The Big DumpTruck

Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996

Month: February, 2007

Got Your French Toast Supplies?

Storm’s a ‘comin! Did you run out and get milk-eggs-bread yet? Cause you know it’s a law that you have to. We need to go grocery shopping for realsies, and now I dread it. You crazy french toast making people…you’d better leave some bread and milk behind for those of us who actually have none left. I will not be buying in anticipation of 6 inches of snow (the current prediction). I’ve been living in New England for 42 years. Funny thing about snow storms. Outside of the beast like New York State had last week, snow ends, the roads get plowed and sanded, and voila, you can leave your house.

I actually have four or five whole cans of soup at my house, that in an emergency, I could probably survive off of those. Or a boxes of Near East Rice Pilaf, or the massive pasta stores we are required to keep on hand thanks to Junior’s pasta addiction. I think I have a way to go before I start eyeballing the dog food.

By the way, I know in the distant past I covered Mr. Fussy’s eating habits. Updating you on those, did you know that he now actually orders steak, shrimp or grilled chicken instead of pasta? Did you know that? He has eaten pot roast (Oh, hey, you know, maybe that’s what we need to get for the snow day…) and roast chicken and ham and bacon. For any of you with fussy eaters (and I mean, he ate pasta with red sauce for lunch and dinner every day for a couple of years) there is hope. They do add items to the menu! There is a light at the end of the tunnel!


Longing for the Warmth of January

You know, usually this time of year, we bitch and moan and crab about how sick we are of winter, and how we wish it was April or May already. Me, I’m fondly remembering the warm, lush days of January. Whoda thunk it. Well me. I remember thunking to myself “Boy, we’re going to be really sorry when all this ends and we get real winter temperatures.”

My nasal passages are so angry with me, we aren’t on speaking terms. I need to swing by the Hallmark Store to buy them a card.

“When you’re blue
And you don’t know
Where to go to
Why don’t you go where saline sits
I’ll give you a spritz.”

I hope it doesn’t have a picture of a flower on the front. My sinuses really hate flowers.


I Don’t Hate Comcast Users

I just found out that anyone from Comcast trying to send me email was getting some sort of bounce message. For like a year now.

It’s not me. I don’t hate you. But something about a bank of mail servers at my hosting company was having a tiff with Comcast and the result was me not getting your email. I apologize. The hosting company says they’ve corrected the problem. After a year.

From now on, if that happens to you and you think it’s a real problem (i.e. the web site is up and running by email bounces) drop a comment on the website telling me your mail bounced. I’d rather fix these sooner rather than later.

Remember, if the site is up and running, email should be too. If the site is down, there’s probably an issue with the hosting company.


So Boring

Wow. Some boring game. If we had been in there insteadof the Colts, the
score would have been about 70-6.

And where the hell were all the good commercials?


Lite Brite Bombs

Over on Universal Hub, I’m following the threads on the “Bomb Hoax” (which wasn’t, it was an ad campaign, fyi). I posted all my thoughts there in one of the comments, so I’ll only excerpt here. Oh, and the title of the post was my utterly original reference in my comment. I was so proud of that one! And then I did some web-hoping and discovered someone else called them that too. Damn.

So anyway, I’m glad that the police reacted, I really am. My concern is the overreaction, and the complete post-event meltdown of our leaders. Yes, all bomb-like objects need to be treated as if they are bombs. But these things were blinking and waving at people for three weeks, and apparently, they didn’t appear to be bombs to the thousands of people who passed them every day.

The two young men who got thrown in jail for putting them up…that could be any of us. What if you were working on a robot kit (they sell them) and you put your project in your backpack and a wire or two was sticking out. And you put your bag down for a minute at the bus stop. You’d be sitting in jail with those other two guys for “scaring the public” with your fake bomb.

The line that got me was from a blogger who says he’s a homeland security consultant (?). He says:

“you can bet that now any sleeper cells in the US have tucked this
particular one away: what kind of fun thing can we use to disguise a bomb as
next time? …”

Um, dude? You don’t think they were already doing that? I mean, seriously, you don’t think they were trying to figure out how do disguise things as bombs BEFORE now? It’s so typical of the government these days. Blame the people. If a bomb shows up in the shape of a yo-yo, that’s going to be Ted Turner’s fault. We are to blame for terrorists doing terrorist things, just because we refuse to build bunkers to hide in for the rest of our lives.

Keep threatening to arrest people for taking pictures of birds. Don’t let people take magazines on flights. Because really, if we can’t live in a 100% completely paranoid state, we aren’t trying hard enough.