Archive | January, 2009

>Sore Winners

31 Jan

>I keep seein’ this in politics and I don’t like it — the winning side keeps right on kickin’ the losers long after the election (or whatever issue) is over.

Dogs roll in dead things, I thought people had more sense. Wrong again.

…Even a quick ‘net wander (at the intersection of “Rahm Emanuel” and “Dick Cheney,” who really do have rather a lot in common, personality-wise) turns up the most astounding vitriol. Hey, you guys know who segregated the Federal government? Progressive Democrat Woodrow effing Wilson, that’s who. (Opposed in Congress by Republican John J. Rogers, btw). And y’know who called out the troops to desegregate schools? Dwight dammit Eisenhower. What’s that do for your neat, inaccurate little worldview of white-hatted heros and black-hatted villians?

(NB: and yes, it is an issue when your guy cranks up the ‘stat in the White House to rolled-up-shirtsleeves level and chows down on a super-expensive steak dinner after chiding us proles over keeping our houses at 72 degrees and eating as much as we want. Geez, at least Dick Cheney will say “go (bleep) yourself” directly — and when that glorious day comes when I can afford to keep my house any more comfortable than 65- 68 in Winter and 75+ in Summer, I’ll hold a press conference. It’s also of concern that members of the party that claims to be ever so compassionate keeps beating up the defeated, even while hectoring everyone in earshot about the importance of “caring” and “reaching out,” not to mention makin’ sure that every bum gets some free condoms at my expense. I’m not much of a fan of the Republicans but the Democrats? Tellya what, as far as I am concerned their office-holders and party leadership can all, severally and each, get stuffed, thrice, sideways, with extra carborundum powder. On an hourly basis).

Politicians, worse than body lice; worse than skin fungus. And, worse yet, their blind partisans. Both sides will hate me for it but at any point in my lifetime, there’s not been anything in Washington this country wouldn’t have been better off without. Leave not a stone upon a stone and sow the ground with salt — we have more or less adequate State governments, closer to home, a lot less “professional” and much easier to picket, yell at and vote in and out of office.

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>Holy Cow

30 Jan

>…And I’m not talkin’ about the slice of salami that graced today’s breakfast, either: I feel amazingly better this morning!

My illness must have come on so slowly I failed to realize how bad it had become; I’ve been struggling awake in the morning, dull, groggy and hurting, then stumbling through each day. Still have a little backache but good heavens, what an improvement.

Maybe I’m not so terribly old after all!

>Schnowblogging

30 Jan

>At VFTP, Tam tells her side of the Roseholme Duo’s response to the Great Snowstorm of January, 2009. For my part, I’d gone to bed the night before exhausted, convinced the worst of it was over; the morning’s 12″ of pristine powder came as a jar.

–But let me backtrack: I had been feelin’ variably lousy for well over a week — thought I wasn’t sleeping well, or enough, that sort of thing; thought I was fighting off a touch of the dire-whatevers that had been going around at the Skunk Works. Er, wrong. After some serious physical work last Friday, I felt worse and even slipped away from Sunday’s BlogMeet early on account of it — feverish, drifty, lunch not terribly well-moored. By Tuesday afternoon, I’d finally admitted to myself that a physician’s attention was merited. I’d planned to drive up to doc-in-a-box that evening but road conditions were none-too-good and, Pollyanna me, I figured the main roads would be plowed by morning.

So here’s the dawn and me greeting it, fever, bitta shaking, achy, sore back; and even a nice hot shower is little help, just makes me steam faster. Tam was out shovelling long before I got out the door; I followed her trail to the garage, saw she had my car unearthed, looked at the height of the drifts and the swell way they flowed so nicely into our alley, looked at my dear ol’ Sears, Roebuck & Co. eee-lectric snowblower, steeled my resolve, and trundled the snowblower out to where Tam was laboring. Sent her after the extension cord (‘cos she did 99.44% of the lawnmowing last summer and therefore knows where it is — yes, our mower is electric, too, and we can mow at midnight or dawn without gettin’ death threats) and dug out across the alley — where I noticed our neighbor-plus-one had dug out her drive and the entire alley behind her house. The snow was nice and dry, not a lot of effort to push the snowblower through, “white death” flying away in a beautiful pure plume and I was already in that mental state where the effort could continue until I fell asleep standing up. Between the fever, exertion and cold air, I was about at operating temperature; lots of motion, not much “me” there. So I went ahead and connected our cleared space with hers, about ten minutes’ work.

…That had the added benefit of clearing out the alley for our very pleasant next-door neighbor (see Tam’s tale of sidewalk-shoveling).

Once that was done, I headed down the alley in the other direction, asking Tam to get the second, longer cord. It still didn’t reach far enough to do the entire alley (which we knew, she’d been shoveling and shoveling and shoveling, which was all the more reason to send her looking for an extension cord…) but did about half of what was left. And how ’bout that, our neighbor lent a hand at the far end. Before too long, we’d cleared a path all the way to the street!

I’d had my car warming up and about the time the way was open, I loaded up my stuff (moment of panic for my house keys, found in my lap, moment of near-tears horror when I look off my hat and looked in the mirror at the perspiration-soaked, matted mess that had been neatly ironed bangs and more-or-less brushed hair) and set off. The alleyway, fine; the cross street, semi-fine (plowed, it was, but not to pavement), mushed around the next corner and darned-near got stuck; mushed on out to a major street and things were okay — slick, 25 mph most of the way and my head spinnin’, but okay. Got all the way to the side street leading to Insta-Physician and high-centered my car on the corner; rocked free, waddled the car up to the parking lot, got stuck again making that turn, got free, parked it, and took five minutes or so just getting set, brushing my hair and gulping a sports drink.

Doc confirmed my own guess, wrote a ‘scrip and sent me on my way; the office staff suggested the biggo-mart next door to get it filled and I went there on autopilot, picked up some snacks, too, got stuck a few more times, came home, cooked, ate, took drugs, walked back to my room and pitched over onto the bed, out like a candle.

Slept for most of the next fifteen hours. Woke up and left the previous short post, went into to work, hurt like the dickens all day but felt a bit better over time — and, here I am, posting. I need to go take another pill right now.

And they say there’s no excitement in the Circle City!

>Later

29 Jan

>Content later — I’m playing catch-up after a day spent either at the doc’s, fighting snow or in bed.

>Two News Stories

29 Jan

>An interesting set of stories: One about Kelo’s wake, another about the Sun-King’s (Lichtarbeiter?) plans to expand the electric grid so’s it can suck up, in a centralized kinda way, all the penny-ante renewable energy sources that don’t exist yet.*

Put ’em together, whattaya get? A whole new flavor of Green tyranny! Still tastes of jackboot. Funny, that. But not to laugh.
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* Of course if we’re talking rooftop and backyard stuff, as long as you are synchronous with the grid, you’re more likely to be keeping it from being overloaded rather than creating any need for new high-tension lines.

>Sick Again

28 Jan

>…But not off work. Either I have very seriously annoyed my back, or something. My money is on “or something,” and I’ll be off to Immediate Care in the miserable snow early in the morning to find out. If I can get there soon after they open, I’ll likely get to work on time.

(Tam says, “That’s not miserable snow, that’s ‘eensy-beensy snowflings.'” You guys have no idea what I put up with…. Tamara, being fey. And after she shoveled the walks. The mind fair boggles).

Update: Something Else. I win, yayy. Pass the Cipro.

>’Six– Three Inches– 1" of White Death melting now’

27 Jan

>Ever notice how any medium-size or up snowfall has turned into Team Coverage of The White Doom even if it fizzles?

A rhetorical question; if you live in a place that gets snow, own a television that gets local channels and have it on in Winter, you’ve seen it.

Understanding the “thinking” that underpins this behavior is, I believe, instructive:

● Big snowstorms are Big News.
● They have to be covered as they happen; all the resources (distant reporters, extra cameracritters, live-on-the-scene trucks in the hinterlands, etc.) must already be in place so they will be there when needed.
● If you’ve got ’em, you’d better use ’em, or next time, you might not get ’em.
● Even if the first snowflake that falls…is the only snowflake that falls.

As near as I can figure, there’s no way the little boy can’t cry Wolf, though at least the best of ’em try not to do so too loudly when the “wolf” turns out to be a mouse.

…And “It’s there, we’ve gotta use it no matter what” goes to explain why there’s an antigun bias in the media; having sent a reporter to Very Faraway to report on snow, you will see a report, even if it’s, “No snow here.” So, if they had an AR-15 or a pump shotgun or a six-shooter…?

Sure, you or I would take it to the range or out duck-hunting, whatever. J. Average Reporter, on the other hand, mostly sees guns used to knock over liquor stores and bump off gang rivals — and he or she knows in his or her bones that any available resource will be used. Small wonder they get all weak-kneed at the notion of plain ordinary folk owning guns.

UPDATE: They got their de-darned snowstorm — about eight hours late. And now that we have worn out one entire shift of snowplow drivers, it’s time to do it for real. Oooo, baby.