Sunday, October 26, 2014

A Day Late

I was pooped when I got home from the NAACP event yesterday and didn't get the usual Caturday post up.  So, better late than never...

Friday, October 24, 2014

Quote of the Day

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
Would wish me one more day to stay.
But since it fell unto my lot
That I should go and you should not;
I will gently rise and softly call --
Good night and peace be with you all.  Trad. Irish.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Monday, October 20, 2014

Take Me Now, Lord

Email from sweet, lovely boss:  Can you speak at an NAACP event this weekend about Ebola?

Me:  I can think of things I'd rather do.

Turns out that this "event" is the 2014 State Convention. There are a number of reasons why I don't want to do this, and the least of them is that it's only four days away.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Dromedary Macaroons


1 1/4 cups Dromedary Cocoanut
1 egg-white
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/3 cup condensed milk

"Mix cocoanut, condensed milk and vanilla thoroughly.  Beat egg white until stiff, combine mixtures, shake into cakes.  Bake in moderate oven 15 minutes."  Good Housekeeping, October 1919.

Saturday, October 18, 2014


There is no money in my program's budget for overtime, but guess who spent six hours at work today.

As the Emergency Manager for the university said, unless we're over-reacting the public thinks we're not doing anything.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Social Media Is Vastly Over-rated

Some jack-fool idiot posted a rumor today that there was an active Ebola case in our jurisdiction.  I can't believe I made it through the entire morning without ripping someone's head off.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Her Majesty

Last Wednesday night, she decided that she had to go out and she has not returned.  At this time we do not expect to ever see her again.  There are two fox dens in our end of town, and lots of hungry owls.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

The Online Bookshelf - A Woman At Bay

Or, A Fiend In Skirts.  Just the sort of book you would hide from your mother.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

So This Is Why The County Is Always In The Red

I am in a training session with, among other people, six members of a local fire department.  Two of them are discussing a piece of equipment.

Fire Dude #1:  Is (make of radio) firefighter-proof?

Fire Dude #2:  If you can use it as a wheel chock, it's firefighter-proof.

The instructor is a quiet gentleman from Utah who really should have known better.

Instructor:  So what is the single most dangerous item in your house?

Fire Dude #2:   My wife.

The training ends with a tabletop exercise simulating a flood in a resort town.

Instructor:  You still have over 50 people stranded at the (imaginary) hotel.  What is your recommended course of action?

Fire Dude #3:  They're tourists.  Let 'em drown.

The best part of the training?  After lunch, all of the fire dudes showed up wearing hot pink t-shirts with the breast cancer ribbon printed on them.  Tight hot pink t-shirts.