Or not. Either AARP has a funky sense of humor (note, I’m not laughing), or their database is suffering from cephalo-rectal impaction.
That’s right, I got a membership registration from AARP today. Thirteen years before I’m eligible. Not that I’d join them anyhow, but that’s not the point.
Could you at least TRY not to offend me today?
Cathy Seipp has passed beyond the veil. Aged 49, she succumbed to lung cancer after five years. Cathy possessed none of the traditional risk factors for lung cancer, but it got her anyway. I only “knew” Cathy from her writings on her blog, at NRO, and her appearances on the short-lived Dennis Miller show. She was funny, witty, and did not suffer fools gladly. She leaves behind a daughter, Maia, who she lived long enough to see off to college.
Good-bye Miss Seipp. You will be missed.
NOTE: Please make sure we have to plug the socket 1, otherwise the system can’t boot, also please make sure the DIMM socket 1,2 and 3,4 should be the same size, otherwise the capacity will not correct.
From the Hewlett-Packard US QuickSpecs for the Proliant ML150 G3 server.
Which, incidentally, happens to be the last Friday before the vernal equinox. That’s the first day of Spring, for those of you in Rio Linda. You know, when it’s supposed to be warm, and sunny, and trees blossom, and flowers bloom. Except when it’s snowing. Like it is now.
Why is it that eggs will stick to everything but my fork? My shirt would like an answer to that question.
Bananas are good.
Did I mention the snow?
I’m watching Good Eats on the TiVo. Skipping past the commercials with the 30-second skip, so every time I push the button, I get just a little sound. And I see the words “The joy of eating”, and hear this little guitar riff that my brain immediately recognized. And I says to myself “no. fucking. way.”
Back up, it’s a Sara Lee commercial - and they’re playing The Happy Happy Joy Joy Song from Ren & Stimpy.
My brains hurt.
I finally caved. I Wooted a Roomba.
And you should see the What Roomba picked up off the office floor. I’ve gotten sick of sweeping every other day to keep the dog hair under control.
Dog and Roomba haven’t met, of course. But they will. And I suspect Crimson will not be amused. But she’ll cope. And I won’t have dog-hair dustbunnies floating around mid-week any more.
Blog will be moving, effective immediately, to WordPress.
Address remains the same, and I’ve put in hooks to make the old permalinks point to the new system.
You’ll need to change your feed, if any. The old blog will stay here for about a month, but all new updates will be happening in WP. And the only thing that’s likely to show you the old site is going to be the RSS feed.
64,000 miles, and I gotta replace my rims. Why? Due to a manufacturing defect, they have corroded and pitted, and now not only do they look like shit (which I was willing to put up with) but they will no longer hold pressure. I’ve already cut one tire down because of it.
And now I’ve got an at least $1,000 unplanned expenditure to deal with.
And VW says “There’s nothing we can do about it given the age and mileage of the car.”
Fuckers.
I am at war with the food industry. The food with which I presently battle is the scourge known as ‘high fructose corn syrup’. It’s in every damn thing (thanks to generous government subsidies to ADM making it cheaper than cane sugar (which is also highly subsidised, but I digress)). Cookies, bread, soda, even some fruit juices.
I had a few safe havens, like Chocolate (which won’t set with corn syrup - no crystals), beer, chips, fruit. When I had trouble finding plain old bread that didn’t have the evil substance in it, I went straight for the bagels.
I thought I’d be safe if I went with traditionally Jewish foods, due to the enhanced strictness of dietary law during Passover. I know that some stuff, like Coca-Cola are made with cane sugar just for the Passover holiday, and HFCS for the remainder of the year.
Which leads to my assumed outrage. Bagels are being made with High Fructose Corn Syrup! Don’t lecture me that they can’t eat bagels during passover anyhow, so it doesn’t matter. I figured that the one food most associated with Jews (after matzoh) would be at least free from the scourge of corn syrup.
Only one brand that I could find in a bag don’t use the stuff. And those you gotta cook when you get them home. Which is a pain in the ass.
Oh, and I’ve lost 10 pounds just by getting HFCS out of my diet entirely, so there is a point to all of this ranting.
I’m going to go out on a limb here. I’m going to state (without any backup) that this is the latest “first snow” the central Connecticut valley has had in my lifetime. Sure, there was the little squall back in November, but it didn’t stick. And I don’t care what happened in the Northwest hills.
This is, on the eighteenth day of January, the first snow that managed to stick to anything for more than an hour or two. I fully expect to wake up with snow still on the ground tomorrow.
And that’s what constitutes “snow” for me - it’s still here when I wake up.
Nearly a full month after the Winter Solstice (which marks the ‘official’ beginning of winter), and two months after Thanksgiving (the unofficial beginning) we finally get snow. Granted, it’s less than an inch, but it’s still snow.
