"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
Too exhausted to blog, is what it is. My contract’s tied to the US government’s fiscal year, which runs from October 1st to September 30th. It’s crunch time. I hope to be back on a reasonable blogging schedule by mid-October. Until then, I’ll offer the following observation: almost everyone I work with plans to vote […]
My, what will they block next? Go here to find out how to get around the Pentagon’s block on the website that helps overseas US military voters cast absentee ballots. Thanks to Boing Boing for the tip!
What do you make to feed 50 hungry hashers? Caesar salad for 50! The hash got rained out yesterday . . . oh, all right, a few diehards proably hashed, so it’s more like I got rained out . . . but if 50 hashers had hashed and were looking for something good to eat […]
Doing my wee bit to expose military censorship – specifically the military’s efforts to prevent its personnel from viewing certain internet sites – is becoming a hobbyhorse of mine. I’ve blogged about such censorship before, here, here, and here. And now, thanks to Eric Umansky, I learn of another category of web sites being blocked or filtered […]
A lot of people were disturbed by Zell Miller’ speech at the Republican National Convention last night. Of course, a lot of other people were delighted with it . . . probably the same people who think defending our nation requires us to sodomize Iraqi prisoners with broomsticks, but that’s another rant. Here’s the part […]
Going down . . . but not in a good way. My last motorcycle accident was typical in that it happened within five miles of home and involved a cager (car driver) turning left. You try to anticipate cagers turning left into your path, but this one came out of nowhere. I was riding west […]
Who cares if it’s 100°F outside? It’s chili day! Donna and I work Monday through Friday. We take turns cooking easy meals on weeknights. Saturdays we go hashing, then eat out after the trail. Sundays I play in the kitchen, usually preparing a one-dish meal for the evening, perhaps a pot of sauce or stew, […]
When I lived in Glasgow, Montana, there were two towns on the road to Great Falls, Havre and Chauteau. Pronouncing them correctly marked you as an outsider, pitiful and beneath contempt. Havre was “Haver” and Chauteau “Shotto.” Watching the Olympics, I can’t help thinking of Melpomene Road in Tucson, locally pronounced “Mel-po-mean.” Of course it’s […]