Folding, spindeling, and mutilating lauguage for fun since Aug, 2004
Monday, October 30, 2006

...but I think there's a Cylon working at our local gas station.

One of those skin jobs, you know, not the big shiney kind.

Anonymously good-looking, blue eyes set just a little too wide apart, hair combed into a perfectly orderly non-style.

If he had no emotions at all, I wouldn't suspect him so much.  But he DOES have emotions.  He emits this sort of constant wave of low-grade background irritation, as if he has a pretense to keep up, but he's just waiting for the right moment to fulfill his evil mission.

Every social interaction is spare, cold, minimalist and completely devoid of any kind of human content.

A Cylon, I tell you.

Monday, October 30, 2006 8:22:53 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] |  | #

Our house smells like apples and cinnamon now.  It's a nice, safe, homey smell.

 

My Father-in-Law brought a HUGE box of apples down from up north.  He was in the neighborhood because my Mother-in-Law was in the hospital.  One of those "Oh, that’s bad, but they know what to do" followed by a "Holy Crap!  THAT can't be good" then a "Wow, she recovered fast" followed by "Psych!  She's in the critical care ward."

 

In the end, she seems to have stabilized at a level of health that will allow her to return home and have something resembling a normal life until the next incident.  She is scheduled to go home tomorrow.

 

Anyway, Rocky's brother and his family came up and stayed with us while all this was going on,and somewhere in the many trips to and from the great white north for ill-fated trips home or dialysis supply runs, a HUGE box of apples materialized on my kitchen floor.

 

I spent the week cooking for eight, cleaning, raking up leaves in the yard, and putting the varnish on the windows.  I've pretty much been running ragged for weeks, and it doesn't show any sign of letting up anytime soon.  I still have to fix the plaster that was damaged by the installation of windows in three of the rooms, prime, and paint the walls, select, purchase and install the new window treatments…and that's just scratching the surface of the repair work that needs to be done in the downstairs bathroom (Adventure Boy tripped in the shower a couple weeks ago and fell through the door, ripping it away from the wall.  He wasn't hurt.  The shower was destroyed.)

 

Have I mentioned that all eight of us that were in the house this week had only one working shower?

 

Luckily, we all like each other and Rocky's brother and his family are excellent guests.

 

But the stress of it all, plus not having time for a proper work out for nearly a month has me on tenderhooks.  Nothing that I do to preserve my sanity has been anything like a priority for a couple of months now, and my inner spoiled brat is in threatening a huge temper tantrum.

 

And then I realized that I still haven't even scratched the surface of basic fall maintenance, I've let most of my friendships lapse, most of our clothes need to be laundered, and we're running out of clean ones, and here's this box with a couple hundred apples in it.  Three of them are already rotten, and some are kind of soft...so time's awastin'.

 

Needless to say, I was not thrilled at the idea of processing them, but there was nothing else to do but let them rot or take care of them.  So I dragged out my apple corer-peeler-slicer, screwed it down solidly to the edge of the counter, and got to work.  Six hours later and a couple of good knicks on the fingers with the slicer blade (oooh apple juice is stingy on cuts), I have four quarts of home-made applesauce, and seven pies worth of apple pie filling in little bags evenly distributed between the freezer and the fridge.

 

Between that satisfaction, and the smell of apples and cinnamon covering over the smell of varnish and paint, I almost feel relaxed.  But I have to say, if I don't catch a break where I can get in a couple of good weeks of consistent training in…

 

Well, all I can say is I'm about to whip somebody's ass. (click "listen to Ray")

Monday, October 30, 2006 5:07:44 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [3] | #
Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Here's a blast from the past for me and my friends, Sue and Barb.

Wade Pilloud graduated with us from Bemidji High School.  He was also in my Confirmation class and attended our church.  He was also one of the small group of students that I went with on a trip to Germany my Senior year.  I didn't know him well, and I don't have any opinions of him that would be of any particular use or interest to the general public.

Wade is the K-12 principal of a school in Indus, MN (close to International Falls) who resigned after being put on administrative leave for shooting two kittens on school grounds.  They were orphaned, and Mr. Pilloud says he wanted to prevent them from suffering from a death by starvation.

Anyone who grew up n the country knows that it's not uncommon to find burlap sacks full of drowned kittens or puppies along the road, or to hear of people shooting, gassing, or otherwise "doing in" unwanted animal offspring that they can't or won't care for to "prevent suffering".

It is a common and wholly unremarkable attitude from the time and place that we were raised.  The fact that he thought this was the best thing to do is unsurprising to me.  The fact that he seemed to think it was natural, acceptable, and right to bring a gun onto school grounds and dispatch the animals himself (rather than call animal control to have them rescued by animal welfare professionals) is also unsurprising to me, as it is a natural outgrowth of the mentality and worldview commonly held by the majority of people in the place and time that we grew up.

I happen to disagree with it, which is perhaps a hint as to why I no longer live in rural Northern Minnesota.

I guess that's all I have to say about that.

[Update:  I just heard from an extended family member that her husband was going out to "put down" their ancient family dog, who has stopped eating.  She wanted to take the dog to the vet to be put down, but as her husband has recently been laid off, and they don't know when he will get a job, they don't have the funds to do it humanely.  So he is going to shoot the dog...the most "humane" alternative.  Luckily, her husband is quite competent with firearms, and is unlikely to botch the job.  Like I said.  Pervasive attitude.]   

Tuesday, October 24, 2006 12:20:29 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] |  |  | #
I provide a link and commentary on an article reminding you that God wants you to know you're a loser so he can make you a winner, as long as even while you believe you will "win", you never forget you're a loser. Because someone said that he said so. I think. In otherwords, Curves Ahead, buckle up.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006 9:46:25 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [6] |  |  | #
Monday, October 23, 2006

Another warblog entry involving my cousin:

 

"Before I go out onto a bridge in the turret of an armored vehicle in a war zone during an electrical storm I’m going to…” Squeak paused as he secured a cigarette between his lips and raised a lighter to its tip. Two flicks with the lighter and the tip of the cigarette was a glowing red ember. Squeak took a long drag, exhaled and finished, “…light a cigarette."

 

Read the whole thing Here

Monday, October 23, 2006 11:44:28 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Enforcing proper conversational ettiquette = Sexual Harrassment; looking at both sides of an issue presented in the curriculum = indoctrinating students with your personal views; Peace = anti-patriotic. Got it. Anything else?
Monday, October 23, 2006 10:23:28 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [3] |  |  |  | #

Barak Obama is the AntiChrist !!!!

 

George W. Bush is the AntiChrist !!!!

 

Hillary Clinton works for the AntiChrist !!!!  Or maybe just wears his jewelry line.

 

Actually, Hillary Clinton is the AntiChrist !!!!

 

Wait, she’s married to the AntiChrist !!!!

 

No, really, George W. Bush is the AntiChrist !!!!

 

OK, I’m dizzy.  Will the Dark One, Destroyer of Souls and Enemy of God please do me an enormous favor and, like the Real Slim Shady, please stand up?

 

Another song comes to mind.  You may not have heard it.  Its from track two (“I’ve got a Theory”) of the “Once More With Feeling” soundtrack (from the musical episode of Buffy that shares it’s title).

 

“Apocalypse – We’ve all been there.  The same old trips, why should we care?”

 

Honestly, keeping up with the mass of humanity’s neurotic fallout of one man’s not-quite-prehistoric-enough psychotic break (or possibly the world earliest recording of a hella “bad trip”, you decide) is just so darned much work.  You would think more people would just give it up.

Monday, October 23, 2006 9:07:54 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] |  | #

HowManyOfMe.com
Logo There are:
0
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

 

Actually, I happen to know that there is one person with my exact name living in Bloomington, MN...but I guess these guys don't know about her.

Monday, October 23, 2006 6:20:32 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Anyone fooled?
Sunday, October 22, 2006 11:00:16 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] |  |  | #
It's been a while since the departure of our beloved Pepper. I think we're to the point where we can bring another dog into the house without looking at it and thinking of all the ways it's not Pepper. We picked the puppy out, and in a couple of weeks...we'll go get her.
Sunday, October 22, 2006 5:51:34 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Monday, October 16, 2006

Saturday night, we went to our friend Avindair’s party.  His wife, and also a friend of ours, GeekGodd3ss invited us to take part in his 40th birthday party.

 

It was great.  We showed up late because my brother and his girlfriend were visiting from out of town.  It was a very special visit, and we didn’t want to waste a moment with my brother, so we just went to the party late.

 

Anyway, we had a GREAT time.  Magic Marmot was there.  As was Saveau and his lovely bride TempleViper.

 

We played a Star Trek trivia game.  I did not do well.  Had it been Babylon Five, Stargate SG-1, or Firefly, I would have kicked ass as much as anyone else, but I just don’t know that much about any other Star Trek show excepting TOS.

 

But I know one thing:  Had they ever fought, Kirk would have kicked Picard’s bitchy little ass.  And slept with his girlfriend.  And shipped Wesley off to boarding school.

 

Anyway, then we played a game called “Are You A Werewolf?”

 

I learned something that surprised me, although it shouldn’t have:

 

Whether I am a Werewolf, a Seer, or just an innocent Villager…I do not do well whenever there are mobs of peasants with torches involved.  I got hanged a LOT.

 

As TempleViper said repeatedly throughout the evening;  “I don’t know, you just look so…shady”.

 

But that’s all right.  I don’t mind getting hanged a lot when I can get completely numb on Rommulan Ale and listen to witty banter from my close friends as they string me up AGAIN.

Monday, October 16, 2006 8:22:13 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] | #
Sunday, October 15, 2006

I read this article in the Agape Press, reviewing a book about how the Public School System is trying to destroy America.

 

Can you believe this is actually going on?  And I quote:

 

The author discovered that teachers often use open-ended questions to cause confusion in the mind of a child”

 

Oh my God!  If you ask open ended questions and cause confusion in the minds of a child, what next?  Will they start thinking for themselves?  Will they start believing stuff because they thought it through and tested it against the real world, and know that it’s right rather than relying on authority figures to provide them with pat easy answers?  We can’t have that.  What did they do to the last educator convicted of that sort of behavior?  What was his name?  Socrates? (you know, the guy many consider to be the father of western thought?)  Anyone remember what they did to him?

 

Oh wait.  I apologize.  I’m asking questions.  I might cause confusion.  Pardon me.  I’ll just make an unequivocal moral statement.

 

They made him drink hemlock, that’s what they did.  He was asking open-ended questions, causing confusion in the minds of young people, and so he had to be killed.

 

End of story.

 

But wait, you say?  We don’t have the proper political and social climate necessary for us to get the public to poison hundreds of thousands of educators?

 

No problem.  Just pull your kids out of public school, teach them moral absolutes, and make sure that they have complete revulsion for birth control, and no idea how the reproductive system can be managed at all.

 

After a couple of generations, of home-schooling and uncontrolled breeding, we’ll have the mob, and the mob mentality to go with it, and then…then…we start poisoning teachers.

 

We have to play the long game, but it’s OK.  God is on our side.

 

Sunday, October 15, 2006 10:01:10 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] |  |  | #
Friday, October 13, 2006

Today I was using a solvent to remove contact cement.  I borrowed a respirator with charcoal filters from my friend Eric.  It seemed to be working really well, as I couldn't smell a thing.  I am clausterphobic, and hate to have stuff over my face.  Still, I'm getting used to things like face cages on my sparring gear, that sort of thing, so I figured I could handle it. 

I put the respirator on, and started to work applying the solvent, and beginning the scraping.

Then, I started to feel lightheaded. Could it be that I had somehow put the repirator on wrong, or was using it wrong and was breathing solvent fumes after all?

Then, I realized that I was hyperventilating.  A few meditative breaths, and I was alright again.

Sheesh.

Still some stickyness on the surface in places...looks like I might have to go over it again another day.  But at least I know it works, and I can handle the job.

 

Friday, October 13, 2006 3:52:37 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Thursday, October 12, 2006

Addendum to previous post.

 

 

My favorite comment so far?  #39

 

http://littlegreenfootballs.com/weblog/?entry=22912#c0039

 

Earth2moonbat writes:

 

"But the Metropolitan Airports Commission said the public response was overwhelmingly negative, and some taxi companies feared that people opposed to the system would switch to other forms of ground transport instead of cabs. ... "

Egad! Perish the thought that consumers avail themselves to alternatives in a free market.....

 

OK, back to me now.  My response?  The most viable and attractive alternative likely for people to choose over Taxis leaving the Twin Cities Airport?

THE PUBLIC LIGHT RAIL SYSTEM.  Heh.  Built by public money.  Operated by the public for the public good.  Bwaaaa-hah-haha-ha. 

The next most attractive “free-market option?”  The public bus system.

Free markerteers are so funny.

Earth to moonbat indeed.

Thursday, October 12, 2006 9:48:05 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
And why it shouldn't be "our" problem
Thursday, October 12, 2006 9:13:15 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [6] |  | #
Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The cold and flu season beginneth for our family.

I was up all night.  Grasshopper was vomiting all night.

Seems fine this morning.  I'm keeping him home, though.

Oy.

 

Wednesday, October 11, 2006 7:21:46 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Tuesday, October 10, 2006

A few years ago, we did an addition on the house.  It was really nice.  It was shiney and new.  It made the old part of the house kind of look like crap...so we painted.  It helped a little.  It looked nicer, and the added layer of paint probably helped hold some of the old windows in place while we got around to replacing them.

We just replaced all the old windows.  They are the originals from when the house was built back in 1978.  There was much rotten wood that needed to be cut out and replaced.  We knew it would be an ugly job, so we hired our neighbor, who is a carpenter and who did our addition and is a construction patron deity of some kind, I think.

To save money, I painted the new wood and siding required on the outside of the house, and stained the new trim, stops, and extension jams on the inside.

The project has been kind of intense, and has taken up a lot of time over the last couple of weeks.

Today, I promised myself that I would finish the staining before I slept.

Mission accomplished.  And I mean it, not in a landing-on-an-aircraft-carrier-with-a-mango-in-the-cod-peice-of-my-flight-suit kind of way.  I mean I'm done with the staining.  Done.

Tomorrow the carpenter will come and put the stops in and the nail-hole-filling-and-sanding-and-three-coats-of-varnish stage can start.  But hey, that's just going to be a comma in the history of our home improvements.

Once the cosmetic touches have been put on was was becoming an enegry efficiency issue, I'm looking at weather to tackle the broken-slab-in-the-garage-floor-and-lumpy-disintigrating-driveway-problem, or the disintegrating shower-black-mold-in-the-walls-holy-crap-that's-a butt-ugly-bathroom problem next.

Probably the bathroom.  It has biological weapons.

Oh, I'm sorry, did I take that a bridge too far?  Please forgive me.  It's well after midnight, and I need a drink.

Good night.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006 11:34:56 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Meet my cousin, Squeak.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006 4:00:10 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Monday, October 09, 2006
Like when did you stop beating your wife?
Monday, October 09, 2006 7:54:07 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Sunday, October 08, 2006
If your tired of religious rants, give this a pass.
Sunday, October 08, 2006 11:51:41 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] |  | #
Saturday, October 07, 2006
(evil giggle)
Saturday, October 07, 2006 10:03:57 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Friday, October 06, 2006
Wait. How come the buttons don't work anymore! It's the devil's fault!
Friday, October 06, 2006 8:50:44 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Thursday, October 05, 2006
No problem Uncle Billy will fix that for you with a little white out.
Thursday, October 05, 2006 7:23:23 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006 10:18:33 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
What I learned today: Both parties have lost the polka vote.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006 2:44:56 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [5] |  | #
Monday, October 02, 2006

Isn't it just frickin' cool that we can have something like This:

A plain-English-for-the-layman discussion of RNAi and the work done on it that won the Nobel Prize?

We live in a world where, no matter how much certain people would like to spread nothing but ignorance and superstition, knowledge on this level is out there, freely accesible to all.

 

Monday, October 02, 2006 4:10:01 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Obfuscation meter pegged, Captin' Or I think it is. I can't tell exactly, there's all this fog, you see..
Monday, October 02, 2006 8:32:28 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
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