Counting One’s Blessings

A lesson in counting one’s blessings from someone not quite as bad off as Job. From a fictional account of soldiers in field training by LTC (ret) Tom Kratman:

“How’s it going, sir?”

“My ticks are well fed and fattening up nicely, thank you. The chiggers are dug in to standard, with overhead cover. My ringworm garden overfloweth. My athlete’s foot is coming along, though I think I need to wrap my feet in plastic bags for a while to get a really world class case. And then there’s some kind of rot on my crotch that I can’t quite identify but which definitely shows promise, character development-wise… ”

*heh* Not exactly Job territory, but more than any of these asshats had to complain about.

So, count your blessings, folks. And remember, every silver lining has a cloud. 🙂

Well, I’m Keepin’ the T-Bird…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkBr0fxqr9w

Yeh, yeh, I don’t have a T-Bird, but I had fun, fun fun, didn’t I? 😉

What?!?

It’s been a little over a year now since I picked up this lil Asus P50IJ notebook. It’s been really useful for web browsing, email, a few VMs (mostly Linux VMs) and other light computing stuff. Like it. About a month after I bought it, I went ahead and used an extra (perfectly legal, from Technet Plus membership) license for Win7 Ultimate to do “Windows Anytime Upgrade” from the Win7 Home Premium (just two features I wanted, and I ought to have used a Win7 Pro license instead, I guess).

But as with all Windows installs, after a time things became crufted, system files became screwed up, etc. It happens. I use a few techniques and utilities to keep things relatively clean, but… it’s Windows, you know?

So, time for a reinstall. But. I hate backing up (although I do that anyway), wiping, reinstalling Windows, then reinstalling applications, etc. So…

Non-destructive reinstall. Just the ticket, right? Simply pop in the appropriate Windows installation DVD and select Upgrade when the prompt finally loads for Upgrade or Custom Installation. Seems simple enough. Continue reading “Well, I’m Keepin’ the T-Bird…”

Borrowed Wisdom

I ran across the following quote at Jerry Pournelle’s place. It pretty well sums up a fairly serious problem with the “multi-culti” society so sought after by subliterate morons on the Left.

“Not a few of the students who apply to me for admission to the present form of Erskine’s [Great Books] reading course give me as a reason that they want “the background” and will have no other chance to “get it”, because they are about to study medicine or engineering. Their idea is we “give it” and they “get it.” But what is it that changes hands in this way? Background is the wrong word altogether. What is acquired is a common set of symbols, almost a separate language. I open today’s paper and I see over a story of naval action: ‘David-Goliath Fight by Foe at Sea Fails.” Immediately, I infer that some small enemy flotilla fought a larger force of ours. The image was instantaneous, and would have suggested more—namely the foe’s victory—had not the writer added that it failed.
“A common body of stories, phrases, and beliefs accompanies every high civilization that we know of. The Christian stories of apostles and saints nurtured medieval Europe, and after the breakup of Christendom the Protestant Bible served the same ends for English-speaking peoples. Bunyan and Lincoln show what power was stored in that collection of literary and historical works known as the Scripture, when it was really a common possession. We have lost something in neglecting it, just as we lost something in rejecting the ancient classics. We lost immediacy of understanding, a common sympathy with truth and fact. Perhaps nothing could better illustrate the subtlety and strength of the bond we lost than the story Hazlitt tells of his addressing a fashionable audience about Dr. Johnson. He was speaking of Johnson’s great heart and charity to the unfortunate; and he recounted how, finding a drunken prostitute lying in Fleet Street late at night, Johnson carried her on his broad back to the address she managed to give him. The audience, unable to face the image of a famous lexicographer doing such a thing, broke out into titters and expostulations. Whereupon Hazlitt simply said: ‘I remind you, ladies and gentlemen, of the parable of the Good Samaritan.’

“It is clear that no account of explaining, arguing, or demonstrating would have produced the abashed silence which that allusion commanded. It was direct communication; the note that Hazlitt struck sounded in every mind in the same way and it instantly crystallized and put into order every irrelevant emotion. That, if I may so put it, is what ‘background’ does for you. Even today, without Bible or classics, everyone possesses some kind of tradition which he uses without knowing it. The man who should look blank at mention of George Washington and the cherry tree, or who had never heard of Babe Ruth, or who thought that Shakespeare was an admiral, would get along badly even in very lowbrow circles. He might be excused as a foreigner but he would be expected to catch on as soon as he could. This does not mean that culture is for keeping up with the Joneses; it is talking to your fellow man—talking more quickly and fully than is possible through plodding description.
“In college and after, it so happens that the fund of ideas which it is needful to possess originated in great minds—those who devised our laws, invented our science, taught us how to think, showed us how to behave. They spoke in highly individual voices, yet rely on the force of a common group of symbols and myths—the culture of the West.”

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Just Askin’

Saw this on the “home” page* for my lil toy 15.6″ Asus, an OK lil thing with notalotta horsepower but just enough for common tasks, and wondered…

“The ASUS P50IJ notebook is the best business computing companion you could ever own…”

Really? What about that sexy slave girl with the abacus over there? Hmmm?


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Little Things

Good ones, this time. 🙂

Yesterday, two days before its estimated time of delivery, my knife bar arrived. Sweet. I’ve been storing my most used kitchen knives in a knife block for years, but it’s always been a wee problem to place conveniently. This, I think, addresses the main issue: get ’em off the counter:

Of course, my most used knives are the two on the left, closest to hand when I’m using the peninsula for food prep. The one farthest left is a Chicago Cutlery 8″ chef’s knife (~OK) that once belonged to my father-in-law. Next to it–most used of them all–is my Sabatier Aîné & Perrier “K” 10″ chef’s knife (OK, so SA&P says it’s a “slicing knife”. I still use it as a chef’s knife), an anniversary present from my Wonder Woman 18 years ago. No, it’ almost nothing like the WallyWorld, Tarjay, et al “Sabatier” knives.

The rest are a mix of “heirloom knives” and a couple I picked up that are not bad/not great but serve their purposes (the larger “butcher knife” and the slicer with the handle that matches it. Oh, the bread knife on the right, next to the steel, really should go in the island’s drawer, since it’ll be used there more often than not, but I wanted to see if it’d fit on the bar with the others).

The knife bar holds the knives (and even the knife steel–one of three I use) very firmly yet releases them easily enough when needed. Seven knives and the steel are now stored in convenient reach, off the prep surface (right under my pot rack).

Handy.

Now, it’s time for some attention to those blades’ edges…

Next up in the kitchen: new backsplash for the stove, complete with new storage bars for some cooking implements. I can only hope I come up with some meals that justify this stuff. *heh*


Edited for my inexcusable lapse in labeling the Sabatier as an 8″-er. What was I thinking? Oh, right. I was thinking the other edit: 8″ for the Chicago Cutlery “OK” knife. *heh*

“Worst thing a woman can say to a man?”

I wouldn’t know, since I have to leave home to be abused by women (my Wonder Woman is far, far too nice to me), but I would imagine this might make the top ten:

“Good morning, sunshine! If you think you need your ‘package’ don’t worry. It’s in a jar of formaldehyde on my dresser… “

*ouch*

So, what do you think the worst might be?

Too Many for Poker

So, it’s not a picture of “Dogs Playing Poker”. While it’s just one short of a dozen, they have to be content with gathering for nap time, since they couldn’t decide who got left out at the poker table.

CLICK for full pic.

(Stolen from FB)