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  • MondayMorning Links

    “He’s ba-aaaaack!”

    What a nice weekend. Some fun football on Saturday and a nice family day running around yesterday. The same can’t be said by Nick Saban’s quarterback. Jeez, that guy should have been out of the game already. Also, Baylor took a tough loss to Oklahoma, as the Sooners cling to playoff life.  Ohio State took their foot off the gas a little and failed to cover for the first time this season by winning by 35 points. LSU gave up too much to Ole Miss for people to feel comfortable with and Clemson is destroying people.Minnesota had a good run but the boat was being rowed against a current once they got it inside the red zone. Iowa won the game because the Gophers got tight in the first half and there’s not much more explanation needed.

    I’ll grudgingly admit this team is dominant.

    In the NFL, its starting to look like a 2-horse race in the AFC. The Patriots and Ravens are just head and shoulders above everyone else.  And in the NFC, it’s anybody’s guess how things will go. I guess part of it depends on which New Orleans team decides to show up on any given Sunday.

    Soccer is doing the international break thing, which is boring. And I’m running out of space for a lengthy hockey report. So I’ll circle back to that tomorrow. I apologize.

    French inventor Louis-Jacques Daguerre was born on this day. So were abolitionist hero Sojourner Truth, polling pioneer (whose company will come up later) George Gallup, singer Johnny Mercer, 1st free man in space Alan Shepard, football tough guy and Buckeye Jack Tatum, singer Kim Wilde, actor Owen Wilson, and talking head Megyn Kelly.

    Alright, let’s move on to…the links!

    Here’s that Gallup thing I said would come up later. Boy, there sure must have been some overlap in their polling, seeing as the number extrapolated from that is more than double the number of all Americans that died during that time period. But as long as it spreads the narrative, it’s serving its purpose.

    I’ll beat Trump just like I beat Rocky Marciano.

    LOL, OK, boomer.  Seriously, its as if he is trying to present himself as out-of-touch with the younger generations.  And probably 1/3 of his generation at the same time.  Eh, he’s locking down the police union vote though. Especially now that Kamala has completely shit the bed.

    Poor Congress. Nobody in Washington deserves shit like this.  The audacity of having their actual job foisted upon them. And in an election year, no less!  Those evil judges. How dare they?!

    Man, I hope they’ve got a Jerry Springer across the pond. Because this shit would be right in his wheelhouse.

    The Raiders-49ers feud is getting out of hand.

    The victims were taken to Community Regional Medical Center in critical condition, and some are now stable, the TV stations reported.

    About 35 people were at the party when the shooting began, Reid said.

    “Thank God that no kids were hurt,” he said.

    Yeah, thank God it was just four adults killed and six in the hospital. Dumbass.

    There’s no Guinea when it comes to these pigs.

    Florida is outsourcing crazy shit to Kentucky now. All I can say is “Thank God that no hamsters were hurt.”

    It’s back to this again this week. Hope you enjoy the start.

    Well, back to DFW for the week after a couple hours of commenting. Let’s hope it’s profitable. And let’s hope some of you who live up there are up for drinking a few beers.

  • Sunday Evening Open Post

    Kirschwasser or Beer may be involved.

    I have lots going on this coming week – bad; moving parents from house the family has been in since 1971, into semi-independent living (a fancy apartment for olds). good; going to Board Game Geek Con. (BGG CON). I will hopefully be darting out one mid-day so that sloopy can shake his head at me in sadness – then we can have lunch and a beer.

    In the meantime, I’ll just leave these for you until next week…

    Apply as needed.
    Just in case.

     

  • GlibFit 4.0 – Holy Crap That Old Stuff Works

    I started working out when I was a teenager.  I don’t remember there being any gyms where I grew up at that time.  I had a weight set in the basement.  The collars were secured by screw.  Just thinking about it makes me feel like I grew up in Olden Tymes.

    When the ’80s rolled around there seemed to an explosion in workout “technology.”  A slew of Nautilus® machines were installed at a local racquetball club.  I remember the spiel about how the nautilus shape of the cams perfectly mimicked the power curve of your muscles or some such bullshit.

    Running shoes were also taking off.  No more running in Keds.  Reebok and Nike were on the scene.  I’m sure there was some explanation about why they were so much better.  All I remember is those things had cushioning so my feet felt much better transporting my pudgy ass.

    I don’t remember what brands followed and supplanted Nautilus® but they came fast and furious.  It seemed as though free weights were outmoded.  Only a Neanderthal would bother with them.  Getting on the ground to do a pushup was positively antiquated.  There’s no reason to run when you can hop on a Stairmaster.

    Infomercials pitched all sorts of fitness products or, as I think of most of them, garbage. There was Soloflex, Bowflex, and a ton of other crap I’ve mercifully forgotten.  I’m not sure if the Thighmaster was introduced in the late ’80s or early ’90s but… whatever.  Of course, there were also any number of workout videos.  You can thank me later for not linking a Jazzercise video.

    Getting back to it a couple of years ago, I had no idea some of that retro stuff was ridiculously effective.  Part of the conditioning I do is jumping rope. Jeebus I learned a lesson the first time I did that.  Lesson 1 was I was really out of shape.  Lesson 2 was rope jumping is a lot more exhausting than it looks.

    The ab wheel looks like a joke.  And it is if you do it wrong.  But with a little coaching to do it right, I found out what a killer it is.  It’s not part of the program but it is something I occasionally work in.

    I never got stability balls.  They look like a lot of fun for bouncing with little kids.  For exercise, what’s the point.  Right? Wrong.

    The Shake Weight™ looks like a joke but HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  Sorry, I couldn’t keep a straight face.  Yeah, that thing was garbage from day one.

    OK, Gliberinos, tell me in the comments what dinosaur age exercise turned out to be a great exercise for you.

     

  • IFLA: The “Put a Ring on It” Edition of the Horoscope for the Week of Nov 17

    If you’re getting married this week, congratulations!  The alignment of Jupiter and Venus with the Earth (when they are in Sagittarius no less!) makes this an ideal time to get hitched.  If you’re thinking about eloping to take advantage of the stars, I have bad news:  it’s not going to work.  Jupiter’s influences don’t extend to spontaneous or rushed actions.  Venus on the other hand?  She’s all about the quickie which is why this week is particularly good for a short-term dalliance (Venus-Sol-Saturn).  Saturn being part of the mix indicates that the clock is ticking on any romances that begin under this alignment.  In not-at-all-romance-related news, we have got the sign that presages military disaster (Mars-MERCURY RETROGRADE-Luna).  Hopefully it doesn’t involve anyone we know.  Scorpio limps its way out of the year, BUT there will be a flash of felicity as MERCURY RETROGRADE ends on Wednesday.  Mars in Libra suggests the Sword of Damocles, so be prepared for suspense of not-fun kind.  The moon in Cancer gives a double-water signal, with impressive results for all things secret or sullen.  We talked about Sagittarius above, and the same situation as last week applies: love, joy and happiness to those who deserve it.

    The cards this week are surprisingly positive.  Enjoy it while it last

    Scorpio:  Death reversed – Inertia, sleep, lethargy, petrifaction, somnambulism

    Sagittarius:  The High Priestess – Secrets, mystery, silence, tenacity, wisdom, science

    Capricorn:  3 of Coins – trade, skilled labor, nobility, aristocracy, renown, glory

    Aquarius: 7 of Wands – Valor, discussion, wordy strife, negotiations, barter, competition, success

    Pisces:  The Hierophant – Marriage, alliance, captivity, servitude, mercy, goodness, inspiration

    Aries: 3 of Swords – Removal, absence, delay, division, rupture, dispersion

    Taurus:  King of Wands reversed – Good but severe, austere man

    Gemini:  9 of Coins – Prudence, safety, success, accomplishment, certitude, discernment

    Cancer: Queen of Wands – A dark woman, countrywoman, friendly, chaste, loving, honorable. Also, love of money, or a certain success in business.

    Leo: King of Coins reversed – Vice, weakness, ugliness, perversity, corruption, peril

    Virgo:  9 of Cups – Concord, contentment, physical bien-être; also victory, success, advantage

    Libra:  4 of Wands – country life, refuge, repose, concord, harmony, prosperity, peace, perfected work

  • Sunday Morning Football Violence-Themed Links

    I’ve been terribly busy this week, but managed to do a lot of burning, and I can confirm that when structures are tested for fire resistance, everyone actually DOES stand around and giggle, “Fire! Fire! Uh-huh-huh-huh.” Mom continues her inexorable journey. SP and I have stepped up our drinking game, and we should be back in condition by Thanksgiving. Today will be a strenuous workout for our livers, what with a fine lineup of games and a lot of exploratory cooking to be done.

    Auspicious birthdays today are led by one of my personal inspirations; an actually interesting historian; the butt of many jokes; an actually interesting filmmaker; Michael Strahan’s spirit animal; a marvelous guitarist; and the second coming of Milton.

    News up.

     

    I watched ten minutes of the livestream of this. Kaepernik learned his gamesmanship from Yasir Arafat. Note that this stunt dropped the attendees from 24 to eight.

     

    This shouldn’t amuse me, but it amuses me.

     

    See someone overdose on hopium.

     

    I… can’t…. even…..

     

    Chances of this happening to Team Blue: approximately zero.

     

    Some things, once seen, cannot be unseen.

     

    Other things, once seen, cannot be unseen.

     

    Old Guy Music features another birthday boy’s song. Nothing obscure this time, but I saw him do this song on this tour. He is significantly more sober in this video than the night we saw him…

  • The Night Shift for November 16, 2019

    Baby, it continues to be cold outside!  OK, for some of you more fortunate glibs, it continues to be pleasant—maybe even tropical.  I, myself, have taken a couple of holiday days off, in order to attempt some follow-up/closure on my previous spleen issue.  Might as well get some other things done, while everyone else is working.  Eh, I’ll probably just watch some TV and have a few White Claws.  In that same spirit, here’s the weekender ephemera:

    This starts off so promising, but things have to go and get violent.  And, a bit sexy.

    Is it OK to hate everyone in this story?  Ugh…I can’t even any more!

    Well, it IS Hollywood, after all.  (Insert movie industry jokes at your leisure.)  There seems to be some hand-wringing regarding this guy not still being locked up.  I’m not really sure what they are expecting.  Me?  I figure she should have been allowed to be armed.  Might very well take care of any ‘revolving door’ angst. Please note that I sympathize with the lady, and get the concern about violent mental illness.

    Why do they call her ‘Joy’?  Is it to be ironical?  With her, maybe we should call it ‘Skanksgiving’.  And, by the way, Mr. Berkowitz (yeah, I went there)—there’s nothing “sort of” about you.

    Feces II:  Feces Harder.  Denver sees LA and says, “I’ll see your homeless problem, and raise you a citation on a productive member of society!”  What is it with these bums?  Don’t they know they can just go to Starbucks for this?  Yes, I did consider an Electric Boogaloo reference, Mr. Falcon.

    Do you just hate you some Jews?  Well, have I got the perfect city for you!  Seriously, kids—WTF?  Familiarity breeds contempt?  Did they take yer jerbs?  Look, Al Sharpton isn’t gonna bang you, so stop being a tryhard.  OK, maybe just a handy…

    Whoosh!  It’s an oldie, but a …oldie.  I have always had a good laugh over this story.  In fact, you should look into what happened to the guy.

    Sorry, my loyal (and not-so-loyal) glib friends, but I am running out of time for completing the post. Life intrudes on what should be my TG holiday time off. Feel free in jump in with your own closing music. I will, hopefully, be able to continue next week, but family care is pressing. Do me proud, and glib it up tonight.

  • S-A-T-U-R-DAY NIGHT! LINKS!

    As was mentioned yesterday, unicorn.

     

    I’m working a nice little beer buzz here, so without further ado, the links!

     

    This is my shocked face. The law of supply and demand still rules. Ad for the states that tax the bejeebus out of weed, it’s still cheaper to buy it on a street corner.

     

    Yeah, but we can totes affect the global climate.

     

    Planet of the Apes prequel.

     

    Boiling frogs.

     

    You helped create this mess, you fuck stick.

     

    No ABC, America is just not ready to elect a mendacious cunte as President.

     

    The Crimson Tide is taking it on the chin this year.

     

    Nah, just joshin’. I wouldn’t subject you guys to the Bay City Rollers…twice.

  • How about a nice cup…

    It was in my best interest recently to be awake, alert, and somewhat sharp.  As in knife sharp?  Well, if that’s the standard, I needed to be sharper than that.  Unfortunately, I was out of coffee.

    This is my review of Kiuchi Brewery Hitachio Nest Espresso Stout.

    There were a lot of choices but I wound up buying this one from LavAzza since I happen to fancy this blend and it was coincidentally on sale.  Plus, I’ve been siting on this beer for a while…

    Can I get one that isn’t fair trade?

    There is a misconception about espresso somehow being stronger than regular coffee.  This is a sort of a myth.  Most of this is drawn from espresso having a much more robust coffee flavor than the typical scoop of Yuban on mashed potatoes.  In truth, a serving of coffee from the traditional drip system Americans know and love contains 65-120mg of caffeine.  A serving of espresso on the other hand is merely 30-50mg.  The difference if course, is in how it is served.  Drip coffee is spread out over what is normally 8oz or more.  At 8-15mg per ounce, that venti adds up to a higher volume overall.  Espresso is served in a single ounce, and is 30-50mg.  It is similar to a pint of beer vs. a shot of whiskey.

    Espresso of course isn’t really a different type of bean, nor is it roasted in a remarkably different way.  The difference of course is the machine used to make it.  It is surprisingly fun from an engineering perspective, especially if you are into steampunk.  It is essentially a boiler, heating water to 1.5Bar, forcing steam through a series of pipes to condense and force water at even higher pressures through a densely packed “cake” of ground coffee.  This machine was designed in the 1880’s to brew as it filled the tiny mug in a minute or two.  In a sense, Espresso is one of the first versions of instant coffee, because once the machine is primed it will make Espresso on demand.

    Hence the name “Espresso”.

    How does this beer stack up?  Being a product of Japan it is exactly what you expect:  well crafted, and good qualify for a more than fair price.  The problem of course it is also understated and almost boring. Good, solid coffee stout though, so its a good call for daydrinking. Kiuchi Brewery Hitachio Nest Espresso Stout 3.5/5

     

  • Saturday Morning Jar Jar Links

    This has been quite the eventful week Chez SP/OMWC. We’ve had wall-to-wall excitement. I wish I could remember some of it, though I do have some fleeting memories of a Gray wielding an anal probe, as well as a delightful football game which ended with a heartwarming moment. Eventually I’ll remember where this tattoo came from.

    There are, however, some birthdays that I haven’t forgotten, including the Dr. Frankenstein of the utility monster; the One True Penguin; the voice of many childhoods; a fantastically over-rated singer who would even fuck Elvis Costello; and the Father of the Blues, definitely NOT over-rated.

    News is next.

     

    Here’s how judges can manage to shred two constitutional rights at once. Of course, we already posted those plans, as have many others. You want to do impeachments? Start with Robert Lasnik. Really, a woodchipper would be more appropriate, but getting gross abusers of the constitution like that asshole off the bench is a reasonable compromise, if not as viscerally satisfying.

     

    A veritable creampie of sincerity.

     

    A class act, all the way. Not that he’s wrong, of course.

     

    “And I would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for that meddlesome mother-in-law!” I do sincerely hate both of them.

     

    No fucking kidding.

     

    OK, I was wrong. But I have the consolation of sweet, sweet salty tears.

     

    Really, this is a strategy that needs some serious re-thinking.

     

    After all, the fourth “F” is “forget ’em.”

     

    “Heeeeeeere’s Johnny!”

     

    UPDATE: Goddammit, they found my orphan stash.

     

     

    Old Guy Music features the winner of the Greta Thunberg Lookalike Contest. Ripping up the fretboard, though.

  • SEA SMITH FRIDAY NIGHT FUN. BY FUN, MEAN…

    SEA SMITH PLAY ROUGH…

    HI FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN LAND HOOMANS! SEA SMITH GLAD TO SEE YOU (AND HE HAVE SWORDFISH IN POCKET, HAHA!). IT FRIDAY, SO SEA SMITH KNOW LAND HOOMANS WANT RELAX. SEA SMITH RELAX TOO. HIM HAVE A LITTLE FUN, MAKE SHIP GO ALL OVER PLACE. BUT HIM NO DO THIS! THAT PROBABLY FRIEND NINGEN. HE LIKE EAT SCRAP. MMMM…GET IRON!

    BUT YOU HERE FOR FUN, NO STORYS. SO SEA SMITH GIVE FUN…ADVICE ON MANNERS! SEA SMITH HAVE GOOD MANNERS. HE ALWAYS SAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU WHEN RAPE SHIP. AND CREW. AND NEARBY FISHES. AND CORAL REEFSES.

    SO HERE ADVICE ON MANNERS. FROM SEA SMITH.

    Q: I am a female graduate student at a theological school, where my daily life involves much reading, studying and writing. I use the library every day.

    What is one to do when there are others using the library who obviously have a cold or sinus issues, but who seem completely oblivious of the disturbance — not to mention disgust — caused by their constant snorting and snuffling? And why does it seem that primarily men are guilty of this? As I write, there are two men snorting and hawking loudly — one man in his late 20s and another in his late 50s. Didn’t their mothers teach them to go to the bathroom and blow their noses?

    Would it be rude to bring to their attention their disturbance of other library patrons? Or to offer them — politely — some tissue?

    A: WHYCOME YOU TELL US YOU FEMALE GRADUATE STUDENT? WHO CARE? WHY HAVE ANYTHING DO WITH RUNNY NOSE RUDE HOOMANS? FOR THEM, JUST GO OVER AND LAUGH IN THEM FACES AND SAY “YOU DIE OF PLAGUE, HA HA!” THEN TAUNT WITH TISSUE. IF THAT NO WORK, CALL SEA SMITH TO COME RAPE THEY NOSES.

     

    Q: A few years ago, I had medical treatments that caused the loss of my hair. My hair has grown back, but the hair above my forehead is now short and wispy.

    I recently went to a hair salon for a trim. The hairdresser pulled the short strands of hair, started laughing, and said, “What’s this?” I didn’t think she would ever stop laughing. I was so shocked that I didn’t know what to say.

    I don’t think this will happen again, but if it does, what should I say? I don’t want to mention my health problems.

    A: THIS ONE IS PAYBACK SAME WAY. STAND IN DOOR OF SALON START YELL “LOOK WHAT BAD HAIR CUTTER DO! NO COME HERE, IT BAD!” ALL WHILE POINT AT HEAD. THEY BUSINESS GO DOWN. IF THAT NO WORK, CALL SEA SMITH. HE COME AND RAPE HAIR, CHAIRS AND HAIR CUT TOOLS.

     

    COME ON IN, WATER IS FINE!