Saturday, February 28, 2009

Had to repost this

Joel's post on Politenessman reminded me of an old 'Pints posts I did on hats, wearing indoors. While I don't necessarily agree with the methods in the links, I agree with the sentiments. There is far too little common courtesy in the world today, and one leading indicator is the failure of gentlemen to doff their hats when required. So here is a verbatim repost (old, dead links left intact, unfortunately, no time to clean it up):

So KG kindly responded to the previous post with a kind of revival of his New Gentlemen's Guide. Some interesting points follow, to which I shall respond in like kind, because that's just the kind of New Gentlemen we are.

Before he lays out the rules, he notes:
The first question, of course, is what kind of hat you're wearing. If you're actually wearing an old school fedora, then you should probably follow the old school rules of removing it when you enter a building.
Indeed. However, I do tend to worry just a bit about those who wear them.
Golf hats, particularly if worn backwards, get a little more flexibility. Baseball hats, which are basically the standard listed below, get the most leeway.
Not sure why this should be so. With rare exceptions (largely religious or medical, as previously noted) hats is hats. I cut no slack for them.
Oh, and unless you actually own either a horse or a cow - or both - you should not be wearing a cowboy hat. Ever.
Welllll... mostly I agree with this, but those of us from ranching families have a powerful hankerin' for 'em at times, especially when we're out at the ranch or at a rodeo.

But yes. As a rule, city slickers should avoid them, if only to avoid looking foolish.

And now on to KG's rules for wearing hats:
1. In your home, it doesn't count, do whatever you want
Yes, a man's home is his castle (assuming he's not married).

But, as with other things one may do in the privacy of one's own home, would you tell your grandmother about it?
2. Hats are allowed at indoor arenas and stadiums, particularly if at a concert or sporting event
True. Sports are "outdoor" events, including those normally played indoors.

But concert... okay, for popular music at a stadium-type venue, yes. For a concert hall or auditorium normally dedicated to music, no, even for pop music.
3. A corollary of the sporting event rule is that hats are also allowed at sports bars
At first I was going to disagree with this. A bar is, after all, indoors. However, given the beer and other fluids that often fly in sports bars, a hat can be seen as a defensive measure so I will agree that this can be considered a valid exception to the general rule.
4. Casinos, particularly poker rooms, hats are definitely allowed, and should be encouraged
Hmm. Must be Vegas rules. I don't play high-stakes poker, so perhaps I am out of my element here, but it's indoors so I would say no. Did James Bond wear his hat inside the casino at Monte Carlo? I think not.

Were I running the World Series of Poker, I would have a dress code for the players. First rule: no hats. Second rule: For Annie Duke only, no shirt.
5. As a general rule, yes, Ken is right, a hat should be removed when you enter a building. However, wearing a hat in common areas (hallways, lobbies, etc) is acceptable.
Mostly agree, though only for short visits or traveling through. If loitering, doff the hat.
6. Always, I repeat, ALWAYS, remove your hat for the playing of the national anthem. Failure to do so should result in your pummeling following "…and the land of the freeeeeee".
Really, it should have been slapped off your head by the end of "can you see". Pummeling optional, but highly encouraged.
7. Tip your hat when you say hello or good-bye. This can be done subtly with nothing more than a finger on the bill, or, if it's a beautiful lady, the full blown removal.
Indeed. It's a sad commentary on modern society that this should need to be said.
8. If wearing a baseball hat, please, for the love of all that is holy, bend the bill a bit. The flat bill just looks dumb.
And for God's sake, don't wear it sideways. Backwards is bad enough.
9. And take the friggin' stickers and tags off the damn things
"Minnie Pearl, I'm looking at YOU."
10. In the classroom, it's a toss up. I'll admit to wearing a hat in the classroom in high school, college, and even law school. I think it depends on the professor, the topic, and generally where you are.
Radically disagree here, especially for high schoolers. It's not the school's job to teach them the manners that should have been taught by the parents, but nor should such behavior be accepted.

Of course, once they get to college, they are supposed to be adults. Not that the professor shouldn't enforce certain rules of decorum in the classroom, but hey, if they want to live with the consequences of rude behavior (like this twit, in a somewhat different context), let 'em.
11. If you are meeting someone who's job is listed in either the US or State Constitution, take the hat off.
Why should I doff my hat to an employee?

Just kidding. Agreed.
Just remember, if in doubt, take it off.
The hat only, of course. Unless you're Annie Duke.

Your turn, KG.

Anticipation

It's keeping me waiting. I understand that you don't know why. But Joel does.

You rock, Joel.

Joel also has up a post about the lack of manners in modern society. I'm not sure I agree with all of the methods, I certainly admire the defense of manners and common courtesy. Remind me to repost my hat post, should I forget.

Friday, February 27, 2009

That cryptic "Sears Catalog" reference

If you didn't see it, it'e here. For those of you who still don't get the joke (probably because you're too young) allow me to explain.

But first, a different joke from a cartoon I read many many years ago. A picture of a hillbilly at an outhouse complaining, "What idjit wrapped paper around the corncob?"

Well, contrary to popular belief, I'm not actually old enough to remember the corcobs. Just barely old enough to get the joke. And only barely old enough to get the "Sears Catalog" joke (but still young enough to spell it "catalog" instead of catalogue", though I do that sometimes still).

Where was I? Oh yeah.

Anyway, THS's post reminded me of a recurring joke in the movie "Born to Buck", a sorta-documentary-but-probably-not-really about rodeo great Casey Tibbs rounding up wild mustangs to fulfill their lives kicking ass on cowboys in the rodeo. The recurring joke was the roundup cook every once in a while tearing a page out of the Sears Catalog, then sidling off behind some bushes.

I got a kick out of that joke, probably because I was all of about 7 or 8 when I saw that movie.

My Dad also got a kick out of that joke, probably because he lived it having been born in a sheep camp in 1931

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

It sucks it sucks it sucks

Dammit, this is irritating. A few years back I got to visit my grandmother's grave and take pictures of her gravestone. But I can't find them on the computer. I definitely had the digital cameral then so they should have downloaded but I can't find them

Only thing I can figure is that I got stupid and took pics with a regular camera. But I still can't find them.

This irritates me no end.

Happy Birthday!

To my buddy Julie!

Welcome to my side of the big fiddy, kiddo.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Country/Western Trivia (Minor Just Off the Top of My Brain Edition)

Eh, no biggie. I just thought I'd throw out one small question that popped into my poor little pea brain this evening:

They never reopened that worthless pit, they just place a marble stand in front of it. A few words were written on that stand. What were they? (Two different versions are acceptable).

Oh. Good. Lord.

I know the other service branches kind of make fun of the Air Force for their less-than-strictly-military bearing and all. But this is intense:



There really is a reason the gummint limited the bomber personnel to 25 (later 50) missions. There's also a reason why the grunts in the mud laughed at the idea of trading places with the bomber grunts, especially the belly turret grunts. Their mommas didn't raise no fools.

Rock 'n' Roll Trivia (The Incredible and Amazing and Indomitable Platters Edition)

I got nuthin'. But after spending the entire day working on spreadsheets and SOPs and getting the car serviced and smogged, I needed a break. So I scrolled back through some recent posts and saw the magic word "Platters". And my heart skipped a beat (no worries, my cardiologist says I'm okay for a geezer) and I thought, "what the hey, I LOVE the Incredible and Amazing and Indomitable Platters so I'm going for it."

But being totally fried and uncreative today, I'm just going to repost an old one.

1) If I play the game but, to my shame, you left me to grieve on my own, who am I?

2) Who can make the darkness bright?

3) When your heart's on fire, what must you realize?

4) Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun, and we'll be together when?

5) I hoped and I prayed that someday I'd be the vision of your happiness. Who are you?

6) It casts a spell and it rings a bell. What is it?

7) They once brought you to me, then only told me were parting. What are they?

Oh, and by the way (as I said last time), anyone who leaves a comment along the lines of "who are the Platters?" will be hunted down and flogged. With extreme prejudice.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Maternal Line

Yeah, I'll probably fill in some of the maternal/paternal and paternal/maternal lineages later, but for the moment, after having gone strictly paternal, I'll go strictly maternal this time.

Mom
Grandma
Great-Grandma
GG-Grandma

That's as far as I can trace the strictly maternal line on Findagrave, though I can go a bit further off Findagrave. The graves are just not listed there. GG-Grandma Isabelle's parents are buried in Scotland; I know the names but that's about all.

Some other lines can go back even more generations but that's another post for another time.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Okay, please remind me in case I forget...

...but there are two great Patsy Cline covers not currently available on Youtube (that I can find) for public consumption. I have them on CD and so can rip and upload, assuming I remember to do so. But not tonight. Another time.

But please remind me if I forget, 'k?

These particular songs are "Side by Side" (great song) and "Bill Bailey" (another great song), with the introductory sentence: "I think we oughtta wreck another one..."

More stream of consciousness stuff

Man. How I loves my 50s (into early 60s) doo-wop and early rock 'n' roll.

The Amazing and Wonderful Platters reminded me of the Amazing and Wonderful Drifters and their erstwhile lead singer Ben E. King. And so here is some Amazing and Wonderful (not to mention Great and Powerful) Ben. E. King.

An old standby:



And one that I love even more:



Gads, what a beautiful song.

Mac = evil

So, we spent the morning and part of the afternoon at the MathCounts regional competition, grading and such. And having been doing this for more than ten years, we (meaning the Sainted Bride and my sorry self) were put in charge of the grading. It went pretty well, especially since we had about 18 graders for about 120 students. Amazingly, we had enough graders that we all could take a half-hour break after the Target Round before the Team Round scores arrived for grading. Quel fantastique (pardon my Frog).

One small glitch, though.

Backstory: Last year, we used a scoring template built by a math teacher at one of the participating schools (a GREAT GUY!) which required sorting to find the individual and teams scores after. Being a bit of a "Spreadsheet Jockey" (dubbed so by a former coworker) I resolved to streamline the process for this year, so that the results would be automatically calculated for both team and individual scores. And between last year and this year, I did so and emailed the spreadsheet to the GREAT GUY!.

Unfortunately, he (in his classroom) uses a [spit] Mac [spit]. First off, his [spit] Mac [spit] opened the EXCEL FILE as a Word document (WITH THE DAMNED .XLS EXTENSION, no less). Once we'd discovered that particular bug, we reopened with Excel and copied over the school and student names and started entering scores. So far, so good.

Then we discovered that, while the [spit] Mac [spit] Excel program actually used the scoring function correctly (it looked like it didn't at first), it choked on using the function on (for lack of a better word) non-responsive cells (i.e., non-existent data).

But ultimately, we were able to muddle through and find the top scores for the Coutdown Round. And I think I now know what is needed to make it work for next year.

Oh, and the Kids Are All Right. This year saw some of the highest scores we the veterans have seen EVER! Scores on the order of 45 out of a possible 46 total! Way to go, kids!

Heck, parts of the Countdown Round sounded like "Question Number..." [beep]

Gads I love that [beep] even before the question is read...

Oh and GREAT GUY and his wife and his kids (who all worked at the competition today) freakin' ROCK! As does a crosstown "rival" who still runs his school's program even though the last of his umpteen kids are out of middle school (one left in high school, several more in college or grad school). You rock, guys. I just wish I had the time to devote to this program that you do. I am in awe of your contributions.

Oh, and a special shoutout to the one coordinating the regional competition: You are marvelous.

Catching up on the beautiful

I thought I'd linked this before but apparently not. My lovely buddy Julie links to a beautiful story. Yeah, the kid are all right.

More beautiful: Our buddy Heroditus Huxley shows pics of her beautiful, bouncing baby boy. And she managed to kick some sense into her insurance company. You go, girl!

Friday, February 20, 2009

I needed a Patsy Cline fix too

Wow. I just noticed that this post kind of took on a life of its own in a beered-up, stream-of-consciousness sort of way.

Anyway, here is The GODDESS PATSY CLINE. Enjoy.



And here's Gogi Grant with the (I think) original of that song, one of the prettiest pop songs ever (and one of my favorite songs ever):



More Patsy, with one of her best:



And The Goddess Patsy did a marvelous cover of an amazingly great pop song from the 50s. Unfortunately, only cheap knockoffs seem to be available on Youtube currently so here are the great Duprees with the original:



Embarrassing disclosure: For years now, ever since I first heard this song, I thought they were black. I thought only the black doo-wop groups ever attained that amazing sound. Even more embarrassing disclosure: You who read my stuff over at 'Pints have heard this before, but I thought this song was first covered by the Platters. Hence my ethnic confusion.

But since I've mentioned the Platters, here's another all-time great:



And one I never knew they covered. Most excellent:



I'm sure the great Ernie Ford approves of it:



I may owe my soul to the company store but I'm not addicted. I can stop any time.

I needed a laugh

So here it is.



Chuckle. Classic.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

I needed me a Roger Miller fix

So here it is:



Roger Miller fixes everything.

A sobering thought

Well, more cool than just plain sobering. Among my contribution, I can actually trace back the family name through six generations, all the way back to 1796, at Findagrave.com. That's pretty damned cool.

Dad
Grandpa
Great Grandpa
GG-Grandpa
GGG-Grandpa
GGGG-Grandpa

No further (yet) though. I may even add some pictures I have for some of these folks (back through GG-Grandpa Billy) sometime.

Some other lines I can trace back more generations, but that's another post for another day. And for any of you trying do do similar genealogical work, I wish you all (and more) of the amazing luck I've had.

A modest proposal

[UPDATE: In light of the so-called "housing plan" being put forth by President Obama, currently valued at perhaps $275 billion-with-a-B, I'm bumping this post from September. The only addition I would make is that the banks which made bad loans should not get all of the money, they should get a little bit of the pain too. And Chris Dodd and Barney Frank should be sharing a cell.]

I'm no economist, so I really don't have much of an opinion on the bailout issue, whether it's "necessary" or even desirable. I'm against such measures as a rule, just on general principle. But perhaps the companies in question really are "too big to fail" without huge damage to the economy. I don't know.

Some have suggested, and I would be more inclined to agree here, that a better approach is to help shore up the housing market, perhaps by guaranteeing mortgage loans. This would have the benefit of also helping those companies that are hurting but not yet on the verge of bankruptcy. Again, I can't pass judgment on the wisdom or effectiveness of this approach.

Assume, though, that this second approach is correct, and that we should guarantee currently shaky mortgages to prevent more foreclosures and further erosion of the financial markets. This would be terribly unfair to those who have already lost their houses. It would also be terribly unfair to the rest of us who didn't make poor financial decisions and who acted responsibly. With this in mind, I have a modest proposal, should the gummint actually go ahead with this approach, that I haven't seen suggested anywhere else:

Rather than simply give money to people, or simply guarantee their "bad" mortgages, the government should "buy" some portion of the property in the form of taking some proportionate fraction of the equity ownership. When the property is eventually sold, the government can recoup some of the costs of this bailout by taking its share of the proceeds. If the owner defaults completely, the government owns ALL of the property and keeps all.

There should be consequences for irresponsible actions. People should not simply be bailed out of their financial obligations with no repercussions. And the responsible people who have to foot the bill should have some assurance that they are not getting totally shafted (only partly).

Would it work? I have no clue. But it certainly sounds better to my amateur ears than any of the other proposals I've seen. What do you think?

Didn't see that one coming

Current book: a main character killed off. Didn't expect that.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Quote of the day

From Ron Hart via Dave E.:
Americans fall into two distinct categories today: those who remember how devastating the policies of Jimmy Carter were, and those who are about to find out.
Oh God, the National Malaise, it BURRRRNNNNSSSS!!!!

Salt of the earth

My crew. I love these kids.

Technically, they aren't "my crew" anymore, except insofar as I continue to lead them in an intra-company project team (I've pulled back from manufacturing to concentrate on engineering and product transfer). But they are great folks and I think the world of them.

That is all. Carry on.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Rock 'n' Roll Trivia (Slightly Tougher Jim Croce Edition)

[UPDATE: I finally realized what's been missing here; no answers. Okay, some answers posted (Gads, out of practice on these trivia posts)]

Well, still not up to snuff in the creativity department, but stealing JC lyrics questions from KG has helped a bit. So, with the exception of the first few, which are pretty much gimmes, here are some slightly tougher Jim Croce lyrics questions (and there is one double):

1) If it's silence you adore, what will happen? [Lisa: There'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor in the morning]

2) Snowy lights and Christmas lights and ice windowpanes make me wish what? [KG: That we could be together again]

3) Sometimes, at night, I think I hear you calling my name. So what keeps me going? [KG: These dreams]

4) On lazy days in mid-July and on country Sunday mornings, what do I find myself doing?

5) Quick! Five short minutes did what? Bonus: And why?

6) My only boss was the clock on the wall. My only friend was what?

7) I was looking for a lifetime lover. What were you looking for?

8) She's the only one who knows how it feels when you lose a dream and how it feels when you dream alone. Who is she?

9) I've had my share of good intentions and I've made my share of mistakes, and I've learned at times it's best to bend. Why?

10) Mom and Dad, if you'll only send me some money I'll be back on my feet again. Where should they send it?

11) It seems like such a long time ago that I was a boy, far from home. But what happened when you came along? [KG: I became a man when you came along]

12) I've been trusted, abused, and busted. And what else? [KG: I've been taken by those close to me]

13) Used to be that I could pretend that I wasn't really hurt back then. But what what's been happening?

14) I've traded love for pennies and sold my soul for less. Where did I lose my ideals?

Friday, February 13, 2009

I know why the caged bird sings

Well, actually I don't, but I think I know why the ShamWow Guy wears a headset.

The Lovely Ricki linked to a story about ShamWow Vince's current battle with the Church of Clams. She now will not hate on him so much.

I had never hated on Vince because, I confess, I never heard of the guy, so my first thought was "WTF is a ShamWow Vince?" Well, I've actually seen the phrase "ShamWow Guy" or similar but didn't know who he was, though I had kind of gathered that he did infomercials. Still don't know what a ShamWow is, but after first reading Ricki and SkepChick, I saw part of the video here (via Instapundit), so I know he does food chopper things. And that his real name, apparently, is "Vince Offer". I find that kind of cool and appropriate.

Anyhow, Skepchick wonders why he wears a headset. As she puts it,
I’d like to talk to you about a man whom I’ve dubbed “Headset Vince”. He’s the guy from the ShamWow commercials. He wears a headset for reasons no one other than Vince can understand… maybe he’s expecting a phone call? From his agent offering him a better gig? Maybe his mom is calling to tell him that Stella from Bingo saw him on the teevee? I don’t know.
I think I can answer that burning question.

See, tomorrow I'm being dragged kicking and screaming* to yet another Home and Garden Show. These and other crafter-type shows always have several booths doing demonstrations of kitchen gadgetry, cleaning gadgetry, tool gadgetry, or other type gadgetry. And the folks doing these demonstrations generally wear headsets for the speakers (often they have a lot of chairs set up for the audience, sometimes it’s a continuous demonstration but with amplification).

If you're a Costco member, you've probably seen something similar there. They always have the food sample booths** but sometimes also have a larger one demonstrating the latest food processor or blender or sausages. And these, which are demonstrations rather then just samples, have someone wearing a headset for the amplifiers.

And I suspect that ShamWow Vince is evoking those Home and Garden Show demonstrators in his infomercials.

Of course, an alternative explanation may be that he's just a cheap bastard who refuses to pony up for grips and boom mikes and other common stage paraphernalia. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

*I exaggerate. I actually kind of enjoy the shows, though I'd much rather have the few hours they take to do other stuff.

**Heh. Just flashed on a bit from a Janet Evanovich novel I listened to a while back:
"I'm hungry"
"Me too. Wanna go to lunch?"
"I don't have any money"
"Me Neither"
[pause]
"COSTCO!"
Chuckle

Lovely

Ricki has video of a Friday Moment of Happy. And it leads me to this:



Reference (for you youngsters)

Full disclosure: Actually, I had always thought that the mascot came from the bear in 1944, but it was the other way around. The real-life fire was in 1950 but the campaign debuted in 1944. Learn something new every day.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Less sucky

I've been away from the trivia for quite a while now. Still meaning to repost that Hank Snow edition I've been meaning to repost. But I'm not inspired yet, too damned tired from work and from being sick this week. So I'll steal a cheater.

I'm feeling a bit better after an intestinal bug earlier in the week but today was kind of ugly, in the form of an overly long meeting today that garnered me some hellalotta action items for tomorrow. So I was unlaxing with a beer and cleaning out old emails from the 800 billion in my uncleanedout inbox and came across one that I had to reread. Led me to here, one from KG that I'd forgotten about. So I'm stealing it in its entirety. Well, except for #11, which I just searched on and which I heard for the first time this evening (vid after the questions).

Anyway, thanks for the inspiration, KG. I did a Jim Croce before, and may well do another, but for tonight here is just a bit to have fun with:

1. You carry it like your daddy did, what is it? And what are you doing?

2. Who is too much to believe, with an extra pack of cigarettes wrapped up in his t-shirt sleeve? What do his tattoos say? And, what does he drive on Sundays?

3. Where did you live for about a year? And how did you feel?

4. While Leroy was shooting dice, who was sitting at the end of the bar?

5. Who is a honky-tony, little bit funky ex-marine? And where does he work? (Bonus Who does he work with?

6. What family did the man down town, smokin’ on a big cigar, think you were from? And how did you spend Friday night?

7. When the bad folks all get together at night, who do they call boss? Why?

8. If the number is old and faded, where is she living? And who is she living with?

9. If the words came out wrong, what will you have to do?

10. You might not believe it’s true, but who is working at this end of niagara falls?

And here is the video for the (definitely NSFW) Number 11 (erroneously attributed at the link as a St. Paddy's Day tribute):

Well that kinda sucks

And I guess it's a sign of age. Got home this evening and had an envelope from my doctor, asking for a "sample".

I don't think they do that for people under fifty.

At least they enclosed some tissues in the envelope. Still, ick on several levels. But I suppose it still beats not finding something early.

Filibuster

Show some damn backbone.

Happy 200th Birthday

To a couple of Great Americans:
Abraham Lincoln
He held the Union together through its most traumatic crisis, freed (on paper, at least) the southern slaves, and paved the way for the emancipation of the rest.

And another Happy Birthday to:
Charles Darwin
Okay, technically Darwin wasn't American but he did spend some time in the New World, developed the unifying theory for modern biology, and so rates a 200th birthday salute.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

This is starting to irritate me now

Not least because the story at the link has changed significantly from what I emailed home this afternoon so that I could post when I got home. So some of the parts below are not currently at that particular link, or not in the earlier form.

Anyway, a lot of people seem to be raining scorn on the octuplets mom. A few days ago, I had a little bit of sympathy but more irritation that someone who already has too many kids she can't support (because she's living with her parents). I have less sympathy now.
Octuplets' mom: No one can care for 14 kids alone
Then WTF were you thinking, lady? Expecially since you have no husband and you live with your mother. BTW, that's earlier headline, the current headline (before they change it again with no notice) is:
Taxpayers may have to cover octuplet mom's costs
Even when I thought she wasn't on the dole, just sponging off parents, I figured that was going to happen. Oh, and for the (earlier) headline:
Suleman responded to her mother's claim that she is incapable of caring for her newly enlarged family.

"What human on this planet is capable to take care of 14 independently without support from family, from friends, from church? No human is," she said.
Again, WTF were you thinking, lady? One commentater in the current version put it a little more bluntly:
"It appears that, in the case of the Suleman family, raising 14 children takes not simply a village but the combined resources of the county, state and federal governments," Los Angeles Times columnist Tim Rutten wrote in Wednesday's paper. He called Suleman's story "grotesque."
Now, admittedly, I did take some amusement from the hypocrisy of some liberal commentators, like Rutten and Ellen Goodman. It is just a bit hypocritical to claim absolute sovereignty over one's reproductive organs when it comes to abortion, but to lose that sovereignty just because one has more kids than others deem appropriate.

There's also that part about screaming about how she's just squirting out kids at gummint expense, which is rich coming from the same people who call Repubs evil for railing about "welfare queens" squirting out children.

That's the advantage I have for leaning libertarian and not being an absolutist about many things, I get to complain about both flavors wasting my tax money.

Still, at least I thought, "she's not on welfare".
The single mother who gave birth to octuplets last month after having six other children said in an interview broadcast Wednesday that she's "not living off taxpayer money"...
Well, good for her. Wait...
...even though she receives food stamps.
WTF?
Suleman, 33, told NBC's "Today" show that her family receives no cash from the government and that the $490 in food stamps she receives are "not affiliated with welfare."
What planet are you living on, lady? Of COURSE it's welfare! It doesn't matter if it's cash or groceries. If it comes out of my tax money, it's welfare.

Now, I'm not going to call for her to be sterilized (yet). And I can't weigh in on the claims that her doctor violated medical ethics, though he rather obviously violated common sense. But I am going to say that the government certainly should not be an enabler, and she should not be subsidized.

And I wish to hell her mother would slap some damned sense into her.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Righteous

So after a day of rasslin' with spreadsheets and SOPs, I took a short break and continued with my long-running movie. A brief onscreen note at the end of one part:
The story of the "Battle of the Bulge" as told today is one of Patton coming to the rescue of the encircled 101st Airborne.

No member of the 101st has ever agreed that the division needed to be rescued.
And none ever will, I'm sure.

Side note: The Sainted Bride's uncle was in the 101st, and he was at Bastogne. I don't know what company (but he's not represented in the movie). There was an old joke I once heard, can't remember the exact formulation, but it was along the lines of "The 101st was formed because the first 100 got torn up so bad." There's a kernel of true in that.

So Cullen reminded me of an old story...

[small red-faced update: I just noticed that this post was a draft, I never published it. I'm doing so now]

I used to wear a tie to work. No, not where I work now, where I used to work some years back. Heh, at my interview at my current job, I was threatened with having my tie cut off, as they do at Pinnacle Peak.

When I started there back in the late '80s it was still pretty common for management/supervisory/professional types to wear ties, and as a newly minted supervisor, I did so (actually I started the "tradition" before I became a supervisor). Well, even after it became less common (and the dress-down Fridays expanded to the whole week for most folks) I continued to wear a tie. It actually became sort of a running joke that I was the only one in the company (well, some upper management types still continued) who wore a tie every day. And I would sometimes tell people that I did so because some days you need to be ready to find an exposed overhead sprinkler pipe

After I had been there for more than 10 years, and after the parent company was bought out by an Evil International Global Corporate Conglomerate™ (headquartered in Switzerland, of all places) we got the word that our facility would eventually be closed. And I stopped wearing a tie. It kind of surprised people, to which my response was:
What are they going to do, fire me?
Chuckle.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Tagged for a meme

By Cullen

Here's the deal:
Weigh in on five different topics pick one as greater or less than another. Offer an explanation.
Here goes nothing. And I mean "nothing" sincerely, being late of a Friday evening.

Turnip > Congress

Pimple on my ass > Congress

Worm spit > Congress

Dog turd > Congress

Maggot puke > Congress

No explanations necessary.

Quote of the Day

From the Motor City Madman hisowndamnself:
In a crisis, hysterical, wrongheaded, ignorant people will squall and holler to "do something." Reasonable people with a modicum of intellect know that throwing a cinder block to a drowning person qualifies as "something", but surely it is the wrong something.
Via Caltechgirl.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Bunco night

I am consigned to the back of the house.

[sigh]

And unfortunately, there's no DVD player in the back of the house.

OTOH, there is a VHS tape player there. And I happen to have a fun movie on VHS. And even better, it's one I've seen before so if I crash early it's still okay.

With that and some of God's Own Brew, I'm set. Life is good.

UPDATE: Well, movie didn't happen. I got drafted to replace a sick gal. Won five bucks too, for most losses. Kind of an inverted Pyrrhic victory, I guess.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I am not worthy

I'm not. Not in the shadow of these people.

So yes, I watched it, this past Friday evening while the Sainted Bride was off to a function. A most excellent movie (Sheila, you are soooooooooo right, Alec Guiness is amazing in it!). But that's not what I'm talking about this evening.

I've been slowly making my way through another movie (as I get the time) for quite some time now, interrupted only by work and life and other movies (yeah, it's long). I've been thinking about a "Name That Movie" post because there is so much good stuff in it.

Well, the Sainted Bride is again off to a job fuction tonight so I popped it in the DVD player again and continued. And then I saw the words onscreen:

"Market-Garden"

And my blood froze.

A Bridge Too Far is the most riveting book I've ever read, leaps and bound over Number Two, The Onion Field. And when I saw those words ("Market-Garden") on the screen, I froze.

In the shadow of these heroes, I Am Not Worthy.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I think there's something Bingley's not telling us

But I'm sure he cuts a dashing figure in his tutu.

The Day the Music Died

Fifty years ago today

Buddy

Ritchie

Bopper

Rest easy, guys. We're still listening.

Monday, February 2, 2009