Saturday, August 03, 2019

Sometimes I wonder what the hell is wrong with me

I was going through some old course work, and found the introduction to my essay on Anatomy and Physiology.  Now, this is dry stuff.  So my brain must have kicked in to gear, because what was supposed to be a scholarly treatise on medical terminology came out like this:

Anatomy and Physiology!  Two things that have fascinated me from my youth!  Well….  to be honest, only in specific areas; as a young man I was very interested in the anatomy that all young men are interested in, and as an old man, I now spend way too much time contemplating my own physiology, with such examples of “Why can’t I do that anymore?”, “Why do I make that noise?” and “Why is my hair migrating downwards?” 

Early anatomists studied the human body by cutting apart human cadavers and finding out what was inside.  Apparently it was interesting enough for them to continue exploring, even after finding and naming the colon.  Anatomy is at it’s basic level the identification of the parts of the body, while physiology is the explanation of how the body works.  To put it simply, if I point at that big joint in the middle of your leg and say “That is the KNEE!”, I have identified a part of your anatomy.  If I then kick you in the knee, the nerves in your knee send the sensory signals to your brain as “pain”.  Your brain then sends electrical signals to your hands to “slap the taste out of my mouth” as a response.  That’s physiology.  Anatomy identifies the part.  Physiology explains how it works. 

While reading about the human body, I discovered that the Spleen is part of the Lymphatic system (page 10).  I had never heard the term “Homeostasis” until I read about it (page 16), I was finally able to understand what the “Sagittal Plane” was (page 19), and although I knew what DNA and RNA were, I did not understand how they functioned (page 27).  I must say, just that one assignment makes reading my medical records a bit more interesting.

And yes, that's actually what I submitted.  I did get an "A" for the course.

Friday, August 02, 2019

Well, I just had to buy a motorcycle lift

Because I can't take the rear fender off without removing the shock absorbers, and I can't remove the shock absorbers without lifting the bike off the ground to remove the pressure from them.

This is getting to be one hell of a hassle just to follow the tail-light wire to see if the insulation is worn through.

By next Friday, if I don't have an answer, I will probably just take it to a damn shop and tell them to fix it.

Thursday, August 01, 2019

Not mentioned in this article: The Obvious

Doctors are seeing more and more cases of drug-resistant HIV.

Health authorities have uncovered an alarming surge in resistance to crucial HIV drugs. 
Surveys by the World Health Organization (WHO) reveal that, in the past 4 years, 12 countries in Africa, Asia and the Americas have surpassed acceptable levels of drug resistance against two drugs that constitute the backbone of HIV treatment: efavirenz and nevirapine.

There is much weeping and wailing about this fact, with much speculation as to why it's happening.  And not one single mention of the most obvious reasons:

The vast majority of people who contract HIV/AIDS do so through risky behaviors.  Promiscuous sex and IV drugs.  Giving people the anti-virals doesn't automatically stop the risky behavior.  And that's not even touching the fact that these people have contracted a virus that is known for mutating rapidly enough that the human body can't keep up with it. 

Drug-resistant HIV is around for the same reason that drug-resistant gonorrhea is around:  Because people refuse to modify their behavior in order to avoid catching the disease.  And it will eventually catch up and kill them, and all I will be able to say is "Well, sucks to be you, doesn't it?"  Gonorrhea, like AIDS, is not non-selective.  It's very selective.  It's not airborne.  You cannot catch it from a toilet seat.  You can't get it from being around an infected person.  You have to engage in a swap of body fluids with an infected person, and those activities that would transmit the disease are well known and highly researched.  And if people once again start dying from these diseases, well...  it's a horrible death, and I wouldn't want to die that way.  But I'm not sticking my willie into anything that moves, either.  In fact, I'm monogamous with my wife, and she's monogamous with me, which means the chance of either of us coming down with any STD is zero.  We will never catch AIDS, we will never catch gonorrhea, we won't have the clap, we won't have syphilis.  That's how it works.

Which means we will not be contributing to the drug-resistance of HIV.  Because we don't engage in those behaviors.

I don't know if it's true, but it's believable.

Especially Stelter.  That bastard has "Uncle Bad-Touch" written all over his face.

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

It's time to wash the Jesuits down the drain of history

Since they're no longer really interested in promoting Catholicism, or even sanity.  Jorge Bergolio is a Jesuit, and if he were only an outlier you could forgive the order for having a loon or two pop into the public light.  But James Martin, Eth Jay, the homosexual priest pushing for open homosexuality in the Catholic Church, is also a Jesuit.  And the various Jesuit institutions of higher learning that have failed to actually uphold any kind of Catholic values?

Once is an accident.
Twice is coincidence.

Three times is enemy action.

Hundreds and hundreds of times is a converged order that no longer recognizes the supremacy of God, but instead is full of narcissistic, evil men who don't actually believe any of what the Church teaches.

If the Jesuits fell off the face of the earth tomorrow, the Catholic Church would be far better off than it is now.

Do you need any more proof that Snopes is just a bunch of left-wing hacks lying their asses off to help the Democrat Party?

How about the time they tried to get a satire site listed as "fake news" and deplatformed?

The Babylon Bee is actually quite funny, because they recognize that all humor has an element of truth in it.  Kinda like this:

Snopes Issues Pre-Approval Of All Statements Made in Tonight's Democrat Debate

Yeah, it's a giggle-snort, because anyone with half a functioning braincell knows that there's some truth behind that statement. 

Snopes has all the credibility of Wikipedia these days.

Re-affirming that the Rule of Law is deader than a doornail

Get a load of this BS.

The ACLJ has obtained the DOJ’s infamous immunity agreements with Hillary Clinton’s top aides  Cheryl Mills and  Heather Samuelson – documents previously unreleased to the public and which include the DOJ attempting to enter an  agreement not to comply with the requirements of FOIA, and which confirm it agreed to  “dispose” of evidence, including Mills’ and Samuelson’s “culling laptops” which contained all of the missing emails from Hilary Clinton’s private homebrew server.
Emphasis in the original.

Keep in mind that as the DOJ was literally destroying evidence of Hillary Clinton's crimes, they were simultaneously prosecuting a Sailor who had self-identified his photo as violating classified information standards.

Every single person involved in covering up Hillary Clinton's crimes should do jail time.  At a minimum.

To Quote Instapundit

I'll believe it's a crisis when the people claiming it's a crisis begin to act like it's a crisis.

Also, any one single attendee to Google Camp creates more CO2 for this one single trip than I create in a year.

Many of the guests, including Obama and DiCaprio — who has his own climate change foundation — have described global warming as the biggest threat to future generations. 
But according to Italian press reports, the attendees were expected to show up in 114 private jets, and 40 had arrived by Sunday. 
The Post crunched the numbers and found that 114 flights from Los Angeles to Palermo, Italy, where Camp guests landed, would spew an estimated 100,000 kilograms of CO2 into the air.

I refuse to be lectured about Global Warming by hypocritical shitstains who arrive to a fancy, energy-sucking event on a YACHT.  That would be a giant ass boat who's fuel economy is measured in gallons per mile.

Stars there also include Harry StylesOrlando BloomDiane von Furstenberg and Barry Diller, who arrived on their enormous $200 million yacht Eos, which has both sails and two 2,300-horsepower diesel engines. 
Billionaire Dreamworks founder David Geffen, meanwhile, gave Perry and Bloom a ride on his $400 million yacht, Rising Sun.
When the vehicle you use has a fuel tank larger than my house, then YOU are the problem, not me.

All of these people can die screaming and spend eternity choking on the barbed cock of satan.  The smarmy fucking hypocrites.

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Well, #$@!

That short turned out to be an actual short, and now I'm tearing the bike apart looking for the wire that's shorting out and popping fuses.


Old eyes

Way back when I started blogging, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and humans huddled in caves to protect themselves from the gods fighting, I used to read quite a few folks who were old and wise.

And that's not really hyperbole.  They were the greybeards of society, expounding on what they saw as problems, and why they were problems, and what the solutions could be.  But every now and then they would essentially garble a sentence, or mis-spell a simple word, and my brain would click.  "How does a man that smart mis-spell a simple word?"

Fast-forward to now, and I have reading glasses that I have to wear whenever I write on a computer, and if I don't have them, sure as shit the word "superb" becomes "suburb".  Or "chugged" becomes "chucked".

I'm quite disturbed by this, as I'm certain I'm still 25 and not (mumblemumble) years old like my ID said I am.

Anyways....  it's a question my brain has always had, now answered.  Dammit.

Monday, July 29, 2019

So, the bike cut out on me yesterday

Right as I was pulling into the driveway.  All the indicator lights, off.  No vroom.  However, I could get the starter to turn over.

What the hell?

I didn't have my service manual yet, so I was a tad bit perturbed.  I pushed it into the garage (thank you Lord for not allowing it to die on the interstate) and waited for the engine and pipes to cool before I started tearing it apart.

Later that night, after dinner (hoooooooo boy I'll write about that later) I go in to the garage and start taking the sides off.  Found the took kit, hiding behind the DynoFlo controller, which I didn't even know I had.  On the other side, the fuse boxes, which were what I was looking for in the first place.  All the large fuses look good.  Smaller fuses I pulled out one at a time.  Good, Good, Good, Good, Good, Not-so-good-what-the-heck?

Spare fuses?  Yes, we have those.  Slapped a new fuse in and grabbed my key.  Could it be this simple?


Indicator lights on.  Hit the start button.  Much Vroom.  Yay!

Got a bunch more spare fuses today, and I'm going to swap out all the old ones.  It's a 17 year old bike, there's no telling what kind of condition they are in.

Now, about that dinner.....

The Mrs had made chicken wings a couple nights ago that were hotter than Satan's farts, and we kept the sauce to make chicken sammiches with in the future.  Well, the future was last night.  Left-over chicken shredded up, sauce added, blue cheese crumbled on top, greenery on top of that, and let's chow down. 

Little did I know that the old sauce apparently wasn't enough to go around, so the Mrs. made some more.  But because we didn't have any more of the original hot sauce, she used what she had in the fridge, which is akin to adding NO2 to a gasoline engine.

Oh.  Maw.  Gawd.

I had sweat running down from the top of my head.  My face was red.  My nose was running.  I ate a sammich and a half, and then scarfed down a pint of ice cream trying to make the burning pain go away.  I managed to go to bed last night with only a slight discomfort in my gut.  And then I woke up this morning, grabbed my usual water, followed by coffee, which today was followed by *gurgle*gurgle*gurgle*

Aw, shit.  Literally.

I made it to the bathroom.  But I didn't have time to grab the ice cubes I needed to cool off the flames shooting from my sphincter, nor did I have time to install the seatbelt I needed to keep from banging my head on the ceiling as the flaming jet fuel shot out of my ass.  I'm amazed none of the neighbors called 911, given the A) howling of extreme pain coming from my house, or B) the waves of toxic, flammable gasses flowing out the bathroom window.

About half an hour later, I crawled to the fridge, grabbed the milk and chugged about a quart of it before I managed to get my legs to stop shaking.  I made it to work barely on time.  The pain had mostly subsided by the time lunch came around, and that was a nice bland ham and cheese sammich.  No spice.  With chocolate milk, just to make sure the fire was out for certain.

I'm off of spice for about a month, maybe longer.

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Don't know how I missed this

I blame being busier than a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest.  Anyways, if you haven't seen it (and if YouTube had it's way, you wouldn't), here's more Bill Whittle.


The HQ of the Bureau of Land Management is going to be headed OUT of D.C.

Bernhardt, who won White House kudos for pulling off the biggest ever change to the July 4 celebration in Washington, raised hackles in D.C. media circles when he announced that headquarters staff of the Bureau of Land Management would be moved to Colorado. 
Several administrations have promised to shift Washington operations to areas of the country they oversee, but this is the first, and indications from Colorado news media and elected officials indicate that is that it is a winner. 
And his letter suggests that he is looking for more staff to shift out of Washington.

Friggin' awesome.  With the Department of Agriculture moving to KC, and now this?  All those un-elected bureaucrats are going to have to find some other way of wasting our money than fancy dinners with politicians.  They're going to have to actually live in the country they want to rule, and they don't like it one bit.


I want to move the EPA to Baton Rouge, LA, so that when they complain about other people using air conditioning we can turn theirs off and see how they like it.

We can move the Department of Energy to Minot, N.D.  Oh, you don't want an oil pipeline to be built?  Well, let's just turn off that heating oil of yours.  Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.

What other agencies can be moved?  How about moving the Department of Education to Baltimore, since that city is pretty much a paragon of Publik Skool, and the results thereof.

Any suggestions?

I think I broke myself a little bit

Hit the gym hard last week.  Couldn't run in the morning, so I made up for that with weights.  Yesterday, my back and shoulders were really tight.  But there's a yard to do, so it's off to mow, and then trim, and then pull out the damn thistles that infest this place because the previous tenant didn't do a damn thing with the yard, and then we pulled out more Virginia Creeper, and laid down plastic to keep the back area on the other side of the fence from re-growing, and by the time all was said and done I had a screaming headache and my wife couldn't get my muscles to actually move.

I'm doing much better now, thank god.  Still a bit sore.  Just a reminder from my body that I shouldn't be a stupid, hard-headed idiot who still thinks he's 25 instead of (mumblemumble).