civil rights movement was supposed to help alleviate.

Steams my clams.  The “test” was a no-win situation for the officer.  He could be accused of using too much force, too little force, or inappropriate response.  Talk about a “loaded” situation.


Last post generated some interesting comments based on a soundtrack to a movie that I found.

The Jackal (with Bruce Willis playing The Jackal).

It prompted the coldest lines I have yet to hear in a movie.

The Jackal: Ooh, that’s bad. The blood’s almost black, that means the bullet’s in your liver. You have about 20 minutes to live. If the pain gets to be too much, you can take your hand away. Then you’ll be dead in 5 minutes.

Valentina Koslova: When Declan kills you, you think of me, OK.

The Jackal: OK. I’ll make a note of that.

[grabs her head]

The Jackal: If you see Declan before you die, you tell him that he can’t protect his women.

Got any colder ones?  Love to hear ’em.

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In a decidedly irregular update I have to say (in a most ridiculous tweety-facebookey way) that I am happy to have found a copy of the soundtrack to The Jackal.  Just had a nice mix.  Music is a window to the soul, I say.  I like Primal Scream’s “Star”, The Prodigy’s “Poison”, Dollshead “It’s Over, It’s Under”, and Bush “Swallowed”.  Love anything by Massive Attack, so the inclusion of anything there is a plus.

The movie – it’s ok.  It does feature one of the coldest-bastard performances by Bruce Willis ever.  Toxic human-analogue.


Is it ethical for every possible good/bad outcome regarding black/white individuals to have insinuations of racial motivation?

The politically charged decisions by veteran Democratic Reps. Charles Rangel of New York and Maxine Waters of California to force public trials by the House ethics committee are raising questions about race and whether black lawmakers face more scrutiny over allegations of ethical or criminal wrongdoing than their white colleagues.

I was on the receiving end of being accused of racial motivation for an e:mail once when it was addressed to the entire team and was an emphatic plea for extra diligence – we were at a point where time lost for not double-checking would have been catastrophic.

What ended up happening was an individual who I actually consider to this day to be the most conscientious and hard-working person I have ever met going to the supervisor – of the same race/color/creed and spent time having to deny an accusation.

It left a very bad taste in my mouth.

Assumption made:  Guilty until proven innocent (which is not possible as the doubt is always going to be there regardless of what you say).  Problem encountered:  The plaintiff didn’t bother to ask what the problem was to me directly.  Defense:  None  that matters worth a tinker’s damn.  Solution:  A lot of hard feelings for something that didn’t exist.

This is sad, because faced with a true instance of racism against the guy, I’d have had his back every step of the way.

NOW… Does anyone really doubt that Rangel and Waters aren’t both at the very least skirting the fringes of ethicality, given the barebones of what is known?

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Update:  You missed the boat. It was 3:53pm and she sheepishly said “Happy Birthday”.

LK: No biggie, I don’t really make that big a deal of it.  I was just guessing how many hours it’d take you…

CW:  … to bring it up?

LK:  Yup.


Let’s take a pool and see how many hours from right now it takes Cruel Wife to realize that she forgot my birthday.  This isn’t even the day so there’s no graceful save on this one.

I’m not ticked, and simple fact is, I hate celebrating my birthday.  It’s not a “getting old” thing because there is NO sense in getting uptight about it.  Happens whether you like it or not.

I just find it strange to get excited on one particular day when we kind of should (in the background) celebrate someone’s continued existence daily.  No, it’s not a Zen thing or hippie-dippie new age thing.  Think of the House quote:

The notion of picking one time of year to be decent to other people is obscene because it’s actually validating the notion of being miserable wretches the rest of the year. – House

House means it about Christmas, but hey, insert any arbitrary occasion you like.

This will be fun!  Anyone care to hazard a guess?

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