This only applies to older engineers with HP calculators, though. The newer generations of engineers seem to use TI and Casio calculators, which may prove more helpful.
Long Strange Trip, Indeed
That Didn't Take
I don't think that little bit of propaganda did the 'rents much good, either on me or big sis. Somebody should ask for a refund.
Lawsuit As Absurdist Theatre
So, I’m minding my own business trying to get some work done (torque calculations on hydraulic motor and gearbox sets, if you must know) when J emailed me the news.
In any event, this is going to make for some fine absurdist theatre if it goes to trial. I’m betting it won’t get that far, though. In my opinion, aside from Kenneth… err, Dan’s lack of any real basis for the suit, both parties have (or should have) copious quantities of knowledge about the other party. Discovery could produce lots of dirt on both sides. Of course Viacom, et al. has more money and can afford more lawyers, so they can just drag it out until Dan croaks. He’s what, a hundred and twelve? Older than dirt? Anyhow, he’s about due, actuarially speaking.
Anyhow, as Dan once said, if a frog had side pockets, he’d carry a handgun. So take those words to heart and either avoid armed amphibians or learn from Gunga Dan’s eventual defeat and don’t make up bullshit to sue over.
RIP Robert Jordan
Robert Jordan has died. I express my heartfelt condolences to his friends and family. Unfortunately, he didn’t finish the final volume of the Wheel of Time first. So I, along with every other person reading the series, am sitting around going AAARRRGH! I mean, I only started reading the series during the Gulf War, so it’s not like I have any time invested or anything.
This is another reason why I am trying to not start any more series until the author is finished. Of course, finished is always debatable. I bet everybody thought Stephen Donaldson was finished when they got to the end of The Power That Preserves. HAHA! Another two trilogies (one still in progress) and you’re not done yet.
So I’m waiting on Steven Erikson and George R. R. Martin at the moment. I’ve pretty much given up on everybody else until the sequence is finished. Exceptions are made for series that don’t have a definite endpoint, but in general, I’m through waiting on authors. I don’t have time to go back and re-read the last volume after 2 years to figure out what’s going on. On that note, I am going to wait impatiently until the big brown truck drops off The Bonehunters tomorrow.
Old Gun Stuff
So the process continues of going through the things my sister has been sending me. She takes all the stuff from my Dad’s house she has no interest in and sends it to me. This is fine, because one of the things my sister has no interest in is old books. Yes, I know, I find it hard to believe she’s related to me, too.
When I say old books here I don’t mean books from 20 years ago, either. I have books published in 1893 and earlier in amongst all of the stuff she’s sending me. Some, obviously, are in better shape than others. What I’ve been doing with most of them is transferring it from the beat up cardboard it was shipped in and putting it in plastic bins and placing it in our climate-controlled storage area. Most of my books are already up there as part of the process to get YPS Manor ready for sale.
A select few items get to stay here in the house, though. One of the keepers is a catalog my great-uncle Clay Herbert kept, which was passed to me through the usual circuituous route things take. Uncle Clay died when I was very young. I remember him as the slightly scary old man who lived in my grandparents’ basement. He was always very nice, but also always frightened me a little. He was my grandmother’s uncle, and I now have a lot of his things. I confess some degree of puzzlement as to why, but that’s neither here nor there.
Anyhow, the catalog is from Colt’s Patent Fire Arms Mfg. Co. in
I also have the 1957 NRA Smallbore Competition rules, but those don’t strike me as being nearly as interesting as the Colt catalog. I may scan those as well, but it’s pretty dry reading. Anyhow, hopefully someone will get some use and enjoyment out of the pics. That way, when I start blegging for answers about WTF these revolvers I have are, somebody will be inclined to help me out.
Fred is running, Fred is running! I eagerly await the horrible YouTube video about Fred Thompson set to I’m Too Sexy. Or is it already out there? Surely, someone would have let me know about it if it did actually exist. I give two weeks at the outside before someone has made one. Links to the horror are appreciated, by the way.
I, of course, being tuned into the pulse of the nation knew beforehand because the Fred campaign sent J a sticker emblazoned Fred 08. This is why I feel free to refer to him by his first name only, like
On a more serious note, I have to say: meh. He’s a mix of the good and the bad. He needs to flesh out the policy positions a tad more substantively. Even if he does, there’s no guarantee he’ll stick to his stated positions once in office. We saw that with the current president. However, so far he’s still ahead of al the leading donk candidates. Even if they change their positions, the positions won’t get any better. Speaking of positions, I hear through the grapevine the positions on display last night at the debate blew. Not having watched the debate, I can only refer you to my source.
Either way it goes, I suppose we’ll be faced with the eternal question in the fall.
So, Desmond Tutu has been named the patron of National Braai Day in
In other barbecue news, over the holiday weekend, I tried smoking some corn while waiting for the ribs to finish. Take corn on the cob, peel the husks off, rub down with butter, salt, and pepper. Place in the smoker and turn about every 8-10 minutes so you get all sides of the corn nice and done. Total time was about 35-40 minutes. The corn came out pretty damn tasty. A nice hint of smoke and good sweetness from the fire, plus it was cooked through but not mushy. They looked like complete crap, because my drip pan ran out of water and started a spectacular grease fire. By the time I got that under control, some of the corn was a little black on the outside. I put the corn under the ribs, so some of the rib fat dripped down on the corn as well. A little bit of pork fat never hurts, right? Some things are quite simple to prepare and this appears to be one of them.