"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
Hit ‘im up!
EDIT: fixed the silly typo in the title; fixed the annoying not-a-link. (Thanks for the tipoff, Rich)
I signed up for the freebie. Waited a couple hours. Went back and checked, and sure enough, it had recorded and mapped some of the visitors to this blog. I could CLICk on the Satellite link and view a low-rez pic (or map) of whence the visitor had come.
Of course, when I checked, in the same time frame Statcounter had noted the IP addresses of 10.5 times as many unique visitors… EDIT: akk. My math is hampered something fierce when I’m coffee-deprived (well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it). True numbers fro m statcounter showed nearly 15X as many unique visitors in the same time frame. See comments.
So, neat idea, but not as neat as GoogleEarth. (WARNING! The link is to the latest setup file for the standalone application, GoogleEarth, which, even in the free version, is MUCh more capable than a Google map/satellite search on the web. SO, if you want to try it out—Windows only—RIGHT-CLICK the link and Save As… the n scan it with your anti-virus software, etc.)
Well, Just Almost in Time is what MessySoft’s aiming for with its update—today—of its Malware Removal Tool to remove the “Zotob” worm family.
Yeh, yeh. M$ released a security patch juuust (barely) before a worm to exploit a M$-created hole hit. And yeh, if users and IT departments had been on the ball, there woulda been NO impact.
But. The day before M$ released a security patch, my anti-virus software updated with yet another (of several earlier) sigfiles to prevent a “Zotob” worm infection. So, unpatched or not, I was protected. By a lil Czech company. Before MessySoft even got around to “fixing” the problem.
Made ya think, didn’t I? What is “odd” about this recipe? (Or, rather, what’s more odd than usual about this recipe? heh)
Ever wonder what to do with odd chicken parts? The way I learned to cut up a chicken from my mom and both grandmothers (who all did it in pretty much the same way), I’m usually left holding some pieces with notalotta meat and a whole heckuva lotta bones: the neck, a coupla different pieces of the back; you know, a lotta trouble for a little meat.
Mother’s solution was to save all these “extras” in the freezer, then, every now and then, pull out a bagful and boil up some chicken stock, then assign one of us kids to bone the necks and backs—really dig out all the tiny lil pieces of meat, which could then be used in making chicken soups, chicken and dumplings, casseroles, chicken salad/sandwich spread, etc.
Well, that still works, but I prefer using my pressure cooker.
Bottom of prssure cooker: odd ends of onions, carrots, celery, etc. (odd ends and pieces frozen and saved for making stock, etc.—you do do that, don’t you? :-).Maybe some garlic and other herbs or spices to your taste. Dump in “odd” chicken parts. A lil salt and lotsa freshly ground pepper. Maybe a half cuppa water. Cook under high pressure for about 10 minutes, then remove from heat and run cold water over the pressure cooker to depressurize it. Remove the chicken and store in the fridge to cool. Strain and store the stock in the fridge. (You can easily skim the fat off later if that’s a concern.)
When the chicken’s cooled in the fridge, take it out and debone it. (Why do “debone” and “bone” mean the same thing? Is it like “flammable” and “inflammable”? I am soooo confused!)
Now, you can make one of my fav sandwich spreads. And it’s sooooo easy you’ll not begrudge all the drudgery of getting enough freshly-cooked, juicy chicken by cooking and deboning necks and backs and unmentionables, oh my!
Ingredients only: no amounts. (This is what makes it sooo good—no matter what I say here, you’ll feel completely free to take this as a skeletal framework and fill in as you wish. 🙂
Combine all the stuff above in proportions that suit your taste and then cover the resultant (oh so good) mess and store it in the fridge for a few hours.
Variations/additional ingredient suggestions:
halved grapes
cooked, crumbled bacon
shredded cheese (If you do this, consider NOT using the mayo and adding enough cheese to make a grilled chicken salad sandwich work! Great in one of those lil hot sandwich presses.)
Bread, leaf lettuce and spread. A good sammich, eh?
Get creative with this and let me know how it goes, eh?
“If all mankind minus one were of one opinion, and only one person were of the contrary opinion, mankind would be no more justified in silencing that one person, than he, if he had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind.â€â€”JSM, On Freedom
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See my clock over in the sidebar? I’ve been meaning to thank Woody at Woody’s News and Views for being where I found it. Lotsa other good stuff there, too. Thanks, Woody!
“For God’s Sake, Please Stop the Aid!“
That’s Kenyan economist James Shikwati speaking.
“… it has to be the Kenyans themselves who help these people. When there’s a drought in a region of Kenya, our corrupt politicians reflexively cry out for more help. This call then reaches the United Nations World Food Program — which is a massive agency of apparatchiks who are in the absurd situation of, on the one hand, being dedicated to the fight against hunger while, on the other hand, being faced with unemployment were hunger actually eliminated.”
(“apparatchiks”—now that’s telling it straight!)
Just read it all.
Then read, Let Africa Sink by Kim du Toit. One piece of macabre humor from Let Africa Sink:
My favorite African story actually happened after I left the country. An American executive took a job over there, and on his very first day, the newspaper headlines read: “Three Headless Bodies Found”.
The next day: “Three Heads Found”.
The third day: “Heads Don’t Match Bodies”.
You can’t make this stuff up.
Just read it. Now, what was that I was saying about “Killing with ‘kindness'”? (Yeh, Daniel Patrick Moynihan tried to warn us about our social welfare programs doing just that… to blacks in this country… more than 40 years ago.)
Curmudgeon mode: ON
Ever notice that sometimes it’s the little things that are most irritating?
“Big things” are sometimes—sometimes—less of an irritant than little things. Threre’s a BIG difference between the death of a loved one and someone pulling out into traffic and driving slowly in front of folks who have sonmewhere to go. The death of a loved on isn’t irritating, though. And, really, we all know that we and our loved ones will die one day, but there’s no excuse for pulling out into traffic and driving slowly… (I just irritated myself by misspelling “traffic”. Twice. Ick. Misspelled “driving” too. *sigh*)
🙂
One of the “little things” I find to be irritating is when I ask someone why they did such and so and they essentially tell me, “The King of Spain told me to do [something completely irrelevant to your question].”
Huh? I didn’t ask you about [something completely irrelevant], I asked you about such and so. And what does your stated reason have to do with anything under the sun?
It’s as though with their answer they were saying,
1.) “Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah [fingers in ears], nahhhht listening to you.”
2.) “You’re so stupid, you’ll never notice my answer is complete nonsense.”
3.) “Huh? If this is Tuesday [or Wednesday, Thursday, Friday… etc.], I must have my head up my… ”
4.) “Hey! Ever seen my impression of Edgar Allan Poe on Prozac? ‘Pretty bird… ‘.”
…or any combo of the above.
*sigh*
If someone doesn’t want to answer a question, the honest way to deal with it is, “I don’t want to answer that.” If they don’t understand the question, “Could you rephrase that?” If they didn’t hear it, “Could you repeat the question?”
Babbling nonsense is insulting.
But slowly, very slowly, I am learning that pointing out to such people what they have done is useless, a complete waste of my time. (Not a waste of their, cos they’re already doing that.)
Well, since it’s August and I’ve already seen Christmas products out in one store (yep: there’s another rant), perhaps I can let Bill Engvall talk about some “little” irritants and a program to address them:
‘But if you want me to know you again, ma’am, for certain sure,’ said Curdie, ‘could you not give me some sign, or tell me something about you that never changes – or some other way to know you, or thing to know you by?’
‘No, Curdie; that would be to keep you from knowing me. You must know me in quite another way from that. It would not be the least use to you or me either if I were to make you know me in that way. It would be but to know the sign of Me – not to know me myself. it would be no better than if I were to take this emerald out of my crown and give it to you to take home with you, and you were to call it me, and talk to it as if it heard and saw and loved you. Much good that would do you, Curdie! No; you must do what you can to know me, and if you do, you will. You shall see me again in very different circumstances from these, and, I will tell you so much, it may be in a very different shape. But come now, I will lead you out of this cavern; my good Joan will be getting too anxious about you. One word more: you will allow that the men knew little what they were talking about this morning, when they told all those tales of Old Mother Wotherwop; but did it occur to you to think how it was they fell to talking about me at all? It was because I came to them; I was beside them all the time they were talking about me, though they were far enough from knowing it, and had very little besides foolishness to say.’
It was precisely this kind of allegory that led Tolkien, C.S. Lewis and others to draw inspiration from George MacDonald’s works.