Open thread! Feel free to discuss anything other than the angry boar oinking madly from the No-Ballsroom at the Orange House.
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Open thread! Feel free to discuss anything other than the angry boar oinking madly from the No-Ballsroom at the Orange House.
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Best wishes to all for a safe, healthy, happy, and joyful Holiday Season! May 2026 be even better! Rubber side down …. Rule #1 is FUN!
Back at you, JD. Shiny side up!
Well, now they want to kill the National Center for Atmospheric Research (NCAR). Roger Pielke, Jr., not exactly a left wing climate alarmist, discusses that here:
https://rogerpielkejr.substack.com/p/shutting-down-ncar-is-vindictive?utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web&triedRedirect=true
Yup, just waving the orange shroom at Polis for refusing to honor his impotent (and illegal) “pardon” of Tina Peters. Canceling a few mil’ in transpo grants too.
I toured NCARS many years ago. Awesome place. Good local hiking behind it. Interesting architecture by I. M. Pei, which was also used as a shooting location for Woody Allen’s Sleeper with Diane Keaton.
Very Sad that these current Washington types can’t see the nose in front of their face due to stupidity and maybe now more smog.
Short-term thinking, if any at all. The only things that matter to this crowd are wealth and vengeance.
She Left Me for Jesus – Hayes Carll
Hee haw. “I bet he’s a commie / or even worse yet, a Jew.”
That’s what I call a Christmas Carll.
I need a root canal, the roof repair guys just left, and the marketing of the holidays is getting real old. My mood is darker than trumpleforeskin’s heart. But, the world is in a tangle, so here’s some music. If I have sent this one before, don’t stop me, because I want to hear it again. Stole a riff from Groucho.
Some days the idea of making a foreign land your home looks pretty darn good. Unless the ICEholes send you there.
Strong wind storm hit a couple of nights ago at about 3AM. Fortunately the big trees on the overgrown yard are still standing and there appears to be no big cracks around their bases. Lot’s of rain today and the gutters are doing well. Unfortunately the downspouts are backed up and the water is overflowing the gutters. It could be worse. I could be living in Kviv wondering if my home is going to be blasted into little putin bits. Or perhaps I could be on the front lines in Donbas, in the rain and mud telling the Russians to go back home before putin’s butt buddies find their wives and girlfriends for the white slave market. What’s that? There’s some other news from our excrementing leader. No thanks. I’d rather listen to the music posted above.
Cheers and sunny skies you desert rats and mountain hillbillies !
Much of the same going on in Colorado, my sources tell me. We got a little NW wind down here but nothing serious.
We have a few good-sized trees around here that I’d just as soon not have in the living room.
And nobody’s shooting at us. Yet.
Meanwhile in the Mitten State the Grinch has struck. We HAD great snow and the xc skiing was shaping up nicely. Until….47 degrees and RAIN. And then some more RAIN. A bit of a mess out there now as the ground started to freeze solid, the gathering waters are running all over hell trying to find a place to pond up. I’m afraid its going to be in many a basement.
But it could be worse if Enbridge builds their tunnel under the Straits of Mackinac and it’s oil and chemicals busting loose. Yup…a judge ruled for Enbridge. Let’s see how it plays out IF construction starts. I’ll bet there will be some ….ahem…equipment failures, flat tires, missing tools etc.
Paging Ned Ludd … Ned Ludd to the white courtesy telephone. …
I got my Desert Oracle sticker in the mail the other day. Wondering what bike to put it on. Or maybe the van. Are you still listening to the podcast?
Y’know, I’ve kinda drifted away from Desert Oracle. He was regular as clockwork for a good long while, but then the postings got erratic, from once a week to every other week to whenever.
Now he’s doing this other thing too, called Eldritch Republic, for some reason; he’s done a couple-three of them since October.
But it looks like he hasn’t slammed up an episode of either since Dec. 5.
I won’t be critical, since I haven’t done a Radio Free Dogpatch since Feb. 8 of this year. But I kinda miss Desert Oracle. I love a good weirdo, and Marc Maron’s WTF is no longer with us.
Took the wife out to dinner last night at Newmans, the fancy restaurant in Saluda. Prix Fixe. And an actor speaking out the Dicken’s Christmas story between courses. Kinda fun, different, and not what we had expected. Windy and warm on the hill.
Ah, good man y’self. How was the grub? I can’t remember the last time we went out to eat. The Boss keeps me in the kitchen with the apron on, rattling them pots and pans.
We are spending Christmas eve and day in a cabin at Kartchner Caverns State Park just 25 miles from home. Christmas Day on the loop trail that goes around and over the ridge the cave is in. A little escape is what.
Well chosen, sir. Take your mind off the teefers and roof it will. Nothing like a change of venue to put a smile on your lips and a song in your heart.
We’ll be laying low around the rancheroo. Miss Mia Sopaipilla is 18 going on 19, deef as a stone, on twice-daily doses of a thyroid med, and a tad querulous when there is the slightest departure from the norm around here.
Last night Herself was out for an adult beverage with a visiting pal, leaving me to serve Her Feline Majesty, who expressed her deep displeasure at every diversion from The Schedule, as though someone had brought it down from the Sandias carved into stone tablets.
“Dinner is to take place here, and I am to be ensconced there, and the evening’s entertainment shall be consumed on the TV, not on a laptop. Have you gone mad, sir? Summon your supervisor, I wish to have a word.” Etc.