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Worst of all from this point of view are those more uncivilized forms of eating, like licking an ice cream cone–a catlike activity that has been made acceptable in informal America but that still offends those who know eating in public is offensive. … Eating on the street–even when undertaken, say, because one is between appointments and has no other time to eat–displays [a] lack of self-control: It beckons enslavement to the belly. … Lacking utensils for cutting and lifting to mouth, he will often be seen using his teeth for tearing off chewable portions, just like any animal. … This doglike feeding, if one must engage in it, ought to be kept from public view, where, even if we feel no shame, others are compelled to witness our shameful behavior.

-Leon Kass, in a Report on Bio-fucking-ethics via The New Republic

Funny “uh oh” not funny “ha ha”

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It has literally be five months since anyone has gone food shopping.  We’d consumed just about everything to the point where I was marinading 4 month old venison  in Italian dressing and Arby’s Horsey Sauce to serve with broccoli florets emancipated from a solid block of ice.  Today that ended.  And it was good.  I repeatedly looked at things on the shelves and said to myself “that looks good” or “I’ll enjoy broiling that”, I’d then look at my AmEx card, and place the item in the card while giggling like a school girl.  I repeated this from about produce to cereal before it wore off, it again return when I found cheese and ice cream that were buy one get one free.

I brought in the food and immediately had some yogurt, a pickle and 3 pieces of fruit.  I was saddened that there were more things I wanted to consume but couldn’t due to insufficient stomach capacity when I noticed that the walls of my kitchen featured cabinetry I could use for storage, thus allowing me to consume them later! How did no one think of this previously?

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Apparently my site is built on a burial ground of some sort.  TWiT discussed the Internet Archive and their book scanning efforts shuffled into openlibrary.org (which is just an amazing effort to index all that has been written, Brewster Kahle‘s behind it, it will happen).  Anyway, I waybackmachined SuburbanAdventure and found this beast from 2002.

 The Suburban Adventure Group is dedicated to challenging the athlete or weekend warrior in all of us and to bring back that feeling of being able to run and play forever, without having to leave your back yard

I believe I’ve taken this to another degree to “without having to enter the backyard”.  I’m stunned though, that this page used ASP which at the time was a bit poorly developed, like using PHP in 96 or so.  I wonder how far this page will stand linkrot and time.

Otherwise I’ve spent the day being angry at news outlets that spent Memorial Day praising veterans rather than the dead.  I do the same on Veterans day when they do the reverse.

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One of the benefits of perpetual sobriety is having crystal clear memories of what your friends do while inebriated.

This incident is the delightful intersection of alcohol and technology. My brother has used Yahoo! Mail for years but has hit up against its storage limit and wanted to switch to something, after two 40s I convinced him and he tried registering but was stopped by the CAPTCHA which he fudged a key and had to try again.  Each got progressively harder until he had something like “o0Ol|1q9p” or another of its ilk that so frustrated me when I played Nintendo.

Good to know that Google has systems in place not only to stop spam-bots but also moderates the BAC of those using its services.

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Whilst taking my garbage out yesterday I heard a rustling in the Blue Spruce next to the garbage cans.  My cat jumped about 8 feet to the group with a Blue Jay in his mouth.  Having killed a baby fox and fended of its parent I wasn’t terribly stunned that he killed it so much as caught it.  Blue Jays are the fire alarms of the forest and tend to call if a leaf falls.

This only furthers my hypothesis that we don’t have a cat so much as a geriatric dwarf mountain lion.

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I found a Google ad for Down with Pinatas, a group that advocates against pinatas and their violent heritage.  The statistics page is wonderful.  I’m assuming this is farce but it was a google ad.  Why would someone pay to have a farce site promoted?  Viral marketing?  Bet?  I don’t know.  But if you scroll to the bottom of the page there’s a very small smiley.  Intriguing…

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I’ve been doing some investigation into the EPA over the last year or so and found an amazing opinion from the Circuit Court for DC regarding daily pollution rates. The EPA had said that “Daily” was merely a construct and pollution could be calculated on a seasonal or annual basis. The Court shot back with the following:

“Daily” connotes “every day.” See Webster’s Third
New International Dictionary 570 (1993) (defining “daily” to
mean “occurring or being made, done, or acted upon every
day”). Doctors making daily rounds would be of little use to
their patients if they appeared seasonally or annually. And no
one thinks of “[g]ive us this day our daily bread” as a prayer for
sustenance on a seasonal or annual basis. Matthew 6:11 (King
James).

I have no idea how to properly cite this so I’m just going to link to the original.