The turkey has been carved, the potatoes mashed, the stuffing presented and all the various other accoutrements of a traditional Thanksgiving meal have been sliced, diced, and otherwise consumed.
When you awake from your tryptophan and carb induced stupor, feel free to stumble grogilly towards your CD player, iPod, or whatever, and crank up the Christmas tunes.
Everyone who's been listening to Christmas music already? Tacky.
As for you, 3WS? Yeah. We'll be having words about your programming. Just as soon as I check with the Mandarin to see if he's still tinkering with that new orbital high-energy particle beam installation of his.
Illegal WHAT Now?
The Big Bear gets a rant on regarding things suspended.
Illegal things suspended.
Maybe it's just me, but the obvious solution would seem to be something like this. Slap one up on the window behind your rear view mirror, and presto! - no more illegal danglies.
Er, suspendies.
Things.
Illegal things suspended.
Maybe it's just me, but the obvious solution would seem to be something like this. Slap one up on the window behind your rear view mirror, and presto! - no more illegal danglies.
Er, suspendies.
Things.
Ah-yep.
Moe Lane notes:
You know, I’ve noticed that I’ve had to hope that “blindingly stupid incompetence” was the true reason for a lot of what the Obama White House has done recently…
I'm with ya, Moe...
But you've got to include the intangible benefits!
As I've mentioned earlier, for the past couple of years, I've been an election poll worker in my district. For those who may not be aware of the details, this isn't a volunteer position. There is a time commitment - training and, obviously, sitting around all day at the polls - so, in addition to the dubious pleasure of acting as a civil servant for a day, there is also an element of purely financial remuneration involved.
I'm both unsurprised and amused to note that, given the amount of time I spent at the polls this year, said compensation in my county ends up being just slightly less than the Federal minimum wage.
"One does not simply walk into Tampa."
The Lieutenant of the Tower of Barad-dur she was, and her name is remembered in no tale; for she herself had forgotten it, and she said: “I am the Mouth of Romney. . ."
Yet another reason to dislike the oatmeal candidate. Bland and slimy.
Bland, insipid, uninspiring...
... all synonyms for Mitt Romney. In a comment seen over on Althouse:
The underwhelmingness of Mitt Romney is a wonder to behold.Indeed. Oatmeal, anyone?
horn->toot();
Ahem.
I happen to be one of the folks who helped build the FXT 3500 from Avere Systems.
Which is - as of today - sitting pretty at the top of the SPEC NFS benchmarks, clocking in at 1.56 million ops/sec with a 0.99 ms overall response time. Oh, and with half the hardware - and at half the cost - of the previous two record holders.
Faster, better, cheaper... choose any three.
/me does his happy dance :-)
Ahem.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled political ranting...
I happen to be one of the folks who helped build the FXT 3500 from Avere Systems.
Which is - as of today - sitting pretty at the top of the SPEC NFS benchmarks, clocking in at 1.56 million ops/sec with a 0.99 ms overall response time. Oh, and with half the hardware - and at half the cost - of the previous two record holders.
Faster, better, cheaper... choose any three.
/me does his happy dance :-)
Ahem.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled political ranting...
Printer Drivers
Hey, HP? I'm willing to leave my current job and take over your printer software division. I may be the first VP of yours that has to list tar & feathers as a monthly budgetary requirement, though. At least until I can get y'all straightened out.
See, you supply printers. Which are devices for taking ink, and applying it to paper. For the vast majority of your customers, you are not - I repeat, not - in the business of supplying printing experiences. I'd suspect that at least 90% of your customers would describe a "printing experience" as something in the vicinity of "When I tell it to print, it prints. At which point I can get on with my life."
I'm just sayin'.
Go ahead, give me a holler. I have quite reasonable rates. Aside from the tar & feathers, that is.
Quaker Oats, Cream of Wheat, Or...
Herman or Newt?
The way things are starting to shake out in the Republican primaries, it's starting to look like that's the choice we're going to be presented with, unless Perry suddenly learns how to talk on national TV. Both Cain and Gingrich have their personal flaws, but as Scott M. points out over at American Digest:
You can't pick a candidate that will preempt liberal smears, so pick a candidate that will fight and win. Romney isn't electable. Romney is the man that lost to the man that lost to Obama. Conservatives are so afraid of a fight they hope to find a candidate that hits all the check marks so nobody will attack him. The desire for a candidate the libs can't attack should be proof your worldview is dysfunctional.
Emphasis mine. I'd agree with this evaluation of Romney. Erik Erickson recently opined that if Mitt wins the Republican nomination, conservatism dies and Barack Obama wins:
Mitt Romney is going to be the Republican nominee. And his general election campaign will be an utter disaster for conservatives as he takes the GOP down with him and burns up what it means to be a conservative in the process.
By any measure, nominating Romney is the "safe" option. He's got steady numbers, after all - one in four Republicans support him! And the rest, we're promised, will hold their noses and support him, too, because compared to our current train wreck of an administration and incompetent-in-chief, he'd be a marginally better choice! Yay, Mitt!
In other words, he's political oatmeal. Bland, tasteless, and what all the Grown Ups (TM) insist you should choose because it's good for you.
I... hate... oatmeal.
Insanity is often defined as doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Mitt's just the same old soggy bowl of oats. He's being peddled in a marginally attractive package in the hopes you'll think he's somehow different from all the bowls of mush you've choked down in the past.
No thank you.
There's still some time to go. Miracles do happen, after all. We could end up with a dark horse, come-from-behind front runner that is the perfect, personable, unsmearable conservative candidate we can all support. I'd argue that expecting that to happen is just a slightly different form of insanity, though.
So... realistically. Who's it going to be, folks? Herman, or Newt?
Or are you going to be good boys and girls and eat your yummy, yummy Romney brand oatmeal?
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