So very underrated…
Yeah, pretty much:
This is the part where some articles out there like this one will wrap up with fluff about these disagreements being what makes baseball great, which is nonsense. What makes baseball great happens on the baseball field, not on Twitter or the BBWAA website’s erstwhile hosting. People get bent out of shape about end of year awards not because there’s anything great or noble about how any of us think baseball players should be valued, or because someone’s going to hit the doomsday button if a guy with 20 wins takes home a Cy Young Award he didn’t really deserve.
The link goes to an article about the MVPs, and some hoo-ha about the Hall of Fame, which doesn’t matter one iota to me, but I just really, really liked that last line up there. I am adrift at sea, clinging to a hockey puck-shaped life preserver near a fantasy football-shaped lifeboat, as I wait for baseball to start again.
Beginning with the hot stove bidness. There are some interesting holes to fill on my beloved Rangers. Let’s get it on, babies.
The BBWAA was just as certain about Scherzer, awarding him 203 voting points, based on 28 for first, one second and one third. The Rangers’ Yu Darvish was second — the highest finish ever in Cy Young voting for a Japanese-born player — with 19 second-place votes and 93 total points, followed by the Mariners’ Hisashi Iwakuma with 73 points. The Tigers’ Anibal Sanchez and Chris Sale of the White Sox earned the other first-place votes.
I bet he wins a Cy Young in the next five years.
A 20 year-old bridge broke loose fell out of my mouth, and I am now a bona fide snaggle-tooth hayseed, all with one durn tooth sticking up right in the front of my mouth like a lone sentry. As if I have money for cosmetic dentistry. Except it ain’t too cosmetic, since I eat with those teeth.
This piles on top of a barium swallow on Monday to see if the eggheads can determine why my the passage to my enormous and hungry stomach has shrunk to the size of a cocktail stir-straw.
There is currently no clear path to reform. All three branches of US government have, in some measure, enabled, allowed, or justified the existence and continued use of unprecedented NSA programs that collect data on American citizens.
I won’t ever believe anything is reformed until the heads of the Big Wheels are rolling around on the floor, or they’re in prison, and their precious mega-data-centers are parking lots. None of which will happen. These traitorous bastards are guaranteed a life in the lap of luxury. Not one hair on their head will be ruffled.
And they’re all laughing at you & me.
“The American Republic will endure until the day Congress discovers that it can bribe the public with the public’s money.”
- Alexis De Toqueville, 1835
The new format allows for microformats, something that was new in 2010, I think. I’m just playing around with them. I don’t know that they mean a damn thing.
Before my throat closes completely and I have to get a feeding tube…I really need to fix shrimp & grits with cheese & bacon one time.
Racers gonna race.
Minivans are quirky to handle, and that is a part of their appeal. At the November race, they wobbled and skidded sideways while cornering. Top speed on straightaways was about 73 miles an hour.
“It kind of looks out of control, but they’re fairly safe,” says Daryl Sipe, a 39-year-old recycler from Manchester, Pa., who pioneered the category years ago.
No, I haven’t become a metro-sexual.
I got hacked over the weekend. It was deep enough that I decided to nuke the whole thing from orbit. I decided to leave the database standing after checking it as closely as I could for hacks that I’m aware of. So the possiblity exists that it’ll all get hacked-and-hence-nuked again.
I decided to kind of start from scratch since the old theme looked hideous on those fancy, new-fangled phones and slabs all the kids are carrying around, and I’m all about reaching the youth demographic.
I did manage to hork up the encoding somehow. Old posts are going to look goofy until I figure out a conversion routine, if I can figure one out. Single quotes and emdashes: ‘ and — : and other punctuation characters are looking like I’m doing random replaces with junk from Word. Maybe I’ll get to it, maybe I won’t — not like anyone is using this as a research tool for anything.
It does, however, give the NSA a vein to mine, and I must do my duty as a patriotic American to help them spend as many of your tax dollars as they can, as quickly as they can.
Banks, now sadly dead, is simply at the top of the SF game. I read so much other what can only be called, and very kindly, too, dreck. This has absolutely everything a science fiction reader could ask for: wormholes, a wormhole network, two wormhole networks?, rebels, supremely evil villain antagonist, morally compromised heroes, aliens, galactic road-trips, multiple well-developed story-lines, revenge, AIs…I could go on. 500 page-turning pages.
Banks is philosophically a commie, an agnostic & possibly an atheist, and a severe critic of the inherent violence of the human survival instinct, though I use “human” loosely here. To his credit, he tends to avoid preaching and speechifying about his personal moral framework, because, I believe, he recognizes the utter moral bankruptcy of his wholly idealistic socialist utopia.
(Not to mention it's impossibility, until such time as we manage to discover and harness free energy, the only thing that could allow humans or aliens to even begin to approach the peaceful societies he uses as a backdrop for his stories in most of his works. I digress.)
As I note, pretty much everything I write here about Banks should be in the past tense, as he passed in June of this year. It’s sad. I could stand reading one of his books every year or so.
The Algebraist is an absorbing, enjoyable read, and I strongly recommend it.
Yeah, so, every day I start the day with a cup of coffee and begin my reading of the internet, most of it, anyway. I always see some stories early that catch my attention and engage the brain and cause reflection and pondering. By the end of reading the internet, I’m so damn depressed that there’s no point in going any further.
So, yeah, these are good hand-picked links for ye:
Not Enough from Francis Poretto, a certified Big Brain.
Excuse me, Gentle Reader? You’ve voted, and voted, and voted some more, and even when your preferred, seemingly noble-hearted candidates carry the day, things never seem to change…at least, not in a positive direction? Doesn’t that suggest something about voting and the limits of its powers?
Excuse me, Tea Partier? You’ve protested, and protested, and protested until your throat was raw, your bank balance depleted, and your tolerance for bus rides down to zero, but it’s had no perceptible effect on the course of government or the quality of its emissions? Doesn’t that suggest something about protests and the most one can expect from them?
Excuse me, Good Citizen appalled at the explosion of well-documented cases of police brutality against honest, law-abiding citizens? Your Outrage Meter has pinned so many times that the right-hand stop is about to come loose, yet the blue-suited thugs continue to oppress us, all the way to repeated anal rape of a peaceable citizen under color of law? Doesn’t that suggest something about the effectiveness of citizen outrage confined to words and print?
Yes, yes, I know it’s early in the morning and you have other things on your mind…or the middle of the day and you have to concentrate on your paperwork…or late in the evening and you’re tired and just want to decompress from the rigors of your working day. I know all that full well. I also know that none of that matters a damn to those who have you in their sights.
It hasn’t mattered to them yet, has it?
Great Leaps Forward, from Jeff Goldstien, also a bona fide Big Brain, and an Outlaw to boot.
Not only was a New Mexico man, whoâ€™d been shopping at Wal-Mart, stopped by police for a rolling stop at a stop sign, but these very observant civic heroes who had just stopped this potential drifting intersection menace, noticing what they said appeared to be the now â€œsuspectâ€™sâ€ clenching of his buttocks, determined that he must be hiding drugs. In his ass. And so naturally they obtained a warrant. To search his anus. And his rectum. and his colon. And his (multiple) stools â€” each of them coaxed out by medical personnel attempting to aid our peace officers in their quest to ferret out the dangerous narcotics from the stop-sign cheating Wal-Mart shopperâ€™s digestive tract by way of subjecting this potential drug lord to several enemas and X-rays, and even a colonoscopy. Mr Eckert is 63.
Basically this is here as a placeholder for Reason To Hope : Worldâ€™s First 3D Printed Metal Gun Manufactured by Solid Concepts
Austin, TX â€“ Solid Concepts, one of the world leaders in 3D Printing services, has manufactured the worldâ€™s first 3D Printed Metal Gun using a laser sintering process and powdered metals. The gun, a 1911 classic design, functions beautifully and has already handled 50 rounds of successful firing. It is composed of 33 17-4 Stainless Steel and Inconel 625 components, and decked with a Selective Laser Sintered (SLS) carbon-fiber filled nylon hand grip. The successful production and functionality of the 1911 3D Printed metal gun proves the viability of 3D Printing for commercial applications.
Now I must return to the scheduled death by being nibbled to death by baby ducks.
When has compromising ever achieved anything desirable by anyone who would sincerely call themselves “right wing”?
Donna Brazile is not someone who, should you be anywhere to the “right” of Gorbachev, should be paid attention.