Too much time on my hands, time to find a short-term gig doing manual labor. I am still quite certain I should get rid of my bed. A foam pad and a self-inflating pad on top of a treadmill would be peachy.
Administrative and logistic functions are supposed to have a minor effect on operations, not dictate them. The 8 to 1 rule of thumb for support and service seems to indicate gross inefficiency. And, Hackworth was right.
Coffee (decaffeinated, my personality doesn’t need to be sharpened or accelerated), butter, cognac. With a little honey the latter two become hard sauce. As in that stuff that goes on plum pudding.
Major minus to my Mom. The time to tell me she had a stomach flu was before I walked into the house. Training layoffs make me crankier; fingers crossed.
Atrocious, Spanish film. Worth the time. Excellent horror makes the perfect backdrop for linking rings into mail.
I see I need to leave the phone and laptop on the desk, rather than in bed with me. Ambien-driven texting and Tumblogging taking a turn toward the overly prolific.
Has not been cold enough to freeze-distill well. Much to be said when freezing mead into honey jack
Sometimes I forget that so many people are below the accepted average intelligence quotient. I would posit that a Bell curve provides an inaccurate depiction, the peak number/population are in the dim to normal range.
From Stranded, Jenny’s lines: “You mean to say, your enormous talent, your amazing intelligence, can’t find any other solution than to die fucking?” “Let me tell you what we’re going to do. Okay, my plan, okay? I will get into my pressurized suit and go outside to see if I can locate the leak, okay? I don’t care if it’s a waste of time, at least...
But on the moment, the chariot and the horse and the woman had disappeared, and all he saw was a black crow, and it sitting on a branch; and by that he knew it was the Morrigu had been talking to him.
Joseph Conrad, you’re the one. You make bath-time lots of fun. Joseph Conrad, I’m awfully fond of you. Bo-bo-bo-de-oh. Bubble baths are serious business around here.
Possible thunder snowstorm? Excellent.
And bees. But criminy do I have shit luck with my hives recently.
Pigs, sheep, goats. And books, firearms and motorcycles.
Hanna. Likely the clearest promotion of an ascetic lifestyle and the #paleo diet I have seen. Plus, I dig bad-ass women. In fact, I only dig bad-ass women.
Acculturated anomie will not stand to one with the will to end life. Not cryptic, the creatures of convenience who fancy themselves fighting the system, will not last if the system collapses.
Seems a fine day for laundry, jumping rope, and watching movies from the couch.
Self-repairing mobile combat platform powered by/uses proteins and fats to repair itself.
B. Monkey. Well worth the time.
One wonders how long a culture of, by, and for those self-interested, mediocre, and incapable of performing basic tasks without external assistance can survive.
Waking dreams about combat and cyborgs indicate it may be time to put the head on the pillow.
Thoughtcrime is death.
Grain-fed long pig. Waxing cannibalistic again.
Facebook users could benefit from a 12 step program tailored to the needs of the narcissistic.
Except for the masochistic, former alpinist is likely a better title than alpinist.
Ironmind’s 5 star flat bench. I used to own two. Because I always have a back-up. Even when it comes to benches rated for 4000 pounds.
Stephen Hawking is the gods' balls
From the 04 January interview with New Scientist: What do you think most about during the day? Women. They are a complete mystery.
Less exposure to the populace, please. My favorite thing is the insistence that the government is simultaneously less intelligent than one’s self and the root of an all-encompassing conspiracy that would require the equivalent of a master’s degree in mathematics to comprehend.
On my own terms, by no one’s leave. I had an hour-long conversation about why I value these concepts this week, and was hard-pressed to articulate except in terms of what I do not value in society. Drat, living based in negative perception drains the soul. I also had a conversation about why people who are “good” or “nice” are more valuable, in a universal sense,...
I am strongly anti-anti-utilitarian.
Too many humans, academe version
I violated my personal rule: I read through a group of comments responding to a statement, out on the ‘web. I have now been exposed to misuse of the terms paternalistic and colonialist to the point of feeling soiled. I am all for open discourse, but not unless some simple rules are followed. 1. Opinions stated as fact or as self-evident are generally not close to either, and should be...
Beef tartare and parsnip chips.
Porterfield Seeks New Land Speed Record
motolady: Leslie Porterfield holds land speed records in several classes. She’s the worlds fastest woman on two wheels, hitting an average of 232 mph on the Bonneville Salt Flats. Waldo Stakes, a California contractor, designed a rocket car that supposedly could hit 2,000 mph. But he’s not planning on driving- he wants Leslie to be the first woman in history to break the current 763 mph land...
It’s the time of afternoon when cocktails sound tastier than another cup of tea.
I could go for a Sunday in Savannah.
Grapefruit juice and Campari.
Strigoi. One of the best films I’ve seen.