Monday, September 29, 2014

"The sharks look hungry..."

So it has been decided to trade in the Drangmobile on a new, smaller car for Mrs. Drang to use in the commute.

Yesterday we went out to look at the selected models, the plan being to tell any salespeople "Just looking today" with various and sundry reasons why we weren't buying.

You see where this is going, right?

Turn out that shopping for a car at the end of the month, at the beginning of a new model year, apparently leads to the sales people begging their manager "I know we're getting screwed, but a sale is a sale", and smokin' deals on last years lightly used demo/courtesy model, identical to this years model you test drove.

As in, the absurd offer you made to get them to shut up is accepted.

Oh, and you remember how, in my post The Clue Meter: At The Fair I mentioned
Looked at a Ford Fiesta, and somehow resisted asking the rep if it came with a zebra head and a certificate for an amphibious landing.
It doesn't, but it is the same color. Zombie Apocalypse Green.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Lynching of Disbelief

So, dinner being done Mrs. Drang took over the remote control and turned on... something.

Which was followed by something called Madam Secretary, about a female Secretary of State.

This being prime time broadcast television on a major network, you have to know that the inspiration had nothing to do with Condaleeza Rice.

Or ay respect the network or production company have for the audience's intelligence. 

Apparently, Keith Carradine is the president, which is a good sign.


So, there's this scene in which the President and the SecState and... somebody (National Security Adviser?) are discussing some untenable situation in Yemen, during which it is revealed that she used to be "with" the Central Intelligence Agency, and the President refuses to close the embassey, or send in the Marines, or beef up the Embassy Security Detail, and then tells the Secretary "It's your problem."

And as he walks away, she asks "the other guy" "What does he mean when he says it's my problem?"


 But we know she's a Powerful Woman because in the next scene she buffaloes some Congressmen into letting her Play Through on the golf course.

And then, in a staff meeting, rather than the imminent terrorist attack on the embassy, her minions are discussing some antics her daughter got up to in college.  The main issue being, no one knew she had a daughter.

The Secretary. Of. State.

Obviously she should have stayed at Langley.

Anyway, that's when I decided it was time to go in the other room and play Cradle of Rome II on the desktop, because, as the old book review said, I am willing to suspend my sense of disbelief, but I am not willing to hang it by the neck until it is dead, dead, dead.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

That moment when...

... you don't know whether to object to the assumption that you're old enough for the Senior Discount, or to take the savings...

Friday, September 26, 2014

Well isn't this special?

Police: Woman beheaded at Oklahoma food distribution center |

And doesn't this line come as a shock: (The suspect) "had recently been trying to convert coworkers to Islam..."

Am well aware of the fact that "Not all Muslims are terrorists", or even goat-humping stone-age neo-barbarians who long for the establishment of Shariah law.

But it gets harder and harder to ignore the fact that one hears of pretty much no Muslims standing up and yelling "Stop!"

In the meantime, I do not leave the house unarmed if I can avoid it. 

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Perspective, gained

It's been a very frustrating week.  Numerous irritations, aggravations, and minor disasters, professional and personal, all seemed to happen more or less at once. Noe of which I am going to blog about directly, but...

Having arranged to take today off to deal with some of the personal disasters, I sat down to eat my lunch with one of my assistants. We started discussing one of the on-the-job pains, and he was telling me about how one of his peers was trying to get another one to swap new assignments with her. After explaining the (already known to me) reasons such a swap would not be approved (all or most of which she knows very well) he added "I have to say that I'm just as glad, since she's going out in a month or so for her... surgery..."

"Told you all about it, huh?"


"Me, too. Wanted to tell her I didn't want to hear about it, but it didn't seem like the right thing to do.  Let her talk it out."

Yes, I know now far more than I ever wanted to about breast reconstructive surgery, how they do it, where they get the tissue...

"Just about everyone in her family has died of cancer, you know.  That's why, when they found the first lump, she went for the radical instead of messing around."

"Didn't know that, but it makes sense."  After a moment, he said "Y'know, there's this guy my wife works with, I want to kick his ass. He's got the same form of cancer she has" (I knew she had been ill, didn't realize it was cancer) and he keeps 'sharing' with her. 'They tried that treatment, it was only in remission for three years.' 'They tried that treatment, it didn't work.' They tried this other treatment, the side effects were horrible.' Every time she sees him he has to 'share'. He may think he's helping, but he's not."

"What an idiot, besides not being supportive, differant people respond to different treatments differently."

And I thought to myself, You know, Self, we have a thousand and one problems, but not a one is likely to kill us or someone we love.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Today's entry in The Annals of Authoritarianism (Updated)

The Breathtaking Hypocrisy of Gun Control

Semantics triggers opposition to I-594’s gun-sale checks | Local News | The Seattle Times

Because for us to say that, where Ballot Initiative 594 says 
‘Transfer’ means the intended delivery of a firearm to another person without consideration of payment or promise of payment including, but not limited to, gifts and loans
that it really means "selling a gun over the internet."

Amazing, not only do the 1%'ers supporting this crap think only people who can afford to hire private security should have guns to defend them, but they also think we're stupid.

Monday, September 22, 2014


Our tomatoes are finally getting ripe.
Not sure we'll have enough for sauce, salsa here we come!

EDIT: No doubt, if I was a bigger frog in the Blogosphere, someone would have piped up by now to point out that "salsa" means sauce.