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  • Monday Morning Links

    This may be an accurate depiction of me on Saturday night.

    While gathering material for the links, I see that there may be a world shaking event, impacting the Hat and the Hair.

    The Hair 2.0?

    So once I recovered from that shocker, I found some links for all of you to read and comment on… no, seriously! OK, a man can dream, can’t he? What’s that? Nightmares are dreams too? Yeah…I guess so. Anyway, have some links:

    1. I did not realize one of the Glibs had gone to London. We will see who is missing in the comments.
    2. Florida Man…I respect that he is still alive.
    3. Ah, Chicago….at least there are distractions available in Illinois now.
    4. Mexicans imperiled… weed becoming more available. No word yet on buttsechs.

    Music link – for some reason I thought of Almanian! this morning.

  • What’s Happening This Week…Or Not (for some of you)

     

     

    Greetings, Glibs.

     

    You know I love each and every one of you. Perhaps some more than others. 😉

    However, some of you are about to be unglibbed.

    As you all know, we are well over 1 million comments. Since our humble beginnings in February 2017, we’ve had 3,336 posts published (well, 3,337 if you count this one). Registered users stands at 843.

    Of those 843 registrants, how many do you recall seeing?

    And there’s the rub.

    Each registration takes up space in the site database. We’re a bit of a shoestring operation; a larger database starts to translate into higher server bills.

    That’s not the main problem, though. Security is pretty good here at Glib HQ. DreamHost does a good job on the server side, and I have a variety of measures and contingencies in place within our WP installation and elsewhere. But there is no denying that having a large number of registered-but-inactive users — people who have the ability to comment and throw links into those comments — starts to be a security issue.

    Of those 843 registrants, fewer than 200 are/have been active on the site. That leaves a significant number of registered accounts just floating around out there.

    You know where this is going.

    Starting this week, I’ll be degrading those unused accounts as a first step toward eliminating them. This will be a gradual process, so registered users who want to remain thus, have a chance to do so.

    Anyone who is active on the site will not degraded…unless they pay extra to Webdom for the service, of course. If you DO find that you have trouble logging in, please get in touch with me through the usual tech support form.

    OK, now that the housekeeping is out of the way, let’s go over what will be posted on the site this week for your edification and delight.

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    There are three things you can count on in life. Well, not really three. There’s taxes and death, and…. No, I guess it is three. Links! Of course we’ll have links! Banjos, Swiss, Brett L, OMWC, Spud, and perhaps other designated hitters, will bring you links.

    On Monday, Animal has another installment of bolt gun history on tap for us, and I have a super easy recipe in the evening.

    Banjos attempts to recap Spygate for us Tuesday midday. Poor Mythical Libertarian Woman says she’s too crazy busy at work all weekend to get time to watch and write for you about Woke Charmed. Personally, I think she just needed a week off from it. We will have something related for you in the usual time slot, however.

    Wednesday (uh-oh!). Be prepared for your regularly scheduled lunch hour horror show The Hat & The Hair! Later on, Tonio stops in with Part 8 of The Glibening.

    In the Thursday midday spot, Trashy takes on the EPA in the next episode of Standard Libertarian Disclaimer. I.B. McGinty shares Part Two of his excellent Murphy bed project in the just-before-bedtime post.

    Friday, everyone’s favorite mother stops by midday, and one or another Cryptid will be sure to bring you an evening post.

    Get into the weekend with Mexican Sharpshooter’s beverage post at the normal time Saturday. Then, Spudalicious brings us Saturday evening links. Hopefully, he’ll be more inspired this week so I don’t have to listen to OMWC cackle about good help being so hard to find.

    Want to be among the illustrious Glibs noted on the Contributing Writers’ page? Get busy! You can see we accept a huge variety of content and are truly grateful for same.

    See you in the funny papers!

    Lake One-of-Those Roosevelts

  • IFLA: The “A Day Late” Edition of the horoscope for the Week of June 2

    There are two BARCO alignments which, due to their nature I will summarize simply:

    Jupiter retrograde in Sagittarius (Misrule) + Moon in Taurus (clumsiness) + Sun (greatness) = gigantic fuckup.

    Mars in Cancer (low-level war) + Mercury in Taurus (delayed news) + Sun (greatness) + Saturn retrograde in Capricorn (stupidity) = news about a conflict, but false.

    So, expect a news report from a “reliable” source about a conflict that will turn out to be bullshit.    I know, kind of a lame prediction, but neither of these alignments were very good either.

    Gemini has a good week.  Cancer has to deal with cowardly little shits sniping.  And Taurus-born women will be unusually effective in their endeavors.  Not so much guys born under that sign though.

    The cards don’t look particularly fun this week, either.  Lots of reversals, poor growing, enmity/opposition from both the medical and financial professions, attempts at one night stands will be unsuccessful.  The emphasis is on prudent stewardship of resources and personal/spiritual development.  The good news is, longer term plans made this week will be successful.  Keep company with a dog.

    Gemini:  Ace of Swords, reversed –  Pyrrhic victory, disaster

    Cancer:  The Sun, reversed –  Diminishment, withering

    Leo:  Page of Swords – Supervision, weasley bastard working in your interest

    Virgo:  King of Cups, reversed – A dishonest man, scandal, vice, double-dealing, injustice, pillage, roguery

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

    Scorpio:  Knight of Wands, reversed – rupture, division, interruption, discord

    Sagittarius:  3 of Coins, reversed –  Mediocrity in work, pettiness, weakness

    Capricorn:  6 of Cups, reversed – Renewal, events coming to fruition

    Aquarius:  Knight of Swords – Skill, bravery, capacity, defense, address, enmity, wrath, war, destruction, opposition, resistance, ruin.

    Pisces:  7 of Coins – money, business, barter, successful investment, harvest

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

    Taurus:  The Hierophant –  Seeking beyond, removing limitations, triumph of the overt over the covert.

     

     

  • Sunday Morning Links of Revenge

     

    See, I go away for a day to get some quality hiking time in (and the Tonto National Forest is absolutely gorgeous), and whaddaya know, some asshole starts shitposting.

    Now, I do have some sympathy for a guy who suffered brain damage from breathing in too much smoke over his career- and it wasn’t like he had a full complement of chromosomes to start with. But this is the kind of shit that none of you fine people should have to deal with. It’s low class, and Spud’s mashed-potatoes-for-brains aren’t an excuse. So in partial recompense, I’ll give you some decent links today. Starting with birthdays, the kind of thing that, along with a man-sized assortment of links, Spud’s laziness would deny you.

    Birthdays today include a harelip; a guy who was unfortunately born before GPS and navigation to “home”; an enigma; a beaver that got killed in Viet Nam;  and an academic grifter who has debased political discourse.

    And now the news.

     


     

    This is my congressman. It would take a lot to get me to vote for Team Blue, but Andy’s doing his best. Higher taxes, tanked economy, and Moar Drug War are for your own good, Citizen. Fuck you, Andy, you’re a disgrace.

     

    Agree with him or not, there actually IS someone with principles in congress. Who knew?

     

    World’s Smallest Violin. And as I knew before I even started, the first subject of their sob story deliberately chose an expensive school, voluntarily put herself deed in debt, majored in something with no financial payoff, and finished with a degree from a school known principally for turning out perverts.

     

    I thought, “This HAS to be The Onion.” 

     

    I should not have laughed half as hard as I did when I read this.

     

    Welcome to the fish bowl.

     

    “Flying commercial is like getting in a long tube full of demons.” Well, I can’t argue that point.

     

    “Kids, that’s where your dinner comes from.”

     

    I love intersectionality. Even better, there seems to be a pattern.

     

    Protect your kids from JJ.

     

    And this is a sad note for me to post. I loved Roky and his music, and his collaboration with Okkerville River (the band featured for Old Guy Music yesterday) was a highlight of my time in Austin.

     


     

    Old Guy Music, and specifically chosen today to piss you people off. But I like it and I’m the guy posting this.

     

  • Saturday night links of leftovers

    “First the links, and then world domination.”

     

    It’s Saturday, we’ve just spent a week sifting through the events of the day, many links posted, and now to glean something from the headlines worth discussing.

    And then along comes OMWC, acting like he’s friggin’ Matt Drudge, and posts three dozen links per post. And it’s intentional. I know it’s intentional. And I also think he won’t be back in time to defend himself before this is a dead post.

    As a result, you’re left with the leftovers nobody else wanted.

     

    There were birthdays, alrighty. Birthdays.

     

    Idaho man.

    Not to be outdone, Florida man.

    The lengths people will go to get their precious fungi.

    How long can you tread water.

    Totally, a stable genius.

    AOC, makes new friends.

     

    The floor is yours, Glibs! Snark away. It’s Saturday!

  • I Can’t Get No….

    A local politician decided to take action against a Facebook user that criticized her on Facebook.  It resulted in the local politician researching the Facebook user, finding out where he works, calling his HR, and informing them of their employee’s actions on Facebook.  She just wanted an apology….

    Seriously, here’s a link.  It’s a tough choice in determining who to hate more, a guy shitposting on Facebook, or the politician that appears to be trying to get him to lose his job.  No arbitrary abuse of power here…

    This is my review of Highwater Brewing Sugaree Maple Pecan Pie

    Is this the new norm for political discourse?  When did we turn into a bunch of assholes?  This is not that kind of article where I lecture you about proper discourse, or a plea for civility in political discussions, I promise you.  I am here to present a solution:

     

    Dueling.

    “Your mother is a nice lady.” “You lie, I demand an apology.” “…I am sorry your mother is a nice lady.”

    I know what six of you are thinking, “doesn’t this violate NAP?”  The rest of you are probably thinking, “Hell Yeah!”  For those six I submit there were indeed rules to dueling.

    Rule 1. The first offense requires the first apology, though the retort may have been more offensive than the insult. Example: A tells B he is impertinent, etc. B retorts that he lies; yet A must make the first apology because he gave the first offense, and then (after one fire) B may explain away the retort by a subsequent apology.

    Rule 2. But if the parties would rather fight on, then after two shots each (but in no case before), B may explain first, and A apologize afterward.

    N.B. The above rules apply to all cases of offenses in retort not of stronger class than the example.

    Rule 3. If a doubt exist who gave the first offense, the decision rests with the seconds; if they won’t decide, or can’t agree, the matter must proceed to two shots, or to a hit, if the challenger require it.

    Rule 4. When the lie direct is the first offense, the aggressor must either beg pardon in express terms; exchange two shots previous to apology; or three shots followed up by explanation; or fire on till a severe hit be received by one party or the other.

    Rule 5. As a blow is strictly prohibited under any circumstances among gentlemen, no verbal apology can be received for such an insult. The alternatives, therefore — the offender handing a cane to the injured party, to be used on his own back, at the same time begging pardon; firing on until one or both are disabled; or exchanging three shots, and then asking pardon without proffer of the cane.

    If swords are used, the parties engage until one is well blooded, disabled, or disarmed; or until, after receiving a wound, and blood being drawn, the aggressor begs pardon.

    N.B. A disarm is considered the same as a disable. The disarmer may (strictly) break his adversary’s sword; but if it be the challenger who is disarmed, it is considered as ungenerous to do so.

    In the case the challenged be disarmed and refuses to ask pardon or atone, he must not be killed, as formerly; but the challenger may lay his own sword on the aggressor’s shoulder, then break the aggressor’s sword and say, “I spare your life!” The challenged can never revive the quarrel — the challenger may.

    Rule 6. If A gives B the lie, and B retorts by a blow (being the two greatest offenses), no reconciliation can take place till after two discharges each, or a severe hit; after which B may beg A’s pardon humbly for the blow and then A may explain simply for the lie; because a blow is never allowable, and the offense of the lie, therefore, merges in it. (See preceding rules.)

    N.B. Challenges for undivulged causes may be reconciled on the ground, after one shot. An explanation or the slightest hit should be sufficient in such cases, because no personal offense transpired.

    Rule 7. But no apology can be received, in any case, after the parties have actually taken ground, without exchange of fires.

    Rule 8. In the above case, no challenger is obliged to divulge his cause of challenge (if private) unless required by the challenged so to do before their meeting.

    Rule 9. All imputations of cheating at play, races, etc., to be considered equivalent to a blow; but may be reconciled after one shot, on admitting their falsehood and begging pardon publicly.

    Rule 10. Any insult to a lady under a gentleman’s care or protection to be considered as, by one degree, a greater offense than if given to the gentleman personally, and to be regulated accordingly.

    Rule 11. Offenses originating or accruing from the support of ladies’ reputations, to be considered as less unjustifiable than any others of the same class, and as admitting of slighter apologies by the aggressor: this to be determined by the circumstances of the case, but always favorable to the lady.

    Rule 12. In simple, unpremeditated recontres with the smallsword, or couteau de chasse, the rule is — first draw, first sheath, unless blood is drawn; then both sheath, and proceed to investigation.

    Rule 13. No dumb shooting or firing in the air is admissible in any case. The challenger ought not to have challenged without receiving offense; and the challenged ought, if he gave offense, to have made an apology before he came on the ground; therefore, children’s play must be dishonorable on one side or the other, and is accordingly prohibited.

    Rule 14. Seconds to be of equal rank in society with the principals they attend, inasmuch as a second may either choose or chance to become a principal, and equality is indispensible.

    Rule 15. Challenges are never to be delivered at night, unless the party to be challenged intend leaving the place of offense before morning; for it is desirable to avoid all hot-headed proceedings.

    Rule 16. The challenged has the right to choose his own weapon, unless the challenger gives his honor he is no swordsman; after which, however, he can decline any second species of weapon proposed by the challenged.

    Rule 17. The challenged chooses his ground; the challenger chooses his distance; the seconds fix the time and terms of firing.

    Rule 18. The seconds load in presence of each other, unless they give their mutual honors they have charged smooth and single, which should be held sufficient.

    Rule 19. Firing may be regulated — first by signal; secondly, by word of command; or thirdly, at pleasure — as may be agreeable to the parties. In the latter case, the parties may fire at their reasonable leisure, but second presents and rests are strictly prohibited.

    Rule 20. In all cases a miss-fire is equivalent to a shot, and a snap or non-cock is to be considered as a miss-fire.

    Rule 21. Seconds are bound to attempt a reconciliation before the meeting takes place, or after sufficient firing or hits, as specified.

    Rule 22. Any wound sufficient to agitate the nerves and necessarily make the hand shake, must end the business for that day.

    Rule 23. If the cause of the meeting be of such a nature that no apology or explanation can or will be received, the challenged takes his ground, and calls on the challenger to proceed as he chooses; in such cases, firing at pleasure is the usual practice, but may be varied by agreement.

    Rule 24. In slight cases, the second hands his principal but one pistol; but in gross cases, two, holding another case ready charged in reserve.

    Rule 25. Where seconds disagree, and resolve to exchange shots themselves, it must be at the same time and at right angles with their principals, thus:

    If with swords, side by side, with five paces interval.

    N.B. All matters and doubts not herein mentioned will be explained and cleared up by application to the committee, who meet alternately at Clonmel and Galway, at the quarter sessions, for that purpose.

    Because there a rules each quarreling party must abide by this appears to be the ideal solution, particularly because both parties enter into the duel voluntarily.  Instead of getting the Shitposter’s employer involved, the Politician simply could demand an apology.  If…more likely when, the Shitposter refused, she could then defend her honor by challenging the Shitposter to a duel.  The American rules appear to have provisions in the event swords are chosen.  Because I can count on one hand the number of people I know that can handle a sword thanks to his medieval sword fighting hobby, I assume most people will choose pistols.

    Furthermore, there would necessarily have to be some kind of referee involved, if nothing else to file the forms with the local courts and probably the Sheriff’s office.  I suggest we keep this modest and not have duels wind up like this:

    ”Swords or pistols.”

    ”Kel-Tec KSG”

    ”…can you at least tell me where to find one?”

    Pistols would need to be kept simple as possible.  In the past, this was easy enough given the prevailing technology at the time meant sister smoothbore, flintlock pistols of various style and caliber.  Heavy triggers, slow ignition, limited practical accuracy, and at least one of duelists having the good sense to chicken out at the last second reduced the likelihood that somebody was going to die.  A modern Glock 17 might be suicidal.  A .22LR, single action revolver might be more prudent.  Why .22?  If I don’t want to get shot with a .22, I sure as hell don’t want to get shot with a .38…

    A referee to ensure adherence to the rules, and provide a witness in the event the duel turns into murder, means the quarrel ends fairly.  I assume only three or four people will necessarily have to die because they called somebody a Nazi over disagreement on an excise tax on soda.  Once this happens, people might choose their words just a little more carefully, or at the very least not attempt to endanger their livelihood because they criticized a politicians actions.  Somebody criticizing your actions comes with the territory of being a politician, and your opinions being expressed on a public forum are subject to interpretation and criticism by the public.  Grow up.

    As for the beer.  This is sweet.  In fact I will go so far as to say it is probably too sweet for Sugarfree.  It is essentially a nut brown ale with a touch of maple, which results in the beer tasting an awful lot like pecan pie, which I happen to like. Highwater Brewing Sugaree Maple Pecan Pie: 2.4/5

     

  • Saturday Morning Links In Absentia

    As you read these, SP and I are already out of the house and heading north on a road trip. Yahweh bless the “schedule” function in Word Press. So behave yourselves, since we’ll be back and you do NOT want to piss her off. /nervously glances at her rusty tin can lid collection

    Some interesting birthdays today, including the co-author of my favorite book on gravitation and relativity; my favorite punk rocker; the recipient of Harry Tuttle’s largesse; a popular wizard; someone described as “America’s Favorite Sheriff” but whom I will always think of as Will Stockdale; the person who actually was America’s Favorite Sheriff; and someone described by the great songwriter Greg Brown as “so tired, so tired, so tired.”

    Onward and upward to the news.

     


     

    Of course they waited until after I left. Timing is not my gift.

     

    Isn’t this a character on Veep? Oh yeah, Sherman Tanz.

     

    It’s fortunate, given the shit-smearing tendencies of their kids, that Sloopy and Banjos aren’t renting.

     

    FUCK THAT SHIT! PABST! BLUE! RIBBON!

     

    I can’t see how this could possibly be constitutional, but given these two, that will be no impediment.

     

    This is so funny and so wrong on so many levels.

     

    Secret Nazi Base. Heinlein was right!

     

    Obvious jokes aside, I’m not sure that the Ick Factor should be the basis for law.

     

    Now this was unintentionally interesting:

    “Statistics show that since 1982, the majority of mass shootings — 54 percent — were committed by white men,” Newsweek reported while citing statistics on mass shootings compiled by Mother Jones. “Black people were the second largest perpetrators of mass shootings based on ethnic background, but only accounted for roughly 16 percent of the total incidents during the same time period.”

    So putting aside the likely mendacity in how “mass shooting” is defined by Mother Jones and Newsweek, if there was absolutely no correlation of mass shooting with race, these are pretty much the kind of numbers you’d expect to see. Huh.

     


     

    Old Guy Music today is a delightful song from a band that, in a just world, would be more popular than Jesus.

  • ZARDOZ FRIDAY NIGHT ADVICE AND LINKS

    HOLA, LOS ESCOGIDOS.

    ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. ZARDOZ NOTES THE CONTINUING GOOD WORK OF THE CHOSEN ONES, AND REWARDS THEIR EFFORTS. KEEP UP THE SNARKING AT THE BRUTALS, REMEMBERING THAT THE GUN IS GOOD. GO FORTH AND COMMENT!

    BY POPULAR DEMAND (I.E. THE CHOSEN ONE “CHAFED”, SP, SUGARFREE, ETC) ZARDOZ WILL DEAL WITH A VERY SPECIAL PAIR OF ADVICE BITS FROM THE WITLESS BRUTALS AT SLATE.

     

    Q: I came out as trans to my parents when I was a teenager. They weren’t supportive, and I was sent to see a psychologist I didn’t feel comfortable talking to. I felt so guilty about the high copays that I claimed it was “just a phase” and even managed to sort of convince myself. I’m now in my early 30s, have a great career, and am engaged to a wonderful woman, but I still experience the desire to transition. My fiancée knows I saw a therapist when I was a teenager, but she doesn’t know the details, and it’s weighing on me. In the last three years I’ve been having recurring dreams where I get to be a woman, and when I wake up, I feel so depressed I can’t even get out of bed. I just want to fall back asleep and dream again. My question is twofold: Do I owe my fiancée an explanation? Do I call off the wedding? I don’t even know where to go from here. Part of me wants to keep things as they are, looking forward to these dreams as they come up and thinking about what could have been. The other part of me wants to scream who I truly am to the world and deal with it, even if that means losing everything.

    A: ZARDOZ HAS CONSULTED THE TABERNACLE, AS IT HAS THE WISDOM OF ALL HUMANITY STORED WITHIN ITS CIRCUITS. THE CONCLUSION – YOU ARE A MESS. HOWEVER, YOU ARE A MESS IN ONE GOOD WAY. IF YOU END UP RENDERING YOUR EVIL PENIS UNABLE TO SHOOTS SEEDS, AND CREATE NEW LIFE…THEN ZARDOZ HEARTILY COMMENDS YOUR DOING WHATEVER IT TAKES TO LIVE YOUR DREAM.

    THIS HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE.

    HOWEVER, IF YOU VALUE THIS “FIANCEE” MORE, THEN YOU MUST SUPPRESS YOUR OWN DESIRES. REMEMBER, IT WILL BE UNTO DEATH DO YOU PART…

    YOU MAY PART NOW.

    IF UNABLE TO CHOOSE, THEN ZARDOZ RECOMMENDS A LIFE OF GRAIN SLAVERY IN THE SERVICE OF THE VORTEX.

    ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN.

     

    Q: I am a 38-year-old single gay man. I often watch guys masturbate on a popular cam site. I don’t perform on camera myself, but I like interacting with the guys who do, and I have a number of favorites. A few months ago, I found the stream of an 18-year-old guy whose routine I liked a lot. “Cam” quickly became one of my favorites, and I always tipped generously whenever I saw his show. He didn’t show his face, but his bio mentioned that he’s a high school senior who lives in the same metropolitan area as me and likes daddies. (He doesn’t know where I live.) I never suggested meeting up because the fantasy is enough for me.

    This is where it gets weird. Cam’s voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it. He talked about wanting to show his face on camera, and one night he did. I was shocked when I realized he was the son of my co-workers. I’ve known him since he was about 14 via various “family night” activities sponsored by my employer. Cam has always been out and proud, and now that he’s of legal age, he’s clearly decided he wants to be very out. He’s an adult, at least according to the law, and has every right to do what he wants on camera to anyone who wants to watch. However, I worry that Cam could be setting himself up for trouble down the road, as I know that people record webcammers and post the videos all over the internet. I’m also fairly sure that Cam’s parents don’t know what he’s doing late at night in his bedroom. What’s more, he uses his real name on his stream, so it would be easy to track him down. Should I tell Cam’s mom and dad? Should I somehow tell Cam that I know who he is and that he should be more careful online? I want to make it clear that I’m not looking for permission to ask him out, have sex with him, be his sugar daddy, etc. I have not watched Cam’s stream since the night he went fully exposed. I probably won’t watch his show again, as it squicked me out a little watching a young man I know putting it all out there. What would you do?

    —Webcam Recognition

    A: CALL ZARDOZ SUSPICIOUS, BUT ZARDOZ BELIEVES YOU MAY NOT BE FORTHCOMING IN YOUR DESCRIPTION OF THIS SERIES OF EVENTS. CLEARLY THERE IS SOME SORT OF MUTUAL BLACKMAIL ATTEMPT ONGOING. FOR BOTH YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS, ZARDOZ HEREBY SENTENCES YOU BOTH TO LIFE (NASTY, BRUTISH AND SHORT) IN THE GRAIN FIELDS OF THE VORTEX!

    APPEAL DENIED.

    SHOULD THIS ASSESSMENT BE INCORRECT, IN THE MOMENTS YOU HAVE LEFT BEFORE THE BRUTAL EXTERMINATORS COME TO DRAG YOU AWAY, YOU SHOULD KEEP YOUR FLAPPING BRUTAL MOUTH SHUT AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. “CAM” HAS MADE HIS DECISION TO “PUT IT ALL OUT THERE”, WHO ARE YOU TO PEACH ON HIM?

    ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN.

     

    AND NOW, THE GIFT OF THE LINK!

    • ZARDOZ’S CIRCUITS RIPPLED WITH PLEASURE AT THE HEADLINE OF THIS ARTICLE. CLEANSING WITHIN CLEANSING AREA!
    • ZARDOZ AGREES WITH SOUTH SUDAN – HOW DARE THE UN BE AGAINST THE GUN!

    ZARDOZ HAS SPOKEN.

  • Friday Afternoon Drinks – I mean Links

    Happy Friday everybody. I hope everyone else is approaching drink, er, lets say two since this is a family site. But maybe I’ve had two brace.

    Holy shit, Florida Man! You missed your chance to legally shoot a gator. Also, fuck that. Fuck ALLLL of that. Gator invasion at 3am? No thanks

    You know, maybe some things aren’t for tourists.

    So, I’m not saying this was an illegal shooting, but when a drunk dude on foot is yelling at you, and you have a motorcycle, maybe you just keep riding next time. On the other hand, Florida Man got what he had coming to him for bringing a knife to a gunfight.

    What about Robert Pattinson screams “Batman”? I mean, he’ll probably be better than Clooney or Kilmer.

    I heard this guy passed. Please don’t talk about him.

  • What Are We Reading – May 2019

    It’s the last Friday of the month which means it’s another What Are We Reading. And while the autographed and (concerningly) waterproof print copies of H&H Vol 1: It’s Probably Just a Fart… No, No, It Was Definitely A Trump Election count, keeping up on the latest H&H blog post does not–but it is VERY slimming.

    OMWC

    Of all the Founding Fathers, the least known was the most interesting. Gouverneur Morris had a withered arm from a childhood burn and a wooden leg from a carriage accident, yet still managed to penetrate every vagina that came within reach. He was a brilliant intellectual, a witty conversationalist in several languages, a deep thinker, and wildly undisciplined. Though James Madison generally gets the credit for the Constitution, the actual writing of it was mostly in Morris’s hands. “We The People of the United States…” is pure Morris. Gentleman Revolutionary is Richard Brookheiser’s somewhat brief but eminently readable biography. Morris’s death is somewhat truncated at the end, but I’ll do the spoiler and tell you about it anyway- he dies of an infection caused by his own attempts to remove a urinary blockage by means of reaming his peehole with a whalebone. With no anesthesia, of course. I hope you’re wincing as much as I am.

    Robert Park is a physicist who taught at University of Maryland for many years before becoming Director of Public Information for the American Physical Society. His weekly What’s New columns were “don’t miss” reading for me, and were entertaining, educational, and often infuriating to their targets. Voodoo Science: The Road from Foolishness to Fraud was the first (and better) of his two books summarizing case studies in pseudoscience and junk science for fun and profit. One useful distinction Park wrote about was the difference between pseudoscience and junk science, and of course, Langmuir’s genius essays on pathological science make frequent appearances. Park covers various “free energy” scammers, the idiocy and uselessness of manned spaceflight, TV and news media’s roles in the propagation of ignorance, the use of junk epidemiology by lawyers and NGOs, “quantum healing” health frauds, and even the UFO crazes. Delightful reading.

    SugarFree

    I read Patricia Highsmith‘s delightfully acidic Little Tales of Misogyny, a book of very short short stories about all the different ways women are awful. A lesbian misogynist is not as odd as it may seem. I’ve met a couple here and there. To hate something you desire… one will probably shoot up a Shapes in a few years.

    And I’ve been drawn back into The Devil’s Dictionary for probably dozenth time since reading it in high school. If you are ever sick of feeling good about your fellow humans, Ambrose Bierce will set you straight.

    HANDKERCHIEF, n. A small square of silk or linen, used in various ignoble offices about the face and especially serviceable at funerals to conceal the lack of tears. The handkerchief is of recent invention; our ancestors knew nothing of it and entrusted its duties to the sleeve. Shakspeare’s introducing it into the play of “Othello” is an anachronism: Desdemona dried her nose with her skirt, as Dr. Mary Walker and other reformers have done with their coat-tails in our own day — an evidence that revolutions sometimes go backward.

    THEOSOPHYn. An ancient faith having all the certitude of religion and all the mystery of science. The modern Theosophist holds, with the Buddhists, that we live an incalculable number of times on this earth, in as many several bodies, because one life is not long enough for our complete spiritual development; that is, a single lifetime does not suffice for us to become as wise and good as we choose to wish to become. To be absolutely wise and good — that is perfection; and the Theosophist is so keen-sighted as to have observed that everything desirous of improvement eventually attains perfection. Less competent observers are disposed to except cats, which seem neither wiser nor better than they were last year. The greatest and fattest of recent Theosophists was the late Madame Blavatsky, who had no cat.

    DEMAGOGUE, n. A political opponent.

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    I read more than children’s books this month.  Today’s entry is An Economist Walks Into A Brothel, by Allison Schrager, Ph.D.  This is one of those books people read at the airport in front of their boss while traveling because it has a vague relation to work.   The title aside, it is pretty interesting.  The first chapter focuses on The Moonlight Bunny Ranch outside of Carson City, NV.  She business model of the brothel is not necessarily selling services but in selling and delivering them in a manner with the least amount of risk.  For example, as ENB pointed out numerous times, sex workers often experience violence due to their existence in a black market.  As a result, the workers pay an insane fee to the brothel, but why?

    The legal brothel removes nearly all of the risk.  The risk to the worker, in the form of violence, being stiffed by their customer (or a dirty cop), and financially.  The workers are tested weekly, reducing the likelihood of disease, which manages the risk for the customer.  Schrager goes on to explain how risk is managed in other industries as well.

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    I’ve had slightly more recreational reading time this month than I have since the relocation. So, I’ve been diving into two mystery series that are set in and around my new hometown.

    Scottsdale is home to The Poisoned Pen bookstore, from which I used to order. It’s fun that it’s just a short hop away (depending on traffic). The store hosts many, many author events, and I’m hoping to get up there to see Brad Thor in late June.

    First up, the Lena Jones mysteries by local author Betty Webb.  I am really enjoying this well-written series. The protagonist is not a cookie cutter PI and the cases are interesting. Jones is based in Scottsdale, a place I have only rarely ventured (see above), but the cases take her beyond the borders of her city. I’m on book 6.

    I’ve also started Jon Talton’s David Mapstone series. I’m on book 3, Dry Heat, written in 2004. My favorite passage so far: “All these SWAT cops in their paramilitary attire, what did this mean for the health of American civil society? Like surveillance cameras everywhere, pre-employment drug tests, and other subtle assaults on the Constitution.”

    The Mapstone books are set in Phoenix proper, with the native Phoenician protagonist having just moved back to his family’s home in the Willo Historic District at the start of the first volume. Mapstone is a PhD historian, formerly a Maricopa County Sheriff’s Office deputy, who is now working as a cold case investigator for MCSO. A nice glimpse of this fast-changing city from a different perspective.

    The library system in Maricopa County is great, with some really terrific resources. I’ve been able to do my casual reading via ebooks from OverDrive. Sorry AMZ.

     

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    Soooooo, I accidentally bought the second book in a series that I wasn’t reading because it was on sale because the plot summary was very similar to the other series by the same author. A.G. Riddle likes his grand genetic conspiracies about human origins. I put away the first two books in the Atlantis Trilogy this month because of some serious sunk-cost fallacy. The books aren’t as bad as some of Brett’s book-club choices, but they aren’t something I’d generally recommend unless you were going to spend time sitting on a very expensive beach and pretend to read while you really watch beautiful people who are having more fun than you walk around in next to nothing, or on an airplane. Currently audio-booking Hiddensee by Gregory Macguire (of Wicked fame), and reading The Last Policeman by Ben H. Winters, which has been more charming than I anticipated. I’ll let you know next time (or not).

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    Since last I posted here, which I can’t remember how long it has been, I read all of the novels (but not short fiction) in the Expanse series by James SA Corey. The first four or five were great. The sudden appearance of Admiral Thrawn with a super-fleet of alien Star Destroyers I mean, the Martian guy, same plot. Anyhow, good plot. Cool that it took about three books just to set up the main plot. I kind of wish they hadn’t unleashed partial/potential immortality on their universe (Corey is the pen name of a duo), but there is some great space opera along the way. I also read the first two installments of Mark Lawrence’s Impossible Times series. I really loved the Jorg/Red Queen universe. I’ve been so-so on his Nona Grey books. Impossible Times is set in 1986 England where a teenager who’s just finishing leukemia chemotherapy meets his future self, who tells him they invent time travel to save a girl young he just met from brain damage. This young man (Nick) happens to be the son of a math prodigy who strolled in front of a bus. His only resources are his D&D group that happens to include the popular scion of a Motorola VP and a different young athlete. The plot of the first book is entertaining, but the way time travel is set up, it is a foregone conclusion that everything had to happen that way. Also, there’s a random young psychopath who exists only to add constraint and difficulty to the mission. The second book is more of a mess. Both are eminently readable, but feel lots of shortcuts are taken.

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    All I been readin’ is the Bible. But not that fake Bible all the rest of you have been fooled by. I only read my Grandpappy’s Bible. He went thru and cut out all the parts about forgiveness. Grandpappy’s God is a vengeful God and you will all pay in blood for your wickedness.

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    One of these days, I’m going to finish Crucial Conversations. As I said last month, it’s been pretty helpful for me, professionally. It’s a short book and it should not be taking me so long, but I guess I just haven’t had time. I do, at least, have my next book lined up: Great Minds Speak to You. This was a gift from my sister for my birthday last month. It’s not something I would have picked out for myself, but it takes all kinds, doesn’t it? The version she got me comes with an audio CD, as well… just in case you really want them to speak to you, I suppose. I’m not really sure what to think of it, but I’ll give it a shot when I have some time. I notice that “A Course in Miracles” is a purchase suggestion, based on my interest in Great Minds Speak to You. Maybe you’re not familiar with that book, but it was a favorite of my father’s in the last decade or so. Hm. Seems the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree at all, does it?