Speaking of the good father, Joe, you should also mention that his supplemental weekly quizzes were on a twelve-point scale, allowing for easily-scored one-, two-, three-, four-, six-, or twelve-question variants.
And, in my defense, I should add that I specified the HP35s, which HP still sells.
The upmanship continues! The Volgi missed the mark as I was too young to have the HP-35. I do, however, own the HP-28S and the HP-48S. Maybe I’ll loan each out to my fellow Gormogons so they can work out the new scoring system to be used at the Olympics (believe it or not, I’m citing a NY Times story…hopefully, it’s accurate). I’ll just slide some beads on the abacus pictured. Apparently, even the Olympics suffers from grade-inflation. This won’t deter me from watching as previously posted. So, they need to go to 14 or 17 points? If or when I become a teacher, my grading system will adopt the grading system used by my high school AP math teacher, Fr. John Woodward, S.J. This learned man used a 60-point grading system. That might seem odd, but realize that 60 has one of highest number of factors for any number under 100, allowing for easy scoring of questions ranging from 2 to 30 points each with many variations in between.
Will someone please explain to me how this is not typecasting? Have you no shame, Mr. Tarantino?
This is as weak as casting Tom Cruise as an out of control, wacky member of cult attempting to pass itself off as a religion. That’s right, I’m talking about you, Scientologists. And you, too, Xenu.
Again, whoever’s minding Ms. Spears these days needs to be beaten for even having her mentioned in the same sentence with “killer lesbian stripper.” I mean, isn’t this where Ms. Spears clearly seems to be destined anyway? Why hasten the inevitable transformation?
And special thanks to GorT and his mad skills with all things electronic for the age progression of Britney Spears posted to the left here.
Not for nothing, but Ms. Spears is going to age into someone who looks an awful lot like another lesbian serial killer.
While this is an awful, apparently nationwide problem threatening to further unravel some of the most disorderly communities in America to the terrible detriment of the vulnerable and law-abiding, when we see that this story takes as its basis fair Baltimore, as Washingtonians we have to say, of course it does.
Please note the incredible fact that the City of Baltimore has its own witness-protection program.
Well, sounds like the FBI’s got some very convincing circumstantial evidence, but the fact the guy seems to have been a literally raving loon cuts both ways. On the one hand, perhaps he’d have had an insane motive for the murders, on the other, his suicide is much less likely the implicit confession of guilt it seemed at first and merely the final, self-destructive act of a deteriorating personality.
Still the UNSCOM’s guy’s question remains: if it was this super-sophisticated weaponized anthrax, where did it come from? If Ivins was the murderer, where did he get it? Did the CIA steal some from Russia to evaluate? It’d be nice to think they’re that competent, these days.
Fulfilling a promise made earlier, and sticking with GorT’s vacation travel theme, I propose that the single cruddiest stretch of “interstate” in the Northeast is I-476, the Northeast Extension of the Pennsylvania Turnpike.
The fine civil engineers who developed this thoroughfare clearly put in plenty of time figuring out how to produce the most white-knuckled, anger inducing driving experience ever. And you get to pay $5.75 for the privilege.
Starting in the strip-mined highlands of the greater Scranton/Wilkes-Barre Metropolitan Area and hurtling downhill to Filthydelphia, this road has earned my everlasting enmity. It’s four lanes (two each north and south bound) separated by a never-ending jersey barrier in lieu of a median or left shoulder (or breakdown lane for the Massholes among us (you know who you are)), leaving no margin for error. Toss in mountain terrain, 20 or so miles between exits, 2 rest areas for the entire 111 mile stretch, a mile long tunnel and approximately 5 gajillionFilthydelphians driving bumper-to-bumper at Mach 2. Don’t forget to toss the whiny kids in the back seat, and you’re in for a fun-filled day!
The only good part of this nasty road is that one gets to verify the truth of the old adage about Pennsyltucky: Pittsburgh in the West, Philly in the East and Alabama in the Middle.
You put three guys together on a blog and there is some desire to “one up” each other. So, I’m going to submit the following as trumping the Volgi’s “post on Delusional Idiocy of the Week.
According to Sen. Obama, if we all inflated our tires properly, we’d save more oil than what we could produce from offshore drilling. While I’m paraphrasing that because the Senator decided to be sophomoric and made a quip about McCain insinuating to drill where Sen. McCain was standing, it is what the Senator and the lap-dog media outlets have communicated over the last day or so.
Really? All we have to do is inflate our tires? Hmmm, well my tires are inflated. My wife’s tires are inflated. My parents’ cars’ tires are inflated. Oh, but one might suggest not inflated enough? Nope. I checked. My tires are inflated to the proper PSI as shown on the tire. I checked my wife’s car (we’re getting ready for a vacation with a 600-mile drive) and we’re good there too. I would submit that someone is making an estimate (and probably not one based on any statistical merit) that some percentage of American’s are driving with poor tire pressure. Maybe I’ll get motivated enough to do so, and check all the tires in my office’s parking lot (that’s over 100 cars). I’d wager that the percentage of people with ill-inflated tires is pretty small. Trust me, I’m not against proper inflation and good conservation practices, but these do not make a good energy policy worth touting.
So, setting good science practices aside (much like we have to do while listening to Big Environment on the Global Warming deal), let’s buy into this for a minute. So, the next logical question to the 143-day-experienced junior senator from Illinois should be, “How does that help American become energy independent?”
You see that space just before the “You” at the beginning of this sentence and the quotation mark at the end of the last one? That’s his answer. Nothing. Zip. Instead, he’s off touting that it would take 7-10 years to get oil from offshore drilling and that it wouldn’t affect prices that much. Wrong. Economists have said that even the dialog about opening up offshore drilling has contributed to the recent $20+ slide in the price of oil per barrel. What the Senator from Illinois is doing is a nice debate trick of obscuring the issue. Gas prices are driven by oil speculators (and taxes) and if they perceive that the U.S. will increase domestic production in the future (hint, hint, speculators look at the future, not the present), then they will get out while their position is still good.
To really evaluate both candidates on this issue, it comes down to the question of “should we do something now to become more energy independent or not?”
It appears nature, red in tooth and claw, has again thrown a kink into the belief system of those who think that man and nature can peacefully coexist. Glenn Reynolds at Instapundit has noted the accelerating trend of predators becoming more brazen as their familiarity with man increases. See here and here, for example.
In the latest instance, a mountain lion entered a Colorado couple’s bedroom while they were sleeping and made a meal out of the couple’s 12 year old Labrador retriever, Scout. Apparently Scout did not live up to the vigilance his name implies. Mr. Darwin, call your service.
The phenomenon of folks moving into animals’ habitats, then being surprised that animals act like, well, animals, is not new. I think people who move to bear country who are surprised when Yogi and Boo Boo want to treat their trashcans like Ranger Smith’s picnic baskets are well meaning ignoramuses. They’re kin to those who move next to a cattle farm for the tranquillity, then moan that the flies and odors are bothersome. Or the geniuses who are shocked that their multimillion dollar McMansions with a stunning view of the 7th tee attract golf balls.
People, there’s a reason our forebears tried to wipe out large predators (and in large measure succeeded) like wolves, cougars/mountain lions, grizzlies and Demi Moore. These predators and man cannot peacefully coexist, particularly once the predators start to associate man with food. State and federal officials should cease reintroduction programs on predators, and allow aggressive management of predators through hunting and relocation, where possible.
Or, we could all just move to the cities (except Chicago and NYC) and watch nature as God intended. On NatGeo from our sofas.
And a freebie for the pictured Ms. Gibson. Check out her delightfully titled book on Amazon, if you’re a wannbe cougar. Or wanna be with a wannabe cougar.
Ok, I don’t read Slate outside of Hitchens much because, well, I’m not a pseudo-intellectual poseur. But this article was brought to my attention in which some jackass argues that mentioning Barack Obama’s thin build is crypto-bigotry. What genius detective work in uncovering that racist code! I mean, we’ve all heard backwoods southern cops commenting with dripping scorn about “that buncha skinnies on the corner.” And the Klan’s just constantly talking about “uppity skinnies.” His evidence that skinniness has always been a salient, virulent metonym for blackness in America? Some dialogue from a 1975 anti-racist episode of Happy Days. A searing indictment of Jim Crow in, uh, Milwaukee! Next week: “Homophobic subtexts in the depiction of ‘The Bicycle Man,’ a so-called “Very Special” two-part episode of Diff’rent Strokes. For God’s sake, take a deep breath and back away from the Macbook, you idiot.
I guess this is a sign of racial progress that genuine, naked bigotry is so rare that this sort of cabbalistic discernment of triple-secret crypto-bigotry is somehow deemed credible. A black man in America between, say, 1700 and 1950 would never have believed that this was the alleged invective hurled at his people. “Oh, he called him ‘skinny?’ Must be a lynching afoot.” This is idiotic white-guilt-upsmanship with one white guy trying to attack another white person for being a bigot, using Barack Obama—United States Senator, front-runner to be the next President of the United States—as a helpless, voiceless mascot who needs some webzine hipster to ride to his rescue to save him from the cross-burning hordes at the Wall Street Journal. Could this be any more absurd? Or condescending to black Americans? Notice to white people: next time you want to be an anti-racist crusader, ask a damn black person if you’re just smoking a big ol’ crack pipe of your own self-righteousness.
And as far as Obama’s being skinny? No freaking kidding. His father was a Luo. Luos are a Western Nilotic people. In general, Nilotic peoples are…well, let me drop a little science on y’all:
“…Nilotes…are markedly more restricted and dominated by extreme somatotypes than the distribution of the nationality samples.…The Nilotes are strikingly endomorphic, with many extreme ectomorphs.” Somatotyping-development and Applications: Development and Applications, J. E. Lindsay Carter, Barbara Honeyman Heath, Cambridge University Press, 1990, p. 91.
Let me translate and apply to the present case: Half of Obama’s genes come from some of the skinniest people on Earth. Now, Luo aren’t quite as tall and thin as Manute Bol’s Dinkas or the Maasai. But, so? He’s skinny! End of damn story.