Saturday, May 10, 2003

Job Opening for Klingon Interpreter


Update, via Glenn:
Looks like it's something that got twisted into an urban legend. Doh!

IMAO Acronym Wieners

Er, that's winners, of the IMAO Acronym Contest, where indecision reigns rampant and objectivity shrivels up and dies in the harsh light of whim.

Acidman Award goes to Collins, of Pave France, for:
"Infallible Male Anatomy Obsession"

Andrew Sullivan Award could goes to Slimedog, for:
"It's My Anal Outlet."

Realistic Possibility Award goes to MarkL of Quit That! for:
"In My Arrogant Opinion"

Rachel Lucas Award goes to Kelsey, for:
"Is Moore An Orangutan?"

Tuning Spork Sociopathological Award goes to jplsu for:
"I Make Agent Orange"

Socioeconomic Theory Reality in a Nutshell Award goes to Tuning Spork, for:
"Individualism Makes America Opulent"

Hey, is that allowed since there is also a Tuning Spork award?! Oh right, my arbitrary rules or lack thereof. Nevermind.

Maripat Idiotarian Lunacy Award goes to Tuning Spork - hey, how did that happen!? - for:
"It's Mainly About Oil"

Misha Award goes to - nooooo! - Tuning Spork, for:
"Idiotarians Make America Odorous"

Ïth Award and Creative Coinage Awards both go to Malory, for:
"Ithyphallicizing My Ass Off"

Puppy Blending Award goes to jplsu for:
"Instant Meat Additives OK"

Dyslexic Acronymism Award goes to Debbye, for:
"Is A Monkey Online"

Loose Interpretation of "Acronym" Award goes to Slimedog, for:
"I, Mao"

Utter Nonsense Award goes to Irreverent Monkey, for:
"Insert Midget Arming Ostrich"

Random Elimination Award goes to Kevin Feasel, for:
"Indubitable Missives Anathema to Obscurantists"

(I used various dice and elimination for this.)

Best Disney Movie Title goes to Slimedog, for:
"I married an orangutan"

Mobility Award goes to iJeff, for:
"International Moped Auto Organization"

Foreign Hillbilly Award goes to Collins, for:
"Inbred Mexican Adoption Organization"

Culinary Award goes to - surprise! - Tuning Spork, for:
"Italian Meatball Appreciation Organization"

Simian's Choice Award goes to Akula, for:
"Insane Monkeys Overthrowing Argentina"

Junior Oscar Award goes to Drumwaster, for:
"International Monkey Assassination Organization"

Orange Globe Award goes to Reverend Death, for:
"Instant Monkey: Add Oranges"

Gunslinger Award goes to Seafarious, for:
"In My Armed Opinion"

Runner-Up goes to jplsu, for:
"Interlopers May Argue Otherwise"

Grand Prize goes to Reverend Death, for:
"Instant Monkey: Add Oranges"

That's right, Frank cruelly blends oranges whole and drinks them down to give him simian power and wit. The secret is out. He remains jealous of Glenn because monkeying around with the power of oranges can't touch the power of puppies, or even (aahhhh) the power of cheese.

What Is My Animal Personality?

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The above description was writtin buy the speling bea apparently, but oh well.

Space Scuttle

T.L. James fisks congressman Joe Barton regarding his shuttle notions. Via Rand Simberg of course; his Transterrestrial Musings is way up in the list of my "must read" sites.

Shopping Time

Bubba has some entertaining merchandise just in yesterday.

Solution to the Deficit

Er... I think this was via Kieran Healy. Otherwise this is just a gratuitous link, and blatent disregard of the real source.

English Language

Acidman also points out a cool post on the quirks of the English language brought to us by Grouchy Old Cripple.


Vocabulary Lesson

Listen up class! Today you'll want to take a field trip to get a special vocabulary lesson from Mr. Acidman. It won't hurt your brain a bit, and some of you may even be eligible for extra credit.

Normalizing Women

Mrs. du Toit explains how to understand women, making it clear they cannot be normalized like a real database.

MLB Exhibits RIAA-Like Tendencies

Joe at Attaboy, Yankees fan supreme, reports on his anguish with baseball's idiotic broadcast rules. I don't "do" sports, but this is wrong by any standard, even if you're one of the folks who sits at Fenway chanting "Yankees suck! Yankees suck!" during games against teams other than the Yankees.

Eleventy-One Things, Part Five
(See part 4 here.)

45
I have never been out of the country except to Canada.

46
Come on, it's only Canada, and yet exiting the country even to go there always makes me strangely nervous, routine as it may be (say, at least 4 times a year).

47
The first concert I ever attended, beside a couple my class had at high school with semi-big names, was the Beach Boys, at Providence Civic Center late 1978.

48
The most recent concert I saw was The Guess Who, late last summer at South Shore Music Circus. They were absolutely unbelievable! They did the big hits of BTO as well. It all sounded just as it should, only better. I'd see them again in a second, and can understand why the people next to me had seen them in New York, then decided to drive up to Massachusetts to see them again a couple days later.

49
In between, I have also seen Moody Blues, Bee Gees, ELO, Foreigner, Pink Floyd, Cheap Trick, Styx with Pat Benatar, and... maybe that's it; thought there were more. Not a big concert goer, really.

50
I can't whistle. People find this just too weird.

51
I don't play any instruments. I can puzzle out things by ear on a single note by single note basis on piano, which my brother tells me means I could learn to play, gets all puppy dog excitable and tries to show me vast amounts in a couple confusing moments, but I'm like "chords? Huh?"

52
I have never been married.

53
I have never had children.

54
I have 16 nieces and nephews, and 2 grandnieces.

55
I always thought I wanted to marry and have children, but now I can't imagine it.



Chat

The GaggleChat tonight was great fun. I got to "meet" Gennie, Maripat, aka ThaurNaaar, Ith and Nin, and Melissa. Very cool.

Space Tourists

This is a good article, via Jerry Pournelle.

GaggleChat

I was seriously considering declaring winners in the IMAO acronym contest, but I have been sucked into a fun GaggleChat(TM). Maybe later...

Friday, May 09, 2003

Slutertarians Forever

I think I actually have some ideas on my mission statement as Secretary of Re-Education for the Slutertarians, but first I have other business to attend to, as you'll see in a while. This post is really just an excuse to show signs of life.

Happy Mother's Day

WyldWoods just pointed me at this article, which isn't quite a "that's sooooo wrong!" thing, but it's bad. No OT, comp time instead, but the employer controls when or ever the comp time can be used. If I read it right.

Funny thing is, I got an e-mail from the political action arm of the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, of which I used to be a member, and didn't even look at it. The e-mail was about this too, and said:

"Comp Time" Bill Ready for Congressional Action

Our nation's rigid wage and hour laws currently prohibit private sector employers from offering hourly employees paid time off in lieu of overtime wages. The Family Time Flexibility Act would permit, but not require, employers to offer compensatory time programs.


Talk about differing perspectives. It's tough, too, because for some employees and businesses, no doubt a reasonable comp time arrangement might be what both prefer some or all of the time. Why should that be forbidden completely? But why should the solution go entirely the other way?

Thought Mesh

Why I do believe I ought to add Thought Mesh to my blogroll next time I am in the mood to make additions. Yes indeed. Or at least consider it. Right?

Must Be The Season Of The Switch

Yesterday it was MCI. Today it was Sprint. I would almost swear it was the same woman calling for each company. I wasn't on the line as long yesterday, being in more of a "rude to telemarketers" mood. Today I laughed and told her it was an exercise in futility because we use almost no long distance, which is my usual approach unless they follow that with persistance. I love how the phone companies all call in bunches, like it's a seasonal thing.

I have to say, I love Verizon. They have never been anything but a pleasure to deal with. They've been remarkably patient the couple times I've let them go absurdly long without being paid. And by a combination of going with them for all service, ditching AT&T for long distance, and changing our local plan in a way they recommended to reduce the cost, I cut two lines by almost 40%.

Which is not to say I dislike AT&T. They were also a pleasure to deal with. I just got tired of a large and ever increasing minimum charge whether long distance was used or not, and when they doubled the base fee for the toll free number without notice, they were toast.

Dien' Pobiedy

Eugene Volokh writes about Victory Day, making good and interesting points about the Russian war role.

Sleep is Good, but Maybe Kirsten is Better

The previous two nights combined I got a total of perhaps 9 hours sleep. Last night I was ready to collapse, and still didn't get to bed until about 2:00. And I still picked up my book and read, getting unexpectedly sucked into it. After a while, as usual when I read in bed, I started dropping the book and not seeing what was on the page, so off with the light and into dreamland.

Not!

Boom, wide awake! I think it was pushing 5:00 before I fell asleep. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could picture was glowingly beautiful Kirsten Andersen. First her face, a combination of the top two pictures on the left, filled my mind, voiding all else. Then she was vividly in my arms, with me holding and cuddling her.

Not that this was an unpleasant image, but I really wanted to sleep, and it was as if I'd fallen in love just from a couple of awesome picture, but without realizing it until I closed my eyes and had my mind hijacked. No wonder she has a fan club.

Must make sure I don't look at her pictures the rest of today so I can hope to excize the images for more normal things, like worrying about money when I close my eyes to sleep. Heh.