TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Sunday, June 05, 2011
Overheard in the Hotel
One of The Co-Conspiritors related this story from yesterday morning...
When CC1 came down to the lobby at 10:30am, a girl strode into the elevator he'd just vacated, moving with stride and purpose...
She was well dressed- high heels, long straight wet hair, sunglasses...
As CC1 was head toward the door, he heard her yell to the front desk clerk:
"Hey! What floor is room 302 on?"
CC1 just shook his head.
Interestingly, the CCs started to leave but one forgot some needed item and they returned to the hotel just a minute or two after departing...
302 Girl was coming out the front door. She jumped in a waiting taxi and took off.
Needless to say, 302 and her Quickie was the topic of much speculation that day...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Rough Days
[Whine Mode=ON]
Bitch bitch bitch... It's all I ever do.
Blee recently told me I was becoming a Bitter Old Man.
(And as of yesterday, just another candle closer, and thanks to all y'all who sent birthday wishes.)
But, the bitching... I haz it.
In my defense, I have good reason... Let me shares it wif you.
Let's start on on the morning of June 3 and carry it through last night.
June 3 - Buffalo NY
12:30am Arrive back at the hotel after a looooong day in the arena.
-5 hours of restless sleep later-
6:30am - Get lazy ass out of the snug bed at the Hampton Inn.
- Pack - Shower - Shave - Etc
7:30am - Check out of Hotel - Head to HSBC Arena
8:00am - Work Work Work
-Whip cracking and threats of bodily harm to all and sundry regarding the 3:00pm airport departure schedule.
3:30pm - Drag co-conspirators, kicking and screaming, to BUF, to board our collective flights to our nextvictim location.
4:00p - 4:45p - Check in and clear TSA screening. Surprisingly smooth. The TSA groper used plenty of lube this time.
5:00p - Drink Drink Drink at bar near gate 23.
6:55p - Head to Gate, beg/cajole/plead for exit row or bulkhead. Good: Seat A1 Bad: Aircraft is a GauchoJet RJ140 - a/k/a the toothpaste tube with wings.
Even that seat is cramped and narrow in the RJ.
6:56p - 7:35p - Wishing hateful karma on Delta for using toy jets for flinging us through the sky.
Unfortunately, nothing happens.
7:45p - 8:45p - Flight - BUF-DTW
8:45p - Arrive Detroit - head to connecting gate.
-Howcome?-
I've been business traveling for 105 dog years, and I have formulated Uncle Jay's Theory of Geographical Aberration:
Where ever you are, the place you need go is as far as reasonably possible from your current location, or it is in a location that is undesirable for uncontrollable reasons.
(It doesn't really roll off the tongue like Murphy's "What can go wrong, will go wrong.", but let me spell out the situation and you see if you can give me a more lyrical or poetic-like version.)
So: Uncle Jay's Theory of Geographical Aberration
TBG is in Buffalo, needs to be in Ottawa at 8 the next morning.
Through a series of conditions (reasonable airfares, rental car availability, departure time/date, ad inifinitum) to get to Ottawa will require flights from Buffalo to Detroit to Montreal, then driving (2.5 hrs) to Ottawa upon arrival in Montreal.
Got that? (BUF - DET - MTL - OTT - MTL)
(Yes, I know I could drive BUF to OTT in less time. But one-way rentals from US to CAN are a no-go. Thanks for playing.)
A further example of Geographical Aberration was evidenced with the gates in DTW... I arrived at Gate C43, and my connecting flight was a B18.
That's a long &%$#@ing walk, children.
The Hotel version of this aberration was in evidence in all my recent stays...
In Minneapolis, St. Louis, and Buffalo, my room was as far away from the elevator as physically possible.
Here in Ottawa, it was the polar opposite- my room was right next to the elevator...
So I got to enjoy the attendant bump, grind and creak each time the elevator went by my floor.
Is there another room not quite so close to the elevator?
Yes. But it's a smoking room.
%$#@&!
Back to thewhining story...
Where were we? Ah, Detroit Metro.
9:10p - Arrive at Gate B18...
Beg, plead & cajole for an bulkhead or Emergency Row.
No.
How's 'bout an aisle... Surely someone wants to look out at the darkness.
Nope.
Lovely. Seat 19A. On an MD88.
Flight is at 9:57pm...
We were boarded and ready by 9:45
9:57p - Still at gate.
10:05 - Still at gate.
10:15 - Guess where we are now.
10:20 - Pilot found his keys, we leave the gate.
11:55p - Arrive Montreal
12:00m - Start of June 4. Happy birthday to me.
12:11A - Arrive Canadian C&I
There are 3 agents working the arrivals, and probably 5 flights arrived at the same general time...
Screw the crowd control barriers.
12:48A - My turn.
C&I - "Hi. What's your business?"
TBG - "Testing newly installed equipment; Training local guys to use it."
C&I - "Ok. On your way."
Wow.
12:56a - Avis counter
Avis Agent: "Let's see... What can we give you? I've got a Santa Fe or a Dodge Charger? Or..."
He dangles 2 key fobs in front of me.
"I have a White Challenger or a Blue Challenger... Mmmmm. V-8, racing stripes, satellite radio, full ride. Only cost you $30 more per day."
I have to drive 200+ km tonight... Don't tempt me...
1:12am - Depart YUL in a dark blue Hyundai Santa Fe SUV.
3:25Am - Arrive at hotel Kanata
3:32Am - In room. Right next to the Elevator.
-sleep sleep sleep-
7:20Am - Alarm goes off.
7:40am - Meet one of my co-conspirators in lobby.
8:00AM - Arrive arena. They are not expecting us.
Phone calls are made, threats implied, bribes offered.
8:35AM - Building guy arrives, lets us in, unlocks work space.
(For a guy that was dragged in at 8:30 on a Saturday morning, he was surprisingly nice to us.)
8:45a - Begin Documentation & Deconstruction
10:54 - Additional compatriots arrive.
10:55a - Finish D&D. Hand off empty rack and hardware to Collaborators.
10:56a - Clean up, document review, hardware cleaning
7:40PM - Depart Arena
7:50pm - D'arcy McGees - Dinner & Game 2 of the Stanley Cup Final.
Astute Constant Readers will note that at this point I've had 3 hours sleep in more than 36 hours.
This, as has been said is A Bad Move.
Lack of Sleep + Rum + Pub Environment = Trouble
Ok... No rum.
Cider.
Strongbow cider a/k/a Johnny Jump Up.
We departed the pub before I did Something Stupid® and headed back to the Hotel.
I was mostly asleep before the 3rd period started, but I did wake up for the beginning of the Overtime period...
Good job, Vancouver...
Hell of a way to spend a birthday...
[Whine Mode=OFF]
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Bitch bitch bitch... It's all I ever do.
Blee recently told me I was becoming a Bitter Old Man.
(And as of yesterday, just another candle closer, and thanks to all y'all who sent birthday wishes.)
But, the bitching... I haz it.
In my defense, I have good reason... Let me shares it wif you.
Let's start on on the morning of June 3 and carry it through last night.
June 3 - Buffalo NY
12:30am Arrive back at the hotel after a looooong day in the arena.
-5 hours of restless sleep later-
6:30am - Get lazy ass out of the snug bed at the Hampton Inn.
- Pack - Shower - Shave - Etc
7:30am - Check out of Hotel - Head to HSBC Arena
8:00am - Work Work Work
-Whip cracking and threats of bodily harm to all and sundry regarding the 3:00pm airport departure schedule.
3:30pm - Drag co-conspirators, kicking and screaming, to BUF, to board our collective flights to our next
4:00p - 4:45p - Check in and clear TSA screening. Surprisingly smooth. The TSA groper used plenty of lube this time.
5:00p - Drink Drink Drink at bar near gate 23.
6:55p - Head to Gate, beg/cajole/plead for exit row or bulkhead. Good: Seat A1 Bad: Aircraft is a GauchoJet RJ140 - a/k/a the toothpaste tube with wings.
Even that seat is cramped and narrow in the RJ.
6:56p - 7:35p - Wishing hateful karma on Delta for using toy jets for flinging us through the sky.
Unfortunately, nothing happens.
7:45p - 8:45p - Flight - BUF-DTW
8:45p - Arrive Detroit - head to connecting gate.
-Howcome?-
I've been business traveling for 105 dog years, and I have formulated Uncle Jay's Theory of Geographical Aberration:
Where ever you are, the place you need go is as far as reasonably possible from your current location, or it is in a location that is undesirable for uncontrollable reasons.
(It doesn't really roll off the tongue like Murphy's "What can go wrong, will go wrong.", but let me spell out the situation and you see if you can give me a more lyrical or poetic-like version.)
So: Uncle Jay's Theory of Geographical Aberration
TBG is in Buffalo, needs to be in Ottawa at 8 the next morning.
Through a series of conditions (reasonable airfares, rental car availability, departure time/date, ad inifinitum) to get to Ottawa will require flights from Buffalo to Detroit to Montreal, then driving (2.5 hrs) to Ottawa upon arrival in Montreal.
Got that? (BUF - DET - MTL - OTT - MTL)
(Yes, I know I could drive BUF to OTT in less time. But one-way rentals from US to CAN are a no-go. Thanks for playing.)
A further example of Geographical Aberration was evidenced with the gates in DTW... I arrived at Gate C43, and my connecting flight was a B18.
That's a long &%$#@ing walk, children.
The Hotel version of this aberration was in evidence in all my recent stays...
In Minneapolis, St. Louis, and Buffalo, my room was as far away from the elevator as physically possible.
Here in Ottawa, it was the polar opposite- my room was right next to the elevator...
So I got to enjoy the attendant bump, grind and creak each time the elevator went by my floor.
Is there another room not quite so close to the elevator?
Yes. But it's a smoking room.
%$#@&!
Back to the
Where were we? Ah, Detroit Metro.
9:10p - Arrive at Gate B18...
Beg, plead & cajole for an bulkhead or Emergency Row.
No.
How's 'bout an aisle... Surely someone wants to look out at the darkness.
Nope.
Lovely. Seat 19A. On an MD88.
Flight is at 9:57pm...
We were boarded and ready by 9:45
9:57p - Still at gate.
10:05 - Still at gate.
10:15 - Guess where we are now.
10:20 - Pilot found his keys, we leave the gate.
11:55p - Arrive Montreal
12:00m - Start of June 4. Happy birthday to me.
12:11A - Arrive Canadian C&I
There are 3 agents working the arrivals, and probably 5 flights arrived at the same general time...
Screw the crowd control barriers.
12:48A - My turn.
C&I - "Hi. What's your business?"
TBG - "Testing newly installed equipment; Training local guys to use it."
C&I - "Ok. On your way."
Wow.
12:56a - Avis counter
Avis Agent: "Let's see... What can we give you? I've got a Santa Fe or a Dodge Charger? Or..."
He dangles 2 key fobs in front of me.
"I have a White Challenger or a Blue Challenger... Mmmmm. V-8, racing stripes, satellite radio, full ride. Only cost you $30 more per day."
I have to drive 200+ km tonight... Don't tempt me...
1:12am - Depart YUL in a dark blue Hyundai Santa Fe SUV.
3:25Am - Arrive at hotel Kanata
3:32Am - In room. Right next to the Elevator.
-sleep sleep sleep-
7:20Am - Alarm goes off.
7:40am - Meet one of my co-conspirators in lobby.
8:00AM - Arrive arena. They are not expecting us.
Phone calls are made, threats implied, bribes offered.
8:35AM - Building guy arrives, lets us in, unlocks work space.
(For a guy that was dragged in at 8:30 on a Saturday morning, he was surprisingly nice to us.)
8:45a - Begin Documentation & Deconstruction
10:54 - Additional compatriots arrive.
10:55a - Finish D&D. Hand off empty rack and hardware to Collaborators.
10:56a - Clean up, document review, hardware cleaning
7:40PM - Depart Arena
7:50pm - D'arcy McGees - Dinner & Game 2 of the Stanley Cup Final.
Astute Constant Readers will note that at this point I've had 3 hours sleep in more than 36 hours.
This, as has been said is A Bad Move.
Lack of Sleep + Rum + Pub Environment = Trouble
Ok... No rum.
Cider.
Strongbow cider a/k/a Johnny Jump Up.
I went in and I called for a bottle of stoutAfter a bit o' tasty grub and a couple pints of Strongbow, the Canucks and the Bruins were tied 2 each...
Says the barman, I'm sorry, all the beer is sold out
Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood
Says I, I'll try cider, I've heard it was good.
Oh never, Oh never, Oh never again
If I live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten
I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up
After drinking a quart of the Johnny Jump Up
We departed the pub before I did Something Stupid® and headed back to the Hotel.
I was mostly asleep before the 3rd period started, but I did wake up for the beginning of the Overtime period...
Good job, Vancouver...
Hell of a way to spend a birthday...
[Whine Mode=OFF]
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Friday, June 03, 2011
Get Me Outta Here
Josh Groban is taking over the HSBC Arena in Buffalo NY, where I have been holing up the past few day...
There goes the neighborhood. We're outta here- AMF!
By the time he takes the stage I will be have been groped by the TSA and had other violations executed upon my person... And will probably be sitting in the closest bar to my departure gate, drinking rum straight out of the bottle and fending off the beertender with a barstool and a whip fashioned out of UTP cable.
(Would that be a Cat5-o-nine tails?)
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Multitudes
Collective Nouns can be pretty fun...
A pack of hounds, a herd of elephants, et cetera are the norm.
Then there are the unique and thought-provoking:
a shrewdness of apes
a flange of baboons
a culture of bacteria
a sleuth of bears
a volery of birds
a wake of buzzards
a clowder of cats
a kindle of kittens,
a quiver of cobras
a float of crocodiles
a murder of crows
a wing of dragons
a convocation of eagles
a charm of finches
a skulk of foxes
an implausibility of gnus
a skein of goslings
a prickle of hedgehogs
a crash of hippopotami
a smack of jellyfish
a mob of kangaroos
a exaltation of larks
a lounge of lizards
a mischief of mice
a raft of otter
a parliament of owls
a muster of peacocks
a parcel of penguins
a sounder of (wild) pigs
a chine of polecats
a passel of possum
a plague of rats
a rhumba of rattlesnakes
an unkindness of ravens
an ambush of tigers
a generation of vipers
a warren of wombats
a descent of woodpeckers
Then there is the downright strange...
(from The Stokes-Whibley Natural Index Of Supernatural Collective Nouns)
A racket of banshees
A shroud of ghouls
a chimney of djinns
an opulence of succubi
a tizzy of fairies
a lawn of gnomes
a cavalry of Valkyries
a clamor of clones
a caper of mutants
a yard-sale of androids
a skynet of cyborgs
a fleet of probes
a swarm of nanites
a clubbing of chupracabra
a deviltry of gremlins
a lamentation of Morlocks
a sling of psychopaths
a choir of serial killers
a fulsome of hippogriffs
a flurry of yeti
a drudge of skeletons
a vexation of zombies
The reason this comes up was an email today from a frustrated co-worker...
Frustrated Co-Worker: "What's bigger than a cluster?"
She was, of course, speaking rhetorically. But that's never stopped me from taking the bit and running with it.
I had just the perfect response, in the form of a very context-sensitive proper noun, but having examined the bread to see which side the butter was on, and knowing the longevity of Interweb blog postings and how things find their way into Pearl Harbor files, I didn't reply immediately.
At least, not in written form.
A phone call did get made, and a chuckle was had by both parties on the call...
But this begs the question...
What is bigger than a cluster?
A horde? A legion?
And does that fit into the nomenclature?
Or do we depart from the standard format and start anew-
Trainwreck > Clusterfuck > Shitstorm > Catastrofuck?
Hope you found this instructive.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
A pack of hounds, a herd of elephants, et cetera are the norm.
Then there are the unique and thought-provoking:
a shrewdness of apes
a flange of baboons
a culture of bacteria
a sleuth of bears
a volery of birds
a wake of buzzards
a clowder of cats
a kindle of kittens,
a quiver of cobras
a float of crocodiles
a murder of crows
a wing of dragons
a convocation of eagles
a charm of finches
a skulk of foxes
an implausibility of gnus
a skein of goslings
a prickle of hedgehogs
a crash of hippopotami
a smack of jellyfish
a mob of kangaroos
a exaltation of larks
a lounge of lizards
a mischief of mice
a raft of otter
a parliament of owls
a muster of peacocks
a parcel of penguins
a sounder of (wild) pigs
a chine of polecats
a passel of possum
a plague of rats
a rhumba of rattlesnakes
an unkindness of ravens
an ambush of tigers
a generation of vipers
a warren of wombats
a descent of woodpeckers
Then there is the downright strange...
(from The Stokes-Whibley Natural Index Of Supernatural Collective Nouns)
A racket of banshees
A shroud of ghouls
a chimney of djinns
an opulence of succubi
a tizzy of fairies
a lawn of gnomes
a cavalry of Valkyries
a clamor of clones
a caper of mutants
a yard-sale of androids
a skynet of cyborgs
a fleet of probes
a swarm of nanites
a clubbing of chupracabra
a deviltry of gremlins
a lamentation of Morlocks
a sling of psychopaths
a choir of serial killers
a fulsome of hippogriffs
a flurry of yeti
a drudge of skeletons
a vexation of zombies
The reason this comes up was an email today from a frustrated co-worker...
Frustrated Co-Worker: "What's bigger than a cluster?"
She was, of course, speaking rhetorically. But that's never stopped me from taking the bit and running with it.
I had just the perfect response, in the form of a very context-sensitive proper noun, but having examined the bread to see which side the butter was on, and knowing the longevity of Interweb blog postings and how things find their way into Pearl Harbor files, I didn't reply immediately.
At least, not in written form.
A phone call did get made, and a chuckle was had by both parties on the call...
But this begs the question...
What is bigger than a cluster?
A horde? A legion?
And does that fit into the nomenclature?
Or do we depart from the standard format and start anew-
Trainwreck > Clusterfuck > Shitstorm > Catastrofuck?
Hope you found this instructive.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
TheOnesday Meme... STL Edition
This should have posted on 5/25
(Blogger's delayed posting feature is acting up and this didn't get posted last Onesday. Sorry for the delay.)
Greetings from Scottrade Center...
Once again, fulfilling my obligation to BorePatch's Meme,
(it just so easy and so fun...)
So... regarding our Narcissist-in-Chief,
How many hours do you think he spent in front of the mirror
to come up with his Perfect Smile?
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
(Blogger's delayed posting feature is acting up and this didn't get posted last Onesday. Sorry for the delay.)
Greetings from Scottrade Center...
Once again, fulfilling my obligation to BorePatch's Meme,
(it just so easy and so fun...)
So... regarding our Narcissist-in-Chief,
How many hours do you think he spent in front of the mirror
to come up with his Perfect Smile?
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
TheOnesDay® meme
A double header today...
First- Political cartoonage...
A quick one-liner you can use at the scuttlebutt:
Q. Why did Jimmy Carter vote for Barack Obama?
A. Because Jimmy didn't want to be the worst President in history.
Then some demotivation:
(Borepatch & PISSED)
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
First- Political cartoonage...
A quick one-liner you can use at the scuttlebutt:
Q. Why did Jimmy Carter vote for Barack Obama?
A. Because Jimmy didn't want to be the worst President in history.
Then some demotivation:
(Borepatch & PISSED)
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Tryin' to Reason With Hurricane Season
As a public service, TBG brings you some tips for the 2011 hurricane season which begins today.
Hurricane Season Lesson #1:
If a hurricane is coming, get the fuck out.
Hurricane Season Lesson #2:
Seriously, GTFO.
Here endeth the lesson.
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Exclusive Photos!
Seal Team Six K-9 Unit training...
(Hat tip to Coop, who always sends me good stuff...)
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(Hat tip to Coop, who always sends me good stuff...)
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Thursday, May 26, 2011
UN Bedbugs and Human Rights Hypocrisy
Don't know who this dude is, but he nails it right in the Cojones.
(Yes, I could probably chase it down by Binging it on Google, but I'm just not motivated right now. I've been at STL since 4:50am and my give-a-shit's broken beyond repair.)
H/T to Jingles, who occasionally finds whet amongst the chaff.
And the occasional cobia.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The Defecation Is About To Hit The Ventilation
...here in St. Louis.
They've evacuated us for the second time today...
The hail is hammering the roof of the arena- we can hear it down in the basement.
This weather is getting crazy here...
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They've evacuated us for the second time today...
The hail is hammering the roof of the arena- we can hear it down in the basement.
This weather is getting crazy here...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Fun on the Menu & Bonus TWSS
Gotta be impressed with a restaurant manager that has no problem
dropping the F-Bomb actually ON the menu...
Wow.
Did I have the Hot-As-Fuck sandwich?
Nope-
I had Squealers.
Mmmm... Pigsicles. Yum.
On the way back to Scottrade after lunch:
Tech Rick: "Man there was a lotta meat on that bone."
Tech Rudy: "Yep, that's what she said last night."
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dropping the F-Bomb actually ON the menu...
Wow.
Did I have the Hot-As-Fuck sandwich?
Nope-
I had Squealers.
Mmmm... Pigsicles. Yum.
On the way back to Scottrade after lunch:
Tech Rick: "Man there was a lotta meat on that bone."
Tech Rudy: "Yep, that's what she said last night."
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Monday, May 23, 2011
St. Louis TWSS - Part 2
Tech Jerry: "That went in smoother than normal."
Tech Rudy: "That's what she said."
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Tech Rudy: "That's what she said."
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
St. Louis TWSS
Tech Jerry : "There, now you've got your wood."
Tech Rick: "That's exactly what she said."
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Tech Rick: "That's exactly what she said."
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Storm Magnet
Saturday night in Minneapolis, when we were having dinner, a storm washed through the area and did a ton a damage just north of downtown...
Sunday night, after I arrived in St. Louis a storm past just north of downtown after kicking the snot out of Joplin Mo...
Fortunately the brunt of the storm missed St. Louis, where the streets around the arena were filled with folks that were heading to the Bon Jovi concert.
Almost lunchtime here, and things are looking a little dark outside...
Better check the Radar...
Holy crap... Batten down the hatches, boys... She's fixin' blow.
I'm starting to think I'm a storm magnet...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Sunday night, after I arrived in St. Louis a storm past just north of downtown after kicking the snot out of Joplin Mo...
Fortunately the brunt of the storm missed St. Louis, where the streets around the arena were filled with folks that were heading to the Bon Jovi concert.
Almost lunchtime here, and things are looking a little dark outside...
Better check the Radar...
Holy crap... Batten down the hatches, boys... She's fixin' blow.
I'm starting to think I'm a storm magnet...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Glaring Omission - St. Paul
I forgot one place we went for lunch that was oh-so-very-tasty-
Cossetta's Italian Deli, on 7th near the Xcel Center...
Awesome hot subs, pizza slices... Hoo Ha!
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Cossetta's Italian Deli, on 7th near the Xcel Center...
Awesome hot subs, pizza slices... Hoo Ha!
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Observations Minneapolis
Weather - Meh, with a side order of terror.
Especially the storm that blew through last night...
Yikes
Hotel- Westin in downtown Minneapolis
A 2 out of 5.
The wireless phone didn't work, there were like 5 popped pixels in the TV, and the channel selection on the TV was poor...
(2 PBS channels, TNT was on two different channels, 4 shopping channels, and 3 ESPNs, Discovery, History and then ABC, NBC, and CBS.)
At Starwood properties you can opt for a $5 dollar voucher if you will forgo daily maid service... I skipped service and took the $10 to use for the breakfast buffet before heading to the airport...
I should have used the $10 to buy 2 cokes from the hotel sundry.
Overcooked (industrial) eggs, a greasy mass of limp bacon... Bacon this bad should be felony.
Coffee was marginal- but I couldn't get a spoon to stir it to save my life.
Asked Pedro 3 times "Ah! I shall get one for you immediate!"
I stirred it with my knife.
The pastries (silver dollar sized danish) were stale, and the oatmeal had scabbed over long before I had arrived.
Food:
Breugger's Bagles... Yum.
You can get a tasty burger at 508 bar & grill near Target Center.
Of interest: Thom Pham's Wondrous Azian Kitchen.
Dim Sum brunch... (Next time...)
Watch out for the bartender...
25 bucks for a punch in the face? I'd do it for $10.
And finally-
MSP (and Delta) suck out loud.
(no surprise, eh?)
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Especially the storm that blew through last night...
Yikes
Hotel- Westin in downtown Minneapolis
A 2 out of 5.
The wireless phone didn't work, there were like 5 popped pixels in the TV, and the channel selection on the TV was poor...
(2 PBS channels, TNT was on two different channels, 4 shopping channels, and 3 ESPNs, Discovery, History and then ABC, NBC, and CBS.)
At Starwood properties you can opt for a $5 dollar voucher if you will forgo daily maid service... I skipped service and took the $10 to use for the breakfast buffet before heading to the airport...
I should have used the $10 to buy 2 cokes from the hotel sundry.
Overcooked (industrial) eggs, a greasy mass of limp bacon... Bacon this bad should be felony.
Coffee was marginal- but I couldn't get a spoon to stir it to save my life.
Asked Pedro 3 times "Ah! I shall get one for you immediate!"
I stirred it with my knife.
The pastries (silver dollar sized danish) were stale, and the oatmeal had scabbed over long before I had arrived.
Food:
Breugger's Bagles... Yum.
You can get a tasty burger at 508 bar & grill near Target Center.
Of interest: Thom Pham's Wondrous Azian Kitchen.
Dim Sum brunch... (Next time...)
Watch out for the bartender...
25 bucks for a punch in the face? I'd do it for $10.
And finally-
MSP (and Delta) suck out loud.
(no surprise, eh?)
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Sadly, I've Had One Of These Before
Scatological discourse of epic proportions...
Decidedly NSFW; perhaps offensive to those of prudish or delicate sensibilities, but highly entertaining.
Read Gibbering Horror at Frizzen Sparks
Enjoy such literary gems such as...
"...she’d burn my underwear and make me start exfoliating my glutes with an angle grinder."
"...a portent of oncoming fecapocalypse..."
"...fetid ribbons of pure evil..."
"...barnacles scraped from Cthulu’s taint..."
"...a mercy flush to spare any unsuspecting coworkers lung damage..."
And the best:
"If there is a Congressional Medal of Honor for toilet plungers, the one at work deserves two."
Kudos to Graumagus, of the cast-iron colon...
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Decidedly NSFW; perhaps offensive to those of prudish or delicate sensibilities, but highly entertaining.
Read Gibbering Horror at Frizzen Sparks
Enjoy such literary gems such as...
"...she’d burn my underwear and make me start exfoliating my glutes with an angle grinder."
"...a portent of oncoming fecapocalypse..."
"...fetid ribbons of pure evil..."
"...barnacles scraped from Cthulu’s taint..."
"...a mercy flush to spare any unsuspecting coworkers lung damage..."
And the best:
"If there is a Congressional Medal of Honor for toilet plungers, the one at work deserves two."
Kudos to Graumagus, of the cast-iron colon...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
TheOnesday / Wednesday Meme
Yo BP... Am I just carrying this meme on my own? WTF?
(Not hugely motivated today... Would rather be out riding my bike!)
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(Not hugely motivated today... Would rather be out riding my bike!)
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Fair Warning
For all you happy assholes out there that don't have a clue, this is fair warning:
I'm tired-tired-tired of you ignorant, mouth-breathing, inbred, hillbillies that only know how to parrot the Party Line without giving a thought of how you are applying your rhetoric.
The next time, while discussing the Tea Party's position on taxes and how the FedGov's unlimited growth/expansion and penchant for meddling in shit they have no business getting involved with, and the the first thing out of you mouth is "You justa buncha racist motherfuckers..." you're going to get a verbal beatdown the likes of which that will make Change The Sacred Name Of Arkansas* sound like a Shakespearean sonnet.
Is it racist to identify constitutionality of every new law?
Is it racist to demand a balanced federal budget?
Is it racist to want to simplify the tax system and reduce taxes?
Is it racist to audit federal government agencies for waste and constitutionality?
Is it racist to limit annual growth in federal spending?
Is it racist to repeal the healthcare legislation passed on March 23, 2010?
Is it racist to reduce earmarks?
I really don't think so.
Ergo, Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
Look, you want examples of racism? Let me help you out...
Maybe I'm missing something- I don't see how you you come up with the following theorem:
"Demanding accountability from our Government and elected officials" = "Racism"
* One for polite company and children, and a more colorful one...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
I'm tired-tired-tired of you ignorant, mouth-breathing, inbred, hillbillies that only know how to parrot the Party Line without giving a thought of how you are applying your rhetoric.
The next time, while discussing the Tea Party's position on taxes and how the FedGov's unlimited growth/expansion and penchant for meddling in shit they have no business getting involved with, and the the first thing out of you mouth is "You justa buncha racist motherfuckers..." you're going to get a verbal beatdown the likes of which that will make Change The Sacred Name Of Arkansas* sound like a Shakespearean sonnet.
Is it racist to identify constitutionality of every new law?
Is it racist to demand a balanced federal budget?
Is it racist to want to simplify the tax system and reduce taxes?
Is it racist to audit federal government agencies for waste and constitutionality?
Is it racist to limit annual growth in federal spending?
Is it racist to repeal the healthcare legislation passed on March 23, 2010?
Is it racist to reduce earmarks?
I really don't think so.
Ergo, Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
Look, you want examples of racism? Let me help you out...
"I want to go up to the closest white person and say: 'You can't understand this, it's a black thing' and then slap him, just for my mental health."
-- Charles Barron, a New York city councilman at a reparations rally, 2002
"Civil rights laws were not passed to protect the rights of white men and do not apply to them." -- Mary Frances Berry, Chairwoman, US Commission on Civil Rights
(I) "will not let the white boys win in this election."
-- Donna Brazile, Al Gore's Campaign Manager on the 2000 election
"The old white boys got taken fair and square."
-- San Francisco Mayor Willie Brown after winning an election
"The Medicaid system must have been developed by a white male slave owner. It pays for you to be pregnant and have a baby, but it won't pay for much family planning."
-- Jocelyn Elders
The white man is our mortal enemy, and we cannot accept him. I will fight to see that vicious beast go down into the lake of fire prepared for him from the beginning, that he never rise again to give any innocent black man, woman or child the hell that he has delighted in pouring on us for 400 years."
-- Louis Farrakhan who campaigned for congresswoman Cynthia McKinney in 2002, City College audience in New York
"There's no great, white bigot; there's just about 200 million little white bigots out there."
-- USA Today columnist Julienne Malveaux
"Reparations are a really good way for white people to admit they're wrong."
-- Zack Webb, University Of Kentucky NAACP
"White folks was in caves while we was building empires... We taught philosophy and astrology and mathematics before Socrates and them Greek homos ever got around to it."
-- Rev. Al Sharpton in a 1994 speech at Kean College, NJ
"The white race is the cancer of human history."
-- Susan Sontag
"Republicans bring out Colin Powell and J.C. Watts because they have no program, no policy. They have no love and no joy. They'd rather take pictures with black children than feed them." -- Donna Brazile, Al Gore's Campaign Manager for the 2000 election
"Black theology refuses to accept a God who is not identified totally with the goals of the black community.
If God is not for us and against white people, then he is a murderer, and we had better kill him.
The task of black theology is to kill Gods who do not belong to the black community. . . .
Black theology will accept only the love of God which participates in the destruction of the white enemy.
What we need is the divine love as expressed in Black Power, which is the power of black people to destroy their oppressors here and now by any means at their disposal.
Unless God is participating in this holy activity, we must reject his love."
-- James Cone - New York's Union Theological Seminary - Jeremiah Wright's mentor.
Maybe I'm missing something- I don't see how you you come up with the following theorem:
"Demanding accountability from our Government and elected officials" = "Racism"
* One for polite company and children, and a more colorful one...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
Monday, May 16, 2011
Situational Awareness
Evan Longoria saves a reporter with a bare-handed catch.
Damn. Dude's got eyes on the back of his head.
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Damn. Dude's got eyes on the back of his head.
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Sunday, May 15, 2011
Lesson #817
How to screw up Domestic Tranquility - Lesson #817
2003 Yamaha FJR 1300
0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds
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2003 Yamaha FJR 1300
0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds
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Germany News Channel N24 Dumbassery
Oops.
Really? The Phaser in the logo didn't give you a clue?
Or the Klingon batleth?
Correct logo for DevGru
Not this...
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Really? The Phaser in the logo didn't give you a clue?
Or the Klingon batleth?
Correct logo for DevGru
Not this...
TBG- ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE
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