MacLean's Magazine had a great article by Steve Maich. I am an employer, and I've previously said the thing I hate more than firing people is hiring them. This article sums it up nicely. It gives every single poor character trait of the modern young person who applies for a job. If you're a young person, read it, because your next interview for a job is with someone like me.
"Spoiled, shallow, and selfish: say hi to the new kid at work" is the slug and boy is that accurate. It goes on to say "it’s tempting to write off the entire generation as a bunch of vain and vacuous prima donnas," and I must say oft-times it is. Firing someone because of their piss-poor attitude is much easier than firing someone who tries but just isn't capable.
"... they are reassured that by eliminating rules, chain of command, and doling out praise like penny candy they are simply unleashing the fantastic potential of their little darlings. History disagrees. History shows that it’s all those old-fashioned values that made North America the world’s most dynamic economy. Experience tells us that naive kids eventually discover a pretty close relationship between effort, discipline and success." Except, I tell you what, I just don't see it. I see these kids never growing up. That sense of entitlement they have is a cancer upon any workforce.
Hey people: you are not entitled to anything at your job that you haven't earned. Showing up at work doesn't entitle you to jack. You're not entitled to praise every day unless you do something really good. You're not entitled to a raise every three months. You're not entitled to use your cel phone all day while on the clock. And if you get mad when you're disciplined, you're not entitled to be shocked that you got fired: but usually you are. And that level of stupidity is WHY you got fired.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Scooter Update 4.2 plus today's events
I went to visit Scooter this AM but there was someone in the surgery area so I couldn't see her. I left he treats, promising to come back later.
So I went skating with the Berners. I will not humiliate him by pointing out in my blog that his son Shane skates much better than he does. Oops. Too late. It slipped out. We had fun. The whole Berner clan was out there at some point skating.
Right near the end I had a spectacular wipeout when my skate caught a groove. It was my first fall in close to eight years. It was a high speed crash, but I controlled myself but couldn't maintain my balance, and rather than go face-first into the boards I opted for a controlled fall to the ice -- that failed and I landed on my good knee. It hurt but didn't look too bad.
Afterwards, Karen met us and we all went to lunch. The Steak And Shake on Pines is out of business so we ended up next store at NY Pizza. I've never seen such a poorly managed restaurant. The service was horrendous -- though I fault the guy running the place for putting a 15 year old to wait tables. It was just not in his skill set. Afterwards, the Berners bailed on us so it was just Karen and I for bowling.
We bowled three games and I won two of them, and the one I lost (the middle one) was by only a point. I dominated the third one with a 173 and turkey in the 5th through 7th including a spectacular Brooklyn on the last. It would have been four but the centre pin wouldn't drop. Sadly, afterwards my knee was stiffer than a teenager watching his first porno. I will now it call it "the knee that was formerly good" because it's bloody, bruised, and swollen. It hurts. Ouch.
I visited Scooter as soon as I got home, and there was no change except the AC at the vet's office was busted. She was happy to see me, and she got her treats and brushing. The visit was cut short by a Siberian Husky that couldn't even come in under his own power. (Scooter's cage is near the surgery table where the IVs are so if there's surgery she can't have visitors).
I want to thank everyone for their prayers and good wishes for Scooter.
Once the Scooter saga is resolved one way or another I have several other pieces of news.
We are currently under a tornado watch.
So I went skating with the Berners. I will not humiliate him by pointing out in my blog that his son Shane skates much better than he does. Oops. Too late. It slipped out. We had fun. The whole Berner clan was out there at some point skating.
Right near the end I had a spectacular wipeout when my skate caught a groove. It was my first fall in close to eight years. It was a high speed crash, but I controlled myself but couldn't maintain my balance, and rather than go face-first into the boards I opted for a controlled fall to the ice -- that failed and I landed on my good knee. It hurt but didn't look too bad.
Afterwards, Karen met us and we all went to lunch. The Steak And Shake on Pines is out of business so we ended up next store at NY Pizza. I've never seen such a poorly managed restaurant. The service was horrendous -- though I fault the guy running the place for putting a 15 year old to wait tables. It was just not in his skill set. Afterwards, the Berners bailed on us so it was just Karen and I for bowling.
We bowled three games and I won two of them, and the one I lost (the middle one) was by only a point. I dominated the third one with a 173 and turkey in the 5th through 7th including a spectacular Brooklyn on the last. It would have been four but the centre pin wouldn't drop. Sadly, afterwards my knee was stiffer than a teenager watching his first porno. I will now it call it "the knee that was formerly good" because it's bloody, bruised, and swollen. It hurts. Ouch.
I visited Scooter as soon as I got home, and there was no change except the AC at the vet's office was busted. She was happy to see me, and she got her treats and brushing. The visit was cut short by a Siberian Husky that couldn't even come in under his own power. (Scooter's cage is near the surgery table where the IVs are so if there's surgery she can't have visitors).
I want to thank everyone for their prayers and good wishes for Scooter.
Once the Scooter saga is resolved one way or another I have several other pieces of news.
We are currently under a tornado watch.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Scooter Update 4.1
I visited Scooter. Saw the MRI. The problem is Quite Evident. There is nothing wrong with her spine at all. Nothing. There's this tumour in the tissue surrounding the spine. It's a bright white spot.
Scooter was in good spirits, I pet her, brushed her, and fed her some food out of my hand. She's definitely not HAPPY though. She wants to leave but the inability to stand is a problem.
Today I've spoken with Doctor Child and Cabeza. Everything else is in my earlier post. So we'll see.
Scooter was in good spirits, I pet her, brushed her, and fed her some food out of my hand. She's definitely not HAPPY though. She wants to leave but the inability to stand is a problem.
Today I've spoken with Doctor Child and Cabeza. Everything else is in my earlier post. So we'll see.
Scooter Update 4.0
It's 919am and I have news on my beloved kitty, Scooter. She had her MRI at the people-MRI centre and she handled the anaesthesia fine -- which the vet says surprised her. They've reviewed the results. This will sound odd, but the best possible news would be for a benign tumour compressing the spinal column. I know it doesn't SOUND like good news, but that's what it is. To be accurate the benign/malignant status is not determined.
Now here's what's going to happen. Monday they will (in consultation with my real vet) contact a special hospital in Fort Lauderdale that does non-invasive removal of benign tumours using lasers and ultra-something-or-other. If she is a candidate, they will biopsy the tumour. If it's benign, we'll arrange for that surgery. Although it's about the same price as a small car, I am not thinking about price. I have four credit cards which all hold nearly five figures so I can run them all up. I've still got three that aren't full.
If it's malignant there is no hope and that is the end. At her age she cannot survive cancer treatments.
If she is NOT a candidate for this surgery AND the tumour is benign, then the fourth consulting doctor will decide if he can safely remove it with a small operation. The tumour is not IN her spinal column but under it. It's compressing the nerves in the spinal column which is why it's been manifesting itself as a neurological problem. It's what's causing her extreme pain and why the problem comes and goes. Of course, I will continue to kick myself for not having an MRI done a year ago, but who knew.
She's definitely going to be in the hospital through at least Tuesday. But there is now a chance, even if it's a small one. The vet said Scooter woke up from the anaesthesia in a good and feisty mood. I'm leaving to visit in 1hr -- the doctor's meeting me at the clinic. And don't doubt the quality of her care. Several doctors took time off their holiday weekends to arrange this, and allow her not only an MRI at a people centre (so much for health department rules) before they opened, but had a radiologist and two veterinarians there for an immediate reading. Last time I had an MRI I had to wait five days for results.
Thanks to every for caring and praying. Keep it up.
Scooter is approximately 22 years old and I really hope she lives many more years. She's been with me for over half my life.
Special wishes to the Murphs for their kitties Eddie and Amanda who are also having difficulties. Please keep them in your thoughts as well.
Now here's what's going to happen. Monday they will (in consultation with my real vet) contact a special hospital in Fort Lauderdale that does non-invasive removal of benign tumours using lasers and ultra-something-or-other. If she is a candidate, they will biopsy the tumour. If it's benign, we'll arrange for that surgery. Although it's about the same price as a small car, I am not thinking about price. I have four credit cards which all hold nearly five figures so I can run them all up. I've still got three that aren't full.
If it's malignant there is no hope and that is the end. At her age she cannot survive cancer treatments.
If she is NOT a candidate for this surgery AND the tumour is benign, then the fourth consulting doctor will decide if he can safely remove it with a small operation. The tumour is not IN her spinal column but under it. It's compressing the nerves in the spinal column which is why it's been manifesting itself as a neurological problem. It's what's causing her extreme pain and why the problem comes and goes. Of course, I will continue to kick myself for not having an MRI done a year ago, but who knew.
She's definitely going to be in the hospital through at least Tuesday. But there is now a chance, even if it's a small one. The vet said Scooter woke up from the anaesthesia in a good and feisty mood. I'm leaving to visit in 1hr -- the doctor's meeting me at the clinic. And don't doubt the quality of her care. Several doctors took time off their holiday weekends to arrange this, and allow her not only an MRI at a people centre (so much for health department rules) before they opened, but had a radiologist and two veterinarians there for an immediate reading. Last time I had an MRI I had to wait five days for results.
Thanks to every for caring and praying. Keep it up.
Scooter is approximately 22 years old and I really hope she lives many more years. She's been with me for over half my life.
Special wishes to the Murphs for their kitties Eddie and Amanda who are also having difficulties. Please keep them in your thoughts as well.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Today's Scooter Report
Down to the wire and tomorrow's the big, bad day. I visited Scooter again this morning. She was alert and responsive today. It didn't make the visit any easier. She greeted me with a meow. She nuzzled me and suffered her brushing gladly. I gave her a Petrodex treat which she ate out of my hand.
The vet (the one who looks 14 -- see previous post) said she was even grooming herself earlier. She's relatively healthy except for whatever this condition is. They suspect now, it's neurological and that means there is likely no treatment. Tomorrow isn't likely to be a happy day.
The vet (the one who looks 14 -- see previous post) said she was even grooming herself earlier. She's relatively healthy except for whatever this condition is. They suspect now, it's neurological and that means there is likely no treatment. Tomorrow isn't likely to be a happy day.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Various Items
1. Visited Scooter this AM. I was happy not to get any grief from the holiday staff. I brought her brush, and brushed her. She didn't seem happy to see me but it wasn't personal. She was just out of it.
2. I met the weekend vet. He looked like he was 14 but he said Scooter wasn't any worse or better. She's eating but they have to hand feed her. I'm going to try that tomorrow. She also needs help to go to the bathroom because she can't stand on her own.
3. Two more days until The Decision. ::sigh:: Pray for Scooter.
4. I am going to auction off my mother to the highest bidder. Before dinner we were discussing where silk came from because my Grandmother got a new silk scarf from Sophia in China. (I just finally gave it to her because I am a less than perfect grandson and it's been here since I got back from the NIFS show early this month). Mom asked if silk came from ... Wait for it ... Wait ... Wait ... Wait ... Panda Bears. I am not making this up. Bidding starts at £1.50 and will go in 50p increments. Winner pays shipping. Cash in pounds sterling only.
2. I met the weekend vet. He looked like he was 14 but he said Scooter wasn't any worse or better. She's eating but they have to hand feed her. I'm going to try that tomorrow. She also needs help to go to the bathroom because she can't stand on her own.
3. Two more days until The Decision. ::sigh:: Pray for Scooter.
4. I am going to auction off my mother to the highest bidder. Before dinner we were discussing where silk came from because my Grandmother got a new silk scarf from Sophia in China. (I just finally gave it to her because I am a less than perfect grandson and it's been here since I got back from the NIFS show early this month). Mom asked if silk came from ... Wait for it ... Wait ... Wait ... Wait ... Panda Bears. I am not making this up. Bidding starts at £1.50 and will go in 50p increments. Winner pays shipping. Cash in pounds sterling only.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Scooter Visit (Tues)
I went to visit Scooter today after work, or more accurately I left work before 4pm and went to visit Scooter. They made me wait a few minutes before I could see her. Because she can't be moved, I have to visit her back in the actual clinic -- they normally don't allow visitors. But that's where she housed because it's staffed 24/7. While I waited, I filled out all the paperwork for Saturday's big test and paid for my bill up to now. Thank god for credit cards.
She was asleep, of course, when I walked in. On a bed of blankets and lined with one of those blue/white accident cloths under it. There was an IV hooked up to her front paw. I opened the door and pet her but she didn't really move. Then I whispered in her ear, and remember she can't hear any more. So, I rubbed her nose gently (in the special spot she likes) until she decided to open her eyes. She saw me and started to purr but she didn't really have much strength, so just continued to lay there. I continued to pet her and stroke her until she fell asleep and for awhile thereafter.
I ran to my car and drove home.
She was asleep, of course, when I walked in. On a bed of blankets and lined with one of those blue/white accident cloths under it. There was an IV hooked up to her front paw. I opened the door and pet her but she didn't really move. Then I whispered in her ear, and remember she can't hear any more. So, I rubbed her nose gently (in the special spot she likes) until she decided to open her eyes. She saw me and started to purr but she didn't really have much strength, so just continued to lay there. I continued to pet her and stroke her until she fell asleep and for awhile thereafter.
I ran to my car and drove home.
Scooter News -- More
The orthopaedic guy has inspected Scooter. She is not a candidate for anything but the most minor surgery The odds on there being anything that can be done are close to zero. Doctors Cabeza, Child, Diaz, and he all agree. That's four vets with the same basic opinion.
However, it might be a small tumor or something that could be impacting the spinal area and that could be easily removed. So, we have arranged with the local MRI center to allow Scooter to come in Saturday for an MRI -- they normally don't do animals. There is a high risk from the anesthesia as well. The orthopaedic guy says with these results he'll be able to look me in the eye and tell me what to do, but without out there is still some doubt.
I can't/won't make a decision unless I know for sure, though I'm sure that decision will come Saturday evening sometime. I'm also going to visit her today. I wish I could let her come home but that's not an option in her shape. I really hope this is something simple but I probably know better.
However, it might be a small tumor or something that could be impacting the spinal area and that could be easily removed. So, we have arranged with the local MRI center to allow Scooter to come in Saturday for an MRI -- they normally don't do animals. There is a high risk from the anesthesia as well. The orthopaedic guy says with these results he'll be able to look me in the eye and tell me what to do, but without out there is still some doubt.
I can't/won't make a decision unless I know for sure, though I'm sure that decision will come Saturday evening sometime. I'm also going to visit her today. I wish I could let her come home but that's not an option in her shape. I really hope this is something simple but I probably know better.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Quick Scooter Update :(
I don't have too much to report and what I have is not good.
I didn't get any further answers out of the emergency vet last night, so this morning I called the regular vet. He called the emergency vet and he has no ideas either. I spoke the the head doctor at the emergency vet early this afternoon. She also told me (cry) that Scooter is now depressed. Poor kitty. But she is in no shape to be moved or taken home.
It's definitely neurological and I've given the okay for an orthopaedic guy to come in and take a look at it. Surgery on Scooter is not an option (all my vets agree on this) but maybe it's something simple.
I am really scared that time is running out. Probably no more news until tomorrow.
I didn't get any further answers out of the emergency vet last night, so this morning I called the regular vet. He called the emergency vet and he has no ideas either. I spoke the the head doctor at the emergency vet early this afternoon. She also told me (cry) that Scooter is now depressed. Poor kitty. But she is in no shape to be moved or taken home.
It's definitely neurological and I've given the okay for an orthopaedic guy to come in and take a look at it. Surgery on Scooter is not an option (all my vets agree on this) but maybe it's something simple.
I am really scared that time is running out. Probably no more news until tomorrow.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
No More Scooter News Really
Scooter is still in hospital. All tests so far are negative and the gas is gone and she's still immobile. The vet is running additional tests in an effort find the problem. She's not comfortable at all and there's no clue as to the issue. I am expecting additional news later today, but that's all I've got now.
A rare work related item: Boeing's 787 program has been delayed due to fastener failure. Obviously I have interest in this topic. It turns out they are not installing them properly and there are gaps between the head of the fastener and the metal (see Aviation Week 11-10-08). Why is this bad? In an airplane, the play would allow the metal to flex, metal that flexed gets metal fatigue. Metal Fatigue causes failure, and failure causes planes to crash. Metal fatigue is actually small microscopic cracks the develop in airframes. They occur at pretty predictable rates which assume number of landings/takeoffs and number of air hours. They cannot account for metal flexing due to improperly installed parts (be they fasteners or something else). Thus the failure will occur before an inspection.
I saw Bolt today. Bolt was much better than I expected and was quite enjoyable though due to my circumstances the cat caused me a great distraction. It's an entirely predictable Disney film, so if you're looking for surprise, this isn't it. We saw it in 3D but that really didn't add much, so save the extra $2 and see it without the 3D. It's a little longer than your typical Disney cartoon which worked well and Bolt himself is a very loveable character, though the fat hamster steals the parts of the film in which he appears. Yay hamster.
Dave Barry's Gift Guide was in today's Herald/Fishwrapper. In other news, the exchange rate £ to $ is down to 1.47 today!
315pm Update: Dr. Child called. Scooter is still in pain but she is unable to find a cause. She's got Scooter on pain medications until this evening when they other doctor comes in. All of Scooter's blood work came back GREAT. She's in great health THEORETICALLY. Only she's not. So another night or two in hospital for Scooter :(
A rare work related item: Boeing's 787 program has been delayed due to fastener failure. Obviously I have interest in this topic. It turns out they are not installing them properly and there are gaps between the head of the fastener and the metal (see Aviation Week 11-10-08). Why is this bad? In an airplane, the play would allow the metal to flex, metal that flexed gets metal fatigue. Metal Fatigue causes failure, and failure causes planes to crash. Metal fatigue is actually small microscopic cracks the develop in airframes. They occur at pretty predictable rates which assume number of landings/takeoffs and number of air hours. They cannot account for metal flexing due to improperly installed parts (be they fasteners or something else). Thus the failure will occur before an inspection.
I saw Bolt today. Bolt was much better than I expected and was quite enjoyable though due to my circumstances the cat caused me a great distraction. It's an entirely predictable Disney film, so if you're looking for surprise, this isn't it. We saw it in 3D but that really didn't add much, so save the extra $2 and see it without the 3D. It's a little longer than your typical Disney cartoon which worked well and Bolt himself is a very loveable character, though the fat hamster steals the parts of the film in which he appears. Yay hamster.
Dave Barry's Gift Guide was in today's Herald/Fishwrapper. In other news, the exchange rate £ to $ is down to 1.47 today!
315pm Update: Dr. Child called. Scooter is still in pain but she is unable to find a cause. She's got Scooter on pain medications until this evening when they other doctor comes in. All of Scooter's blood work came back GREAT. She's in great health THEORETICALLY. Only she's not. So another night or two in hospital for Scooter :(
Saturday, November 22, 2008
What a Bad Day
What a bad day. I woke up, because Scooter decided it was time for breakfast. I went to the bathroom and did my usual stuff and she followed. She did something really weird, put her paws full forward, spread her rear legs and looked like she was trying to take a crap in the bathroom. Certainly not normal behaviour. I carried her downstairs, put her down and she walked to her bed. I noticed there were little poo chunks (Hershey Kiss sized) all over the living room. Very odd. I picked 'em up with a towel and disposed of them and then washed up. I then went to get the paper. When I came back in, she was lying in a very odd position on the floor. I went over and picked her up and set her down. Her legs collapsed and she was unable to stand.
I grabbed her carrier, put her in it (she didn't resist) and drove off towards the 24/7 Emergency Vet at warp drive, nearly running the vet over in the back alley short-cut. I slammed on the breaks to talk to the vet (Dr Child) who was on her way back from Starbucks. I drove around to the vet, and they let me right in.
After several tests, xrays, etcetra, they determined there was extreme gassy building up causing pressure on her spine. She was treated for the gas and the pain and some sub-something-or-other fluids because she was a tad dehydrated. $400 for that emergency visit. Anyway, got her home and she JUMPED out of her carrier (a good sign), she ate, and went to her litter box and took a dump (another good sign). She was shaking a bit like she was cold but I figured it was a bit of a reaction to the anti-gas medicine because he stomach was gurgling and well, the gas WAS coming out. (The less said, the better.)
So I figured she was happy and well again. Went to have breakfast and then see Quantum of Solace. Came home. Scooter has one of those carpeted kitty-condos. She doesn't much use it anymore except to keep her toys in the bottom part which is dark and enclosed. She's not been in there in over six YEARS. She was half in, laying on her side.
I pet her. Then I tried to pick her up and she cried in pain. I grabbed her cat carrier, picked her up as gently as I could, my poor heart breaking at her plaintive cries, and rushed her to the vet (again) calling ahead to warn them I was coming. I rushed in, flew through reception and into the office. They took another x-ray which showed even MORE gas. Something must be causing it. So anyway, they decided they'd keep her for a few hours and told me to go. Dr. Child called me a few times to let me know they were giving her a Barium Shake and that so far it was showing all sorts of gas and she had no explanation as to where it was coming from because all her tests (heart, liver, blood, reflex, etc) were all perfectly normal for a 21/22 year old cat.
She called me at 7pm to say Scooter isn't better and she has to spend the night at the vet :(
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Quantum of Solace Review: Yay. Another fine Bond. Mr. Craig is second only to Connery in his Bond. The arch-Villain is creepy as hell, and the Bond Babe is a Babe. Not many gadgets but plenty of action and suspense. And plot! But what a horrid theme song. And the walking silhouette that shoots the eye? At the END of the film. This film starts with action and is pretty much action from start to end. It's a tight film and clocks in at around 1-3/4 hours.
I really enjoyed it because I knew Scooter was better. If I had realized she had a sudden relapse I'd have never stayed. I feel bad.
Also, whilst waiting for the film to start I did a lot of holiday shopping. I am about done. Waiting for a big box from Amazon which will take care of quite a few people.
I grabbed her carrier, put her in it (she didn't resist) and drove off towards the 24/7 Emergency Vet at warp drive, nearly running the vet over in the back alley short-cut. I slammed on the breaks to talk to the vet (Dr Child) who was on her way back from Starbucks. I drove around to the vet, and they let me right in.
After several tests, xrays, etcetra, they determined there was extreme gassy building up causing pressure on her spine. She was treated for the gas and the pain and some sub-something-or-other fluids because she was a tad dehydrated. $400 for that emergency visit. Anyway, got her home and she JUMPED out of her carrier (a good sign), she ate, and went to her litter box and took a dump (another good sign). She was shaking a bit like she was cold but I figured it was a bit of a reaction to the anti-gas medicine because he stomach was gurgling and well, the gas WAS coming out. (The less said, the better.)
So I figured she was happy and well again. Went to have breakfast and then see Quantum of Solace. Came home. Scooter has one of those carpeted kitty-condos. She doesn't much use it anymore except to keep her toys in the bottom part which is dark and enclosed. She's not been in there in over six YEARS. She was half in, laying on her side.
I pet her. Then I tried to pick her up and she cried in pain. I grabbed her cat carrier, picked her up as gently as I could, my poor heart breaking at her plaintive cries, and rushed her to the vet (again) calling ahead to warn them I was coming. I rushed in, flew through reception and into the office. They took another x-ray which showed even MORE gas. Something must be causing it. So anyway, they decided they'd keep her for a few hours and told me to go. Dr. Child called me a few times to let me know they were giving her a Barium Shake and that so far it was showing all sorts of gas and she had no explanation as to where it was coming from because all her tests (heart, liver, blood, reflex, etc) were all perfectly normal for a 21/22 year old cat.
She called me at 7pm to say Scooter isn't better and she has to spend the night at the vet :(
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Quantum of Solace Review: Yay. Another fine Bond. Mr. Craig is second only to Connery in his Bond. The arch-Villain is creepy as hell, and the Bond Babe is a Babe. Not many gadgets but plenty of action and suspense. And plot! But what a horrid theme song. And the walking silhouette that shoots the eye? At the END of the film. This film starts with action and is pretty much action from start to end. It's a tight film and clocks in at around 1-3/4 hours.
I really enjoyed it because I knew Scooter was better. If I had realized she had a sudden relapse I'd have never stayed. I feel bad.
Also, whilst waiting for the film to start I did a lot of holiday shopping. I am about done. Waiting for a big box from Amazon which will take care of quite a few people.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sarah Palin Loves Turkey because, I suppose, she IS one
Everyone hates Sarah Palin. At least I do, and that's all that matters. I'm telling you this because you should know there's bias here. Lots of it. In spades. But this video was sent to me by one of her fans. Says quite a lot about the sort of person who actually likes her.
The former Republican VP candidate and partial cause of their election-day meltdown, and currentlt absurdly popular Alaska Governor, was doing the standard "Pardon the Turkey" routine, when things went horribly wrong. Really wrong. And captured on video. Yeah, if you watch in the background, keeping in mind they're at a ranch(farm?) where they slaughter them, you will see in the background what one might expect.
There's a great story here with the censored video. Because I am nice, I've got you a link to the uncensored version though they're just about the same. Do not watch this as you're planning on eating Turkey. Remember meat doesn't appear in neat packages on the shelf. It has to get turned from living, breathing creature into meat.
So, there ya' go. BTW, I've been told that what he's doing is killing the turkey and draining off the blood. I do not know if it's true but it seems plausible.
I'm still sick. I hate bickering relatives with a passion. The exchange rate for the Dollar to Pound is at 1.50 on the nose, down from 2.04 which makes a trip affordable but nobody wants to go when I can go. So, I'm not sure what I'll do for the holidays because there aren't that many people I'd be willing to be with for a week.
I'm going to finish my x-mas shopping this week if I can so I can avoid the evil Post Black Friday crush -- not that I think there will even be one. I've ordered quite a bit from Amazon. I've already broken my two gift per person rule and got a few relatives three. Then again, food doesn't count so I suppose I'm okay. (Stupid-ass gifts are excluded from the count.) And I've expunged lots of people from my gift list and also my holiday card list. I'm under 80 cards and that's my first year under 100 in quite some time. Now I gotta find this year's insert.
The former Republican VP candidate and partial cause of their election-day meltdown, and currentlt absurdly popular Alaska Governor, was doing the standard "Pardon the Turkey" routine, when things went horribly wrong. Really wrong. And captured on video. Yeah, if you watch in the background, keeping in mind they're at a ranch(farm?) where they slaughter them, you will see in the background what one might expect.
There's a great story here with the censored video. Because I am nice, I've got you a link to the uncensored version though they're just about the same. Do not watch this as you're planning on eating Turkey. Remember meat doesn't appear in neat packages on the shelf. It has to get turned from living, breathing creature into meat.
So, there ya' go. BTW, I've been told that what he's doing is killing the turkey and draining off the blood. I do not know if it's true but it seems plausible.
I'm still sick. I hate bickering relatives with a passion. The exchange rate for the Dollar to Pound is at 1.50 on the nose, down from 2.04 which makes a trip affordable but nobody wants to go when I can go. So, I'm not sure what I'll do for the holidays because there aren't that many people I'd be willing to be with for a week.
I'm going to finish my x-mas shopping this week if I can so I can avoid the evil Post Black Friday crush -- not that I think there will even be one. I've ordered quite a bit from Amazon. I've already broken my two gift per person rule and got a few relatives three. Then again, food doesn't count so I suppose I'm okay. (Stupid-ass gifts are excluded from the count.) And I've expunged lots of people from my gift list and also my holiday card list. I'm under 80 cards and that's my first year under 100 in quite some time. Now I gotta find this year's insert.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Foundation by Mercedes Lackey
I've got another book to give a quick review on. I've read most of Mercedes Lackey's work (my friend Paul had recommended the first one to me aeons ago). Lately I've given them a little less attention as my horizons expanded and my time for free reading decreased -- you should see my unread book pile; it's embarrassing.
Anyway, I was searching for Plane Books. You know, those easy reads you buy for a plane ride so after a bump, an interruption, and so forth, a missed or duplicated paragraph won't be nearly as upsetting. Well, it ended up I only read three of my four plane books (see previous reviews) because I was catching up on magazines. This was the fourth one.
And, I must say, it's pretty damned good. It starts of irritatingly predictable with the poor, mistreated waif of irrelevant gender being chosen. Once that's out of the way, the book really gets going and this one is quite a bit different than her other works, though there are a few preachy moments snuck in by the author. Still, I enjoyed it. I was dismayed to find out this is book one of a multiple volume entry. So there's certainly a cliffhanger I wasn't expecting. I'm usually careful not to get into a multi-volume series where the books can't stand independently until the series is complete. I highly recommend this book. Enjoy.
And I want to, once again, thank Jose for helping me to keep my sanity. I realize there isn't much to work with when it comes to my sanity, but thanks for saving what's left.
I've had a cold for about a week now. As you know, I was recently off at the NIFS/West trade show, having fun, gambling, and sharing food with some of my colleagues. At our group big meals, Gaby is fond of ordering appetizers for the table and sharing them. Proper etiquette means using a fork/spoon solely for dishing from the appetizer plate on to your plate, and then using your personal fork from thereon out. I know the rules. But that's not how they do it. Well turns out Greg had strep so all of us had to go get tested. So now I am on antibiotics, etc, etc. At least I know why I'm sick. I have all the symptoms but the test wasn't conclusive, so they are treating me while they grow a culture just to be safe. I did this all the local Baptist Urgent Care Centre: it was actually a good experience! Treated like a person, everyone friendly, explained everything. I'm not used to that. They get an A+ for everything except for some obscure reason they won't fax a prescription in to the pharmacy which means you have to wait and wait and wait.
I prefer no gifts. I like giving gifts, but not so much receiving them. I've instituted, unilaterally, among my family a two gift policy. This way they know they're not getting more and it doesn't become a contest. It's just silly, especially in this economy. Most of my relatives are thrilled, some not so much. I guess they mistake me for someone who gives a damn. Many of my friends and I have agreed to forgo future gifts, which is even cooler. I just updated my Amazon wish list for those who are interested -- but please, there is no obligation.
I'm doing holiday cards again this year after swearing I wouldn't. And it sucks because I don't have a good insert this year. Damn. Not going to everyone though. I'm behind schedule this year.
I'm still trying to fly the coop this turkey day, but it doesn't look possible because of complications. On the plus side I may get to see Jose. And his brother Hose B. I love that joke. It's an antique John Charles joke.
I should be hungry but I'm not. Stupid cold. I haven't exercised since last Thursday because I have no energy due to being sick. And today my rear tyre* was low on air -- so the sensor light said. I had to add ten pounds of air. But I can't find a puncture anywhere so I've decided to eschew a repair unless it happens again. Maybe someone decided to let a lot of air out for fun? Still, nothing like paying 50 cents for air and getting greasy in 51 degree windy weather when you're sick. How did YOUR day start?
I spoke with Rob about our long delayed (11-2006) collabarotive project, and it will continue to be long delayed. It sucks as I was kinda' looking forward to it. But a two person project needs two people.
Oh and my neck is hurting again. But I won't go to the chiro until I'm over the cold.
* That is spelt correctly. Shut up.
Anyway, I was searching for Plane Books. You know, those easy reads you buy for a plane ride so after a bump, an interruption, and so forth, a missed or duplicated paragraph won't be nearly as upsetting. Well, it ended up I only read three of my four plane books (see previous reviews) because I was catching up on magazines. This was the fourth one.
And, I must say, it's pretty damned good. It starts of irritatingly predictable with the poor, mistreated waif of irrelevant gender being chosen. Once that's out of the way, the book really gets going and this one is quite a bit different than her other works, though there are a few preachy moments snuck in by the author. Still, I enjoyed it. I was dismayed to find out this is book one of a multiple volume entry. So there's certainly a cliffhanger I wasn't expecting. I'm usually careful not to get into a multi-volume series where the books can't stand independently until the series is complete. I highly recommend this book. Enjoy.
And I want to, once again, thank Jose for helping me to keep my sanity. I realize there isn't much to work with when it comes to my sanity, but thanks for saving what's left.
I've had a cold for about a week now. As you know, I was recently off at the NIFS/West trade show, having fun, gambling, and sharing food with some of my colleagues. At our group big meals, Gaby is fond of ordering appetizers for the table and sharing them. Proper etiquette means using a fork/spoon solely for dishing from the appetizer plate on to your plate, and then using your personal fork from thereon out. I know the rules. But that's not how they do it. Well turns out Greg had strep so all of us had to go get tested. So now I am on antibiotics, etc, etc. At least I know why I'm sick. I have all the symptoms but the test wasn't conclusive, so they are treating me while they grow a culture just to be safe. I did this all the local Baptist Urgent Care Centre: it was actually a good experience! Treated like a person, everyone friendly, explained everything. I'm not used to that. They get an A+ for everything except for some obscure reason they won't fax a prescription in to the pharmacy which means you have to wait and wait and wait.
I prefer no gifts. I like giving gifts, but not so much receiving them. I've instituted, unilaterally, among my family a two gift policy. This way they know they're not getting more and it doesn't become a contest. It's just silly, especially in this economy. Most of my relatives are thrilled, some not so much. I guess they mistake me for someone who gives a damn. Many of my friends and I have agreed to forgo future gifts, which is even cooler. I just updated my Amazon wish list for those who are interested -- but please, there is no obligation.
I'm doing holiday cards again this year after swearing I wouldn't. And it sucks because I don't have a good insert this year. Damn. Not going to everyone though. I'm behind schedule this year.
I'm still trying to fly the coop this turkey day, but it doesn't look possible because of complications. On the plus side I may get to see Jose. And his brother Hose B. I love that joke. It's an antique John Charles joke.
I should be hungry but I'm not. Stupid cold. I haven't exercised since last Thursday because I have no energy due to being sick. And today my rear tyre* was low on air -- so the sensor light said. I had to add ten pounds of air. But I can't find a puncture anywhere so I've decided to eschew a repair unless it happens again. Maybe someone decided to let a lot of air out for fun? Still, nothing like paying 50 cents for air and getting greasy in 51 degree windy weather when you're sick. How did YOUR day start?
I spoke with Rob about our long delayed (11-2006) collabarotive project, and it will continue to be long delayed. It sucks as I was kinda' looking forward to it. But a two person project needs two people.
Oh and my neck is hurting again. But I won't go to the chiro until I'm over the cold.
* That is spelt correctly. Shut up.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Catching Up Is Hard To Do
First, I've got a cold so I am cranky as hell.
Today (Saturday) I saw Cirque Du Soliel's Corteo with Maury, who flew in just for this. She's back out tomorrow. Not one of my favourites in the Cirque pantheon. So-so music and some great bits interspersed with average bits. The parking lot exit was worse than normal -- you figure after all these years of shows at Bicentennial Park, they'd figure it out. The people behind us were very irritating and wouldn't stop yabbering in Italian.
Friday the Panthers lost to the Red Wings, but on the plus side we did run out to the cancer deck* and watched the shuttle take off. I can't wait. Evan said he'll post a video soon because he drove up. It's amazing how clearly we could see it even though were 300+ miles away. It was just perfect. Oh, and I took all my hurricane food (the dreaded Chef Boy-ar-dee) and donated it to the food drive before the game.
On Thursday we saw TSO (TransSiberian Orchestra) -- the third time running I've seen the same exact show. Or more accurately the first half is the same, and the second half is different. I wish they'd do something about it. We got a different touring company than usual, and they weren't quite as good. I still enjoyed it, but did bail about 10 minutes before the end because I was feeling especially bad. As is their custom Lizzie and Shane slept through most of it. I do enjoy doing this with the Berner Clan though. I get to be a little part of their family for the evening.
I picked up my dry cleaning this morning (all the stuff from Vegas) and the brand new expensive Lacoste shirt I had to buy for my meeting with Department of Homeland Security has gone missing. I have the receipt and Monday I will have to pick a fight with them, I suppose.
I've not exercised in several days because I feel like shit. Not breathing will do that to you. I'm going to bed now.
The promised news will be coming soon. And to the people who are worried: I'm not killing myself, not planning on killing anyone, or any other major disaster so stop panicking. Not all change is bad, but sometimes is necessary.
* smoking area
Today (Saturday) I saw Cirque Du Soliel's Corteo with Maury, who flew in just for this. She's back out tomorrow. Not one of my favourites in the Cirque pantheon. So-so music and some great bits interspersed with average bits. The parking lot exit was worse than normal -- you figure after all these years of shows at Bicentennial Park, they'd figure it out. The people behind us were very irritating and wouldn't stop yabbering in Italian.
Friday the Panthers lost to the Red Wings, but on the plus side we did run out to the cancer deck* and watched the shuttle take off. I can't wait. Evan said he'll post a video soon because he drove up. It's amazing how clearly we could see it even though were 300+ miles away. It was just perfect. Oh, and I took all my hurricane food (the dreaded Chef Boy-ar-dee) and donated it to the food drive before the game.
On Thursday we saw TSO (TransSiberian Orchestra) -- the third time running I've seen the same exact show. Or more accurately the first half is the same, and the second half is different. I wish they'd do something about it. We got a different touring company than usual, and they weren't quite as good. I still enjoyed it, but did bail about 10 minutes before the end because I was feeling especially bad. As is their custom Lizzie and Shane slept through most of it. I do enjoy doing this with the Berner Clan though. I get to be a little part of their family for the evening.
I picked up my dry cleaning this morning (all the stuff from Vegas) and the brand new expensive Lacoste shirt I had to buy for my meeting with Department of Homeland Security has gone missing. I have the receipt and Monday I will have to pick a fight with them, I suppose.
I've not exercised in several days because I feel like shit. Not breathing will do that to you. I'm going to bed now.
The promised news will be coming soon. And to the people who are worried: I'm not killing myself, not planning on killing anyone, or any other major disaster so stop panicking. Not all change is bad, but sometimes is necessary.
* smoking area
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
A Special Thank You
To Jose for putting up with me and for offering sound advice even if I don't want to hear it.
Today, I wore my Obama button to work. As a principal of the company I work for, it's not appropriate for me to express political opinions, wear political buttons, and that sort of thing. Now that it's over I can rub it in everyone's face. My work force is VERY republican. How sad.
And I want to mention to those of you who are into the Florida Panthers (NHL) that Murphy's blog over there is most excellent. As a pilot, he travels all over the country so he sees lots of games in opposing arenas. He writes some great stuff. (And his wife is hot.)
Today, I wore my Obama button to work. As a principal of the company I work for, it's not appropriate for me to express political opinions, wear political buttons, and that sort of thing. Now that it's over I can rub it in everyone's face. My work force is VERY republican. How sad.
And I want to mention to those of you who are into the Florida Panthers (NHL) that Murphy's blog over there is most excellent. As a pilot, he travels all over the country so he sees lots of games in opposing arenas. He writes some great stuff. (And his wife is hot.)
Monday, November 10, 2008
More Election Thoughts and Detailed Analysis
In my previous post, I said and now, we boldly go into a new future for America, Americans, and the World. I want to throw lots of stats out to show you what the world things. I have mentioned before that I subscribe to The Economist, a decidedly stodgy old conservative British publication. They opened a poll for their readers around the planet to vote on who they would vote for IF they could. The poll is here. Go look at the map. The entire planet except four countries* is blue (among those casting enough votes to count). 9115 to 213 were the electoral college votes assigned from 53,000 votes. In 56 countries, Mr. Obama's margin of victory was at least 90% of the vote.
I want to go over some statistics (7 pages from CNN) about this election here in the USA as well. These aren't hypothetical. These are factual from our election. The racial divide is obvious, so I'll just skip that. Blacks were overwhelmingly for Obama. Whites were close to split. Gender was a bigger spread with Women evenly split and Men leaning slightly towards McCain. (We'll get to the brainpower behind them later). What many found interesting was that Hispanics were overwhelmingly in the Obama camp. I define overwhelming as 60% or more. In terms of age groups, they start at the youngest as heavily Obama and as it moved towards the older, it became more towards Obama but only the over 65 set was fully in support of McCain. Older people are more change adverse, more closed minded, and more influenced by stereotypes. This is to be expected, though certainly not applauded.
What was surprising to everyone was the vote by income. The poor clearly went democratic and that was a surprise to nobody. The middle class was evenly split. What shocked everyone is the very wealthiest -- those making over $200,000 a year -- the ones who should never vote democratic in order to preserve their wealth -- voted Obama by a solid margin. That proves that the uber-rich actually voted not in their self-interest, but with those of the country.
Not surprising is the race/education split. Those who are white and are not educated were very strongly in the McCain camp whilst those who are educated were in the Obama camp. This says a great deal about the Quality of his voters. Draw your own conclusions. Liberals and Moderates voted overwhelmingly for Obama. But Only 78% of conservatives voted for McCain proving he wasn't the right candidate.
The Republicans have to learn to stop pandering to the Right-Wing Zealots. Those embarassing excuses for humans are not enough to win/lose an election. If McCain would have been himself and ignored them, he'd have fared NO WORSE in the election. Maybe he'd have done better if he wasn't like a flag in the wind: always changing direction. Voter feelings were an issue too. If McCain were elected 53% of the country was concerned or scared. You can't even be elected with that number.
The religious vote was pretty cool. Only protestants voted for McCain. All other religions were predominantly in the Obama camp including Catholics. And if you break it down by actual chruch attendance instead of simple identification the results are almost laughable. Even the Evangelical vote wasn't good for McCain. He lost 24% of that, too. Yeah, Evangelicals for Obama. Really.
The marital status divide wasn't significant so I'm going to skip that. However gun owners where overwhelmingly for McCain. That's not a surprise but at least he did solidly win one category. I'm not sure he should be proud of that. While military members were for McCain, 54% is not a huge margin. And if you are so concerned about Obama being a "star" the polls also show that Clinton would have beat McCain too. He wasn't going to win this election. The numbers are convincing. I was amused at the fact that nearly a quarter of gay voters were in the McCain camp. Why would you vote for someone who hates you?
In terms of region Urban voters were for Obama, Suburban also for Obama but less convincingly, and only rural voters were for McCain. (So to keep track so far: we have uneducated, racist, evangelical hicks for McCain. I'm kidding, it's not quite like that but it amuses me greatly.)
In the vice presidential sweepstakes 66% of the people thought Biden was qualified to be President if necessary. Palin? 38%. That had to hurt McCain. Palin was offensive to many people. It cost him votes, hurt his credibility. She's so far right it makes Bush look liberal. I also think she's a moldy (insert word that rhymes with punt), but that's my opinion.
Where Obama was hurt was experience. He needs to address that by surrounding himself with the best and brightest. Confidence in his experience level was split almost 50/50 and that can't be good. McCain clobbered him in this area, and rightfully so I will admit. And as to whether the candidates were "in touch with people like you" -- Obama won that by mind-altering proportions. Though I don't believe any politician is in touch with someone like me. Seriously.
Those negative TV ads really did a number on McCain too. Only 49% of the people thought Obama's ads were unfair but 64% of people though McCain's were unfair. That's nothing to be proud of. And, as Bill Clinton reminded us, and the voters clearly remember: it's the economy, stupid. The numbers are huge. And that's probably what did it. I think many people who normally wouldn't vote for a Democrat, a Black, a Liberal finally said "I'm mad as Hell, and am not going to take it anymore"** and collectively sent a big "fuck you" to the Republican party. The bailout, for the record, is overwhelmingly opposed by the entire country. The war in Iraq is overwhelmingly disliked. And 75% of our population thinks the country is on the wrong track and that is a repudiation of the the Bush administration, and a well-deserved one too. Sadly 9% of the people voting admitted that "race was a factor" -- how many people didn't admit it. Yet Obama won in spite of that.
The vote wasn't close -- a 7 million vote spread in the popular vote tells you, it is time for a change. Everyone has figured it out, and many of the McCain supporters are gracious about it, much like he was. But not everyone. Over at my message boards, there is at least one person who just doesn't get it. And he's the sort of person that has put America in the straits it is in. Some people continue to vote for self-interest over interest of the country as a whole. The president is by the people and for the people. The president is not for YOU. The president is for US. These are the people who claim to be patriots, but they are the worst our country has to offer. I don't really want to pick on this person, but besides the few people still posting I've received a few notes from my Republican friends asking "what is wrong with him" and I just can't answer. Myopic tunnel-vision, I suppose.
Life will go on. America is a new country. A shining beacon for the world, once again. The president of France has announced an initiative to change his country because they thought what we did was amazing. And people around the world danced in the streets over OUR election. That ought tell you something. When was the last time that happened? Oh, right. Never.
You experienced history in the making.
* Iraq, Cuba, Congo, and Algeria went with McCain. I would assume the first two are because of a high us military presence with Internet access. But even those four the margin was NOT substantial.
** Howard Beale (Network, Peter Finch, a classic)
I want to go over some statistics (7 pages from CNN) about this election here in the USA as well. These aren't hypothetical. These are factual from our election. The racial divide is obvious, so I'll just skip that. Blacks were overwhelmingly for Obama. Whites were close to split. Gender was a bigger spread with Women evenly split and Men leaning slightly towards McCain. (We'll get to the brainpower behind them later). What many found interesting was that Hispanics were overwhelmingly in the Obama camp. I define overwhelming as 60% or more. In terms of age groups, they start at the youngest as heavily Obama and as it moved towards the older, it became more towards Obama but only the over 65 set was fully in support of McCain. Older people are more change adverse, more closed minded, and more influenced by stereotypes. This is to be expected, though certainly not applauded.
What was surprising to everyone was the vote by income. The poor clearly went democratic and that was a surprise to nobody. The middle class was evenly split. What shocked everyone is the very wealthiest -- those making over $200,000 a year -- the ones who should never vote democratic in order to preserve their wealth -- voted Obama by a solid margin. That proves that the uber-rich actually voted not in their self-interest, but with those of the country.
Not surprising is the race/education split. Those who are white and are not educated were very strongly in the McCain camp whilst those who are educated were in the Obama camp. This says a great deal about the Quality of his voters. Draw your own conclusions. Liberals and Moderates voted overwhelmingly for Obama. But Only 78% of conservatives voted for McCain proving he wasn't the right candidate.
The Republicans have to learn to stop pandering to the Right-Wing Zealots. Those embarassing excuses for humans are not enough to win/lose an election. If McCain would have been himself and ignored them, he'd have fared NO WORSE in the election. Maybe he'd have done better if he wasn't like a flag in the wind: always changing direction. Voter feelings were an issue too. If McCain were elected 53% of the country was concerned or scared. You can't even be elected with that number.
The religious vote was pretty cool. Only protestants voted for McCain. All other religions were predominantly in the Obama camp including Catholics. And if you break it down by actual chruch attendance instead of simple identification the results are almost laughable. Even the Evangelical vote wasn't good for McCain. He lost 24% of that, too. Yeah, Evangelicals for Obama. Really.
The marital status divide wasn't significant so I'm going to skip that. However gun owners where overwhelmingly for McCain. That's not a surprise but at least he did solidly win one category. I'm not sure he should be proud of that. While military members were for McCain, 54% is not a huge margin. And if you are so concerned about Obama being a "star" the polls also show that Clinton would have beat McCain too. He wasn't going to win this election. The numbers are convincing. I was amused at the fact that nearly a quarter of gay voters were in the McCain camp. Why would you vote for someone who hates you?
In terms of region Urban voters were for Obama, Suburban also for Obama but less convincingly, and only rural voters were for McCain. (So to keep track so far: we have uneducated, racist, evangelical hicks for McCain. I'm kidding, it's not quite like that but it amuses me greatly.)
In the vice presidential sweepstakes 66% of the people thought Biden was qualified to be President if necessary. Palin? 38%. That had to hurt McCain. Palin was offensive to many people. It cost him votes, hurt his credibility. She's so far right it makes Bush look liberal. I also think she's a moldy (insert word that rhymes with punt), but that's my opinion.
Where Obama was hurt was experience. He needs to address that by surrounding himself with the best and brightest. Confidence in his experience level was split almost 50/50 and that can't be good. McCain clobbered him in this area, and rightfully so I will admit. And as to whether the candidates were "in touch with people like you" -- Obama won that by mind-altering proportions. Though I don't believe any politician is in touch with someone like me. Seriously.
Those negative TV ads really did a number on McCain too. Only 49% of the people thought Obama's ads were unfair but 64% of people though McCain's were unfair. That's nothing to be proud of. And, as Bill Clinton reminded us, and the voters clearly remember: it's the economy, stupid. The numbers are huge. And that's probably what did it. I think many people who normally wouldn't vote for a Democrat, a Black, a Liberal finally said "I'm mad as Hell, and am not going to take it anymore"** and collectively sent a big "fuck you" to the Republican party. The bailout, for the record, is overwhelmingly opposed by the entire country. The war in Iraq is overwhelmingly disliked. And 75% of our population thinks the country is on the wrong track and that is a repudiation of the the Bush administration, and a well-deserved one too. Sadly 9% of the people voting admitted that "race was a factor" -- how many people didn't admit it. Yet Obama won in spite of that.
The vote wasn't close -- a 7 million vote spread in the popular vote tells you, it is time for a change. Everyone has figured it out, and many of the McCain supporters are gracious about it, much like he was. But not everyone. Over at my message boards, there is at least one person who just doesn't get it. And he's the sort of person that has put America in the straits it is in. Some people continue to vote for self-interest over interest of the country as a whole. The president is by the people and for the people. The president is not for YOU. The president is for US. These are the people who claim to be patriots, but they are the worst our country has to offer. I don't really want to pick on this person, but besides the few people still posting I've received a few notes from my Republican friends asking "what is wrong with him" and I just can't answer. Myopic tunnel-vision, I suppose.
Life will go on. America is a new country. A shining beacon for the world, once again. The president of France has announced an initiative to change his country because they thought what we did was amazing. And people around the world danced in the streets over OUR election. That ought tell you something. When was the last time that happened? Oh, right. Never.
You experienced history in the making.
* Iraq, Cuba, Congo, and Algeria went with McCain. I would assume the first two are because of a high us military presence with Internet access. But even those four the margin was NOT substantial.
** Howard Beale (Network, Peter Finch, a classic)
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Naked Emotions
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” – This from the Declaration of Independence. I once used that quote in a story I wrote. I’m using it here. It also pertains.
In a previous blog post, I mentioned I could pack up and leave and it wouldn’t be a big deal because almost nobody would notice and even fewer would care. In the 9 November 2008 PostSecret (a great blog if you don’t read it), there was a postcard that said: “… I wanted to move somewhere where nobody knew who I was …. Then I did, and realized it didn’t make everything magically better.” So I got to thinking. That post card is absolutely right. Everything would not be magically better. Obviously. But it wouldn’t be any worse. There’s still nothing stopping me right at the moment, except finances. So the bottom line there is it is coming, will come, will happen. There’s only one thing that might stop it, but more on that later.
And after thinking it through, I have discarded the idea of a tattoo, though there is still some small visceral appeal to it. It does seem too “mid-life crisis” to me. Maybe in a year or two if it still amuses me, I’ll do it. Not now. And no earrings either. This past week a friend and his wife tried to get me to do that. It’s just not me at all. I did get a pinky ring. I wore one for many years, and stopped about six or eight years ago. I decided to try again.
Also there is a big announcement coming. One that is long overdue, I suppose. I’m not happy about it, of course, but life is what it is. Sometimes you have to do bad things as well as good things. I have to wait until it’s confirmed and then I may share it. Or maybe not.
Anyway, all this stuff had me thinking. And yes, I know, I think too much. So lets go back to the first quote I opened with. Hold on to that, because it’s important. “The ways of the Lord are impossible to understand and always ugly.” At least that’s what one of my editors of the aforementioned story said to me in a recent discussion. I concur. The Lord is a very mean person because if he exists, he's not been kind to me.
There are lots of things in life I want, and I've come to realize that I'm not getting them. None of them really matter to me now except one, though. In life, everybody wants lots of things, and you can’t have them all.
Sometimes, something happens in your life. Something that changes everything. It doesn’t matter if you want that change or not. It comes. In this case, I didn’t want it, didn’t expect it, but am happy it came. But this one thing, it’s a Big Thing. It’s a secret that I’ve not shared with anyone. Nor will I. I'm willing to give up everything I have to get this one thing.
I'm trying to figure out how to make that happen. I'm quite literally willing to give up everything if I can make this happen. But the bitch is in the details. I'm trying to figure it out. I will. One day. Or die trying. It's a need and it's been consuming me these past four weeks. I'm trying to banish it from my head, but I can't. I don't sleep, just sit in bed and think. I’m the walking dead and it’s all I think about: and I don’t mean this in a bad way. It is quite the mental trial.
What’s caused this vexation? Well I’ve realized that out of Life, Liberty, and Happiness, I get to pick one and one only. Once I pick it, the rest follow or not based on the choices I am about to make. That leaves me with one choice. Actually, there isn’t a choice. I’m going to go for Happiness, even if it’s a short burst of it. The die is cast and it’s only a matter of figuring out how to make it work. I figure just about three years maximum, but I do hope it doesn’t take that long.
From a mental standpoint, I think I am a mess. Happily, I do have a very small group of friends I can discuss this with. I think I’ve mentioned that before. I’ve had half the discussion already with one person. I just gotta’ screw up the courage for the other half. There are two halves: the disastrous half and the apocalyptic half. Hey, if you’re gonna’ do something, do it right.
I'd be a little more direct but there are people reading this blog who I'd rather didn't so I must be careful how I say things. Sometimes popularity isn't always good.
In a previous blog post, I mentioned I could pack up and leave and it wouldn’t be a big deal because almost nobody would notice and even fewer would care. In the 9 November 2008 PostSecret (a great blog if you don’t read it), there was a postcard that said: “… I wanted to move somewhere where nobody knew who I was …. Then I did, and realized it didn’t make everything magically better.” So I got to thinking. That post card is absolutely right. Everything would not be magically better. Obviously. But it wouldn’t be any worse. There’s still nothing stopping me right at the moment, except finances. So the bottom line there is it is coming, will come, will happen. There’s only one thing that might stop it, but more on that later.
And after thinking it through, I have discarded the idea of a tattoo, though there is still some small visceral appeal to it. It does seem too “mid-life crisis” to me. Maybe in a year or two if it still amuses me, I’ll do it. Not now. And no earrings either. This past week a friend and his wife tried to get me to do that. It’s just not me at all. I did get a pinky ring. I wore one for many years, and stopped about six or eight years ago. I decided to try again.
Also there is a big announcement coming. One that is long overdue, I suppose. I’m not happy about it, of course, but life is what it is. Sometimes you have to do bad things as well as good things. I have to wait until it’s confirmed and then I may share it. Or maybe not.
Anyway, all this stuff had me thinking. And yes, I know, I think too much. So lets go back to the first quote I opened with. Hold on to that, because it’s important. “The ways of the Lord are impossible to understand and always ugly.” At least that’s what one of my editors of the aforementioned story said to me in a recent discussion. I concur. The Lord is a very mean person because if he exists, he's not been kind to me.
There are lots of things in life I want, and I've come to realize that I'm not getting them. None of them really matter to me now except one, though. In life, everybody wants lots of things, and you can’t have them all.
Sometimes, something happens in your life. Something that changes everything. It doesn’t matter if you want that change or not. It comes. In this case, I didn’t want it, didn’t expect it, but am happy it came. But this one thing, it’s a Big Thing. It’s a secret that I’ve not shared with anyone. Nor will I. I'm willing to give up everything I have to get this one thing.
I'm trying to figure out how to make that happen. I'm quite literally willing to give up everything if I can make this happen. But the bitch is in the details. I'm trying to figure it out. I will. One day. Or die trying. It's a need and it's been consuming me these past four weeks. I'm trying to banish it from my head, but I can't. I don't sleep, just sit in bed and think. I’m the walking dead and it’s all I think about: and I don’t mean this in a bad way. It is quite the mental trial.
What’s caused this vexation? Well I’ve realized that out of Life, Liberty, and Happiness, I get to pick one and one only. Once I pick it, the rest follow or not based on the choices I am about to make. That leaves me with one choice. Actually, there isn’t a choice. I’m going to go for Happiness, even if it’s a short burst of it. The die is cast and it’s only a matter of figuring out how to make it work. I figure just about three years maximum, but I do hope it doesn’t take that long.
From a mental standpoint, I think I am a mess. Happily, I do have a very small group of friends I can discuss this with. I think I’ve mentioned that before. I’ve had half the discussion already with one person. I just gotta’ screw up the courage for the other half. There are two halves: the disastrous half and the apocalyptic half. Hey, if you’re gonna’ do something, do it right.
I'd be a little more direct but there are people reading this blog who I'd rather didn't so I must be careful how I say things. Sometimes popularity isn't always good.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Another Pair of Book Reviews (Graveyard Book and Things Not Seen)
I have just finished two more books. Flights home from Vegas will do that to you.
I read Neil Gaiman's new "The Graveyard Book" -- and it was fantastic. Really, really good. It's a nice little young adult fantasy novel involving a real boy who lives in a graveyard. There's nothing specific I liked about the book but it's well done and you just become involved as you read it. It's a quick read and is relatively short. But it's got some really interesting premises going on. I think you guys will like this one.
The other was "Things Not Seen" by Andrew Clements. This one's not my typical book because it's just plain ol' fiction. Not fantasy or sci-fi. It's a boy meets girl tale starring a 15 year old kid who happens to turn invisible and a girl who happens to be blind. You'll find yourself smiling through the entire thing. Nothing heady or complex but just a good book. There are some parts you'll wonder why the hero isn't a typical horny kid, but I don't suppose it matters. I can't give the spoiler, but you'll see.
Nation. Wow. (See review a few days ago). Really read that book.
I am cranky and jet lagged. Scooter doesn't appear well and I am concerned. I'll wait until tomorrow to see if it's just a quick thing or she needs to go the vet.
I read Neil Gaiman's new "The Graveyard Book" -- and it was fantastic. Really, really good. It's a nice little young adult fantasy novel involving a real boy who lives in a graveyard. There's nothing specific I liked about the book but it's well done and you just become involved as you read it. It's a quick read and is relatively short. But it's got some really interesting premises going on. I think you guys will like this one.
The other was "Things Not Seen" by Andrew Clements. This one's not my typical book because it's just plain ol' fiction. Not fantasy or sci-fi. It's a boy meets girl tale starring a 15 year old kid who happens to turn invisible and a girl who happens to be blind. You'll find yourself smiling through the entire thing. Nothing heady or complex but just a good book. There are some parts you'll wonder why the hero isn't a typical horny kid, but I don't suppose it matters. I can't give the spoiler, but you'll see.
Nation. Wow. (See review a few days ago). Really read that book.
I am cranky and jet lagged. Scooter doesn't appear well and I am concerned. I'll wait until tomorrow to see if it's just a quick thing or she needs to go the vet.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Barack Obama: President Elect. Congratulations!
Congratulations to President-Elect Barack Obama for winning a decisive, historic victory. The electoral college will show a huge win. The popular vote will show otherwise -- it's pretty close like the last two elections. Less than 10% is still close, but it is a mandate by the people and a sign that it's time for change.
And while McCain's concession speech was very nice and gentlemanly, his audience seems to be rather uncouth as they are not bright enough as a group to follow their leader and be graceful. Obama's speech was not quite as good as McCain's but Obama seems presidential. McCain's speech was very presidential and maybe if he showed that he might have had a better chance. But Palin cost him the election.
America proved it has come a long way. As a whole the majority of us picked the right candidate. It wasn't divided by region. It was a collective vote by all the people realizing we need to change the course of this country. Our freedoms have been compromised, our ideals sold out, and now, maybe, we can fix it.
And now, we boldly go into a new future for America, Americans, and the World.
PS: Palin can now go get her daughter an abortion. Good riddance to Palin.
And while McCain's concession speech was very nice and gentlemanly, his audience seems to be rather uncouth as they are not bright enough as a group to follow their leader and be graceful. Obama's speech was not quite as good as McCain's but Obama seems presidential. McCain's speech was very presidential and maybe if he showed that he might have had a better chance. But Palin cost him the election.
America proved it has come a long way. As a whole the majority of us picked the right candidate. It wasn't divided by region. It was a collective vote by all the people realizing we need to change the course of this country. Our freedoms have been compromised, our ideals sold out, and now, maybe, we can fix it.
And now, we boldly go into a new future for America, Americans, and the World.
PS: Palin can now go get her daughter an abortion. Good riddance to Palin.
Elton John's Red Piano: The Review
Red Piano. Yay. I've wanted to see Elton's Red Piano show since it opened but Elton never checked his schedule with mine and every chance I ever had to be in Vegas, Elton was elsewhere. I usually missed him by just a few days. Finally, courtesy of Greg and Gaby, we had tickets for the show last night. The seats were okay from a distance issue but not so much from an angle perspective.
So the set list was fantastic.
The set itself had nots of neon which comes on and off including some more adult themed stuff including a sign that says "Cocktail" where only on syllable is illuminated at a time. There are also the large inflatable advertising type ballons. There are legs, boobies (the biggest pair of boobies that you've ever seen which, later in the show, lactate over the audience), and bananas and cherries in a very suggestive layout.
There are signs warning concertgoers that this is an adult show that includes full frontal nudity. There is an enormous video screen -- even by Vegas standards. There are all sorts of random images and some of them include lots of naked ladies, though it's pretty artistic and I can't imagine anyone actually being offended by it. Some of it is, though, decidedly weird. Then again, it IS Elton....
There were also clips from various videos including the famous one of Justin Timberlake as Elton John. It also features Pamela Anderson, Pee-Wee Herman, That was filmed for "This Train Don't Stop Here" but it was sent to a different song.
Elton talks to the audience and seems to be having fun. Most of the show is light on bass and heavy on treble until the encore bit at the end where it reverses. Elton's voice is good but not great but maybe it was an off night. But he threw himself into it and it was just a really enjoyable phone.
I have decided, for now, not to get the tattoo I previously mentioned. Or more accurately to wait until next summer. If I still want it then, I'll get it. I figure since it's a permanent decision I ought to make sure it's just not some sort of mid-life crisis.
I am watching election returns on CNN as I sit here typing. Or videos of bazillion of people in line really. VOTE FOR OBAMA!
So the set list was fantastic.
- Bennie And The Jets
- Philadelphia Freedom
- Believe
- Daniel
- Rocket Man
- I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues
- Tiny Dancer
- Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me
- I Want Love
- Candle In The Wind
- Pinball Wizard
- The Bitch Is Back
- I'm Still Standing
- Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)
- Your Song
The set itself had nots of neon which comes on and off including some more adult themed stuff including a sign that says "Cocktail" where only on syllable is illuminated at a time. There are also the large inflatable advertising type ballons. There are legs, boobies (the biggest pair of boobies that you've ever seen which, later in the show, lactate over the audience), and bananas and cherries in a very suggestive layout.
There are signs warning concertgoers that this is an adult show that includes full frontal nudity. There is an enormous video screen -- even by Vegas standards. There are all sorts of random images and some of them include lots of naked ladies, though it's pretty artistic and I can't imagine anyone actually being offended by it. Some of it is, though, decidedly weird. Then again, it IS Elton....
There were also clips from various videos including the famous one of Justin Timberlake as Elton John. It also features Pamela Anderson, Pee-Wee Herman, That was filmed for "This Train Don't Stop Here" but it was sent to a different song.
Elton talks to the audience and seems to be having fun. Most of the show is light on bass and heavy on treble until the encore bit at the end where it reverses. Elton's voice is good but not great but maybe it was an off night. But he threw himself into it and it was just a really enjoyable phone.
I have decided, for now, not to get the tattoo I previously mentioned. Or more accurately to wait until next summer. If I still want it then, I'll get it. I figure since it's a permanent decision I ought to make sure it's just not some sort of mid-life crisis.
I am watching election returns on CNN as I sit here typing. Or videos of bazillion of people in line really. VOTE FOR OBAMA!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
The Murphy Post: It's all His Fault (plus Nation Book Review)
First, my original flight was cancelled months ago, so I was re-booked on the afternoon flight. I e-mailed the legendary media-whore and American Airlines pilot VanMurph and told him he should arrange to fly my flight. It's too bad he didn't because I had a surprise for him. I had a copy of the article from US News and World Report with his photo in it. I was going to commandeer the flight PA system and embarass him. "Hi, I'm a friend of Captain Murph and I have something to share with the passengers on this flight." I had it all worked out except he didn't show :(
Anyway, we had a gate change because the flight to Port-Au-Prince was still at the gate. We go to the new gate and leave almost on time. Yay. We get to Vegas a little late and are mid-landing when the pilot veers out over the strip. Aborted landing due to "traffic spacing" -- I've been in a few of these and this was relatively minor, though he didn't bother to explain until he finished the maneuver, leaving most of the passengers confused.
He landed the plane. And I use the term "landed" loosely. Apparently he forgot that you touch down the rear wheels, then the nose. He decided that it's okay to go full throttle and all four wheels to the pavement at the same time. Joy.
I wait for my luggage and wait and wait and wait. It never shows. I go to bag services. Everyone who checked in at MIA in the elite line was missing luggage. The lady there was rude, and uncaring. We asked her to call MIA to see if they had the bags or not. She said she couldn't. Apparently the phone was too complex. She really pissed off the guy in front of me. I asked her questions about my luggage like what "AFM" meant which is what she said the computer said. She said she didn't know. I finally left and called AA bag services from the hotel. They were nicer but couldn't even tell me if my bags were on the next flight. They said they'd reimburse me for some underwear and such. So I went shopping. Lovely first day in Vegas,
My bags were here this morning. Yay.
Lastly, I read the new Terry Pratchett novel, Nation and it's amazing. You want this book. It's not quite like anything he's every written. I just got absorbed into it straight away and through the end. I'm giving this 9 out of 10. If I hadn't read the epilogue, I'd have given it a 10 of 10. It's the story of Mau (an island boy) and Daphne (a girl of class) who come to meet and the story of their journey to adulthood sort of. It's a kids book but it isn't a kid's book. Wow. No wonder I love his stuff. This is his best book. Ever.
And as an added side bonus, someone was online this morning when I was using my laptop and that made my day a WHOLE lot better.
I gotta go to my seminar with the Department of Homeland Security now. Peace out, readers :)
Anyway, we had a gate change because the flight to Port-Au-Prince was still at the gate. We go to the new gate and leave almost on time. Yay. We get to Vegas a little late and are mid-landing when the pilot veers out over the strip. Aborted landing due to "traffic spacing" -- I've been in a few of these and this was relatively minor, though he didn't bother to explain until he finished the maneuver, leaving most of the passengers confused.
He landed the plane. And I use the term "landed" loosely. Apparently he forgot that you touch down the rear wheels, then the nose. He decided that it's okay to go full throttle and all four wheels to the pavement at the same time. Joy.
I wait for my luggage and wait and wait and wait. It never shows. I go to bag services. Everyone who checked in at MIA in the elite line was missing luggage. The lady there was rude, and uncaring. We asked her to call MIA to see if they had the bags or not. She said she couldn't. Apparently the phone was too complex. She really pissed off the guy in front of me. I asked her questions about my luggage like what "AFM" meant which is what she said the computer said. She said she didn't know. I finally left and called AA bag services from the hotel. They were nicer but couldn't even tell me if my bags were on the next flight. They said they'd reimburse me for some underwear and such. So I went shopping. Lovely first day in Vegas,
My bags were here this morning. Yay.
Lastly, I read the new Terry Pratchett novel, Nation and it's amazing. You want this book. It's not quite like anything he's every written. I just got absorbed into it straight away and through the end. I'm giving this 9 out of 10. If I hadn't read the epilogue, I'd have given it a 10 of 10. It's the story of Mau (an island boy) and Daphne (a girl of class) who come to meet and the story of their journey to adulthood sort of. It's a kids book but it isn't a kid's book. Wow. No wonder I love his stuff. This is his best book. Ever.
And as an added side bonus, someone was online this morning when I was using my laptop and that made my day a WHOLE lot better.
I gotta go to my seminar with the Department of Homeland Security now. Peace out, readers :)
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