I hope and hope and hope that this isn’t real. ((check out rationalwiki for a definition of Poe’s Law and you’ll understand my reference. Perhaps this should be now “Bay’s Law” when it’s related to movies?)) I’m afraid it is, though. What’s next, “Snakes on a Glacier IN SPACE”?
Author: Bill Ruhsam
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Margarita Recipe
My easy as pie Margaritas. This recipe is fast and tasty. I highly recommend it.
- Get a pitcher. Fill it 2/3 with ice
- Make some simple sugar. One cup sugar mixed with one cup water, boil on stove
- Pour simple sugar (still hot) into pitcher
- Add one bottle of Real Lime lime juice
- Add nine oz. of liquor: 6 oz. of tequila and 3 oz of triple sec
- Stir, pour over ice, drink
Total time to produce: 5 minutes
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Lazy Butt
Yesterday I did…almost nothing. I have a yard that is looking like the final scenes from A Little Shop of Horrors and the inside of my house is begging for some TLC. My podcast is sitting there, daring me to record ((I actually have a couple episodes, I just need to sit down and do the recording and editing)) and there’s a set of other things that are on the list of things to be done that I could get to. Instead, I sat on my butt.
And it was wonderful.
My weekdays end up being busy and time-crunched because of the 1.75 to 2.25 hours a day I sit in my car on the way to or from work. Taken with the 9 hours I’m at work ((including lunch)) plus the 8 hours I like to sleep, that doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for other things. Five hours to be precise, including the wake-up-shower-shave-dress-go period in the morning. During the weekdays, I usually stuff at least a couple workouts into those 5 hours and then I get home and [thud]. “I’ll take care of it Saturday”.
Or not.
We have some idea of putting the house on the market soon. We should be putting some effort into incrementally improving the look and feel of things around. One good place to start would be the forest of poison ivy that apparently is growing up around Psyche’s grave. I itched for two weeks after we brought her home from the vet.
Instead I stuck my butt on the couch and read some books. I call that a win.
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Gumball Wars
Discovered at SFSignal
Gumball Wars from Scott Thierauf on Vimeo.
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Photo of A Few Months Ago
I saw this truck on a walking trip a few months ago. I thought it was pretty cool. Yes, I photoshopped the heck out of it.
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Yes, Virginia, There is an Antivax Conspiracy
Mentioned by the Bad Astronomer:
Jamie Bernstein was kicked out of the Autism One conference in Austin, Texas because, well, the Antivaxers are a tad nuts.
A police officer walked up to Ken and me and said, “Are you aware that you have been asked to leave?” We both replied that no one had previously mentioned kicking us out, but that we would cooperate and go if they wanted us to. From our point of view, it seemed like Teri must have told the police that she had asked us to leave and we refused. This never happened, though.
At this point, Teri said she wanted my camera film… which is kind of a strange thing to ask since this is 2011 and most cameras don’t use film anymore. I told her I didn’t have film, but would be happy to delete the pictures I took. The police officer said that would be fine, but Teri would have none of it. With a shaking voice, she snapped “No, I demand the film!” I said (again) I didn’t have any film, it being a digital camera and all, but took my camera out and erased the two pictures that were on there. She seemed unhappy with this result, but was unable to overturn the police decision.
I’ll say that she should not have volunteered to delete the photos. The only authority the security (or the police) had was to ask her to leave. I’m also troubled by her excessive cooperation as illustrated here:
At this point, Teri and a police officer took Ken aside and I was questioned by the remaining Lombard police officers. They took down all my personal information and kept asking me paranoid questions like “Are you a journalist?” “Do you work for a magazine?” and “Who sent you here?” I answered all questions truthfully, though they weren’t happy with the answers. They seemed convinced I was some big-shot reporter for a magazine and kept harping on that point as I continued to deny such a thing. I kept asking the police if I was in trouble or if I’d done something wrong. They told me I wasn’t in trouble but that they just had to take down my information.
She was under no obligation to answer any of those questions and I submit that the police were invading her privacy. If the conference organizers chose to kick her out, for whatever reason, that is of course their privilege, but the police had absolutely no right to interrogate her or her companion.
By all means, leave quietly and with good cheer if you are asked to leave by a conference organizer, but do not surrender your rights while doing so!
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Jungle Gym Fantasticness!
We were at Underwood Hills Park last Saturday to celebrate Kelly and Gabe’s wedding ((long overdue. They got married last August)). We discovered this rockin’ awesome jungle gym contraption.
The web of ropes is fixed in such a fashion as to have several layers of “cells” between the outside and the inside. The inside, to my disappointment, was not a true buckyball, but had the same hexagon/pentagon arrangement.
Of course we had to climb on it.
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Evil Eyebrow: Now with MORE EVIL
I’m bowing to the inevitable.
Nay, not the inevitable, the apparently inexorable.
Facebook is Juggernaut, and for now it’s where the expletive deleted happens. So, I’ve installed Wordbooker on my WordPress blog. That means that every posting will also post to my Facebook Wall. No longer will I have to go over to Facebook to alert all you poor saps who only play on Facebook that something interesting is happening over here.
I will refrain from tweeting about the new postings, but that means that anybody who only follows me on twitter won’t know. Alas, I will deal with the bereavement of my followers in that respect.
So, watch out! Here comes the Evil Eyebrow to Facebook. Now with 1000% more evil. ((This is in the nature of a test post. If it shows up on FB, great! Otherwise, I’ll have to figure out what went wrong))
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On Training, Running, and Sunglasses
I started training again. I’d been sidelined for a while due to a pulled muscle. I went through physical therapy and did the exercises I was supposed to do for injury recovery, but other than that I basically sat on my butt for a couple months. My waistline and weight started to inform me that it was time to get back to it, so I did.
I’m back at the gym, doing “early season” ((it’s the beginning of my season, so I call it early)) weight training plus as much core work as I can comfortably stand. I’ve started upping, slowly, my running amount to avoid any more calf strains and just finished my first “real” run since the injury. It was outside, 3.3 miles in 90 degree heat. Ack.
Normally, I ease in to the Georgia summers by running at lunch through the spring and into the heat. Not this time. My first noontime run and…ugh. I’m sure I’ll be fine next week, but this one really sucked.
Which brings me to today’s interesting observation. To preface that observation, I’ll note that I don’t like to wear sunglasses when I run. They get sweat running on them and dig into my ears and generally just annoy me. However, I run in the high sun a lot, which means I need something to keep from having a permanent squint all the time. Therefore I wear a visor which I keep pulled down pretty low. The visor serves two purposes: It keeps the sun out of my eyes; it keeps the sweat out my eyes, too.
Today, however, I really could have used some sunglasses. I was running along my normal work route which is mostly sidewalk. There used to be a section without sidewalk so I’d run on the road, however they’ve installed brand new concrete to fill in the gaps in the sidewalk. Yay! That makes me happy! Except that the brand new concrete is uniformly white as opposed to the dimly off-taupe of the older sidewalk sections. As I started running across the new sidewalk and the sun blazed down upon it, reflecting its cruel rays, I cried out, “Oh my eyes! Stop the madness” while flailing about and blood seeped from my tear ducts ((ok, not really, but it was really bright)).
In some cases, I will wear sunglasses, yes.