While I'm not holding my breath, Happy New Year Ya'll! May the next be better.
Meanwhile I'm drinking Stella, watching a Three Stooges marathon on IFC and periodically watching the fire burn in the fireplace.
Jury duty tomorrow.
So far I'm batting a thousand.
I've yet to be selected. This even includes a federal jury where I was on call for a week.
I suspect it is because I am unequivovating in my responses to loiya's questions. One set of eyebrows will go up, the other set into a scowl.
The scowl has historically struck me from the pool.
And then I'm on my way with the rest of my day.
"Historians looking back at this period in America’s development will consider it to be profoundly odd that at the exact moment when violent crime hit a 50-year low, the nation’s police departments began to gear up as if the country were expecting invasion — and, on occasion, to behave as if one were underway. The ACLU reported recently that SWAT teams in the United States conduct around 45,000 raids each year, only 7 percent of which have anything whatsoever to do with the hostage situations with which those teams were assembled to contend."
"When it became time to refinance the loans, one of our owners (30%), [Name Redacted**], decided to back out. It is our belief based on what we have since learned that [NR] wished to seize control of the company."
"Gaining customers via competition is fair game. Gaining customers by having the Federal Government put them out of business and impinge on my rights in the process is not."Karma is a bitch.
A lone Lilly has sprouted next to the a oak tree. It's been years since Belle planted lillies. The oak has grown into a mighty tree and sucked the life out of everything around it. The monkey grass is all bit gone.
The Lilly apparently saw its opportunity for escape.
How long have I been home?
Really? I made it home that fast in drizzling rain?
This is either good....or bad.
Either I've mentally checked out of L'hotel Sanity or my giveashit factor has reached an all time low.*
I'm in uncharted territory. **
* For you government spooks reading everything on the intertubes, this is commonly known as a joke, or snark. Don't forget this footnote when you screen cap this post, please and thank you. Fuckers.
** Both my kids donned robes and walked across the graduation stage last Friday.
Now, what shall I do ?
Live blogging from the Dosey Doe.
Chicken fried steak, fried green tomatoes and Blues.
The Nick Moss band from Chicago.
Opening for Tommy Castro.
Nick and the crew rock.
Ah, hell nah. Not that kind of marathon.
You see me running, you'd best turn and run the same direction. It means something big, mean and nasty is chasing me.
This is Shell Oil's annual hyper-mileage concept car event. My soon to graduate mechanical engineer son is part of his college's team in the event.
The build on the car has taken 9 months and every spare second the participants had to give.
It has been touch and go over the past two weeks for them to finish the project, including a flame out in a three phase motor controller built from scratch 36 hours before go time.
The electronics group was still fussing with the contoller when I rolled up.
None of the team has slept much in the last 24 hours.
While I was there, they got it running, so I got to see a run on the test track.
Carbon fiber body design and build by the one and only Sonnage.