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Mr. Wilson’s Health
Hey Mr. Wilson - Some new health news came out over the weekend you should be aware of. Perhaps its time for you to get our eyes checked?
Concrete Progress
Have you ever removed a cement patio? I’m in the process right now. It isn’t fun. Oh, the exercise is good. I haven’t used my upper body like this in ... well, ever. But damn, all that pounding with a sledge hammer really gets to you after a while.
I reached a milestone today: I’m officially half-way there. After that I need to lower the base about two inches, level it out, put in four inches of gravel and an inch of sand, and then I can start to lay brick.
This new brick patio had better be worth it!
Mr. Wilson’s Cubicle
I had to drop off some things on campus today in the same building that Mr. Wilson works and decided to swing by his cubicle and surprise him. Nice cubicle Mr. Wilson. Your 6’x6’ space fits you perfectly!
Guess Who Visited My Yard Today
I let Daisy out shortly before I left for work. For some reason I decided to step into the back yard with her. And there, wandering across the yard, was one of these. He appeared to be an adolescent. He was wounded; he didn’t put any weight on his front-right leg. Unfortunately, I lost track of him when I ran inside to grab a camera and to tell the Missus to look outside.
A Jumpy ‘Publican
Rep. Spencer Bachus (R-Al.) is ticked off at Bill Maher, accusing him of treason. Maher’s offense? He made a joke about the military’s recent troubles fulfilling recruiting goals by saying “We’ve done picked all the low-lying Lynndie England fruit, and now we need warm bodies.”
That may well be the least treasonous thing Bill Maher has said in years. Methinks Mr. Bachus needs to get a life.
Grade My Analogy
Recently, somebody presented to me a deeply flawed analogy defending the smoking ban in Lincoln. I pointed out that the analogy was flawed and came up with my own. I kind of like this analogy, but I’m sure it isn’t perfect. I’m a pretty mediocre analogy-maker. What I’m asking is for you, faithful readers, to critique this analogy and help me make it better. Here it is:
You invite all your neighbors over to a party in your basement. Your neighbors know you throw great parties, so they all want to come. The problem is, you’ll be showing a Husker game on your 55” plasma HDTV, but most of your neighbors are Notre Dame fans. A few of your Notre Dame fan neighbors respect your rights as the party-thrower to show the Husker game rather than the concurrent Notre Dame game; some will go to your party anyway, and some will just decide to stay home or go elsewhere. But the rest of your neighbors are jerks. They think that since you offered them an invitation to your party, they get to control what happens at the party. They call you up before the party and say: “We took a vote. Two-thirds of us want to watch the Notre Dame game, so we’re going to watch the Notre Dame game.”
You are furious, and rightfully so. What gives them the right to say what YOU show on YOUR television at YOUR party? If they don’t like it, they don’t have to come! There are plenty of parties out there; why don’t they go to a different one that happens to be showing a Notre Dame game? Why don’t they have their own Notre Dame party? Why didn’t they at least /ask/ you to show the Notre Dame game instead of the Husker game? At least then you would have known that their feelings were strong, and that if you wanted them to come, you would probably have to show a different game. But at least you would get to have a say in the matter.
You don’t have many options.
You could cancel the party, but you already spent so much money on food and party favors. You could put up a fight, but you don’t really have the energy, and you don’t want to alienate your neighbors. Plus, you don’t want to get in trouble with the neighborhood association, the Board and President of which are mostly Notre Dame fans. Or you could quietly give in and watch your private property rights slowly erode. But at least you still get to have a party.Your Fighting Irish neighbors had a heckuva good time at your party, eating your food, watching your TV. Meanwhile, you and your closest friends—the ones you really were holding the party for in the first place, were forced to sit outside in the rain, watching the game on a fuzzy 12” black & white TV.
But at least the majority got its way, right?
Cranky?
I must be cranky today. I used variations of the word ”fuck” twice in the previous post. I try not to swear much on this blog. Swearing, especially in writing, doesn’t bother me, but it bothers a lot of people. And it would bother my parents, were they ever to stumble across my little corner of the blogosphere. I try not to do things that threaten my share of the inheritance, y’know.
It’s all Ted Stevens’s fault. Fuck the fucking fucker for fucking making me say fuck so fucking much.
Heh, any English majors care to diagram that sentence?
Stevens Up To His Tricks Again
I’m speechless. If $1.5M bus stop doesn’t convince the American public how fucked up Congress (and Republicans) (and the federal government in general) is, then nothing will.
I liked it better when I was young and unaware of these giant fuck-ups.
Pork
Pork. Massive, steaming piles of pork.
Will Bush veto over a measley (*snort*) $10B difference? It seems he will, but we’ll have to wait and see.
“They’re Wrong”
March 2004: “There are economic isolationists in our country who believe we should separate ourselves from the rest of the world by raising up barriers and closing off markets. They’re wrong.” –President George W. Bush
May 2005: The Bush administration is re-imposing quotas on three categories of clothing imports from China, responding to complaints from domestic producers that a surge of Chinese imports was threatening thousands of U.S. jobs.
Read the whole thing.
Deja Vu
Person Passing By My Desk: What’s that you’re eating?
Brent: This? It’s a chicken teriyaki bowl from Samurai Sam’s.
P: It looks really good. Smells good, too.
B: It is. And it’s both filling and fairly inexpensive.
P: Where is Samurai Sam’s?
B: On 17th Street, near the UNL parking garage, connected to the gas station.
P: Hmm, I’ll have to try that sometime. That looks really good.
That conversation alone isn’t all that remarkable. What is sort of impressive is that I had the identical conversation three minutes apart with two different people. Then, not five minutes later, a third person walked by and commented on how good my lunch looked. She had been to Sam’s before, and seeing me eating it reminded her that she hadn’t been there in a long time.
It’s not often that a fast food restaurant’s food draws so many positive comments. When was the last time you ate at Samurai Sam’s?
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