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Dec. 21st, 2006 08:20 amMany happy returns of the day! =)
Dec. 21st, 2006
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Dec. 21st, 2006 08:20 amMacBathory Act One Scene Five
Dec. 21st, 2006 08:44 am"...and you just ran away?" Captain Pelham leaned over Jilkey and the others, his voice carrying over the still night waters from the Bloodhawk's mooring in the outer harbour.
"Aye," John Jilkey, quartermaster of the Bloodhawk said, "Three losses, and not a damn sight of the man. That boat is an infernal machine."
"That it is. L'Abattoir, you said?"
Jilkey nodded, "That is the name beneath the name, if you get my meaning."
"I have heard of the craft before, she seems to be gaining some notoriety, although perhaps now I know why I've heard naught of crew nor captain. For the love of God, I can't see how that little man can manage her on his own." The captain paced back and forth before the remnants of the shore party. "Do you speak French, Jilkey?"
( The quartermaster made a face, as if nothing could repel him more... (cut for length) )
"Aye," John Jilkey, quartermaster of the Bloodhawk said, "Three losses, and not a damn sight of the man. That boat is an infernal machine."
"That it is. L'Abattoir, you said?"
Jilkey nodded, "That is the name beneath the name, if you get my meaning."
"I have heard of the craft before, she seems to be gaining some notoriety, although perhaps now I know why I've heard naught of crew nor captain. For the love of God, I can't see how that little man can manage her on his own." The captain paced back and forth before the remnants of the shore party. "Do you speak French, Jilkey?"
( The quartermaster made a face, as if nothing could repel him more... (cut for length) )
Words just fail me...
Dec. 21st, 2006 09:09 amDespicable Fiend Attempts to Destroy Country - okay, that's what the headline should be.
What this nation doesn't need is more division. "Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all" with the addendum "so long as you look like us, act like us, help us take your money, think like us, make all checks payable to us, pray like us, and assist us in making everyone else do the same."
Really, if this guy swears in on the Bible, like he says he will, he really makes a case for it not being worth the price of the paper it's printed on. Unless of course, a lightning bolt strikes him dead on the spot.
What this nation doesn't need is more division. "Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all" with the addendum "so long as you look like us, act like us, help us take your money, think like us, make all checks payable to us, pray like us, and assist us in making everyone else do the same."
Really, if this guy swears in on the Bible, like he says he will, he really makes a case for it not being worth the price of the paper it's printed on. Unless of course, a lightning bolt strikes him dead on the spot.
Lest we forget...
Dec. 21st, 2006 10:34 am...that Micro$oft Windoze is actually built upon DOS, we are served with this reminder:
"Please restart your system for the changes to take effect."
For reference purposes, this would be like having to go out and crank start your Hummers and Lexii and Mercedes and Orang-utans and Porsches and BMWs and all other cars that presume to be spiffy, elegant, or made since, oh, the 1920s or so.
Stone age software, coming soon to a Vista near you...
"Please restart your system for the changes to take effect."
For reference purposes, this would be like having to go out and crank start your Hummers and Lexii and Mercedes and Orang-utans and Porsches and BMWs and all other cars that presume to be spiffy, elegant, or made since, oh, the 1920s or so.
Stone age software, coming soon to a Vista near you...
I made Cattlemen's Ribs for the holiday luncheon today...
Deb started them cooking last night, so they got about six hours or so, and then when I got in to the office at quarter to seven, I started them up again... just did a quick taste test and this just may be the best batch yet.
A couple of co-workers have commented on the aroma from the conference room - there are a few other crock-pots in there, but the smell of the ribs is filling the room. And the office.
Of course, the ride into work - 45 minutes with the ribs in an enclosed space - could probably qualify as torture under the Geneva Convention. The torture - and the amount of ribs that actually made it into work - would have been less if I hadn't gone through extensive mental preparation to convince myself that 6 hours wouldn't have cooked them thoroughly...
Deb started them cooking last night, so they got about six hours or so, and then when I got in to the office at quarter to seven, I started them up again... just did a quick taste test and this just may be the best batch yet.
A couple of co-workers have commented on the aroma from the conference room - there are a few other crock-pots in there, but the smell of the ribs is filling the room. And the office.
Of course, the ride into work - 45 minutes with the ribs in an enclosed space - could probably qualify as torture under the Geneva Convention. The torture - and the amount of ribs that actually made it into work - would have been less if I hadn't gone through extensive mental preparation to convince myself that 6 hours wouldn't have cooked them thoroughly...
Semi-Random Updatia
Dec. 21st, 2006 08:13 pmBeware the Ides of March. And 30' box trucks that scrape against Jersey barriers, drive over yellow line, white line, yellow line, change lane no signal, drift left, drift right, hey!
I actually exist. My car is silver, it is supposed to be visible. Do not shift lanes to the right while I'm there, Mr. Old Guy with Entire Clan in Car. If I hadn't stopped, I would have your license number and insurance information written down, and would be filling out police reports, which is not fun.
On a completely different subject, I actually exist. My car is silver. You were stuck in a left turn only lane a half a mile from the light and I was travelling at 55 MPH straight, almost, but not quite, within spitting distance of the right turn only lane which didn't exist when you cut right, forcing me to powerslide down the highway to avoid parking my engine somewhere between your trunk and front seat. I'm sure the whole collapsing car trick would have totalled both of our cars, and, quite possibly, your sorry ass. And I'd likely have a police report to fill out.
And now for something completely different. Speaking of ass, I have an incredibly cute one. Two days in a row, I've had a Personal Fan Club member decide they couldn't be parted from me. The guy today kept looking pissed off when he passed me (once we made it to four lane roads,) so apparently I may look somewhat feminine from the posterior view. The blonde the day before loved me so much that she stayed even closer - she was actually closer than most normal human beans get when they're stopped at red lights. She maintained this lack of distance even when I slowed in the passing zone, with no other traffic in sight. Given that last factor, I actually rolled to a stop. And still, she stayed glued to me. I am hot.
I suppose, if I drove a Lamborghini or a Ferrari or some other slinky Italian number, or maybe even some ugly pseudo-nice car (which covers most of everything else over the $50,000 price tag,) I could understand, but this is a Contour. Nothing sexy about it.
On a similar note, having nothing to do with any of the previous junk, much work has happened at the house these past two days. The project post has been updated and progressified to contain the latest and greatest facts. Our water is now soft and squishy, my hair no longer feels like a brillo pad, the crud in the shower feels like it might actually decide to come off if cleaned, and I have hope that the rest of the plumbing is happy with this nice, friendly H20 running through its veins. The basement already smells better, which is a marked improvement considering all the PVC pipe and sealant (think: airplane glue) used down there - in fact, it's barely noticeable today, despite more pipes going in today than yesterday. So, the dehumidifier works.
The radon fan is in a holding pattern with Fed Ex, which seems to have trouble getting clearance to land, something about a big fat guy in a red suit. Hopefully, that will be in tomorrow and Dave will finish up.
The holiday lunch at work went great - lots of compliments on the ribs, and a few requests for the top secret recipe (both of which were responded to with links to the entry detailing said top secret recipe for the whole entire world, or whoever happened upon it.)
Tomorrow: half day, and last day of the year for me at work - =)
I actually exist. My car is silver, it is supposed to be visible. Do not shift lanes to the right while I'm there, Mr. Old Guy with Entire Clan in Car. If I hadn't stopped, I would have your license number and insurance information written down, and would be filling out police reports, which is not fun.
On a completely different subject, I actually exist. My car is silver. You were stuck in a left turn only lane a half a mile from the light and I was travelling at 55 MPH straight, almost, but not quite, within spitting distance of the right turn only lane which didn't exist when you cut right, forcing me to powerslide down the highway to avoid parking my engine somewhere between your trunk and front seat. I'm sure the whole collapsing car trick would have totalled both of our cars, and, quite possibly, your sorry ass. And I'd likely have a police report to fill out.
And now for something completely different. Speaking of ass, I have an incredibly cute one. Two days in a row, I've had a Personal Fan Club member decide they couldn't be parted from me. The guy today kept looking pissed off when he passed me (once we made it to four lane roads,) so apparently I may look somewhat feminine from the posterior view. The blonde the day before loved me so much that she stayed even closer - she was actually closer than most normal human beans get when they're stopped at red lights. She maintained this lack of distance even when I slowed in the passing zone, with no other traffic in sight. Given that last factor, I actually rolled to a stop. And still, she stayed glued to me. I am hot.
I suppose, if I drove a Lamborghini or a Ferrari or some other slinky Italian number, or maybe even some ugly pseudo-nice car (which covers most of everything else over the $50,000 price tag,) I could understand, but this is a Contour. Nothing sexy about it.
On a similar note, having nothing to do with any of the previous junk, much work has happened at the house these past two days. The project post has been updated and progressified to contain the latest and greatest facts. Our water is now soft and squishy, my hair no longer feels like a brillo pad, the crud in the shower feels like it might actually decide to come off if cleaned, and I have hope that the rest of the plumbing is happy with this nice, friendly H20 running through its veins. The basement already smells better, which is a marked improvement considering all the PVC pipe and sealant (think: airplane glue) used down there - in fact, it's barely noticeable today, despite more pipes going in today than yesterday. So, the dehumidifier works.
The radon fan is in a holding pattern with Fed Ex, which seems to have trouble getting clearance to land, something about a big fat guy in a red suit. Hopefully, that will be in tomorrow and Dave will finish up.
The holiday lunch at work went great - lots of compliments on the ribs, and a few requests for the top secret recipe (both of which were responded to with links to the entry detailing said top secret recipe for the whole entire world, or whoever happened upon it.)
Tomorrow: half day, and last day of the year for me at work - =)
