Something Strange Happened Monday Night
Monday night, my wife and I went to bed early-around 9 pm-her because she was sick, and me because I had to be at my unit at 4 am for the "Welcome Back from Christmas" urinalysis.
Around 10:30, my wife's cell phone rings. (Both of us leave our phones in the living room.) It doesn't ring long enough to engage the voice mail before it stops, and not even long enough to wake my wife. About 30 seconds later, her phone rings again, this time ringing long enough to get to the voicemail.
Here's the freaky part: right after the phone stopped ringing, headlights lit up in my driveway (one of the bedroom windows faces the front yard) and we could hear a truck engine rapidly backing up (I could tell this by the way the light tracked across the wall.) My first instinct was to look out the side window to see if our truck was being stolen. It wasn't, and by the time I looked out the front facing window, there was nothing to see.
Not a minute late, the phone rang again. This time my wife turned it off. All the calls were from a "private number."
As far as I know, my wife doesn't have a stalker. Were the truck lights a coincidence? Or is something I should be afraid of going on here?
Another Thing That Sucks in SC
I bought a new computer from Dell, and it arrived earlier this week. So, Wednesday night I go to hook it up. Now, I bought a new computer, but I didn't buy a new monitor-the monitor on my old desktop works just fine. Much to my annoyance, the RGB monitor jack on the new Dell is male. So is the plug on the RGB cable from my monitor.
OK, it's annoying, but not that big a deal. I'll just get myself a gender changer and be on my way. A gender changer can't be that hard to find. So, on my way home from work on Thursday, I stopped at Best Buy to get one.
Best Buy didn't have what I wanted. They had plenty of male/male gender changer RGB cables, which, if they were female/female, would have worked. And they had a 4-pack with a F/F RGB changer, along with a M/M RGB, and M/M and F/F serial changers. I don't need any of those, so I gave it a pass.
Today at lunch, I visited a small specialty computer store that has a good supply of parts. Failure again. Plenty of M/M FGB gender changers, but no F/F.
Is this thing really that odd a part? And is it too much to ask for South Carolina to have even one CompUSA? Or better yet, a Fry's?
Hey, I'm somewhat expensive
I'm worth $3,132,552.17! How much are you worth?
Amusing little site. Not sure what they base worth on. For example, they ask (males) how big your willy is. Now, would my worth go up or down with a bigger one? Don't have time to fool with it to find out.
Wow...I'm being quoted by Brits!
A poster named stoatman on The Army Rumor Service (note the clever spelling in the web address) quotes this post of mine here, in a thread about, apparently, American weapons handling and marksmanship (at least, I assume the "SPAMs" are us.)
OK, that's my ego boost for the day.
More Big Brother School Nonsense
Brought to you by the Americans with Disabilities Act, via FoxNews.com.
YORKTOWN, Ind. — Savannah Dowling is a typical 8-year-old girl; much of her protein comes from peanut butter sandwiches.
However, if she wants to bring one to Central Indiana's Pleasant View Elementary School, she has to eat it at a special table in the cafeteria to accommodate one first grader with a severe allergy. Soon she'll have to take her lunch to an area the school is calling the "peanut gallery" so the one child with the peanut allergy isn't affected.
The boy's parents refused to be interviewed but said their child's allergy warrants extraordinary safeguards.
"He does not have to ingest it for his air to constrict and he loses the ability to breathe," the parents wrote in a statement. "We have the medical evidence that shows that our son has one of the worst allergies on record for this food."
So, basically, you've got a kid who is so allergic to peanuts that even being in the same room where peanut butter is being eaten triggers a reaction. Therefore, to protect him, all the kids with PBJs must be exiled to a special lunchroom. When you're talking about second graders, that's probably about half the class on any given day.
Now, the ADA requires that, IIRC, "reasonable accomodations" be made for people with some form of disability. Whether any court has ever classified food allergies as such, I'm not sure, but that's not the point here. To me, a "reasonable accomodation" would be to give this particular kid his own place to eat, if he has to be that protected. But they don't want the kid to feel isolated, so they isolate everyone with a PBJ instead.
If I was a parent, I'd organize a protest where every non-peanut allergic kid in school brought a PBJ for lunch.
The ADA may have been a well-intentioned piece of legislation, but it has gotten completely out of control (unintended consequences, anyone?) And can someone out there explain to me how a school is related to interstate commerce? Or is the ADA (at least in that part) one of those extortionary laws that requires compliance with the dictates of the Leviathan in order to receive Federal money?
Criminals Love Victim Disarmament Zones
Story from Ohioans For Concealed Carry. HT-Eclipseweb.
Ohioans For Concealed Carry has learned that there has been a robbery at a parking garage that is leased to the Ohio Bureau of Workers' Compensation in Columbus.
While information is still sketchy, initial information is that a female attendant who was working in a ticket booth (behind prominently displayed "no-guns" signs) was robbed on Wednesday morning, December 29.
The scene of the robbery is one block away from the main downtown Columbus police headquarters.
This robbery is the latest in a string of state-mandated victim zones - places where you can be sure only the criminals are armed.
The goblins in SF must be chortling with glee.
More Tidbits from Fallujah
I ran across this story in The American Enterprise Online. Found some interesting tidbits therein:
We threw our opponents a curveball by destroying any vehicle that had been parked in the same location for more than three days. We guessed they might be car bombs, and most were. Almost every vehicle we attacked produced a huge secondary fireball as the explosives packed within went up, so a major aspect of the enemy's defensive plan was literally shot to hell.
This is what good intel can do for you, the kind of intel you can get when you can see the entire battlefield. and watch everything your enemy does (at least outdoors), day or night. Just think how many lives this saved.
They also found large amounts of drugs--mostly speed and cocaine. Many of these jihad purists apparently drug themselves up for pleasure and to give themselves the boldness and stupidity to fight.
So a bunch of the mujis in the city had their brains addled by drugs in addition to the addling done by the cult of death they belong to. How wonderfully pure.
Marines came across several houses rigged to explode. "Refrigerator bombs" were used as a last ditch effort against our units after they forced their way into houses.
I've heard that just about every building the mujis tried to defend was booby-trapped, but the thought of a booby-trapped refrigerator full of high explosives scares the crud out of me. That's enough explosives to level any building the fridge might be in, and to do significant structural damage to, if not destroy, surrounding buildings. And good luck finding enough of the poor bloke who set the thing off to send home to bury.
Overall, we seen once again what a magnificent job our troops did in that battle and what a tremendous victory they won.
I Hate the Post Office
They have just really pissed me off. I went to Kalifornia for a week to visit my parents (and let them show off the new grandkid) for Christmas. I put in a Hold Mail thing for the time I was gone, with delivery to resume on 31 Dec 2004, the day after I got back. New Year's Eve was, for those who overindulged that evening, a Friday. A normal workday. It was not listed on the USPS website as a postal holiday. So I expected to get my mail at the usual time, between 3-4 pm. I was especially anxious to get the latest editions of Shogun News and National Review, since when I'm on leave I actually have time to read them.
3 pm rolls around. No mail. 3:30, no mail. 4:00, nichts. At 4:20, with no sign of the mailman, I got in the car and drove down to the post office to demand my mail, and point out to whoever was in charge that he/she was employing a bunch of idiots.
I get to the PO, where, much to my fury, I find a hand-written note on the door stating that they closed at noon. As my mail was not delivered, and I am on the afternoon part of my carrier's route, I assume that the early quitting time-not advertised on the USPS website-applied to the carriers as well.
So, with New Year's Day being a sanctioned postal holiday, and Sunday being a normal non-delivery day, I have to wait until tomorrow to get my damn mail.
Fuck the Post Office.