So there was a wreck on I-110 today, heading northbound. The wife and I were coming back from getting the food, and we were stuck, like everyone else. A few people decided they were too important to wait. Including this guy:
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He went about a half mile down the side of the interstate before coming into contact with the best cop ever. The cop stopped, got on to him, and parked in front of him. Then later, just before I took this picture (we were going 0mph as evidenced by my speedometer), the guy tried to get around the cop.
The cop got out of his car and pointed for the guy to stay where he was, making him wait.
Bendy and I both about died. It still makes me smile.
You’re not too important to wait, Mister Big Gold Chevy Silverado from Texas. If we all can do it, you can do it, too. It’s not a big deal; unless you have a legitimate emergency you should wait like the rest of us so that emergency vehicles can use the shoulder.
The worst part, though? The guy clearly had to see that cops were stopping people doing that, both at that end and way back where the guy started. Imbecile.
Months ago I outlined many projects I’m working on. This is an update:
Basically, I’ve gotten nothing done. I finished rereading the first novel I finished, The Five. I finished writing the sequel, The Beloved, but now I think there’s more I need to do.
The next undertaking will be another go at getting The Five published. Then I’ll look at the sequel again.
The Last Cigar hasn’t went anywhere. But I still think about it.
I’ve moved more toward dressing up more at work — bought some ties, another suit jacket, dress pants, etc. Which is good, as I’ll end up wearing a tie for the next two or three days at work. There’s something about a suit and tie that I enjoy. Maybe that’s part of what’s wrong with my brain.
Two weeks into No S and Shovelglove and I’m down a pound. 241. I figure roughly 58 to go. The Wii thinks I should be 157.2 pounds (to be exact), but I figure in the 180s I’ll still look human. At 157 the Bendy wife would leave me for a man who doesn’t look like Sally Struthers should be trying to get you to give him ten cents a day.
So right now, having had the last meal of the day and done the exercise, I am on the porch with a new cigar — a Finck’s 1893. It’s a nice hand rolled smoker. First one, though, and it has a good hour left on it, so not sure where to rank it. So far it’s pretty good.
The humidor is getting fuller. I still need to hot glue the humidifiers back in place — the damn factory glue just isn’t holding. Right now I have around 40 cigars in it, and it will supposedly hold 300. I’m not sure where they got that figure — I’ll be surprised if it holds half that. But I don’t have a pressing need for 300 cigars at a time.
Right now I’m stocking it mostly with “rejects” or “seconds.” The best of those so far remains the Santiago Seconds, but the Finck’s Rejects aren’t bad at all for a dollar a stick. I bought some “Dominican Segundos” from Finck’s with the 1893s, so those’ll be interesting to try. They look similar to the Santiago Seconds.
I also tried a Montecristo Classic. It didn’t dethrone the White, but it was a damn good cigar. There’s just something about the white label Montecristo that I can’t get enough of.
Obama takes one step further from transparency..
Not surprised. One of the biggest lies Obama told was that he’d have the most transparent presidency in history. We’ve seen, time after time, how this hasn’t held up. Even the press has gotten annoyed with it. So what’s one more step, right?
Except it sucks, and we’re stuck with this guy until January of 2013 at the earliest. I’m not that big of a fan of the Republicans, but at least if they win in November it will halt his power trip a little. Maybe even enough to see us through the next two to six years.
Since Monday last week I’ve been sticking to the No S Diet. I’ve also started the Shovelglove exercises. I didn’t think to weigh myself last week, but today when I got on the scale I was 242 pounds. Which is probably a personal high.
The goal isn’t some arbitrary number, but rather “when I feel like I fit into a suit nicely.”
- Sometimes the mouse bugs me, and I want to just stare at the monitor and move the cursor with my brain. (actually with this sort of control we wouldn’t need a cursor). It would also make for easier dealing with highlighted/unhighlighted windows; I often start typing in the wrong window if I’m focused on the idea, not the computer.
- The task bar being typically aligned to run lengthwise is poor design now that monitors are wide screen. There’s less vertical space.
- Speaking of, the Gnome Shell screenshots I have seen thus far make me want to kiss Fluxbox.
- No, seriously. That is way too much fucking space. Here’s what I need: A system tray and a clock. The system tray is mostly for those damn programs that will minimize to it. I get that it’s “overview mode” or whatever, but still.
- Desktop icons are stupid.
I took off the week of Independence Day, figuring I’d rest and relax and go back to work charged up and ready to go.
Then since that week work has just been real work to get through. Stress, annoyance, deadlines. Finally Friday everything wrapped up, I came home, had some scotch and a Monte Cristo, and decided I much enjoyed sleeping.
I’ve tried a few new cigars, but still don’t feel it in me to write about them. One type, though — Finck’s Rejects — are worth every penny. Sure, they’re seconds, but that just means I can get them for less than a kidney. It’s nice to have a cheap cigar to give someone, or to smoke when you may not get to finish it — nobody wants to interrupt a Monte Cristo, but if the stick cost a buck? Not a huge loss.
I live, but between work and the fact it is usually over 90 during the day with a heat index in the triple digits… I’m running out of gas.
Just for the record, Andrew Brietbart is an idiot if he released that snippet to intentionally paint the USDA Director in a bad way. (For those not in the know; in the full video, she talks about getting past her prejudice.) That’s the same old race canard bullshit that Democrats use, and it’s not cool.
I don’t like feeling like an idiot for believing edited propoganda. Thanks, dude.
I rescind my comparison to the douchebag that works at the MS USDA Rural Development place.
So I was reading this story (at various other news outlets as well) about the racist, prejudiced bitch that was the director of USDA Rural Development in Georgia. I read some of it, including her title and quote, to the Bendy.
“Oh, those same people who discriminated against me?”
My reaction was, wait what?
Yep: A Girl and Her House — the dumb asshole in Jackson was the director of the USDA Rural Development in Mississippi. (I can’t find the post now, but it was bad enough that the guy for the bank thought these guys were idiots. They were tripping over themselves to give her a loan — she just didn’t have the cash on hand for the down payment.)
Perhaps the MS USDA guy and the GA MSDA woman are friends.
They’re definitely both kindred assholes.
I’ve tried two more cigars:
1 – A Cohiba Toro, really dark Maduro — I think the term is Oscuro. It was super dark, anyway, and a 52 ring gauge or so. And the verdict is: I didn’t really like this one. Between the price premium (it cost more than a larger Monte Cristo!), the flavor, and the ashes, it just wasn’t worth it. The flavor was, for such a dark cigar, relatively cruddy.
The ashes were a big pain in the ass. I’ve never had a cigar that gave off this much crap. I couldn’t even move around with it without the damn thing snowing all over. It was like the filler was finely ground pipe tobacco. Not a fan.
2. A Fonseca, Colorado Claro that was around 7″ with at least a 52 ring gauge. This wasn’t a bad smoke — good long fillers, easily controlled ashes, good flavor. Of the two, it definitely won out. I’m not sure I’d go for it again unless it came in a sampler, though.
3. The Santiago Seconds continue to be the best dollar-to-cigar ratio.
