Ellipses for Saturday, February 13, 2016

MISSED FRIDAY THE 13th by one.

::CRUDE, BUT EFFECTIVE …

WP_20160212_17_20_02_ProPART OF THE ACTIVITY ongoing currently in The Study at Casa d’Alger is cleaning and re-arranging work areas. Toni has on her plate at the moment the decoration and framing of prints to be auctioned off to benefit Dick Wagner’s Remember the Child benefit in aid of (If I have this right) St. Jude hospitals for children. I could be wrong about that. In order to clear space on her desk for that — and to make room for the birdcage — she’s been beavering away at shredding outdated records, clearing out junk, taking donables to Goodwill, sellables to Half Price Books, and so-forth.

WP_20160212_17_20_15_ProI, on the other hand, am maneuvering to get rid of the jury-rigged desk (a sheet of MDF lain across plastic milk crate file thingies on 4-wheel furniture dollies) which I have been using for … I guess four years, now. I will be returning to status quo ante-ante-ante and using the powder-coated-wire baker’s rack I was using in the late ’90s and around the turn of the century. (That makes it sound so long ago.)

Friday, I cleaned out some junk lumber (crap — scorn quotes — “hardwood” ply imported from China and sold five-to-seven years ago by both Home Despot and the Lowes Matrix … but no more, thank the Gods of the Copybook Headings) from the corner under the printer, (where, eventually, some bookshelves will be set on file cabinets, drawer units, and glass-doored bookshelves), and set up a Workmate with a piece of 1/2″ ply (that Chinese crap) on top for a drawing surface.

And that’s the (buried) lede. I now have a drawing table. A place to work on my chops. Coupled with my scanner, I should be able to move toward making better covers for my books, which is what all this is in aid of.

::NOT EVEN SURE WHY …

THIS IS controversial.

PINTEREST NOW ACTIVATED …

YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED that, when you hover your mouse cursor over an image on BTB, a small, 3D button with the label Pin It appears in the upper left corner. This is a Pinterest button. If you have a Pinterest account, clicking on that button will pop up a window offering you the option to pin that image to a board in your profile. If you don’t, I don’t know about you. You really should. Pinterest is a most excellent time sink, and a subject of much fascination at this desk.

If you just want to visit our profile — and who wouldn’t — the objects of our fascination can be seen at https://www.pinterest.com/markphilipalger/ pinterest dot com slash mark philip alger (All one word — one “l” in philip.). Lots of neat and fascinating stuff on 69 subjects.

:: ICYMI (Which is, in case you missed it, is …

INTERNET-SPEAK FOR In Case You Missed It): Law Dog is back, and in true form.

Coffee spew alert.

:: IN AN ASIDE, THE DUTCHMAN …

MUTTERS So useful to the enemy that if he did not exist, they’d want to invent him. (And links to this article.)

Well, Mike…

statism ideas so goodI’d have to say… Recalling back from the ’60s, when it was asserted that, in any revolutionary cell of four, three were FBI agents, that agents provocateur, being tools of statism (ideas so great they have to be mandatory), are inevitable. So inevitable, I say, that any fool so foolish as to appear to be too bad to be true ought to be considered to be one (agent provocateur, I mean).

:: KEVIN ASKS

“WTF?!? WHEN DID that get regulated? (The amount of ammunition an American may possess.)

Oh, c’mon, Kev! You know that. It’s part of the rich legacy of British common law we inherited back when we were just 13 poor little colonies, shivering on the East Coast of this vast land (Where nobody ever owned firearms, because — after all — who needed them? The redcoats were around to protect us. (And after all, they were the greatest army in the world in their day.))

You remember: Paul Revere’s ride, when the redcoats marched out of Boston to Lexington and Concord, and seized all that ammunition and powder (they didn’t have manufactured cartridge ammunition back then, only ball and powder) on behalf of the Crown. (You know — King George III.)

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