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State of the Union Address 0

I’ll read about it tomorrow. That’s what newspapers are for.

In the meantime, I wish for the end of inane acronyms like POTUS and FLOTUS and SOTU.

A pox on the reporters and bloggers who think such constructions are cutesy-wutesy. They should STFU.

In other news, the snow in the street is up to the level of the top of the curb, indicating that five or six inches have already fallen, and it looks to keep up all night. Looks like a snow day tomorrow. See some pictures here.

One of the nice things about where I live is that I won’t have to shovel snow!

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Stray Thought 0

I have always considered “Cornhole” to be a most unfortunate name for a game.

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It’s the Best Catch There Is 0

What Chauncey Devega said.

Right-wingers say mean, nasty, (and, unlike in this case) false and perfidious things all day, every day. Rather than apologize, they do it again, harder, harder. It’s how they roll.

Why settle for one standard, when you can have two?

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“The Desolation of Smaug” 0

We went to see The Hobbit, Part 2, last weekend.

It is hardly canonical; in turning one slim book into three fat movies, Peter Jackson dumped a lot of stuff into the film that is not in the original. With one exception (an implied romance between an elf and dwarf? I think not!), it is in the spirit, if not the letter, of Tolkien.

If you are looking for a faithful adaptation of the book, don’t bother seeing the film. If you want a fun three-hour non-stop ride, see it today.

And the scenes of the New Zealand countryside make you want to book an airline ticket to the southern hemisphere as soon as you leave the theatre.

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Surrounded by Christmas 0

In case you wondered what it is like to be overwhelmed by Christmas–not in “to do list” terms, but in cultural terms, to be an outsider–the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel’s Avrum Link can explain it to you.

I urge you to read it.

Afterthought:

We have been listening to Christmas music, not every day, but a lot on weekends; we prefer internet streams that feature traditional stuff, such as Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, Rosemary Clooney, Burl Ives, and the like, the stuff we listened to as kids.

As I listened to a recording of Bing Crosby singing the Lord’s prayer, particularly the bit about

Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive the trespasses of others

I found myself thinking of those who mindlessly mouth those words every Sunday, then leave their churches and spend the rest of the week forgiving no one.

Do they ever wonder whether their prayer will be answered, that they will be forgiven in the same manner as they forgive others?

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Moldy Oldies 0

When I was a young ‘un, back in the olden days, one never heard of buildings having mold problems that made persons ill.

Now, mold is closing schools and forcing folks to leave their homes.

I’m puzzled. What’s different?

Were mold infestations not recognized back then in those Dark Ages, are effete modern persons more susceptible to the effects of mold, has mold mutated into a more vicious form (even though we know that evolution is only a theory because Genesis), or do “climate control” systems that result in windows’ being closed year round make buildings or the persons in them more susceptible to infection?

There is a reason.

Inquiring minds want to know.

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Cable News 0

No, not that cable news.

Friday, I ran out of windshield washer fluid in my truck. When I pulled on the hood release to refill the reservoir, there was a “clunk” and the hood did not. Release, that is.

Yesterday morning, we took the vehicle to my mechanic, who has taken excellent care of it since I moved to these parts. He fixes what’s broke, doesn’t fix what’s not broke, and stands behind his work. He doesn’t just replace; he repairs.

He warned us that, if a part were needed, it might have to come from a dealer and, because the repair is so infrequent, the part might not be in stock. I was prepared for him to have the vehicle for a couple of days, if necessary (I certainly did not want to drive it without being able to open the hood).

We dropped it off and had barely been back long enough for me to squeeze off a couple of drive-by blog posts when the mechanic called.

Fixed.

Once he got the hood open, he determined that nothing was broken; he lubricated the cable, and the release worked just fine.

When I asked him how much (I don’t mind paying for knowledge and expertise) he said, “No charge. It was barely in the bay for 10 minutes.”

I can recommend Bucky’s on Witchduck Road half a mile south of Independence most whole-heartedly. Bucky’s is competent, honest, and thorough.

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Cycles 0

I’ve seen many abusive relationships in my time.

There are far more of them than most persons imagine.

This news item just screams “abusive relationship.”

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Itching Powder 2

This has been building for some time.

[RANT MODE ON]

What most annoys me about my fellow lefties are the purists–the folks who, if you don’t fight to the death for every jot and tittle of whatever their pet causes may be, turn their backs on you and desert the fight. These are the folks who vote for glibertarians as “protest votes,” because “the two parties are ‘indistinguishable.'”

They are, ultimately, deserters with temper-tantrums.

Do they still think that, if Al Gore had won in 2000, nothing would have been different?

Are they really so clueless?

Purists don’t get stuff done, even as they equate failure with virtue. They remind me of the “student radicals” of my youth, who used to fantasize about American “workers and peasants” uniting, without realizing that the workers hated them (remember the “hard hats“?) and the peasants did not think of themselves as “peasants.”

Purists need to realize that there is a real world–an untidy, un-pretty, sloppy real world–and live in it.

I’m probably about as leftie as you can get and, were I a purist, I would not vote for most of the candidates that I have voted for the past few years. But, honest to Pete, I live in Virginia. I have to take what I can get. And I do so quite happily, because I try to live in the real world.

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“Looking for a Mystery” 0

As my two or three regular readers, as well as my occasional listeners at HPR, know, I am a mystery buff.

I recently stumbled over a great site about mystery stories. If you are also a mystery buff, you must visit “Looking for a Mystery.”

I was led there by ManyBooks.net, a most excellent site for free ebooks.

I discovered it looking for mystery ebooks to read on my Zareason tablet, which does indeed absolutely rock. If you are interested in a tablet, but don’t want to sell your soul to Apple or your cellphone company, check out the ZaTab. It’s Android, so you still sell part of your soul to Google, but you can keep the rest.

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Put Down that Cell Phone and Back Away. Keep Your Hands Where I Can See Them. 0

Reg Henry counsels selfie-restraint. A nugget:

Full disclosure on selfies: While I have not taken a photograph of myself on a cellphone, being sufficiently quaint to think that their main purpose is to make calls, the younger me did squeeze into those little photography booths provided in malls for boys and girls to take a strip of photos of themselves while making funny faces.

But that wasn’t about the photography or the egotism; it was about the squeezing. Not the same thing at all.

Do read the rest.

On the rare times that I see myself in a web cam, cell phone, or tablet pointed at my face, I think, “What a stupid looking pose. Don’t. Just don’t.”

And I listen to me.

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Stray Thought 0

It’s amazing how much neat stuff you can get done when you don’t waste your weekend watching football games to see 11 minutes of action per three hours viewing time.

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JFK 4

Fifty years ago today at about this time, I was in last-period gym class showering up and rushing to make the school bus. Some of the kids had heard a rumor that something had happened to President Kennedy.

As we were immature white students in a segregated school system in the Jim Crow South, we had little love or respect for that n****r lovin’ Yankee, so joking was taking place.

Then Coach Young, he of the piercing light-blue eyes who could see right through you (who also gave me my first baseball glove years earlier, as he and my father were friends) came into the locker room. His look stilled the room . . . .

I remember watching the funeral and the cortège on television.

I’m not sure, but I think school was closed for a couple of days.

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Cross the CBBT with Me 0

This weekend, I went to Philadelphia to visit kids.

For grins and giggles, I slapped my dash cam into place and recorded the rides across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel.

It’s not great cinematography by any means. It’s completely unedited; the camera has a wide-angle lens, so there’s a fisheye effect; and there’s no narration. Nevertheless, if you haven’t crossed the bay on the CBBT, you might enjoy it.

There are three hi-def segments in *.mov format. Because of the hi-def, the files are quite large and may take a while to download:

Northbound Segment One: from the entrance to the south island, where I stopped for breakfast because of the great country ham and the surprisingly reasonable prices (approx. 327MB).

Northbound Segment Two: from the south island to Wise Point (approx. 811MB).

Southbound: Wise Point to Virginia Beach (approx. 1GB).

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Great Barrier Riff 0

Last night I watched an episode of Peter Gunn (when I was good, my parents would let me stay up late enough to watch it first-run), which leads me to wonder:

Why is it that, when I was a young ‘un, television shows could tell a complex, nuanced, suspenseful story in half an hour, when today they can’t do it in a season.

Plus it’s got the best theme song ever written.

Grumpity-grump-grump.

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Stray Question 0

How do you teach a cat to cover its nose when it sneezes?

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Stray Question 0

How can the phrases “Jonas Brothers” and “creative differences” coexist in the same news story?

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Stray Thought 0

There is no up-side for singers who try to “stylize” the U. S. National Anthem at sporting events. At best, it’s not so good; at worst, it’s horrifying.

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My Cheese Steak Search Is Over 0

If you see the words “Philadelphia Cheese Steak” on a menu in these parts, whatever you get is likely an abominable and detestable crime against nature.

I’ve finally found an exception–a place that knows that putting steak and cheese in a bun does not magically morph them into a “Philly Cheese Steak,” that cheese steaks do not include chunks of chuck, portions of peppers, tablespoons of tomatoes, or, for Pete’s sake, mounds of (shudder) mayonnaise.

Elias Cafe at Aragona and the Boulevard just a few blocks west of Pembroke makes as good a cheese steak as I ever had at the Deerhead (where the Deerhead double with everything is the cat’s meow and the bee’s knees).

Try it.

They also throw a good breakfast, a great Greek salad, and gorgeous gyros.

Afterthought:

My friend was irritated by my habit of interrogating wait staff about their so-called “cheese steaks” on their menus.

Then she had a cheese steak at Elias Cafe.

She still may not approve, but now she understands . . . .

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Stray Thought 0

Every time I must pull (or, more commonly, find a cutting implement to remove) a seal from some simple household product, I damn the Tylenol killer anew.

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