So, here we are. The Day After the Most Important Election in History. At least that’s what CNN says. Granted, they would hype a school board race in Perry County if they thought it would get ratings. I am confused, though… wasn’t 2008 The Most Important Election in History? Either way, the political sheeple are eating it up like Joey Chesnutt scarfing wieners at a Nathan’s hot dog eating contest.

I know this because I used to be one of the political sheeple.

Here’s a news flash:

It doesn’t matter that Barack Obama won.

Does. Not. Matter. One. Bit.

The world will continue to revolve. People will still go to work, worry about the economy, raise a family, try to make ends meet, and continue to live. The only immediate impact of the Obama win is that a boatload of Republicans have retreated to lick their wounds and rail about electoral sabotage and dirty tricks.

Politics is a funny business. We have citizens who think it’s the greatest travesty ever visited on the country that George W. Bush was elected twice. And that if Al Gore or John Kerry had been elected, well, the country would have been that better off and everywhere you’d look, there’d be unicorns shitting gold bars in the streets, free for the taking.

We have citizens who think the same thing about Bill Clinton’s presidency. That if Bush the first had been reelected or Bob Dole had won in 1996, well it would all be good. No recessions, and all that money would trickle down to us poor folks. Voodoo economics, indeed.

Fact is, neither side is right, and neither side is wrong. We view these elections through the “what’s in it for me” lens. What about what’s in it for the country? Has any one of these cretins actually given a shit about the country as a whole? I think not. I hear Barack Obama talking about hope and change and peace and love and dope and god knows what else. I heard Mitt Romney yakking about how he knows how to run things and people need to get back to work and no more welfare and all that rot.

I call bovine scatology.

Lets look at facts. The country is falling apart. The infrastructure is crumbling. Everywhere you look, moral decay, overcrowded prisons, government and other groups monitoring what you do with your body and in your bedroom, schools focused on standardized test scores rather than making sure kids actually learn anything useful, zero tolerance, massive overspending on a broken educational system, unions bitching that they aren’t getting a big enough raise, an increasingly litigious society that thinks it has the constitutional right to be stupid and then has the chutzpah to think the smarter part of society owes it, skyrocketing health care costs and a shrinking middle class shouldering a larger and larger portion of the tax burden.

Where does it end?

Bad news, folks. It will only end when we stop the petty bickering and actually elect some folks who just want to go to Washington, do what they were elected to do, and get the hell out of there.

SPW has said that her political party hasn’t been invented yet. The Personal Responsibility Party. What a concept. Imagine someone shooting themselves in the hand with a nail gun and instead of suing Black & Decker, they say, “Whoops… My bad.” Don’t expect to be handsomely rewarded if you slip on your neighbor’s sidewalk… It’s icy, dumbass. Think maybe it might be a little slippery? Or did you not know that ice was slippery because it wasn’t on the standardized test? Maybe if people would man up and take some responsibility, it might be a different story.

Proud to be part of this 1%

I saw something on Facebook this morning where someone wrote, “Let the healing begin…” We shouldn’t need to be so divided that we need to heal over an election where the candidates are basically opposite sides of the same coin. I heard all sorts of Romney-ites saying that a vote for anyone other than Mittens was a vote for BHO. I disagree. It’s my vote and I voted for what I felt would best benefit the country. I was told that if I voted third-party, I was wasting my vote. Bull. I voted with my conscience.

It’s no secret I have no love for BHO. I think he’s a charlatan issuing empty promises, using one hand to distract the people while using the other to twist the public teat until it’s purple. It’s no secret I harbored similar feelings toward W, though not for the same reason. Each of them has sullied the office, and despite all that, I still respect the office, even if I have trouble respecting the officeholder.

So, you probably wonder what I would do if it were up to me to fix. Here’s my summation of my ideas and the best ideas I’ve seen in social media:

  • Election season would be six months. No more, no less.’
  • Election financing would be provided on an equal basis to each candidate. NO PRIVATE DONATIONS. There would also be a spending cap set by law.
  • All primary elections would take place on the same day.
  • All general elections would take place on the same day. No early voting. Polls would be open longer hours to serve the voters.
  • News outlets would be prohibited BY LAW from predicting winners. This practice can have an effect on an election and discourage West Coast voters from going to the poll if it seems one candidate has a large lead.
  • Instead of campaign advertising, each candidate would be given the opportunity to provide a position statement on a given that would be read, verbatim, by a news anchor, without commentary.
  • One debate each month.

Is it ever going to happen? Not as long as politicians are politicians, but imagine a civilized campaign. And no phone calls from Chuck Norris, Clint Eastwood, Michelle Obama or anyone else. Blessed silence.

This is my last political post/rant for a while. I hope I am proven wrong and the next four years are prosperous for our nation.

I hope.

(the following post contains a rant with profanity… please proceed with caution)

When I see some kind of gaffe in someone’s writing, I often think, “Why didn’t the author think how that might be construed?”

Never thought it would happen to me.

I was viewing the blog stats, which I do periodically, and looked at what people are searching for that led them to my blog. Now, many of you have read my stories of Gratuitously Naked Guy and his lack of a towel. What I thought was a humorous anecdote, well, here’s the search listings:

Think I might need to refer less to GNG in the future.

Next topic is car dealer service departments…

No matter what you take your car in for, they always want to chisel a few more dollars out of you. For example, I took Mario the Super Honda into the local dealership for an oil change. They called and said they recommended a tire rotation and balancing. Now, I just had the tires rotated a month ago at the place I bought the tires, so I said, “That’s funny… I just had the tires rotated and balanced a month ago.”

Dead silence.

Then, “Well, they seem to have different tread depths.”

Me: “That’s funny… I bought all four tires at the same time.”

Them: “Oh. Well, your battery is getting weak.”

Me: “Oh, OK. I’ll install a new one.”

Them: “We can do that for you.”

Me: “I know, but I can do it, too.”

Sigh.

I get the wanting to be profitable, but times are tough out there. If I can buy a battery for $100 and put it in myself, why should I pay them $300 to install it? They get $95/hour to work on your car. I don’t make $95/hour. Most people don’t. These are the same people who tell me the car needs a full alignment. Every time. They usually back off when I point out that they did a full alignment in May when I had it inspected.

(Image courtesy of world-crisis.net)

Finally, election phone calls. I understand the need to get out and vote. It’s an essential part of the process. I don’t understand the need for the artillery barrage of robo-calls from celebrity endorsers. I was waiting for Honey Boo-Boo to call and tell me to vote for whoever she’s endorsing. I get the newspaper endorsements… I get party and organized labor endorsements. I don’t get why we care who (insert self-important celebrity here) endorses. I especially get irked when I see it reported as mainstream news… I mean when the CNN talking head trumpets that “Kim Kardashian supports Obama!”, I wonder about that, since Kim probably can’t spell Obama in the first place. Have we become so obsessed with celebrity in this country that it really matters? I actually think that country singer Brad Paisley said it best in his song “Celebrity”:

 

Someday I’m gonna be famous. Do I have talents? Well, no. These days you don’t really need it, thanks to reality shows.

OK… so there you have it. I’ll leave you with my final words. Get out and vote today. If you are of legal age and citizenship status, that is. Unless you’re in Chicago, in which case, vote as many times as you can. I’m sure my guy’s not going to win, but I’ll be damned if I’ll waste my vote on the current occupant or on Mittens. One has promised the world and failed to deliver (and yes, I know he’s only one guy and he can’t control everything, but it would be nice if he’d man up and admit he screwed the pooch) and the other, well, about the best thing you can say is that he’s not the current occupant. Both of them ran billion dollar campaigns. That’s billion. With a “B”. Where’d they get that much scratch? The short answer is from the rich people who both candidates claim to detest. From Wall Street. From the lawyers and lobbyists and influence peddlers. From the celebrities.

Now imagine, if instead of spending beaucoup cash to buy influence, they donated the money to people who could actually use it. Those affected by Sandy or other natural disasters. You know, people actually helping people instead of  funneling the money through the most inefficient bureaucracy in human history with a lot of it being diverted to line the pockets of the fat cats. The priorities in this country are so fucked up it’s astounding. Instead of The Donald promising $5 million to whatever charity, how about he sends one of his people to the local Home Depot, buys a shitload of gift cards, and passes them out to people who need a hand… who have lost everything? I guess if that was done, it couldn’t be claimed as a tax deduction. What a joke.

“Brian,” you say, “you’re living in a fantasy world. You’re wishing for a Utopia.”

Naaah. Maybe a country less divided. Maybe a cultural shift to where we can respect one another’s opinion without taking it as a personal insult if someone else disagrees with you. Although the media wants us to be at each other’s throats and offended by everything so they have something to report, we still have a RIGHT to OUR OWN OPINIONS! I might not (and probably won’t) agree with what Barbra Streisand or Rush Limbaugh have to say, but I will defend the right to say whatever drivel they can dream up.

OK… rant over. Now get out and vote! You still have 30 minutes on the east coast.

I’ve posted a lot about cooking over the span of time I’ve worked on this blog. I’ve shared some of my recipes, I’ve shared some dishes that I really liked. I was thinking that a post about some stuff I’m planning on trying to make might be a good idea. Ideally, I would make a vlog of it… I still might.

I hope mine will look this good.

The big one I want to tackle is jambalaya. I’ve liked Cajun cooking for some time… especially since we have a well-regarded Cajun restaurant within shouting distance of us. I like alligator and blackened catfish and the unique spice blends in that style of cooking. Ironically, I never tried to make jambalaya. That will change. I’d like to make it with shrimp and chicken, since alligator is a little hard to come by around here. I’d also like to find where I can get the best andouille sausage.

It’s also time to make some of my halfway famous clam chowder and beer chili. Dishes like these go well in the colder months… it’s hard to appreciate a good, thick soup when it’s 90 degrees outside.

Cookies!

I also need to do some baking. My coworkers usually appreciate when I do a batch of chocolate chip cookies. I tend to make mine on the soft side and they get very puffy. I work with a Nestle Toll House recipe that I tweaked… use 2 1/2 cups of flour and instead of butter, I use Imperial margarine. The butter does add a slightly richer taste, but I like the way the margarine helps the dough rise. The extra flour stiffens the cookies enough that they don’t get limp. I also make sure I whisk the dry ingredients together and add slowly to the wet. That’s mainly due to the fact I don’t like to clean up the flour spillage afterward.

The other key ingredient is the chocolate chips themselves. I only use semi-sweet chips. I find the milk chocolate chips to be too sweet and the white ones just look freaky. As for brand, you can’t go wrong with Nestle and I’ve also had success with Trader Joe’s brand and Wegman’s brand chips. Not a huge fan of the Hershey branded chips and using M&Ms is like using milk chocolate chips.

Supportive Partner Woman (Excellent baker!) also likes to make her granny’s cut out cookies. These are really thin, very crispy and very omnomnom. There’s something like 8 cups of flour in them, it’s carb central, but damn. I like that they are not too overtly sweet, but just crazy good. SPW (Crafter of yummy soups!) has also announced plans for a batch of her cream of chicken orzo soup. Yay!

So, yes, autumn usually brings a cooking frenzy to the Nerd Lair kitchens. Pictures will accompany these delectable noms, and maybe some video on how we make them. It would certainly be something different. Granted, they say the camera adds 10 pounds. Better get my tubby ass to the gym more often. I know these might not be the healthiest things ever (cookies? seriously?) but the jambalaya can be made healthier by substituting turkey sausage and brown rice, as well as no salt broth. I make the clam chowder with fat-free half and half as well. As for the chili, well, the beef gets drained of excess fat before it even gets added to the chili. I suppose I could use a bottle of light beer, but, naaah. Recipe calls for beer, not swill.

Most recipes can be adapted to be healthier without giving away a huge amount of taste. Remember… spices are your friends.

 

Random thought…

Posted: November 4, 2012 in family, friends

This might be my shortest post ever… Just wanted to say that life is fleeting. Good people go too soon. Make sure that you don’t regret not spending the time with them. When they’re gone, they’re gone.

Free Saturdays

Posted: November 3, 2012 in family, Weather

This will be a short post… Just want to keep my streak going. I’m trying to post something every day in November.

Wound up having today off. Not a bad deal, but I was actually hoping to work today. Extra overtime is always a good thing. Alas, the employer saw clear to say ixnay on the orkway.

So, Supportive Partner Woman (survivor of the dog and pony show!) and I headed to our ancestral stomping grounds of Berks County, PA. Dropped her to visit her parents and I went to my mother’s house to do my good deed for the day and take out her window screens. That’s all of abut 20 minutes of actual work, so I took the time to BS with her before fetching SPW and taking her to work. I also managed to move some stuff down to the Nerd Lair that’s been hanging around the hallway for a year. I need to be better on taking care of that stuff.

Only downside is I somehow came down with a headache the approximate size of the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex. Took a nap, but it’s still lingering.

So there… My day in a nutshell. I didn’t do a lot, but never underestimate the value of seeing the family.

So, I made it back for a regular gym session this afternoon. It was good. Very good. I also made my long-awaited return to the treadmill. I didn’t kill it… I’m way out of practice. I managed 2.8 mph for 18 minutes. Not bad, seeing as I haven’t been on it since the last time Stubby misbehaved. I hope to add to the time and speed in the coming days. I have another vacation to get ready for.

I said it was good. It was, especially after the day I had. I got handed a job that should’ve taken a few minutes to complete. On the surface. Turns out, nothing but problems. I got it done after the time I was supposed to leave and had to bust ass to get to my appointment on time. About the only thing I didn’t encounter to slow me up was an Amish buggy. I hit red lights, pretentious asshats in Beamers, the proverbial driverless Cadillac, and the slow elevator. After that, I was bound and determined to have a good workout.

Sugar was up a little. Who am I kidding? It’s been up. Today was due to stress. Four hours after lunch, it was 164. When I was done, I stuck a 103. I’m good with that. In addition to the treadmill, I did the arc trainer and elliptical. I also did strength, which really isn’t a problem. I always feel good after lifting.

Rather than go right home, I elected to stick around for support group. Apparently, Dr. McPhee is making crab cakes. I love crab cakes, and if they are prepared in a healthy manner, it’s one cake I can still enjoy. I’ll be interested to see the recipe… Always like to get hold of decent recipes. If the cakes are good,I’llqbe sure to pass it along to you.

The group session room is really nice. They have video screens, and a spacious demo kitchen. The meetings usually include a talk by a dietitian or exercise guru, followed by a cooking demo and a chance to talk to others in my predicament. The first one I attended, I had to cut short, as I was due back at work. This time, I took the time to listen and really learned a lot from listening to the various people. Some of what I picked up? Morphine can make you nauseous. The minty protein shakes are pretty tasty and can be gotten cheaper at the doctor’s office than buying online. Oh, and if you play your cards right, you might get the phone number of a hot nurse with a twin sister. Not that I’d need to know that, though. Right, honey?

Honey? (crickets chirping)

I’m sure she just stepped out for a minute. I hope.

One of the highlights of the session is toward the beginning of the meeting. They ring up a success story. Someone shares what their journey has been like, showing before and after pictures and sharing why they started down the road. It’s actually pretty inspiring. They also unveiled the Wall of Fame, where folks who are 1 year post op have their before and after photos posted. Amazing stuff.

So, anyway… it’s Friday now and I’ve got a full day of work ahead of me and very little time to sleep. I’m also scheduled to work Saturday. My wallet likes those Saturdays, but my mind usually doesn’t. I did manage to get the sump pump cover resealed, the dehumidifier running and some stuff put away. I’ll do more tonight. After all, it’s like weight loss… doesn’t happen overnight. I also think that I’ll try to get to the rec after work… Gratuitously Naked Guy be damned.

Song of the Day: Mexico – Jimmy Buffett

Currently Reading: The Panther – Nelson DeMille

It’s Thursday. Or Thor’s Day if you prefer.

I survived Halloween and Supportive Partner Woman (Enlightened!)’s birthday. I mainly did this by sitting in the basement and watching disaster miniseries on Netflix. The quantity of recognizable names that wind up in these epics is staggering. The one I was watching last night, Category 7, was like a Who’s who of B-listers, has-beens and never will bes. You had Gina Gershon (as the director of FEMA… seriously), James Brolin, Robert Wagner, Tom Skerritt (basically channeling his character from Top Gun), Shannen Doherty, and Randy Quaid. The cheese factor alone is epic.

SPW and I have a bunch of work to do to get the Nerd Lair back into full commission. I started by reconnecting all the AV equipment. Luckily everything works, and I didn’t need to rebalance the speakers. Tonight’s project will be to reseal the sump pump hole and start the dehumidifier again. SPW has returned the LPs to their storage spot, and we’ll just keep doing what we’re doing until it’s all back where it belongs.

This would seem to be what Gratuitously Naked Guy is looking for…

The food challenges continue. Working an opposite shift from SPW is a challenge. I’m taking my first step tonight. I have an exercise session in the afternoon rather than the morning and that will should keep me from overdoing it at dinner. Since Wayne is healed up, I should be able to go back to the rec and get serious again. I should just go every day after work and get it over with. As to why I haven’t? I’m think I am a little afraid that Gratuitously Naked Guy will want to strike up a conversation with his junk dangling uncomfortably close to my face as I’m tying my shoes.

I’ll keep you posted on how it goes. Just need to recommit to the path I was on. It’s way too easy to go off track without the support being so close at hand.

Song of the Day: Fire and Rain – James Taylor

Currently Reading: The Panther – Nelson DeMille

Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.  – Mark Twain

 

Happy Halloween!

Roller coaster at Seaside Heights was inundated

I’m trying to get the blog back on track after a couple days of storm-related posts. It’s still nasty out there, especially for those folks in New York and on the Jersey shore… basically anyone without power. Supportive Partner Woman (Birthday girl!) and I went to Lowe’s to return the extra sump pump yesterday and they had signs up saying that their generator stock had been shipped to New York. Kudos to them for getting units to where they are needed.

In honor of the wedding anniversary and SPW’s burfday, we opted to go to Red Lobster for crab legs. We behaved… no soup, and I had salad, broccoli and a pound of crab legs. The caloric impact of the crab legs is only 180, 40g of protein, but there’s 1,500 mg of sodium. Yikes. I have to think that some of that’s in the drawn butter that I don’t use. The broccoli isn’t bad and actually is steamed perfectly. I also get the salad with the dressing on the side and I just dip the tines of the fork in the dressing. Taste, and not a lot of calories and fat.

As an aside, one of the great benefits of my job is that we get CNN shoved down our throats in all the break rooms. The highlight is that sandwiched between hack “journalists” like Anderson Cooper and general sleazebags like Piers Morgan, you get to see the advertisements. Saw one yesterday that totally cracked me up:

I guess it’s better than the early morning ads for onlinebootycall.com.

Anyways, folks… I hope to return to a more focused approach over the next few days. In the meantime, if you are in the areas still impacted by that tropical bitch, Sandy, stay safe. We’re thinking of you.

Song of the Day: We Go On – Kellie Coffey

Currently Reading: The Panther – Nelson DeMille

Bad things do happen in the world, like war, natural disasters, disease. But out of those situations always arise stories of ordinary people doing extraordinary things. – Daryn Kagan

Hoboken, NJ PATH station being inundated with flood water from Sandy

First of all, I’d like to say that my heart goes out to those impacted by the superstorm known as Sandy. To see the devastation wrought along the coastlines and in New York has been sobering indeed. My sympathies to those who suffered personal injury or property damage, and my thoughts are with fire/rescue and police personnel tasked with leading the rescue and cleanup efforts. The visuals splashed across the screen by the media were chilling enough. We had tunnels under the East River being flooded, a construction crane collapse, and an explosion at a ConEd facility.

We were fortunate at MOASTBFFG HQ in that we suffered no real damage. Yes, the wind did manage to drive water in around the garage door and the storm door, but as of this morning, no flooding or structural damage to report. In the immediate area, there were some 5,000 homes without power and the local river cresting a few feet over flood stage. Fortunately, the Susquehanna did not flood, as it did last year.

Leads to the point that you never know what will happen. Meteorological events can be notoriously hard to predict and we are often faced with making choices based on the data we have. For SPW and I, well, we saw the predictions and remembered last year’s flooding and opted to take the time and prepare. Luckily, our worst fears did not come to fruition. The next time, we will take similar precautions, even though we didn’t need to do all that we did.

In the weight loss front, I cancelled my exercise session yesterday. I didn’t want to, but I felt I needed to be home, just in case. Other than that, not the greatest food week I ever had. I was nervous about the storm and just lacking focus in general. SPW and I managed to come up with a nice dinner option on Sunday evening. I made the mushroom risotto I described the other week (with no-salt stock) and made oven-roasted horseradish crusted beef tenderloin. It’s so easy to make… slather horseradish on a hunk of beef and throw it in the oven at 350 until it’s done.

At any rate, I’d just like to mention that today, SPW and I are celebrating our eighth wedding anniversary. I’m lucky in that I married someone who had become my best friend. I look forward to many more years together.

I might also add that she deserves a medal for putting up with me.

Just sayin.

Song of the Day: Where Were You Hiding When the Storm Broke? – The Alarm

I have to think that sociologists would have a field day studying the behaviors of people who are in the path of a severe storm. Maybe they could finally answer the question of why, when there’s going to be a major snowstorm, people rush to the store to buy bread, eggs and milk. I’m pretty sure that everyone is not making French toast. Besides, without cinnamon and sugar, I’m pretty sure the French toast would suck.

Not the best place to be

Seriously, though… we here at Chez T are directly in the path of Hurricane Sandy (that bitch) and we are doing our best to prepare and stay safe. I usually dismiss storm warnings as oversensationalism from the media, but in this case I’m taking it seriously. Why my change of heart? Tropical storm Lee in 2011.

There had been all sorts of hype the week before Lee about Hurricane Irene. Irene came and went and other than a lot of rain, no real impact. Lee came along and that was just a little too much. Our trusty sump pump gave up the ghost after pretty much running non-stop for three days and just like that, the Nerd Lair was under three inches of water. It was funny… I had taken a half day vacation to keep an eye on things and it had seemed that everything was OK, so I went to work. I received a call from Supportive Partner Woman (Mermaid?) 45 minutes later informing me that the SS Nerd Lair was in danger of sinking. I rushed home, stopping at Home Depot to buy whatever I could find that resembled a pump. I wound up with a submersible pool cover pump… but it was a pump. I arrived home, fully expecting to deploy Commodore Furious (SPW’s name for me when I get pissed is usually Captain Furious)… since it was flooding, I elected to go with a nautical theme. Instead, I only had to commission Ensign Furious.

Point is, a slight tap to the float switch started the sump pump right up and the water was pretty much cleared within a couple hours. We ran fans and blowers for about two weeks and damage was minimal. This time around, I’m not so sure we will escape so easily. To make a long story short… if the power stays on, we should be OK. If not, we’re pretty much hosed.

So, if you are in the path of Sandy, please take precautions. Hope for the best, but plan for the worst. Keep flashlights and batteries handy. Make sure you have non-perishable food and a supply of potable water. Keep water in the tub to flush the toilet. Keep you electronics charged. If you are fortunate enough to have a generator, don’t run it indoors.

In short, be smart and protect yourself. Your life is worth more than your possessions.

Song of the Day: Rock You Like a Hurricane – Scorpions

Currently Reading: Isaac’s Storm – Erik Larson

Weather-related quote of the day:

Anyone who says they’re not afraid at the time of a hurricane is either a fool or a liar, or a little bit of both. – Anderson Cooper