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Quizzicality.

I am still not quite up to snuff.  It’s nothing bad, I am just taking less painkillers by pure choice and feeling the effects of post-surgery more.

I’m told to stop doing this as being all tensed up and such makes it take that much longer to heal but dammit I’m sick and tired of being drugged.  I know people pay good money for that but I value my brain.

Don’t you worry, I give in when I’ve got no other choice.  I’m a control freak.  What do you want to hear?

I did get out with Cruel Wife and toured her company.

Some roads around Detroit are better than I remember.  Some still suck ass, and those range from feeling like the cobblestones at the end of the Tour de France to feeling like a Hare Scramble in Baja, Mexico.

Slice it any way you like, Detroit roads are hell on neck fusions and it is a LONG drive.  On the ride out there I tensed up, gritted my teeth, made sudden hissing noises.  Sensing that it would be better to distract Cruel Wife and myself from these sounds and thoughts, I struck up a conversation.

LK:  Hey.

CW: What?

LK:  When I meet your new boss, can I screw with his head?

CW:  No.

LK:  Can I subtly push him off balance?

CW:  No.

LK:  Can I plant the seeds for screwing with his head the next time I meet him?

CW:  NO!  No no no no – NO.  Leave him alone.  Wait until you and I both know him better.

LK:  (Pouting)  Man, I enjoy messing with people’s heads.

CW:  I know you do, and so does he in an overt way.  You like to do it stealthily so they don’t get it at first…

LK:  And then, reveal it to them when it will have maximal impact.  Yes.  Yes, I do. 

LK:  (Pause while thinking about it.)  Huh huh huh.

(That’s the laugh women can’t do because they don’t have the right equipment.)

CW:  No, you cannot mess with his head.  Leave him alone.

Sensing it would be better to go back to tensing up, gritting my teeth, and making sudden hissing noises I started doing so.

About 30 long minutes later we had dim-sum with her boss and co-workers.  It was great.  I waddled out of there totally stuffed, loosened the neck brace a few buttons, steadied myself mightily with my walking stick, and we set off for the rest of the day.

Went by her company and got to see all the cool lab testing equipment and this one thing called a magnaflux.

You spray the part you want to look at with this solvent containing a crapload of colloidal magnetic particles.  Then you put the test part in this giant hoop and put a 2000A-5000A pulse through it with a *BANG*.  The part jumps (presumably to let you know that it is fully cooked) and then when you look at it under a black light you can see fluorescing cracks where the particles are aligned with the induced B-field.  It’s really quite cool.   It helps greatly if you believe in electrons when explaining the large-current part but if we just assume that the magnetic field was let out of a bottle of magnetism† then everyone walks away happy.

† Yes, I believe in electrons.  I just can’t see them so they kind of piss me off.  What can I say?  I was attacked by a clown as a child and my dad was an electrician, opening me up for getting the feces zapped out of me a few times.  The evil clown probably isn’t relevant but I thought I’d throw it in there.  Dad argued that it was my fault (sure, blame the victim) and I pointed my unburned fingers at the electrons which unsurprisingly didn’t show themselves any more, acting all innocent-ey.

Oh, the quiz part… Are you scientifically literate?

I got a 92% (missed 4).  I don’t feel too badly about it because the ones I missed had to do with planetary moons around gas giants (why clutter my brain with useless stuff that I can always go look up?), the whole “Pluto isn’t a planet” idiocy (like I give a sh*t), heaviest noble gas of which I never once used for anything (I’m partial to Helium, Xenon, Argon, Krypton, thank you), and one on cellular growth.   I have nothing to be ashamed of.

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Update:  If the report on Drudge is to be believed, and we have his body, then they need to let Bin Laden’s body lie in state so we may all go engage in some frolicsome micturition on his corpse.  In other words, go wee-wee on his face.

Then bury him in a mixture of pig poop and bacon fat.

That, dear friends, is about as crudely vehement as you’ll ever hear me get.  I don’t like people that hurt innocent people.

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This is an All-Idiot Posting…

New York mayor Bloomberg thinks he is the one with enough smarts to decide for Michiganders what is best in their own state.  Bloomberg says:

Detroit needs residents. Immigrants want to live in America.

Michael Bloomberg says he’s got a simple solution for both needs — send all new immigrants to Detroit.

And what do they do once they are here?  There’s no jobs for the legal citizens here.  You want to fill the city where essentially anyone who had the means to flee the city already did so, then fill it up with poor illegal aliens who won’t have a job because there are none, AND have them on this state’s dole?

Mayor, with as little respect as humanly possible, shut yer effin’ yap.

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Robots, using only a few megawatt-hours of energy could save us tens, maybe even hundreds of kilowatt-hours.  Yeah, that’s the ticket.

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Well, no matter what the real story, I’m sure it’s going to only strengthen the position of AGW – it’ll be shown that we’re effing up the world worse/faster than we even thought.

I am sure of it.

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I’m a little disappointed in Drudge for linking to this “story”.  Man gets struck by lightening twice.   Go check it out and count the ways in which this is clearly a fake.  I counted four big ones, one small one.

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If California is having problems paying the bills, this might be an indicator of how their business practices could be playing a part.

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If you’ve been following here and there you know about my blunder, not having proof of insurance and proof of my registration in my truck.  (To Detroit Death Comes Astride His Pale Horse)

And you know how I ultimately have been fined $700.

With cursory examination we saw the paperwork saying how much I owed and decided to wait a bit – I was feeling lazy, less than enthusiastic, and in my mind payday was coming up and it made more sense to do it then.

I got another letter and this time it made mention of the fact that I never showed up and my tickets defaulted before I sent the letter.

Okay… first, I sent that letter on the second day after being ticketed (Sept 15), with proof that I had both items up to date and had all along.

Second, the judgment was made on October 13.  And “YOUR TICKETS ALREADY DEFAULTED BEFORE YOU SENT THE LETTER” was in bold type.

Well, that was peculiar.

So I called up the Clerk, who I will call Roz (not her real name).  I said “Roz, my name is Lemur King and I talked to you on the 14th of September, the day after I received my tickets.”

Roz pulled up the file on her computer.

“Yes, no proof of insurance and no proof of registration.”

“I’m confused, Roz, because I sent a letter the day after I talked to you, to Magistrate Ecks as you instructed, with proof that I had always had that paperwork and policy up-to-date, just not with me.  I want to understand what is going on here because $700 is a lot of money to me.  When I got the first stubs I thought it was judged based on my letter.  Then I got another one yesterday that says you got a letter but too late.”

“Well, it says it wasn’t received until October 8.”

Hell and damnation.  What am I going to do at this point, unload on this gal who did nothing to me?  Nah.

“Rats.  Is it entirely too late to do anything about this?  I didn’t know that it got there too late to be of any good.”

“You can show up here M-Tu-W at 8:30am and ask to go before a judge and explain the case – a judge is the only one who can change anything now.”

“Ok, thanks for your time and assistance, Roz.”

I hung up and hung my head in resignation.

Had I sent it certified mail, this wouldn’t be a problem!  My bad.  But WAIT A MINUTE!

I called Roz back up.

“Roz, it’s me, Lemur King again, and I’m sorry to have spaced this out earlier, but do you have the postmarked envelope still… or is it (gulp) gone?”

“After we talked I was thinking and went and pulled your file.  Your letter was received in a timely manner.  I’m going to put a note on this and give it to a judge.  Likely what he’ll do is re-set the case and review your letter and paperwork again.  If I don’t get back to you tomorrow or Monday, call me back, ok?”

“Thank you, Roz – you are the best.”

I could tell that she doesn’t get that kind of treatment very often because of the way she said “Have a nice day.”  She said it with sincerity.

Here’s the kicker.  We were just going to pay it and not contest it since we figured I was hosed by a cranky judge the first time around.  Never would have known something was amiss until I dug around.

How many people just pay these things and get nailed for huge sums of money because they are resigned to having to fight the system for every dime or assumed that the system worked?  This is the exact same thing with insurance companies – they live on your sufference of their behavior.

Luckily I found one of the few clerks willing to exercise initiative and free-thought.

I may still get screwed but at least I have a shred of hope.

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I make no bones that I don’t like Juan Williams because of his very liberal attitudes.  I respect him, however, for having a brain.

But I totally support him with respect to NPR.  He was calling it as he sees it.

Surprising though, isn’t it, that totally apolitical and balanced NPR should take a politically-correct stance?

Juan also commented, “I mean, look, Bill, I’m not a bigot. You know the kind of books I’ve written about the civil rights movement in this country. But when I get on the plane, I’ve got to tell you, if I see people who are in Muslim garb and I think, you know, they are identifying themselves first and foremost as Muslims, I get worried. I get nervous.”

I find this humorous in a way because we’re seeing the same response that whites normally get when they say “Hey, I feel [some_situation] is just not right” and are branded racist.  It gets old to have the racial/bigot card played on you for voicing a valid/legitimate disagreement.

More power to him on this topic.

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Update:  Tenement Lobster(tm) art posted on Zazzle

And the bib is at first cut stage… where the inner cabal must offer their nominations for sacrifice on the part of the Lemur King – sweat, blood, tears.

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A while back if you remember I was in a Detroit suburb and managed to accidentally run a red light.  Didn’t have current proof of insurance with me and my registration card was way out of date.  The officer gave me a warning on the red light, for which I was thankful.

Two days after I got the ticket here is what went in the mail:

  • Proof of the insurance that I’ve always had since the day I started driving decades ago.
  • Proof of the registration which has always been kept up to date since the day I started driving decades ago.
  • The ticket, checked to signify that I did not contest the ticket itself.
  • A letter addressed to the magistrate, admitting culpability with a contrite (and sincere – they aren’t the same thing) letter of apology and written explanation.

Care to guess what the ultimate cost of that oversight was?  That is, the cost here in the State of Michigan?

Try $700.

That’s right… SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS.  Roughly.

Here’s the lesson – make a mistake and not only will you get fined till you bleed rectally by the local gov’t but then the state will jump in and add half that amount again to the top of that.  It doesn’t matter if you actually had all that stuff covered with the Sec. of State and your insurance company, it doesn’t matter if you admit to an honest error, and it certainly doesn’t matter that you took the time to write a letter signifying that you gave a rat’s ass – they are going after you.

Not to guilt you or anything, but if you want to buy a shirt or mug, this might be the time.  🙂

Yeah, I know, 10% of the folks out there would love to have a job and that ticket.  Doesn’t mean I gotta like it.

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I feel like thrice-ground meat being poured into a sausage casing.  (Think “LiquidMeat“)

Flight was good, once Kap’n Kangaroo bounced us to our gate in Detroit.

Arrived on the tarmac with the tripartite requisite met for coming home:

I have a cold – a really bitchin’ lung-shredder of a cold

I strained myself lugging 400+ pounds of luggage around (strained everything, I think)

It is hot, humid, and we have no A/C for some reason known only to Forces of Evil (IRS, Obama, MDOT)

But we’re home.  My own bed, my own pillow, my fridge, my remote control, my riding lawn mower, and I can get back to kicking my ca… well, no, I can’t kick my cat anymore.  Poor little guy.  But I just looked and his gravestone is still in place, so the stone is heavy enough and I buried him deep enough to keep wild animals from snacking.  Now I must find a way to explain to my five year old why he isn’t here, when she notices.  Damn, damn, damn.

More tomorrow or tonight, depending on how I’m a-feelin’.

Drop me an e:mail if’n you’re out there.  I’ll be cruising the moronosphere, trolling for tidbits.  I’ve been tidbitless for so long….

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MoronBlogging It.

Well, it was a very quiet affair hanging out – myself, Cruel Wife, No Runny Eggs, Girl-Child Unit #1, and Death-Wish Boy.  And Silver d’Cat.

Click it for larger pic…

Shown:  Wok Hei – the art of blistering your Jae Jaeng Myun and then snarfing it 8x as fast as you should – it is on the Recipes page, if you care.  This has red bell pepper and onion standing in for the broccoli.

Hung out and talked with NRE, stumbled over and reminisced about Weasels Catsophone as Silver d’Cat cadged scritch after scritch from our allergic NRE (who finds the silly cat to be hypoallergenic even if he can be hyperannoying).

More in a bit…

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Okay… photo-op, and Hillary is “kissing” Obama (see pic).  Below that pic, was a closeup shot that another photographer caught at this very moment.

The man barely escaped with his life, I tell you.

Full article:  Obama, Clinton appeal for Democratic unity in N.H.

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I’m vile and will take heat for this, but it was funny.  It’s a joke, relax.  No, it’s not mine.  I’m not so clever.

John McCain, Hillary Clinton, and Barak Obama were walking down a Washington D.C. street when they came upon a homeless person.
The Republican, John McCain, gave the homeless person his business card and told him to come to his office for a job.  He then took $20 out of his pocket and gave it to the homeless person.
Hillary was very impressed, so when they came upon another homeless person, she decided to help.  She walked over to the homeless person and gave him directions to the welfare office.  She then reached into John McCain’s pocket and got out $20.  She kept $15 for her administrative fees and gave the homeless person $5.

When they came upon yet another homeless person, Barak told the homeless person to ‘have hope . . . change is coming . . .’ and gave him nothing.

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