Dreams… Again?

So last night I had a dream where I We were attending a wedding in North Carolina (for some reason) and right between the ceremony and the reception there was huge smoke cloud on the horizon. This was followed by a explosion of Beirut magnitude times 10. I dug out my cell phone, but you know how electronics and reading are notoriously hard to do when in the dream state. Still, as I was saying “Don’t be west… Don’t be west” I was finally able to determine the cloud was more to the north. Still fighting with my phone, I managed to fin the story on the news “impact”. I was able to pull up a map, too tight in, that indicated the impact point. With some struggling I was able to zoom out to determine That it was north of Cincinnati, between there and Dayton, but I couldn’t zoom out far enough to get Dayton as a reference. Fun Dream. Only to wake up and be told this.

NASA: A truck-sized asteroid is headed toward Earth one day before the November election


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Celtic triads and politics

One if the funniest things about “The Celtic Triads of Ireland” is that they aren’t all triads.

Most triads are:

There are three things that ruin wisdom: ignorance, inaccurate knowledge, forgetfulness.

But like I said, some “triads” have four:

The four deaths of judgement:

To give it in falsehood

To give it without forfeiture (penalty)

To give it without precedent

To give it without knowledge.

But all the above have one thing in common

Trump is guilty of all of those.

Don’t forget to vote!

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Relief Postponed.

Today was the day Kisa was supposed to have surgery, with the singular vascular surgeon in this area of the country that will do it. But that got canceled two weeks ago. Turns out, you cant recover in the ICU for four days if there is no room in the ICU. Its taken us more that three years to get here, and COVID keeps moving the goal line. MALS is treated by cutting the median arcuate ligament so that it can’t compress the celiac artery and surrounding nerves anymore. This can be done through a laparoscopic procedure, using surgical instruments inserted through several small incisions in the skin, or through open surgery. She was going to have the latter, hence 4 days in ICU and another week in a regular room. There are no guarantees, but if things go well then a condition that has plagued her for the entirety of adult life could go away.(or not) and stay away( or not). But there is no other place to go, except stay right here and let it slowly get worse. Thankfully, it just got rescheduled for October, and she will begin the recovery process at home before Halloween. Unless Covid moves the goal line again. But the now two more months of suffering is less than appreciated. Thanks Gov Bill. Thanks Trump. And thanks all you no mask wearing fuckers. If you want more info on MALS… feel free to Google it. (You slugs! Must I do everything?)

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This fuckery just in from whitehouse.gov.

Trump to Pardon Susan B. Anthony Over 1872 Voting Arrest

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If an egg comes out of a chicken, but a chick come out of an egg, but the egg comes out of chicken, but a chick comes out of an egg….Ad nauseam…

It is clear that the Rooster came first.

So why do people keep asking?

Although that is ad ignoratum.

And a few other logical falacies.

Because, historically speaking

An egg came out of Doushanto formation.

And later an insect came out of the egg.

And then the egg came out of the amniote tetrapods.

And then amphibians.

And also fish.

And later reptiles

Which eventually became birds.

One branch of which would eventually become chickens…Who came out of the eggs…That came out of the chickens

But only after the Rooster came in the chicken.

Yeah… clearly I am bored right now.

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The manly men’s guide to manliness

While this has always been true, seldom has it been more widely recognized as existing in the public consciousness than in these last few years.

“All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others.”-George Orwell

Men, such as myself, tend to pick up faulty programing as children. I’m told that this can make a less self-aware man do stupid stuff.

From the manly man’s book of junk and stuff (that I just now made up), we can find a list of programming bugs that often become default behavior when things don’t go how we expect them to. None are more notorious and common than the base software, emergency repair procedures. We learn these from our parents, but they were invented back in the stone age by proto humans.

The emergency repair procedures for ALL DEVICES are plain, obvious, instinctual, and most of all, usually entirely ineffectual. Pay attention and you will see other people do these things everywhere to TV remotes, computers, cell phones, cars, small animals, children (who are also just small animals) and of course, other people.

There are too many to count, really, but here are the top ones for what people do when things don’t work like we expect.

#1 Hit it

With something, on something… it depends on how heavy it is. Did it fix it? No? Try hitting it twice, or harder.

#2 Push all the buttons and yell at it.

Admittedly, women are mainly accused of doing this rather than men, but that is because they give no fucks and they also aren’t afraid of having witnesses.

#3 Throw it out into the yard.

“While screaming obscenities” is optional.

#4 Call customer support.

Oh… the shame…Call it a lifeline, or the Farcebuck mind, or your parents… it doesn’t erase your feelings of failure.

#5 Turn it off, and then back on again.

Mostly because that is what customer support suggested.

#6 Beg and plead with it.

Bargaining with “X” (God, Dog, the Devil, the spirit of your dead grandfather who could fix anything and everything with a pocket knife and some tape, or whatever) is included in this.

# 7 Give into despair.

Which usually leads to

#8 Drinking to dull the pain.

Which usually leads to

#9 ILL advised activities

Driving, texting, texting while driving, shopping online, and MURDER.

This is usually followed by

#10 regrets….

Followed by

#11 Sober shopping.

For a replacement, a contractor, a good friend with a big trunk and a shovel who is willing to help you hide the evidence..

… and so on.

Wisely, I have trained myself over the decades to not do these things (too often).

And then one day I was confronted by a meme that asked, “Anybody have an owners manual for a wife? Mine’s making a whining sound.”

First off, that is rather sexist. Its not an “owners manual”. You don’t own them anymore than they own you. Secondly, I corrected your punctuation. Thirdly, it is actually the Chilton’s repair manual that you want. The owners manual only tells you useless stuff like how to buckle your seat belts and how to change the blinker fluids. Finally, no… Its out of print. You might find a dated copy from the 1950s but you dont want that. The procedures are all wrong and the torque specs are too tight. You will just end up warping the head or blowing a gasket.

What was I talking about?

Oh, right

Here’s what I suggest :

Never ever use emergency repair procedure #1.

You probably should skip #2 as well.

#3 isn’t great for anyone either, so skip that.

You’ve already accessed #4. How’s that going?

#5 isn’t really an option. (Or is it?)

#6 is fine though. Most men go straight to #6…. good luck with that.

#7… You can live there, for years. It gets comfy after a while. Though that might be because…

#8 is your happy place.

But if you don’t want to go for # s 9, 10 , 11, et cetera… might I suggest listening?

After all, she is probably working down a standardized procedure list of her own that is equally as effective as yours. (I am, for some reason, not qualified to quantify that list though. So don’t ask.)

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You feel seen?

I know you (the collective you, if not the specific individual you, but certainly not the bovine or sheep ewe).

So I know you get this on some level.

“Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, “Where have I gone wrong?”/ Then a voice says to me, “This is going to take more than one night.””-Charles M. Schulz


Bon Jovi voice in my head sings.

Smacked in the face

By your perfume

You’re not even

In the same room.

I can not breathe.

And you’re to blame

You give fragrance

A bad name.

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Phrases of the day

If 2020 can’t fix this, nothing can.

“The most surprising thing about young fools, is how many survive to become old fools.”-Doug Larson

A late entry for phrase of the day was:

“You ain’t no firecracker!
You’re a crack fire.”

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Gone is the color.

Gone are the curls.

Life’s joy has been lost,

In this ocean of churls.

Maybe we can all find ourselves again

on the other side of thus pain,

Injustice, cruelty and chaos

That fall on us like rain.

Troubling times on the front lines here at the Robot Farm (where we farm for robots and not where robots farm)We just had to send someone home for guilt by association Covid19. Someone in their bubble has tested positive. His uncle tested positive, but is currently asymptomatic. So now the co worker cant come back till they test negative. If they test positive, then we all go on the testing list and the farm goes quiet for two weeks.

I Guess.

The reality is that there is no plan, of course.

We are just making this shit up as we go.

On an unrelated note, the phone gremlin (or maybe my fat thumb) keeps changing “list” to “lust”.

One final note.

Fun with math

Jeff Bezos is reportedly worth 181 billion.

The US has roughly 328 million people in it( probably less now)

If we left Jeff with 1 billion and split the rest equally among the rest of the US. Everyone would only get around $550.

Chances are, he would have it all back in less than a month.

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Marketing fail

Here at the Robot Farm (where we farm for robots and not where robots farm) even though we sit safe and secure in our giant steel box with no windows, we still find it hard to maintain the minions moral during these trying times. Fortunately, our robot overlords have seen fit to install motivational (propaganda) posters to let us know that they care, about our productivity. See this woman here? Doesn’t she look dejected and hopeless? Doesn’t she look like she has given up and is just waiting on Death’s sweet release? Aren’t you glad this isn’t you? See how much worse things could be? So buck up little camper. Unlike millions of others you are still gainfully employed. As we “regretfully” are forced to “work” from home our bottom line resides squarely on your essential shoulders, as does our year end bonus for courageously “holding this shit together”.

… and so on.

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