Cynicallous

A light, airy, effervescent, blog of grave consequence. (NOT!) Dedicated to those of us who must respond to negative stimuli by Chernobyling (entombing in concrete) our innermost thoughts.

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Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Freshly Painted Dash 8

Friday, November 07, 2014

The Toy.

Big toy, but toy none the less.


Safe and Sound

Happiness is a snoring Shih-Tzu in your lap while you telecommute to work.

That is all.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Boy. How time flies...

I've been remiss in updating this thing lately. Facebook proves to be to easy. So, it looks like I need to start to write over here again. In any case, I'm posting today from the Admirals Club at St. Louis, Missouri. Finally heading towards home after a whirlwind tour of Europe, Scandinavia and the subcontinent.

Well, actually, Mobile, McIntosh and Hannibal. Got a lot of good work done this week, but about an hour ago, my brain decided it was closing up shop. No amount of caffeine can pep me up at this point. So I've got a hotel in Mobile for the night and will be heading towards home after I rest.

Only travelling two days next week, three days the following, then have two weeks free prior to travelling the entire months of December beginning on the Sunday after Thanksgiving.

And to think that six weeks ago I had no travel scheduled until the end of the year.

Saturday, April 05, 2014

First visible work on the Merc.

I started refurbishing the wheels this afternoon. Zip strip, wire brushes and lacquer thinner. The first thing was to clean all the brake dust out of the holes in the rim. Sheesh. What a pain in the ass. At least PB Blaster would cut the stuff enough for it to be wire brushed out

The after stripping, and a little rubbing compound I hit it with a rattle can of satin clear.

I didn't take a before picture but it was much worse than this one:

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Here is the finished product. I'm pretty happy with it.

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Saturday, March 08, 2014

"New" Car

Picked up my latest project yesterday. A 1986 Mercedes 420 SEL. Fairly cherry for a 28 year old car. Needs small things to make it perfect, but is completely solid.


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Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Negative

I severely dislocated my left wrist on February 6, while correcting some construction flaws in my attic. I'm glad I had fallen onto my back and was pinned as I didn't get a chance to look at the position my hand was in. All I know is that the sensation when it popped back into joint is not something I ever need to experience again.

Everything worked properly and there was no acute pain, so, of course, I carried on with my business as usual.

After an entire three-day weekend working on various and sundry automobiles, and given the weather change we experienced Monday morning, the wrist had become quite achy and annoying. So much so that on Tuesday morning, I bought a splint and stopped by the local minor-emergency clinic for an x-ray.

Surprisingly, they found no damage so the pain is the result of the lingering bone bruise, which, I guess, is better than the alternative, but this still sucks.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Actions have Consequences - Or, How Free Speech can get Really Expensive

Seems that there is a brouhaha bubbling about the A&E network's decision to suspend a star of one of its insipid TV shows for comments said star made to a "magazine".

First off, the "programming" peddled by this A&E network has been routinely terrible for a long time. I honestly cannot remember the last show I watched on the A&E network. They have moved the programming I generally like to History or the Discovery group.

Second, print "magazines" still exist? Who knew?

Finally, regardless of what you may think of the Duck-Dork's opinion, he does have the Constitutional Right to express them in any manner he chooses. He could have done a naked interpretive dance on the fifty yard line of Tiger Stadium and it would have still been protected as free speech.

What the Duck-Doofus does not have is a protected right to freedom from repercussions.

No one does.

If the A&E network's marketing schmucks feel that paraphrasing the bible is against their religion, and offends a core advertising demographic, the A&E network has every right to remove the offender from their programming. (Or cancel the silly show altogether.)

Also, if the A&E network's marketing schmucks have mis-understood their advertising demographic and a subsequent boycott and protest causes them to rethink their suspension of the Duck-Dingbat, that is just fine, too.

I guess what it comes down to is this, "Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one and has the right to express it. But if you have one that conflicts with your employer's current worldview, you might reconsider expressing it if you rely on that employer for your chosen lifestyle."

Thursday, November 07, 2013

Incognito, Martin, and the collapse of the Family

This crap that is going on about the poor millionaires down in Miami is rather interesting to me. All of the mainstream commentators are missing a potentially significant point; That this whole thing is a hoax.

Given the level of divorce and outright illegitimacy in the black community in the US, why has no one asked if Martin grew up with a father figure in the household? That father figure is who would generally teach a maturing boy to handle problems like this. Martin is reacting like he was raised by women and always got whatever he wanted if he whined hard enough.

We have raised nearly two generations of ALL Americans who have been taught that everybody is equal and you are a winner even if you lose.

This is all bullshit. Some people are better at things than others. Some people learn faster than others. This is the case. Period. Children need to be taught that losing hurts and if you don't like it, then you need to improve yourself, not tear down others.

If you can't handle something, then find something else to do that you can. You can't all be astronauts or ballerinas. Your childish dreams mean nothing if you won't understand that you may suck at something and that IS your fault, not anyone else's.

My best guess is this 6'5" 325# weenie didn't like being away from mommy, and he and his family found a way to get him back home and make some money in the process.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

I've posted this before, but once is not enough.

I slept through September 11, 2001. I was working night shift on an outage at my paper mill and arrived home about 8AM that morning, had my usual four fingers of bourbon and hit the sack as I had to be up by about 4PM to get back to work.

Dee Snider had a morning radio program out of one of the Hartford stations back then and I always listened to him. I fell asleep with the radio on. I remember waking up about a quarter to nine and Dee was saying something about a plane hitting the Trade Center. I didn't think much of it, shut the radio off, and went back to sleep.

When I awoke at four that afternoon and turned on the TV my first thought was, "They finally did it." as I instantly recalled listening to the first attack in 1993 live on WCBS 880 radio while I waited to pick up my youngest sister at St. Bernard High School.

The rest is history, I suppose.

That evening, there was work to be done and we set to it. I took a few minutes and walked outside near the clarifiers and wrote the following. It has not seen the light of day since my original email, which according to the copy my mother kept, was sent at 10:34PM, 11 September, 2001.

11 September, 2001
New Milford, CT
10:34 PM

Well, the sun has set on what will soon come to he known as the largest cliche-fest in the history of recorded media. A second "Day That Will Live In Infamy" has passed and all we are left with are disbelief, anger and shock at the fact that we, the only Super-Power on this earth, are ultimately vulnerable. There is but one correct response to this provocation - swift and utter destruction of all parties involved. Advocating that, however, is not my reason for writing.

I walked around outside this evening and peered at the stars. They were all I saw. Normally, there are many strobes and beacons visible because of all of the air traffic in this part of Connecticut, sixty miles from the epicenter of today's events. Their glaring absence is a stark reminder that something has changed. That our seemingly insular existence has been breached so easily and so thoroughly is mind-numbing.

All that remain are questions. "How am I supposed to explain to my children that we really ARE safe, and it's OK to go to sleep tonight because nothing is going to happen when I'm not even sure of that myself?" "How can I put into words the horror that comes from the realization that we, as a nation, may have just lost more people in the span of a few hours than were lost during our entire ten-year involvement in the Viet Nam war?" "Are these tears of rage or tears of sorrow that well up when we view the carnage left in the wake of these hideous acts of cowardice?" To these questions, I have no answers. To a few others, however, the answers are clear.

"Will we pull together as a people, putting aside the differences that suddenly seem so insignificant, and support our leaders as they make the necessary, harsh decisions regarding the pursuit, capture and punishment of all parties responsible for today's atrocities?" Emphatically, Yes.

"Will we, as a people, recover from these events and become a stronger and more cohesive nation?" Emphatically, Yes.

"Will we, as a people, continue to take for granted this wonderful democracy that allows us so many freedoms and abilities?" By God, I hope not.

Isn't it amazing how suddenly the great cultural divide that has split our country in twain seems like a mere rivulet in the sand? Our opinions may place us on opposite sides of an issue, but we, as a people are still on the same coin. Our country has recently been described as divided. Now is the time to unite. For the future of our children, we must stand as one.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

The Woodpecker is Back

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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Tiny Frog on the Porch

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Monday, May 13, 2013

A Mass Shooting on Mother's Day? Where is the media this time?

So down in the fabulous city of New Orleans yesterday, there was a mass shooting that injured at least 19 people, many of whom were children. It doesn't seem to be making all the headlines on any of the big national news stations. Nineteen people shot. Several children shot. At a public parade. On Mother's Day.

Odd. Sounds pretty newsworthy to me. At least maybe 75% as newsworthy as the last one the media and governmental flunkies found so interesting.

I just can't seem to figure out why no one would be treating this one like the tragedy it would appear to be.

Can anyone help me figure it out?


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Saturday, May 04, 2013

Red Headed Woodpecker

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Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Ice Maker Repair

We have a small ice maker that Mona uses for work. It's been running well for about 8 months. It died last week.

I disassembled the unit and found that the part of the trough that hooks to the motor had disintegrated. A bit of thought and a few dollars at LeBlanc's True Value and we're back in business.

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Saturday, April 20, 2013

Asleep through Collective Disaster

So. Here we are. Another attack on the homeland and another outpouring of "patriotism".

It is a bit strange to me, I must confess. In 1993, I was listening to 880 WCBS, (I was a dork then, too.) while driving from UConn to Uncasvillle to pick my youngest sister up from High School. (I always listened to News Radio 880. I don't know why. Back then it seemed to be news, not opinion.) In any case.....

Sitting in the parking lot of St. Bernard HS. I listened intently as the announcers relayed information about smoke coming out of the Trade Centers. They thought it was a fire or some other disaster. Moslem terrorism being quite far from the national viewpoint at the time.

How naive we were.

A potentially apocryphal story about one of the perps being flown over the site to a new jail cell, the cop accompanying him pointed and said, " It's still standing." The perp said, "Wait until next time."

I listened to that event live.

In 2001, I was working nights at my papermill and slept through the September 11 attacks. I woke up at 4pm, turned on the TV and my first thought was, "Well, they finally did it."

Now, in 2013, the latest radical moslem attack on US soil in Boston. I was in Shanghai, China when this one happened so I was quite removed from the relentless news cycle and all its yapping heads.

My colleagues, all of international descent, were taken aback when early on I said that, "The US media will be wishing this was perpetrated by a white American." They don't understand what we are living with in this increasingly irrelevant country. I was ahead of the curve.

I see many people that are happy that one of the morons was taken alive. I can't honestly understand that point of view. We don't need explanation. Moslems wish death to westerners. How much more information do we need.

If the "sharpshooting"  Boston cops could have plugged the mother-fucker while he was still in the boat, nothing would have changed except for sparing us the trial and public platform for recruitment that we are going to allow him and his ilk.

So, I guess having Neil Diamond (a New Yorker), perform during the 7th inning stretch at Fenway, and singing the anthem fervently enough to merit mention on the sports channels is good enough to require some notice. (Although I will say that Big Papi's speech choked me up a little.)

But, this will happen again. (Though, I've always thought a NASCAR race to be the perfect target with the sheer number of people to be maimed on national TV. Re-thinking that through the Lefty Political Lens says that no one in the US would see it since the news would just use that type of attack as an example of what happens to people who are allowed to carry guns.)

Our society and government are too concerned with politically correct bullshit. They worry too much about offending some worthless minority or another to actually consider taking actions that might actually protect their citizens.

So, all I can say is, "I hope I miss the next one, too."


Thursday, February 28, 2013

Just needs final trim

A couple of not well exposed pictures of the basically finished master bath.


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Saturday, January 26, 2013

Sewer Saga Continues

A couple pictures from the installation of the new septic system. Thank God it's been dry for two weeks, I'd hate to think what the front yard would look like if it were still raining.

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Almost complete

Been a while since I updated the bathroom saga. Lots of work travel and tons of labor on the room. Here is the latest picturesafter I finished laying all the tile this afternoon. Grout will be next weekend Hopefully.


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Monday, December 31, 2012

Tub Alcove complete

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