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Thursday, September 03, 2015

The pain...the PAIN....

I had no clew that I could do a split.

I was putting up coated screens in the darkroom/laundry area..."dark" being the operative word...by the light of a yellow CFL, and as I turned to head to the steps after completing my task, my left foot proceeded to move far outside the normal scope of my walking, as I hit a wet patch. My body, of course, followed, leaving my right foot behind. I made incoherent pained sounds that did not carry well, and so I had to lever myself up using the dryer. 

There are now feelings I have not felt, where I have never felt them. I await the morning to reveal what I have wrought, for I was wearing a favorite pair of shoes with no tread left, that I ONLY wear in dry places. I guess it's goodbye to you, dear friends.

Maybe I should bronze them....

Monday, August 31, 2015

A Con-tumely

Don't live in fear of being called A Name because what you believe goes against what Is Popular, when you know the name and accusation to be false. That will break your opposition's power over you.



The more cons I attend as a huckster/dealer/vendor, the more I see the pendulum swing. People with Real World business experience (read "life experience") chafing and rebelling against the SJW Empire, people (including female-type people!) who get what, for example, GamerGate was ACTUALLY about, a call for ethical gamer-industry journalism and reportage, not some fell Patriarchal conspiracy to Keep the Sisterhood Down.
The avalanche has started. It is too late for the pebbles to vote.


The idea that a President, Congressman or Senator should be a politician as part of his resume may be the most pellucidly stupid concept of our day, on the level of having Vienna sausages on toothpicks as hors d'oeuvres at a wedding reception.


The most smug ad campaign:
United Way.
"I don't just WEAR the shirt...I LIVE it."


Found on my Facebook feed:
"Happy Women's Equality Day, Weatherly!
On Aug 26, 1920, women achieved the right to vote in the US."

If that was equality, then what's all the kerfuffle about nowadays?



I am now tasting the heat, not the meat.
Bye-bye propane and propane accessories.


Everybody makes fun, but it's a fact that NO-ONE died from a nuclear attack on America after "Duck and Cover" protocols were instituted.
Perhaps because the Soviets feared a nation that would "protect" its children in such a feckless way.


This is what I'm talking about, kiddies. This fandom's need to smear itself on Every Other Fandom.
I despise Who-a-booing.


Wait... so "Ashley Madison" WASN'T a fashion mail order website?


TTFN, kiddies!

Saturday, August 01, 2015


Does thinking that naming newly-discovered features on Pluto after pop-culture SF TV and movie stuff is lame make me a bad person?
We can't have run out of astronomers and physicists already.
Zimbabwe's response to international badfeels by restricting hunting will have a typical result. Many safaris give the hide and meat to local tribes. This form of sustenance will now be limited, or cease all together.
Betcha the BBC won't whinge about THAT!
JUST realised why Joel Osteen and his pastorette wife seemed so familiar.
Twenty years ago they would have been Amway Diamonds, exhorting the faithful at "Network Marketing" functions.
"Cannon" is a projectile weapon.
It is also a fat detective.
"Canon" is The Proper, Accurate, Official Story-line.
Learn it.
Live it.
You don't have to love it. Just do it right.
The experiment may be done this season. 14 tomato hornworms devastated the hydroponic tomato plants. Few leaves remain, and most of the tomatoes are well-gnawed.
However, I HAVE found NHK World online.
If a picture is mounted on a hook on the wall, then it has been hung.
If a person has been suspended with a rope by the neck until dead, dead, dead, then he has been hanged.
Everyone loves evolution, until THEIR favorite critter starts to go extinct.
If you wish to add tartness to a comment or post, remember:
"Hell" is not spelled "He'll".
 Just picked some ENORMOUS herb leaves from our garden. Composting must have given them a huge basil metabolism.
I have the Blu-ray of Gerry Anderson's "Journey to the Far Side of the Sun". Started watching it Friday night.
It's the first time I have "gotten" Blu-ray. It's like a different movie.
Does being utterly bored with All Things "Star Trek" make me a bad person? See also "Doctor Who".
Ricky Gervais has a picture of a woman who allegedly shot a giraffe in Africa on a hunt.
One of the animal lovers commenting said "Yeah let's hunt her down instead.".
All the cognitive dissonance we have come to expect....
Our homeschooling days....

What do you think? (This is NOT an anti-Catholic screed. It is a glimpse at the damage of overexposure.)
I believe that television has effectively wrecked the Papacy as a force for good.
Back before the Pope had wall-to wall TV coverage (say, the early '60s and before) he remained a mysterious moral figure Over There, one who rarely spoke, but when he did, it was with authority and intelligence, and it affected the whole of Christendom, whether one subscribed to his church and preachments or not. His authority was moral, not based upon consensus nor polls. Now, though, we have the Cable Pope, the CNN/FOXNews/MSNBC Pope, the news cycle Pope, who must fill the ears of the Faithful (and the not-faithful) with politically-charged pronouncements. It's like Christmas every day. It is tiresome. It dilutes his effectiveness, this foaming cataract of sound-bites.
Constant commentary wearies a soul, and the current Pope, the Eco-Pope, the Relevant Pope, comments overmuch, because the news-critters hang upon and report his every utterance.
We need the occasional glittering moral gem, not an endless string of dollar store beads.

TRIGGER WARNING: Spiritual content. May induce swelling and hives.
This may be borrowed at will. (This is not related to the "angry 'Vark" post.)
Theology, the Queen of the Sciences, is HARD. Understanding that reading Scripture follows the same rules of grammar and logic as reading Tolstoy or Tom Swift is HARD. Grammar and sense do not become magically squishy Because Religion.
If you are going to play in the Theology Sandbox, you may wish to understand the rules of your own game. The pronouncement "You don't go to church, so you're goin' ta Hell." may be satisfying to your religious pride, but remember how Jesus dealt with similar attitudes in the puffed-up Pharisees of his day. Also, realise that your "sola fides" belief is completely wiped away by that statement, because you have made the avoidance of hell dependent upon a work, "going to church". That is a heretical doctrine, and could put you in peril of the same destination, as might your pride-filled counsel.
This is why systematic theology is important.
For anyone wishing to bother to check, there IS a difference between the Old Testament and the New Testament (hence the "old" and "new"). A cursory glance would reveal that Old Testament law strictures are no longer binding upon followers of Christ, especially Gentiles (non-Jews). (Acts 15:1-31).
But if you want to continue to call Christians hypocrites for not stoning divorced persons, or for wearing poly-cotton, in the depths of your ignorance, you go right on ahead. Continue to appear as intelligent and informed as you are.
At last I have been provided as good an epitaph as any I could wish, all things being equal.
"He made preachers laugh out loud."
Tiki becoming more mainstream does not fill me with joy.
Just remember.
In Washington-speak, a "cut" is usually just reducing the size of an increase. Calling it a "cut" just gets more arm-flails.

Happy Sunday, Kiddies!

Bank on it, 'til you can't.

We had a lovely little relationship with Cadence Bank. This was after it was Superior Bank, which cemented my belief that if they have to tell you that it is "Superior" in the name, then it must not be. That was after it was Community Bank, which WAS a community bank, until it was taken over in a spate of interstate banking rapine.

Cadence seemed to march to a different drummer, and had a local branch in our little burg, next to the Pig shopping center.


Very convenient, until the local branch closed. Oh, well. Athens branch was only 15 miles away, and we go to Athens several times a week. All was well, until they closed the Athens branch. They said that they hoped having the closest branch in Madison was not an inconvenience (Madison being 30 miles away. Oh, no, no inconvenience at all. We maintained our Cadence account because of inertia, and Homeland Security, and not wanting the bother of setting up a new business account, and besides, it gave me an excuse to go to Sprouts in Madison once a week.

We finally opted to set up an account at the venerable Redstone Federal Credit Union, which dates from the dawn of the Space Age. We spent an hour setting it all up, and during the filling-out-of-things, the Dread Dormomoo, in whose name the business exists, declared that I was retired.


I had gone on a sort of sabbatical from the shop a couple of years ago, when Dealing With People became too much for me to handle. I have of course printed, done design work, stripped screens and such, but I effectively removed myself from being the front man, because I found that to be unbearable where custom jobs were concerned.

Retired. Fishing, building models, reading, writing....(The first is a nod to convention, as fishing is to me, work.) I am retired. At 58. I shall be the envy of my crowd. But soft, the truth is a mistress harsh. Since my emancipation from my m├ętier, my time spent at the shop has multiplied. I have not worked as much in quite some time. Much third shifting done!

The moral: Be careful of what people say about you.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

The Text Wall of China

Dear conservatives and Constitutionalists:

This has been an interesting week, in the Chinese sense. Many are kvetching that it is the end of our economy, others are whining "Come, Lord Jesus" over the preponderance of rainbows online (I hold firm with the prayer for the Lord's return, but not as whinging over political downturns. The hymn does NOT say "Whine Up O Men of God....). There is a vast cataract of bloviation on one side, and mean-spirited poor winners on the other.

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

What we have seen is a result of a vast stratagem, that of Wearing Down the Opposition. For close to fifty years, the homosexual lobby has worked tactical magic day-to-day, from making Christians look silly by ignoring Biblical context, to having VERY sympathetic and likeable characters on TV shows, to marching their brand constantly before the watching world.

They have lived and put forth supreme effort for their beliefs and lifestyle.

Because of this, 1.5-2% of the population has popularised what used to the sin that has no name by turning it to something akin to civic virtue, and by demanding not mere acceptance, no, but celebration and rights for what has never existed before in 5000 years of history, homosexual marriage being equivalent legally and socially to what Jesus defined as "a man shall leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife". (see, Jesus DID talk about it, too!) In doing that they also accrued a large base of supporters, because if you DON'T agree, they will call you made-up names in public. That would be uncool, and you would likely not be invited to the best parties.

How was this accomplished? By unflagging effort to reach the goal.

Dear conservatives, Christians, and Constitutionalists, they BELIEVED, then ACTED unyieldingly to accomplish their tasks. Were we as convinced in our own concerns, we would have stormed cities, state capitols, the very Capitol in D.C., and demanded that those who purport to represent us DO SO. Those who are treasonous would have been arrested, and we would have brought about a renascence of our Constitutional Republic. This is a truth I speak, and you had best hear it. Why did we not fill the streets of D.C.? Why did we not clog the halls of Congress with our demands? Were we so busy that we could not get away? Busy with what? Franklin said that the Founders gave us a Republic, if we could keep it. Was the second car, the bass boat, the vacation so important that we could not be BOTHERED to take back our country?

By all means, let us moan, weep, gnash our teeth, and NOW call on the Almighty to get us out of this mess. OUR mess, for had we the will our fellow citizens had for their interests, we would have won the day by sheer force of numbers. But no, social media, talk radio, "conservative news", all were enough, we thought, we hoped. Someone else will do the heavy lifting. Last year a retired Army guy tried to organise a peaceful siege of Washington D.C. Few could be bothered, and it fizzled.

"Maybe God is judging Amurrica!"  Stop blaming the Almighty for our own almighty sorriness. And as I point my finger of indignation, i am cognizant that three are aimed at me. Nothing short of a revolution will change things, now. I question if we are man enough to even begin to consider thinking about the possibility of debating the need to talk about forming a committee to establish the by-laws for drafting a plan such as we would need.

We have been weighed in the balance, and found sorely wanting. "How can he say this?"

Because we have repeatedly and overwhelmingly lost.

Here endeth the lesson.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Voyage to the Bottom of my Angst

Facebook, why did you put a "Planet Fitness" ad on my page?


Dear e-card makers.
Squashing and stretching clipart and fonts to fit does not increase the whimsy or snarkiness of your product.
It just makes it look like you need your 12-year-old nephew to do your work for you.
The Aardvark


Must break out my "The Rocketeer" and "The Wrath of Khan" soundtracks.
James Horner has left us.


My brain-thinking came up with something terrible. Please to note:
When the Confederate flag is removed from the SC State House, will some genius get before a microphone and say "This makes the Charleston church deaths worth it!"?
While I am not a betting man, I think I know where my money would be. Symbolism ALWAYS over substance. And NEVER let a good tragedy go to waste.


Just because I have recently used the term "sympathetic magic", and discussed the paranormal, does not mean that I have changed teams.


When a politician says "the only way", there are likely 437 other valid ways.


I long to beat Oscar Wilde at the pithy aphorism game. Of course, Oscar Wilde was a hack, a culture whore. Google for Oscar Wilde quotes.

"Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

He used a Pithy Quote Generator TM .

Blank is the blank blank of the blank.

Nowadays he would write Star Wars novels.


Environmentalists and animal rights activists seem to come from Planet Four-Year-Old.
Recently, on two continents, supporters of elephants and rhinos burned rhino horns and tusks confiscated from poachers. Beyond making the death of those noble beasts thereby meaningless, what is the downside to this fiery tantrum? Anyone...?
You there...Susie in the front row, waving your arm wildly!
What? Why YES! The do-gooders have caused the value of rhino horn and ivory to increase, thereby giving the poachers increased incentive to kill the beasts and steal the valuable bits. Reduce supply, and the value of what remains goes UP!
Yes, Tommy, that IS what killed the comic-book industry in the '90s.
Can anyone offer alternatives to incentivising the poachers with greater profits?


"Slab pie" sounds SO much better than "dump cake".
Saw BOTH of those dreadful recipe books at Dollar General: "Dump Cakes" and "Dump Dinners". That establishes the level of the cuisine quite handily.


I'm not a "woo woo" guy, but I was talking with a friend in an old building that he uses, just visiting, when I felt the precise feeling, movement and pressure of a cat rubbing against my right leg. I immediately looked down, and nothing was there. It was not a muscle tremor or anything like that. I do not believe in "Aunt Maude waiting to pass over" and stuff like that, but I DO believe that as there are critters in the woods that are part of the physical ecology, there are also "critters" in the spiritual ecology as well, that perform whatever service they exist for, just as natural creatures do. The ancients may have seen or felt them, and superstitiously worshiped them as nature spirits. I do not speak of angels or demons, here, but of the lesser "airish beasts" that Chaucer referred to.

In short, I may have had an encounter with the local wildlife.



Just realised that Michael Savage reminds me of the Evil Movie Producer in "The Wizard of Speed and Time".


The Gospel of Jesus is the surest road away from living as a victim.
Worked for me.


If you want to truly leave an historical legacy, get a 35mm camera, and start taking B&W film images. I am of the opinion that color gets in the way of the image (and in movies, the story).


STOP with the "dark heart of America" stuff, Esquire magazine. We do NOT need to "talk about it". For the past decade we have talked about little else, or at least we have been talked AT about it. I do not have this "dark heart", and I am an American, yea, an American with firearms. I have killed no one, frankly, have only ever considered two targets in my lifetime, and they were evil abusers of kin of mine. Even with such provocation, I killed no one.
I have guns, and I have killed no one.
I WILL NOT own the savagery and insanity of the demonised man who killed nine church attendees in Charleston. His jacket in one picture had a Rhodesian flag, and the apartheit flag. Not normal fashion gear. He acted from his hate, and from his violent nature.
No one else did. He stands alone in his guilt. America is not guilty for this. Even the asses' heads who have beat the drum of racial divide and anger are not guilty of THIS crime.
Only the man. Ecce homo.

Monday, June 15, 2015

The Hivening

From Saturday:

We are splitting a hive, late in the season, and the thought of exposing and handling 50,000 nervous bees is a tad daunting. Smoker at the ready.

As a wild ass in the desert go I forth to my work...
The honey must flow!!


The Hivening is done! Nary a sting! LOTS of bees!
I had apparently neglected the poor dears. Overbuilding of honey cells. Had I had a super on, we might have had an actual harvest. As it stands, we had to trim some comb off. Honey-filled comb.
Poor us.
We put four brood frames into the new hive, and six empty ones, for growing room. Put 4 new frames in the older hive.
If anyone sees a flaw in my logic and practise, feel free to message me.
We brought the scrapings in, and got a couple of spoons to taste the bees' wares.
Eye-rollingly fantastic. We tasted the honey...smooth, light flavor, no throat-burning like many honeys.
We immediately went out to the hives to thank them, bless them and pray for their continued fruitfulness. I have a very St. Francis relationship with my bees. I love the little things. If not for their apiary stewardship, there would be few, and hungry humans on our world. The weak, the small, granted such responsibility for good.
Seems a parable, yes?


The honeycomb we trimmed from the hive wound up having eight bees in it. Herself rescued seven and returned them to the hive. Number eight had buzzed its last. I had a fatality last night whilst tending the li'l darlin's. A worker landed on my right leather glove, and took umbrage at the fashion statement. I watched her sting and then pull away, leaving stinger and a small trail of her inwards on my glove. I felt bad for her. But she died protecting The Hive. For Queen and Country! Brave little thing.


The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen.
Our new queen is not merely pining...she is pushin' up the daisies.
This is an ex-queen bee.
Must acquire a replacement pronto.