If you take one lesson from this essay, make it this: Socialism means no toilet paper.
An excellent little essay. All my leftist friends should read it. I know a couple of artists that should read it…
But, as the previous post says, nobody reads this blog.
I started this blog just as part of an effort to learn more about how the internet works. I wanted to see if I could develop any marketable skills too. (To an extent this worked out. I’m 54. It is amazing the number of people my age that know nothing of the ways of the internet.) I’ve used what I’ve learned here in a few different employment gigs. I’ve also used what I’ve learned here to use as a hammer in a couple of other employment gigs. (I can’t stand it when someone says that it will take a while to change the “address or phone number.” When I say just give me the password, I’ll take care of it right now, it gets attention.
Over the years I’ve touched on kitchen design as a topic. (I do still hope to someday turn this URL into a business for residential kitchen remodeling.) But I think it is kinda mean to pick on others ill advised design decisions. You never know who made the decision, the kitchen designer or the client. My standard line to people was, “I’ll gladly sell you an ugly kitchen, just don’t expect to see it on my web site.”
I’ve also, since I worked in the industry, touched on higher education. The Deuce graduates from high school this spring. So next fall I’ll have two college students in the family (the Ace is a junior in college). I think I’ll pick some of that back up. There is craziness going on at college campuses right now. But then the left is always crazy. I worry about the Deuce. I don’t want to see him get caught up in some Kafkaesque moment with the Voluntary Auxiliary Thought Police and the Social Justice Warriors that inhabit most campuses.
I’ll also touch on some kitchen design since I’m back in the business. I’m working for a Euro line now. I have the best showroom in all of Texas to work from. When I had my own place I often felt like some busker singing a cappella on the street corner. With my current gig, I feel like I’m one of the three tenors with a full orchestra behind me. It is a complete joy to be in the showroom these days. What I’ll make a lukewarm promise is to show you how to use SketchUp and Festool to make a beautiful kitchen for yourself.
Oh, I’ll still post stupid shit too. I’ll never leave that behind. I will also do my best to have a little more courage on my postings. I’ve held back for fear of offending friends and relatives that know about this blog. I’m pretty convinced now that nobody reads the thing, so it’s time to get offensive.
Life’s Rich Pageant: Meet a Florida Man.
Guy got his dick stuck in a compound bow. He wasn’t even drinking at the time. And no, he’s not even a pervert.
The article also points us to the twitter account of Florida Man. There is some good stuff there.
But I’m probably on the wrong side of the lines in WWT:
A little risque for this blog, but so what…
The kids are old enough…
I have no idea where I found that cartoon.
Why was I not surprised to see that one of the first “electrosensitives” to move to Green Bank, WV looks like this?
Electrosensitives are related to Chemicalsensitives.
Big surprise, eh?
It is the only state I’ve been to where the guy working the joint will pump your gas, flip your burger, pull you another draft, and get you a dozen nightcrawlers all without washing his hands.
They’re probably drinking a lot up there this week, given that football game last Sunday.
Yesterday, January 20, 2015, was the 40th anniversary of the release of Bob Dylan’s “Blood on the Tracks.”
Just in case you are keeping track…
This is a good time to bring up the story of my kids starting to listen to Dylan. We were in the car about 5 years ago. “Tangled Up In Blue” was playing on the radio. I told the kids that the song was about 35 years old and that I could listen to it every day. They both agreed it was a good song. We then had a nice discussion about what they were currently listening to. They didn’t think much of what was popular had staying power. They both had a suggestion or two, but I couldn’t begin to tell you what the songs were.
From that conversation my daughter really became a Dylan fan. She now has his entire catalog on her ipod.
Yeah, she and I are both “old school” ipod users.
It really did disappoint me that Apple pulled that product with no warning.
Expert: Invitation to Child’s Party Not Enforceable – Lowering the Bar.
The five year old didn’t show up to a birthday party. He has been billed a no show fee.
I don’t think it necessary to comment further.
This is one of his best:
Those are some fine instructions on how to use your computer.