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I love that recreational marijuana is legal here in Washington. THC has been a big help to me with managing my physical issues, though I do my indulging with edibles, in general. And I'm not telling you how to live your life, or how to present yourself in public. But.

Smoking gets into your clothes. Seriously. This wasn't a myth by non-smokers (of tobacco) to torment smokers with. Get yourself some smoking clothes. No, I'm really not kidding - it's a suggestion, not an order, but it is a sincere suggestion; I'm sure there are some classic outfits, comfortable and easy to throw on/off. Or... maybe if a guy can tell you're a smoker the moment you get on the bus, it's just *vaguely* possible that you're doing it too much.

Not saying it is - just raising the possibility.

And no, I'm not saying it to you, to your face, because that's not my style - there could be reasons you can't change, and I'm not going to try to make a person feel bad if they are caught in a bad situation. But I am thinking it, and I'm sure everyone within half a bus length would agree that if you can try to keep your clothes from reeking, you'll be far more comfortably accepted anywhere that you can't be sure everyone else is a fellow smoker.
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So, today in innumeracy, we learn that $159 is not $59. Well, technically, we learned that Tuesday in innumeracy, when I was stunned to see the NEC classic was MSRP. Technically, it's $100 over MSRP, but what's a c-note extra for a piece of cheap silicon and plastic?

Yeah, I was stupid for not checking the MSRP. And I'm too lazy to return it. Ah, well, live and learn.

Work is going well - things are shaking out a bit and I'm starting to become more comfortable and able to do things quicker, but it's annual review time and I always hate that. I mean, it might be *good* this year. A lot of things that were bad in the past are turning better here at a healthier workplace.

I had two tricky SQL Server cases I was able to corral, including one from someone who was in "Why won't you run XP_FixItRightTheHellNow for me?"

(In SQL Server, "XP" means something's an eXtended stored Procedure and can do things other stored procedures can't. FixItRightTheHellNow is kind of like the mythical assembler command, DWIM - Do What I Mean. Neither XP_FixItRightTheHellNow, nor DWIM, have been implemented, even on the interface level, but people keep demanding them.)

But one I was able to trace the problems down, and in the other, I was able to explain that the behavior was odd, but normal and driven by activity in an expected fashion. Yesterday, I went into my "and if you didn't believe my prescription barrel, here's the diagnosis barrel" mode - a different, kinder, "with both barrels" method of dealing with customers. Contrary to the standard "give it to them with both barrels" this isn't intended to intimidate, but it is intended to provide some finality. Once I'm in this mode, it might not be the beginning of the end, but it sure as hell is the end of the beginning, in the Battle of Midway sense.

Heh. I turn "both barrels" into barrels of information, and I still end up with a war-based metaphor. Life is weird that way. Struggles shouldn't be war-like in most situations.

Ah well.

I've had a lousy two weeks - really tired and stressed - but I'm feeling good today. Moderately good news on that front: I did an interval workout Tuesday (interval workouts are 20 minutes with 5-7 1-minute running intervals - one of the quickest ways to strengthen the heart, and I can't do longer workouts at higher heart rates) and a lighter, but meaningful workout yesterday (15 minutes on a treadmill with hills) so my body isn't as exercise sensitive as I'd feared. But other stresses need to be tracked down and reduced.

I'm really pleased to see heavy resistance to Trump and the Republicans on Capitol Hill who are trying to prove that dumb slogans and empty ideas are a sound governing strategy. I hope some memories develop here - "yeah, we tried the 'blanket ban' strategy and saw how pathetic it was compared to the sound, competent plans put in place by people who counted success as solving the problem, not winning the news cycle."

And I guess that's all for today - it's time to get ready for work!
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There were times I thought that Marvel used a more scientific basis for comic books - and they might, in some fashion. And one of the times I thought about that most strongly was the decision that the Flash tapped into a "speed force" to drive his powers, and I thought that was stupid.

My mind has been changed in both directions. First, I saw some early Marvel super-hero comics, where the Invisible Girl (now Invisible Woman) developed a new super-power. You see, she could already turn invisible, but now, she could focus that power to create force fields - INVISIBLE force fields, see? Because she has INVISIBILITY powers!

Okay, that kind of wipes out much of DC's comparative sins. Sure, DC still has "power rings" (of multiple colors, reflecting multiple energies) and such, but Marvel really isn't all that pure either, with cosmic cubes, infinity gems and gauntlets, etc.. I mean, at least the Marvel magic is likely to have some Jack Kirby-inspired artwork, but that's not as much of an advantage in logic, science, and realism, as you might think.

(At least I hope not, or soon we might face the Trump administration, Now With Jack Kirby Inspired Artwork!)

But, come on, the "speed force"?

Well... it actually makes more sense.

(This reminds me of when I said I preferred the movie version of Snape's relationship with Lily, because it was more realistic for a master wizard to be able to move on, if he'd actually broken things as conclusively as he had in the books. This also reminds me that some folks have opined that there are expensive drugs consumed in an attempt to reach this particular state of mind.)

No, really, it makes more sense. The normal human body uses chemical sources of energy, and receive them in a *hideously* inefficient manner. A human being being able to "run" at 30 or 40 or 50 miles an hour can be reasonably considered, but as speeds go higher, the energy expenditure goes up extremely fast.

Next: critical velocity. Once the Flash is moving more than roughly 120 miles an hour, it takes more than 1g forward, but that means his feet have to be able to push the ground with more than 1g. That could happen if he was pushing forward from starting blocks used in sprints, but not from running forward normally.

Plus: a back of the envelope estimate says that in one mile, you can expect the curvature of the earth to drop by over one foot per mile. (1 mile forward in a straight line, drop a perpendicular there, estimate the sine of an angle is roughly equal to 1/x for small x, assume the earth drops 6250 miles (1/4th of 25000) in 4000 miles (radius of the earth - 1 mile is roughly the hypotenuse, and the opposite/hypotenuse is 1/4000 = roughly 1 mile/4000 drop.)

If he ran one mile in one second, 3600 mph, his feet would be leaving the ground. This is no problem for some of the newer speedsters who were limited to the speed of sound, but the original Flash could run the speed of light. At 36000mph, he's seeing ten feet drop in a second, and at 54000 mph, there's no way he can maintain his footing - a person doesn't fall that fast.

Except before he hits 54000 miles an hour, he's reached escape velocity, which, alas, is incorrectly named. Escape velocity is a *scalar*. If you are traveling at escape speed, and you are not pointing *at* the earth, you are now going to break free of earth's orbit (in a vacuum).

Put all these together, and the idea of a speed force that makes the changes required so he can actually do these things makes far more sense than "there's Something Special that makes him able to run that fast."

Of course, this breaks all reality, but then, so does a man from the planet Krypton having superhuman abilities because he came from a planet with higher gravity and a red sun.
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Dude, I get it.. You hate to be pushed toward doing the right thing. But don't call it terrible in pubic!
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So, this is a Simon and Garfunkel tune, heavy on the Garfunkel, who *still* has far more range than I so I need two things. COuld someone give me a reference note?
(friendly filker strikes a note on guitar) Okay, I was hoping for something written, that's why I asked for a 'note'. And one final thing that will protect the ears of those who have knowledge of voices... (looks around) Deborah? Where's the helium? Oh, well...."

TTTO: Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

Last night I had a stranger dream than any I'd pull from my rump
I dreamed the Presidency went to Donald OhMyGod Trump
I dreamed inauguration day,
Attended by powerful men,
And with the speechifying we knew
There'd soon be more fighting again.
And when the speechifying's done
And a million freedoms frayed,
They laughed a bit maniacally
At thoughts of the wealth to be made.
And the people in the streets below
Were protesting all around
As ACA, enviro regs, were tramped on the ground.
Last night I had a stranger dream than any I'd pull from my rump
I dreamed the Presidency went to Donald OhMyGod Trump
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This is a filk I'd tried to write for a long time and it finally gelled. It's still a work in progress because it deserves to be sharpened up.

TTTO Big Bad John, though there are extra verses:

Intro: a lot of time, people complain that women heroes are built by a sausage factory - a group of men deciding what heroic women should be like. I tried to avoid the worst of it in this piece, but I reckon there's no way to avoid it entirely. You young folks here can ask your grandparents why I think this was funny.
(ObExplanation: Jimmy Dean, who later bent his efforts towards making breakfast sausage was the original author and singer.)

Just before the circle started you could see her arrive
She stood five foot even weighed 245
Kinda rounded at the shoulders, kinda broad across the ass
'N tweren't nobody 'bout to raise their glass to big Jan.
(big Jan... big Jan...) big broad Jan.

She worked pretty hard to try to fit in
'N magic worked better when she was within
The circle though she wa'ant no popular gal
No real friends just a couple a pals,
To big Jan.

Somebody said she'd battled through dreams
'N kicked out a beastie that was raisin' some screams
But a spell gone bad had burned to the bone
Burned out her heart and left her alone big Jan.
(big Jan... big Jan) Big lone Jan

She wasn't that pretty though quick with her wit
And always had time to help for a bit.
But never stuck around when it come time for play
So's I reckon we thought we'd lose her one day.

But she kept coming back, sometime wi'out a smile
'N helped shape the spellwork for us after a while
I started to realize she had more to her then
I knew we'd all see it, but I didn't know when, big Jan.
(big Jan... big Jan) Big deep Jan

One yuletide circle everthing was a fright
'N hellfire erupted instead of delight
We panicked as we felt the demon's dark spell
And everyone thought they were trapped in this hell 'cept Jan

Through the smoke and the fires of the demon from hell
Strode a hell of a woman nobody knew well.
Took up her stance, lookin' fragile as glass
Yet she stared down the demon - "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

(Big Jan... big Jan...) big bad Jan.

([rising] big Jan)
Her power shone, all the strength of her will
Pushed back the demon, deprived'm o'his kill
The rest of us escaped from that demon's planned grave
Now there's only one left back there to save, big Jan.

Before they could help her, the demon struck back
It was near dead certain as he made his attack.
Fire and despair would tear her to death
With everyone sure she'd breathed her last breath big Jan.
(big Jan big Jan) big bad Jan.

The death strike landed, that demon's best shot
A defiant Jan asked "hey - is that all you got?
I've suffered through worse doing time in high school
Your power can't break me, you demonic old fool!"

With brand new hope they cast the next spell
Ta link 'em back to Jan at the gates of that hell
They were ready to help her if any was needed
twasn't no need, though - one bastard, defeated, by Jan.
(big Jan Big Jan) Big Bad Jan.

They never spoke much of what happened that night.
Never seemed proper to discuss in the light.
'cept for one big lesson they'd learned in the end.
Sometimes the quiet folks make a hell of a friend... like big Jan.

Addendum: "The spell gone bad" clearly did not burn out her heart, or I wouldn't describe her as "a hell of a friend". That line is there because the leftover trauma kept her from connecting as well with a new group as well as she might have otherwise - I also kind-of assume that the after-effects of Big John having killed a man kept John separated from his co-workers.
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This one was going for "tearjerker" - it kinda works that way for me, a second one for Pratchett:

TTTO Blowing In The Wind:
How many books can an author give to us
When the fates have become so unkind
And why there's no more joys he can he at our feet
Is a question I'll admit I've often whined
How many more years would it be till he'd given
Us the contents of that wonderous mind?
The answer my friend...
(is blowing in the wind? One that never ends?) blowing in the wind. The answer is blowing in the wind.

How many years can the Discworld be real
In the minds of so many loving fans
How many stories did we deserve to enjoy
About a strangely real seeming land?
Just how can you handle that the gods cheated us of
Even more books written by that hand?
The answer my friends...

Well the signal can't be stopped is a lesson that we learned
From the people who ran the Firefly
G-N-U Terry Pratchet has continued to this day
As a way to keep his mem'ry alive
But the question still remains, so be sure we will demand
That the universe explain to us WHY?
But that answer my friend...
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So, I went to Conflikt this weekend, and while I couldn't participate much, I did decide to indulge my poetic, creative side..

After that five minute interlude, I decided to try to write some filk.

A filker mentioned there weren't enough Discworld filks, and there wasn't a "never set the cat on fire" song. I decided I'd try to start one, though others with deeper knowledge of the whole series could do better.. still:

TTTO Never Set The Cat On Fire
Never cross Gran Weatherwax
It's sure to bring you trouble
The elder witch is wise and skilled
And sure to leave you humbled.
And even if you're awful grim
Don't ask 'bout hedgehog buggrin'
No never cross Gran Weatherwax

And mind your manners in accordance with the facts
and never cross Gran Weatherwax.

Don't ever start a barroom brawl
when the city guard's aroundya
they're on a competency swing
and the troll might kinda poundya
And even if your life is hard
don't duel the over-tall dwarf guard
No never start a barroom brawl

And mind your manners in accordance with the facts
And never cross Gran Weatherwax.

Don't overbuild the pyramids
they'll warp time space continuum
The damage warping does to books
means the author can't continue 'em.
It will disrupt the graves of pharohs
So their kids would shoot you full of arrows,
no don't overbuild the pyramids.

And mind your manners, in accordance with the facts
And never cross Gran Weatherwax.

Don't bottle feed a baby dragon
It fills me with forboding
Just in case you knew it not
dragons often are exploding!
They breathe out deadly fire, friend,
or jet wash from the other end...
so don't bottle feed a baby dragon.

And mind your manners....

(Edited to fix a homophone misspelling)

(Note: in the books, it was an actual jet exhaust... but I couldn't get that to scan.)
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So, I was thinking of the misery of thinking of going out for yogurt and pro-biotics pills, and maybe a bit of this and that.

And then a thought came to me. Yes I work for "Amazon Web Services" but we're not called that because we provide web space to Diana Prince[1]! Gee, if only someone had used the wondrous cloud based tools to make an online shopping store that had overnight, and sometimes even same day delivery... oh, right! They had!

(That's kind of how AWS started. "Look at all these cool toys we built. I bet other people would like to use them. Well... let's find out!")

Prime Now had some grocery options - I got some Coke 0 and yogurt (and eggs). Well, the Coke comes off the shelf, but the refrigerated groceries were packed with dry ice.

Damn shame I have to wait, like, an hour to let the soda get cold... wait.

Fill the sink with cold water.
CAREFULLY break up the dry ice with a hammer. Put the dry ice in, and then the soda. The water mass is too large to get below 0 C but tap water is 50-60 degrees (ETA: 50-60 Fahrenheit - about 10C) right now; that alone is a quick way to partially chill the soda.

An added benefit I hadn't considered: the bubbling of the dry ice caused some agitation. In a sink full of water, and 6 cans of room temperature soda, I doubt agitation matters too much - but it does help ensure that there's circulation, so the warmer water near the cans is moved away.

Plus you get that whole "witch's (sink-)cauldron" effect.

The water in my sink is now about 3C - colder than my refrigerator, and water sucks heat out far better than air. This barely counts as "science!" but it's still fun.

[1] aka Wonder Woman - an Amazon, you see. Yes, terrible allusion-pun.
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So: Friday night, I thought I had a tiny zit on my nose. This happens with a CPAP, nothing to worry about.

Saturday, it felt like the infection was spreading - it looked like it had grown a bit, and it was redder.

Sunday, it had definitely spread, I could see it climbing up and across my nose and I felt a tad feverish (I wasn't, though). And I could see the skin that was definitely infected starting to ooze a bit, like a broken blister.

I went to urgent care, and it was definitely the right call - I had cellulitis, which can spread quickly and can quickly become life-threatening. I got a shot of antibiotics and more to take (and I was warned to go straight to the drug store, and immediately fill my prescription, and start taking them immediately), so I did.

I called out sick from work on Monday. Today, I'm out sick again, and I'm still wiped out, and all from an infection that was about the size of a quarter, or maybe just a bit bigger.

The good news is that it seems like we nipped the infection in the bud. It's definitely shrinking and looking like a skin area recovering from infection. That doesn't mean I'm completely out of the woods, but it's a good sign.

I hope I don't have to tell any readers to always finish any course of antibiotics - it's especially vital with something like this that can be fast spreading, and that might already be mildly resistant to the antibiotics you're taking.

Next step: yogurt and other pro-biotics. A ten day course can wreck havoc on one's helpful bacteria.
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Time Traveler: "I expected horrors... but I didn't expect The Donald presidency!"

(record scratch sound)

"NOBODY expects The Donald Presidency! Its chief weapon is deception! Deception and bigotry, bigotry and deception... its TWO main weapons are deception and bigotry... and bullshit. Its THREE main weapons are deception, bigotry, bullshit, and a fanatical devotion to incompetence and outdated social theories....

It's four... no, AMONGST its weaponry are such diverse elements as deception, bigotry, bullshit, and a fanatical devotion to incompetence!"

(The record scratch comes from the album version I heard most often. However, if you're completely confused: - Monty Python link.)
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I found this on Benford's law:'s_law

I reckon you could find low initial digits in some scientific data, and you might think it's really amazing... but the point of the law is that when reporting things, the first digit is the most significant, and a lot of times, people want a measurement that tends to make that important at 1. So if a Watt is a decently meaningful amount of power, then it's no surprise if you find that 1, or 10, or 100 Watts will be more likely to be meaningful than 5, or 50. If 5 Watts was a common, useful quantity, then the measurement probably would have been divided by 5 to make 1 (new) Watt a useful quantity.

Now: it would be kinda curious if it turned out that the number of miles (exactly) between the center of the sun and the center of other stars followed Benford's law for miles, or even for light years (since the 365 days of light's travel is arbitrary - I mean, forced by the length of a year, but "a year" on another planet could be vastly different.)

Heh. Though this reminds me of a story idea I had that I never did anything with. An earth scientist, shortly after the earth joins the league of planets comes with stunning news - delivered humbly, or perhaps boastfully depending on the story - about how the earth is actually the perfect center of the known universe. And everyone laughs... because there's always some measurement for any planet that joins the league that puts them in the perfect center, and a new planet's scientists always "discover" it shortly after they get their map of inhabited systems.
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New entries in LongHairedWeirdo. I feel like I'm tightening up the writing on some of the last ones - feel free to let me know if you agree (or not).

I've learned the joys of some casual gaming, like the Candy Crush series. I've also learned the joys of portable power packs for your phone. See, these games can drain the heck out of your battery. Too many charge/discharge cycles weakens your battery's ability to hold a charge. Ah, but if you charge a portable power pack, and plug your phone into that, you're not using your phone's (possibly non-replaceable) battery - you're using a cheap, easily replaced one.

This July, I moved from Microsoft SQL Server support, to AWS Database Services support. I knew it was the right move for me at the time, but there was an additional synchronicity: my hip has been recovering faster and doing better than ever.

If you ever have a tilted pelvis that un-tilts, let me tell you: It's a long slog. And you might feel like your leg is twisted in three or four different directions - and it probably is, there are probably multiple muscles attaching to your femur, hip, or lower back, each of which is shortened or tight, causing that twisty feeling. It's slow, but it can be fixed.

Carrie Fisher died - one of the saddest things that struck me about heroes is she mentioned once during an interview (I think she was actually *giving* the interview!) that it was hard for her to find relationships that weren't based around a guy wanting to have sex with Princess Leia - one of those things I'd never thought of, and, one thing that struck me was how hard it would be to avoid that kind of thing. Even a guy who loves the whole woman might still find his brain going there.

I hope she found freedom from that, and peace, and joy. She was a hell of a woman.

I'm scared for the future of America - I won't deny it. When George W was the President, and could ignore multiple parts of the law, engage in (and normalize) torture, and be cheered for starting a pointless war, I felt that he wasn't like Hitler - he was going to have his one war, and he intended to stop right there.

But I realized he was paving the way. See, the Republicans fell in line and supported his violations of the law for spying on Americans, defended, and praised, his torture, and still seem to feel the war was no biggie.

I don't know that Donald Trump is Hitler-dangerous... but there are no more steps. It's not like, George W Bush paved the way for Trump, who paves the way for the next step in the progression. A Hitler-wannabe could have run Trumps campaign - that he won, and that his political party is supporting him and his win, in spite of the spying by Russia, misuse of law enforcement, and quality of their candidate, really worries me.

(I'm not expecting them to turn down a win they got handed - but I am horrified they're not even paying lip service to concern about these issues.)

This isn't right, it isn't normal, and it's not what America can be, or should be.

I know that the Republicans will mess up. Trump isn't competent, and neither is the Republican Party when they let themselves be driven by their worst elements. I just hope that that when they do, it's readily apparent, and not too awful. I keep having nightmares that our President elect will get tired of waiting and demand a nuclear strike on Daesh (for example).

Anyway: that's my life on the last day of a year that's been *way* too much in the bad-news realm.
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One warning: back when I was young and stupid - by which I mean, "in my 30s and still thinking that we had time" - I was hoping for a warm, friendly loving set of ideas to help knit things back together.

But we don't have time. And love, while powerful, isn't very fast. You can love your enemy, and still realize that the best end to a particular incident is a solid jab to the nose, to stop the fight, and then, you can try to figure out what's most loving.

(I was using a boxing metaphor in another discussion yesterday, and "jab" is, in fact, precisely the right term. A jab is a defensive sort of punch - fast, hard-enough, and often intended to stop a rush, or break up an attack.)

I do have some limits: While I'll speculate, I won't slander. While I'll poke at every weak spot, I'm not a dirty fighter. (Dan Vitter is known to have visited prostitutes. I don't mind pointing out the massive hypocrisy of his being in the party that claims "family values". But I won't mention *why* it's suggested he visited prostitutes. One's kinks are one's own business, and exploration of kink is a *fine* reason to visit pros, if you can't play with your spouse.)

And I am trying to maintain a friendly manner to many of the people. I'm not angry that people voted for Trump. I do think many of them made a mistake - a perfectly reasonable mistake. And sure, many of them have been told I'm an evil bastard because I voted for Hillary Clinton... but I'm not going to blame them for what they've been told, nor even for believing it. In a sick society, where truth isn't valued, people will believe things that are wrong.

Side note: Yes, Trump was widely supported by white supremecists. Those people are nasty, but I'm not angry that they voted for Trump - I'm angry that they're such evil people. There are a lot of ugly myths out there that I'm also angry about - but I'm not angry at people who've been given an ugly, hateful mythology from which to work; does that makes sense? Also: I'm not criticizing you - whoever you are - if you are angry at every single Trump voter. I'd like to here why, and I might well disagree. But I'm not talking about *you* here - I'm talking only about me, and how I'm choosing to write in a particular blog.

My goal is to hit real, living, meaningful issues. I don't want to talk about how a Trump SCOTUS pick might impact Roe v. Wade - but I will talk about the importance of birth control and abortion access. And I might point out how GOP picks tend to say "it's okay if a company rips you off whenever and however they like, so long as it's always just below the threshold of making it worthwhile to go into the mandated arbitration, where you couldn't prove they cheated you, so you lose anyway."
I'd love advice on:

Presentation: how can I kick up my posting a bit, include some graphics or other text-wall breakers? (Side note: I've seen some *horrible* animated gifs that are jerky and fast moving and so distracting I can't read the surrounding post. None of that! But a few simple animations won't scare me off, if they don't detract from text.

Writing style: are my jokes really old or too far out to be understood? Is one of the shots I took excessively cheap? Am I being too wordy or rambling too long? Am I being my overpedantic self, and getting too deep into explicit and careful meanings, repeatedly pointing out things that are technical, and of little use? How about redundancy, and repetition? Any of that? Is the passive voice being avoided?

Links: Any good links? I don't read a lot of blogs. I'm looking for generally honest, lefty blogs.

Setting up a not-totally-super-boring blog-like page. Links on the side board, both to important posts (rules for commenting, for example); user pics - me, or something where something else is dominant (see my catrider default!)?

When it comes to setting up the page, or helping "kick up" my presentation - in some cases, these are professional services, and I'm more than willing to pay for them. If you think you can help, let me know your rates and estimates on hours.)
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I put this into a response, but since it reminded me of another old legend (that I believe I first heard about in alt.callahans) I figured I'd share the response as well.

(in response to the bumper sticker taking three days to figure out)

Three days isn't too bad - it took me weeks, seeing it every day. I'm not sure why I was sure it meant something, but I was... but I kept thinking in the wrong direction. "Your mind is greater than an imaginary bear? But why sum of n bear-times-i divided by n?" "A brain is greater than (n+1)/2 bears?"

(See, if it was the sum of bear, times the counting number, from 1 to n (one bear, two more bears, 3 more bears...), well the sum from 1 to n of the counting numbers is n(n+1)/2. Divide by n, it becomes (n+1)/2.)

I wish I could remember how and when I suddenly thought "it's an AVERAGE of bears!" at which point, it hit me.

It's fun, though, and a lot better than a legend I heard of a riddle on a radio show.

They asked "What's the first thing you know?"

Well, technically, they asked "What's 'the first thing you know'" - the inner quotes are *essential*, as you'll see.

People phone in guess after guess for three solid days, from the philosophical to the comical, pun-inspired and not. No one (so the legend goes) was ready for the real answer.

(I promise you: this is not a rickroll and is work safe.)

The legend continues, quite reasonably for a legend, that a police escort was required to get the DJs out of the radio station.

If you're not keen on clicking on random links (good for you, BTW!), I'll include the answer in the comments.
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I'm still thinking of how a person with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome can fight back against the GOP, in hopes of making them sane again. Blogging is all I can think of. I'm not sure if I should try to blog elsewhere, or just say what I have to say here (or seeing if LongHairedWeirdo - my nom du blog - is available on LJ/DW). Any thoughts?

Interlude: At work, there are a collection of clever and cute bumper stickers. One bothered me for a long time... I finally figured it out recently, though.

It shows a picture of a brain, and a > (greater than) sign. On the right hand side, it had sigma (sum of) i = 1 to n, of (a picture of a bear)/n.


brain picture > (sum from 1 to n) of (bearpicture)-sub-i, divided by n

Can you figure it out?
spoiler/hint )
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One of the most underplayed stories in the election was the strong belief by US intelligence that Russia was screwing with the election. That, combined with this XKCD comic, should be pretty scary:

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Nov. 19th, 2016 10:33 am
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One thing you'd think you could trust the GOP to believe is that it's horrible to demand "safe spaces", and that asking for protection is political correctness run amok.

Oops. (Sorry Rick Perry, you don't get to trademark that - besides, your trademarked use is your inability to remember your own "I swear this is important to me!" policy positions.)
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Oscar the Grouch: Time Lord? Tardis thief? Or simple winner of the "most livable trash can" design ever?

I come down on the side of time lord. I've seen him walking his trash can around (feet coming out the bottom), and also seen evidence of substantial living space within it. This argues in favor of the chameleon circuits shifting the position of the doorway. And what could make a person so grumpy on a magical, safe space like Sesame Street? Well - probably that he's caught there, unable to investigate the goings on in the surrounding universe, and unable to talk to anyone about anything truly important to him.

(Oh, sure, he helps in the teaching of letters, numbers, reading, and how to get along in the great big world full of different people. Those are important, to him and to all - but there are always things that matter to an individual, like the fundamental nature of the universe, the mutability of history (and why it doesn't paradoxically close off time travel), and why chameleon circuits always get stuck in embarrassing configurations.)
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It's normal in politics to attack, even slander, one's opponents. "Politics ain't beanbag" is a common statement. It's part of the "game"... and even if it was considered a terrible breach of character, it would still happen; it just would happen through surrogates. cut for politics. )
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