Post Scheduling and the Laptop Situation

The last couple of posts, and this one, were composed in the wee hours of Sunday morning so I could "work around" my laptop situation. Hopefully, my laptop should be back from the shop (and/or the power cord I ordered for my antiquated Compaq laptop will have arrived in the mail) by today, so I can put up some more substantial, more topical posts.

Although these posts have been spread out over the course of a few days, the fact that I wrote them in the course of a few hours reminds me of my 24 posts in 24 hours effort... though I seem to be less inspired then I was then.

The Future Just Isn't What It Used to Be

Last week, Ned posted a 1900 conceptual sketch of New York in the year 1999... lotta dirigibles, lotta really, really tall skyscrapers. In the 1960's we had a view of a future characterized by flying cars and bubble cities.

No bubble cities... no moon colonies... no flying cars... at least we've got one thing those old-timey futurists never foresaw, we've got phones we can watch porn on.

"Blah" People

I don't know why there's such an uproar about Rick Santorum saying that he doesn't want to make "blah" people's lives better by giving them somebody else’s money. Why the hell would Rick "frothy mix" Santorum want to make "blah" people's lives better by giving them money? After all, he's running against some of the most "blah" people, one might even say blech people, on the planet.

Still using the work computer to post... firewall don't like the first "Santorum" result.

Largely Unsung and Way, Way Too Young.

I just found out recently that Jennifer Miro, the lead singer of San Fransisco "Art Punk" band The Nuns and fetish model died of cancer on December 16, 2011 at the age of 54. The Nuns were one of the opening acts at the Sex Pistols' infamous last concert.

Their early work was arty punk, sweetened by Ms Miro's vocal (she sounds like she's channeling Debbie Harry here):





Their later work could better be characterized as danceable pop music with some Goth-y and dreampop-y hints. While the male lead vocals could be somewhat cheesy, when Ms Miro sang, the music positively soared (I had a hell of a time tracking the video for It's a Dream, It's a Nightmare down, because it's not listed by the title):





When's the last time you've heard anything so unabashedly pretty? Well, since the last time you heard Ghosts of American Astronauts by The Mekons, that is... It's almost criminal that this dreamy music wasn't better known while Jennifer Miro was alive to enjoy the acclaim.

GOP EPA Mendacity

Hey, presidential candidate and almost lifelike human simulacrum Mitt Romney has some lies to tell about the Environmental Protection Agency:





Of course, the reality of the job-killing EPA trope is bullshit. The critics of environmental regulation aren't interested in creating well-paying jobs, they're simply trying to squash any alternatives to the fossil fuel industry.

Tighter regulations would force innovations in the renewable fuel sector and in the efficiency of our appliances and conveyances. The fossil fuel extractors really aren't engaged in grand, sweeping innovations- they just refine techniques that date back to the 19th Century. In addition, environmental remediation would result in the creation of many jobs which can't be outsourced. Meanwhile, other nations will leave the U.S. in the dust in the alternative energy field. It's way past time that we do something to end our dependence on fossil fuels- it's been a problem for decades. Deregulation and a "more of the same" approach to our energy production will hasten the seemingly inevitable decline of 'Murka. As much as I am disappointed in President Obama's approach to governing, if a GOPer wins the 2012 election, things will be much worse.

VOTE GOP 2012: building a bridge to the 19th Century (uh, without the plentiful resources to exploit, that is).

Lost Opportunities

Foo, my laptop is still in the shop (I have just ordered a power cord for my seven-year-old laptop as well so I'll have a backup), so I have been away from the t00bz. Thanks, people, for thinking of me while I've been out of the loop (this is the first time I've been able to use a workplace computer since Sunday).

I missed some good opportunities for snark... I would have named my Tuesday post Idiots Out Wandering Around (that's some biting Wisconsin humor, there), with the follow-up yesterday "Trail of Santorum from Iowa to New Hampshire" or "Santorum Trailing Behind Mitt"... stupid firewall blocking offensive content! I didn't know this, but the Santorum was gritty (insert "sand in the Vaseline" joke).

I was kinda blindsided this week- New Year's Day was so quiet, with so little news coming in, that I didn't set up any posts for the week ahead, and I figured that I'd have had my laptop early in the week. I have been doing a lot of reading, though, reading books... you know, those slabs of paper, with the individual slices being marked up with ink. Of course, this means that I'll have some material for posts when I have a bleepin' laptop that works!

I'll have a couple of quiet days coming up, during which I hope to be able to compose some posts. Not being able to blog (having a blog clog) has been pretty annoying. I missed blogging, and I missed you.

All is Quiet

I rang in the new year at work, and had to be back for an atypical 8-4 shift. I set the kidney clock when I got home from work, so I had no problemo waking up. Much like Christmas Day, today is very quiet and, as an added bonus, it's absolutely gorgeous outside... sunny and mid-40s. I spent a good deal of time playing with the beautiful Ginger. Life is pretty tough, innit?

Of course, the title of the post refers to a song by an obscure band led by some guy named Boner, or something... but you knew that, didn't you?