If somebody in private enterprise did this — let alone did it again and again — heads would roll, congressthings would hotly hold hearings, new regulations would strangle business, and the fedgov would mutter about the need to take over entire fields. But … oopsie! (H/T MJR)
Here’s one more for the “one term in office and one in jail” concept of term limits. Better yet, former Honorable Speaker Hastert is going down not for some real crime, but for one of those faux crimes that Congress itself invented.
He was so obviously, blatantly just guessing. And so obviously dependent on whatever the diagnostic code said. “P1320? Not the distributor? Not wiring? Then it can only be the ECM. No other possibility.”
I submitted this to a short-story contest/anthology a few months ago. It was rejected. Maybe because it was no good. Or maybe because the theme of the anthology was “optimism.”
The rules said submissions could have dark elements but needed to be optimistic overall. I thought this story just bubbled with optimism (after said “dark elements”). But you can probably see why contest judges might disagree.
It was impossible to get a decent photo (which, I guess, says the camouflage was effective), but that Big Ole Heap O’ Camo and olive drab just below is a USMC wool sweater (always did think those were sharp looking) and a military poncho and poncho liner. Those were just a few of the items in one package I received today from someone I know won’t want to be named.
That type of poncho liner is better known as a woobie for the comfort it offers cold, weary soldiers. It’s also one of the few pieces of military gear in steady use since the Vietnam War. Together the poncho and liner serve as a mild-weather sleeping bag (pdf.)
I’m going to love these warm blessings come wintertime. The poncho and woobie will go into the stuffsack provided and live in my vehicle in case of strandings in the woods or by the roadside.
Then there was the second package:
These were gifts from two people who are the secret soul within The Zelman Partisans.
The blade has a spring-assist and two alternate opening mechanisms, a thumbstud and a flipper, both ambidextrous. When my knife arrived, the pivot screw for the blade was a smidge tight and the blade opened sluggishly. A quarter turn with a T8 torx-head screwdriver bit (per the enclosed manual) took care of that in five seconds. Snap! the blade leaped into position with nearly the speed of an automatic knife. Snap! I love that sound.
Now I just need to practice my one-handed opening technique.
But oh! The dilemma! I now have two sleek Kershaw spring-assist folders — different models, both gifts, both perfect EDC knives. So which one goes in the pocket and which in the car? Or which in the pocket and which in the Maxpedition jumbo pack?
Decisions, decisions. But the bottom line is that nobody can have too many uber-cool knives. Simply not possible to have an excess of interesting blades.
Chris Pratt (aka Star-Lord) apologizes in advance for anything offensive he might say on his upcoming media tour. (Too bad he’s yet another Hollywood anti-gun hypocrite — a Fudd, too, it seems — ’cause that’s funny.)
Just had a unique experience: watching Buster Keaton’s great silent film The General on a big screen, accompanied by live music from a “Mighty Wurlitzer” theater organ.
Never before and probably never again. Not in a little berg like this one, anyhow. I love The General. And Buster Keaton was a gorgeous man with a magnetic screen presence, amazing directing and acting talent, and colossal daring (those stunts! he really does them). But I’ve never seen The General on anything larger than a mid-sized TV.
Took a while to get things started. First they had a presentation by a “real film buff.” She had obviously gotten all her information about The General and the historic Great Locomotive Chase that inspired it from the same place I got my information — Wikipedia. But she had a Master of Fine Arts, so her info must be better.
The movie itself seemed sloooooowww and static at the start. Modern movies are not only a lot better, but they know how deliver more information during their opening credits than old films delivered in their first half hour.
But once the comic railway chase got underway … wow. This experience I’ll remember forever.
The General is about a dauntless (if also hapless and inept) Southerner in the War Between the States. Movies may be better now, but that’s something you couldn’t pull off today without some government-schooled jerker-of-knees accusing you of being a racist.
My ankle was feeling good enough this morning that the boot was actually more of a nuisance than the break.
Got Ava back from Furrydoc’s kennels. ‘Bout the second thing she did was body-slam herself right into that leg.
How did I end up with such a lunatic dog? She was amusing when she was a year or two or five years old. But she turns 10 this fall. Why can’t she just sleep a lot like a good senior dog?
MJR, who sent this article decrying the current trend in “loud manliness,” said he was sorry it wasn’t more inclusive of women.
Actually, I think it’s perhaps more inclusive of us than we need it to be. Enough — and often too much — has been said about the rights, privileges, strengths, and demands of women. We’re equal now, and frequently ahead, in vast fields of endeavor. What’s left to achieve is detail. Yet now we’re innundated with ignoble, attention-seeking whines about how women are all victims of a mythical, male-blighted “rape culture.” Faugh! I’m embarrassed for the decent people of my sex.
I’m much more concerned with what’s being done to boys in increasingly female-dominated institutions. And how men of the future will manage to remain strong, vital, useful, self-respecting men. I’m horrified that boys and young men are being subjected to such toxic views of who and what they are. This toxic reversal is worse for male well-being than the stupid “sugar-and-spice, behave like a lady, submit, and be sure to be lousy at math” line was for us girls who grew up in the not-so-distant dark ages.
I don’t agree with the author of the linked article that manhood was easy and automatic in the past. I recall how often men had to struggle or even fake some faux ideal of manhood. And hey, it was guys who got drafted, guys who got stuck with a ton of dirty work. Manhood has never been easy. But I surely do agree that real manhood — and real womanhood for that matter — essentially consists of girding the loins and getting on with life.
Ahem. Now go check out the cool custom Kershaw knives just arrived in the TZP store. These are Ken Onion-designed spring-assist folders and sharp tools in every sense of the word.
“Oh, my gold!” Yet another company tries to do what egold did. (The poster says BitGold isn’t available to U.S. residents; I poked around the BitGold site and didn’t see anything about that. But I don’t doubt that avoiding all U.S. entanglements is a good start on surviving in this kind of business. Never mind that it would take a huge chunk out of your market.) (H/T Y.B.)
If you’re not up on your Internet memes, this new Delta Airlines safety video will leave you going “HUH???” If you are a meme-ista, see how many you can spot. (Hint: They’re listed behind the “see more” link.)
And in developments on the home front, if I’d had any doubt whether my ankle was actually broken or just badly sprained, I’d be doubting no more. The thing is itching fiendishly. I always thought the notorious itches had to do with the reaction between tight casts and dead flaky skin. Turns out it’s also from the healing. Thank heaven for being able to scratch! I think if I were wearing a cast, long about now I’d be trying to bite it off like a wolf with his foot caught in a trap. Still. Itching. Good sign.