The LLama Butchers

February 23, 2008

I'm Robbo the Llama and I'm An Idjit

It was only last evening as I got ready for bed that I realized a substantial part of the reason I had blurry vision and such a headache yesterday was the fact that I had put my contacts in the wrong eyes that morning.

Boing!

I mentioned this to the family this morning and they immediately started advocating Lasic, a drum they've been beating ever since our next door neighbor announced she was getting the treatment. My philosophy on Lasic has always been this: that the original concept of sculpting the cornea was pioneered by the Soviets and I'll be damned if I trust my eyes -as awful as they already are - to Ivan. In ten years' time when all those Lasic'd people's peepers start swelling up like balloons and bursting, I'm just going to stand by and laugh.

UPDATE: Captain Ned brings up a very good point in the comments about vanity medicine, of which I consider Lasik to be a prime example. Others include cosmetic surgery and/or dentistry, hair replacement and that whole line of products and procedures devoted to, well, enabling older guys to act like randy teenagers again. Frankly, I increasingly find all such fripperies to be morally repellant. Further, I often wonder how so many people come up with the dosh for these sorts of things while, at the same time, howling to high heaven about the health care crisis this country seems to be facing perpetually. And don't tell me it's just Astors and Rockefellers getting boob-jobs, teeth-bleaching and Viagra, either, because it isn't.

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This smells bogus . . .

Obama's claim of underequipped troops in Afghanistan. Via Fox. It is a lot like SWMNBN's story about being turned away by a Marine recruiter when she was a law professor in Arkansas. The tale sounds impressive to the Lefty true-believers whose experience with the military is limited to watching "Stripes", but lacks the details which would allow serious investigation. In other words, it is completely unverifiable.

Yips! from Robbo: Sen. Warner has issued a letter to Obamessiah requesting those poison-pills to overheated rhetoric....specific facts. Stand by for lots of huffing and puffing and well-I-heard-it-from-my-friend-whose-roomate's-boyfriend-heard-it-from-his-sister-who's-dating-a-guy-who-heard-it-somewhere.

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Well, there goes that idea . . .

Condoleeza Rice is not interested in being McCain's running mate. Looks like John will have to look elsewhere if he wants to balance the ticket with a gal who has the hot older chick "my fantasy job is to be commissioner of the NFL" thing going on. Via Drudge and Reuters.

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February 22, 2008

MooKnew Kerchoo

Let me just tell you that it took about an hour and a half to post that last post, so I sure hope you enjoy it.

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Storm of the Century of the Week - Winning Ten Cents In The Lottery UPDATE

Despite the fact that the grocery store was mobbed with panicked suburbanites stocking up on durable goods and provisions when I stopped off last evening to get some ice cream for the Missus' poor strep-ravaged throat, it appears that the latest SOTCOTW has only made things unpleasant in the Dee Cee area, not brought them to a standstill. While there was a moderate amount of ice on the ol' Orgle Manor drive this morning, by the time I got downtown I was only a soggy Llama, not a frozen one.

Last evening I picked up the middle Llama-ette from her brownie troupe "thinking day". While we were waiting for the gels to finish, well, whatever it was they were supposed to be doing (imitating savages possessed by the blood-lust from what I could see), I was chatting with another father, trying to recall when the last really big (by Dee Cee standards) blizzard came through. I remembered the big storms of '98, '96 and '93, and we recall one some time in either 2000 or 2001, but since then there really haven't been that many gen-u-ine "snow events".

'Bout time Snow Miser got off his duff, it seems to me.

"YEAH, I'M TALKIN' TO YOU" UPDATE:

Stop with the show tunes and get to @#$()* work!

(The Missus and I went to a law school Halloween party as Snow Miser and Heat Miser one year. No, you don't get to see the pictures.)

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February 21, 2008

A Ball Park Buck Rodgers Would Love

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The Tampa Bay Devil Rays have unveiled the design for a new field incorporating a giant, retractable sail.

In a news conference held in the outfield of Al Lang Field, team officials, Florida governor Charlie Crist, and MLB president and chief operating officer Bob DuPuy praised the design of the state-of-the-art ballpark, which will include a unique retractable roof made of a weatherproof fabric that will be pulled along cables suspended between arches on one end and a central mast structure on the other.

"This is one of the most exciting things I've ever seen," said Crist, who owns a condominium that will have an unobstructed view of the outfield.

Just two days before December, Crist and the other officials sweated in suits and ties on a dais located just a relay throw from the Mahaffey Theater, site of Wednesday night's CNN/YouTube debate among Republican presidential hopefuls. It was a reminder of how sultry conditions could be during late-summer games.

The roof, likened to a giant sail, will produce an umbrella effect, retaining the open-air feel. Rays officials, working with HOK Sport architects, deemed a traditional retractable roof impractical because of the small site and undesirable, since it would block the water views.

My guess is that the thing is going to produce something more like a wind-tunnel effect. Wind pushing on the sails of a boat make it go through the water. Where's the wind going to go if the boat won't move? Swirling all over the diamond, that's where.

I have to confess that I'm not exactly in love with the Nats' new stadium, which seems, well, kinda boring. But at least it doesn't look like this thing.


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That's No Moon, It's A....No, Wait, Never Mind

Our pal Sarah over at Life at Full Volume got a couple of good snaps of last night's lunar eclipse.

I tried to watch it myself, but it was so dark I couldn't see a thing. Heeeeeey-oh!!!

(No, as a matter of fact, the clouds rolled out of the NoVa suburbs so that by the time the big show started, it was clear as a bell. I took a quick peek but was so worn from a long day that I pretty much said "urmph" and went to bed.)

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Storm Of The Century Of The Week***

Run for your lives!

... Winter Storm Warning in effect from 10 PM this evening to
10 PM EST Friday...

The National Weather Service in Sterling Virginia has issued a
Winter Storm Warning... which is in effect from 10 PM this evening
to 10 PM EST Friday. The Winter Storm Watch is no longer in
effect.

A storm moving in from the southwest will bring precipitation into
the cold air already in place over the region. The result will be
light snow overnight... followed by freezing rain Friday into
Friday night.

Light snow will begin during the late evening hours tonight...
likely close to 10 PM. One to two inches of snow is expected
overnight. The snow will change to freezing rain early Friday
morning.

The freezing rain will be on and off during the day on Friday and
into Friday night. Significant icing... around a quarter of an
inch... is expected. This will likely cause substantial travel
problems and power outages. Stay tuned to the latest forecasts
through this event.

A Winter Storm Warning means significant amounts of snow...
sleet... and ice are expected or occurring. This will make travel
very hazardous or impossible.

As a matter of fact, it looks like tomorrow is going to be an unpleasant day, but not enough so to justify staying home and snuggling back under the blankets. Rats. As I believe Calvin once said, getting an inch of snow is like winning ten cents in the lottery.


***Can you tell how much I enjoy using this post title?

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Gratuitous Domestic Posting (TM)

The almost-ten-year-old is off on a ski trip today with her class at St. Marie of the Blessed Educational Method. It's her first trip to the slopes and, as such, involved a tremendous amount of fussing about over the past few days to ensure that she had all her outdoor gear packed, together with a side trip by Self in the snow last evening to pick up a pair of ski goggles she's borrowing from a friend. It also involved the gel being wide-awake by three-thirty this morning and Self staggering out of bed an hour early in order to get her over to school to meet the bus in time.

The Powers That Be had stated in no uncertain terms that all the kids had to be at school no later than 6:30 AM or else! This meant, of course, that most of them rolled in between 6:35 and 6:45. It also meant, as I am neurotically compulsive about punctuality to the point of near obsessiveness and the gel - at least when she wants something - is getting that way, that we were at school by 6:15, utterly alone in the parking lot. This actually proved to be quite nice. There wasn't much advice I could give her about skiing (I've only been once myself), except to say that of course she was going to fall down but that is to be expected, and also that there is no shame in the bunny slope. Apart from that, we simply chatted in a desultory manner about historical trivia (the gel seems captivated by my Cliff Clavin-like font of knowledge) and politics. (The gel is taking a real interest in the electoral process this time around and wants to know all about the mechanics of the primary and general elections. FWIW, she thinks Obama is enjoying so much support right now because he's cute and people have a crush on him, but that this will fade. You might consider taking that to the bank.) The gel was also eager to try out a string of jokes on me. (Sample - Q: What do you get when you cross a skunk with a sixty-story building? A: I don't know, but it stinks to high heaven. Yes, folks, she'll be here all week. Don't forget to tip your server.) We also watched the dawn slowly break, mused about which planet it was we could see in the eastern sky and just generally had a nice few moments together.

Then the other kids started showing up and things changed rayther rapidly. There are two boys in the gel's class about whom she talks almost constantly, mostly to relay a long string of allegations concerning stupid or insulting things they had said or done to her. Nonetheless, I couldn't help noticing that she immediately glommed on to them when they appeared, leaving the other girl who had arrived by then standing awkwardly alone on one foot.

I loitered about for a few minutes, but when the gel noticed that the trip chaperone had arrived, she immediately swung round on me and said, "You can go now, Dad." "What, are you trying to get rid of me?" I replied. She simply grinned and laughed. And as she scurried off, she also wouldn't let me kiss her. ("Not in front of them, Dad!") So far as I can recollect, this is the very first time that's happened. I must say that it caused my heart to thump just a bit off-rhythm for a second as I contemplated the Undiscovered Country. I'm not yet like stout Cortez's soldiers standing in wild surmise on that peak in Darien, but I'm increasingly of the opinion that I'm not all that far below the crest anymore.

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Good Shootin' Tex

The Navy nails one. The CHICOMs demand "all relevant information" on the hit, not to mention data. Well, here are the relevant facts: it was broken, we nailed with a missile at 130 miles, and you can do your own beer math on data. Via Drudge and Breitbart.

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Super-Secret message to Robbo: Spot the classmate division

Fellow alum doing double duty as a DNC member/superdelegate. I am not surprised.

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February 20, 2008

Can I Press The Button? ***

I have to admit that all the little boy in me comes out when I read about this attempt by the Navy to knock down that damaged spy satellite. My one-word reaction throughout? "Koo-el."


*** A stock phrase from my yoot, originally coined by my brother (in a more garbled form) in connection with turning on the dishwasher, but gradually applied to competition among my siblings and me for the operation of many different appliances and mechanical apparati. It is now a family joke. And in the apples-not-falling-far-from-the-tree department, the Llama-ettes routinely spar over who gets to turn on Daddy's coffee-maker in the morning.

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February 19, 2008

"An Eloquent, But Empty, Call For Change"

McCain addresses the "ObaMessiah":

I know a lot of pundits are simply quaking over the potential candidacy of "The Chosen One". But, mark my words, the campaign of SWMNBN is only "mostly dead". And even if it were "all dead" I can't - for the life of me - see this unprecedented level of unscrutinized adulation lasting past this spring. Frequent readers know full well that my political prognostications have fallen far short of reality but I know this: 2008 is going to be a trial run for Sen. Obama. When the record is examined, he will be the Adlai Stevenson of our generation.

UPDATE:
Chris Matthews (of all people) creates a "humana-humana" moment.

Wow. That was just...uncomfortable. It actually reminds me of the SNL debate skit from 2000 when Gov. George W. Bush (as played by Will Ferrell) responded to a particularly difficult question by leaning in to the microphone and saying authoritatively..."pass".

Best summary of Obama's candidacy I've read so far - from Sean Oxendine at Race42008:

People will inevitably tire of his stump speech, the same way that “Macarena” was a fun dance song the first million times or so that I heard it, before it started to piss me off. You can start to feel this in the punditocracy and in news analysis — what exactly DOES it mean to talk about the “audacity of hope” or to say that “you are the change that we’ve been waiting for”? When Leno and SNL start making fun of Obama’s lofty rhetoric, what exactly will Obama be left with (this isn’t to say “nothing,” but it is to say I really don’t know).

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Hi, Mom!

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I am informed that owning to the changing out or hooking up or hammering on some kind of doohickee or other in her computer with a pipe-wrench, Mom is now again able to visit Llama Nation after a long hiatus. So, you know, just keep that in mind.

As for the pic, no, Mom looks nothing like Dame Wendy Hiller playing Lady Bracknell. But the notion of her saying to Steve-O, "Rise, sir, from this semi-recumbent posture!" fills me with mirth.

Yip! Yip!

AWW, MAAA UPDATE: Botched quote fixed. At least you know I didn't wiki it. But no last names in the comments, please!

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Gratuitous Domestic Posting (TM) - "Weekend of 'Auuugh!'" Wrap-Up

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Veeeeeery busy today, so only a brief summary of my four straight days dealing with the Llama-ettes single-handedly: I'm happy to report that there was no permanent structural damage and only limited bloodshed.

Indeed, the only real trouble I encountered was when I went to make the gels' lunches this morning. Absent-mindedly reverting to the diet of my own school days, I was just reaching for the sandwich-spread-of-death-formerly-known-as-peanut-butter when I was brought up short by the klaxon-like calls of the gels bursting out in alarum about kids at St. Marie of the Blessed Educational Method who were so sensitive to the stuff that apparently you couldn't even say "peanut butter" around them lest they burst out in life-threatening cases of hives and respiratory failure.

I confess that I was momentarily thrown. However, the discovery of stashes of yoghurts, apples and left-over mac-n-cheese soon settled the lunch diet issue.

So all I have left to do this evening is pick the gels up at their little friend's house on the way home, cart them off to Orgle Manor and summarily put them to bed (they having been fed at their friend's.) And then? Mommy comes home!

Yip! Yip! Yip!

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Didn't Biden get smoked for the same thing?

Clinton, Inc. accuses Obama of lifting lines from Deval Patrick without attirbution. Obama seems to concede the point by saying he and Patrick borrow each other's lines all the time. Joe Biden used soundbites from Neil Kinnock's speeches during his 1988 presidential run. His failure to provide proper attribution on at least one occasion helped bury his chances of clinching the nomination.

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February 18, 2008

Happy Birthday

to Molly Ringwald who turns the big 4-0 today.

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Gratuitous Public Service Announcement

In case you hadn't seen, the Crack Young Staff of the Hatemonger's Quarterly have emerged briefly from their collective burrow after a loooooooong hibernation. Whether "Chip" saw his shadow and, if so, what he proposes to do in response remains to be seen, but I'm hoping it doesn't mean another six weeks of hiatus.

Yip! Yip!

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Greatest gag ever.

With friends and colleagues like these...

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Eeew! With A Gamey Leg?***

50%

Actually, I'm surprised the result isn't higher, given that a) I'm quite hungry at the moment, and b) I'm feeling quite malevolent regarding my doofus colleague. Perhaps if the quiz had asked whether one would be willing to eat one's co-workers instead of one's friends, the results might have been more gruesome.

Yips! to Beth via Jen, neither of whom is quite so bloody-minded.

*** Spot the quote.

WHICH DOOFUS COLLEAGUE YIPS from Steve-O: 100%.

UPDATE: Typo (which is what it was) corrected. Bloody vikings.

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