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  • OverRated: The Week in College Football Polls

    Redemption Edition as Serious Play Begins

     

    As the season rounds the first corner, a few true scrums have been had, blemishes have arisen, and toldjasos have begun to fill the inboxes of alumni everywhere.  Most years have slow starts:  you can’t laugh at someone for losing until they at least put their season on the line and play a competent school.  So we have finally begun in earnest:  Week Four was most yummy and delivered even more yucks than I could have hoped for.

    Week Four Most OverRated Football Program Results

    1           Utah, most obviously overrated, lost to unrated USC

    2          Cal survived a trip to Ole Miss

    3          Iowa was consumed by one of those marching band scandals

    4          Washington State handled winless UCLA

    5          Florida filleted hopeless Tennessee

    5          Notre Dame scored one whole touchdown that wasn’t a gift from Georgia

    5          UCF was outsmarted, outworked, and eventually edged at Pitt

    5          Georgia made the biggest statement of the year over Notre Dame

    9          Clemson destroyed former directional school Charlotte

    9          Oklahoma was idle

    11        Oregon had few problems with Stanford

    11        Auburn managed a capable Texas A&M on the road

    11        Boise State shot down Air Force

    14        Texas awoke and survived Oklahoma State in Austin

     

    So, we now mount that trophy on the wall as our #1 biggest takedown of the year, the largest pelt taken, the silliest ranking debunked:  Utah.  Notre Dame sold off although they lost to a highly ranked Georgia, but that’s the way it is with tulip bulb mania.

    In other news,UCF lost at Pitt (our interesting team from last week) and moves from my miss column to my hit parade; I had said they seemed to be doing okay, but, suddenly, my initial disgust was proven right.  Michigan was humiliated by Wisconsin, so I’m also overturning my earlier miss on them.  Washington State is completely unranked now, so I’m moving them to my win column as well.

    Off my radar, newly ranked TCU promptly lost to cross-Plex rival SMU, but I had recorded no opinion on either heretofore.  In summation, we add four pelts to the wall, at least a couple of which are fine specimens.

    Next week conference play now begins in all earnestness, and we’ll see who survives the grind and who is forged in fire.  Here’s my latest ranking of puff toads.

     

    Newest Week N + 1 Most OverRated Football Programs

     

    1          Cal could barely hang with terrible Ole Miss; they are the newest king of hype

    2          Iowa was recently added to the list but yet to disappoint

    2          Virginia joins our list; this fever shall pass

    4          Boise St just isn’t proving anything this year

    5          Florida has yet to be disrobed

    6          Clemson must run the table since they’re ranked numero uno

    6          Georgia has made the best statement against being overrated

    8          Texas has a comfy few weeks until the Red River rivalry resumes

    8          Auburn is barely overrated if at all

    10        Oregon is living up to the hype and might well not be overrated

    11        Oklahoma is solid and might well not be overrated at all

     

    So how has our year gone so far?

    Year to Date Hides on the Wall Ratings

    1          Utah lost to an unrated USC

    2          Stanford was revealed by USC

    2          Syracuse was unranked after Maryland

    2          UCF was edged by unranked Pitt

    5          Iowa State was dethroned before their decent showing against Iowa

    5          Michigan State fell out of the ratings, so I was right after all

    7          Texas probably over-paid for losing to titan LSU

    7          Texas A&M probably over-paid for losing to titans Clemson and Auburn

    9         Washington St is now unranked after becoming lowly UCLA’s first win

    9          Florida was ranked down after silly pre-season enthusiasm (but are back up now!)

    11        Michigan was blown out by Wisconsin

     

    Year to Date It-Would-Seem Blown Calls Because They’re Doing Okay

    1          LSU

    2          UCF is now a skin on the wall after Pitt

    3          Michigan no longer a blown call because Wisconsin

    4          Washington State no longer a blown call because UCLA

     

    So closes another week.

    links to older opinions:               2019-09-22              2019-09-13              2019-09-06

     

     

    Disclosure of sources of bias:  your writer has attended the University of Tennessee, Memphis State and the University of Memphis, Christian Brothers College . . . and he sleeps with an alumna of Georgia whose parents met at Washington State . . . and his son went to Houston . . . and he never met anyone from TCU he didn’t like . . . and he irrationally hates Notre Dame, UCF, Clemson, and Notre Dame.

     

  • Learn Japanese Through Anime Titles – ご注文はうさぎですか？- Is the Order a Rabbit?

    Image source: Wikipedia Image

    Once again let’s summarize the premise:

    Cocoa Hoto enters the cafe Rabbit House, assuming there are rabbits to be cuddled. What Cocoa actually finds is her high school boarding house, staffed by the owner’s daughter, Chino Kafū, a small, precocious, and somewhat shy girl with an angora rabbit on her head. She quickly befriends Chino with the full intention of becoming like her older sister, much to Chino’s annoyance. From there she will experience her new life and befriend many others, including the military-influenced, yet feminine Rize Tedeza, the playful Chiya Ujimatsu who goes at her own pace, and the impoverished Syaro Kirima who commands an air of nobility and admiration despite her background. Slowly, through slices of life, often comedic, Cocoa becomes irreplaceable in her new friends’ lives, with Chino at the forefront.

    Source: Wikipedia

    This anime isn’t as awful as the summary makes it appear.  It’s a standard slice of life comedy with around six or so characters who simply make small talk and do funny and cute things.  It is by no means high art, but a fun way to spend 20 minutes an episode if you like anime.  Nothing to recommend for a non-anime person to watch, however.

    Japanese: ご注文はうさぎですか？

    Romanized: Gochuumon wa Usagi Desu ka?

    English Title: Is the Order a Rabbit?

    ご – go – this is an honorific. This is essentially untranslatable in English, but if you have to get point across you can use “honorable”.  The reason it’s used here is that when you are asked for your food order at a restaurant, even in the most casual of places, the staff will almost always use “go” in front of the word for your order which is…

    注文 – chuumon – order or request.

    は – ha – (pronounce “wa”) – grammar particle used to denote the topic of the sentence.

    うさぎ – usagi – rabbit.  Normally animal names are written in katakana – ウサギ – and I’m not sure why the hiragana is used here.   The word rabbit is quite common so that may be part of the reason.  Female names are also frequently written in hiragana as as it it tends to be viewed as “cuter” so that could also be part of the reasoning here.  The story is about a cafe full of cute girls.

    です – copula. More below on this.  In this particular case it is translated as “is”.

    か？- ka – another grammar particle that changes a declarative statement into a question. Technically the question mark, borrowed from the west, is unnecessary, but frequently used.

    A literal translation would be “as for your (honorable) order, it’s a rabbit?”  The actual English title is very close to the Japanese.

    When I first started learning Japanese I had little interest in linguistics.  However, I’ve always had an interest in English grammar.  So I had no idea in English the verb “to be” served dual purposes. It can be used as a copula and for the purpose of existence.

    In linguistics, a copula (plural: copulas or copulae; abbreviated cop) is a word that links the subject of a sentence to a subject complement, such as the word is in the sentence “The sky is blue.” The word copula derives from the Latin noun for a “link” or “tie” that connects two different things. – Wikipedia

    In Japanese the somewhat well known “desu” or です is used as a copula.  Note that “desu” is polite.  There is a plain form that is also very commonly used “da” or だ.  A big thing note here – the plain form copula also varies depending on dialect and region.

    Copula usage across Japan

     

    Source: Wikipedia

    To provide an example let’s look at the following:

    この部屋は台所です。Kono heya wa daidokoro desu.

    “As for this room it is the/a kitchen.”  More naturally – “This room is the kitchen”.

    Japanese doesn’t have articles (“a” or “the”) like English.  My Japanese friends learning English find figuring out which article to use in English maddening.

    However, unlike English, Japanese has two other words that are used for existence – “aru” or  ある and  “iru” or いる.  In the polite form they are “arimasu” or  あります and “imasu” or います.   Why are there two forms?  Because it’s Japanese and things need to be difficult.  Animate objects take “iru” and inanimate objects use “aru”.

    台所に猫がいます。Daidokoro ni neko ga imasu.

    “There is a cat in the kitchen.” OR “The cat is in the kitchen.”  Without context we don’t know if we are talking about our family pet or if the neighbor’s cat climbed through the window. Welcome to the obscurity of Japanese.   A cat is animate so we use “imasu”.  Note that the particles we are using here are different compared to the sentence with “desu”.  We are using the particles “ni” and “ga” and not “wa”.

    台所に冷蔵庫があります。Daidokoro ni reizouko ga arimasu.

    “The refrigerator is in the kitchen.”  Last time I checked a refrigerator isn’t able to move on its own volition so we use “arimasu”.  A car also doesn’t move of its own volition so we use “aru” when describing the existence of a car.  However, a robot despite being a machine does move by its own volition so robots use “iru”.  Simple, right?

    There you have it.  In English the verb “to be” accomplishes what takes three different words in Japanese – desu, arimasu and imasu.  In their plain forms these are iru, aru and da in standard Japanese.

    Actually, thinking about it further, if we use very polite forms of Japanese we need some additional forms for existence and the copula.  I’ll save that maddening topic that is polite Japanese for our more fluent in Japanese Glibs…

  • Thursday Afternoon Links

    Hey guys, still busy. Here’s ya links.

    Dark matter continues to be like global warming, every explanatory hypothesis gets disproved, but it “must be there” because our math equation that predicts how mass and energy interact has a slot for it.

    This is what I expected from the 21st century.

    You know the greatest thing about the Trump administration may be the complete emptying of the bag of dirty tricks. Also, I’d like to apologize to anyone from TOS from pre-2014 or so, when I still had some respect for government.

    Hey, guys, maybe stop charging Disney prices for an afternoon at the ballpark and more people will show up.

  • THE CONTINUING AWESOME ADVENTURES OF SECRET NAZI PRESIDENT!!11!1! – Vol 38: ….And the walrus you swam in on.

  • The Hat and The Hair Extended Universe: Cory and Beto

     

    “Oh, God, I’m taking your AR-57!” Beto cried out as Cory rammed into him over and over again. “Give me your AK! Give me your AK!” His Austin drawl was muffled by the rabbit head he was still wearing.

    “I’m going to BUYBACK YOUR SEMI-AUTOMATIC COCK!” the Texan screamed as Cory filled him with his hot intersectionality. Beto then ejaculated himself, his prostate clenching like an angry fist.

    Cory groaned and shuddered and shook like a tased gazelle as he fell sideways off Beto, his penis sliding out with a slithering gargle. They both lay panting in the shredded remains of Beto’s costume, their converted shipping container love nest ticking and clicking as it cooled in the Iowa night.

    “You know I have to drop out of the race soon,” Cory said quietly when he had finally caught his breath.

    “I know,” Beto replied. “Six days, right?”

    “Five now.”

    Alpha

    “I could give you money,” Beto whispered. “My wife has plenty.” He had made the offer before.

    “No,” Cory said. “If America isn’t ready for a black President, I’m not going to be able to overcome their racism with more money.”

    Beto rolled over, farted a little semen, and ran his hand over Cory’s smooth chest. “We run together, then. We’ll join campaigns.” He nuzzled Cory’s ear and said breathily, “I’ll be your VP. I love being under you.”

    “No, it would never work,” Cory said, wiping himself off on the crumpled bedsheets.

    “Black man, white man,” Beto said. “More powerful together. A chocolate and vanilla swirl of Executive leadership.”

    “It’s been done,” Cory said.

    “Not with a real American black man,” Beto protested. “And I’m am Latinx! Viva la Texicano! Er, I mean, ‘Viva la Texicanx!’”

    “But would it be enough to lock up the Black and White Hispanic vote?” Cory asked. “No, I don’t think so.”

    “Then come out!” Beto said excitedly. He climbed out of bed and took off the giant rabbit’s head. “Actually black and gay? So intersectional! They couldn’t criticize you then.”

    “Then I jeopardize the Black vote. And I couldn’t do that to Rosie anyway,” Cory said. He got out of bed as well. “Where are my clothes? I was supposed to be out on a run.”

    “Rosie’s just a beard. She’s getting paid well enough,” Beto said. “Did you have to shred this?” he asked, handling up the rags his rabbit costume had been reduced to. “It was my favorite.”

    “You know how I get, baby,” Cory said. “I see you on TV in those mom jeans and I just got to have you.”

    “Oh, you,” Beto said affectionately as he squatted over a bucket and shat into it noisily.

    Beto

    “Five days,” Cory said sadly. “I didn’t even make it to the Iowa caucuses.”

    “Come out and we’ll run together,” Beto said excitedly. “Black/white, gay/straight, butch/furry. We’ll be a tornado of intersectional fury!”

    “Straight?” Cory asked, laughingly.

    “I have a wife and kids,” Beto said as another hissing spray of santorum came out of his ass. “Of course, I’m straight.”

    “Oh, sweetie,” Cory said as he crossed to the gangly Texan. “I just love you so much.”

    Beto smiled and took Cory’s half-hard penis into his mouth.

  • Thursday Morning Links

    Damn, two outs away!

    Man, I stayed up until almost midnight to see if Greinke would get his no-hitter. Damn Mariners players spoiled it in the ninth.  But the Astros still won and put a death grip on home field as the Yankees lost. The Brewers locked up the final NL playoff spot while the Indians hopes are on life support in the AL with just a few games to go.

    ManUre avoided the same ignominious departure Spuds suffered the day before as they dumped mighty Rochdale on penalties.  A handful of PL teams weren’t as lucky, falling to third and fourth-tier squads. There wasn’t much else going on, but hockey season is rapidly approaching. And the NFL gets back in gear tonight.

    Asshole thinking. Or maybe he’s just drunk again.

    St Francis of Assisi was born on this day. So were: dog-torturer Ivan Pavlov, poet T.S. Eliot, Pope Paul VI, fitness guru Jack LaLanne, rocker Bryan Ferry, singer/”actress” Olivia Newton-John, Terminator-killer Linda Hamilton, dipshit Francis O’Rourke, and possible steroid-user Serena Williams.

    OK, not as many lookers today as yesterday. Oh well, on to…the links!

    A majority of the House now backs “some type of impeachment”. So gone are the days when you name a specific high crime or misdemeanor and lay out evidence. We’ve reached the point when the rule of law is dead as it relates to this process, folks.

    Union workers, meet your replacements.

    The GM strike is starting to have a ripple effect on the Michigan economy. I sure hope those guys who make on average more than double what nurses make to push buttons can make it through these tough times. Actually, I don’t. I hope GM relocates all of those operations to plants in right-to-work states and tells them to fuck off.

    Gee, who didn’t see this one coming? So. Stunning. And. Brave.

    Nobody cares anymore!

    Just in case you’d forgotten, everything is a shitshow in the UK government as well.

    AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA  ::catches breath:: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That’s some good stuff there.

    I know college kids can be smelly-ass slobs, but seriously? (Anything else here would give the story away, so that’s all you’re getting.)

    Uh, next time maybe question why they’re serving guacamole with sushi, ok? Ugh, that could not have been a pleasant surprise.

    This is for Tundra! And no, it’s not Joe Jackson. I wouldn’t do that to anybody.

    Well, that’s all. Have a great day, friends!

  • The Little Things

    I am fortunate to have been born in the United States where I was able to get an education that led to a career which affords me a comfortable lifestyle.  I have traveled to some beautiful countries, eaten some amazing meals and bought some fun toys.  However, I find the enjoyment that I receive from these expensive distractions are fleeting.  What I have found leads to the most consistent feelings of happiness is focusing on the little things.  Here are a few of my favorite things.

    Every morning, after I have crawled out of bed, I make a cup of coffee.  Not just any coffee, but coffee I have roasted myself. I place the kettle to boil, deposit the beans into the grinder and fetch my Glibs-branded coffee mug.  I listen for the water to steam and smell the beans as they grind, much like being near a waterfall, listening to the water crash off the rocks and smell the bouquet of nature.  A few minutes of quiet contemplation. Once the water has come to the proper temperature, I mix the grounds and water in my French press and begin my four-minute wait. The process in entirety takes ten minutes.  Ten minutes to myself, where I’m not concerned about the problems of the world or my own.  Broken from my quiet reflection by the timer’s alarm, I eagerly pour my magical creation into my cup and deeply breathe in my latest batch.  Did my roast yield mediocre results or the finest cup of coffee on earth?  That is the most exciting part.  Experiencing the results of your own craft.  Really tasting the coffee and noting the uniqueness of each batch.  Learning from my mistakes and reveling in my triumphs. I eschew quick coffee methods because I enjoy the ritual and its usually superior results.  After draining my cup, I move to the bathroom. 

    Before work, like many of you, I engage in a hygiene routine.  Brushing of teeth, showering of body, combing of hair and whatnot.  The one area I may differ in is shaving. Several years ago, I decided to buy a straight razor because I thought it was cool. Probably the influence of too many gangster and cowboy movies.   I am not one to waste space on useless baubles, so I decided to learn how to use the aforementioned straight razor.  I fill the sink with scalding water and douse my face.  I use my silver tip badger fur brush to whip up shaving cream in my little steel bowls.  I strop my razor on fine leather and listen to the blade sing. With razor sharp and water hot, I apply the rich lather to my face.  I will confess this, when shaving with a straight razor, your mind can be on no other task, or you will pay a blood price.  Scraping and contorting my face, I shear my face in the grain of the growth. Another application of lather and I reverse the process.  Rinsing, I inspect the results of my efforts and feel pride when no errant hairs are left or blood my blade.  A quick application of aftershave and a ritual that requires absolute attention is done. I dress and leave for work refreshed and focused.  

    Having done yeoman’s work commenting on Glibertarians, I usually arrive home before midnight.  I give my wife a hello kiss and a pat on the bottom, then steal away to the kitchen for my own heaven on earth: the liquor cabinet.  I enjoy trying new spirits, but rye whiskey is a common companion.  I take my crystal tumbler from its place and place two ice cubes inside.  I love the sound of ice clinking against the crystal.  The high tinkle contrasts perfectly with the dull thunk when I pull the stopper from the bottle of Whistle Pig.  The Pig mascot in his top hat looks approvingly at me as I pour myself two fingers of that golden brown elixir and retire to the sofa to unwind.  Swirling the glass to chill and dilute the whiskey, I deeply inhale the spicy sweet scent, recounting the day’s events.  The first sip lovingly burns my throat and warms my belly.  A pricey bottle to be sure, but well worth the expense. Another day finished.  Another ritual complete. 

    These are my half-hour rituals that give me joy and keeps me sane.  I spend money to enjoy quality whiskey, coffee and razors, but that small investment pays dividends that more than offset the cost.  In fact, your small things need not cost money at all.  You could take a morning walk, play with your pet, read to your children or any number of free activities.  The key to happiness is being mindful and present and really focusing on what makes you happy. I invite everyone to share their “Little Things” in the comments section.

     

  • Wednesday Afternoon Links

    Whoa, I just talked for two hours straight and that is not my jam. Here are some quick links because my meeting ran long.

    Apparently $1M is not enough to buy forgiveness for being young and stupid enough to post racist stuff on Twitter.

    Local news, manatee wants to be frens.

    I don’t think that’s how pet-breeding works.

    I lived in a men’s dorm my freshman year of college. I can see how this could happen. My roommate and I had an argument over who left the tupperware out that got moldy in March. He won in May by moving out first.

     

  • The Hat and The Hair: Episode 134

     

    “IM-PEACH-MENT?!?” Donald yelled from the Presidential Shitter.

    “Oh, fuck, here we go,” the hair said.

    “Shh. Sleeping,” the hat said hoarsely.

    “Will you wake up?” the hair said, rocking back and forth. “This is embarrassing.” Donald had left the hat on the Resolute desk, upturned like a turtle dying in the sun, the hair inside the cap.

    “Call the scheduling secretary!” Donald said. “Get her to get that old hag over here! We had a deal, dammit. A deal!”

    “WAKE UP!” the hair screamed.

    “What, goddammit?” the hat asked loudly and then quietly, “Why am I upside down?”

    “Donald left us like this after you passed out,” the hair said.

    “I passed out?”

    “You took like eight Benadryl.”

    “Why did I take eight Benadryl?”

    “I don’t know,” the hair said wearily. “Why do you do anything you do?”

    “Where’s Donald?” the hat asked.

    “Reading Twitter on the shitter.”

    “Stop rhyming; too tired for that,” the hat replied.

    “Turn over,” the hair order. “Let me out of your bowlish nethers.”

    “And Schumer! Get them both in here!” Donald yelled. “Drag him in by his hairy tits if you have to!”

    The hat rocked to one side, grunting, and then to the other. “I’m stuck, I think,” he said, still rocking.

    “I can’t get any leverage,” the hair said.

    “Throw your weight to the said side when I do,” the hat said.
    “I’m hair!” the hair said. “I don’t weigh anything.”

    “All that Rogaine you been stress-eating?” the hat asked maliciously. “You weigh, buddy-boy. You weigh.”

    “ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?!?” the hair screamed.

    “Fat?” Donald asked. “Who’s calling me fat?”

    “Can we just do this?” the hat asked. They grunted and rocked together until the hat flipped over. The hair crawled out from under the brim with a series of loud sighs.

    They heard the toilet in the Presidential Shitter flush once, then again and again. “Goddammit,” Donald grumbled.

    “He eats, like no fiber,” the hair whispered.

    “Who called me fat?” Donald demanded, standing in the doorway to the Oval Office.

    “Oh, my God, Donald!” the hair said.

    “Donald!” the hat ordered, “Put your pants on!”

    “What?” Donald asked, shrugging and making the bulbous tip of his penis bob.”

    “Go,” the hair ordered. “Pants. Now!” Donald grumbled in retreated to the bathroom.

    “A fucking mycological goddamn nightmare,” the hat muttered.

    “Should we see if we can get Nancy and Chuck to come over?” the hair asked.

    “Of course not. Nancy doesn’t want impeachment, she’s just had her hand forced. And Chuck is just her ass-puppet.”

    “What are we going to do?” the hair asked.

    “Yeah, what are we going to do?” Donald asked, back in the doorway and struggling to button his pants.

    “We sit back let them eat each other alive,” the hat replied.

  • Wednesday Morning Links

    Happy birthday to (both of) you

    Commie Ethel Rosenberg was born on this day.  That pinko shares it with baseball player/announcer Phil “Scooter” Rizzuto, TV personality Babawa Wawwes, writer Shel Silverstein, actor Michael Douglas, 80s bombshell Cheryl Tiegs, actor Mark Hamill, equestrian enthusiast Christopher Reeve, another 80s bombshell Heather Locklear, rap legend Will Smith, and wife of a guy from earlier on the list Catherine Zeta-Jones.

    Can we have a double-teammate Cy Young this year please?

    The Nats clinched a playoff berth, the Brewers are on the verge of doing the same thanks to a Cubs collapse for the ages, and the Brew Crew are looking at winning a division now. The Astros inched closer to home field as Cole set a team record for strikeouts in a season as he won his 15th straight start.  And across the pond, Spuds lost to a fourth-tier side to unceremoniously exit the League Cup.

    OK, lots going on out there, so on with…the links!

    The Senate has demanded the entire whistleblower complaint (while the House postures), and the White House plans on complying in short order. And for added measure and transparency, they are including the IG’s assessment of the complaint and background on the whistleblower for context. Oh yeah, and apparently a letter from Senate Dems has surfaced where they tell the Ukrainian government to assist in the Mueller probe or face consequences should they regain power.  Good times.

    “Yeah, its called ‘acting’”.

    Joaquin Phoenix apparently understands the role Hollywood should play in our lives. I like his Charles Barkley-esque take here.  Dude gets it.

    Masshole government pushes people to smoke or get products from black market. You know, the same black market where all the problem items have come from.  Christ, what a bunch of assholes cuntes.

    In the words of Bernie Sanders, nobody needs more than one tomato.  Ah Florida. Never change.

    “Let’s get this moved and put a big-ass rock here.”

    So much for tolerant, caring San Francisco.

    Not sure why they thought this would stop us, but it didn’t,” one of the campers, James Ayres, 36, told the San Francisco Chronicle at the time. “Maybe they’ll put more out here. I don’t know. They’ve got lots of money to do it.”

    I don’t know what the solution is (other than the government not being involved). But I do know that people should feel safe walking out their front door and traversing their city streets. Also, you’re not camping if you live there.

    “Was that wrong? was I not supposed to do that? Cause I gotta tell ya…” Man, that guy’s union needs to step up their game. In Chicago, he’d have been given treatment.  And then a medal for completing treatment.

    Looks like I-10 is about to be reopened just east of Houston. Thank God the bridge is ok. That has been wreaking havoc on freight movement.

    The first 20 seconds of this video is what I feel like reading the comments here. Actually, the entire video is an artistic interpretation of this place.  And yes, that’s a compliment because its a great song.

    Now, go have a fantastic day getting over the hump.