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Ellipses for Monday, February 15, 2016

SORRY TO BE SO late posting today. I bet there is SOMEbody who’s been waiting on eleventerhooks for me, muttering in their beer that I’m behind schedule. I usually set the posts to appear around a quarter to seven. This morning, I had to shovel the walk. We had about six inches of global warming overnight.* I was up at that ungodly hour, but my attention was elsewhere.

YOU JUST CAN’T WIN DEPARTMENT

OBAMA DOES SOMETHING DECENT for a change and gets undercut by his fellow Democrats.

YOU CAN’T BREAK EVEN

YOU CAN’T EVEN GET OUT OF THE GAME

Nino Scalia managed to though. You’ve seen the stories. And the conspiracy theories abound. Obama had him assassinated a la Pelican Brief. (The author in me is pissed that people refer to the movie starring Denzel Washington and Julia Roberts and not the most excellent novel by John Grisham on which the movie is based. I recall that even the Reader’s Digest version was a tense, thrilling page-turner.) (And, no I’m not retailing the rumor, only reporting its pathetic existence.)

Are we, just as men like to imagine we’re hard wired to stare at women’s boobs…

Yay! Boobs!

Yes, Dolly we like to stare at YOUR boobs especially, but I was going somewhere: Are we hard-wired to fill in the empty frames of reality with our own, fevered imaginings? And are we hard-wired to go straight to the conspiracy thing? Occam’s Razor says we must be, and it also says we’re almost always wrong.

*That joke is so old that, before the global warming craze started up, it was “six inches of partly cloudy.” Referring, of course, to the inability of weatherfolk to predict even something so relatively simple as the amount of precipitation from a storm. And, of course, the dirty little secret is that the warmistas’ computer models don’t take into account the water vapor in the atmosphere — which has a whole order of magnitude greater effect on the heat content of the whole lashup than CO2 or even methane. The dirty little secret is that water vapor — clouds, humidity — is the biggest greenhouse gas and the warmists don’t even take it into account.

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.)

Ellipses for Friday, February 12, 2016

OF NECESSITY, I HAVE been lately investigating money-making (earning) opportunities.

Although I am not looking for a “get rich quick” scheme, I do not believe that there is any future in what used to be called “gainful” employement — i.e. jobs — at least not for people as close to retirement age as I am. Instead, I am convinced that, closer to the truth, in the future, we will all be — to one degree or another — cottage industrialists. That an ever-growing portion of the labor force will find their employment in hustling small-bore enterprise. Singular avocational specialization will no longer be possible, as personal support will not admit of being realized in one sole occupation.

I have, therefor, been exploring such atomized pursuits as may match up with my particular skills set. One such has been iWriter. And here is my recommendation on that particular one.

They are at some pains to set themselves up so as to not be an employer — paying wages and benefits and having to pay the higher rate of taxes and unemployment insurance, and cover withholding of income taxes. Instead, they have attempted to set themselves up as a broker — pairing writers and consumers of text for a fee, but not exactly employing or being employed. At the same time, they seek to play the employer by demanding that all work they broker be “work for hire,” which means THEY own the copyrights.

Oh, HELLS to the no. Not taking that one up the old wazoo. Nor would I recommend any other writer do so.

ON A SIMILAR, if opposite score, I can cheerfully recommend one source of information, an online publication titled The Penny Hoarder. The blogger here not only finds and directs the reader to potential sources of income, but does the same for money SAVING offers. Worth your while.

DSCN8394OLD FRIEND RAGIN’ DAVE points out that it’s cold outside. (With help from some singers.) We here at Casa d’Alger have made the same observation. The Gales of November may have sunk the Edmund Fitzgerald, but February is always the bitch of winter around here. I’ve also noticed that, nearly any time we have an ice storm in February here in the Oh-hee-ho Valley, one looks back and wonders, “Gee. And it was 60 just last week, too!”

Shot at right is from Bellevue, Kentucky, on the south shore of the Ohio, back in 2007. (Click to embiggen.)

Ellipses for Thursday, February 11, 2016

SOME YEARS AGO, I MADE IT a regular practice to run a single column of short notes, delimited by ellipses (…) for my daily blog substance. For the nonce, as I attempt to re-instantiate BTB —

— Whatchoo mean “I”, paleface?

Your pardon, Dolly. …as WE attempt to re-instantiate BTB, Da Doll and I together, WE shall continue to do so.

Democrats rigging elections? Who’d ha’ thunk it?

Ace posts the fable of the boy and the nuts:

A boy put his hand into a jar of filberts and grasped as many as his fist could possibly hold. But when he tried to pull it out again, he found he couldn’t do so, for the neck of the jar was too small to allow of the passage of so large a handful. Unwilling to lose his nuts but unable to withdraw his hand, he burst into tears.

A bystander, who saw where the trouble lay, said to him,

“Come, my boy, don’t be so greedy. Be content with half the amount, and you’ll be able to get your hand out without difficulty.”

Alternative solutions (as opposed to being satisfied with half (so to speak) a loaf: 1) pick up the jar and pour the contents out — getting as much as (or more than) one’s hand can hold; 2) break the jar, thus getting the entire contents of it.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:

The Leftists’ Utopian Eden is a false paradise built on lies and maintained by abuses.– Sultan Knish

(Hat tip: American Digest.)

More tomorrow…