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Monday, November 30, 2009

Wouldn't a stairmaster have been simpler?

Former Miss Argentina Dies From Cosmetic Buttocks Surgery HuffPost - http://bit.ly/7IpQvI

Now, in the world of preop male-to-female transgender people, a lot of work goes into making that butt look bigger, right down to pads for your draws and silicone implants for your cheeks.

The GG (genetic girl) pals of the trans gal often remark about all the work done to make those GG bottoms smaller.

Miss Argentina just wanted a tighter set of glutes. I'm thinking a trainer and a stepmaster could have handled that.



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An interesting year for a young man.

It started in late spring with his solo flight. A more emotionally compartmentalized day, I have not met. On the one hand, I am well aware the instructors would not send him up if he had not already done it a thousand times with the instructor beside him. On that other hand, let's remember just who this is.

Dad probably had the harder test that day.

Then there was that first go-around instead of landing, and I saw the instructor step to a radio that he never used.

Then we graduate. Become an Eagle Scout. And spend a summer lifeguarding. Shall we discuss the tats? Especially the one that surprised the maternal unit?

So let's head to Florida, and in the hubbub, Lil's birthday is forgotten. She seems no worse for the wear, but I do.

Here is his daily view.







He sent that yesterday to ask how it compared to my view.







He won. Bear in mind that I did not send him a pic of the Trump book. I sent AND posted here a pic of the dreary sky we had today.

Let's try that again.



Then we learn what 5 am leadership development really is. Think hardcore PT.

Then he wrestled with jellyfish.



And






He lost. BTW, there's the tat that made for an interesting surprise.

Then the finger. Oh dear.






That little chip doesn't look like much, but it will likely cost him his flight rating for multi engine planes this year.

He does now have finger decorations.








And then another surprise, this one for Thanksgiving.






Which apparently led to dorm redecorating.







The idea for which apparently arose in a bowling alley. After my comment regarding vandalism, he pointed out that the white was canned snow.

Now, you might wonder about Lil's stuff in all this. Her phone went on the fritz, and she can't send pics for now. We have to actually talk now and again. Which we did tonight, but not for long enough. We'd both had a long day.


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Tweeting the news

This Is Why The Internet (And Twitter) Wins http://www.techcrunch.com/2009/11/27/internet-twitter-tiger-woods/ (via @Zaferroni)

I think this writer from TechCrunch is about right. Twitter is putting the mainstream breaking news to shame.

What Twitter continues to lack is a vehicle for the in-depth news, analysis, and op-ed. But wait! Isn't this why Bitly shrinks our links?

Mainstream media had better watch their backs.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Minarets in Switzerland

Swiss vote to ban minaret construction http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/europe/11/29/switzerland.minaret.referendum/index.html?iphoneemail

So the Swiss don't have enough to do? They have to ban minarets? The public worry is that this act is a slap to the face of the peaceful Muslims living there.

The true story is to further marginalize the gay population there, what with the loss of phallic architecture.


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Maybe Huckabee needs better glasses.

HUCKABEE GRANTED CLEMENCY TO MAN WANTED FOR QUESTIONING IN AMBUSH THAT KILLED 4 COPS HuffPost - http://bit.ly/60FoMr

I am unlikely to ever hold leadership in the Mike Huckabee fan club. Actually, this is one man I do not feel is qualified for public office.

However, the guy wanted for questioning for the ambush murders of the four policemen was was granted clemency by Huckabee some years back.

Now for as much as I would like to see more mud and egg on that face, we can't really expect the man to see ten years ahead.


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Epic fail

When I taught computer programming, the students beyond the beginning stage had to write helpful error messages.




I still whine about this today when I receive a screen of otherwise indeciperal words.

Of course, how many out there have used the parental equivalent?

Because I said so.



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My great adventure

You probably know how sometimes you just have to do something? Today, I carried out the trash and walked to Kmart for a Diet Coke.

This is gonna be interesting.



The elevator is where I left it Wednesday evening.



And the buttons still work. Maybe my buttons will take a hint.




And wouldn't you know someone put up a Godforsaken Christmas tree during my weakened moment.



Tree or not, the world is still out there.



As are the garbage cans.




And so the world stretches out before me. My personal gravity continues to function.




And we finally reach the store. The yellow lines guide me in.



The objects of Jim's desiring await me.




Home again.




With just enough energy left to open the bottle.


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Just when you're about to give up on this world.

Rain Barrel the raptor cleared for takeoff - http://fwix.com/article/42_8fa0fa360b (via @LocalRaleigh)

Here come this unexpected tweet from a consortium of news agencies in North Carolina about the successful rehabilitation of a hawk.

It's rare that a hawk survives rehabilitation, but this gal, named Rain Barrel for where she was found, did.

So look over your shoulder toward Chapel Hill. See that dot spinning slowly in the sky, the one where you can barely make out the wings? There you go. That's your confirmation that a deity still occassionally smiles on this rock.

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Sick soup

It's been a few days since I ate anything more substantial than a slice of bread, and the time seemed right to tell you the recipe for sick soup. You might need it one day.

You'll need a pot. However, you could get by with a cup in the microwave.



The pot will need some salt.



The salt will need some water.



The water will need a large pinch of corn meal.





Here's the brand we're using today. It's from the camping gear. Think better living through refridgeration.


Bring the temp up and stir it a little.




Fetch that cup that come with warm memories.




You know. The one from that hot summer day at the zoo with the dudes. Ted might have been there.



Pour from pot to cup, add a spoon, and migrate to the couch.

Feel the healing commence.


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Saturday, November 28, 2009

Rocky and Bullwinkle Rock!

'Rocky & Bulllwinkle' turn 50 years old http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Movies/11/26/rocky.bullwinkle.anniversary/index.html?iphoneemail

If you're not having fun with it, you're not doing it right. How often do we see people going through the drill, only to produce, not create, another loathesome nothing.

Daily.

And that is so sad. The world descends further into an abyss of mediocrity.

Now! Let's get out there and kick it a few times.


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Not the surprise I would expect

U.S. Still Running Secret Prison In Afghanistan HuffPost - http://bit.ly/8MTiKX

That the US is running a secret prison comes as no surprise. The surprise is in reading about it.

First and foremost, I see nothing in these activities that even remotely elevates our cause. Frankly, this mess demonstrates that we're no better than those we fight.

Second, what is it with all these prisoners? Have our weapons stopped working?



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Five random pics from the world of Josh

Laying here on my death couch bored beyond belief with indigestion from Hell making me oh so grumpy, I asked Josh to send me five random pics from his world.

Now, what kind of story might we find? Well, aside from my own disgruntlement with aging poorly and missing my one chance to see the dudes together since last August.

First pic.




He's somewhere in a basement or garage. What that is beside the chair, I have no clue. If you do, please enlighten me.

Pic two.



The finger. He's gonna grow old with that chipped bone.

I have a cracked spot on my right nose bone from where he spun his head and knocked my glasses off. He was hardly one at the time. Yeah, I handed him to the maternal unit then.

Elbow has one also from taking a fall at a Tae Keon Do class. I tripped over my own big feet.

Pic three.



What we have here is evidence of a Perceiver in the Myers-Briggs framework, though it's neat compared to my desk at work, much less the pig sty in which I live. Apparently, this is heriditary. Both dudes live in stacks of stuff.

Well, we might need to think that through. My parents were not stackers. My great aunt and uncle were. My grandparents were not.

My stepdad is a stacker. We'll let the I/O psychs chew on that one a bit longer.

I'm not on speaking terms with the much of the rest of the family, which makes the dissection of their pathetic personalities problematic. They have a problem with hearing truths.

Pic four.



Someone's arm. They're playing paintball, and that leaves me wondering where the spatters of color are.

What's interesting is when Nephew Mark plays with them. Mark leaves the field untouched, but very sweaty. The other guys, especially those opposing Mark's team, are eat up with splatters.

Yes, Mark's been through Ranger training, and he's currently deployed. We won't say where. Mark is an interesting man, secure enough in his own sexuality to not be frightened by mine.

He is an excellent conversationalist, very likely a good man in a fight, and wizened beyond his few years. I suppose fire fights and helicopter crashes can heighten a man's perspective on what's important.

Pic five.



I should fess up here. I was about to give #1 Son grief for not sending all five pics. Of course, my own stupidity is at fault. He sent the fifth; I just did not save it.

Well, I did have four conversations going on then.

They appear to have eaten something. We'll forego the dissection of just what that food was. Tum is still in rebellion.


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Friday, November 27, 2009

We have a new tat in the family.

I would have been there for a part of this, but tum disagreed. Maybe tomorrow.

We start with a stenciled outline.



Then we outline for real.




Keep adding the ink.



Ya just gotta wonder about the chainsaw that shaved that leg.

Now, we're all done.




The thing is that were it not for Nixon ending the draft just days before my number came up, that bowed face would be mine.

This is why my mother never permitted badmouthing Richard Nixon in her house. Trickie Dickie saved her first born.

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Thursday, November 26, 2009

I was maybe ten

I was maybe ten, driving the tractor across the Paul's Place, a spot of land, once owned by Paul Johnson, that mostly just held the world together at the time, and I handed my daddy the bottle of Yoohoo that I was drinking. It was then that I learned that he did not like chocolate.

I have held that mystery close through 45 years. He did not like chocolate.

In turn, I do not care for chocolate, though I do not dislike it either. More, I prefer other flavors, especially vanilla.

For the most part, I think chocolate overwhelms the better flavor, though I can get into the semisweet flavor.

BTW, my mother did not like the Paul's Place. She described it as a place in the world where one had to fight wild Indians to get there. Being half-Indian, I suppose she could say that.


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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

They said it. I did not.

http://www.braun.com/us/series-shavers/series-3.html

The ad on the History Channel says that this razor shaves short hairs better than any other.

You know you needed to know, and you heard it first here.


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Pepé Le Pew

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pepé_Le_Pew?wasRedirected=true

Years ago, I spent a season grading writing samples for a state assessment. The students had to write about their favorite cartoon character.

I read an endless stream of papers about Batman, Superman, and one Supperman. Supperman was apparently a consistent misspelling of Superman.

There were a few papers about grandmas, aunts, and mamas. No, I didn't get it either.

One boy, obviously in an advanced English class, wrote about Pepé Le Pew. Yeah, that got my attention too.

Finally at the end of four pages, I learned why. The boy wrote: Every day, we're both out there chasing that fine young _feline_.

Note: He did not use "feline."

Yes, I disturbed the decorum of the reading room as I rolled out of my chair, held my sides, and dashed to the back of the building where I howled for 30 minutes.

On the drive home, a policeman pulled me over for eratic driving. (I was still laughing.) I explained to the policeman, who sent me on my way, after we both leaned over the hood of his car for another round of uncontrollable howling.

To this day, I wonder about that boy, and what might have become of him. I suspect he's done well.

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It's about danged time!

Flight Delayed? New Fines For Tarmac Stranding HuffPost - http://bit.ly/8SjTzk

If you've been stuck on the tarmac, it's about time, and you do not need convincing. I recall m'peep who spent 8 hours in a coach seat on the DFW tarmac.

While I recognize the problems faced by the airlines, I refuse to accept that burden. The airlines choose to do business. They can also accept the responsibility.

I am grateful they received the ding. I doubt it makes much of a difference.


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So I'm finally doing something right

'Thanksgiving gatherings could spread swine flu' on Fluent News. Here is the link: http://fluentnews.com/s/21424358

So while I'm snoozing this Thursday, you'll be catching Swine Flu. That sounds about right.

It is difficult to express my loathing of the period between American Thanksgiving and Boxing Day. We need a day to be thankful? We need a day to love one another?

Were it not for Boxing Day, the day after Christmas, the day when all the angst disappears, I'm not sure I'd survive.

Frankly, there are years when I'm not sure I'll survive, period.

This all just drives me to distraction. I see comfort food coming for my lunch.



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How does a pilot miss his flight?

In his own words, that is a story all in the past now. Let's leave it at a man making memories.

Regardless, he's now snoring with the maternal unit as reported by the Lily. We'll see how that works out.

I suspect he will finish the holiday by sleeping at the Tate Street house.

We'll all know better sooner than later. I'll see him Friday or Saturday, depending on how the respective schedules shake out.

It's been a long while for this dad.

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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

My mama knew this ages ago!

Becoming the Alpha Dog in Your Own Home

Parents are borrowing from Cesar Millan, the Dog Whisperer, who is known for inspiring discipline, order and devotion.

http://s.nyt.com/u/C9w

We needed a freakin' dog whisperer to tell us what our mamas learned from their mamas YEARS ago?

Mine are so freakin' independant now that there might not be a measure of success, but the point is that they got there well managed.

They are old enough now to make and stand by their own decisions. That was not the case maybe ten years ago when #1 son scratched his initials, backwards, into the sitter's car.

He required instruction, and he received it in nauseating detail.

What did Mama say when she was actually able to say something intelligible? Make them mind you now, or they never will.

That demented mind has a wizened base.

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C'mon guys, it's the Internet

Google Buys Ads To Explain Offensive Michelle Obama Image HuffPost - http://bit.ly/7VGbvl

That an offensive pic of Michele Obama is available on the net should surprise no one. Frankly, there are likely the few out there who do not take offense.

This is a sadness in our world.

When did I first learn this lesson? Oh yes! Some twenty years ago. We had AOL dialup.

Lil sat in my lap. She was looking for materials for a paper about bunnies. We typed "bunnies" into a search engine. I don't recall which one.

You know what happened.

I directed her to the sites that had bunnies, proper, with lop ears. Doing my job, you know.

I would prefer that Google not restrict sites and information unless the site is known to distribute malicious code. I can control the rest, just as I did.


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Sugar cubes

This came in with my morning coffee.



From #1 son. He has figured how to make his shoes shine. Mind you, he's in AFROTC, and what you or I might call a shine, is not likely to pass inspection there.

This left me thinking.

He was about five. It was summer. It was time for a bunch of vaccinations. Three or four.

We went to the clinic. I had promised him any form of candy he wanted after the shots.

He had no idea what was coming. I did. I wrecked an office by turning over a floor to ceiling bookcase when it was my turn.

I remember that better than yesterday.

We walked in together. I did some paperwork. He sat on my lap wearing his safari clothes. I held him tightly.

The nurse put the shots in his thighs in under five seconds.

Bandaids applied, we left. Four eyes streaming tears without restraint. His head buried deeply in my shoulder. His chest, my chest, both heaving in the trauma.

Sobbing would be the understatement. We were fused. Might the nurses date from us?

What a sight we must have made to the other parents and children.

I have no apologies. I never will. Trauma is trauma, even when it's for the right thing.

In time, we can both function again. We drive to the grocery store in silence to fetch whatever he wants that I can afford.

And I do mean whatever, as I reminded him upon entry.

We enter. I follow him up and down the aisles, wondering why we're not focusing on the candy.

The boy is reviewing his options. Completely.

Finally, we settle in on a spot. He points. I lift him. He reaches and takes a box of sugar cubes.

Yeah, I got the look when we returned home. I didn't care. I knew I never would. I would do it all over again, but I hope I never do.


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I suppose it's the season.

FBI data shows increase in anti-gay, little decrease in racially-motivated, hate crimes. http://tinyurl.com/ylc8np2 (via @equalitync)

OK, did I miss the memo? I often do. You know, the memo about open season on queers.

Right up there with the rest of the large and small game.

In PR, the weapon of choice appears to be the machete. In some sections of the US, they use rope and a truck bumper.

So creative the ignorant bastards are.

Have you ever wondered what it is about gay people that is so scary?

I've generally held positions that rendered me the worst nightmare of some people. Math prof? Stat prof? Students had to get past me twice to graduate.

Psychometrician? I make those tests that determine whether or not you'll advance in your job.

Need we discuss being the chemistry and physics teacher?

But Queer? Now that's a real poser for me. I do not molest children. Frankly, I avoid what children I can. The two were quite sufficient, and I wouldn't want to deny you the pleasure.

I really don't seek to turn straight people gay. That's generally impossible, just as you can't go the otherway either. I suppose with some very extreme measures such as seen in POW camps, a straight fellow might be convinced to act gay, but I doubt the process could hold my attention that long.

I'd grow bored and leave you to the football while I returned to my needle point.

So here I sit befuddled again. Why would rainbow bling make a carload of black men hurl insults at me two summers ago as they drove by? Why does my cousin's snake handling church show up at the Pride parade, stand by the railroad tracks, and disturb the queer decorum with their very ugly?

I just don't get that my immortal soul means all that much to them.

Maybe I need another look in the mirror. Are the horns and tail finally sprouting?

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Will the soaps go next?

Good Morning America Boots Adam Lambert http://bit.ly/8REqv0 #GMAfail #ShameOnYouAbc #GMA (via @DCgay)

This would be funny if it were not so very sad. Adam did nothing that we haven't seen in the hetero version for decades. The soaps? Friends? That list is long.

MTV?

But prime time isn't ready for the gay version. We can decorate your house on TV. We can dance and sing for you on TV. We might even get a little smooch in once in a while, especially if it's a couple of women.

But nix on most of the rest.

You might recall that Brokeback Mountain was rated R. Truth be told, it was hardly a PG-13, but because the context was gay, we needed to keep the children out lest they fall to the Gay Agenda.

BTW, I continue to wait for my copy to arrive.

Well let me tell you right now, as soon as I had seen BBM, I knew I'd be taking a couple of children in a very few days. Yes, I caught hell from the maternal unit, but I would do it again without skipping a beat.

The only thing GMA accomplished this morning was to deliver a firm slap in the face to gay viewers across the country, not to mention the several who surely work on the set.


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Mark is in a heap of dodo.

Gov. Mark Sanford faces 37 ethics charges http://bit.ly/85TFe7 (via @cnn)

First, there is no such thing as domestic business class in airfare. Get over it.

Second, this citizen will not fly intercontinental in coach.

Lastly, could Mark's sexual liason please be trans? Little would please me more.


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Palin should worry you.

WATCH: Palin Supporters Struggle To Explain Why They Support Her HuffPost - http://bit.ly/8SvRcz

Sarah Palin should worry you. She could easily be the next prez. Her supporters are fuzzy. Obama negators are fuzzy. The overlapping fuzziness could be our doom.

Will you meet me in hell?


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Maybe it's time we sublet war.

Blackwater's Secret War In Pakistan HuffPost - http://bit.ly/5mtp4Y

Maybe it's time we sublet war. Have we won one lately?

The process is fairly straight forward. You hurt the other guy more than he hurts you. Yet, this country appears to have trouble with that.

Enter Blackwater.

Have you considered what black water means? If so, you also know they'll win. That's how it works.


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Well what if...

http://abcnews.go.com/m/screen?id=9154741

Here we go. A woman on disability in Canada has a good weekend with her family, posts the pics on Facebook, and the insurance company decides she is healed.

It should be so easy.

Depression does not evaporate with a good weekend.




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Monday, November 23, 2009

Remove the crime and watch the miracle

Patrons toke medical marijuana in Oregon cafe
http://usat.me/?36874398

Take a gander at our recent history when alcohol was a forbidden fruit. Crime was rampant to provide a product that society said was evil.

I know this because my grandfather was a bootlegger.

Fast forward to "medical" marijuana. Yes, there are days when my feet would qualify me.

Legalize it all. Sell heroin in the ABC stores. Want some crystal meth? Run over the Mission Valley and buy all you can afford.

Take the crime out of this mess and watch what happens.




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Adam is making up for lost time.

Adam Lambert FALLS At AMAs, Simulates Sex, Kisses Band Member, Flips Bird & More HuffPost - http://bit.ly/5ehv7V


If any of this seems weird to you straight folks out there, bear in mind that you probably contributed. Adam just recently came out. Of course, it's not like anyone but Adam failed to recognize he is gay. It's a closet thing, and until you've been there and done that, there is no way you will understand.

And now he's free.

If we could harnass the energy of closeted men coming out, there would be no energy shortage on this planet.

I have said more than once that there is no risk left to take after coming out, and this worries a great many people. I stand by that summation.

What can a man do in this American culture that is more risk filled than to stand up and tell his children that he is gay?


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Now this is a little different.

Man Arrested For Not Tweeting? HuffPost - http://bit.ly/8EzXLO

We donor have to look hard to find stories of people who found themselves in hot water because of a tweet.

Here's a dude who failed to send out a tweet, and that failure put him behind bars.

Sometimes we just can't win for losing.




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Another reason to loathe the American Thanksgiving


OP-ED CONTRIBUTOR: Animal, Vegetable, Miserable

The free-range turkey debate ignores whether it’s wrong to kill animals for human consumption at all.

http://s.nyt.com/u/C9R

I will not be attending the usual American Thanksgiving this week. I might order pizza, but I doubt even that.

This is not because I do not love those who would invite me over. This is not because I am not thankful for what I have.

Oh no.

It's because I have a choice. I loathe the grandstanding. Why do I need a day to be thankful? Might I not pray that prayer in June?

Y'all have fun. I'll be with you one day later.


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Sunday, November 22, 2009

This could easily happen

WATCH Palin 2012: SNL Gives Viewers A Glimpse Of Horrifying Future HuffPost - http://bit.ly/6HRoar

As I've said before, we have not seen the last of Sarah Palin. She will haunt us for a very long time.




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Here's why the Catholic Church should be paying taxes

Bishop Bans Rep. Kennedy From Receiving Communion For Being Pro-Choice HuffPost - http://bit.ly/599Sx5

Read on. We have a direct violation of a church's exemption from taxes. Will they pay the price? No, but we could wish.

One day. One day. Until then, I'll spit on the ground.




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TSA saved us again

Count your Lucky Stars that TSA is on the clock.

My company gave away gift boxes at a recent conference. Apparently, current clients received a pound of ground coffee among other things. Such seems perfectly reasonable.

Well, one of my fave peeps takes his pound of coffee, packs it in his carry-on grip, and promptly has it confiscated by the TSA.

You just have to wonder about the management that writes the rules for TSA.

First, we all know that ground coffee is used to mask the odor of illicit drugs. Cool. That factoid should be important to those looking to nab the mules of this world.

Now, if you've been here before, you know my response is about whether or not TSA handled this suspicious substance with the care required for suspicious substances. We both know the answer there.

Whomp!

A TSA agent threw the bag of coffee into the trash, pure and simple. Be glad it's not something that explodes upon a whoomp.

Yes, I could just spit on the ground.

We live in a world of bad guys as was explained to me by TSA agent two years ago in CLT when I needed a fix of my drug of choice then, nicotine, all the while wondering about the US$3 bottle of water I held.

In this world, ground coffee, perfectly x-rayable, is something that can, apparently, threaten national security.

Yes, you should worry while I consider what my company should do.

Not to worry, I think I have this one figured out.


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Saturday, November 21, 2009

More grumpy than normal.

So we walked about a mile to get a steak lunch. The restaurant was open only for dinner.

This news surprised us both.

So we walked to the hotel where we ate a couple of oh-so-rare steaks with an hour of delightful confabulation.

The blister was not evident until I took my boots off that night. It was also not pretty.





The following day was a sneaker day. As was today.

Perhaps I should post a pic of the tissue that was wrapped around it. The tissue was colorful.




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Eating on a plane

I nabbed a #8 combo from Wendy's, and ate it before boarding. That was airport dining at it's finest It seemed prudent to eat there given the relative lack of space on the plane.

Besides, I did not want to fight the Jerry Springer crowd for that bag of cold tater tots.

Here comes the plane food, but first the ass the just made love to my ear and shoulder.



Isn't he cute? He can thank his lucky stars I'm a bit sedated.

Now, back to our regular programming.




I neglected to get some coupons at the gate, and I was left using a credit card on the plane.

No, the receipt will not find it's way to my expense report. That's sad. Da Man should cover medicine on a plane.

Now, we have fallen warriors on the Southwest Plain.



Note that they fell I'm defense if my pregnacious tum.



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Budding queen

Traveling with his faghag.




The woman in that seat gave it up so the two could sit together. So sweet. The sad thing about that for you is that I probably will not be able to get a pic of her strangly painted toes.


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Zombie buildings

'ZOMBIE BUILDINGS': The Next Economic Calamit... HuffPost - http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/11/20/zombie-buildings-are-they_n_365400.html

Well now, let's see. Might a little bailout money work here? Subsidized housing? Subsidized space for health clinics? This list could go a very long way. And make it mixed-use while you're at it.

A farmer's market?




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So you need a Higgs Boson?

Quick restart of Big Bang machine stuns scientists
http://usat.me/?36863086

I have several you can borrow back at the house. Just remember my cut of the Nobel proceedings.

"The Superconducting Super Collider being built in Texas would have been bigger than the LHC, but in 1993 the U.S. Congress canceled it after costs soared and questions were raised about its scientific value."

Meanwhile, that the LHC is in the EU just makes me want to spit. It could be on American soil, creating homegrown Nobel Laureats, creating homegrown educational opportunities for the next generation of homegrown Nobel Laureats, providing countless opportunities for children of parents in service industries to see beyond their current borders, but could we bring ourselves to build it here?

Noooooooooo!

Why?

Oh yes, it was too expensive.

So instead of the planet looking to the US for support in the advancement of the most important and most critical and most fundamental of the sciences, Physics, we send a few of our students to the EU to advance their study.

What do we get instead? Danged fools promoting Creationism as a science. Kurt Freakin' Cameron adding a Creatonist preramble to a new edition of The Origin of the Species.

Is it any wonder American Whatever is so often now held in contempt in this world?



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This darkness will spread

From The New York Times:

A Crown Jewel of Education Struggles With Cuts

Students and faculty worry that deep budget cuts are pushing the University of California into decline.

http://s.nyt.com/u/Chb


This darkness will spread to places and times we might never identify.

What critical mass of intellect is needed to maintain and extend the collection of the Nobel Laureat level of thinking that we have come to expect and that benefits this world through generations not yet born? What will we do without it, especially when it all moves offshore?

Reduce a library's budget. Book acquisition drops in response. One hundred years later, a scholar misses a point because a pivotal text is missing in the collection.

Let's hope Google Books really does work out.

What of the student who stays on the farm because the tuition is just out of reach? Outliers presents just such an event, and discusses that outcome already. You have a farmer dabbling in mathematics few can understand, but which is just a hobby, a drug for the boredom and depression spawned by a wasted life. Nothing that could have will ever come of the dabbling.

God, do I so know the pain of that one...


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A dyke and two queens

Blackjack?




She saved the two seats for them, resulting in the straight married corporate duo taking the two seats next to too me.





The gal has kept those two men in constant confabulation for the entire flight. Someone should tell her about women and braided hair.


Angelic halo? I'll go with that.



Why does all the bad stuff happen to me?


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Juveniles, not adults

Burned Florida teen having skin graft surgery http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/11/20/florida.burned.boy/index.html?iphoneemail

First, let me say that if the burned boy needs skin for grafting, I can identify several detainees who should be more than willing to offer theirs.

Now, onward and upward.

Some of these boys are being charged as adults.

Let's see. They cannot buy alcohol. They cannot buy smokes. They cannot vote.

Yet, they are responsible for thinking through the long term consequences of their actions taken in a moment of passion?

Do not think that I am excusing these boys for what they did. I am not. However, these boys should be held accountable as boys, not as men.

I'd be more likely inclined to require that the parents of those accused boys pony up as adults.

BTW, we have a ways to go regarding distinguishing between adults and children. Currently, a young adult can legally carry a weapon into battle and kill people on our behalf. Yet, that young adult cannot legally have wine with dinner or have a beer with a hotdog.

This is all just plain wrong.



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Proper use and handling of the water bottle

As you know, a water bottle can be a treacherous thing. To ensure that you remain unharmed when you use your water bottle, follow these useful instructions.

Here is the safe condition.




The bottle is upright. The lid is screwed on tightly. Emphasis on that last word. Otherwise, you're the one who's screwed.

Here's the dangerous position.



The lid is hanging loose. One little gravity surge, and you're all wet.

There will be further instruction later after you absorb these first two rules.




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To the gal in the security line D at PHX

You know who you are. White sneakers. Black thigh-highs. Almost Daisy Dukes.

If you're gonna let the faux lacy tops show, you should arrange a little more symmetry. In addition, that look needs black boots with a heel, not white sneaks with a pink swoosh.

We all know what you're attempting to do to those male TSA eyes, and it almost worked for you.

Now, you know why it didn't.

You could also take a page from the chick with the nets and machine stressed and tattered denim mini from Target. She was making those brown Eskimo boots with flats work for here.

Let's hope she had some socks hiding those boots. Otherwise, her feets are gonna be sad this evening




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Friday, November 20, 2009

Is this me on Sunday or what?

http://www.newstin.com/rel/us/en-010-020210821

Only in Oz...or the American South.

Here's an Australian gentleman in search of his morning paper. Speaking with his wife by cell phone. (OK, so the wife part is not me.) Nine hours later, he says "Uncle."

I need to take vacay to repeat that adventure!






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Not much reported today

It's not like it's been a slow day. Actually, it was a very busy day.

We came to terms with how to move an important program forward.

I walked with a good friend a mile uphill to not have lunch, but to disturb IBM corporate and visit with a longhorn bull, and then return to the home base for perhaps the best confabulation and steak in recent memory.

My toes were wrapped with Kleenex because of one blister and one nail that is now filed.

Besides, I love the memories of things that officially never happened, especially when I walked through the same room. And I have no apology for my response to snakes, especially the water moccasin.

That particular snake is an agent of evil, as my mother will assure you.

Then we top off the evening with a delightful discussion of privacy and transparancy with one delightful group of people.

Am I a lucky man or not?




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Thursday, November 19, 2009

Homos for Palin?

http://www.signorile.com/2009/11/palins-for-putting-homos-back-in-closet.html

OK, to each his, or her, own. Similarly, for the other genders, but this is not about gender anyway.

It's about thinking it through.

This college age guy showed up for a Palin book tour event wearing a homemade t-shirt that read, "Homos for Palin."

Mall Security appears to have told him to "zip it or leave."

Now, homos come in about as many flavors as any other group. We just get singled out for special recognition a little more often, and Palin actively represents and seeks to lead those who would be most unpleasant in that special recognition.

Lest someone accuse me of pussyfootin' around, these are the people who see no problem with the legalization of hate and discrimination. It could, and has been, and could easily become agaIn a whole lot worse.

I suppose that makes those who sell rope into good investments.

Meanwhile, what was t-shirt boy thinking? Does he really support Palin? Did he just want to see what the reaction would be? We might never know as I doubt the mainstream media pays much attention to this one.




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Kiltlifter beer

It's made in Tempe, and I had one with dinner tonight while sitting beside a delightful company board member who managed to be on a plane with me some few years ago.

Yeah, I was kilted back then, and also in first class. I'm too fat to get in those kilts now.

Sadness, that is.

We had a good laugh retelling that story of our shared trip to Miami.

Here's the pic of the beer bottle.




The light was a little low in the restaurant. Here's the beer in the glass.




No way I could leave out the best seafood cream soup to have ever passed my lips.




It'll be a while before we find any pic of me in a kilt here. Perhaps when I some 50 pounds less of a man.



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