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captainsblogLast time, I wrote about a university president who passed on. Today, I begin writing about a Senate which passed on the opportunity to reign in a tin-plated dictator with delusions of godhood.
It was effectively All Over at the end of the previous week, when #MoscowMitch got his way and convinced sufficient Republican jurors that, hey, witnesses, schittnesses, let's just vote! This, despite all the leaks the night after the vote from Cheeto's former NSA advisor John Bolton about the actual evidence he, and others, would have testified to.
Chief Justice Roberts, who could have subpoenaed witnesses on his own constitutional authority, danced with the ones that brung him and let this go. So when every Republican, save one, voted on Wednesday to acquit, they had their plausible deniability and their sound bites about letting the voters decide. Ah, the voters, who in their first test of our Soviet-proof systems, took two days to tell us WTF they did in Iowa. (Six nights later and I'm STILL not sure.)
So now we get a victory lap, and a vengeance-filled sacking of the whistleblowers. Never mind that it's illegal- What're ya gonna do, impeach me again?
November. Can't get here soon enough.
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These days, the first of my classmates from HS and college are starting to turn 61, as I will six days after that fateful Tuesday, Tuesday, can't trust that day.... It occurred to me today that we may need a ruling on whether we will have to start adding asterisks to our birthday greetings to each other because we achieved 61 in a 162-game season;)
One reason for me remembering this old baseball thing? There's a wayback Ithaca bar band I followed back in the day, which put out two albums that I managed to snag on vinyl a few years ago and got a friend to digitize. Both contain a song called "Dues," said dues being about having to be paid by playing gigs in Ithaca bars before you Make It Big. (Spoiler alert: they never did.) The later version of the song contains this line:
Roger Maris, ::sound of baseball cracking on bat made on microphone:: 61, never made the Hall!
But both versions of the song reference a particular Ithaca pizza place- part of a chain that still exists throughout Central New York- and the one that took me on the furthest part of my four-county journey last Tuesday as I met with one of the franchise owners.
Everything old is new again..... oops, now THAT band made it:)
Found proof that this actually happened, from a gig they did in my freshman year at Ithaca College:
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Last week's workweek ended reasonably well, despite actual snow both morning commutes and having to dress up for court for my third and fourth straight days. Thursday's was in the early afternoon, and was my first experience with the Invisible Judge: Rochester's bankruptcy judge is now handling a percentage of cases filed here in Erie County, but the hearings are conducted by audio from him sitting on an actual bench 70 miles away. I got what I came for, but it was kinda weird answering to nobody you can see. (I'd done these for some Utica cases held in the Binghamton courtroom years ago, but those were video-transmitted. The pizza thing might involve me doing another of those, but they now require travel to Utica for most of the hearings.)
Friday's was earlier, but done sooner. Again, clients got what they came for, but at least one of them required me to do significant drafting and running-about afterward, which will continue into tomorrow if not longer. The end of the week also brought some decent recompense for work done much earlier, plus hope of getting a more recent aggravation de-aggravated. Onwards.
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Weekend's been quiet. I ran around a bit yesterday trying to replace our birdfeeder, which the squirrel varmints managed to crash to the ground by stripping the screw that holds the top to the hook. I returned to the Scene of the Hardware whence it came, and all their feeders were wussy- but one was on sale, with a different design. No screw holding the top on, but a steel cable. That'll stop the varmints!, I thought.
Mofos had it on the ground in under an hour.
So back to Lowes for a refund, and I've found the previous model online and a replacement screw for when the varmints strip the next one.
In checking around for a replacement, I drove most of Sheridan Drive behind this asshat:
Granted, I was in the all-gas Smart car at the time, but I was still rocking almost 35 mpg in my little rig and hadn't dropped five grand to raise my car's finger to the world of rolling coal. The only comment I could offer was-
Nice car. Sorry about your dick.
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On a more loving note, Valentines Day is less than a week away, which reminded me to repost the photo I came upon five years ago a few blocks from our house:
You can even pull THAT off with an electric car, asshole:P
We continued a binge of a Dreamworks anime series called Kipo, will try to get to a screening later this week of the short films nominated for the Oscar (one of them the winner worked on by the son of law school friends of ours), and have other cool things waiting for us this week.
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Oops. Never posted that last night.
This workweek started out kinda meh. One court appearance, which turned into no court appearance- nobody in the building had the slightest idea where it was, sending me to five different stops on the courthouse's ten floors before I finally gave up. But I did replace the birdfeeder with the previous model, and once getting it home confirmed that it was the screwtop that was the culprit, so I'm ordering a duplicate of THAT for the princely sum of two dollars fitty $8.48 with tax and shipping.
Now two straight days on the road to Rochester. Could be worse. Could be snowing.
It was effectively All Over at the end of the previous week, when #MoscowMitch got his way and convinced sufficient Republican jurors that, hey, witnesses, schittnesses, let's just vote! This, despite all the leaks the night after the vote from Cheeto's former NSA advisor John Bolton about the actual evidence he, and others, would have testified to.
Chief Justice Roberts, who could have subpoenaed witnesses on his own constitutional authority, danced with the ones that brung him and let this go. So when every Republican, save one, voted on Wednesday to acquit, they had their plausible deniability and their sound bites about letting the voters decide. Ah, the voters, who in their first test of our Soviet-proof systems, took two days to tell us WTF they did in Iowa. (Six nights later and I'm STILL not sure.)
So now we get a victory lap, and a vengeance-filled sacking of the whistleblowers. Never mind that it's illegal- What're ya gonna do, impeach me again?
November. Can't get here soon enough.
----
These days, the first of my classmates from HS and college are starting to turn 61, as I will six days after that fateful Tuesday, Tuesday, can't trust that day.... It occurred to me today that we may need a ruling on whether we will have to start adding asterisks to our birthday greetings to each other because we achieved 61 in a 162-game season;)
One reason for me remembering this old baseball thing? There's a wayback Ithaca bar band I followed back in the day, which put out two albums that I managed to snag on vinyl a few years ago and got a friend to digitize. Both contain a song called "Dues," said dues being about having to be paid by playing gigs in Ithaca bars before you Make It Big. (Spoiler alert: they never did.) The later version of the song contains this line:
Roger Maris, ::sound of baseball cracking on bat made on microphone:: 61, never made the Hall!
But both versions of the song reference a particular Ithaca pizza place- part of a chain that still exists throughout Central New York- and the one that took me on the furthest part of my four-county journey last Tuesday as I met with one of the franchise owners.
Everything old is new again..... oops, now THAT band made it:)
Found proof that this actually happened, from a gig they did in my freshman year at Ithaca College:
----
Last week's workweek ended reasonably well, despite actual snow both morning commutes and having to dress up for court for my third and fourth straight days. Thursday's was in the early afternoon, and was my first experience with the Invisible Judge: Rochester's bankruptcy judge is now handling a percentage of cases filed here in Erie County, but the hearings are conducted by audio from him sitting on an actual bench 70 miles away. I got what I came for, but it was kinda weird answering to nobody you can see. (I'd done these for some Utica cases held in the Binghamton courtroom years ago, but those were video-transmitted. The pizza thing might involve me doing another of those, but they now require travel to Utica for most of the hearings.)
Friday's was earlier, but done sooner. Again, clients got what they came for, but at least one of them required me to do significant drafting and running-about afterward, which will continue into tomorrow if not longer. The end of the week also brought some decent recompense for work done much earlier, plus hope of getting a more recent aggravation de-aggravated. Onwards.
----
Weekend's been quiet. I ran around a bit yesterday trying to replace our birdfeeder, which the squirrel varmints managed to crash to the ground by stripping the screw that holds the top to the hook. I returned to the Scene of the Hardware whence it came, and all their feeders were wussy- but one was on sale, with a different design. No screw holding the top on, but a steel cable. That'll stop the varmints!, I thought.
Mofos had it on the ground in under an hour.
So back to Lowes for a refund, and I've found the previous model online and a replacement screw for when the varmints strip the next one.
In checking around for a replacement, I drove most of Sheridan Drive behind this asshat:
Granted, I was in the all-gas Smart car at the time, but I was still rocking almost 35 mpg in my little rig and hadn't dropped five grand to raise my car's finger to the world of rolling coal. The only comment I could offer was-
Nice car. Sorry about your dick.
----
On a more loving note, Valentines Day is less than a week away, which reminded me to repost the photo I came upon five years ago a few blocks from our house:
You can even pull THAT off with an electric car, asshole:P
We continued a binge of a Dreamworks anime series called Kipo, will try to get to a screening later this week of the short films nominated for the Oscar (
----
Oops. Never posted that last night.
This workweek started out kinda meh. One court appearance, which turned into no court appearance- nobody in the building had the slightest idea where it was, sending me to five different stops on the courthouse's ten floors before I finally gave up. But I did replace the birdfeeder with the previous model, and once getting it home confirmed that it was the screwtop that was the culprit, so I'm ordering a duplicate of THAT for the princely sum of
Now two straight days on the road to Rochester. Could be worse. Could be snowing.