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Unfinished business

Things I’ve had on my List of Things To Do for too long: Finishing my novel. No, my old novel. Stuck in an endless series of re-writes. A whole shitload…

Things I’ve had on my List of Things To Do for too long:

  • Finishing my novel. No, my old novel. Stuck in an endless series of re-writes.
  • A whole shitload of genealogical info to compile, esp. from Margie’s family, esp. from the family reunion two or three summers ago.
  • Mapping the yard, so that we can do some real planning for it.
  • Scanning old photos.
  • Labeling and booking the photos from our England trip two and a half years ago.
  • Labeling and booking all our other photos.
  • Sanding and restaining the rest of the railing in the house.

That doesn’t, of course, count the more mundane things, like finishing reorganizing the basement, doing the bills, completing the computer survey at the church, getting our wills notarized, doing my PBeM logs, or getting my new WIST site set up. Oh, and starting that supers game I keep saying I’ll be starting Real Soon Now.

So what the hell am I doing starting the NaNoWriMo thang? Hell if I know.

At the very least I won’t get any further than a month behind on it.

Irksome

Matt Welch is a left-of-center fellow who writes well. I like him. He’s currently incensed over an award-nominated blog in Australia that’s making some … less-than-convincing commentary about the war….

Matt Welch is a left-of-center fellow who writes well. I like him. He’s currently incensed over an award-nominated blog in Australia that’s making some … less-than-convincing commentary about the war.

And Tony O’Brien closes out the festival of reason with a triumphant use of scare-quotes and imaginative spelling:
But if we ‘civilised’ countries, full of ‘freedom-loving’ people wish to preserve our systems, particularly our time-honoured system of justice and of the principle of presumed innocence, isn’t the proper course of action to attempt to capture bin Laden et al, a la Milosevitch, and hand them over to an independent tribunal such as the European court of justice?
Milosevic slaughtered the peoples of Yugoslavia for a decade. For the first half of that decade, the world did just what the O’Briens of the world would have us do now – it sent in UN “peacekeepers” to deliver food, fretted a great deal, took pictures of the “tribal” carnage, and applied sanctions (oh wait, sanctions are bad, too). Anyway, Milosevic didn’t budge until he and his military were bombed, first in Bosnia, later in Kosovo and Belgrade. By then, the graves were full, the countries were ruined and the seeds for future war were planted. How many hundreds of thousands of American deaths is O’Brien willing to accept while we “attempt to capture bin Laden” without resorting to war?

Again, Matt is not some slavering conservative hawk. He’s a careful, well-spoken (ah, well-written) fellow who neither minces words nor suffers fools gladly. Consider what he has to say, carefully.

I’ll add another note. The blog in question goes on to ask:

And yet a couple of days ago didn’t I read that George – resorting to the b-grade cowboy movie dialogue that he loves so well – had given his special forces the nod to kill him if they find him? And why might that be? Might it be that they didn’t want him, at some date in the near future, blabbing off his mouth in front of a tribunal, and exposing the US role in all sorts of nasty business over the last couple of decades?

Might it be that bin Laden is a mad dog who needs to be put down as quickly as possible, lest (since “finding” is not “capturing”) he escape again? No, of course not. That would be too obvious. It must be a conspiracy by those damned Yankees.

Feh.

Christmas is coming, the advertisers are getting fat

And the award for the First Christmas Commercial of the Season, as witnessed by Margie and me? Anne Murray and (her badly lip-synced) Christmas Classics, brought to you by TVMusic4U….

And the award for the First Christmas Commercial of the Season, as witnessed by Margie and me?

Anne Murray and (her badly lip-synced) Christmas Classics, brought to you by TVMusic4U.

Operators are standing by … and will be for another two months.

The Saga of Three-Star Dave

Back in the dim, dusty, dark ages of my life, along about Summer 1994, my company got access to the Internet via e-mail. It was good timing, since I was…

Back in the dim, dusty, dark ages of my life, along about Summer 1994, my company got access to the Internet via e-mail. It was good timing, since I was seriously burnt-out from a six-month field assignment full of 18-hour days and bitter, hostile clients. I dove in like a drowning man to a swimming pool.

But at the time, I had a problem. Y’see, everyone on the Internet has a sig line. This has faded — slightly — at least in the circles I circle. But in those days, it seemed the bigger the sig line the better. Big, elaborate ASCII-art. Multiple boxes with names, addresses, pithy Blake’s 7 quotes.

Lots of which was obviously designed around an earlier era of fixed-pitch display fonts.

So Dave needed a sig line. But nothing that would look goofy when translated into Times Roman.

Ever the imaginative graphics designer, I realized that a fixed, left-margin text border would look cool, and would translate into any font.

So …

*** Dave Hill
*** dhill@pas01.mycompany.com
*** “Reality takes its toll …
*** … please have exact change.”

And so it went.

And eventually I was typing “*** Dave” enough that I was using it even in company e-mail (which, in those days, was still a minority of my traffic).

And now you know the rest of the story.

(Note that, properly speaking, there should be a space between the third asterisk and the capital D. In most display cases, though, like on the page title, I leave the space out, since, in those cases, that looks better. Irritatingly enough, though, Google ignores asterisks in its searches.)

Father/Daughter Time

Margie was guest-lecturing a class over at Red Rocks Community College (the importance of statistics to medical folks). The timeframe conflicted with a bunch of IT Honchos visiting the office,…

Margie was guest-lecturing a class over at Red Rocks Community College (the importance of statistics to medical folks). The timeframe conflicted with a bunch of IT Honchos visiting the office, so I couldn’t afford just to work from home. So at 9:30 a.m., Margie dropped off Kitten with me and drove off, leaving me to walk around the Denver West complex for a few hours with her.

It’s really a pretty business complex. The buildings are spread far apart. There are lawns, lakes, waterfalls, lots of trees. Almost bucolic.

Lots of geese around. Denver is a cross-over area. Geese from the north come down here for the winter. Other geese that winter further south come back here during the summer. But we get more of the former. Sure, they leave goose shit everywhere. But they’re still fun to see waddling around, and it’s really neat seeing them swoop in for landing, honking all the way, on the lakes.

“Duck! Duck! Duck!” quoth Katherine.

We found a little park next to the northeast corner of the complex. Katherine climbed up onto the high slide — and slid down with me. She enjoyed the merry-go-round (especially when Daddy ran to intercept her no matter which direction she ran on it). The sandy gravel was a particular favorite.

Swings are still on the no-go list.

I had to drag her away, kicking and screaming.

She recovered, as we continued on our way. We strolled hither and thither, enjoying the geese, enjoying the fresh air, enjoying the capital improvements DW Management has been doing since they were unable to sell the place. The latter improvements include some bronze statuary which Katherine found particularly fascinating.

We continued along our way, Daddy singing silly songs which do not bear repetition here.

As it turnedout, Margie’s class was a two hour one, not a one hour one, so it was a little bit longer time with Squiggy than I’d expected. But, y’know, it was good time.

A warning to us all

My sainted wife, Margie, comments on the Cheney/Bush post below: What worries me about Cheney is Bush’s repeated statements, “I don’t have anthrax.” That has been his pat answer to…

My sainted wife, Margie, comments on the Cheney/Bush post below:

What worries me about Cheney is Bush’s repeated statements, “I don’t have anthrax.” That has been his pat answer to all questions concerning anthrax at the White House. The very small conspiracy buff in me says, “Ahh, but what about Cheney?”

Be warned. Margie is infinitely better at figuring out plot twists on TV shows and movies than I am. If the “very small conspiracy buff” in her makes comments like that, take it very seriously.

A warning to the Saudis

When even the Wall Street Journal starts talking, seriously, about a US take-over of the Saudi oil fields, you know the relationship is in trouble. [Requires an e-mail registration.] Today…

When even the Wall Street Journal starts talking, seriously, about a US take-over of the Saudi oil fields, you know the relationship is in trouble. [Requires an e-mail registration.]

Today the dominant fact of the U.S.-Saudi relationship is that this “friend” is a principal source of funding for al Qaeda. The U.S. Treasury has identified several Saudi charities and a prominent Saudi businessman as bankrollers of terrorism. The Saudi response has been to decline to participate in an international consortium of more than 80 nations that have agreed to block the assets of terrorist groups.
This affront comes on top of the Saudi refusal to cooperate with the U.S. investigation of the 1996 Khobar Towers bombing, in which 19 American servicemen died. Since last month’s terrorist attacks in the U.S., numerous connections have also emerged between Saudi Arabia and the hijackers, some of whom carried Saudi passports. Many of those currently under arrest are Saudis, but the official Riyadh reaction has been to overlook these facts. All of this despite the fact that 5,000 U.S. troops are based in the Kingdom–less to protect American interests than to protect the Saudis from Saddam and other neighborhood bullies.
[…] The U.S. is so fearful of “instability” that it’s afraid to criticize the current regime, much less encourage it to move in a more democratic direction. But the status quo is hardly stable. The U.S. has looked the other way while the Saudi ruling family has stifled even moderate challenges to its power. This in turn has bred radical Islam as the only outlet for dissent, which the Saudis have attempted to buy off with cash for fundamentalist mosques and schools that promote the most venomous anti-American sentiments.

Trouble indeed.

(Via InstaPundit)

For America

“Five Things You Can Do For America” An American Muslim organization’s web page attempts to help Muslims around the world understand about America. Interesting reading. (Via InstaPundit)…

“Five Things You Can Do For America”

An American Muslim organization’s web page attempts to help Muslims around the world understand about America. Interesting reading.

(Via InstaPundit)

At least they’re not flying black helicopters

NATO crews are flying AWACS planes over the US. There’s a switch. I can’t wait for the conspiracy theorists to start in on this one. (Via NextDraft)…

NATO crews are flying AWACS planes over the US. There’s a switch. I can’t wait for the conspiracy theorists to start in on this one.

(Via NextDraft)

Who’s on first?

I was going to write this as a comment to a post Adam made, but when I reached my third paragraph, I decided I should blog it instead. Adam notes…

I was going to write this as a comment to a post Adam made, but when I reached my third paragraph, I decided I should blog it instead.

Adam notes an NPR story this afternoon …

“Vice President Cheney has been moved to an undisclosed secure location. Meanwhile, tonight the President will be attending Game 3 of the World Series.”

… and rhetorically asks, “What’s Wrong With This Picture?”

To which I say:

Actually it makes sense. And not just in a Macchiavellian “Well, you always knew that Cheney was the important one in the Administration, didn’t you?” sort of way.

We have people lobbing passenger jets at us. It’s altogether possible that, knowing where both Bush and Cheney are (even at separate locations), a conspiracy could take both of them out. Plus any number of the rest of the line of succession. Chaos ensues.

But the President can’t be the one to hide. That was demonstrated on 9-11, when Bush took incredible flack for not going to Washington ASAP. So he has to retain that air of normalcy, and do things like go to baseball games and hold press conferences.

For Cheney, on the other hand, it’s perfectly reasonable to ferret him away someplace where he can survive another wave of attacks. That only makes sense, actually, regardless of whether he’s the Puppetmaster President or not. Indeed, lacking a department to run, he’s the only one who can be so kept safe without impairing the activities of the Administration.

Yeah, it sounds weird in juxtaposition (and NPR may well have been aware of that). But it does make a sort of Worst Case Scenario sense.

Search results

I get few enough hits from search engines that it’s always interesting to me when I do get one. flash movie bin laden New Kumbaya my lordWhat’s interesting to me…

I get few enough hits from search engines that it’s always interesting to me when I do get one.

flash movie bin laden New Kumbaya my lord

What’s interesting to me is that this came from google.fr. The terms are in English, but the search engine was the French version of Google.

And then it’s fun to do the translation. “Le *** Dave fait le Blog”

Certains sont minces,
Et certains sont gros.
Le gros a
Un chapeau jaune.

Hours of entertainment.

Actually, I got another hit from Yahoo yesterday for “buffy the vampire slayer download ring tones”. The odd thing is, the search doesn’t find me today. And I don’t know why it would have found me anyway.

No-Call

Telemarketing Regulation Proceeds More info on the implementation of the No-Call law going into effect in Colorado. About damned time….

Telemarketing Regulation Proceeds

More info on the implementation of the No-Call law going into effect in Colorado. About damned time.

Time Passages, redux

A couple years back, Margie and I visited Britain. I’d promised her a trip before we started having to lug a baby around, so there we were. Wandering on foot…

A couple years back, Margie and I visited Britain. I’d promised her a trip before we started having to lug a baby around, so there we were.

Wandering on foot around London on Palm Sunday, we unexpectedly had a chance to go to Palm Sunday service at Westminster Abbey. Odd, the time was off, but what are you going to do with those crazy Brits?

Wander around the city some more. End of the day is to be a trip at the British Museum. Woo-hoo, great place. Only have a couple of hours to do it, though, so it’s going to be a bit of a rush. Spend lots of loving time around the antiquities, the Elgin Marbles, etc. Great stuff.

Wandering through the rest of the museum. Notice folks beginning to close doors. Odd, the museum’s open for another hour, right? More doors closing. More groups being ushered out …

Long story short, that was the day that Britain was shifting to their Daylight Savings Time. We’d lost an hour, and gone through the city unaware of it the whole day.

Crazy American tourists, that’s us.

“Dave seems like a cool, laid-back kind of fellow”

I find the little TITLE tags that folks include in their links to my site to be as fascinating as the links are themselves happy-making. I don’t know if I’d…

I find the little TITLE tags that folks include in their links to my site to be as fascinating as the links are themselves happy-making.

I don’t know if I’d call myself laid-back, or cool, but it’s an interesting observation. Thanks.

(Via speakeasy, who writes a very personal and nicely-thought-out blog)

Zombie humor

Zombie humor Q: How many zombies does it take to change a light bulb? A: BRAAAAAAAINS! The laughs keep on coming, folks. (Via Boing Boing)…

Zombie humor

Q: How many zombies does it take to change a light bulb?

A: BRAAAAAAAINS!

The laughs keep on coming, folks.

(Via Boing Boing)

Sniping at the appeasers

Sniping at the appeasers A Geoffrey Wheatcraft opinion piece from the Observer about the folks who Just Don’t Get It. Almost the worst thing about the bleating critics is their…

Sniping at the appeasers

A Geoffrey Wheatcraft opinion piece from the Observer about the folks who Just Don’t Get It.

Almost the worst thing about the bleating critics is their imperviousness to reason and complete lack of the intellectual humility needed to recognise that one may have been wrong. In the spring of 1999, I was one of those who deplored the bombing of Serbia. Elementary observation now suggests that Serb forces are no longer terrorising Kosovo, that Serbia is returning to something like democracy and that Milosevic is on trial. Would that have happened if we had dropped John Pilger, Julie Burchill and Simon Jenkins on Belgrade (tempting as that thought is)?
[…]At a time like that – and this – the only honest prescription is ‘pessimism of the intellect, optimism of the will’. ‘KBO’ was Churchill’s even pithier version of Gramsci’s slogan: keep buggering on, recognising that it will be a long struggle, but that it has to be won.

Good reading, if not cheerful.

(Via Matt Welch)

Masks and Candy

A collection of some of the goofiest packaged Halloween costumes ever. This is great stuff, folks. I bet this outfit would have been more dangerous to wear than the famed…

A collection of some of the goofiest packaged Halloween costumes ever. This is great stuff, folks.

I bet this outfit would have been more dangerous to wear than the famed all-black “Invisible Pedestrian” costume from the classic SNL sketch. You’re just asking to get your candy stolen, and be beaten within an inch of your life when you’re dressed up as Scott Baio.

‘Nuff said.

(Via Sillycow)

Death of innocents

One of InstaPundit’s readers has an interesting metaphor for civilian casualties in Afghanistan. It’s worth reading….

One of InstaPundit’s readers has an interesting metaphor for civilian casualties in Afghanistan. It’s worth reading.

I love the Java Jive, and it loves me!

Not only does it make you smarter and more physically adept, but caffeine’s also the key to curing headaches! They found that 58 per cent of those who took either…

Not only does it make you smarter and more physically adept, but caffeine’s also the key to curing headaches!

They found that 58 per cent of those who took either caffeine or ibuprofen alone reported complete pain relief from a headache – and the caffeine-takers typically experienced relief about half an hour faster. The caffeine dose was equivalent to that in a large mug of coffee, says Seymour Diamond, who led the study.
[…]After 90 minutes, pain began to recur in the caffeine-only group. However, drinking a second cup of coffee could probably prolong the analgesia, Diamond says.

This is, of course, old news to the makers of pain relievers laced with caffeine (Excedrin, I believe, is this way), but now we have Science to stand behind such claims.

None of this explains, of course, the frequent headaches I get at the office, even though I heavily self-medicate with coffee. But that’s just another mystery for Science to figure out.

(Via Blather, which, for my money, is one of the most attractive and soothing-looking sites out there. And he didn’t even pay me to say that.)

Time passages

When I was in college, I always thought it was unfair that “Spring Forward, Fall Back” meant that you gained the extra hour in the Fall and lost it in…

When I was in college, I always thought it was unfair that “Spring Forward, Fall Back” meant that you gained the extra hour in the Fall and lost it in the Spring — when it was really in the Spring that you needed an extra hour to catch up with a year’s worth of deferred homework and kegger excess.

I have had an epiphany, though. I know what will drive home networking (whether by Bluetooth or some other standard — knowing Micro$oft, probably the latter). It will be the ability to sync up all the clocks in one’s house to Daylight or Standard Time automatically, without intervention.

Back in the Good Old Days, you had perhaps a clock on your oven, one out in the parlor, and one in each bedroom. Maybe one in the car, but that was always broken.

Now it seems like every widget in the house has a clock on it. And all of them have to be reset when the time changes — except for the PCs, which may or may not reset accurately. And unlike the Good Old Days, when it was an analog knob you could twist one way or the other, every single clock — from your microwave to the one in your car radio to the one in your light timer — has a different interface to changing it.

Now pardon me, while I get up off my rocking chair and chase those damned kids off my lawn again ….