Deb Price seems to suffer from a horrible case, although it's not the worst I've ever seen. Excerpt:
But when history called President George W. Bush recently, it got a busy signal. In a single day, with a single inexcusable action -- tapping a white man to replace the retiring O'Connor -- Bush turned back the clock on women's progress.
In the decades since Reagan elevated O'Connor, six new justices have joined the court -- all but one of them male. Now, if Bush nominee John Roberts Jr. is confirmed, eight of nine justices will be male, eight of nine will be white. The lone woman -- Clinton appointee Ruth Bader Ginsburg -- is a 72-year-old with a history of cancer.
Surely, Bush understood the special symbolic importance of the person chosen to succeed the first female justice. O'Connor calls Roberts "good in every way, except he's not a woman," a Washington state paper reported. She went on to doubt that Bush would replace Chief Justice William Rehnquist with a woman. "So that almost assures there won't be a woman appointed to the court at this time," she added.
Bush could have secured a place in history alongside Reagan by nominating the first Hispanic. At the very least, Bush ought to have kept the court as diverse as it's been since 1993 -- with two women.
That's what his wife recommended. So did the public: 78 percent of Americans told the Gallup Poll this month that picking a woman to follow in O'Connor footsteps would be a "good idea." Giving yet another white man a turn was a very bad idea, regardless of the kind of jurist Roberts might become.
Roberts can never be another O'Connor. She's a permanent symbol that, in our great democracy, power is meant to be shared.
This is what happens to your brain when you start identifying people by a particular group, rather than as an individual. You no longer judge somone on his particular background or credentials, but rather by whathever group he can be associated with. Woman in the position? Only another woman can replace her. Black man? Only another black man can fill the spot, unless we're talking about Clarence Thomas, of course. And everyone knows that only other Hispanics(and God, how I hate that term, which lumps together disparate groups of people related solely by the language which they speak) can replace one of their own.
Ms. Price doesn't seem to recognize that, using her own brand of logic, Bush would be obligated to nominate a man. Obviously, O'Connor was an interloped occupying a position that men had held since SCOTUS was founded.
As an aside, I wonder what her take was on the nomination of Clarence Thomans to SCOTUS. I'm certain that she was wholly in favor of it, seeing as how Justice Thomas replaced another black Justice. Yeah, sure she was.
The Tour de France, that is.
In other news, water is still wet and the sun is freaking hot.
Does anyone care what the esteemed Professor Hill really thinks? I'm fairly certain that I'll sleep well tonight, regardless of any proclamations she makes, or fails to make.
Someone please tell me that this is a joke.
Some of you know that of which I speak. All others need to look here. Excerpt:
In Serenity, Browncoats are Independent Faction soldiers, a body opposed to the AngloSino Alliance in the Unification War. Defeated at Serenity Valley on Hera in 2511, Browncoats are forced to live as galactic outcasts. A small band of them skim the outskirts of the galaxy unnoticed until they find themselves caught between the unstoppable military force of the Universal Alliance and the horrific, cannibalistic fury of the Reavers, savages who roam the very edge of space.
Captain Malcolm Reynolds is a hardened veteran on the losing side of a galactic civil war, who now ekes out a living pulling off small crimes and transport-for-hire aboard his ship, Serenity. He leads a small, eclectic crew who are the closest thing he has left to family - squabbling, insubordinate and undyingly loyal. Mal takes on two new passengers-a young doctor and his unstable, telepathic sister, and gets much more than he bargained for. The pair are fugitives from the coalition dominating the universe, who will stop at nothing to reclaim the telepathic sister.
As a Browncoat, you'll access insider information, exclusive content and collect Credits (a form of currency) to win cool prizes. The Current Missions and Offline Tasks sections offer ways to earn Credits that can be redeemed in the Store for movie merchandise. You can also earn Credits by testing your Serenity trivia knowledge and participating in the polls. Stay tuned for updates to the Links, News and A/V Room sections, and compare notes with other Browncoats on the message boards.
Be sure to check out this portion of EW's 2005 Must List.
As an aside, I cannot believe that it's been almost 3 years since the show stopped airing. And I cannot wait for September 30 to arrive.
Have all of our elected officials in DC gone completely batshit insane? No? Then how do you explain retarded speeches such as this one from Rep. Tancredo. Excerpt:
A Colorado congressman told a radio show host that the U.S. could "take out" Islamic holy sites if Muslim fundamentalist terrorists attacked the country with nuclear weapons.
Rep. Tom Tancredo made his remarks Friday on WFLA-AM in Orlando, Fla. His spokesman stressed he was only speaking hypothetically.
Talk show host Pat Campbell asked the Littleton Republican how the country should respond if terrorists struck several U.S. cities with nuclear weapons.
"Well, what if you said something like — if this happens in the United States, and we determine that it is the result of extremist, fundamentalist Muslims, you know, you could take out their holy sites," Tancredo answered.
"You're talking about bombing Mecca," Campbell said.
"Yeah," Tancredo responded.
Thanks, dickhead. You've just written the slogan for Al Qaeda's recruiting poster.
I've ceased to be amazed at the ridiculous quantites of horseshit that politicans vomit forth every day. The brain-asshole filter doesn't work too well, apparently, when your head is shoved completely up into your ass.
Rep. Tancredo, I give you credit: you've exceeded the fault tolerances for asshats AND asshelmets and moved into the next generation of idiocy: ass-turtlenecks. You dumbass.
Reposted from my old site. Why? Because I'm feeling lazy.
Too bad I don't have Photoshop or I would have made these pictures a Filthy Lie about Evil Glenn, proving that he loves women almost as much as he loves puppies. In any event, if any of you single ladies out there are still searching for Mister Right, I submit the following 3 entries for your approval. #1:
It's not often that you see such love and compassion, protecting those women from the discomfort that they would suffer on the hard seat of a tractor. Now it's time for #2:
A chauvinist would have carried the larger carton of beverages, thereby demonstrating that he thinks women are the weaker sex. This man is a true feminist. And now for the final entry, here is #3 nominee for Man of the Year:
Such a man. He allows this woman to get the exercise she craves, all the while pacing steps ahead so as not to bother her while he indulges in his vice. Truly, a man among men.
Mine complains when I take it out for a 5-mile jog. The problems start when I forget to put it back in. Anyway, interesting commentary from Orson Scott Card. Looks like my years as a vidiot weren't completely wasted.Excerpt:
When you play videogames, you're giving your brain an intense workout, and the skills you're developing are useful across the board.
It's not like riding a bike, where the muscles you develop are useful for riding a bike. When you're playing a videogame, you're stretching your ability to notice things with your peripheral vision (useful for driving cars without killing people), recognize patterns, remember intricate series of events, and to delay instant gratification for greater rewards later.
Most of all, you're practicing learning.
Compare it to homework, where you simply repeat what you've already learned until it's boring. It never gets faster. And if you're making mistakes, you don't get any feedback until the teacher grades your work and hands it back.
With videogames, you get instant response to your mistakes and a chance to correct them right away. And when you've mastered a pattern or figured out a puzzle and moved on, the next puzzle is more challenging and the next pattern is faster or more complex ... or both.
Videogames keep you constantly on the edge of your abilities, stretching, growing.
American amber is noteworthy for its relatively even balance between malt and hop expression. This is quite unusual, and not only for newer American beer styles. In most instances balance does not imply equal proportions of sweetness and bitterness (malt and hop). On the contrary, it should be judged solely in terms of the appropriateness for its style. For example, pale ale is typically dry and assertively bitter, not sweet and malty. On the other hand, brown ale tends to have more malt sweetness and toastiness, with decidedly less hop expression. The proper balance for each is quite different. In amber ales, hops and malts mesh almost perfectly - both are evident, but neither dominates.
Look here for some foods that go well with this type of beer.
And it isn't Paul Begala. Excerpt:
Young liberals this week flocked to the nation's capital to hear, among other things, liberal television pundit and Democrat political strategist Paul Begala accuse Republicans of wanting to kill him and his children to preserve tax cuts for the rich.
Damn straight. How else am I going to be able to afford a bigger yacht?
Ace has the scoop, and the photos to boot.
I'm reminded of the USS Cole attack almost every day because I drive over this bridge on the way home: "Hull Maintenance Technician 2nd Class Kenneth Eugene Clodfelter -USS Cole Bridge". You can find brief bio's of all the victims here, including photos.
I typically bash most actions taken by politicians, because most of it's just political posturing. Sometimes, though, they do the right thing. This was one of those time.
Were you aware of the fact that in 17 states in this country, sex with animals isn't illegal? And one of those states is Washington.
This story gives me the creeps. The ick factor is a little too high for a Monday morning. Come to think of it, it's too high for any day.
Oh, and if you're feeling artisitic, create your own movie trailer here.
Well, since my next post in the Brewing Your First Beer series will be about bottling, it seems appropriate to throw in a link to bottle-conditioning, which is the method we will use to carbonate our beers.
For more beer history, check out this site.
Links courtesy of Jennifer's History and Stuff.
I've been lax about submitting recipes to the Carnival, so this week I've posting two. Let me know how you like 'em
Cocoa - Spice Snackin' Cake
1/4 c Butter or margarine; melted
1/4 c Hershey's® cocoa
3/4 c Applesauce
1 1/4 c Unsifted all-purpose flour
1 c Sugar
3/4 ts Baking soda
1/2 ts Cinnamon
1/4 ts Ground nutmeg
1/4 ts Salt
1 Egg; beaten
1/2 c Nuts; chopped
Combine melted butter and cocoa; blend in applesauce. Combine flour, sugar, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt in large bowl. Blend in cocoa mixture and egg until dry ingredients are moistened. Stir in nuts.
Spread in greased 9-inch square pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 to 35 minutes or until cake tester comes out clean. Cool in pan.
Reese's Brownies ( Made From Scratch)
3/4 c Hershey's cocoa
2 ea Eggs
1/2 ts Baking soda
2 c All-purpose flour(unsifted)
2/3 c Butter (melted)
1 ts Vanilla
1/2 c Water (boiling)
1/4 ts Salt
2 c Sugar
2 c Reese's peanut butter chips
Stir cocoa and baking soda in mixing bowl. Blend in 1/3 cup melted butter. Add boiling water; stir until mixture thickens. Stir in sugar, eggs and remaining 1/3 cup butter; stir until smooth. Add flour, vanilla and salt; blend completely. Stir in peanut butter chips. pour into lightly greased 13x9 inch baking pan. Bake at 350 for 30 to 35 minutes.
Cool completely, cut into bars.
The Sorting Hat chose well:
I'm a little slow this week, but it appears that One Happy Dog Speaks has moved into its nice, spiffy MuNu digs. And VW Bug is the hostess for this week's Carnival of the Recipes. Send you entry to recipe-dot-carnival at gmail-dot-com.
I've simply got to remember to submit an entry this week.
Sure, he's a genuine conservative. He also tends to give the rest of us conservative types a bad name because Senator Santorum suffers from an acute case of Foot In Mouth disease. Excerpt:
What drew the concentrated ire of the Bay State's congressional delegation was Santorum's decision this week to repeat his three-year-old comment that liberalism was at the root of the scandal over child sex abuse in the church.
"Priests, like all of us, are affected by culture," Santorum wrote in a July 12, 2002 article for the Web site Catholic Online. "When the culture is sick, every element in it becomes infected. While it is no excuse for this scandal, it is no surprise that Boston, a seat of academic, political and cultural liberalism in America, lies at the center of the storm."
Moron. Now I find myself agreeing with a crapweasel such as Ted Kennedy. Ugh. Well, blind squirrel, nut, etc..
Update: Captain Ed is of the same opinion:
As a Catholic and a conservative, nothing would please me more than if we could blame the sexual-abuse scandals of the Church on a permissive society. Unfortunately, it simply isn't true. Pedophilia has nothing to do with liberal sexual mores. The sexual abuse of children involves illnesses without cures, and the scandals have to do with a church hierarchy that refused to recognize that and keep sick priests away from vulnerable boys and girls.
Normally I would rather eat raw squid with mushrooms and beets than agree with Ted Kennedy and John Kerry. Neither of these men conducted themselves with much honor during their political careers. Both owe so many apologies to so many people that hearing them call for someone else to apologize almost makes me spit out my beverage over my laptop screen.
In this case, however, they're right.
Update: Michelle Malkin agrees that Ted Kennedy is right which, by my reckoning, means that the seas should be turning to blood any second, or maybe it'll rain frogs. Then again, cats and dogs have been known to live together on occassion, so maybe I'm jumping to an unwarranted conclusion. We should know soon enough.
Outsourcing overseas? How about over only 3 miles of seas? Excerpt:
What San Diego-based start-up SeaCode Inc. plans to do is nothing if not novel: anchor a cruise ship three miles off the coast of Los Angeles, fill it with up to 600 programmers from around the world, eliminate visa restrictions and make it easy for customers to visit the site via water taxi. The two men behind the venture -- Roger Green, who describes himself as an IT and outsourcing veteran, and IT consultant David Cook, whose job history includes a stint as a ship captain -- recently discussed their plan in an interview with Computerworld.
What is the business model? Green: The promise of the benefits of outsourcing in distant lands doesn't come free. Most of the gotchas are related to the geography and to the cultural difference.
What are some of those gotchas? Green: Communicating requirements, doing knowledge transfer [and] managing the project are very difficult to do even when you are in the same building, [let alone] when it's across the world.
That's the same argument made by nearshore providers in Canada. Cook: But we offer the price of India with the proximity of the United States -- that's the differentiator.
Look to see a bill in Congress outlawing this in the near future.
Tuesday Morning Quarterback returns the first week of August.
Five of the top 20 have to do with Social Security politics. Only two items in the top 30 have anything directly to do with educating children. As Michelle Malkin points out, however, they made room during their efforts to demand a withdrawal from Iraq (number 61), oppose CAFTA, (number 63), and support the boycott of Gallo Wines (number 47).
If I wanted to parody the NEA, I couldn't draft a better list than this. Anyone arguing that this special-interest group has the welfare of children as its first priority should read this list carefully and often.
I think that this item will be under my tree this year, even if I have to buy the darned thing myself.
Horsemeat: it's what's for dinner.
Take 2 and the rest of the world can go to hell for up to 8 full hours.
ST. MOMMA’S WORT
Plant extract that treats mom’s depression by rendering preschoolers unconscious for up to two days.
EMPTYNESTROGEN Suppository that eliminates melancholy and loneliness by reminding you of how awful they were as teenagers and how you couldn’t wait till they moved out.
Liquid silicone drink for single women. Two full cups swallowed before an evening out increases breast size, decreases intelligence, and prevents conception.
When taken with Peptobimbo, can cause dangerously low IQ, resulting in enjoyment of country music and pickup trucks.
Increases life expectancy of commuters by controlling road rage and the urge to flip off other drivers.
Potent anti-boy-otic for older women. Increases resistance to such lethal lines as, “You make me want to be a better person...Can we get naked now?”
Injectable stimulant taken prior to shopping Increases potency, duration, and credit limit of spending spree.
Relieves headache caused by a man who can’t remember your birthday, anniversary, phone number, or to put the toilet seat back down.
A spray carried in a purse or wallet to be used on anyone too eager to share their life stories with total strangers in elevators.
When administered to a boyfriend or husband, provides the same irritation level as nagging him
"Look ma! No hands(because I blew them off the infidel bastards)!"
So terrorist Abdurahman Khadr's story is being made into a movie. Holy crap! And I thought that having Oliver Stone make a 9/11 movie was a bad idea. I can already see the MSM fawning over this picture. And it's already begun. Excerpt:
Vincent Newman, president of Vincent Newman Entertainment, who bought the rights, is quoted hailing Khadr’s “a classic black sheep story—a story about the rebel of the family.” Khadr meanwhile has reserved the rights to develop the screenplay. Variety notes that “it appears it will follow the storyline that makes him look best....”
I guess getting his tongue pierced was too last century for Khadr. Maybe the movie will tell of his new career selling T-shirts with eye-catching slogans:
1) "Mom and dad blew up a busload of tourists and all I got was this loust T-shirt"
2) "My other car is an exploding suicide Deathmobile"
3) "Infidels? I LOVE the infidels. PULL!!"
Better yet, let's flog all of the jag-offs filing frivolous lawsuits like this one: women who car-pool are getting sued by a transit company for lost revenue. Excerpt:
They might have been congratulated for their "green" efforts in an area of heavy air pollution.
Instead a group of French cleaning ladies who organised a car-sharing scheme to get to work are being taken to court by a coach company which accuses them of "an act of unfair and parasitical competition".
The women, who live in Moselle and work five days a week at EU offices in Luxembourg, are being taken to court by Transports Schiocchet Excursions, which runs a service along the route. It wants the women to be fined and their cars confiscated.
Two years ago a business tribunal threw out the company's case. It is now pursuing the women in a higher court, claiming that their action has cost it €2m (£1.4m).
The women explained that for many years cleaners used the TSE line for the 40-minute ride across the border, which cost them €110 (£76) a month.
"Using our cars is quicker and at least twice as cheap. And on the bus we didn't have the right to eat or even to speak," said Martine Bourguignon. Odette Friedmann added: "In the evening instead of coming to get us at 9.30pm the bus would arrive at 10.30pm. If you made any comment to the driver you'd get a mouthful of abuse."
"It's absurd and ridiculous," said the women's lawyer, Cécile Klein-Schmitt. "I don't see how any magistrate can find any legal basis for this case."
TSE is also suing the women's employer, Onet-Luxembourg. "They've basically accused us of inciting the car-sharing scheme when we have nothing to do with the method of transport used by our staff," said director Frédéric Sirerol.
The court case will be heard in January next year.
Related update: Apparently it's illegal in Japan to mock the French. That's okay. I'm glad to pick up the slack over here in the US. Bashing those cheese-eating surrender asswarts makes me smile. A lot.
From About.com. Excerpt:
The birth of a hurricane starts as a low pressure zone and builds into a tropical wave of low pressure.
In addition to a disturbance in the tropical ocean water, the storms that become hurricanes also require warm ocean waters (above 80°F or 27°C down to 150 feet or 50 meters below sea level) and light upper level winds.
A tropical wave grows in intensity and then may grow to become an organized area of showers and thunderstorms known as a tropical disturbance. This disturbance becomes an organized area of tropical low pressure that is called a tropical depression based on cyclonic winds (counter-clockwise in the Northern Hemisphere and clockwise in the Southern Hemisphere). A tropical depression's wind speed must be at or below 38 miles per hour (mph) or 62 km/hr when averaged out over one minute. These winds are measured at 33 feet (10 meters) above the surface.
Once average winds reach 39 mph or 63 km/hr then the cyclonic system becomes a tropical storm and receives a name while tropical depressions are numbered (i.e. Tropical Depression 4 became Tropical Storm Chantal in the 2001 season.) Tropical storm names are preselected and issued alphabetically for each storm.
There are approximately 80-100 tropical storms annually and about half of these storms become full-fledged hurricanes. It is at 74 mph or 119 km/hr that a tropical storm becomes a hurricane. Hurricanes can be from 60 to almost 1000 miles wide. They vary widely in intensity; their strength is measured on the Saffir-Simpson scale from a weak category 1 storm to a catastrophic category 5 storm. There were only two category 5 hurricanes with winds over 156 mph and a pressure of less than 920 mb (the world's lowest pressures ever recorded were caused by hurricanes) that struck the United States in the 20th century. The two were a 1935 hurricane that struck the Florida Keys and Hurricane Camille in 1969[Note: Hurricane Andrew has been upgraded from Category 4 to 5 since this was written]. Only 14 category 4 storms hit the U.S. and these included the nation's deadliest hurricane - the 1900 Galveston, Texas hurricane and Hurricane Andrew which hit Florida and Louisiana in 1992.
A blonde had a near death experience that has changed her forever. The other day, she went horseback riding. Everything was going fine until the horse started bouncing out of control. She tried with all her might to hang on, but was thrown off.
Just when things could not possibly get worse, her foot got caught in the stirrup. When this happened, she fell head first to the ground. Her head continued to bounce harder as the horse did not stop or even slow down.
Just as she was giving up hope and losing consciousness, the Wal-Mart manager came out and unplugged it.
I was flipping between the All-Star game and whatever Skinemax movie was on. Turns out that I should have been reading Protein Wisdom's live-blogging extravganza instead. Except Jeff doesn't usually post pictures of boobies. I guess that the movie channels still rule.
Michelle Malkin reports on something that I've have thought as likely as the sun rising in the West: Molly Ivins an apology and and correction.
I'd long since relegated Ivins to the Kossacks bin of frothing and insanity. However, kudos to Molly for doing the right thing and admitting that she was not only wrong, but egregiously so. Anyway, Ms. Ivins, this one's for you:
Okay, technically I haven't been invitied, which might have something to do with the whole penis thing. However, being a wallflower at a gathering of the ladies of The Cotillion sounds pretty good to me. Sexy, smart women everywhere I look.
Bang, zoom, into the blogroll with you!
Looks like curry helps prevent cancer. No word on the research into what I feel is the ultimate prevention: pizza and Coke.
Update: Steve noticed, too, and from a reliable source: Paul Harvey. Sure, he can't stop shilling for Pleasant's Hardware and all of his other advertisers, but he's pretty much a no bullshit sort of guy.
Roadhouse 2. I Know What You Did Last Summer 3. Hollow Man 2?! Check out this article for the gruesome details.
You know what's really bad? Jennifer Love Hewitt won't be appearing in the third installment of IKWYDLS. Being a student of fashion, let me just say that her bikini top in the first sequel was quite eye-catching. If you don't know of what I speak, check out this link.
I thought that I'd inject a little bit of reality into the stem-research debate. Below is the list of disorders that stem cells are used to either treat or cure:
Acute Lymphoblast Leukemia (ALL)
Acute Myelogenous Leukemia (AML)
Acute Biphenotypic Leukemia
Acute Undifferentiated Leukemia
Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia (CML)
Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia (CLL)
Juvenile Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia (JCML)
Juvenile Myelomonocytic Leukemia (JMML)
Refractory Anemia (RA)
Refractory Anemia with Ringed Sideroblasts (RARS)
Refractory Anemia with Excess Blasts (RAEB)
Refractory Anemia with Excess Blasts in Transformation (RAEB-T)
Chronic Myelomonocytic Leukemia (CMML)
Stem Cell Disorders
Aplastic Anemia (Severe)
Paroxysmal Nocturnal Hemoglobinuria (PNH)
Pure Red Cell Aplasia
Agnogenic Myeloid Metaplasia (myelofibrosis)
Chronic Granulomatous Disease
Neutrophil Actin Deficiency
Other Inherited Disorders
Inherited Platelet Abnormalities
Amegakaryocytosis / Congenital Thrombocytopenia
Inherited Metabolic Disorders
Hurler's Syndrome (MPS-IH)
Scheie Syndrome (MPS-IS)
Hunter's Syndrome (MPS-II)
Sanfilippo Syndrome (MPS-III)
Morquio Syndrome (MPS-IV)
Maroteaux-Lamy Syndrome (MPS-VI)
Sly Syndrome, Beta-Glucuronidase Deficiency (MPS-VII)
Mucolipidosis II (I-cell Disease)
Familial Erythrophagocytic Lymphohistiocytosis
Inherited Erythrocyte Abnormalities
Beta Thalassemia Major
Sickle Cell Disease
Inherited Immune System Disorders
Leukocyte Adhesion Deficiency
Bare Lymphocyte Syndrome
Severe Combined Immunodeficiency (SCID)
SCID with Adenosine Deaminase Deficiency
Absence of T & B Cells SCID
Absence of T Cells, Normal B Cell SCID
Common Variable Immunodeficiency
X-Linked Lymphoproliferative Disorder
Plasma Cell Disorders
Plasma Cell Leukemia
Renal Cell Carcinoma
As an FYI: all of the treatments above use adult stem cells. Currently, no embryonic stem cell research has reached the clinical trial phase.
* While ears need to be cleaned regularly, this is a job that should be done in private using one's OWN truck keys.
* Proper use of toiletries can forestall bathing for several days. However, if you live alone, deodorant is a waste of good money.
* Dirt and grease under the fingernails is a social no-no, as they tend to detract from a woman's jewelry and sometimes alter the taste of finger foods.
* When decanting wine, make sure that you tilt the paper cup, and pour slowly so as not to "bruise" the fruit of the vine.
* If drinking directly from the bottle, always hold it with your fingers covering the label.
ENTERTAINING IN YOUR HOME
* A centerpiece for the table should not be something prepared by a taxidermist.
* Do not allow the dog to eat at the table...no matter how good his manners
DATING (Outside the Family)
* Always offer to bait your date's hook, especially on the FIRST date.
* Be aggressive. Let her know you're interested: "I've been wanting to go out with you ever since I read that stuff on the bathroom wall two years ago."
* Establish with her parents what time she is expected back. Some will say 10:00 PM; others might say "Monday." If the latter is the answer, it is the man's responsibility to get her to school on time.
* Crying babies should be taken to the lobby. and picked up immediately, after the movie has ended.
* Refrain from talking to characters on the screen. Tests have proven they can't hear you.
* Livestock, usually, is a poor choice for a wedding gift.
* When kissing the bride, it's impolite to use your tongue.
* For the groom, at least, rent a tux. A leisure suit with a cummerbund and a clean bowling shirt is considered tacky in some circles
* Though uncomfortable, say "yes" to socks and shoes for this special occasion.
* Dim your headlights for approaching vehicles; Even if the gun is loaded, and the deer is in sight.
* When approaching a four-way stop, the vehicle with the largest tires and the most guns in the rack always has the right of way.
* Never tow another car using pantyhose and duct tape.
* When sending your wife down the road with a gas can, it is impolite to ask her to bring back beer.
* Never relieve yourself from a moving vehicle, especially when driving.
* Do not lay rubber when leaving a funeral or burial site.
TIPS FOR ALL OCCASIONS
* Never take beer to a job interview, leave it outside.
* Always identify people in your yard before shooting at them.
* It's considered tacky to take a cooler to church, no matter how long the sermon.
* If you have to vacuum the bed, it is time to change the sheets.
* Even if you're certain that you are included in the will, it is still considered poor taste to drive a U-Haul to the funeral home.
Andrea has moved. Again. I'm just glad that she leaves a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow. In any event, be sure that you add Least Loved Bedtime Stories to your blogroll, if you haven't already.
Courtesy of Argghhh! comes this little gem:
Frankly, I sometimes think the New York cocktail crowd thinks Dr. Strangelove was a documentary.
Season Two of Battlestar Galactica kicks off this Friday. Missed Season One? Not to worry; the Sci-Fi channel is running a BS marathon on Wednesday. And if you want to refresh your memory about how last season ended, you can watch the entire Season One finale online. Best of all there are no commercials.
Cheese: You want a beer or somethin'?
Rowling: Thank you, but I'll pass. I'm not much of a drinker.
Cheese: Suit yourself. Can you grab me one, though? I'm parched.
Rowling: Excuse me?
Cheese: A beer. I could use one. They're on the bottom shelf of the fridge.
Rowling: ... ... ... Well, I... I guess.
J.K. walks to my refrigerator and hands me a beer.
Cheese: Thanks, honeynipples. You're a good woman. Hey, you kinda look like that chick from Twisted Sister.
Cheese: You know, [sings] "I wanna rock! ROCK! Duh duh da duh, duh duh da duh, DAAH DAAH! I wanna ROCK! ROCK!"
Rowling: Oh, you mean the band-
Cheese: "ROCK! Duh duh da duh, duh duh da duh, DAAH DAAH! I want - to - ROCK! ROCK!"
Rowling: Yes, I understand who you're talking about. That's not a "chick." It's Dee Snider.
Cheese: "Chick," "woman," whatever. I don't know what you people call yourselves these days. In another month, you'll change it again anyway.
Update: Recommended dowload: FeedDemon for RSS feeds.
So it's time for another Alliance assignment, This time it's a doozy:
make up some crap about find some secret information about our fearless leader, Frank J.. As it turns out, there are several things that people don't know about Frank:
1) One anagram for IMAO is MAO I. That commie.
2) Frank isn't his real name. He had changed from John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt because people kept confusing him with the other guy.
3) Frank J. loves monkeys
The terrorist have committed a blunder. You'd think that after all this time of scoping out us Great Satan types that these goat-fucking pieces of shit would have a better handle on who and what we are. Maybe they had good reason to think the US had become a paper tiger. Our responses during the 1990's( and 1980's in Beirut, much to Reagan's shame) showed that perhaps Americans had become soft, that we'd curl up in a fetal position, sucking our collective thumbs and wondering where we went so horribly wrong after 9/11. Much to the horro of these dirtbags, Americans banded together and took the fight to them. Much like during WWII, we had become the Awakened Giant.
But they really screwed up with Britain. Any student of history would know that unlike some other Europeans, the British will withstand almost certain destruction rather than be cowed. Battle of Britain anyone? And where do these filthy pieces of human debris think that the term "stiff upper lip" comes from? Did they somehow think it was the kind of hard-on that terrorists get when they get the urge to go murder some innocents? What a colossal error.
Make no mistake: the usual bend-over-and-grab-our-ankles crowd will be up to their usual tricks, wringing their hands, wondering Why Do They Hate Us ™ and blaming the BusHitler and Tony Blair for all these deaths. That type of bullshit is already underway. However, I will make a prediction and guess that most Brits will bury their dead, grieve quietly and then roll up their sleeves as they engage the enemy. Again.
To all of our friends and cousins in Britain, I can only say this: we grieve with you.
Update: Sullivan has lots of links, as well as things of his own to say. Excerpt:
How dumb are these fascists to take on the Brits and the Americans? Sure, we fight with each other; but up against this kind of evil, our divisions are petty. I also admire Livingstone's ability to see how liberal and left-wing Londoners who have helped build an amazingly vibrant, diverse and tolerant city are particularly affronted by these medieval monsters. Maybe this will help build support for a war that is as unavoidable as it is unlosable. I don't mean we won't continue to differ over means and methods and tactics and strategy. We will. That's our strength. But right and left, we are in this together.
Andrew understands the difference between opponent and enemy. Some others that I won't specify don't seem to get the distinction.
Update: A strong on security Democrat takes his political brethren to task:
As a Democrat, I'm very happy that the lefty blogosphere wasn't around much on September 11. Because if they were, and they uncorked the response they are uncorking to the London bombings, Democrats might never be electable again in my lifetime.
Update: OUr war-mongering SecDef shared his thoughts following this despicable, cowardly act:
But if these terrorists thought they could intimidate the people of a great nation, they picked the wrong people and the wrong nation. For generations, tyrants, fascists, and terrorists have sought to carry out their violent designs upon the British people only to founder upon its unrelenting shores.
Before long, I suspect that those responsible for these acts will encounter British steel. Their kind of steel has an uncommon strength. It does not bend or break.
The British have learned from history that this kind of evil must be confronted. It cannot be appeased. Our two countries understand well that once a people give in to terrorists’ demands, whatever they are, their demands will grow.
The British people are determined and resolute. And I know the people of the United States are proud to stand at their side.
Update: Jen offers a brief history lesson that our enemy might want to read. Since they're too busy wathcing porn and drinking whiskey while calling us Infidel scum!, they probably won't notice.
All I have to offer are things to try and make people laugh. We all need that today, I think.
A woman meets a gorgeous man in a bar. They talk, they connect, they end up leaving together. They get back to his apartment and she notices that his bedroom is completely packed with sweet cuddly teddy bears. Hundreds of cute small bears on a shelf all the way along the floor, cuddly medium-sized ones on a shelf a little higher, and huge enormous bears on the top shelf along the wall.
The woman is surprised that this guy would have a collection of teddy bears, especially one that's so extensive, but she decides not to mention this to him, and actually is quite impressed by his sensitive side. She turns to him. They kiss....and then they rip each other's clothes off and make hot steamy l-o-v-e.
After an intense night of passion with this sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the after glow, the woman rolls over and asks, smiling, "Well, how was it?"
The guy says: "Help yourself to any prize from the bottom shelf."
Iowahawk created quite the furor when he posted Stop Questioning My Patriotism. Apparently, some lefty idiots ceased drooling long enough to shit their pants and screech nonsensically like monkeys. Some lessons are best learned the hard way. Excerpt:
Man, I just don’t get it. There are lots of other American groups who are joining us against Bush’s crusade, like David Duke and Fred Phelps and Stormfront. But who do I get automatically lumped in with? East Village Rage Against My Allowance fuckwits in Fred Perry tracksuits who can’t figure out the controls on an iPod, let alone an international revolution.
I love the smell of lunacy in the morning. But not hippies. I mean really. Ugh.
Found at Hog On Ice. Excerpt:
A lot of men allow women's cruelty and dishonesty turn them into users; guys who nail as many women as possible, while shielding themselves completely from emotional involvement. This generally happens in high school. I may be an evil sexist, but I haven't done that. It's because my emotions are involved that I'm careful. I may be bitter, but I still think of women as people, not "pelts" or "slags" or whatever the latest slang term is.
Finally, I realize not all women are bad. I figure a man meets about two women every five years whom he should beg to marry him, and those women are true blessings. Unfortunately, I have a habit of missing the boat. I was too old when I finally understood what women are, and how important it is to pursue the good ones when you have the chance. I always knew what I wanted; I just didn't know how rare it was and how to separate it from the decoys.
Lots of my friends-especially my female friends- used to wonder why I was still single at the ripe old age of 35. I didn't have any prospects at the time, either. Some accused me of being "picky", like that was some sort of character flaw. I'll let you in on a little secret: finding someone that you might want to go out on dates with is easy. Finding someone that you actually envision spending your life with is hard. And when you're 30+, you need to be more discriminating that when you were 18. Let's face it: if you date someone for two years in your 20's and it doesn't work out, it'll hurt, but you'll recover. If you're 30+ or 40+, wasting a couple of years of your life on a relationship that you know won't last is just plain stupid.
I've never believed that there's only one perfect someone for each person. There are probably several thousand out there. Problem is that they aren't always available when you meet them. The trick is to be ready when they are free. Trust me: good women/men aren't usually on the market long. If you diddle around always looking for the greener grass and discover too late that you discarded the best lawn in town, well, that's just too bad. Keep looking. If you're lucky, you'll run into another one of your soulmates. Try not to be so stupid next time. You may not get another chance.
Mother of God, no!
Update: I should have guessed that someone with her finger on the pulse of today's culture would have noticed this first. And Michele's reaction is pretty much the same as mine.
Found an interesting historical tidbit in the Corner this morning. I remember the Rigg-King tennis match. Bobby Riggs showed up with a 6-foot candy bar and told Billy Jean King that it would be something for her to eat during her imminent retirement(something like that- I was young and it was over 30 years ago). However, Roger Clegg mentioned something that I did not know. Excerpt:
An article on Title IX in the Wall Street Journal today includes a brief discussion of how Billie Jean King’s defeat of Bobby Riggs in a September 1973 tennis match was a milestone in women’s sports. Maybe so, but it is less and less noted that, just a few months before, the 55-year-old Riggs had defeated in straight sets the then number-one ranked women’s player, Margaret Court. (And of course there is the school of thought that Riggs, a notorious hustler, threw the match to King, either because he had bet against himself, or because he wanted to be able to hype a rematch. Riggs denied this.) Just trying to keep this out of the memory hole.
Instead, I get a
phaser ray gun that induces pain. Ehh, it's a start.
You've finally acquired the ingredients for your beer and it's sitting in a corner next to your equipment. Now it's time to get cracking so that your beer will be ready to drink before month's end. Let's get started:
Note: All temperatures listed below are in degrees Fahrenheit. If you need to convert to degrees Celsius, here's a handy-dandy tool.
1) Immerse your cans of hopped malt extract in warm water for about 20-30 minutes. This will make it much easier to remove the syrup from the cans, which is a good thing. Malt extract syrup is gummy, sticky stuff. Dump the cans of malt extract into your brewing kettle which should already contain 1-1/2 gallons(US). If you use filtered water, you 'll be fine. If you don't, you might consider buying some "drinking water"; distilled water isn't a good choice. Regardless, bring all ingredients to a boil for 15 minutes. If you happened to buy some hop pellets, add 1/2 ounce 10 minutes into the boil, or 5 minutes from the end. This will impart a nice hop aroma to your beer. However, this step is entirely optional. No hops? No worries.
2) Sanitize your fermenter in a dilute solution of bleach and water. Add 1/4 cup bleach to your empty plastic fermenter and fill with cold water. Let stand for about 20 minutes and then rinse thoroughly with hot water to remove all traces of chlorine.
NOTE***: Sanitizing your equipment is the single most important thing that you will do when making your beer. Fortunately, it's also one of the easiest.
3) Add 3 gallons of filtered(or bottled) water to your sanitized fermenter. It should be cold; room temperature isn't good enough. An hour or two in the fridge should be sufficient.
4) Carefully, pour your hot wort(that's the mixture of hops, malt and water you've been boiling on your stove) into the plastic fermenter, splashing noisily. This will provide sufficient aeration for the little yeasties that you'll be adding.
Note: If you jumped the gun and bought a glass carboy, you'll need to use extra care. Make certain the 3 gallons of water you dumped into it are very cold. This will prevent the carboy from breaking due to the thermal shock of having boiling water added to it. Also, you'll need to pour the hot wort through a funnel to get it into the carboy. Then swirl the water around to make certain everything's been mixed well.
Optional Take a specific gravity reading using your hydrometer. It comes with a little tube in which you'll place some beer and then float the hydrometer on it. Feel free to skip this step for your first batch.
5) Add the yeast when the temperature drops below 78 degrees. You'll want to sanitize your thermometer before using it; I usually dip mine in some cheap vodka, which prevents the possibility of some nasty chemicals getting into the beer.
6) Seal the lid onto your plastic fermentation vessel and attach the fermentation lock. Again, I prefer to use vodka in the lock, as opposed to any type of sanitizing solution. Should the temperature drop suddenly, it will be vodka getting sucked back into my beer instead of bleach. If you're using a glass fermenter, sanitize the rubber cork, plug the carboy and attach the fermentation lock to that. Everything else stays the same.
Within a couple of days, and probably within the first 24 hours, an agressive fermentation will begin. The lock will be bubbling like crazy.
7) Sometime between day 7 and day 14, the fermentation will complete. When there's no noticeable activity in the fermentation lock for a couple of days, your beer will be ready to bottle. Which will be the topic of the next post in this series.
Update: After my fermentation lock foamed over from the fermenting beer, it occurred to me that maybe I should mentioned a little thing called a blow-off tube. What is it? Simply a piece of flexible plastic tubing inserted into the stopped hole where your fermentation lock goes. If you're fermenting in either a 6-1/2 gallon plastic pail or a 6-1/2 gallon carboy, a blow-off tube is unnecessary. If, like me, you're using a 5-1/2 glass carboy, a blow-off tube is pretty useful. Otherwise, you'll find foam pouring out of the top of your fermentation lock when you go check on your beer. Anyway, here's what you do:
6A) Seal the lid onto your plastic fermentation vessel and attach the blowoff tube. Submerge the open end of the tube into a dish containing an inch or so of water. After a few days, or when foam stops pouring out of your tube, remove the tube from the runner stopper and attach the fermentation lock. All other info in #6 above remains the same.
Tonight's taste-tempting creationg is Roasted Chickenhawk Meme, courtesy of Rev. Donald Sensing. Excerpt:
I am a veteran and my son is now serving. By your lights these amounts to a “double credit” for me to speak about the war. Also by your lights, you yourserf suffer from a double deficit, since you have never served and have no immediate family member serving. Therefore, your logic would inexorably find that my opinion is of magnitudes greater value than yours.
Do you agree? If not, why not?
I support a vigorous prosecution of the war in Iraq and have written several times (i.e., here) that it is the actual focal point of the war against Islamist terrorism.
Do you now, therefore, consider yourself well instructed and will you, therefore, bow to my experience and insights (which by your own standards are far superior to yours) and now fully support prosecuting the Iraq war until victory is achieved? If not, why not?
Finally, on what basis can you persuade me that you, personally, are not simply a coward of the most craven kind who hides behind anti-war cliches merely to keep intact your own precious skin?
How much free time do you need to perform this feat? Answer: wwaaaaayyyyy too much. And yes, I'm jealous in a geeky sort of way. I can do only 15-20 digits off the top of my head.
I have no comments on this story except to say that I'm glad the baby survived.
Or not. You decide. Excerpt:
A man who rescued a swimmer caught in swirling river currents found himself in trouble soon afterward when he was arrested by authorities who claimed he was interfering.
Dave Newman, 48, disobeyed repeated orders by emergency personnel to leave the water, police said. He was charged with interfering with public duties.
Funny. I didn't know allowing someone to drown was a public duty. My bad.