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Thursday, March 25, 2010

Thrift Store Find

Every now and then, you can pick up something rare and interesting at the thrift store for a couple of bucks. For instance, I picked up this 1949 hardcover copy of The Moving Target, the first novel in the Lew Archer series.

It was written by a guy named Kenneth Millar, better known to the world as Ross Macdonald, author of the Lew Archer detective novels.
Originally, Millar called himself "John Macdonald," but confusion with John D. MacDonald (a completely different writer of detective novels featuring his own character, Travis McGee) led him to drop the John and add the Ross.

I have no idea how much a first-printing copy of "John Macdonald's" The Moving Target is worth --alas without a dust jacket-- but I picked it up for $3.

Snowy Night

It snowed the other day, a typical March storm. When it snows in March in Colorado, it's always heavy, wet snow that comes down hard and fast. A couple days later, it's gone.

This was Tuesday night in my backyard.

The Home Front

I'm not quite done yet, but the bulk of the work is done. The walls are painted, the ceiling and floor too! The new laminate floor is down and the molding is up. I need to throw a bead of caulk up on it and painted over the nails, then start the laborious process of repopulating the room with furniture. (This I can't wait to do, as the rest of my house has been an obstacle course for well over a week.)

Unfortunately, I neglected to take a before pic, so I'm left with this. It's a before and after pic.
Here's me working. This was before I put the floor down and pre-knee injury.
And this is the end result (kinda). Yes, I need to clean up. No, that's not where my miter saw goes. But I think it looks pretty good for a gimp with only one or two carpentry skills.
I'll throw up some more pics once I get it put back together.

Damn!

What a dunk. It won the game too.

Red Hill

This movie looks like it's going to be right up my alley.

It's a neo-Western from Australia starring Ryan Kwanten (Jason Stackhouse from True Blood).

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

On the IR List

There are times when I wish I had already developed a working relationship with a doctor so I don't have to go find one and say, "Hey, doc, what'd I do to my knee?"

Cuz yesterday I jacked it up in all kinds of painful ways.

I was laying down my floor, crawling around on my hands and knees on a cement floor, and during one particular maneuver, maybe I was reaching for the hammer, I rolled on my knee and something went pop. I retained my composure by rolling onto my back and kicking at the air in pain. I might have beat my fists on the ground and let out a wail that sounded like Chewbacca. The only thing I really remember is thinking OW!

And since then, I've been limping around, too involved in the project to stop. Indeed, I should finish it up. Just resting the ole kicker.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Stop Me If You've Heard This

Yesterday morning, commuters noticed a State Patrol cruiser driving erratically on C-470 and reported it to 911. A Douglas County Sheriff pulled the Statie over, discovered that he was drunk, and arrested him. In uniform. Right there on the side of the road.

Good for the Douglas County Sheriff's office. There are some jurisdictions, I suspect, that would have looked the other way. [cough}The Aurora PD![cough]

In other news, CNN asks the most crucial question of our times:
Can you be outed on Facebook?

The answer to that question is easy: Only if you're in the closet!

The good thing about CNN is that earlier this morning I saw George W Bush fucking around down in Haiti with Bill Clinton, two good ole Southern boys walking around in the Carribean sun, smiling and joking and having a good time. I kind of like George Bush now that he's not president.

Oh, and speaking of presidents...

Argh

"Are you busy?" asks the tech who wants me to do his job.

Well, if you mean "Are the phones ringing off the hook?" the answer is no. But I still don't want to do your job.

Monday, March 22, 2010

These Eyes

Cry for you.

Actually, that's not true. I took some perverse glee in the fact that Megan McArdle cried herself to sleep last night. The whole thing is a train wreck that discards reason for straight up teary-eyed emoting.

After the healthcare reform bill passed the House, she asks:
Are we now in a world where there is absolutely no recourse to the tyranny of the majority?
Oh, fuck off. Tyranny? Tyranny implies some kind of oppression.

I know, I know. You don't want health insurance, but too bad, you're getting it anyway. This does not make you oppressed and it doesn't make the guy who gave it to you a tyrant.

Get over yourself, man.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Thoughts on the Continuing Tea Party Nonsense

The worst thing about the Tea Party protesters isn't their ignorance, or their racism, or their bad manners.

It's their annoying sense of self-importance. No, you're not going to start a new revolution. No, you're not going to remake American politics in your own image. No, you're not going to bring the Republicans to heel or scare the Democrats.

This is what you will do, however:

You will vote Republican. Nope, a third party insurgency is not in the cards, and even if it were, the Republicans are going to do so much pandering for the Tea Party vote that they'll probably get it.

I'm looking at you, Mitt Romney.

You will, also, continue to marginalize yourselves with your hysterical rhetoric and incoherent flailing. Bet on it: In a couple years, you'll be back to calling yourself a regular old Republican, and you may look back on your brief flirtation with the Tea Parties as a little embarrassing.

The Tea Parties are a fad that will fade, not the bedrock of a new grass roots political power. The sooner you admit it, the better off we'll all be.

It's said that the biggest threat to the drug gangs of South and Central America is full legalization. In the same vein, the biggest threat to the Tea Party movement is a Republican resurgence.

Why No Bloggy?

La Casa Del Jaime has been in disarray since Monday, when I somewhat blithely decided to start renovating my living room.

I'm not knocking down walls or anything, but I am painting them. The red walls? They're now primer white and most likely to stay that way. (Boring, sure, but brighter.)

The floor is getting a make-over too. The soiled rug defaced by dogs is gone. In its place, once I install it, will be a floating wood laminate floor.

It's been a lot of work (do you know how many coats of primer it takes to cover up fire engine red?) and it's not done yet, but I'm making progress.