My daughter’s phone has stopped working.
The display and touch screen are dead, but the rest of the phone, an LG Mach LS 860, still works.
I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get the already MyPhoneExplorer synching software to run with no access to the screen.
Why do I do this sh%$?
Did not do well.
Exhausted.
Nighty night.
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It’s an event/cooking competition put on by our local SCA chapter where the contestants have 4 hours to prepare dishes under camping conditions.
Needless to say, I am currently as busy as a one-legged man at an ass kicking competition, do not much blogging.
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What can I say?
I miss posting about once a year.
I’m still fine, just lazy.
I just got back from picking up my mother in law to the airport.
She visited my sister in law in Memphis over Passover.
Unfortunately, this means that I will have to delay my brilliantly satirical essay about how conservatives are stunned and chagrined to discover that their favorite welfare cheat rancher is a bigot who liked slavery because it kept them in their place.
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Still cleaning frantically for Pesach (Passover).
Schwer zu sein a yid. (It’s hard to be a Jew)
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We are hip deep in the spring cleaning from hell that is prep for Pesach (Passover).
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Yes, the cats are more likely to practice “tough love.”
No more posting tonight.
I just saw the latest Captain America movie, and I am going to sleep.
Review to follow.
I think that I am FINALLY getting over this damn cold.
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Basically 24 hours flat on my back being sick.
This is the first sick day that I have taken since………longer than I can remember.
I have a cold and a fever, and not in a cool Peggy Lee kind of way.
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I am referring, of course, to Malaysia Airlines Flight 370.
I do not know what happened. I cannot separate the wheat from the chaff from the various reports.
So, unlike many blogs, as well as Chris Hayes and Rachel Maddow, I’m going to keep my f%$#ing mouth shut, as opposed to speculating on what happened.
Once there is a report, I may have some thoughts, but right now I admit that I am without a clue on this.
I am referring, of course to Ben Franklin.
Andy Kaufman has nothing on post-death humor.
Specifically, when I blamed Ben Franklin for creating Daylight Saving Time, I neglected to do my research.
It turns out that Ben Franklin’s suggestion was satire:
During his time as an American envoy to France, Benjamin Franklin, publisher of the old English proverb, “Early to bed, and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise”, anonymously published a letter suggesting that Parisians economize on candles by rising earlier to use morning sunlight. This 1784 satire proposed taxing shutters, rationing candles, and waking the public by ringing church bells and firing cannons at sunrise. Franklin did not propose DST; like ancient Rome, 18th-century Europe did not keep precise schedules. However, this soon changed as rail and communication networks came to require a standardization of time unknown in Franklin’s day.
I must remember: Google before shooting off my mouth.
It appears that I am not a hoopy frood who knows where my towel is.
Surfing the net, I came across that a bon mot that former Nixon strategist turned not-Republican Kevin Phillips created for John Kerry following his disastrous run for President in 2004, “a Haircut in search of a brain.”
I love it!
I am using it!
And Putin occupies the Crimea. The news gods mock me.
Seriously, I’ll have more on the the turmoil around the Black Sea later, but because my kids were in a play, Once Upon a Mattress (Natalie was the Nightingale of Samarkand, and Charlie was in the pit orchestra) over the last two days, I’ve not blogged.
It was a nice production of a rather indestructible play.
Asacia, who played the female lead Winnifred, cracked some ribs on Thursday, but she could go on, and so could the show.
After I wrote a post about the abuse of the IP process and price gouging for a potential HIV prophylaxis treatment, I got an email from a PR person with a link to a promotional graphic for the product, and a request that I post it.
No offer of payment.
Not even an offer of swag.
I realize that my readership numbers probably don’t rate a T-shirt, but I wasn’t even offered a f%$#ing key fob.
Seriously, if you are not going to read my article, and know that I condemned what your employers are doing, at least have the decency of offering some form of remuneration.
It’s a matter of pride.
To quote fellow engineer Montgomery Scott, “This was a matter of pride.”
So Entertainment reporter Sam Rubin confused Samuel L. Jackson and Lawrence Fishburne, and Mr. Jackson was not amused.
As I have seen his performance as Jules in Pulp Fiction a number of times, I’m kind of surprised that I had not already put him on the list.
The result of an ice storm that gave the kids a snow day.
So I, and my blogging, must depend on the kindness of BGE.
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I’ve added a JavaScript/CSS feature called Lytebox, which allows me to add “Facebook” style popups for my post.
This is a popup image:
I also just added this to my “Occupy” Post from yesterday.
This is a popup slideshow:
Victoria Jackson, the ditsy SNL alum who has devolved into right wing parody, has been added to my, “They Who Must Not Be Named,” list.
Normally, she would be beneath the level of notice sufficient to get on the list, but seeing as how she is making noises about running for public office, I have put her on the list, at least until she actually runs:
I’m a proud, unabashed, and unapologetic Liberal. No surprise there, eh? That said, I’m not one to believe that only people who think like me are worthy of being involved in our political process. Yes, I believe most of today’s Conservative ideology is not just wrong, but dangerously so, but I think our democracy is best served by having both sides of the political/ideological fence represented. If nothing else, maintaining that sort of balance/tug of war helps to prevent the sorts of excess that can happen when one party enjoys an unbreakable grip on power.
Our democracy works best (and arguably only works at all) when those involved in setting policy have both feet firmly grounded in reality. With the advent of the Tea Party, that reality has been repeatedly proven to be elusive. The examples are too numerous to mention. Government doesn’t work when the people involved in it are, for lack of a more polite description, bat-$#!% crazy. I say this because it’s comes to light that Victoria Jackson, the Tea Party’s Queen of Bat-$#!% Crazy, is contemplating getting into politics. For reasons known only to herself, Jackson thinks she actually has something of value to offer. Unfortunately, the ability and willingness to repeatedly make a fool of oneself publicly isn’t much of a resume for an aspiring public servant. ………
In the name of all that is holy, I hope never to write of her ever again, but if she actually runs for office………