Roman hands and Russian fingers

January 14, 2019 ~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 10 Comments

A tip of Dr. Dogbyte’s scrub cap to Terry Gilliam’s “Twelve Monkeys.”

OK, lemme see if I have this right here:

It’s a disgrace to ask whether the pestilence of the Benighted States is a useful idiot stooging for the Russians.

But it’s OK to ask whether his predecessor was a Kenyan Muslim socialist not born in this country.

Got it.

The Sky is falling

December 12, 2018December 12, 2018 ~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 13 Comments

Sky will leave pro cycling at the end of next season to focus on other projects, according to The Guardian.

One of these projects includes Sky Ocean Rescue, a push to encourage businesses and individuals to give up single-use plastic.

Was the Wiggins jiffy bag plastic? I can’t recall. But Froome’s gotta be, though you can’t argue that Sky only got a single use out of him.

Hey, what could I tell you? Times are tough. WADA ya gonna do?

A sign of the tines

November 19, 2018November 19, 2018 ~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 19 Comments

MARA the Tempter is always on the job. Though not necessarily with a rake.

Or “A Rake’s Progress.”

• A tip of the bracero’s sombrero for the news nugget goes out to Merrill “M-Dogg” Oliver, a Noo Yawkah turned Californicator who is something of a rake in his own right.

Pump bomb

October 24, 2018 ~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 14 Comments

Someone has a short fuse for the fake news.

Never fear. They missed me.

Huevos del Rancho Pendejo

October 7, 2018October 7, 2018 ~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 12 Comments

This egg cooker is seven years younger than I am.
And unlike me, it still works.

With the Supreme Court slamming the Wayback Machine into overdrive, hellbent for the good ol’ Dred Scott days, it seemed appropriate to fiddle with some obsolete technology here at El Rancho Pendejo.

So yesterday I gave my G4 AGP Graphics “Sawtooth” Power Mac (1999) a brand-new LG monitor. The Mac has a DVI-I port, the monitor has an HDMI port, I had a DVI-D-to-HDMI cable, and somehow it all works, smoove like butta; go figure.

Afterward I broke out the Bloo Wazoo (1980s-vintage 7-speed, single-ring 105) for an enjoyable hour of trail riding.

And today we test-drove a vintage Sunbeam automatic egg cooker (1961) that Herself unearthed at an estate sale. We were a little light on water the first time around but the second go was spot on.

When that cooker was brand-spankin’-new, Ruth Bader Ginsburg was a 28-year-old research assistant with the Columbia Law School Project on International Procedure, having been rejected for a clerkship with Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter on the basis of her gender.

I wonder how she feels about seeing that rear-view mirror turn into a windshield. Probably feels like boiling somebody’s huevos, is my guess.