Category: 40yrs

I Gotta Cut Down on the Coffee

I was at work, and I was looking at a hinged plastic (Pelican type) case with some custom padding in it.

We are putting custom padding in the case so that we can ship equipment to the customer.  (No more details)

I was trying to figure out why it was harder to closer than the earlier ones did, so I was loading the equipment , and then trying to load it without the equipment.

Eventually, I determined that there was not something interfering with the equipment, which might crush some delicate electronics, but that the hinge was a bit different, but that’s not a problem, because it does not clamp the equipment any more tightly.

I was using a sheet of paper as a sort of a feeler gauge in order to figure out where the interference was, and a co-worker walked up behind me and said something to the effect of, “Everything OK with the case?”

I yelped loudly, and jumped about 6 inches in the air, which stunned the hell out of both of us, and then we both started laughing, as I said, “Too much coffee.”

I think I might have been hyper-focusing a bit,

Who Knew that I Would Be the Proprietor of a Cat House?

No, I don’t mean a house of prostitution, I mean a house for cats.

You may recall that I have a bit of a cat infestation.

We have still been unable to figure out how the cat is getting in, so I’m attempting to provide an alternative place to escape the weather.

The first floor overhangs the basement by about 2 feet, so I’ve used some plywood to make a shelter, where we can set out food, and the feral cats in the neighborhood can shelter there.

Hopefully RP, the cat that has found a way to break into our house, will find this a suitable alternative, and stay the F%$# out of my house.

(on edit)

I added a picture of the little cat shelter. It’s not painted, but the cats don’t care.

Also, as to the folks that would argue that my making a cat-house would be giving into terrorists, all I can say is, “Welcome to life with cats.” It is what it means to love cats.

2¾ Hours………

I did early voting today. The line was huge.

I, or more accurately my evil minion/cameraman/son Charlie, shot a video until my phone ran out of juice.

I will put this on the most boring Youtube Channel ever as soon as I finish editing it.

I wrote in Jon Stewart. (I am so glad that I live in Maryland)

Now I Know How HP Employees Felt When Fiorina was Fired

Because George Lucas has sold LucasFilm and the Star Wars Franchise, meaning that he will no longer be able f%$# it up. (Ewoks, and the Star Wars Holiday Special, Jar Jar Binks, and midi-chlorians, anyone?)

Unfortunately, I also feel how HP employees felt when Meg F%$#ing Whitman was hired as CEO:

In the rare bit of news that could blow Hurricane Sandy off the map, Disney announced today that it had purchased Lucasfilm for $4.05 billion—and announced that the company will debut Star War Episode VII in 2015. “It’s now time for me to pass Star Wars on to a new generation of filmmakers,” George Lucas said in the official announcement of the transaction, in what is a substantial understatement, given the creative quality of the prequels. “I’ve always believed that Star Wars could live beyond me, and I thought it was important to set up the transition during my lifetime.”

Disney?  The f%$#ing mouse?

He f%$#ing sold f%$#ing Star Wars to the f%$#ing mouse?

Grrr………

How About Some Vacation Pix

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Crater Lake Pix

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The Ashland Shakespeare Festival’s Elizabethan Stage

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We went to Ashland, Oregon for my step-mom’s birthday, and sampled their Shakespeare festival and on the way back, we took a detour to Crater Lake.

A good time was had by all.

Here are my vacation pix.

There is a fair amount of duplication for Crater lake, I used continuous mode in an attempt to get panoramic shots that I could stitch together.

The photos really do not do justice to the beauty of Crater lake.

Great, I Just Got Caught Up in the Patriot Act

I was getting some medicine containing some Pseudoephedrine HCL, and because of a glitch with a card swipe, their computer had me getting it, so I could not get another dose for 24 hours.

You wee, when the Patriot Act was reauthorized in 2006, it included legislation that made it tougher to buy Sudafed than it is to buy Plutonium.

After an hour of trying to fix the computer glitch, I left without the decongestant (Zyrtec® D).

F%$# the Patriot Act, and F%$# every F%$#ing member of Congress who F%$#ing voted for this F%$#ing piece of Sh%$ legislation, either the original, or the renewal.

My Hero of the Day

I got nothing to add but, “hurray!”

Iranian Woman Beats the Crap Out of Cleric for Telling Her to Cover Up

A cleric in Iran went crying to the country’s state-run Mehr News Agency after a run-in with a woman who responded to his repeated requests to cover up by kicking the crap out of him.

While walking to a mosque in the northern city of Shahmirzad, Hojatoleslam Ali Beheshti says he encountered a “badly covered” woman, and proceeded to “politely” order her to correct her outfit.

“You, cover your eyes,” the woman reportedly responded. He then told her again to cover up, at which point she decided she’d had enough.

“Not only didn’t she cover herself up, but she also insulted me,” the cleric told Mehr. “I asked her not to insult me anymore, but she started shouting and threatening me. She pushed me and I fell to the ground on my back. From that point on, I don’t know what happened. I was just feeling the kicks of the woman who was beating me up and insulting me.

Where I Was Yesterday

I was kind of out of it after Saturday’s Trial by Fire, which I put down to rushing, the high humidity, and the fact that I did not eat until 6pm.

It turned out to be a bit more than that.

Yesterday evening, my forearms and calves began to hurt, and I was feeling too crappy to post.

When juxtaposed with the sore throat and cough that I’ve had for the past 2 weeks, had me worried about something like meningitis.

Even though I have a doctor’s appointment later this week, I went to the local clinic at my wife’s insistence.

The doctor saw me, and prescribed antibiotics for my sore throat, a short series of corticosteroids, and a cough medicine.

He also told me to lay off both the statin and the niacin that I am taking, as muscle pain of this sort is a not uncommon side effect for both drugs.

After picking the prescription, and taking all the pills, I sacked out for 4 hours.

When I woke up, I felt a lot better.  I still have a bit of pain, but I feel normal, and my sore throat is gone (indicating that it was bacterial).

I need to take a fasting blood test tomorrow to check muscle enzyme levels.  (CPK)

So, I appear to be all better, so there will be further bloggy goodness, though with Charlie’s Bar Mitzvah on Saturday, it will be light posting.

Best Trial By Fire Performance Ever

On Saturday, I competed in Trial By Fire, which is a cooking competition, where you compete to cook authentic medieval dishes (650-1650 CE in this case)in 4 categories (Meat, Grain, Vegetable, Dessert) in 4 hours in camping conditions (no electricity, but bottled gas/coleman is OK).

I competed with two dishes, Toad in the Hole (Yorkshire Pudding with sausage in it), and Fried Kubba Kari (rice dumplings stuffed with the same), and I also made a thoroughly not-in-the-historical-period sausage gravy, because I had just cooked 2 lbs of lamb sausage, and because I had always wanted to make some.

Both the Toad in the Hole and the sausage gravy turned out well, though the dumplings did not.  They were made with broken rice, which was thoroughly cooked, but we could not get it to stick together, so it ended up fried rice with sausage.

Note on Recipes:
The following recipes are airy free.  I will replaced milk with almond milk, and butter with rendered chicken fat (schmaltz) so that they were kosher (fleishig) dishes.

Additionally, because of poor planning on my part, I picked up flour in the last minute, and could not find white flour without malted barley flour (Sharon* is allergic to malt and barley), so I used “white wheat” flour, which is not as suitable.

Recipes:

Toad in the Hole:

  • Roll Sausage in olive small balls, and brown in a skillet.
  • Mix with Yorkshire Pudding batter (see below).
  • Place cast iron dutch oven in a fire pit with the lid off. (I used the bottom of my charcoal smoker)
  • Place Dutch oven lid in fire as well.
  • Add ¼ cup of fat. (Drippings from a roast is traditional, you can also use olive oil, I used Schmaltz)
  • When the oil is just screaming hot (shimmering) pour the batter and sausage mixture in the dutch oven, and place the lid on, and pile coals on the lid. (See pic) This serves to create an oven effect on top of a fire.
  • Cook 20-30 minutes until puffy and brown on top.

Yorkshire Pudding Batter

Ingredients:

  • 6 large eggs
  • 1¼ Cup of Milk (I am using Almond Milk)
  • 1¼ Cup of flour
  • Pinch of salt
  • 3 tbsp of sweet butter (I am using Schmaltz)

Preparation:

  • Beat eggs and milk and melted schmaltz together until foamy.
  • Place the dry ingredients in a mixing bowl and make a well in and add the wet ingredients.
  • Beat until completely smooth (it should have the consistency of heavy cream).
  • Let the batter rest for 30-60 minutes before putting in pan for cooking.

Sausage Gravy

Ingredients:

  • 3 tablespoons butter (I am using chicken fat, not butter)
  • ¼ cup all-purpose flour
  • 3 cups whole milk (will be using almond milk)
  • salt and pepper to taste

Preparation:

  • Place sausage in a large, deep skillet.
  • Cook over medium-high heat until evenly brown.
  • Remove sausage with a slotted spoon, leaving the drippings in the pan.
  • Add butter, and stir until melted.
  • Add flour, turn heat to medium and stir until smooth and slightly brown.
  • Add milk slowly, stirring constantly.
  • Add back the crumbled sausage remaining after stuffing the Kubba Kari continuing to stir.
  • When the mixture has thickened, salt and pepper to taste.
  • If gravy becomes too thick, stir in a little more milk.

The sausage recipe I posted on the blog in 2007.

I did not win anything, but this is the first time that I’ve had a recipe actually go from the page to the table as intended at Trial by Fire

I have had things which became successful additions to my culinary repertoire, like my Indian spice rub, but this is the first time that my recipe turned out as initially intended.

There were no fire management issues, the batter came together well.

Considering the fact that I came up with the recipes about a week ahead of time, I got to cooking an hour late, that I didn’t do a trial run, and that this was my first time working with a roux (the sausage gravy), I am pleased with my results.

*Love of my life, light of the cosmos, she who must be obeyed, my wife.

Not Javajo, Not Cherokee, Not Sioux, this is the Jioux

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This is not Indian Jewelry

This may very well be the the most clueless eBay ad ever.

This is not Indian jewelry, though it was probably worn as a “member of the tribe.:

H/t my dad, who sent this via email.

My older physicist brother, rarely at a loss for words had only one, “Gevalt.”

My first reaction was to wonder if it was cast, stamped out of stock, or done by hand.

I Hate My Son*

So, we were driving back from the bookstore, and I ended up mentioningMad Magazine, and he goes, “What’s that?”

So I feel like I’m older than Methuselah, because, after all, what twelve year old doesn’t know about Mad?

So  I explain what it is, and give him a primer on the magazine, and the history of EC Comics, and what it was all about.

As we are parking, he reveals that he is fully cognizant of Mad, and that he’s been pulling my chain.

Sharper than a serpent’s tooth.

I am currently developing an appropriate plan for revenge.

*Not really, but I have to get him back for this.