Lesson Learned

OK, so I kinda knew that one set of bottles I’d put away a little over a week ago had been slightly “over-charged” since, besides the same amount of sugar “charge” as all the other bottles, they also contained a goodly amount of trub that was likely to contain a bit more yeast the sugar could reactivate.

Oh, “lesson learned”? Don’t open one of “those” bottles while sitting at a computer. Screen, keyboard drawer, keyboard: all liberally sprayed by some hyper-carbonation. *heh*

Cleanup was delicious, though.

Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind: Easily Gulled… Because It Wants to Be

Why was the Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind and the Leftard Blogosphere so quick to rush to judgement (yeh, yeh, I know Noah Webster thought the first “e” superfluous, but I simply do not agree) on the suicide of Bill Sparkman, blaming it–if only by implication–on “right wing extremists” like… Glenn Beck? (That puppy?!? *sheesh!*) Well, of course they all had good reason to suspect foul play from the redneck Appalachian right wing extremists! How much electronic ink will now be given by those same Hivemind members to the now established fact that SParkman faked his own “homicide” and apologies for the Hivemind’s earlier spew of anti-right hate ? Not much, given the kind of waffling excuses now offered by the Hivemind,

Appalachia has long had an image of being wary of and sometimes hostile toward strangers. Incidents such as the September 1967 shooting of Canadian filmmaker Hugh O’Connor, who was gunned down by an enraged landowner while making a documentary on poverty in nearby Letcher County, have done nothing to dispel such notions. [emphasis added]

Wow. An incident 42 years ago, kept alive as a major reason the Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind thinks of Appalachia as “hostile toward strangers”. Now, that makes sense. In the cacotopic1 world of Orwell’s 1984. One of the Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind’s own was shot for being where he definitely did not belong, was not invited and was not welcome, while being a nosy parker. That sounds more like a righteous shooting to me (especially since the guy had been told to leave the property owner’s property and had put up an argument, had a crew with him, etc.). Hobart Ison’s eventual conviction for manslaughter (his first trial resulted in a hung jury in a locale removed from his true peers–because the “gummint” knew it’d not get a conviction in his home county) resulted in a year’s time served. Far too great a price to pay for the removal of a Mass MEdia Podperson, IMO. After all, I thought removal of vermin and garbage disposal was one of the prime goods of civilization?

BTW, “trespassers will be shot” isn’t an uncommon sign in the Ozarks, either. And rightly so.


1“cacotopia”–a society built on feces. Rather like the sub-society called “Congress”.

Thankful, Much? To Whom? Why?

The story of the following hymn speaks for itself. Draw your own comparisons to your own life and responses to your own struggles.

Now thank we all our God, with heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done, in Whom this world rejoices;
Who from our mothers’ arms has blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.

O may this bounteous God through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts and blessèd peace to cheer us;
And keep us in His grace, and guide us when perplexed;
And free us from all ills, in this world and the next!

All praise and thanks to God the Father now be given;
The Son and Him Who reigns with Them in highest Heaven;
The one eternal God, Whom earth and Heaven adore;
For thus it was, is now, and shall be evermore.

Here’s what one account of the circumstances surrounding this hymn’s authorship says:

“Martin Rinkart was a pastor in the little city of Eisenberg [sic] in
Saxony during the Thirty Years’ War. This walled city was the goal of refugees
during that time. They came and ate all the food, and then there was starvation.
With the starvation came pestilence, until practically the whole population of
the city died. Martin Rinkart, the only pastor left in the city, had as many as
fifty funerals in one day. One evening after having conducted funerals all day,
he sank down exhausted, thinking that he could bear it no longer…”

Actually, Eilenberg was the town’s name, and it was sacked three times during Rinkart’s pastorate. One of those many funerals Rinkart held was for his own wife.

And yet, he wrote the words of this hymn as a response to the trials of the Thirty Years’ War in 1644, toward the end of active conflict.

Consider that as today’s turkey and dressing and the sauces and pies and trimmings wend their way slowly through your system, likely adding another five pounds’ weight by the end of the holidays…

Got troubles?

Now thank we all our God, with heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done, in Whom this world rejoices;
Who from our mothers’ arms has blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.


Now, having read that, consider to whom (or, to Whom) you are grateful. Folks’ perspectives vary, but let me lend you mine for a bit here. Hang on through the end or miss the ride.

1Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. 2This is what the ancients were commended for.

3By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God’s command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible. 4By faith Abel offered God a better sacrifice than Cain did. By faith he was commended as a righteous man, when God spoke well of his offerings. And by faith he still speaks, even though he is dead.

5By faith Enoch was taken from this life, so that he did not experience death; he could not be found, because God had taken him away. For before he was taken, he was commended as one who pleased God. 6And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him…. Hebrews 11:1-6

It does make a difference Who you are grateful to, and why.

7By faith Noah, being divinely warned of things not yet seen, moved with godly fear, prepared an ark for the saving of his household, by which he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness which is according to faith.

8By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to the place which he would receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. 9By faith he dwelt in the land of promise as in a foreign country, dwelling in tents with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise; 10for he waited for the city which has foundations, whose builder and maker is God. 11By faith Sarah herself also received strength to conceive seed, and she bore a child when she was past the age, because she judged Him faithful who had promised. 12Therefore from one man, and him as good as dead, were born as many as the stars of the sky in multitude—innumerable as the sand which is by the seashore.

13These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. 14For those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland. 15And truly if they had called to mind that country from which they had come out, they would have had opportunity to return. 16But now they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.

17By faith Abraham, when he was tested, offered up Isaac, and he who had received the promises offered up his only begotten son, 18of whom it was said, “In Isaac your seed shall be called,” 19concluding that God was able to raise him up, even from the dead, from which he also received him in a figurative sense. 20By faith Isaac blessed Jacob and Esau concerning things to come. 21By faith Jacob, when he was dying, blessed each of the sons of Joseph, and worshiped, leaning on the top of his staff. 22By faith Joseph, when he was dying, made mention of the departure of the children of Israel, and gave instructions concerning his bones.

23By faith Moses, when he was born, was hidden three months by his parents, because they saw he was a beautiful child; and they were not afraid of the king’s command. 24By faith Moses, when he became of age, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter, 25choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God than to enjoy the passing pleasures of sin, 26esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures in Egypt; for he looked to the reward. 27By faith he forsook Egypt, not fearing the wrath of the king; for he endured as seeing Him who is invisible. 28By faith he kept the Passover and the sprinkling of blood, lest he who destroyed the firstborn should touch them. 29By faith they passed through the Red Sea as by dry land, whereas the Egyptians, attempting to do so, were drowned.

30By faith the walls of Jericho fell down after they were encircled for seven days. 31By faith the harlot Rahab did not perish with those who did not believe, when she had received the spies with peace. 32And what more shall I say? For the time would fail me to tell of Gideon and Barak and Samson and Jephthah, also of David and Samuel and the prophets: 33who through faith subdued kingdoms, worked righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, 34quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, became valiant in battle, turned to flight the armies of the aliens. 35Women received their dead raised to life again.

Others were tortured, not accepting deliverance, that they might obtain a better resurrection. 36Still others had trial of mockings and scourgings, yes, and of chains and imprisonment. 37They were stoned, they were sawn in two, were tempted, were slain with the sword. They wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins, being destitute, afflicted, tormented— 38of whom the world was not worthy. They wandered in deserts and mountains, in dens and caves of the earth. 39And all these, having obtained a good testimony through faith, did not receive the promise, 40God having provided something better for us, that they should not be made perfect apart from us.

12:1Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, 2looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

So, when you think yourself thankful, grateful for your many blessings, consider the “great cloud of witnesses” who have gone before us. Consider what they endured, and what rewards, what honors they earned. And consider how many of those blessings you enjoy today you owe to progenitors stretching back to the dawn of time who saw their duty and gave their allegiance to a Purpose, a “Providence” as our nation’s founders were often to say, greater than themselves.

You and I have not yet begun to be truly grateful.


N.B. This was a redaction and conflation of two Thanksgiving posts from years past.

I Hope They Don’t Think They Can Dance…

…but I appreciate the joi de vivre

Best part, IMO, is where the shopper (looks to be in his over-weight, outa condition late 40s second glance, mid-fifties, but all these kids look about the same to me *heh*) joins in and looks better “on the floor” than the store employees. *heh* As I said, I appreciate the spirit, but a little over the top for my own shopping taste.

h.t. to Josh on FB

Note the post where this video originated. A guy who claims to have been “hardcore Mac” for the past five years,

“I was absolutely floored by this experience, Microsoft has made a bold move to capture new market share. I ordered a copy of Windows 7 Ultimate edition…”

Well, I like Windows 7 well enough to have transitioned my own Wonder Woman to it (she’s “hard core’ Windows ;-)) and to have freely recommended it to folks who’ve had their gripes with Vista, but it’s not the bees’ knees. *heh* Still, nice to see some folks enjoying their work.

I Missed This, Thanksgiving 1978

Let’s see… why was it I missed seeing this when it aired in 1978? Oh, yeh. I was sick as a dog. My family was filling my lil house (everyone was there–three sisters, a brother and Mom n Dad), and… I got married that day. Didn’t have a Thanksgiving meal on Thanksgiving Day that year (but my aunt and uncle who also lived in KCMO hosted the rehearsal dinner at my grad school’s “President’s Mansion”–cos that was his everyday job, and for the wedding, well, his “$150 prayer” blessing our union during the service was just the ticket *heh* BTW, “$150 prayer” meant “short n sweet” :-)).

Bugs Bunny’s Thanksgiving Diet

Well, now I’ve seen the thing. 😉

But, to my Wonder Woman: I’m glad I had other things to do on Thanksgiving in 1978. I’ve been feasting off that day for 31 years, now.

On the ObUmascare Bill, Shakedowns and Deficits

While Jerry Pournelle eschews such loaded terms as “Obumascare” his observation in today’s Chaos Manor View certainly gives one pause:

If it cost $300 million to get Landrieu to vote to allow the bill to be debated, what in the world will it cost to get her to vote for the bill itself? And now that she has shown how effective shakedown tactics can be, what will others charge? We may not begin to have seen the deficit spending that the health care bill will cost.

Urm. Let’s see, $300 million here, $300 million there, and pretty soon we’d be talking about real money. Hey! Maybe I can sell my vote for enough to retire on… until Crap n Trade, Feddle Gummint-run healthscare and all the other “great ideas nobody has to pay for” eat up everything I have and I have to go on the dole with everyone else (except for political fat cats and their handlers).

Just shoot me, first.

The Real Source of Anthropogenic “Global Warming”

Liars’ pants on fire. From the UK Times Online, this

” …the scientific basis for global warming projections is now under scrutiny as never before. The principal source of these projections is produced by a small group of scientists at the Climatic Research Unit (CRU), affiliated to the University of East Anglia.

“Last week an apparent hacker obtained access to their computers and published in the blogosphere part of their internal e-mail traffic. And the CRU has conceded that the at least some of the published e-mails are genuine.

“Astonishingly, what appears, at least at first blush, to have emerged is that (a) the scientists have been manipulating the raw temperature figures to show a relentlessly rising global warming trend; (b) they have consistently refused outsiders access to the raw data; (c) the scientists have been trying to avoid freedom of information requests; and (d) they have been discussing ways to prevent papers by dissenting scientists being published in learned journals.”

This has been an “open secret” for years. No news here, folks. Move along. Of course, the usual suspects are circling the wagons (and setting fire to their pants). It should be interesting watching this all shake out. Not in the Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind, of course. That organ of lies, half lies and distorted facts will back up the CRU all the way, I’m sure.

h.t., Instapundit


And, Update: This in from one of the Great Minds of the 21st Century:

*heh*

Isn’t it telling when Homer Simpson has better insight into the issue than our own congresscritters and Mass MEdia Podpeople?

An Inspiring (or Perhaps Not) Post

As I was contemplating the Meaning of the Universe (yeh, I was “on the throne”), it occurred to me that I have read very, very few scenes in the (literally) tens of thousands of books–about 2/3 fiction–I’ve read that deal explicitly with the elimination of feces. Protagonists can go through days, weeks, months, years without once taking a dump.

This is weird. I mean, take a man who loves his wife and enjoys the marriage bed with her greatly. Lock him away from his wife for a week. Plug him up so he can NOT void his bowels for the same week. Now, when released, which is going to be the greater biological imperative? Sex or dumping?

See? It’s easy to trump Freud, the weenie. *heh*

Now, back to fictional representations of the act. There are LOTS (loads, tons, an abundant redundant superfluous excess *heh*) of sex scenes in fictional representation, but a paucity of number 2s. Strange, that. The only fictional representation of dumping that springs readily to mind is from the Michael Douglas (Michael and Douglas Crichton writing as Michael Douglas) book, Dealing or The Berkeley-to-Boston Forty-Brick Lost-Bag Blues. Now, admittedly, this ain’t “grate litterchure” but it’s well written and a cracking good, very amusing story–especially for some of us who lived through the 70s mostly conscious (in contrast to many of our acquaintances).

Gotta hand it to “Michael Douglas”. Sure knew how to place things in perspective.

So, if there are any aspiring authors of fiction out there who happen to read this post, please consider including some number 2s in your work. Verisimilitude, dontcha know.