Monthly Archives: February 2014

Was That Your Bidet? No

No it was my B-day as in birthday. I’m 52 now, just like a deck of cards. Only there are a couple of jokers so it can’t be a full deck. A pinochle deck only has 48 cards. What can you expect, they named the game after some unusual watersports fetish, of course you’re not playing with a full deck. And don’t even bring up one-eyed jacks. You keep them under the table and out of sight. Discretion.

Discretion means discrete quanta. Whatever it is it comes in individual clumps not smooth continuity. Yeah, people are like that. You can always tell where one person ends and another begins. The less discrete they are the easier it is to tell.

Sort of.

Took some time off from work, so it’s been fun not plowing snow, although I do still have to do my own sidewalk and driveway. And it has definitely been cold too. My sleep is still on my work schedule, even so, I should try to get to bed earlier. This is probably my shortest post. I’m still alive and a little older.

Is that a Bigfoot doing the Hustle? {just justifying the tags, it doesn’t mean anything}

Hollow Points Can Be Mute

“Big winds come from empty caves.” That was what Archie’s fortune cookie said on one episode of All In The Family. I used to watch that show every week when it was first on. I haven’t watched hardly any episodes since. And that brings up a question. Do you rewatch or reread things? SPOILER ALERT! Once you’ve watched or read it, you know how it’s going to end. Even before watching the movie I knew the ship was going to sink in “Titanic.” Spoilers don’t really bother me. I can watch or read the same thing many many times and still enjoy it. It isn’t a matter of suspense for me. It’s the skill of the artist. If I hear a song that I like, I don’t think, “Wow, that was great, but I never want to hear it again.” Some people do have quite large music collections, and there might be some songs they don’t listen to OFTEN. I have a very large number of books. I don’t reread them often. On my favorites I can reread a couple of paragraphs and it reminds/rekindles the thoughts it caused so long ago. Humorists such as James Thurber and Jerome K. Jerome are better on the rereads because you appreciate the lead up to a story.

What does any of that have to do with the title? Some writers, Aristophanes and friends, are almost unknown now. Is a writer without readers mute? Are his points hollow? Do they echo in the intellectual void?

There’s always some crazy person out there who will read anything. Reading those people feels almost like a conversation. Are they my friends and do they get a touch of immortality from my affection? Eternity is not forever. If I build a time machine and go back to Dec 7,1941 my start time doesn’t matter. If I go back more than once Dec 7, 1941 will always be Dec 7, 1941. In that sense it is eternal, it doesn’t change. If I go back to 1889 and meet JKJ, he will always be there in 1889.

Does that make me sound irrational? The square root of two is irrational. It cannot be expressed as a ratio. Perhaps one could think of oneself as rational if one considered the ratio of one’s father over one’s mother or vice versa. I consider those thoughts as outside of plane Euclidean geometry. They exist, but I don’t want to think about them.

I have a small amount of hearing loss at about 1000Hz. I haven’t been to an audiologist. I know this from my own work in labs. I attribute that hearing loss to many years of hunting. It’s a moot point to wear muting devices when hunting. At least it is for small game hunting. It’s much harder to find game if you can’t hear them. And it is hard to be quiet when you can’t tell how much noise you are making. Some states will let you use a silencer when hunting. You could use muted hollow points then. I recently discovered something. I target practice with an air pistol in my basement. I went to get more pellets and lo and behold they had hollow point pellets! I had never seen those before. I test fired the hollow points to compare them to flat tipped and pointed pellets. I was surprised at the amount of expansion. Safety first, loose cloth makes a pretty good backstop especially with multiple layers. To see expansion the pellet has to hit something somewhat hard like wood, but the wood can be angled into a backstop.

You never know where I’m headed do you?

You Have to Whip The Whites If You Want Them To Get Stiff

And forget about using plastic, you need copper or stainless to reach peak performance. Once you get them separated you can also work on Custard’s last stand. Depending on preferences, you might need the mayo clinic. I wonder if you can get condom mints there? I would relish the opportunity to ketchup, but just until the mustard squirts.

I like Zappa. He was a good egg. Whipping egg whites you can make angel food or meringue. You can make mayo or custard with the rest of the egg, seriously, some yolks are quite good.

What, a guy can’t talk about kitchen fun?

EW GROSS! Why did I do that?

The other day I was browsing through Youtube and I noticed a large number of videos that warned of graphic scenes. Now the expression curiosity killed the cat should have popped into my head. It didn’t, and I entered just one word in the search field. GROSS, and you should have seen the videos that showed up from THAT search.

Actually you shouldn’t.

Maybe I should stick to watching cat videos, here pussy pussy.

And that reminds me of wintergreen lozenges. Yes, I am odd.

My vehicle broke down earlier in the week, and the place I had work on it had those pink wintergreen lozenges. I do so like eating pink things.


WHY, why did you do that?

Occupation? Stand up philosopher.

Ah, a bullshitter.

From Mel Brooks History of the World.

People tend to think of philosophers as esoteric eggheads with no connection to reality. Their answer would probably be that’s because reality is an illusion. Philosophy has everything to do with pretty much all of life. What you do depends on what you think. For instance, Gilligan’s Island, if you are preparing for/hoping for rescue you build signal fires. If you are resigned to being there forever you work to make life there more comfortable.

I’ve been watching Dexter in what little free time I’ve been having lately. I’m into season 7 now. Without trying to give away the storyline Dexter has been doing more explaining of why he does what he does. It reminds me of conversations I’ve had with people that just don’t seem to get my point. My point being, you can’t force people to think or feel a particular way. You can certainly try. You might succeed most of the time. Dante knew what I was getting at. He had Epicurus condemned to roasting in a bronze cauldron in Hell. Epicurus didn’t believe/realize this. Crime and punishment get tricky if you set goals that might not be achievable. If you send a criminal to a penitentiary that doesn’t mean they will be penitent. A reformatory might not reform them. The language used reflects a goal other than revenge. I don’t recall reading much about vigilantes holding vigils either. Dexter talks of his dark passenger and refers to himself as a monster. He understands other monsters. It helps him capture them. He enjoys the kill. Our justice system has kind of a split personality. We try to execute humanely. Why? What is the goal? What are we trying to achieve when we lock someone away? If the goal is the general welfare of society as a whole then it doesn’t matter what the convict thinks or feels. It matters that he/she won’t have the opportunity to hurt others. If the goal is punishment, if the goal is to make them hurt for what they did, then you cede control to them. You can’t force them to feel regret and compassion for others. You can kill them, but you can’t read their mind. You could torture them with the exact same methods they used on their victims, but their thoughts are their own. You could try brainwashing a la “A Clockwork Orange”. That worked really well didn’t it? Malcolm McDowell was certainly creepy in that movie. In real life a murderer named T-bone Taylor is serving a life sentence for killing two cops. A reporter interviewed him a few years into his sentence. He told the reporter how much he loved prison life. The reporter quoted him and there were letters to the editor about how this guy needed to be made miserable. He needed to suffer. He played the reporter for a fool and I’m sure he enjoyed those angry letters. If he causes you to want to torture him, isn’t that his sickness spreading? Cruelty and violence are contagious diseases. Is lethal injection an inoculation?

On Dexter the character Deb is thinner than what I consider to be sexy. Maria has a nice full figure. Rita struck me as being just too flaky. I did like Lila, but the English accent is a bit of a turn on for me {and I loved that line, “Pardon my tits”}. They do show a fair amount of nudity, always a plus.

One final thought on why did you do this. I wouldn’t do this.


The Joy of Murder

Yeah that might sound a bit strange for a title.

Video games often have you kill people. Violence in movies is common. Some people blame violence on TV for the violence in society.


Art reflects life. Now some people might learn techniques, but Breaking Bad hasn’t resulted in an explosion of meth labs. Meth labs were exploding because of careless handling of volatile materials before that series was made.

Murder has been a popular topic throughout history. From mystery novels to Greek Tragedies someone gets offed and not in a sexual sense. And there is a difference between murder and killing. It does seem to me that back in the days of duels the people on both sides tended to be assholes. If murder were legal I suspect it would end up often being asshole against asshole. I mentioned Dexter somewhere, I’m up to season 6 now. He describes himself as a monster, and refers to his dark passenger. The vigilante aspect of it appeals to people who think too many criminals get away with way too much. Forever Knight dealt with that issue. Nicholas often ended up killing the wrong person. Dexter is a likeable serial killer just as Nicholas is a likeable vampire. A serial killer would have to have some degree of charm. If they always come across as a jerk how would they lure victims?

The joy of murder really is the distinction between killing and murder. I’ve lived on a farm, I’ve hunted and fished. I never enjoyed the kill. But I have met people that do. The last animal I shot was a squirrel that had lost a fight with another squirrel, fallen out of a tree, broke both front legs and it’s back. It was laying on the ground screaming. Legally it’s not murder to kill an animal, but when done for the wrong reason it IS still wrong. In that case I think I did it a favor. The other squirrel just loped away. Not in any hurry and not even checking out his victim. Cats can have a real nasty side to them. If big cats have the same mentality that house cats have, I wouldn’t want to be trapped by one. I would definitely prefer a bullet.

And then there are those people that die in humorous ways. 1000 ways to Die, Darwin Awards, etc, really dark humor and yet I continue to check it out. Some of the jokes were over the top in bad taste.

Depressing subject, time to move on.