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Update:  Coworker Black Lab on Meth got this at a local fair.   Here it is shown in my office about ready to take a crap on my desk.  A few nuts, bolts, and washers per crapload, which no one is going to notice amongst all the nuts, bolts, and washers on my desk already.

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Frankenboy as I may have mentioned before is a pretty high-end (functioning) autistic kid.  He has his mannerisms, some of which drives one nuts, some which are kind of cute, and some that leave you scratching your head.

But in other ways, he’s Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes.

I had a less-than-zero sleep last night and by 7:45am I was hearing the sounds of Cruel Wife rushing to get out the door.  I could hear her brushing hair, doing the makeup, and the pfffft of a quick shot of hair spray.

Still 3/4ths asleep I noted it and resolved to lay back down until when my alarms were set, at 7:59am and 8:03am (I have this thing about wanting prime numbers, no repeat numbers, and not liking increments of five in my alarm clock settings).

Some time later, I smelled hair spray – very strongly.  I threw the covers over my head while thinking “Jeez that is ridiculous”.  A minute later I threw the covers off my head to get some fresh air and gagged at the smell which was an order of magnitude worse.   Covers went back over my head and I said to myself “Damn, CW, that’s over the top.  Must be a bad hair day to rival Bill Clinton’s”.

A few minutes later I was looking for fresh air and it was just as bad – hair spray fumes were making stratified layers of haze across the room.  I closed my eyes and ducked under the covers again, resolving to get some more shut-eye.

The alarm clock went off.  I smacked it with my foot and it turned off the alarm.  I closed my eyes again and almost immediately the thing went off again, this time to a radio station, which told me that it was the second alarm.  I stomped on it with my foot and it, too, turned off.

At least the hair spray smell was abating a bit.  I went back under the covers and resolved to get up in a few minutes.

Fast-forward 37 minutes – I looked at the clock and realized I was late.  I leapt out of bed, got on my fuzzy robe, and realized that the sitter had already arrived and was on the couch reading her paper as I dashed to shower.  Did all the appropriate get-ready-for-work things, picked up all my pocket stuff (change, keys, smartphone), and realized I had no hair spray.  So I ran to the other bathroom where CW keeps hers and… she was out.  The can was gone and there was only some kiwi-scented (flavored?) gel stuff, which I was not going to use.

On the way to work I called her and said “So, you ran out of hairspray this morning, huh?”

“No, I have been running low but I still had a decent amount.”

And it dawned on both of us at the same time that Frankenboy must have imitated Dear Old Mom and hosed himself with spray to the point of exhausting every last bit of propellant and toxic hair spray glue that was left in the can.   Which means that everything in the house will be tacky for a while and that the cats may hork up next week’s hairballs tonight because of the aerosolized glue.

On the way out, Frankenboy said “I want to play on the Playstation.”  I told him “No, I have taken it away for a week, remember?”

He ran over and beat up the couch.   I told him that I understood that he was angry and that was ok, but he still doesn’t get the Playstation.   He looked at me and then beat up the couch again.   We repeated that once more and I told him to go to his room and be angry there.

He ignored me until I hit a count of “two” and then did it, and slammed his door.   Then I heard another door slam.  Then a third.

I thought “But their room only has two doors…?”

SLAM…. SLAM…. SLAM….

He was making his point to keep slamming the door until I fully understood That He Was Angry.

I went in and told him he was making the perfect case for losing the Playstation for another week or two.  That resulted in a major pouting session but by then I really had to go to work.

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Truth is, moving has always been hard on material goods.  I’d rather damage my own stuff than pay someone large sums of money to destroy mine for me.

Finally last night stuff was delivered from my dad’s house to here via big truck.

I am less than pleased.  Luckily a weapon was not handy.

I had been looking forward all summer to getting a secretary that belonged to my grandparents – my favorite grandparents.

The driver tried to put that aside in the shop saying “it had some damage, broken glass, so I put it out there.”

I wasn’t happy but moved on with the rest of the stuff.

Then I went out to the garage and started cutting away the packing material.  The driver tried to call me over for some paperwork before I looked too closely but I said “It can wait” in my quietest “don’t screw with me or you’ll find out just how awful bad I can be when I put my mind to it” voice.  Clint Eastwood would be proud.

The covers fell away and I saw what had been done.

****!!!  THE ONE THING THAT I REALLY TREASURED… THE ONE ****ING THING!!  AND IT IS ****ED UP!! … … ****!!! GODDAMN IT, THE ONE ****ING THING THAT REALLY MEANT SOMETHING TO ME AND YOU GUYS ****ING TREATED IT LIKE IT WAS A PIECE OF ****ING TRASH!

Then I got angry.

The piece was partially demolished.  The glass was broken out, the back was cracked all up and down, and the backing above a curio shelf was torn completely off.  One of the casters was ripped out.

The guy looked a bit nervous, and rightfully so, seeing me go from calm and affable to furious and then back to quiet, oh so quiet.  It’s when I get quiet that things are… bad.

It’s probably a good thing that I didn’t have something with destructive capabilities handy (even though I was in my garage).

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Rightfully so…

Who can blame Bush?  I’d be pissed too.  Either Obama can’t hold his tongue or he needs to clean house of those who can’t take the job seriously.

Crap, normal people with Secret clearance are usually held to account, these folks ought to be as well.

From Drudge:

BUSH ANGER: OBAMA AIDES LEAK CHAT DETAILS
Tue Nov 11 2008 09:28:10 ET

Just hours after President Bush and President-elect Obama met in the Oval Office of the White House, details of their confidential conversation began leaking out to the press, igniting anger from the president, sources claim.

"Senator Obama would be wise to keep close counsel," a top Bush source warned.

"BUSH AND OBAMA AT ODDS OVER AID FOR AUTO INDUSTRY," splashed the NEW YORK TIMES in an exclusive Monday evening, quoting "people familiar with the discussion."

The two met at the White House in private, without staff.

"Bush indicated at the meeting that he might support some aid and a broader economic stimulus package if Obama and congressional Democrats dropped their opposition to a free-trade agreement with Colombia," claimed the TIMES.

MORE

The ASSOCIATED PRESS quickly followed with details of the conversation, citing "aides who described the discussion on grounds of anonymity, citing the private nature of the meeting."

Bush advisers view the leaks as an effort to undermine the president's remaining days in office.

"Senator Obama may not be familiar with a long-standing tradition of presidents holding their private conversations, private," a senior adviser explained to the DRUDGE REPORT.

Developing...

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And, who can blame this girl?  Good for you for sticking up for yourself.  More courage than a lot of us have – plus she hasn’t gotten a fair shake and is probably tired, too.  Poor kid.  I can’t see the grand design here.

And the damn nanny-state has to jump in where it’s pretty obviously not a case of “this is an easy way to ditch the kid”.  I don’t understand why authorities all the way around are incapable of using common sense.  To force that girl to do anything is cruel, even forcing her to “live”.

Girl, 13, Rejects Life-Saving Heart Transplant, Goes Home to Die

Tuesday , November 11, 2008

A 13-year-old girl is home with her family after convincing British authorities to allow her the right to refuse a heart transplant.

Hannah Jones tells the Daily Mirror she’s had enough of hospitals — where she spent much of the last eight years — and just wants to spend time with her parents, brother and sisters.

The newspaper is reporting in Tuesday’s editions that Hannah was about to be removed from her parents’ care by local authorities, who were insisting she agree to a heart transplant.

But the paper is quoting Hannah’s father as saying that his daughter convinced the authorities the operation wasn’t in her best interest.

Hannah was diagnosed with leukemia when she was 4. It was later discovered she has cardiomyopathy, a disease of the heart.

According to the Times of London, doctors have warned Hannah that a heart transplant is risky and that, even if it succeeded, the drugs used to prevent her body rejecting the new heart could prompt a recurrence of the leukemia.

Hannah’s mother Kirsty, an intensive care nurse, and her father Andrew, an auditor, say they respect their daughter’s wishes and are angry that the hospital brought the action.

(source:  http://www.foxnews.com/printer_friendly_story/0,3566,449912,00.html)

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Mike Baker on the Democratic wins – Presidential and Congressional.   Titled:

Click Your Heels Three Times Fast and Say Hope and Change

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More Democrats eat their own…

Ouroboros, redefined…

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At least they’re keeping their sense of humor.  Norovirus at Grand Rapids’ Hope College.

Also nice that the article’s author caught it… the humor, that is.

The Facebook page offers T-shirts for sale that say “Norovirus ’08” on the front and “Victim — The college is not being quarantined … students are encouraged to remain calm” on the back.

And one commenter, jvh679 on the webnews page said:

I heard yesterday that this was Bush’s fault. Just thought I’d save someone the trouble.

Response by LordRamoth:

yeah, i heard that McCain planted the virus provided by Bush…

Then, by  Griff10:

At least Bush found his weapons of Mass destruction!

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Don’t know how/why of it, but damn is it weird. Sorry, but it is.  The offspring of an unholy union of man/giraffe – every bit as terrifying as mixing an elephant with a pig.  Although… I was under the impression that it was only the women that did this stuff.neckked

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