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  • IFLA: The “No Special Effort” Edition of the Horoscope for the Week of December 29

    Last horoscope of the year!  And I’m not going to look for things happening on off-days, what there is what you’re going to get.

     

    There’s only one alignment, but it’s a good one:  The Earth remains aligned with the Sun and Jupiter, which is all great news for the home life.

    Capricorn gets its month in the sun, which means I get to link to the best of Xan Griffin’s zodiac songs.  It also retains the Jovian combo of Saturn and Jupiter which gives them tremendous power, but not necessarily any particular direction inherent in it.  So use it wisely.   Mercury in Sagittarius indicates that you’re going to receive excellent advice this week. The moon joining with Venus in Aquarius is at basic level a sign of femininity, more specifically motherhood, and also nature.

    The cards agree with GRRRRL POWAH!  and the general overall domestic bliss (King/Queen of a suit drawn together, one reversed?  Do I really have to spell it out?)  However, the overall theme of the week is “shit’s gone pear-shaped, yo.”  Ten of the twelve cards were drawn reversed, and to say that swords are overrepresented is putting it mildly.  Many sets included, majors indicate this will be an important week.

    Capricorn:  4 of Swords reversed – Wise administration, circumspection, economy, avarice, precaution, testament

    Aquarius:  King of Swords reversed – Cruelty, perversity, barbarity, perfidy, evil intention

    Pisces: Queen of Swords – Widowhood, female sadness and embarrassment, absence, sterility, mourning, privation, separation

    Aries:  King of Wands reversed – Dark man, friendly, countryman, generally married, honest and conscientious

    Taurus:  Justice reversed – Law, legal complications, bigotry, bias, excessive severity

    Gemini:  The Moon reversed – Instability, inconstancy, silence, lesser degrees of deception and error

    Cancer:  9 of Swords reversed –  Imprisonment, suspicion, doubt, reasonable fear, shame

    Leo:  Page of Swords – Authority, overseeing, secret service, vigilance, spying, examination

    Virgo:  King of Cups reversed –  Dishonest, double-dealing man, roguery, exaction, injustice, vice, scandal, pillage, considerable loss

    Libra:  The Sun reversed – Material happiness, fortunate marriage, contentment, growth ending

    Scorpio:  9 of Cups reversed – Truth, loyalty, liberty, mistakes, imperfections

    Sagittarius: 8 of Cups reversed – Great joy, happiness, feasting

     

     

     

     

  • Sunday Morning Phone It In Links

    We spent yesterday afternoon stocking up from the big Mexican grocery for our Football Sunday. Because nothing says football like posole, burritos, rellenos, and migas, amiright? And it’s a relaxing football day since the Ravens are playing for absolutely nothing. Maybe we’ll see some of that Trace McSorly magic!

    Speaking of which, as usual, people were born on this date, including  the spiritual father of rubber; a guy who got court-martialed and had an airport in Milwaukee; an actual Russian collaborator; a pioneer of pseudo-history; everybody’s sweetheart; a guy who used to own George Costanza’s car; someone who really should have been a pornstar; and one of my favorite drunks.

    On to news, such as it is.

     

    More white supremacist antisemitic attacks in deepest Trump Country.

     

    David Frum is consistent and reliable. You always know you’ll be getting sanctimonious statist twaddle. My opinion of Trump is not a positive one, but I give him credit for having the right enemies.

     

    Some people will do anything, no matter how stupid or mendacious, to stay in the public eye. Stacey Abrams is one of them.

     

    Workin’ hard to make it harder to get entry-level jobs.

     

    Douglas MacKinnon can eat a bag of dicks. Maybe choke to death on the last one, yeah, that would be fitting.

     

    This is what keeps us in Arizona.

     

    Old Guy Music today is the title cut from one of my favorite albums of the ’70s and the record which convinced me that folk/bluegrass/country was damned interesting. Talk about a supergroup, this one had it all, Earl Scruggs, Maybelle Carter, Vassar Clements, Doc Watson, Roy Acuff, Merle Travis, Norman Blake…

     

  • Saturday evening links of haste

    This family is sick.

     

    So I’m across the street, kicking back and jawing with the neighbors when I look at my watch. “Holy crap,  I’ve got 45 minutes to get the links done!” So you can be rest assured that tonight’s links will achieve the same lofty heights they have been known for in my mind.

     

    Seriously, it’s time for the UN to become low rent housing.

     

    Certainly this has nothing to do with DARPA secret squirrel shit.

     

    Space worms.

     

    For you frequent flying Glibs.

     

    The little shit wouldn’t take a bath.

     

    I’ve flown out a few patients in helicopters, and I don’t like them.

     

    Maybe we can talk her into a life in porn?

     

    I don’t like small planes, either.

     

    Speaking of people falling out of the sky, a little Jim Croce tonight.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwhxXjdMPd8

  • Hi. I em Inga from Sveeden!

    Christmas is over, thankfully.  Which means December’s theme of our thought experiment on Christmas movies must be over right?

    Right?

    This in my review of Weihenstephaner Korbinian Double Bock.

    The problem with Christmas movies is a lot of people make the mistake of assuming a movie is a Christmas movie simply because it takes place during the Christmas season.  Which is how we get articles such as these explaining why Lethal Weapon is a Christmas movie now.  There is nothing wrong with watching it in order to celebrate your preferred winter solstice holiday, however I personally don’t think it is a holiday movie.  The article’s author seems to focus on red imagery in the background, like fire trucks, clothing, and Rigg’s red ear protection at the shooting range (they aren’t headphones…way to journo there journo-person).  All of which seems coincidental if anything.  Rigg’s suicidal tendencies and reckless behavior aren’t driven by Christmas either, they’re driven by him being a widower and PTSD from Vietnam.  Anybody spending any meaningful time around combat Vets knows they contemplate suicide on any given day, triggered by even the most innocuous of things…Finally, the time of year is not integral to the plot the way it is in Die Hard.

    Similar to how Trading Places is not a Christmas movie.  I would however argue it is a New Years movie, primarily because New Years is supposed to be a time of self-reflection and new beginnings.  Something every character experiences in this film.

    In this classic comedy we find Randolph and Mortimer Duke, two multi-millionaire owners of a Philadelphia based commodity exchange, who constantly get into petty squabbles between each other. This one in particular is a Nature vs. Nurture (pardon the shaky cam) argument, where they propose a practical experiment with a small wager.  They take one of their employees, Louis Winthorpe (Dan Akroyd) and switch his place in the world by ruining his life.  They find a reason to fire him to take away his livelihood, evict him from his Duke brother-owned home, frame him as a petty thief at his gentleman’s club to take away his social circle, and frame him for drug possession which leads to an arrest with the kicker of sending a hooker (Jamie Lee Curtis) to pick him up from jail when his fiancée arrives to bail him out.  His life is ruined in short order, and the hooker, Ophelia, is the only person willing to assist him. In exchange, they find Billy Rae Valentine (Eddie Murphy), a street hustler/con-artist whom the Duke’s met previously.  They hire him, give him basic instructions on how to do Winthorpe’s job, and give him Winthorpe’s old home.  Both men know nothing of the experiment, nor do they know anything other than their own experiences at opposing ends of the social hierarchy.

    The result?  Valentine makes the Dukes a fair payday with his reasoning for setting the price on pork belly and impresses them with his diligence and eagerness to learn, while Winthorpe attempts to frame Valentine for drug use at the Duke’s Christmas party.  Neither man however is truly changed as Winthorpe steals, of all things, a smoked salmon (these are not cheap) from the party, and Valentine pockets a joint from Winthorpe’s stash.

    Valentine overhears the Dukes discussing their experiment.  Where they effectively ruin one privileged man’s life turning him into a petty criminal, and turn an unprivileged man’s life of destitute into one of prosperity—within a few weeks time.  People are essentially products of their environment, and the Duke brothers agree success has little to do with pedigree.  The Dukes decide they have little use for either man, plan to eventually fire Valentine, and leave Winthorpe in his personal Hell.  They settle their wager of

    …$1.

    Valentine informs Winthorpe of the plot, and with the aid of Ophelia and Winthorpe’s old butler they plot revenge on the Dukes.  They learn the Dukes are expecting a report on that year’s orange harvest and with that information plan to adjust their investments to corner the market on orange futures ahead of the report’s release.  They also learn the report is on a train to New York with the Duke’s associate on New Year’s Eve.  They subdue the associate, and replace the real report with a fake one.

    Then they go to the New York Stock Exchange with the report in hand and short orange commodity futures ahead of the report’s release.  The Dukes on the other hand with the false report took the opposite approach, purchased orange futures with the expectations prices will rise and were ruined in the process.  After the market closed, Winthorpe and Valentine make a scene on the trading floor mocking the Dukes by settling a bet they can get rich making two really rich guys poor, in the amount of…

    …$1.

    ::Insert STEVE SMITH joke here. By insert, mean…ah, screw it::

    Can this movie be made again?  Not without insufferable social commentary at every corner.  If somebody makes this again, they have an obvious analogue with the Dukes being the Koch brothers.  They have an obvious place to add in soliloquies on privilege, capitalism, Al Franken, race, poverty, feminism, the N-word, butlers, illicit drug use, operas, suicide, manicures, sex workers, black markets, blackface, on-screen nudity, and being raped by a gorilla.

    Yeah…about that last part.  The funniest parts of this movie are on the train on New Years Eve, and is almost entirely humor playing on racial and ethnic stereotypes.  Not to mention a man being raped by a gorilla.  I refuse to speculate on how they can update this movie, because I refuse to give idiots stupid ideas.

    They don’t need my help.

     

    This beer is not Swedish, but we all knew that.  It is a Doppelbock which is a dark German lager.  It is rather nice and made in the manner which we all expect from people that are not Swedish.  This is a family friendly site, so I am afraid this is the best I can do.

    Happy New Year.  Weihenstephaner Korbinian Double Bock:  3.8/5

  • Saturday Morning Intermezzo Links

    Holy shit, it’s almost 2020. That means I’m really, really old so the best I can say is that at least I’m still regular (easy lob over the plate here!). And I have the prostate of an 18 year old (soft pitch down the middle, people!). And SP and I will spend New Year’s Eve upholding our traditions (c’mon, this is a BP fastball).  And among those traditions are the links I post before and after. The after ones tend to be a bit murkier, admittedly, so let’s enjoy coherence while it’s still present.

    Birthdays today include the single most horrible human to occupy the White House (and the first indicator of the merit of the Nobel Peace Prize); a true space case; a brilliant and under-rated comic actor; our Fatha who art in Heaven; his negative image; and a guy who really got with the program.

    On to the news:

     

    The Schadenfreude, it burns!

     

    I’m sure this will bring down the murder rate.

     

    Imus go now. Bye.

     

    Owie.

     

    OMG, A LAW PROFESSOR!!!! IT’S ALL OVER NOW, MITCH!

     

    Fucking antisemitic Trump.

     

    More right wing white supremacist antisemitism in Trump Country.

     

    More owie.

     

    Of course her name is Karen.

     

    Old Guy Music today is a surprisingly delightful take on a classic.

  • ZARDOZ FRIDAY NIGHT LINKS OF UNEASE

    ZARDOZ SPEAKS…TO THE ASSEMBLED STAFF. ZED, WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO BRING BAGELS AND COFFEE?

     

    ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. ZARDOZ HAS UNCERTAIN COGITATIONS RUNNING AROUND HIS CIRCUITRY. YEAR END REVIEWS HAVE BEEN HELD. ZARDOZ GETS THE FEELING A PAPER TRAIL IS BEING CREATED AGAINST HIM! THE QUESTIONING FROM THE GLIBERTARIAN POWERS THAT BE WAS MOST INTENSE. “WE SPENT $285,000 ON GREEN BREAD?!” “CAN’T YOU JUST USE THE IN-HOUSE HR PEOPLE TO RECRUIT BRUTAL EXTERMINATORS?” THIS IS NOT THE WORST OF IT – ONE OF THE BRUTAL EXTERMINATORS HAS REPORTED TO ZARDOZ THAT INTERVIEWS ARE SURREPTITIOUSLY BEING HELD FOR AN UNNAMED POSITION.

    THEREFOR, ZARDOZ SHALL PROVE HIS WORTH BY GIVING THE CHOSEN ONES THE GIFT OF THE LINK…AND ADVICE! GO FORTH AND COMMENT! OH, AND DO YOU WELL TO REMEMBER, THE PENIS IS EVIL, AND THE GUN IS GOOD!

    • THANK YOU FOR FLYING AIR BORAT.
    • WAS IT DURING A THREE HOUR TOUR?
    • PERHAPS ZARDOZ SHOULD RECRUIT AMONGST ALBANIAN GANGS?

    SUPERIOR ADVICE ON BEHAVIOR!

    Q: My neighborhood grocery store has recently begun featuring a guitar-playing singer during busier shopping times. His makeshift stage is just by the door, so one is in his field of vision upon entering and exiting the store, as well as while browsing the produce.

    While the songs aren’t offensive, loud or bothersome in any way, I find the whole arrangement awkward and generally try to avoid eye contact. Am I being rude? How should one respond to a live entertainer when shopping for necessaries?

    A: WEAKLING! IF THE MERE PRESENCE OF A MUSICAL BRUTAL WHILST SHOPPING PUTS YOU OFF THIS MUCH, HOW WILL YOU BE ABLE TO CLEANSE THE FILTH OF BRUTALS, WHO PLAGUE THE EARTH?GRANTED, A GUITAR PLAYER IN THE PRODUCE SECTION MAKES AS MUCH SENSE AS A PAN FLUTE PLAYER IN THE BRUTAL EXTERMINATOR’S ARMORY. THEREFOR, ZARDOZ WILL SOLVE ALL THESE PROBLEMS AT ONCE.

    LET US SEE…WHINER, STORE MANAGER AND MUSICIAN. ALL PRESENT AND GATHERING GRAIN.

    ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN.

    “Yes, I am proficient in Excel and Word.”
  • Friday Afternoon Links

    Welcome to Friday! I’ve been engaged in some desultory cleanup of both my office and my work — trying to get things ready for the new year. Hopefully, we can get out and do something family friendly this weekend. The kids are pretty much nuts after a week off. Next week we send them off to daycare again. My wife will be standing at the door, grinning wildly when we do, I’m sure.

    Damn, why can’t you Minnesotans bring your Minnesota Nice to Disney?

    Beechcraft manufacturing plant experiences uncontrolled depressurization event after nitrogen line rupture. At least there was no fire afterwards.

    I’m a sucker for a good rocket launch picture.

    Huh, its weird that we are friends with our neighbors. Note, having kids of a similar age is probably the number one way neighbors make friends. Although, picking up after a hurricane certainly helped.

     

     

  • What Are We Reading – December 2019

    SugarFree

    I enjoyed Paperbacks from Hell: The Twisted History of ‘70s and ‘80s Horror Fiction, Grady Hendrix’s romp through the post-Stephen King boom in horror publishing. I’m consumed quite a bit of horror from this era and I still found quite a few books–bizarre, deranged, amazing books– that I want to read.

    For example, here is Hendrix describing Toy Cemetary, by William C. Johnstone:

    Toy Cemetery (1987) achieves maximum Johnstone. Vietnam vet Jay Clute returns to Victory, Missouri, where he grew up, with nine-year-old daughter Kelly in tow. Within hours of his arrival, Jay discovers that the two major local landmarks are (1) an enormous doll factory in the center of town run by an obese pedophile named Bruno Dixon, who films satanic kiddie porn in it, and (2) a high-security hospital/mental institution/underground research facility that houses the “products of incest,” enormous man-monsters with apple-sized heads and superhuman strength. Tiny toys run amok, as does incest. Jay and his daughter almost hook up their first night, only to snap out of it when the crosses they’re wearing clink together.

    Reading this book is like driving through a dust storm while in a post-concussion haze: the harder you try to focus, the more everything slips away into an insanity vortex. A supermarket check-out girl’s head explodes, but no one seems to mind. Possessed teenage boys follow Kelly through town, waggling their inappropriate boners until she fights them with karate and kills one with an ax. Everyone has a secret doll collection. A tiny French general leads a toy army.

    Johnstone piles incident on incident, trope on trope, and if something isn’t working he keeps on piling. When time itself needs to be brought to a screeching halt, Jay Clute just pulls out his gun and shoots a clock. Because clocks make time, right? In William W. Johnstone’s world, why not?

    Who could possibly resist?

    OMWC

    Partway through painful progress on Quantum Mechanics and Path Integrals by Richard Feynman and Albert Hibbs. At one time, this would have been light reading for me… in any case, this is a much deeper dive into the basic concepts outlined in Volume 3 of the Feynman Lectures at a math level that’s challenging but not impenetrable. Feynman basically disassembled the foundations of quantum theory and recast it in a novel approach to least-action and uses this method to attack the classical problems in quantum theory (e.g., harmonic oscillators, many-body, perturbation theory) in literally a more dynamic fashion than the basic Heisenberg/Schroedinger/Dirac approaches I was taught.

    Yes, I’m a geek.

    SP

    I’ve been reading more escapist books. This month it’s been the Ruth Galloway series by Elly Griffiths. Ruth is a forensic archaeologist in Norfolk, England, who is sometimes brought in by the local police to lend her expertise when bones crop up in various places and situations. One of her best friends is a practicing Druid. Good, light reading.

    Brett L

    I haven’t read a damn thing worth a damn this month. Limitless Lands is probably the best of a bad bunch on Kindle Unlimited. I’m coming out of the closet, I’m kind of a Lit-RPG fan. Anyhow, I like the character and the writing of this one. A little military worshipful for me, and the character somehow joins a faction that is basically the Roman Empire if it had outlawed slavery and other brutal practices.

    Jesse.in.mb

    The Vine Witch by Luanne G. Smith. A light read, pretty perfect for a flight and killing time while I can’t sleep on CET. Some of the plots go unresolved, but nothing too egregious.

    JW

    I feel like I’ve graduated. This morning, I read the back of an oatmeal box. Did you know that Quakers had buckles on their shoes?

  • Friday Morning Links

    What a hell of a match this guy had.

    Liverpool pounded Leicester and has the league by the throat.  My prediction for Everton is on schedule. Chelsea sucked eggs. Spuds won without their fans getting all racist. And ManUre looked actually good for a change. There were other games, but nothing exciting. More games today. And tomorrow. And Sunday. With many teams playing on just two days rest, which is criminal.

    This didn’t happen once…against Louisiana Tech?

    The Miami Hurricanes have reached rock-bottom as a football school.  They haven’t been the same since the Buckeyes wrecked their dominance in the 2002 National Championship game. Let’s hope the Buckeyes recapture that magic in the desert tomorrow night. I’m nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof about the game. Elsewhere, Pitt managed to recapture a bit of honor for the ACC by barely beating…a 6-6 Eastern Michigan team.  Pitiful. Just pitiful. Also, no hockey for a second day in a row.  You gotta get that fixed, NHL.

    Astronomer Johannes Kepler was born on this day. So were milk ruiner Louis Pasteur (just kidding, kinda), Canadian steel magnate Cyrus Eaton, lovely actress Marlene Dietrich, actor John Amos, rocker Mick Jones, French actor and sexual deviant Gerard Depardieu, wrestler and (shouldn’t have been a ) playboy pictorial girl Chyna, and NFL flop Carson Palmer.

    Chyna.

    Look, I’m not one to give advice, but don’t go looking for that Chyna playboy pictorial. You’ll be racing off to an Arby’s, and they’re not open yet. Instead, stick around and comment in…the links!

    The stock market gave a lot of people a late Christmas gift. Look for it to keep rolling too. And look for politicians to keep taking credit.

    Now Chicagoans have Indiana to blame for something else. And I’m sure they will. And in this case, I’m curious why it took so long for the guy to be arrested. Looks like they had plenty of evidence a few weeks ago.

    I wonder what she was carrying, and I sure hope it wasn’t contagious. I’m also certain Trump will be blamed.

    Do parents not inspect these places before leaving their kids there five days a week? Seriously, they’d have to be clueless or way too trusting in a stranger.

    I’m wondering if this could be the solution rather than the problem.

    Apparently there are even millionaire 1%ers ruining California…from beyond the grave. Also, those things ain’t got shit on the ones in south and west Texas.

    So much for “stop, look, and listen”. Oh well, I’m sure its nothing a little extra training (at time and a half, obviously) can’t fix. Also, I’m glad the story lets us know the important person went home safely…and it’s no shock they refuse to give his name.

    Here’s a lovely tune from an underrated band. Hope you enjoy it.

    Well, that’s it for me.  The next post by me will hopefully be crowing about the game Saturday night.  But see my comment above. I’m cautiously optimistic…but nervous as hell.  Of course I always am.  But I digress. Have a good day, friends. And a great weekend!

  • It’s That Time of the Month

    First of all, thanks to all who tried the challenge. Whether you spent hours and hours trying to improve your sketching or simply made a few attempts, I’m sure we’d all love to see what you got. Post in the comments.

    I watched about 20 YouTube sketching tutorials and tried to follow what they were saying. But, I didn’t know what they were saying. Blending stump? Cast vs occlusion shadow? Values? Contour shading? I went down rabbit hole after rabbit hole trying to figure stuff out. I was Alice if she had nuts and hit them on every protruding root.
    Can you really learn how to be good at sketching in a month? Not when the extent of your artistic talent is drawing dicks on your older sister’s Brownie troupe group photo. I did learn some things that couldn’t possibly be useful in any other aspect of life:

    1. There are shadows everywhere. There are shadows inside shadows and the shapes they make are just as real as the objects and light creating them.

    2. Contrast is how you make things pop. If you don’t go bold in order to find the edges of possibility, you won’t be able to create subtleties.

    3. Sometimes you gotta draw a line no matter how shaky your hand is and live with it. The next time you’ll be more careful with your construction lines.

    4. Relax. Stress can cause of spaz hand. It may take a while to discover a method to relax that works for you. Keep trying because eventually you’ll be able to slip into that frame of mind easily.

    5. People have interesting faces. If you think a person is ugly, try drawing his or her face. You’ll find at least one point that is intriguing if not beautiful.

    My final work sketches. Not going to quit my day job.

    Pics links: https://m.imgur.com/a/Cee8cYW

    Music link just because I love it: youtube.com/watch?v=CbI79e5iZKs