Friday, 11 April 2014

Sorry to leave you hanging...

I owe explanations, apologies, and heart-felt thanks to Teh Horde...

so anyway, on Wednesday night's ONT, I dropped a turd in the punch-bowl...
"I'm not broadcasting it; but I'm not going to keep it a secret amongst friends. Tonight, I'm in the saddest Motel 6 room you can imagine. Was asked to vacate the premises today. Complied."
 ...then promptly managed to pass out doze off, and missed the opportunity to answer questions and acknowledge your support.  I apologize.  I often say on the ONT "you people (or the HQ in general) keep me sane" and it's true.

I am in the process of moving out of the house.  I sign a lease on a small, but tiny apartment on Monday.  This is not sudden or unexpected (although at the end, it is kinda sudden).  I wrote three years ago "Should I live-blog my divorce?".  The "detente" that existed in the interim was over when my employer eliminated my position on 02APR14.  Things went rapidly downhill from there.

I'm OK.  I had resigned myself to this possibility years ago.  Not so much sadness as frustration, and exacerbation on having to spend money to hole-up in a Motel 6 until my small, but tiny apartment is ready.

I shall not file for divorce.  The Soon-To-Be-Ex-Missus™ is technically an invalid, having had half a lung removed in 2012 (see also: Tale of Woe) so her continued health insurance is my responsibility, in addition to the kids.

To "fisk" myself: to say "I'm not broadcasting it", then posting on an open forum?  Broadcasting.  And my comment of "the saddest Motel 6 room you can imagine" was more about the ascetics of the room, not my mood.

we'll have words soon

oh, great, the loud people in the room next door are now smoking pot, and I will have to pee in a cup soon...

Saturday, 4 May 2013

Daily Occurance

here at Casa de Miguel...

so anyway, since the 'rons on tonight's ONT brought it up, this is was I find when I come home from work every freakin' day:




I couldn't find an example of this phenomena in the half-bath downstairs, but that's just 'cause I got tired of looking.

And you people wonder why I drink...

more soon

Monday, 25 March 2013

By popular demand

The vid of my devastatingly cute poodle doing the "shove that camera up your ass and PICK ME UP NOW!!!" dance

so anyway, for some reason I posted this over a Supply Side Politics 2.0 last night as a "limited time offer" for last night's ONT at Ace of Spades HQ, and took it down before I passed out went to sleep.  This morning, I checked the Sitemeter for Supply Side Politics 2.0 to find a lot (in relative terms, Supply Side Politics 2.0 is a small, but tiny blog) of hits looking for the vid.

So here it is again:


Re-reading last night's ONT this morning, I see that I spent some time 'in the barrel" 'cause I'm seen wearing Crocs™* in the vid.  Fair enough.  I've been in the barrel many times, usually for forgetting a closing tag or otherwise breaking the blog.  I particularly liked the Adam Corrola (sp?) quote, and the moron who used the "Brett Farve" nic made me spew coffee all over my ginormous monitor at the office.  It's all good.

more soon

*I wear the Crocs™ around the house 'cause I have Morton's Neuroma in both feet (think Carpal-Tunnel for your toes).  I can not stand on a hard surface barefoot, hence the Crocs™.

Friday, 6 May 2011

Should I "live-blog" my divorce?

I take my responsibilities very seriously.

I've always held that I wouldn't leave, despite the hardships and abuse I suffer.

My kids need me, even if they don't understand that they do.

I made a commitment, swore a vow. I take that kind of shit seriously. But for the last decade, I've just been taking shit.

It's been a semi-comfortable stalemate for years. Now, not so much. Things have accelerated since her Mom passed away two months ago. I've always held that I wouldn't leave, but now it's starting to look like it would be best for all involved if I do.

Six months ago, I figured that the 2012 elections would be the end of my marriage. It was a "mixed marriage" from the start: TheMissus is Oh.So.Progressive, and I'm so far to the right that I wouldn't let Sean Hannity mow my lawn. But things political are just one facet of the big picture; there are many more layers of the onion to peel away.

There is, of course, so much more to this story. I'm still debating how much of it I will tell.

more soon

Wednesday, 27 April 2011

Just 'cause

I needed the image to link

so anyway, after all this time, this still cracks me up:


Thank you, Stoat Weasel.

Saturday, 22 January 2011

AltonJackson's Fellow Moronbloggers of the ONT

it's a semi-long story

so anyway, I thought it'd be a good idea if we could compile a list of the blogs that are owned and operated by the commenters over at Ace of Spades HQ, particularly those who hang out in the Over Night Thread (ONT). My goal is to put the list together and then beg Maetenloch to post it somewhere on the AoSHQ Yahoo group.

If you want your blog to be included in the list, let me know either in the comments or via e-mail (My e-mail is "heywoodblogger" by way of yahoo. You know the drill). I'll need to know your blogs title and URL, and the name you comment under over at the HQ.

I've added a blogroll for fellow moronbloggers over on my main blog. I'll update it as needed. The inaugural entrants are Last Refuge of a Scoundrel and Polliwog's Poliblog. I know there are a lot more blogging morons out there, so please let me know if you want to be included.

thatisall

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Thursday, 25 November 2010

It's time for the Most Dreaded Season again

Happy Thanksgiving

so anyway, it's that time of year again. Recalling some thoughts from 2007:
No, my attitude has not improved. No, I'm not going to "work on it".

more soon

Sunday, 11 April 2010

Tales from the Road, Part 4(?)

or five, I lost count

so anyway, this past Tuesday I found myself in Howell, Michigan as part of my ongoing job search. I had finished my job search business around 11:00 AM and started scouting around for some lunch. As I was cruising down Grand River, I saw a pink sign with the words "Dig the Pig" and I knew I had found my next meal. I slid the Fusion "Dukes of Hazzard" style into the lot of TJ's River BBQ and went inside.

First off, you gotta love a BBQ joint that has a sign on the front door that says "Hippies Use Backdoor. No Exceptions". (It was raining, so I didn't get any pictures.) Second, they had some solid blues playing, and the walls were decorated with show-bills from blues reviews of the days of yore. So, they've got the "BBQ ambiance" thing goin' on.

Solid menu, reasonably priced. They cover all the bases: brisket, pulled pork, ribs (St.Louis style), sausage, and chicken. I got a serious chuckle when I read the menu listing for Chicken Strips: "(we) Hate selling these but everyone else does".

I had their "Okie Dokie" sammich: half brisket, half pulled pork with sauce, along with collard greens and red beans and rice. It was all good. Their sauce was a little sweet for my taste and could use more "bite", but I'm not complaining. Silly me, I forgot to try their cornbread, as per my usual standard. Maybe next time.

All in all, a good BBQ experience. I hope I can make it back to Howell soon to dig a little deeper into their menu.

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Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Resolutions: Update the Fourth

and probably the last, but who's counting?

so anyway, I finally got my hands on a copy of Atlas Shrugged, and I'm about 160 pages into it. I'm digging it deep.

I've been enjoying the hell out of this read, all the while kicking myself in the ass for waiting so long to actually read it. I'll do an actual "review" once I've finished the book.

Even though I'm only just over 10% through the book, I can see the parallels between Rand's world and the world we live in today. The conversations at Hank and Lillian Reardon's anniversary party served as boilerplate for the supposed "intellectual" conversations in the coffee-houses of Moscow on the Huron (aka AnnArbor).

"Who is John Galt?"

Indeed.

Sunday, 7 June 2009

The jukebox in my head

is cranking out some classics

so anyway, do you ever wake up with a song in your head that you just can't get away from? Now, thanks to the inter-tube web-net thingie you can get that monkey off your back with just a few clicks.

Case in point:



It's been dogging me all weekend. I prefer the "studio" version of the song:



but the live version video is good. There's a long "backstory" on my history with The Lido Shuffle, but it's gotten late early again. Maybe some other time.

We'll have words soon

Monday, 18 May 2009

Always look on the bright side of life

(whistling just doesn't translate to blogging......sorry)

so anyway, the stainless steel hook of unemployment got me again. There is an upside, however: I have re-aquainted myself with Solitaire, Minesweeper, FreeCell, and Maj Jong (sp? like I care)

just checkin' in....there'll be more, before it's over

Sunday, 3 May 2009

This just in

OK, it was a couple of days ago

"I cant find my shoes, my wallet, or my keys, but i know where your sister is."

You could spend days pondering that statement.

Saturday, 25 April 2009

The Beginning of the End

it's been a long time coming...

so anyway, I've finally decided that maintaining two blogs is just a little more than I have time for these days (or months, or years). I'm going to end Congruence on my fifth blogoversary, 17 July 2009.

I'm reminded that I never have told the story of how this little experiment came to being. Grab a cold one and pull up a chair, here we go:

My first attempt at blogging was over at Supply Side Politics 2.0, which remains an on-going operation. Of course, we didn't have the "2.0" rev level at the time, but that's part of the story of the other blog....but I digress.

Supply Side Politics was started by my Brother-in-Blog, Greg, after we had been discussing starting a blog for months. Finally, on Friday 25 June 2004, around tea-time, he calls me over to his cube to finalize the details. Shortly thereafter, we were bloggers, ready to offer our collective wit and wisdom to The World, and subsequently to be showered with Fortune and Glory.

Such an auspicious start. We hacked away, taking the required "baby-steps", finding our voice. Life, OTOH, takes little notice.

On 6 July 04, I was "downsized" from my (then) Stoopid Business™ employer. My Brother-in-Blog survived the purge. Shortly thereafter, the Blogger template we were using for Supply Side Politics (hereafter: SSP) got seriously FUBARed. I was listed as a "Contributer" for SSP, without Admin rights. I couldn't contact Greg for over a week (as it turns out, he was on vacation) and I was freaking.out. Our blog was AFU, and I can't fix it.

Through some bit of twisted logic, I rationalized that I could figure out how to solve SSP's template issues by starting another Blogspot blog, and by playing around with the template, I could find the solution to SSP's problems. Hence, this blog, Congruence.

As it turns out, Blogger self-corrected, Greg called me back, SSP returned to normal. And I was left with Congruence, swingin' in the breeze. So I kept it going, using the blog as an outlet for personal ramblings, humor, and off-color material (of which there is none).

My inaugral post, here at Congruence:
\Con"gru*ence\, n. [L. congruentia: cf. OF.cornguence.]Suitableness of one thing to another; agreement; consistency.

Consistency. That's what it's really all about. Can one be consistant and intellectually honest in all their beliefs. I don't care if you agree with me; in fact it's the disagreement that makes life interesting. As long as everything is congruent, as long as there is no glaring dichotomy in logic; we'll get along just fine.

This blog is to be a playground of ideas; a place where I can get up on the soapbox and blather on about whatever issue has my shorts twisted that particular day. And believe me, there are lots of issues that get my dander up.

So grab a beer and pull a chair up to the table. All are welcome, dissent is invited. Be forewarned: check your facts, bring your data, and be prepared to lose. Remember we're all crew on the same boat, and at times we'll have to "agree to disagree" and change the topic to baseball or the weather.
I'll continue this narritave soon

Friday, 27 March 2009

A personal observation

it just struck me.....

so anyway, it occurred to me this evening that TheMissus™ cooks like one of those TV chefs....

I mean, have you ever seen Emeril clean up his own kitchen?

Just sayin', that's all

more soon

Sunday, 8 March 2009

Resolutions, Update the Third

seriously, it's been a rough five weeks

so anyway, I've been neglecting this blog is favor of trying to keep my job of late. My thankless Stoopid.Business™ job has seen two "Black Fridays" since we've talked last, and it's been ugly. I'm talking blood on the floor and walls, and growd men crying in public.

Tell me again why I didn't go to Culinary Arts School or study Marine Biology?

So, no. I've made no progress on my Resolutions. As I'm now deeply involved with the process of petitioning the government for re-dress of grievances (guess who's doing their taxes....), the Resolutions will have to wait.

More soon....

Saturday, 31 January 2009

Resolutions, Update the Second

it's been a busy two weeks

so anyway, I've gotten nowhere on reading Ayn Rand or completing the cookbook. I have an excuse for both: the local library's single copy (WTF?) of Atlas Shrugged is still out and unavailable; and my co-author for the cookbook was laid off on the 22nd and isn't returning my calls.

See? Isn't that better than the "I've been busy" line so often offered?

more soon

Saturday, 17 January 2009

Resolutions: Update the First

it's been a while....I've been, you know, busy

so anyway, I've made precious little progress with the aforementioned resolutions. But you probably had already guessed as much.

more soon

Friday, 24 October 2008

Resolutions

Things I'm finally going to do, starting on Wednesday 05NOV08

so anyway, my life has been (steeply) ramped up to 72 Jobs per Hour of late, both at home and at work. Toss the election season on top of the mix, it's a wonder I'm sane at all.

I told a fellow worker-bee this afternoon that I'll finally be able to get some rest in twelve days. After that, the die will have been cast and I can finally relax.

So, there's a few things that I've been meaning to do for years that I'll devote my time to, starting 05NOV08:

First, I am finally going to read Ayn Rand. Sure, I know the stories, but I've never actually read them. My bad. I've been meaning to read Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead for twenty-some-odd years now, but just never got around to it. I just gots to be sure before I put the "Who is John Galt?" bumpersticker on the ass-end of the daily commuter-mobile.

Second, I, along with my partner in crime; we're going to finish writing and finally publish the book we've been talking about for almost two years now. Relax, it's a cookbook, not a manifesto (the manifesto will come later). Between the two of us, we've filled three banker's boxes with recipes, snippets of writing, and other cookbook-related material. We've missed the publishing deadline for two Christmas seasons already which means we're poised to be ready for the 2009 season. Which also means I need a printable version by the end of June 2009. The clock is ticking....

Short term, mid-term, long term: it's good to have goals.

I reserve the right to revise and extend at a later date. I yield the balance of my time.

thatisall

Sunday, 19 October 2008

I'm Joe the Plumber, and so's my wife

Iowahawk makes with the serious

so anyway; Dave "Iowahawk" Burge has an outstanding post up in re: Joe the Plumber:
We've all witnessed a lot of insanity in American politics over the last few years. Up until the last few days, none of it has seriously bothered me; hey, just more grist for the satire mill. But after witnessing the media's blitzkreig on Joe 'the Plumber' Wurzelbacher, I can only muster anger, and no small amount of fear.

Politicians -- Sarah Palin, Bill Clinton, et al. -- obviously have to put up with some rude, nasty shit, but it's right there in the jobs description. Joe the Plumber is different. He was a guy tossing a football with his kid in the front yard of his $125,000 house when a politician picked him out as a prop for a 30 second newsbite for the cable news cameras. Joe simply had the temerity to speak truth (or, if you prefer, an uninformed opinion) to power, for which the politico-media axis apparently determined that he must be humiliated, harassed, smashed, destroyed. The viciousness and glee with which they set about the task ought to concern anyone who still cares about citizen participation, and freedom of speech, and all that old crap they taught in Civics class before politics turned into Narrative Deathrace 3000, and Web 2.0 turned into Berlin 1932.0.

Godwin's Law! you say? if the jackboot fits, wear it.

Ab-So-F'n-lutely. Read what's left of the whole thing.

thatisall.

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

What a long, strange trip it's been

is it over yet?

so anyway, I'm a political junkie (file it under "Duh"): I eat, sleep, and breathe this stuff, and I am fcuking sick of this election. Just do the "October Surprise" now and let's finish this thing. I mean, really; it's been two f'n years of this siht.

Sorry, that's about as pessimistic as I get.

more soon

Saturday, 20 September 2008

Saturday NIght Post

'cause it's been a long time since I used that post title

so anyway, I'll spare you the whole "I've been busy" song and dance. The "election of our lifetimes" is at hand, and I'm focusing my efforts elsewhere.

Ike has past. I've heard from all the friends / family who were in the path of the storm; all is well, relatively speaking. Been there, done that. A few excerpts from family e-mails:

From 16SEP08:
At 3:47 PM CDT power was restored. Off since 5:18 AM 9/13/08.
It's really a miracle considering the devastation this storm has caused.
It was terrifying. I have four trees down. Three are on the house. They each fell in such a way that I have basically exterior damage and a horrendous mess. It's truly a miracle. Both sections of the house would have been smashed if they had fallen a bit differently.
Please go online to Houston Chronicle to see photos of the area and esp. Galveston/Bolivar/High Island area. Galveston had a surge of at least 18 feet and people are being asked to leave permanently. Those away are being told to not return - you don't live in Galveston anymore.
The return of power is a God send. Tomorrow the only food I would have had would have been Ramen noodles and pop tarts. With no power, nothing is open. Being in line a 6:40 AM to try to get ice was the big event of the day. The stores had very limited non-perishables. Cold franks and beans in cup for a week was a distressing thought. But, bless HEB. Their stores here were built with integral generators. There wasn't much, but without them I'd have had nothing.
Just to let you know by God's Grace I have survived pretty well. In time things will be better. Tonight I will not sit alone in the dark.
Thanks for your concern. Love, [Cousin K]
Emphasis mine.

From 15SEP08:
DEAR ONES ALL
We want to say thanks again for all your prayers and good thoughts. Looking out the window now one would not think we had just been through a hurricane. Sun is shining, high thin overcast, temps today in the mid 80's and forecast to be in the low 60's tonight.

Not all that bad. No reports concerning major damages here at [redacted]. Our blow (sic) out window has already been measured for replacement . The Maintenance people here at [redacted] are , in my estimation, some of the best.
We have had power since 6 PM yesterday, but still no TV signal. Must be that [redacted] is a Comcast customer. Battery radio is working well.
As we said at the Subject, this is the last of our IKE reports. After putting the blown out window section back in place, we have experienced no difficulty. We feel the Good Lord has been very good to us. So, go to church next weekend and say a thank you prayer to the Lord God for extending his good favor to and for us.

E & Z
From 12SEP08, from Cousin K:
All still pretty quiet here : light winds-no rain yet.
To see something almost creepy: Enter and click traffic.houstontranstar.org Then look at the freeway cameras!
Never believed roads could be this empty. (I live off IH45 N at [redacted] Parkway exit.)
Also from 12SEP08, from E&Z:
The storm is 12 to 14 hours from land fall, as reported by TV, and it looks like another Houaton day outside the window. Looking out the window we can see the tree tops swaying gently in the breeze. More to come we are assured. We are prepared to ride out the storm here at [redacted]. The [redacted] Orginaziation must feel ths is a safe building for it has moved 15 residentrs from it's Beaumont facility into [redacted] to ride out the storm. We have been advised that if worse comes to worse, the usual bill of fare might be altered depending on actual circumstances.
As of now we are safe, hail and happy. If it gets real bad,we will sit on the divan, hold hands and blow away together. JUST KIDDING !
Galveston, by all estimation, is no more. I'm just gobsmacked, so many good times were had on the island.

Like I said four years ago about Hurricane Charlie:
So if you can see your way clear to spare a few bucks; pony up at your local RedCross office......No cash? Give some blood. It's all good, it all helps.

If you have the time and are available, load the truck up with bottled water and diapers and cans of tuna and batteries and some bottled water and first aid kinda thingies and maybe a bottle of rum or two and some bottled water and your hammer and work gloves and sturdy boots and a couple of sheets of plywood and some bottled water and some 2 x 4s and some more water and some duct tape and some heavy gauge plastic sheeting and some bottled water and a couple of bottles of rum and head on down and help. Be sure to coordinate with the RedCross (do your own AltaVista search, dammit), they can direct you to the communities that need the most help. When you get there, find the neighborhoods that were impoverished before (the hurricane) and help there first.

BTW: If you ever wanted to know what a "hero's welcome" felt like, stop at a (grocery store) about 150 miles out and put a couple of dozen cases of popsicles / fudgesicles/ creamsicles on dry ice. Trust me, you hand a popsicle to an adult shortly after a hurricane and you'll be a hero. Just imagine how you'll look to the kids.
I should have posted this days ago.

Tuesday, 2 September 2008

Funny stuff

'cause that's the way I roll.....or whatever the kids are sayin' these days

so anyway, I tripped over this little gem a couple of days ago, and I'm still laughing.

Via Ace, we find Sarah Palin Facts, which is just too cool for school; imagine statements made about Governor Palin in the Bill Brasky(?) / Chuck Norris / Fred Thompson idiom. You know what I'm talking about.....

more soon

Saturday, 16 August 2008

Yard-work

is potentially fatal

so anyway, I made an interesting discovery this afternoon: my Craftsman 18" hedge trimmer will actually slice through one of those heavy, big-assed orange extension cords without even blinking.

I used to have a fifty foot extension cord, now I have a thirty-four footer and a sixteen footer, each in need of a proper plug. If not for a GFI circuit, I'd still be out there doing the spaz-dance. Remember, children: gasoline powered equipment is always your first, bestest option.

thatisall

Tuesday, 12 August 2008

"It was a dark and stormy night....."

Bulwer-Lytton Award Winners, 2008

so anyway, via Ace comes this year's Bulwer-Lytton Award winners. I love this kind of stuff. Anyone who's ever sat down at a typewriter / word processor / computer to write a work of fiction has reams of this kind of stuff laying around.

Having read a completely unhealthy amount of Chandler / Hammett / Spillane / etc. in my late formative years; and having watched almost as many film-noir classics as Lileks, I opted for detective fiction for my writing efforts. This year's Bulwer-Lytton winner for detective fiction was spot on:
Mike Hummer had been a private detective so long he could remember Preparation A, his hair reminded everyone of a rat who'd bitten into an electrical cord, but he could still run faster than greased owl snot when he was on a bad guy's trail, and they said his friskings were a lot like getting a vasectomy at Sears.
That's some inspired siht, right there. The runner-up is just as good, IMHO:
The hardened detective glanced at his rookie partner and mused that who ever had coined the term "white as a sheet" had never envisioned a bed accessorized with a set of Hazelnut, 500-count Egyptian cotton linens from Ralph Lauren complimented by matching shams and a duvet cover nor the dismembered body of its current occupant.

Maybe next year I'll enter some of my really, really bad "first lines". As a long-standing abuser of the English language, I should be a lock.

thatisall. I reserve the right to revise and extend, but will limit those rights to matters of spelling and coherence.

Friday, 8 August 2008

More Tales from the Road

Yes, BBQ is involved. Why do you ask?

so anyway, Wednesday found me again in the thriving environs of Benton Harbor, Michigan for a "fact-seeking" trip to the Plant(s). Work wise, is was smooth. I told them what I needed, they handed it over; we all had a good laugh. Tell me again why I had to get up at a quarter to dawn and drive two+ hours to get this done?

Lunchtime rolled around and my fellow worker-bee (and fellow blogger) and I started wondering where we'd go to eat. A quick check of the inter-web net-tubes thingies and we had our answer: Charlie's Piggin-n-Grinnin. The name alone sealed the decision.

So we went, and it was good. I had the brisket sammich and the rib tips, along with the baked beans and cornbread. Mo had the smoked turkey sammich, which he said was "very good".

A few notes: the cornbread was good, texture-wise, but needed more sugar. The brisket and the rib tips were very good, Charlie's BBQ philosophy rings true: cook it low and slow.

Over all, a very good BBQ experience. If you're in Benton Harbor and happen to be hungry, Charlie's Piggin-n-Grinnin is a good choice.

There was more to the story, but that was days ago and it's late now. More soon.

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Monday, 28 July 2008

Ain't it Cuil?

or so as all the kids are sayin' today

so anyway, I checked out the new "Cuil" search thingy (pronounced "cool", the Gaelic word for both knowledge and hazel, it's along story, read their FAQ).

It's not what you would expect after all these years of AltaVista, Google, etc. Or WebCrawler. Remember WebCrawler? Back in the old NetScape days on dial-up, with that giant "N" stepping over the world? On that old 486SX100 box with 128 mb of RAM, where you had to have a keystroke buffer in your brain just to keep up with the IRC? Good times.....but I digress.....

(WebCrawler is still around, BTW)

Anyway, I like it. Cuil, that is. It's got a different look and feel, and may not hit it off with the masses. I'll give it a test drive over the next couple of days weeks and let you know what's what.

One thing I do know: Cuil is very friendly to the other blog. I'm diggin' it, large.

(The Cuil folks are having server issues tonight. Growing pains, I guess)

more soon

Friday, 18 July 2008

Breaking News

I built four-fifths of a fence today

so anyway, I spent the day building a fence for a dog run for Teddy the Wonder Poodle. Home Owners Association by-laws be damned. If the people next door can have a trampoline, then I can have a dog run. Quid Quo Pro, and all that siht.

Pictures of the fence and of Teddy the Wonder Poodle are forthcoming.

thatisall

Thursday, 17 July 2008

Congruence: Four Years On

Happy Blog Day!

so anyway, four years ago this very evening, Congruence was launched. There's a funny story behind the how and why this blog was started but it'll have to wait for another time, as the Stoopid Business™ re-convenes in less than seven hours and I must sleep. Maybe next year.....

Thank you to everyone who's been along for the ride.

Friday, 11 July 2008

OK, one more

then it's off to bed with you kids

so anyway, I'm staring out the window during an all-day meeting at one of our supplier's plants in E-town, Kentucky, and I happen to spot a motorcycle parked in a handicapped spot.

"Now that takes a lot of balls" thought I. Later, on a break, I wandered out to the lot to check it out.

I was completely gobsmacked by what I saw:



Yes, children: that's a Real.Handicapped.Motorcycle.Plate.

The mind boggles.

This is a test


this is only a test

and apparently successful

I gots pictures! Now if I could figure out how to post them in the sidebar.

As Goldstein would say: "Developing...."

more soon

Friday, 4 July 2008

Independence Day

In Congress, July 4, 1776

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new guards for their future security — Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. — The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our People, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from Punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free system of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislature, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty and perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions we have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have we been wanting in attention to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do.

And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.


John Hancock

Button Gwinnett
Lyman Hall
Geo. Walton

Wm. Hooper
Joseph Hewes
John Penn
Edward Rutledge
Thos. Heyward, Junr.
Thomas Lynch, Junr.
Arthur Middleton

Samuel Chase
Wm. Paca
Thos. Stone
Charles Carroll of Carrollton
George Wythe
Richard Henry Lee
Th. Jefferson
Benja. Harrison
Thos. Nelson, Jr.
Francis Lightfoot Lee
Carter Braxton

Robt. Morris
Benjamin Rush
Benja. Franklin
John Morton
Geo. Clymer
Jas. Smith
Geo. Taylor
James Wilson
Geo. Ross
Caesar Rodney
Geo. Read
Tho. Mckean

Wm. Floyd
Phil. Livingston
Frans. Lewis
Lewis Morris
Richd. Stockton
Jno. Witherspoon
Fras. Hopkinson
John Hart
Abra. Clark

Josiah Bartlett
Wm. Whipple
Saml. Adams
John Adams
Robt. Treat Paine
Elbridge Gerry
Step. Hopkins
William Ellery
Roger Sherman
Samuel Huntington
Wm. Williams
Oliver Wolcott
Matthew Thornton

Friday, 13 June 2008

A thought on Father's Day weekend

I'm just being proactive

so anyway, whilst surfing about the blogosphere tonight, I happened upon BlackFive's post about the "Strongest Dad in the World". As it turns out, it's a re-post from 2006, but that does not diminish it's power one bit.

Fair warning, though: If you're a Dad, you'll realize that stumbling over Polly Pockets or having to round up all the Planet Heroes stuff or scrubbing the mud of of the kid's shoes (at 11:45 PM on a Sunday night) or any of the multitude of "little things" that we Dads endure; it's all just small change. To excerpt Matt's excerpt:

I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars -- all in the same day.

Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

Like Matty O'BlackFive and SI's Rick Reilly, I suck as well. Do go read.

Saturday, 7 June 2008

A Curious Question

a "shout-out" to my fellow bloggers out there.

so anyway, do you ever get to the point where you're too drunk to drive, but not drunk enough to blog?

Really? I thought it was just me.

Friday, 6 June 2008

Wow! It's like Technology

or something

so anyway, I've finally managed to start figuring out how the radio audio system works on my first new car. It plays .mp3s! Again, I am totally gobsmacked.

So, I start ripping some disks (or whatever the kids call "burning disks" these days. Please remember, I am not "hip". I'm relatively new to the whole .mp3 thingy). Do you have any idea how much siht you can put on a disk in the .mp3 format? With the 6-disk system, I figure I can have every rock and roll song that ever charted from 1967 to 1978 and then some. Gobsmacked, I tell you.

But that's not why I stopped in to post tonight. In all my "ripping" frenzy, I happened to glance at the liner notes of Alan Jackson's Don't Rock the Jukebox (yes, I'm into the country CDs. All the blues, rock, and classical stuff got burned days ago).

Jackson's liner notes tell me that "We Only Have 10 Years To Save Our Planet", with helpful tips such as "Carpool", "Recycle", "Turn off lights", "Buy environmentally sound products", "Love and Respect All Life", and my personal favorite "Pressure Political Leaders".

We only have ten years! Keep in mind that Don't Rock the Jukebox was released in 1991. So, according to Mr.Jackson's liner notes, the planet Earth ceased to exist seven years ago.

In a way, he's right: the world as we knew it ceased to exist seven years ago, come September.

more soon.

Wednesday, 28 May 2008

A Stunning Revelation

I'm completely gobsmacked

so anyway, I get to my small (but tiny) Stoopid Business™ cubicle this morning, and go through my morning routine. As I was checking that my planner was up to speed, I noticed the "motivational quote of the day" at the top of the page:

Home is not where you live,
but where they understand you.

--Christian Morgenstern

Now, I am unfamiliar with C.Morgenstern and his (or her) body of work. My "go to" source for quotes, QuoteDB, doesn't list Morgenstern in their vast collection, so I still haven't got a clue. One thing I do know, for certain:

I'm homeless.

Quick! Somebody get me a bottle of Valu-Rite Vodka and a shopping cart.

I'll be over there, by the dumpster. thatisall

Thursday, 22 May 2008

Thursday night funny

not everyone will "get" it

so anyway, via Ace comes a link to Graphjam with some serious funny attached:

song chart memes
more graph humor and song chart memes

I've just lost an hour of my life perusing Graphjam's wares. Time well spent, says I.

Sunday, 11 May 2008

Shopping madness

It's crazy, I tell you

so anyway, I find it amazing that cell phones just do not work inside most stores. I mean really, the cell phone works just fine at my Stoopid Business™ cube-farm desk on sub-terrainian level two, why is inside Target any different?

If I ran a major retail outlet, like Target, Meijers, WalMart, or Sam's Club, I'd make damn sure the cell phone signal was loud and freakin' clear inside the building. They make signal boosters and other such hardware to make this possible. Why don't they avail themselves of the technology at hand?

Here's the scenario: you've been sent to the store to obtain Item X. You're standing there in Aisle Three looking at Items X+, X-, X++, Super X, Super X+, Lite Days X, Lite Days X+, XX, XX+.....but no "Item X"

Your list says "Item X", not accounting for variants. So you whip out your trusty cell phone for some direction, and you get the "No Service Available" dealio for your troubles.

Retailers, listen up: how many sales are lost because we can't call home for guidance?

I need answers, people. The staff meeting is at zero seven thirty, and I expect solutions, not excuses.

thatisall.

Tuesday, 6 May 2008

There's something you should know

well.....several things, actually.

so anyway, via someone on the Blogroll (my apologies, I know not which) comes this little gem from Neatorama: 10 insulting words you should know

It's actually educational!

Tuesday, 29 April 2008

Menchen quote

I'm sure you know someone who fits this description

The central belief of every moron is that he is the victim of a mysterious conspiracy against his common rights and true deserts. He ascribes all his failure to get on in the world, all of his congenital incapacity and damfoolishness, to the machinations of werewolves assembled in Wall Street, or some other such den of infamy. If these villains could be put down, he holds, he would at once become rich, powerful and eminent. Nine politicians out of every ten, of whatever party, live and have their being by promising to perform this putting down. In brief, they are knaves who maintain themselves by preying on the idiotic vanities and pathetic hopes of half-wits.

– H. L. Mencken, Baltimore Evening Sun, June 15, 1936
Written almost 72 years ago, yet still holds true today. Just substitute "Big Oil" or "predatory lenders" for the "Wall Street werewolves" and you're good to go.

h/t to someone on the blogroll

Thursday, 24 April 2008

Happy Thursday

Take Your Children to Work Day a smashing success

so anyway, the aforementioned Take Your Children to Work Day was enjoyed by all. Now the Genetical Twinlets™ think that the Stoopid Business™ consists of playing with modeling clay, dropping eggs off the roof of a four story building (it's a long story), surfing the inter web tube net thingy, deploying airbags, and dropping large chunks of dry ice into water. None of which really happens on a daily basis, inter web tube net surfing, notwithstanding.

"Best.Day.Ever." was quoted by Twin the Eldest. I can live with that.

More soon.

Friday, 18 April 2008

Stress Relieved, Part the Second



a nice break from The Stoopid Business™

so anyway, this week in The Stoopid Business™ has found me collaborating with colleagues in Shanghai, China. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday evenings sported two hour long conference calls, starting at 10:00 PM Eastern.

So, this morning I announced to the Greatest Boss Evah! that I was taking a two hour lunch today and that I was taking a fellow worker-bee with me. Being the Greatest Boss Evah!, he let me do so.

Off we went to the range, again. I'm still not posting any targets, but I did shoot better. I developed a semi-serious case of the "shakes" from the get-go that never seemed to leave me. Fortunately, I parlayed that into a mild case of the "flinch", so I'm not measuring any groups today.

It's mostly inside the nine ring. Mostly.

On a positive note, I could see better today, but that's another story for another time.

Tuesday, 8 April 2008

I'm sure I'm not the first...

...but it was my first time

so anyway, I managed to break FireFox tonight for the first time. I clicked on a link, and it went all "IE7" on me and completely locked up. As it turns out, the clicked link was to an Apple.com page, so I'm not holding it against FireFox.

I mean, really: who could resist clicking on a link to see the a trailer for a movie entitled "Zombie Strippers" staring Jenna Jamison and Robert Englund?

A trailer, I might mention, that I still haven't seen.

h/t to Stephen "VodkaPundit" Green for the (frustrating) link.

Sunday, 23 March 2008

Weird Sunday

it feels like Saturday night

so anyway, to be honest, one of the (few) perks in the Stoopid Business™ is the occasional odd day off. Tomorrow, Easter Monday, is one of those days. The way I understand it, Easter Monday is something like a official holiday in Canadia, so the Canadian Auto Workers get the day off. Not to be outdone, the UAW (Usually Ain't Workin') demanded the same holidays as their union brothers in Canadia, so they got it off as well, which trickled up to the "white collar" folks. Hence, I'm off tomorrow.

Don't worry, I'll pay for it one way or another.

The Easter Bunny deposited all sorts of chocolate turds about the compound here at Case de Miguel and by noon all the kids were on a seriously ugly sugar melt-down. There was property damage and tears; TheMissus has subsequently banned all candies from the premises. Needless to say, it was joyous.

Just a day in the life. More soon.

Thursday, 20 March 2008

Stress relieved

I'm feeling much better now.....

so anyway, today I finally made good on a plan that I've been brewing for months. I actually went to the range and did some shooting.

As far as the shooting goes, I sucked out loud. I kept everything on the paper, but I won't be posting any targets any time soon. But, as my soul brother Steve H. Graham opined today over at Hog on Ice:
They say a bad day of fishing is better than a good day at work. The same is true of shooting, fortunately.
Yes, crappy shooting is still fun. A fellow worker bee from the Stoopid Business went with, and we had a glorious time. Plans are already being made to go again soon.

We cranked through dozens of rounds of 22LR, .25 ACP, 9MM, .38, and .357. As I mentioned, I shot just awful; nothing like I used to shoot in days of yore. Try as I may, I couldn't bring it all together: stance, grip, breathing, sight picture, etc. consistently. I also had problems seeing what I was doing. This was my first trip to the range since I started wearing glasses a couple of years ago, and I couldn't see for siht. I tried my regular glasses and I could see the target loud and clear but the sights were blurry. Switching to my reading glasses I could see the sights but the target was just a fuzzy dark spot down range.

Despite shooting like total morons, we had a great time. I guess I'd forgotten the endorphin (sp? or what? I'm not an endocrinologist nor do I play one on TV) "high" you get after a range session, but I'm digging it deep. I've spent the past hour enhancing that feeling with copious quantities of Hoppes #9 Nitro Solvent as I clean the hardware.

If you're in the Metro Detroit area and feel the need to pop some caps, The Firing Line is where you need to go.

More soon.

Friday, 14 March 2008

Pridie Ides of March

yeah; I had to look it up, too

so anyway:
All right, but apart from the sanitation, medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh water system and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?
Which is not why I sat down to blog this evening, but it'll have to do for now.

Friday, 29 February 2008

Payin' for it


I should have knowd

so anyway, I did go back to The Little Dooey for dinner on Tuesday night. It was again fabulous. I'm already working on a excuse reason to get my boss to let me go back to the plants in Mississippi and Alabama.

I paid for it, though. Hopping on the scale on Saturday morning showed me up three pounds. The Missus™ was pissed off about it; I considered it a moral victory. I mean, seriously, I ate at least seventeen pounds of catfish and BBQ over two and a half days and I was up only three pounds?

Remember, kids: fiber is your friend.

thatisall.

Monday, 18 February 2008

Tales from the road

I'm off on another adventure for the Stoopid Business

so anyway, I'm on the inaugral trip of the 2008 Southern BBQ Tour; although my boss thinks I'm visiting suppliers to find cost reduction opportunities.

You've heard the song before: up early, to the airport, the flight, the rental car fiasco, drive then drive some more, the plant tour, the endless meeting, drive some more times, etc. None of that matters, now.

Yes, children; I have had quite possibly the best BBQ and catfish EVAH. Long time readers know of my affinity for good BBQ and catfish, I have had some of the very best. I have a new Gold Standard for the genre.

He was happier after we ate

The Little Dooey in Starkville, Mississippi. Absolutely outstanding. I had the aptly named "Super Combo Plate": a quarter chicken, a quarter of a rack of ribs, a quarter pound of pulled pork, turnip greens, and baked beans. I bartered with my travelling companions to sample the catfish and hush puppies. All of the above were fabulous.

If your travels take you within 100 miles of Starkville, Mississippi, you owe it to yourself to make the short detour to The Little Dooey.

I'm planning on going back tomorrow.

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Thursday, 24 January 2008

A very brief glimpse

into your humble host's world

so anyway, just before lunch, my fellow worker-bees at the salt mine were discussing bar-burgers and drunk-food in general. Many a tale of late night encounters at the WhiteCastle drive through were recounted, in four part harmony. As we were "baring our souls", I blurted out the following gem:
"I've never tasted Taco Bell whilst sober."
Which is true, and so ends our brief glimpse into my world.

Monday, 21 January 2008

MLK Day 2008

read it again, for the first time

Monday, 14 January 2008

Confused? Check!

it took me a minute
so anyway, on my way home from the salt mine this evening, I was behind a little Chevy whatever (think Cavalier, only newer. Whatever it's called) and it had a bumper sticker that said:
Draft SUV drivers first

Which caught my eye because the FlagShip of the fleet here at Casa de Miguel is a ginormous Expedition, in all it's full-fledged, big V8, 4-wheel drive, 12 MPG glory.

And I thought "Well, duh. I mean they have the aerodynamics of a brick and a generous draw zone behind them, so if you need to draft a vehicle, an SUV makes perfect sense." And I'm not even a NASCAR fan.

Then the light came on. So what they meant was "draft the SUV drivers first" for the 'endless' war for oil.

RRRIIIGGGTTTHH. Now I get it.

Nothing to see here, move on. Wanker. The leftards just keep believing that The Draft is coming back.

I've got news for you, Skippy: the only way we'll see a draft in our lifetimes is if the country gets a bad case of the (weapons grade) stupid and elects a democrat as Commander-in-Chief.
Late, tired. You know the song. If I could only play the harmonica.....