Idiots will Kill you.

So, I missed the link to the actual study, but doctors in some EU country just completed a study on the impact of working/dealing with idiots has on ones health.

It turns out that your exposure to the jack-ass at work is more likely to lead to your death than smoking or drinking or most other things, actually.

That dipshit that shreds your work, occupies your day with dumb e-mails, well shit the list of dopey coworker activity is friggin' endless.

That is what is going to do you in.


I have come to terms with the old mortal coil and all, but damn, the fact that the shit-heads at work are surely taking time off my ticker pisses me off.
The fact that it upsets me is just the thing that is doing me in.
Vicious cycle, huh...

No escape from this either, as I can tell, there are dullards at every turn.

The Lump

Yeah, the lump is together. This time the bolts mean it, as they snuggle up with the various threads holding things together.

HRB helped me drop the bottom end in place, opened beers and got peanut shells all over the floor last week. I popped the pistons in on Sunday and have been sticking various bits on since then.

Somehow, it seems bigger than before. Sure as hell, it's a lot heavier when all those parts are together than on their own.


There is little stuff I will obsessively detail, yet. It's cool to see it together anyway...

Labor Day

May your Labor Day weekend be soaked in beer and bar-b-que sauce, roasted under the sun's sweat oven.




Before we all started sitting in cubicles for seventy hours a week, folks in America worked Hard. Sure, there have always been desk jockeys and ditch diggers. The ratio for either category has been inverted, perhaps.

Back when there were more steel mill workers than individual Wal-Mart locations, they came up with the idea to give those hard toiling folks a day off.

Big business complained about it, of course. They complained about the end of child labor. They paid thugs to burry clubs deep into the skulls of union organizers. Etc.
That sort of frivolity is bad for productivity and profits.

A few folks agreed, though, folks could use a day off.


Anyway, enjoy Labor Day...

13 Months

See that alternator there. I put it in there about thirteen months ago.
Do you care to guess how long the warranty on that alternator was?




Bastards.

Another Roadside Attraction

So, I just made my way through a re-read of Tom Robbins "Another Roadside Attraction"

I gotta say that it has been a while since I have read anything by Robbins, but it was good to wade into the less/more than solid worlds which he creates. His writing of the weather in the Northwest is spot on. Cool characters fill out the story which includes a lovely baboon, various atypical carny-types and the recently discovered body of Jesus (not a Mexican guy).

Anyway, you should read it, if you want to. I am sure this review is much worse than the book itself...

Oh, c'mon...Iran?

I think we can all fairly well agree that the country is waste deep in some uncomfortable shit. I will spare us from using the word "quagmire" because the conservatives in the crowd hate that - ties to bad memories make for bad press and all. What in the hell is our executive branch doing.

All of the recent escalated posturing regarding Iran and their "special designated terrorist" guard seems like greater nut-ball thinking than anything the White House has delivered in their tenure. They have floated the concept of airstrikes through the press, what since the UN has not been quick enough on more sanctions.

Beyond the fact that we are already fighting on two fronts and all, what of the global economic effects of these saber rattles?

Oh, top generals have snuck conversations of the need to crank up the draft again.
The stock market is flopping around like a fish on the dock.


I need to watch "Mad Max" again. Lots of decent reference material in that movie...

The Draw of the Dairy...

It is that time of year, when decent, good-hearted natives of the great state of Ohio begin to hear the internal call of the ButterCow.

Moooah, moooahh!

She calls out to our internal butter-fat gauges, beckoning us to eat iced cream, and chase it down with a milk shake.
Ohh, ButterCow, how you tempt us...

You see, the ButterCow (like Santa) is only around during a very specific time of year - during the Ohio State Fair.

There is some debate about whose state fair is the largest/greatest, amongst the states that might debate that kind of thing - but I digress. I am sure that the great ButterCow would not be hanging around any but the best of state fairs. I mean, really, the frickin' ButterCow!


Anyway, the ButterCow graces the Ohio heartland with an appearence only during the Ohio State Fair. She is the golden glow of her own sunshine, bathing all in her presence with a rich, creamy goodness - in the hall of the Dairy Building at the fair. Loyal followers of the great ButterCow pay homage to her grace by partaking in various dairy based delicacies, and admiring the fittest specimens of her bovine relatives.

Mother, some day, we shall gaze upon the great ButterCow together, again. We shall eat the iced cream. It will be glorious.

This is what KVC looks like, texting, at a pub.

made some shiny things...