"The bailout is bullshit! You broke it, you bought it"
I haven't noticed anything in the news about this rally on Wall Street in NY. Not so much as a peep.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
"The bailout is bullshit! You broke it, you bought it"
I haven't noticed anything in the news about this rally on Wall Street in NY. Not so much as a peep.
I have to walk next to that frigging wall. Tonight, I lightly grazed the wall with its pointy rocks for decoration and got the following.
Don't tell me I don't give my all for my company. The cut is
actually very small. It did bleed down my arm.
Keywords: capitalism, congress, failure, president,
economy, bailout, catastrophe, credit
Capitalist civilization teeters on collapse and our representatives
are pointing fingers. Even before the vote yesterday Pelosi took center
stage and used the occasion to point out perceived failures of the
current administration. I'm ill from it. Congress really is the
opposite of progress.
I hear that representatives are getting an earful from their
constituents that some very rich people need to go broke, or end up in
jail. I'm all about that. I would love to hold a parade of fat cats
down main street on their way to club fed. It will not happen. Who do
you think run this country, regular people?
Congress is out today and tomorrow for Rosh Hashanah, a Jewish
holiday. Yippee. I frigging hate these rich out of touch self centered
humans. Did I mention I'm ill from it? The world will not end
afternoon. The economy is going to "gasp for air" today and tomorrow.
The holiday break will be blamed for the beginning of the end of the
world as we know it. The Jews will get blamed again. Shame.
I don't have today and tomorrow off. Congress should declare an
emergency session and do something about this catastrophe in mid bloom.
You know, before it is too late. Before it gets so bad that the
runs out of scary words to describe it.
it wasn't really party lines that killed the vote either. One
commenter said it was conservative Republicans and liberal Democrats
who bolted. Each had their reasons. Something about the Republicans
wanting value for the taxpayer's money and perhaps something about
punishment for fat-cats, and Democrats wanting a plan for 'victims' who
are loosing their houses. Those both sound good to me.
The podcasts I had today had interviews with McCain and Obama over
the weekend before the failed vote. They were both all about their
campaigns. I don't know why time was wasted on them on this subject. I
would shout to fire both of the, but they haven't been hired yet. Tells
me we are in even deeper trouble than we think. My God! the next
president will be a politician.
Some say this trouble doesn't affect them because they have a fixed mortgage rate and their retirement is already in the tank. It will affect their job, or the lack there of because people cannot start businesses on credit or cover bad times with credit. It will affect every time you try to buy things because it will limit choice because manufacturers and distributors cannot barrow money to make and move product. It will affect all this and more because we have not been a cash economy for many decades. The trouble is, every one has been buying on credit and paying it back. Now they are going to have to go toward saving up first, then paying. Not for everything, but more than they did. The transition of that first saving period is going to bring the economy to it's knees. We have already lived the other side. Every one spent their savings on stuff, then borrowed to get more stuff. Now the piper comes a-calling.
|I HAVE DECIDED TO BECOME A WRITE-IN CANDIDATE.
HERE IS MY PLATFORM:
( 1.) Press 1 for English is immediately banned. English is the official language; speak it or wait at the border until you can.
( 2.) We will immediately go into a two year isolationist posture to straighten out the country's attitude. NO imports, no exports. We will use the 'Walmart' policy, 'If we ain't got it, you don't need it.'
( 3.) When imports are allowed, there will be a 100% import tax on it.
( 4.) All retired military personnel will be required to man one of our many observation towers on the southern border. (six month tour) They will be under strict orders not to fire on SOUTHBOUND aliens.
( 5.) Social securitywill immediately return to its original state. If you didn't put nuttin in, you ain't gettin nuttin out. The president nor any other politician will not be able to touch it.
( 6.) Welfare - Checks will be handed out on Fridays at the end of the
( 7.) Professional Athletes - Steroids - The FIRST time you check positive you're banned for life.
( 8.) Crime - We will adopt the Turkish method, the first time you steal, you lose your right hand. There is no more life sentences. If convicted, you will be put to death by the same method you chose for your victim; gun, knife, strangulation, etc.
( 9.) One export will be allowed...Wheat. The world needs to eat. A bushel of wheat will be the exact price of a barrel of oil.
(10.) All foreign aid using American taxpayer money will immediately cease, and the saved money will pay off the national debt and ultimately lower taxes. When disasters occur around the world, we'll ask the American people if they want to donate to a disaster fund, and each citizen can make the decision whether it's a worthy cause.
(11.) The Pledge of Allegiance will be said every day at school and every day in Congress.
(12.) The National Anthem will be played at all appropriate ceremonies, sporting events, outings, etc.
Sorry if I stepped on anyone's toes, but a vote for me will get you better than what you have, and better than what you're gonna get. Thanks for listening, and remember to write in my name on the ballot in November. God Bless America!!!!!!!!!!!
Supposidly, Bill Cosby said these things. He didn't. Fake, but I
like it. My dad sent me this.
TODAY'S CLEAN LAUGH
Amanda sent me this one. I just didn't want to make another entry.
Will the bailout work? Will our government drop a pare and bitch
slap some of the billionaires who give all the correct representatives
so much money every election season? Will people at the bottom tighten
their belts? Will people in the middle and top tighten their belts? - I
The way the commentates make it sound, we can expect a
postapocalyptic crumble of all things that require money. They seem to
take the Gremlin's advice and shout from th highest floor to invest in
canned food and shotguns.
No company goes out of business for lack of prophet. They go out of
business for running out of cash and credit to pay the bills. If a
company can't make payroll, people stop working. If a company can't
pay the suppliers, they stop supplying. If the bank is willing to
the company money for an extended period, the company goes in to huge
debt, but stays in business for as long as the bank is willing to loan
it cash or extend it credit.
When banks refuse to loan money because they are unsure of their own
investment to back that loaned up, the whole system grinds to a halt.
That is what the bailout is supposed to avoid. This is why the Great
Depression started some time after the stock market crash. Didn't
take a world war to get us out of the last depression?
Nat and I are broke. I've said I cannot go camping this year. I
cannot afford tickets. I cannot afford all the camping crap we need. I
cannot afford food and alcohol. I can certainly afford nothing inside
the park. As much as I will hate missing out on the fun of hanging out
with friends, I just can't do it. Nat is looking for a job at Faire to
compensate her expenses.
|Shit that happened recently
A bunch of shit is all hitting the fan at the same time. No fucking wonder so many people are going under.
I'm impressed. Just how stretchy is that ring? Or, did he pull a fast one and slip it off very quickly. I can't tell.
This is the problem with stimulus checks. Once the barrier, or economic downturn, is gone the want for someone to take care of you is still there.
That's one talented ... tongue you got there poocy.
I saw some hint of this or another similar weapon last year some time.
It is a repeating grenade launcher. There must be dozens of kinds of
ammo for it. It is small, and handy. The shells can be set to go
exactly X far and then go off, or go off a couple meters after hitting
something (inside the room on the other side of a wall or window). Nice
idea. Very Starship Troupers. I like it. I swear I came up with
Starship Troupers before I saw the same comparison in one of the
After nearly a decade in the shadows - with billions spent on earlier versions long since abandoned - the Army is hurtling along to field a revolutionary new weapon to Joes a lot sooner than anyone had ever imagined.
It's a weapon that can take out a bad guy behind a wall, beyond a hill or below a trench, more accurately and with less collateral damage than anything on the battlefield today, officials say. It's called the XM25 Individual Air Burst Weapon, and by next month the service will have three prototypes of the precision-guided 25mm rifle ready for testing.
"What we're talking about is a true 'leap ahead' in lethality,
here. This is a huge step," Audette added during a phone interview with
Military.com from his office at Picatinny Arsenal in New Jersey.
Here is a scenario that runs through my head. Bad guys firing on a
convoy from a building. Fire a grenade through each window without even
considering which the shooters might be behind. Then going on about
Night patrol stumbling on a convoy of enemy moving from one hide out
to another. Don't bother Who needs an air strike. Just crack a couple
rounds over that way and fill in the report.
As soon as they increase the effective range beyond a kilometer or
so, snipers will clean up entire platoons at an outing.
The secret is in the site and computer that talks to the round
before it fires. Sets range and whatever else is settable. I read
somewhere that a computer in a site would calculate a range and
correction for moving targets and produce a synthetic target for the
shooter to aim at when they pull the trigger. The XM25 would benefit
greatly from this if it exists. Just a suggestion.
Natalie went to a couple doctors and got some medicine. The medicine
is helping. When I woke her up this morning she was civil and didn't
bite my head off. She seems to have much more energy. She looks
happier. She is giggling at jokes and playing games online.
Some folks suggested her ailment was rooted in hypochondria. I
disagree. The placebo effect of getting new medicine would not have
covered her attitude being woken up this morning. Trust me.
She has lost five lb in the last week. She has been trying to loose
some weight without success for some time. It looks like we may have
finally found the problem causing her so much stress. It has to do with
Yay! Natalie is happy again. We are off to the movies. I don't care
if we can't afford it.
So, I've been using Google Docs for all of forty five minutes and I
noticed something. It doesn't suck and I have nowhere near the amount
of data to keep track of that I thought. Once I busted the data up in
to folders, it looked very small. It is very small. I haven't put a
copy of my contacts in the document section because my contacts are in
Gmail which is basically attached to Google docs.
I may keep a diary in there that has the real scoop on things that
will not come out until I'm dead. (haha) I would put things in
there that piss me off about others. I would name names. I would rant
in that special way that might get me in trouble in public. ... Maybe
not. Google docs is far to easy to hack.
I wonder how other people keep track of important things.
I would like to use google docs for editing my blog stuff, but I
cannot. It will not let me save embedded objects. That is how you put
videos on your site. I mean, you can't even save them that way. The
code just goes away. This is one limitation of Google docs I can live
with. There are plenty. Google docs definitely permits data retention.
That is a real need of mine that I only just came to terms with.
Ike taught me that I need to rethink my personal document needs. I
need a way to have my documents on demand from places where I can
access the internet. Carrying a key-drive around is no substitute for
access. Before I start this infinite data collection, I need to make
sure I can download the information in a usable form and store it
locally in case google goes the way of Enron and just drops from the
scene over night.
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750 cc engine on a Vespa scooter.
Talk about a crotch rocket. Watch your balls buddy. My end up in the carburetors.
There might be a market for these things yet. If you need to work on the bottom of the car, just flip it over. Who needs a rack?
Itty-bitty car with a great big engine ...
Why not put a little GO! in a go-cart?
What is this blog buying me? I thought about it and I spend a lot of time tapping away on this page. I get no money. There is no prestige. My friends don't really read that much. I have maybe five pretty consistent readers. Maybe Elle can read this one day and learn a bit about her "Kelly Daddy". In fact, there is a far higher likelihood that something I say on this blog will get me fired or beaten up or indicted.
I get a sense of satisfaction from this blog that I just don't get anywhere else. I gripe and moan. No one comes to my rescue. That's fine. That isn't what the blog is about. It is a place to vent a little. It is a place to shout from the rooftop. It is my soapbox. It keeps me from ranting so much to my friends. It is a place to ask "What do you think of that?" or "Who do they think they are?" It is a place to prey publicly. It is a place praise publicly. it is a place to make fun of others. It is a place to kick a rock down the road.
It is a place to announce happenings. It is a place to bounce ideas. It is a place to toot my own horn. It is a place to be depressed. it is a place to keep track of some of the random crap that buzzes around my head. That is a big one. Some of the things that just pass by are pretty good. Normally, they would vanish in the firmament. My passing ideas may just end up here.
I would love to write something real. I mean a novel or other book. There is no one subject that I know enough about to fill enough pages for a book I think. I cannot keep my head on one subject long enough to write a novel. When I write short stories, the turn in to rants before the end. That or they have no middle part. I would write poetry, but it is mostly horrible and incoherent.
I quote news or other people a bit. This is so I can rip them a new asshole or say "me too". I've had a couple people say they do not even pay any attention to these sections. The folks I talk to say they want to know what is going on in my life, not what is going around the world. Then again, one says he gets his news through the Kelly-filter. Poor guy.
I put a lot of videos up now. It is a neat way to point and grunt at some content. Lately, the bar raised a bit. I don't just put three or four videos on the blog just because I can. I used to.
This blog is more than a diary. It is a communication device. A diary is not supposed to be written with the intention of being read real time by others. A blog is designed for that. This is a subtle, but very important distinction. My parents nearly bought me a laptop because I kept ranting about which one I wanted at the time. I didn't let them. dammit.
Sometimes it seems like the sound and tactile feel of pounding on the keyboard and filling the screen with text are the goal. This may have some merit. There is a small sense of accomplishment in just getting data down on the page/screen. There is more to this blog than leaving some footprints on the world wide web, I hope.
So, why do I care when I get six hits in a day? If I have this blog and keep it up to date for all the above reasons, why do I have a mechanism for counting eyes?
Right now if I walk up to someone and ask "What are your thoughts on 'the meltdown'?" They will know I'm talking about the trouble in the U. S. economy. I'm pretty sure the phrase 'meltdown' came in to the lexicon around Three Mile Island sometime in the seventies. The phrase means, from my experience, a complete catastrophic failure of some mechanism or system.
I bet more people will die from the Wall Street meltdown from heart attacks than Three Mile Island.
A person might have a meltdown. I've had a couple myself. I've had computers have meltdowns. A couple of those lead to my meltdowns. Talk about a chain reaction. Why, just the other day a plastic spoon had a meltdown while I was heating some Spaghettios in the microwave at work. I learned from this experience and now, do not put the cheep plastic spoons in the microwave when heating.
Normally, meltdown stories are much better than that.
As I stand on top of the parking garage and take a long look around
the lower west side of Houston I cannot help but notice the latest
fashion in roof decoration. The humble tarp.
I could have looked in any direction and caught at least one blue roof.
A couple friends are in this situation. We may be too if the inspector
gives us a hard time about it.
Nat is warming up to the idea of a small trailer. She went by the
U-Haul place to get a box or two and noticed the advertisement about
trailer hitches and small trailers behind small cars. Yes! I like the
idea because it means we can get by without a truck or SUV for a while.
The trailer I have my eye on is 4x6. I'm pretty sure we could haul
some 4x8 sheets of plywood in it if need be. It has a 2000 lb weight
limit and most likely a 200 lb ball weight limit. That is standard for
all those little cars.
Mainly I want to use it for things like Faire. We could pack tent,
tables, chairs, coolers, propane, grill, camp box full of the
crap all on the trailer. Leave the trunk for cloths and soft goods
including food or whatnot. As long as things are packed evenly, this
setup would put us nowhere near the limits.
It will also come in handy when doing anything around the house. We
can't cart home a set of shelves right now because the car won't hold
them. Well, that and we are broke.
I'm going to have to store the trailer in the back yard. The only
way I have to get it back there is to carry it through the gate. Not
sure I can do that. Maybe when we rebuild the fence, I can put in a
hidden wide gate somewhere. Now, that is a thought.
I bought a walking stick at REI a couple months ago. It works pretty
well. i use it every day. I don't so much need it for limping, but
stumbling. I use it for balance across all the rough ground I traverse
on my way in to work. I use the stick so much that the steel tip is
warring down. There are heavy scuff marks on the tubes where the
locking mechanism digs in when the stick is extended. it telescopes for
storage. I carry it on my back pack. I would rather have it in my hand
when getting around the bus because I'm afraid of poking someone with
that metal tip.
I've only had the staff since Spring. It will probably not last a
year. I'm going to have to come up with another solution at some point.
I worry this thing will not give me any warning before just plane
As Winter quickly approaches, I will need to use my flashlight to
flag my position to cars. This will prevent me from using the walking
stick I bet. I haven't tried it yet. Maybe they work together. The
flashlight idea works great to prevent my being run over by half asleep
A walking stick is not fashionable. I'm sure I look like an old man stumbling down the street. This morning my knees hurt for some unknown reason. That added to my normal stumble which is worse in late Summer and Fall. Then there is the uneven ground of the construction area and unkept roadside. Not to mention the mosquitoes trying to carry me off. I worry people think I'm a kook wondering around off my medication.
1. Coffee and frozen pizzas can be made on a BBQ grill.
2. No matter how many times you flick the switch, lights don't work without electricity.
3. My car gets 23.21675 miles per gallon, EXACTLY (you can ask the people in line who helped me push it).
4. Kids can survive 4 days or longer without a video game controller in their hand.
5. Cats are even more irritating without power.
6. He who has the biggest generator wins.
7. Women can actually survive without doing their hair- you just wish they weren't around you.
8. A new method of non-lethal torture- showers without hot water.
9. There are a lot more stars in the sky than most people thought.
10. TV is an addiction and the withdrawal symptoms are painful.
11. A 7 lb bag of ice will chill 6-12 oz Budweiser's to a drinkable temperature in 11 minutes, and still keep a 14 lb. turkey frozen for 8 more hours.
12. There are a lot of dang trees around here.
13. Flood plan drawings on some mortgage documents were seriously wrong..
14. Aluminum siding, while aesthetically pleasing, is definitely not required.
15. Crickets can increase their volume to overcome the sound of 14 generators.
16. People will get into a line that has already formed without having any idea what the line is for.
17. When required, a Lincoln Continental will float, doesn't steer well but floats just the same.
18. Tele-marketers function no matter what the weather is doing.
19. Cell phones work when land lines are down, but only as long as the battery remains charged.
20. 27 of your neighbors are fed from a different transformer than you, and they are quick to point that out!
21. Hampers were not made to contain such a volume.
22. If my store sold only ice, chainsaws, gas and generators... I'd be rich.
23. Price of a can of soup rises 200% in a storm.
24. Your water front property can quickly become someone else's fishing hole.
25. Tree service companies are under appreciated.
26. I learned what happens when you make fun of another states' blackout.
27. MATH 101: 30 days in month, minus 6 days without power equals 30% higher electric bill ?????
28. Drywall is a compound word, take away the "dry" part and it's worthless.
29. I can walk a lot farther than I thought.
10: Decorating the house (with plywood).
8: Last minute shopping in crowded stores.
7: Regular TV shows pre-empted for 'Specials'.
6: Family coming to stay with you.
5: Family and friends from out of state calling you.
4: Buying food you don't normally buy . . . and in large quantities.
3: Days off from work.
And the Number One reason Hurricane Season is like Christmas:
1: At some point you're probably going to have a tree in your house!
You can watch and embed TV shows and clips for free. I do not agree that having to watch commercials means it is free, but you take what you can get in this greedy capitalist society.
By the way, I got this site from a sixerdoodle twitter post. Thanks. He was excited about Speed Racer.
This happens in the Target parking lot across from our building
every couple of weeks. I've seen one with nearly twice this many trucks
but didn't get a picture. This has got to have something to do with
balancing packages or correcting some kind of fowlup or something.
Maybe the smaller truck in the middle was bringing everyone lunch.
This picture has been altered from the original in the following
ways. It has been cropped, resized, and the brightness and contrast
have been modified because it was taken through the office window that
has some screwball tint.
Apologies for it taking so long to get these up. I have been
deliberately lazy all day. I need some down time for God's sake. I'm in
debt after this stupid storm. I had to work yesterday. Got a bunch of
hard stuff coming up. Woe is me. Anyway, Pictures are up.
These folks are awfully calm for plummeting. I have to say, that when plummeting, I am not so quiet.
Well stuck landing I must say.
Today is the first Sunday that can be called normal after hurricane
Ike. It is living up to that claim with zeal. I mowed the front. I'm
drinking a soda. I sit in the air conditioning. I'm reading blogs. Nat
is playing some FaceBook game about building an empire. I'm telling her
she needs to get WOW. She would love it. I all but dread going back to
work tomorrow because I just need some rest. The time off last week was
spent running for our lives, hold up in someone else's home, or
worrying about making things work post-Ike. There was no rest.
I need a vacation. I never take vacations. I hate coming back from
vacations. I don't want to go back to w life. I feel that my life
should not be so stressful that I need a vacation.
Today rocks as relaxation goes. It was difficult to get myself
motivated to mow the yard. I would love to do the pictures I took for
Ike. I'm just too lazy. Today is cool though. I must remember this when
I'm busting my ass tomorrow.
Our cat does something like this. He does more staring than hitting.
Yes, the guy on the bike is pissed off. What did the person in the car do to the person on the bike to evoke this insanity? No innocents here.
It is funny what I missed over the hurricane. One of the only things that I did not get that I kind of miss is some news. I didn't get a bunch of details about all the financial crap going on. I feel like I missed something. The vast majority of everything else feels like water under the bridge. I want to know what is going on in the markets though.
When I download podcasts, the software grabs all it can that it knows has not been downloaded yet. This is a problem when I am out of the loop for a week. It downloads a couple hundred podcasts, only a couple of which I really want to listen to all the way through. These are things like The Writer's Almanac, Wakeup to Money and the BBC film reviews. There are probably some others. Most of them I will just let flow under the bridge.
One of the guys at work described his Ike adventures to me. His place is butted right up to a bunch of trees and his neighbor has been out of town for a while and did not bring in all the stuff on her balcony. His power, cable and internet were out for days. The first couple of hours were tough. That first Saturday evening was hot and humid.
The storm did no damage that he knows of to his place. He was just camping a couple of days in his living room. He said that he listened to a football game on the battery radio. Red books by candle light. Ended up with all the windows open. When the power came back on, he was grateful, but felt a little nostalgic.
I wonder hoe many of those kids who all roamed around my parent's neighborhood are still out of doors having fun in the sunshine five minutes after cable and internet switch back on.
It doesn't look fake to me. Scrappy little fella.
Before during and after. Not too shabby.
There was a story on the news of I10 I bereave it was being shut down long enough for some high tension wires to be strung across the road.
One side effect of the storm was some camaraderie. There was a pack of kids on bicycles roaming the neighborhood back and forth. It was very reminiscent of my childhood. They played ball in the street. They biked all over the place. They hung out next to a pile of bicycles in someone's front yard. It was really cool to watch.
We had damage to our fence, the back wall of our house and a couple
loose shingles. The back wall of the house let some water through to
the carpet. I believe it was due to the huge amount of water building
up at the back of the house. The fence may be a right off. It is bent
and broken and just sort of hanging there. It sucked to begin with.
Our electricity was out and Nat got the great idea of calling the
little bar across the street to find out if they had power before we
blundered our way home just to find no electricity. Then, she made me
call back and ask the same question to make sure we had the right
Old Indian wild cherry cough syrup tastes like gasoline and celery.
Yesterday, the power blinked at my parent's place. Elle shook her
head and said "Oh, no!!" Elle then led my mother around the house
making sure the lights were still on. Elle spent most of the weekend on
her new bike. The old bike she had was much too small for her. My
parents convinced Elle to leave the old bike at the end of the driveway
with a sign that read "Free to a good home. -Elle" or something liike
that. Some guys picked it up and were off. Elle was quite upset when
she figured out that the bell was still on the old bike.
I dreampt i could fly again. In the dream, I woke and could still
fly. Now that's a dream.
I'm not going to blog much about Ike. I'm sick of hearing about it.
The local news has been flooded with news and hillbillies bitching
about 'where my gubment check?'. I'm ill from listening to it for five
days. There was some old woman on the phone telling the news chopper
which way to pan so she could find her house.
The rest of the country is getting financial news about the collapse
of the economy. Ike is taking a back seat. People in other parts of the
country have heard about it, but it seems between bits about trillions
of dollars disappearing off the financial scene.
Where does all the money go? It goes nowhere. It doesn't exist. All
the money they are talking about is wishful thinking and money spent,
but not yet earned. It is all so complex that I'm lost.
A bond is a company or bank's way of borrowing money from investors.
If you rely on the solvency of just that one company that needs money,
you may not invest (lend). So, other companies back (guarantee) the
bonds (loans). AIG insured bonds and bit the dust. No one told the
investors the guarantor (AIG) would go belly up if all the bonds
(loans from investors) went bad at the same time.
Mortgages have for ever been worshiped as a wonderful stable place
to stick your money. That is because house and land prices have been
going up for centuries for the most part. People are always going to
pay their mortgage before they pay anything else because that is their
house. I heard somewhere that Fanny and Freddy together have more money
in assets than Great Briton. Everything was swell until the bubble
burst and all those loans coming up that people could not afford to pay
back. Now those loans are clogging the system.
I heard that the golden parachutes constructed by the CEOs of Fanny
and Freddy did not get paid off.The government told the to take a hike.
That makes me feel much better for some reason. I like the idea
the government started firing a bunch of people from the top down in
those to quasi government entities. Time for some tough love.
So, when is all the turmoil going to end? Nothing is going to change
until every one agrees to use some sort of solid currency in stead of
basing our exchange of goods and services on promises and good
intentions. I'm not talking gold necessarily. Just because it makes a
bigger number on paper is no reason to throw the idea of proper balance
of exchange out the window.
There are a lot of comparisons that end with '... since the great depression.' This makes me nerves.
If it still works the same way, that image will appear to update
every so often if you hit refresh. I think so anyway. Click on
the image to get a bunch of cool information about the storm.
This sort of sticks with today's theme of science. Right?
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This is one that gets plaid every time the city floods. It ain't this bad yet by a damn siight.
Officials told people who refused to evacuate the mandatory
evacuation area to write their names and SSN on their arms. You know,
just in case. This request convinced a couple people to leave. I may
write "John Doe" on mine just to be a prick. Twenty thousand people did
not evacuate Galveston. They are cutting off emergency services at
21:00 this evening.
I'll be honest, the storm didn't look that bad when the reporter was
standing down the street from a house where a guy refused to leave.
That is bad. The storm is just now making landfall. The worse has not
quite begun. The storm is a bit faster and bit weaker than reported a
couple hours ago. The wind
estimates were over 90 mph at our house when checked early in the
AM. They dropped to 71 mph. Last check they were at 80 mph. I have no
idea what that all means.
First comes the storm surge. Then comes the rain bands. Then comes
the wind and an even higher storm surge. Then comes a couple of
beautiful clear dry days in which we can all recover. Then comes the
political blame game and finger pointing. then come the lawsuits.
We have three wind-up radios. New batteries in the flashlights. the
camping toilet is ready. We have all the clean water we can store
including both bathtubs. We have food that you don't need to cook and
some that you do need to cook. We also have a camp stove and some
propane. Not enough to last for long. It will keep us going. It will
get us started.
Yesterday Google officially pissed
me off. I wasn't this angry when I found out Google was caving to
Chinese demands for information and to comply with censorship. Don't be
evil. Don't care about the country that spawned you and pays the
majority of your bills either.
You would think that you get prepared and then sit there and wait
for the hurricane to go over. No. Nat is running around the house like
a good boyscout still thinking of more stuff to do. I love her.
Elle is concerned that the hurricane will turn the lights off in her
room. Forget the rest of the house. I worry she will be freaked out
about the storm later. She does not handle storms well sometimes. Poor
little thing. I remember myself not a whole lot older than her freaking
out about storms and flooding. I suppose it is natural.
Every channel is spewing information about people who did not
evacuate. That or there is video of the sea wall or flooded streets in
Galveston. Every person left in lower east Texas has been interviewed.
When i was fourteen I remember Alysia and playing in that horrible
flood water. I have this picture stuck in my head of a flooded street
in front of our house on Cherry Hills and the son just poking out. The
street was lit up underneath the rancid water. It was clear air. The
clouds reflected in the water. I played in the smelly water. My parents
let me. We pushed people out of the deep water when their cars stalled.
It was a neighborhood boys thing.
I have the weather radar in one tab and the updated forecast in
another in Firefox. The radar makes the storm look a lot farther away
than it is. The forecast just looks drawn, not real.
Channel 11 is simulcasting on a couple of radio stations. I'm glad
because we do not have a batteries powered TV. Nor do they make a
digital batteries powered TV to my knowledge. I'm not sure what they
will say to do next year when there is no analog TV left. Not
long after they throw the switch on TV, they will want to switch to
digital radio. I'm not sure they make many batteries powered digital
It is just now 14:00 and some clouds are passing darkly and
frighteningly over head. People are starting to get nerves. The bad
stuff comes. It starts quietly. It builds. Then it subsides.
It is of course all that is on any channel. The casters are using
every scary word they can think of to get people to get out or hunker
down. They have already had stories about people who had a hard time
leaving lower areas. East Houston is getting hit pretty hard already.
They showed the sea wall. It is under breakers pretty often. The sun is
still shining here. I doubt that will last.
People were hoping this hurricane would turn right like several
others have done. Ike has made it far enough west that if it turns now,
it will just hit Houston. That appears to be turning right ... right in
Things to worry about now are water, electricity, city services,
food, and stores not being open. I am so glad I left work early
yesterday. Nat went out today and said everything is closed. She had to
hunt down some last minute essentials and to top off the car. We got
gas yesterday but only had enough cash on us to get 3/4 of a tank. I
kept the receipt just in case we were being gouged.
The gas station was very interesting. My mother told us she turned
off the main road and found a place that had gas and no line pretty
easily. She is in Missouri City. We are just off Westheimer and every
gas station was out of gas or had lines down the block. Nat nearly
jumped from the car when someone tried to jump in front of her at the
The only thing I wish we could have gotten that we ended up unable
to get was a box of .45 ammunition. The bullets I have are on the old
side. I'll have to remember to get some fresh rounds.
This storm could not have come at a worse time financially. We have
a big credit card debt for us anyway. Between dance lessons and school
stuff for Elle, paying off the Sam's card, and this storm, we are in
the hole by a good amount. I'm telling you, Faire is looking iffy this
year. I just ain't got the scratch
This is Kelly, Nat and Elle hunkering down. I'll blog while the
It looks like the girl is dumping a bucket of water on to some dry ice maybe. I have no idea. There was no explanation. Cool video.
Today's theme is cool science.
A real live propane powered flaming graphic equalizer.
Next time I'm trying to disguise my voice my voice on the phone... Never mind. I would like to hear someone like Bury White on this stuff.
Both videos shamelessly lifted from Geekologie. If you are going to lift, lift from the best.
In the beginning, there was root. Every program was installed thus.
This was not good enough. The frigging users and people who didn't know what they were doing needed a sandbox in which to play without destroying their entire machine. This need begot this.
Users rejoiced. Every piece of software that does not come with the stock OS started using this area and all was good for about fifteen minutes. Then, someone needed a place to work on new software and this need begot this.
But this did sucketh because it cluttered the usr folder and we all know how OCD programmers are. So the following was begot.
This place is far enough removed from the sight of every day that the following has happened without a tremendous amount of complaint from the OCD crowd.
This was not good enough yet. So, a whole new folder or sandbox was created for custom crap that needs to be done to each server for no good reason.
This simple example shows how the evolution of a social problem
solution works on a very basic scale. Are we any better off with this
structure in place? Well, it works.
This is but one more place where knowing the history of events is
reacquired in order to get your job done. Never, and I mean under no
circumstances, are things under the root folder to be messed with or
overwritten unless an upgrade to the OS is being performed. It has
gotten to the point that everything will break if things in the /usr
folder are played with. Firefox for example installs itself under
/usr/lib/Firefox/bin/ for God's sake. All the conventions are both
suspect and ignored at one point or another. It is anarchy.
When someone asks me from now on if I believe in creationism or
evolution or the world is riding on the back of an elephant on the back
of a turtle floating through space I'm going to answer "yes, thank you."
The more I learn, the more I realize I do not know. Every
learn about quantum and the greater universe, the more I believe in
God. In quantum, things and happenings both exist and do not
until observed. That is, all possibilities are ready to play out. They
just sit there not existing until life comes and trips over them.
In other words, nothing exists in the universe until it absolutely
has to exist. If no one is looking, as I drop my foot to the ground,
the ground suddenly hops in to existence as I come in to contact with
it. This is not true of course. It sounds good though. It is what
would be true if quantum made sense to just any one. Quantum doesn't
I have a good feeling about the new collider. Not really that it
will find anything that science has not already known about, but that
it will give people in power the excuse to let some really magical
piece of technology that "the world is just not ready for." through the
filters and on to the streets. I have some specific hopes.
To be honest, I had a minor hope that space aliens would go public
saying "You guys are about to blow yourselves up. Lets work together to
prevent that. Shall we?" No luck. Not even a frigging black hole. What
the hell good is that thing anyway? Actually, if there were just enough
matter on the earth to have a black hole, the collider might just be
the spark to cause the matter to collapse on a grand scale. Earth is
far from massive enough to do this. There will be no chain reaction.
Every day, I worry about making the mortgage payment, car payment,
insurance, water, Elle's school stuff. It is endless. I do not have
time or strength to contemplate the making of the universe. This is
sad. I believe that at any given moment in time the majority of people
across the world must be worried about something. Idle hands are the
devil's workshop. No matter how many conveniences or necessities
science brings us, the people who are really in charge will make sure
everyone has has something to worry about that does not conflict with
satisfying too many people's needs and worries at the same time.
This is why we do not have 500 mpg cars or cures for cancer. There is no money in it.
Right now is a bad time to loose an arm or leg. You will just miss the boat. I've heard whispers that people will be growing second hearts in place. The old damaged heart will then be removed like an appendix.
I didn't hear anything about growing brain material.
I've been waring my contacts quite often again. It took a couple
weeks to get back in to sync with them. They have astigmatisms
correction so they must sit a specific way to work. As a matter of
fact, if they are not sitting just right, they make things worse. It is
not quite as bad as not warring contacts, but it sucks.
This last time I ordered contacts I got two slightly different
brands. There was a warning on the page that this might happen. They
are in transition and sending out what is in stock. This is significant
because any difference between the contacts evokes a bout of
hypochondria. "My left eye is messing up because it is a different
brand" or "... different prescription." or "... because I touched it
earlier." or "... I slept on that side." or "... I put that one in
first." or "... I hadn't watched my hands thoroughly enough before
putting them in." or "... I washed my hands too thoroughly before I put
them in." or "... I've been blinking too hard." or "... I've been
blinking too little." or "... I'm dying of eye cancer and just haven't
figured it out yet." It is debilitating.
Last night when I came home I mowed the yard. The light was failing.
I could see better in that light than I have in years. This is because
I had my contacts in. I had them in all day, yet, they were still
usable. Since I had the contacts in, I was able to use the clear safety
glasses. The back yard got a good mowing despite the light. It was
Several times during the mowing I had to adjust the contacts. This
is normal. I have to adjust the spin o the contacts constantly. There
is no way I can touch the contacts while mowing the yard. I've been
puring gas. I've been messing with filthy things and grass and dirt. If
I attempt to touch my eye, it will end in disaster. I've learned to
blink in different ways to adjust the contacts.
When one contact goes blurry and I can tell it is because it is not
right side up, I look far to the outside and blink to spin the contact
that direction. Normally, they spin inward, so I try that direction
first. If that makes it worse I look far inward and blink hard. If that
does not work, I 'pop' my eye lids. That is, I close my eye, hold the
eye lashes with my finger against my cheek and try to open my eye. This
causes the eyelid to come off my eye with a little pop sound. This will
suck the contact off the cornea. Sometimes this is necessary because I
have dry eyes. The contacts cement themselves in place occasionally.
I repeat these actions until I can see. The first thing to try is
the hardest. Nothing. The contacts are designed to right themselves
during normal calm blinking. I have to stop, relax and look at
something far away. This almost never works, but it keeps me from
freaking out and throwing the contacts in the trash.
Something else to try is tilting my head down, looking forward and
blinking rapidly. This generally hurts, but does work occasionally.
This might lead to me pulling down on the skin under my lower eyelid to
make my top eyelid even tighter. The next thing to try is closing
eye, putting some pressure on the front of my eye with my finger and
looking back and forth a couple of times. I think these actions just
cause my eyes to water.
If I hold my eyes open wide most of the time, the contacts do not
rotate. When I squint or let my eyes half close for a while is when the
contacts get off kilter. Sometimes just opening my eyes up wide and
trying to blink as normally as possible will straighten them out. It
feels creepy when they move around on my eye. That will never go away.
I want clear vision. I would like 20/20 vision. I can't drive
because of my vision. I have three pare of glasses and contacts and a
little pare of binoculars and magnifying glass in my pocket all just to
get the most out of the vision I have. It is still not enough. It will
Contacts are a pain. Think about it. You have something in your eye
all the time. Hard contacts were torture. The Geneva Convention should
have something about them. I see just that little bit better with
contacts so I endure. Glasses are annoying and don't do as good a job.
I would like something like Lasix, but I cannot stand the thought of
having a flap on my eye for the rest of my life. The no flap Lasix is
dangerous and painful. I keep hearing about alternatives, but there
just is nothing right now.
The term Sushi has come up more recently than in my memory. People
have mentioned sushi off and on over the years, but it has been in the
background noise. Now, I hear an NPR story about blue fin tuna vs
Japan. Then I hear a story from someone at work about a buddy of his
getting stuck in a Korean Tuna net and having to use a crane to lift
them out. Then a guy has sushi for lunch. Nat calls me asking where to
get some cheap sushi for the afternoon.
I don't mind fake American sushi. I'm not much on eating anything
that is not cooked. Some fish is healthier than others. Maybe there is
a vast sushi conspiracy to get Americans to eat more fish. I thought
the oceans were over fished as it is.
I did not know until that NPR story that sushi was not popular in
Japan until refrigeration became popular in the 1950s. Before that only
fisherman ate raw fish. The rest might be salted or smoked right on the
boat to store it until they made port. I never put two and two together
until that story. Fish have to be put straight on ice to be used for
Some people view sushi as some kind of special thing. It is still
regarded as a delicacy. I hate to say it, but it has gone beyond main
stream. I'm surprised you can't get it in a drive through if I'm
honest. I've heard of people spending a couple hundred bucks on for or
so people at a sushi place. I hope that is the real thing.
... I want sushi.
So, I'm rummaging though the free video bin on one of my favorite video web sites, and come across something about Amy Winehouse something cocaine in a UK club. That is bad enough. The related videos are as follows.
Cops Seize Amy Crack video
I was the fan hit by Amy Windhouse
Police Arrest Amy Winehouse
Amy Winehouse Racist Video
Any Windhouse Showed Face at Hubby's Cort Date ... Bad Idea
Amy Windhouse doing coke on stage
Singer Amy Windhouse has damaged lungs
Winehouse arrested after drugs found in hotel
Winehouse faces arrest for multiple assaults
Rolling down the hill. It looks like this train has no tracks. Details ... details.
Somewhere in Queensland Australia. Pretty cool.
Stombled across a strange and wonderful story including the above song.
I really do believe this is just a slip of the tongue.
Reminds me of that Sinfeld where the chick refused to break up with George. "No, we are not broken up."
This event is old news. I want something cool. It was interesting to watch a guy in a Chevy truck beat Ferraris and such. Now it is all international and $150,000 to entry. It has become a whole 'thing'.
I need someone else to watch Ken Park and tell me
if it is a good movie. I like the movie. It is the only movie that
consistently makes me uncomfortable that I like probably because of it.
In the first of many disturbing scenes, a man makes his daughter
reenact a wedding scene.
Another scene has a father pee, the camera pans down just in case
you didn't get what was going on, after driving home drunk. Then molest
A grandson murders his grandparents while naked and aroused.
A young man masturbates with asphyxia while watching a video of
women playing tennis.
One of the lesser disturbing plot points is that one young man is
having sex with his girlfriend's mother. They have the most normal
scene where they are all at the dinner table shooting the breeze. The
unwitting father just wants to make the young man part of the family.
The girlfriend seems pleased. The young man and mother have a secret.
The little girl, the second daughter of the mother, has her own issues
that the movie only hints about.
Then, there is the orgy-esk scenes towards the end. They are two
guys and one girl, but they have a kind of party feeling. Not sure how
to describe it. By the time you get here, you want the release of just
having some kind of normal sex. You are glad this is going on because
it is not disturbing really. There is pillow talk about dreams of
escaping their small town hell mixed with sex.
I need to know if this is a good movie. I like it and I do not know
why. I particularly like the last trivia bullet in the above IMDB link.
Normally I hate movies that make me feel uncomfortable just for the
sake of making me giggle or shocked or squirm. This movie doesn't seem
to be out to get me with the uncomfortableness. It just reports the
happenings and lets me feel and think as I will.
I gave the example of Richard Nixon. He did virtually everything Democrats wanted. He got us out of Vietnam -- by withdrawing in defeat. He hugged Mao Zedong, the greatest mass murderer in history, in public. He imposed wage and price controls. He gave us OSHA and the EPA. His EPA chief then outlawed DDT, letting millions around the world die defenseless against malaria. He appointed Justice Blackmun to the Supreme Court, who went on to author Roe v Wade. He increased government spending to support a growing welfare state.
And what did conservatives get for all that? A Republican President resigning in disgrace, a sweep of Democrats in Congress, oil price shocks, a recession, President Jimmy Carter, our enemies emboldened abroad and a political albatross that hangs around the necks of Republicans to this day.
If McCain were trying to morph the Republican Party into Democrat-Lite, I would not vote for him. He could have demonstrated that by picking a Vice President like Joe Lieberman. Nothing wrong with Joe, but he's not a Republican. He thinks life is improved through government programs. Republicans think government usually is the problem, not the solution.
But McCain did not pick Joe Lieberman or anyone like that. He picked Sarah Patin.
And that changed everything.
Between things like the above post and my current candidate pissing me off lately. I just might bring my stubby little pencil around and bubble in the Republican ticket. It would save me the trouble of figuring out how to write someone's name in or vote for Bullwinkle or something along those lines. I'm sick of the election. I'm looking for an excuse to make it easier on myself to decide one way or the other. Once one makes a decision, the lack of wanting to change may be as much do to
Remember the Vette from a couple days ago? This is the same on-ramp, different car. This guy plows in to someone and takes off. If you recognize this jerk, please turn them in.
I could watch this sort of thing for a while. It is very interesting to me to watch the automatics eject the spent round and load the next. The AR-15 looking rifle surprised me with how hard the shell slammed against the guard before heading off forward.
It is early September. I've noticed the shadows getting longer at mid day when I take my walks at lunch time. The sun rise and sun set have not appeared to move that much. The sun hits me straight in the eye on the bus as we head East down Westheimer in the morning. It does pretty much the same on the ride home in the evening.
A friend told me a story years ago about driving home down the Katy freeway. It was early evening and the sun was straight down the road. That is bad enough, but the road was covered in water from a shower so all the cars were throwing up mist. On top of that, the sun was shining straight in his eye and bouncing off the shiny slick road. The bumper to bumper traffic was flowing rather briskly at about seventy to eighty miles per hour. No one could see anything and every one had a headache from trying to see something.