In other last week news, I got push polled. I spent about fifteen minutes on the phone with a pollster, most of the time talking about our open state assembly race between Kraus and Bronson (131st). I was irked that they brought up that one candidate was "openly gay", I asked why did they mention it, who cares about their orientation? I also scoffed at both candidates claims to clean up the dysfunctional legislature, there must be a Word template with that in it, along with lower taxes, stop out of control spending, blah, blah, blah.
I should have made my disdain for the "openly gay" thing a little more promiment, saying such statements decreased my favorability towards the non "openly gay" candidate. They mentioned Paladino, but didn't mention "bestiality enthusiast", come on, equal time (which isn't to say I consider homosexuality comparable to bestiality, only one of those involves beings that can give consent).
For any push pollers reading, the following items are rarely considered by me as relevant to a candidate, though some tail cases exists.
- sexual orientation
- preferred sexual activities, as long as it involves consenting adults
- religion (or lack thereof)
- gender issues
I wouldn't conclude Paladino is racist, or into bestiality based on offensive emails, it seems more like an entitlement issue, he's a big dog, a big CEO, and any underlying offended by his forwarded emails can just get another job. Maybe it's too many years on the internet, maybe it's knowledge of throwaway emails, maybe it's working for a PC corporation where a Makita tool girl poster can be construed as contributing to an offensive work environment, but I would never forward such things from a serious email account of mine.
I do enjoy the irony of the "lower taxes, more freedom, reduce the size of government" crowd supporting a candidate who suggested welfare recipients (and their families, presumably) should be confined in state prisons to be taught hygiene. I can't imagine such a move increasing freedom, or decreasing the size of state government.
End rant, vote in my poll.
Culturally appropriate Yom Kippur acknowledgement
Last week was Yom Kipper, I'm not sure of the correct way to acknowledge it, I don't think it's Merry Yom Kippur. So, to any Jewish readers, I belatedly acknowledge Yom Kippur in the culturally appropriate way.
Saturday was busy, some garage sales in the morning where I bought a Scheaffer fountain pen, for a buck. I even had cartridges at home that fit it. It writes a finer line than the Parker 45, maybe it will make my writing neater. I promoted it to number one fountain pen.
It was also the boardgaming club weekend, so I went. I had plans on playing some AH chestnuts in memory of Charles S. Roberts, but they fell through due to a medical emergency. Instead I got in a game of The Kaiser's Pirate and viciously fought for third. It's a card game based on German ships raiding merchantmen in WWI.
Later in the week I did get in some old fashioned hex and counter wargames, but I had to play with myself. Everyone was in bed by 9:30, except for me. I thought, let's play B-1 of Arab-Israeli Wars, a 30 year old Avalon Hill classic of the fighting between the Israeli's, Egyptians, Syrians, Iraqi's, Palestinians and Jordanians.
Back home after the meet, I mowed the front lawn, some of the back, and played some Wii Ski. Then it was time to get manly, I put the fuse in my bike, and with the help of starter fluid, got it started. Some things are not right, it dies with a quick twist, and one (or both) of the bowls leak. I found out why bikers don't wear shorts, and which reminds me to remedy the leak, I don't want gasoline dripping on hot pipe.
Later, fourteen year old went off to her first real first real baby sitting gig, at the house where my wife works. She got paid about what my wife does, too.
Not really a lazy Sunday
I'm out of shape. After my parents took our girls we decided to bike to the Public Market for the garage sale, it's about 3 miles away. Of course, this weekend was an Art show, no garage sale, but we looked, and ate at Cherry's European (the lines at Juan and Maria's were too long, and I was jonesing for an empenade, or pork loin, or beans and rice). I got pierogies, Mrs. Ha got crepes. They were good, but they weren't Juan and Maria's.
We went to my parents for dinner, I told them we had a, anniversary gift for them that we would bring by at 5:00, and then they invited us for dinner. The swing was an inspired gift, they're planning on working on their porch in the Spring (cleaning out the playhouse, storing the pool stuff in the playhouse, and just using the porch for setting). My dad, fourteen year old and I set it the swing.
Bad sanitation and perspective
While my sanitation techniques are adequate for brew that will be brewed, fermented, kegged and drunk in two months, it's not cutting it for something that will sit in a keg for six months. Yeap, my Oktoberfest is sour. I'm 1 for 3 on doing that, and the successful one was for a stout that sat all winter, the cold weather retards the growth of bad things. Next time, I'll use bleach like Agent Orange on the Mekong delta, or Sarin on Kurd villages.
Anyhow, issues at my wife's work put things into perspective. We expect that even if everything comes out perfectly, her job there is ending.
We're watching a rambunctios kitten for the weekend, the owner isn't supposed to have it, their landlord is coming over to fix stuff, so we're taking care of it for a while. The dog was excited at first, but could't corner it like he can our male cat (who is amused when the dog tries to hump him, there's about six inches between the dog's red rocket and the cat), the male cat likes her, and I haven't seen our female cat (she's probably sulking).
Last night I got went to curriculum night, met fourteen year old's teachers, those who had things to say about her said great things, in theater tech she's doing A+ work and is at the head of the class, as well as the only girl, and she's doing very well in math. Her math, English and social studies teachers also have smartboards, cool.
I even socialized a bit with other parents, some of whom I've known for ten years. Time flies.
She's off camping with Girl Scouts this weekend too, it will just be the three of us.
It was a week for watching movies incompletely. First up was Quills, a Kate Winslet flick on the Marquis De Sade, living in an asylum in Napoleonic France. Now sure, a movie about De Sade is going to have extreme moments, but I would have preferred less violence and torture and waterboarding, and more sex. We started watching it late, got halfway through, went to bed, and figured we'd never watch it again.
Wall-E played on Disney, I saw most of it in bits and pieces, due to the DVR and bedtimes. Anamorphic things don't do it for, I like anamorphic fish, or lions, but when you get to cars and robots, it doesn't work for me. I did get a chuckle out of the fatties on their hovercouches, I want one.
Priest Kings of Gor is a Gor book heavy on the science fiction side, and lighter on the domination.
Blind Descent: The Quest to Discover the Deepest Place on Earth is about discovering the deepest "naturally" occuring place on earth, via exploring limestone caves in karsk regions, the two deepest areas being in Mexico and the Urals. Cavers are allowed to move boulders and dig through dirt and such to claim the title, and get 2000 meters below thier starting point, which is impressive until you find out how deep South African gold mines go (2500 meters). I was always curious about caves, but now I don't have much interest in going in one.
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