If you’re cold, why should you stand in the corner?
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Because it’s 90 degrees.
Yesterday was my Grandmother and Papaw’s 50th wedding anniversary. My mom and her brother (with my dad and aunt) took them out for dinner, and my mom performed a renewal of vows ceremony. Details are sketchy from 2,700 miles away, but keep an eye on mom’s blog, and I’m sure she’ll have a full accounting and pictures.
Coming up in April, my parents will celebrate their 45th wedding anniversary. And no, they didn’t get married when mom was 5, and I wasn’t born when she was 8. My Grandfather passed away from cancer when my mom was a child, and Grandmother married Papaw when mom was in college (if I’m getting my math right).
But what better living examples of marriage could I have than these two?
Congratulations to Grandmother and Papaw for 50 years!
It’s been a while since I did this to music, so I thought I try it again.
{Queensrÿche “Hard Times”}
So yeah, no matter what, comic book plots tend to slip into my mind at the strangest times.
This evening I was in my office/craft room looking for something and my tabby Oscar came in to see what I was doing. I played with him a little, and was pleased when he started purring. even as he rolled onto his back, and I scratched his belly while he gnawed on the cuff of my shirt, he kept purring. I figured he must be really happy.
And then an old plot from the Flash came into my head. and so we descend into geekdom.
{Evanescence “The Other Side”}
One of the villains of the Flash is Gorilla Grodd. Grodd has been around for a long time. He is a super-intelligent gorilla from Gorilla City, a city of super-intelligent gorillas hidden somewhere in Africa. According to Wikipedia, he first appeared in 1959. Most of the gorillas are peaceful if reclusive, but Grodd is evil with the powers of telepathy. He constantly chafes at the presence of humans whom he views as inferior. And if you compare intelligence and strength, he’s got a point.
{Breaking Benjamin “Skin”}
One of the Flash comics in the 90s had Grodd build a device that increased the brain power of animals all across Central City (the Flash’s base of operations). And because humans are such jerks (or insert other synonym here) the animals attacked. Birds swooped and pecked. Rats rose up. Zoos became pandemonium. But some pets, those that were well treated, defended their owners.
{Chris Cornell “Other Side of Town”}
The main one shown was the new kitten of a little girl who at first seemed to have fallen under Grodd’s spell, but was actually upset about the squirrel that about to launch itself through the picture window to attack the little girl. The kitten ends up killing the squirrel, and then goes back to wanting to play with the little girl.
Yes, of course, the Flash stops Grodd. I think this was even one of those times when the invention backfires, and makes Grodd (temporarily) a vegetable. He is returned to the custody of Gorilla City where he would later escape and wreak havoc once again.
And yes, the point of this is that as I sat on the floor rubbing my kitten’s tummy, I felt confident that if he were to suddenly gain sentience, he wouldn't attack me.
{Garbage “Stupid Girl”}
So here I am bouncing in again with a long delayed post.
Hey, I’m working again, what do you expect? Oh, so because I used to post all of the time when I was at ETIC, I’m supposed to post be back in that mode again? But my workload there was not what it is here. Time and Materials billing doesn’t allow for the slack that Unit Pricing does. If you’ve got an established pattern for billing to a Unit then you need to keep that up. So now, I’m moving from task to task here, not just doing a task, and figuring out how to bill it.
And besides if it were all about free time wouldn't I have posted all the time last year when I was mostly unemployed? But then nothing was happening. Sure I was reading and biking, but I posted a bit about that, but there wasn’t much excitement going on. And yes, I realize I’ve been mentioning the unemployment thing a lot. I try not to, but it’s just hard not to compare “then” and “now” without doing so. It’s like “pre-break-in”, “post-break-in”, and "Emeryville Epilogue”; things are just so different.
So why am I posting in the middle of the day today? Because I needed a break. So there.
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Now, the reading part of the blog. For Christmas, Jennifer and I got Nooks from my in-laws. The Simple Touch ones. We don’t know how because we’re pretty sure they were and are over the family cost limit, but we were very surprised to received them. I acted happy, but was resistant to using them at first. I love the feel of a book, and the whole “I can read this without charging it” thing made me feel superior.
So I downloaded some free books, and tried things out. It was okay, but got better as I personalized the method of turning pages. Then I thought about using it to read PDFs. It does an okay job, but then I found an online converter that can change formats, and learned that EPUB is the way to go for the nook.
So I’ve been slowly acquiring copies of books that I like. Right now I’m working my way through Larry Niven's Ringworld series again.
And the really cool thing is that the Nook fits perfectly in the back pocket of my Tumi bag. I could probably even fit it inside if I really wanted to be secure, but it fits low enough that you can’t see it. But I can have my library with me at all times.
The Nook is so what Mom and I needed when I was a kid. Especially for all of my doctor visits.
“Yea, though I wait at the pharmacy of Kaiser, I shall fear no boredom, for my Nook is with me.”
Happy… to…
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Happy… dear…
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The day just doesn’t have the impact that it used to have.
So, I think we can all agree that 2011 has been a difficult year. It’s certainly been a personal roller coaster.
I was let go from a job of almost 5 years when the company I was working for lost their contract with Exxon Mobil. {As a sidebar, I happened to see the EM project manager at a store in Emeryville yesterday. I showed amazing restraint, and did not ask her how she was feeling about destroying the lives of so many people with her company’s policies. But I digress…]
Jennifer and I moved to a wonderful place in Emeryville, and we did a lot of cycling around. Sure I had free time, but there are so many cool shops around that it was hard to not be able to go in and get what we wanted.
In August, I finally began work again for a contracting company. And boy was I bored there. I wasn’t doing anything close to geology, and it was really not a good fit.
In November, I started interviewing with an environmental company in Walnut Creek, and last week, I received an offer letter. I’ll be starting the new year with a new job. I’ll be a project geologist, and working with some really fascinating people.
There are certain traditions we observe for Christmas. One of my favorites is watching “The Nightmare Before Christmas” while we decorate the house.
[To preface the rest of this, please note that the last time Jennifer asked to see a movie that would make her cry, I suggested “Serenity”, and she accepted.]
Then the other day, Jennifer said she wanted to watch another Christmas movie. I suggested “Gremlins” since she had never seen it. She thoroughly enjoyed it, and now I debate with myself on showing her the mixed goodness and badness of the sequel.
Then last night, she wanted another Christmas movie. I suggested “Lethal Weapon”. We ended up watching the first and second movie, and when we finished, she suggested watching the other two tonight after our Christmas light driving tour.
So yes, it has been taking me a long time to read the Lovecraft compilation.
In my defense it is almost 1,100 pages long.
I’ve just finished “The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath” and am starting “The Case of Charles Dexter Ward”.
But I’m really enjoying going through his works chronologically.
First of all there is this: The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
This is not a new thing, but I think the sentiment behind it is important.
On an tangential note, John informed me today that he is now an ordained minister of the Flying Spaghetti Monster (FSM).
When asked, the newly anointed Man of the Colander passed on to me these words of wisdom:
The Eight "Rather You Didn't's" of the FSM:
1. I'd really rather you didn't act like a sanctimonious holier-than-thou ass when describing my noodly goodness. If some people don't believe in me, that's okay. Really, I'm not that vain. Besides, this isn't about them so don't change the subject.
2. I'd really rather you didn't use my existence as a means to oppress, subjugate, punish, eviscerate, and/or, you know, be mean to others. I don't require sacrifices, and purity is for drinking water, not people.
3. I'd really rather you didn't judge people for the way they look, or how they dress, or the way they talk, or, well, just play nice, okay? Oh, and get this into your thick heads: woman = person. man = person. Samey = Samey. One is not better than the other, unless we're talking about fashion and I'm sorry, but I gave that to women and some guys who know the difference between teal and fuchsia.
4. I'd really rather you didn't indulge in conduct that offends yourself, or your willing, consenting partner of legal age AND mental maturity. As for anyone who might object, I think the expression is "go fuck yourself," unless they find that offensive in which case they can turn off the TV for once and go for a walk for a change.
5. I'd really rather you didn't challenge the bigoted, misogynistic, hateful ideas of others on an empty stomach. Eat, then go after the bitches.
6. I'd really rather you didn't build multi million-dollar synagogues / churches / temples / mosques / shrines to my noodly goodness when the money could be better spent (take your pick):
I. Ending poverty
II. Curing diseases
III. Living in peace, loving with passion, and lowering the cost of cable
I might be a complex-carbohydrate omniscient being, but I enjoy the simple things in life. I ought to know. I AM the creator.
7. I'd really rather you didn't go around telling people I talk to you. You're not that interesting. Get over yourself. And I told you to love your fellow man, can't you take a hint?
8. I'd really rather you didn't do unto others as you would have them do unto you if you are into, um, stuff that uses a lot of leather/lubricant/Vaseline. If the other person is into it, however (pursuant to #4), then have at it, take pictures, and for the love of Mike, wear a CONDOM! Honestly, it's a piece of rubber. If I didn't want it to feel good when you did it I would have added spikes, or something.
So MIT has created a camera that can record one trillion frames per second. Below is a video they made which shows the propagation wave of a camera flash.
So Jennifer has been sick recently. And she’s been making some food requests.
In the past few days, I’ve made a chicken noodle soup and eggs benedict with smoked salmon.
Poached eggs aren’t as hard as they make it out to be. Neither was the hollandaise sauce.
The chicken soup was made with a great chicken broth, and then baby carrots, and crimini mushrooms.
It’s a bit of strong-arm tactics, but she’s making me into a better cook.
In my times at home over the six months I wasn’t working, I always knew what time it was.
You see in Emeryville, there is a Clif Bar factory, and they have a whistle/tone just like in “The Flintstones.” And it goes off at: 7:25, 7:30, 11:25, 11:30, 11:55, 12:00, 3:55, and 4:00.
Additionally somewhere there is a church somewhere nearby, and it has bells that go off at 8:00, 12:00, and 6:00.
However, it wasn’t until this past Friday that I discovered there is something definitely wrong with the church clock. At 8:00 in the morning it rings 18 times.
Now let’s think about that. That’s not two tolls for each hour. It’s also not off by 12 hours and ringing military time.
That’s all.
So last night at about this time, I was two-thirds through my latest tattoo session. And I knew it had been a long time, but I didn’t realize until I posted the picture on Facebook that it had been over a year since my last session. Unemployment really put a crimp in my plans.
This time I was in Davis. The artist who was working on me is taking over a shop. He’s wanted to open one since he stared tattooing, and this opportunity was unexpected, but is an offer he just can’t refuse. The owner is walking him through everything, mentoring him on how to run the business, and the hand-off will be official with the start of the new year.
So if you’re in the area, and need some modification, go check out Primary Concepts Tattoo in Davis. Phil has only been there for about two weeks, so his work isn’t up yet, but it will be soon.
But more about me…
This was one of my longer sessions we started close to 6:30, and were walking out the door about 10:15, so all told with breaks and such we did about 3 hours.
I find it is best if I'm talking to people when I’m getting the work done. It helps me compartmentalize the pain. So we talked about Phil taking over the shop, about his equipment, state regulations for shops and tattooists. And I told him about this video:
We’re wondering if it’s real after seeing others from the YouTube channel.
When I had first moved out to California in the 70s, two guys who became my best friends at the time were two other Chevron kids who had moved from Kentucky the same time we had.
They had a couple Bill Cosby LPs, and I got my first real introduction to that comedian beyond the Saturday morning cartoon. And one of the bits that he did was on Street Football.
It’s all about the planning stages that kids go through for playing football in the street. There are so many lines from that one that can stand alone. One of my favorites is:
“Okay now, Shorty, you’ll be the Coke bottle top.”
“I don’t wanna be the bottle cap, coach.”
“Okay, what do you wanna be?”
“I wanna be the piece of glass.”
But then this morning as I’m coming out of Emeryville, and getting on the freeway, I’m behind an AC Transit bus. I look at the designation and I see it’s the J bus.
“Cosby, you go down to 3rd street. Catch the J bus. Have them open the doors at 19th… I’ll fake it to you.”