Saturday, January 10, 2009

Cartoon Saturday

Israel and Hamas are still slugging it out in Gaza; 82-year-old Hugh Hefner's new girlfriends are 19-year old twins; four of five Somali pirates drowned when their skiff overturned in rough seas after they collected a a $3 million ransom payment; a giant panda named Gu Gu at the Beijing zoo has tried to eat his third tourist; and president-elect Obama has nominated Leon Panetta to be the Director of the CIA...Mr Panetta's intelligence experience consists of holding the door to the Oval Office open for the CIA analysts who gave daily briefings to former President Clinton.

Cartoon Saturday is here to help you cope.

I don't quite know how I let myself get sucked into the swirling vortex of the endless boob discussions (Rima started it, Mike joyfully kept it up, and Fiona has now designated me as the Boobmeister), but since it really seems to draw in the comments, why should I argue with success? Herewith two boob-related cartoons...

Not long after I spotted this one, my friend Katherine e-mailed me to see if I'd seen it, decisively proving that I really need an image makeover:

I've had this one in my collection for a long time, and sent it to Miss Cellania a while back when she was blogging about ... well ... ladies' unmentionables, so you may have seen it there. I still think it's a classic:

The other topic that seemed to draw commenters out of the woodwork was my post about the deer eating my landscaping. Many of the comments dealt with how to keep the deer away from the plants. But what if the tables were turned...?

Cell phones can be as annoying as they are ubiquitous. This week, two cartoons about cell phones hit on the same general theme...

And...

And finally, since Hollywood seems to have a thing for remaking and reissuing classic films (seen the new version of The Day the Earth Stood Still yet?), what happens when the literary world tries to update the classics? The mind boggles...

Well, I guess I should get moving and find something to serve up for breakfast. I'll need all the energy I can get to face the next round of the never-ending struggle to clean up my study. I'm making progress. Really. Sort of. I just need a bigger dumpster.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

Friday, January 09, 2009

Dream Jobs?

The way the economy is nowadays, the latest status symbol is a job. If you have one, you’re lucky. If you enjoy it, you're doubly lucky.

The Wall Street Journal recently looked at 200 different jobs, and this past Tuesday published it’s list of the best and worst jobs in the U.S. The results were interesting. The top five (best) jobs were:

1. Mathematician;
2. Actuary;
3. Statistician;
4. Biologist; and,
5. Software Engineer.

As jobs go, these aren’t bad. You get to work indoors out of the weather, in offices or laboratories, and none involves grueling physical labor. All require serious mental acuity, and the top three involve the manipulation of numbers (where’s Numeric Life when we need her?).

Not all jobs are quite that good, though. The bottom five (worst) jobs in the survey were:

196. EMT (Emergency Medical Technician);
197. Seaman;
198. Taxi Driver;
199. Dairy Farmer; and,
200. Lumberjack.

In contrast to the “best” jobs, these primarily involve stressful work done outdoors in all sorts of weather, and all involve actual physical danger (though you might argue that dairy farmers have it a bit better than the others).

It could be worse, though. According to The Worst Case Scenario Almanac: History, the worst jobs in medieval England were:

* Leech Collector (walk along riverbeds and collect leeches on your bare legs for later sale to doctors);

* Fuller (treat wool fabric with urine to thicken it);

* Purple Maker (smash mollusks in a vat, add water and ash, and supervise the fermentation, which is said to smell...well...pretty bad); and,

* Arming Squire (keep your knight’s armor clean by polishing it with sand, vinegar, and urine; run into the middle of the battle to replace your knight’s broken armor or weapons).

Moving ahead a few hundred years, here were some of the worst jobs of the 1800’s:

* Chimney Sweep’s Assistant (spend your days jammed in filthy, soot-filled chimneys);

* Mill Scavenger (clean cotton lint and scraps from beneath operating textile machines);

* Pure Collector (gather dog and cat feces from the streets for use by tanners (see "tanner," below));

* Stoker (shovel coal into the roaring fireboxes of steam engines on ships and locomotives); and,

* Tanner (treat animal hides with urine and animal excrement as part of the leather-making process).

Flipping burgers or making all the changes your boss wants to the report you wrote doesn’t seem so bad now, does it?

Have a good day. Cartoon Saturday is coming tomorrow.

Bilbo

Thursday, January 08, 2009

You Knew It Had To Be Coming...So To Speak...

Two of my heroes are comic writer Dave Barry and beloved American commentator Will Rogers. Dave Barry, before reporting on something true-but-utterly-ridiculous, generally said, "I couldn't make this stuff up!" Will Rogers once said, "I don't make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts."

Which brings me to this amazing story that popped up on CNN yesterday: Porn Industry Seeks Federal Bailout. Yes, the porn industry, represented by Hustler magazine publisher Larry Flynt and "Girls Gone Wild" CEO Joe Francis, are seeking a 5 billion dollar federal bailout of the adult entertainment industry. Mr Francis said in a statement that “the US government should actively support the adult industry's survival and growth, just as it feels the need to support any other industry cherished by the American people." Mr Flynt, in his own statement, said, "With all this economic misery and people losing all that money, sex is the farthest thing from their mind. It's time for Congress to rejuvenate the sexual appetite of America. The only way they can do this is by supporting the adult industry and doing it quickly."

Have you noticed that while boobs generally come in pairs, some are much more attractive and interesting than others (Rima, Fiona, and Mike, feel free to jump in here)?

It's obvious that Congress won't bail out the porn industry, at least not directly...they'll continue to do it one member and one transaction at a time. But I'd sure like to be in the audience for the hearings if it gets that far. Some of the evidence submitted would probably be exciting, and it would be interesting to see all the elected reprehensives wearing raincoats to the hearing. And can you imagine the collateral the adult entertainment industry could agree to post?

What's all this stuff about "adult entertainment," anyhow? I'm an adult. Age-wise, anyhow. And I get most of my entertainment from books and dancing. I wonder if I can qualify for a bailout? I can buy a lot of books and magazines, dance lessons and shoes for 5 billion dollars.

I'm working on my bailout request. I'll let you know how it comes out.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Irritating Phrases

Last November, the Telegraph newspaper (from the UK) published an article titled "Oxford Compiles List of Top Ten Irritating Phrases," and I duly filed the link away for future use.

The time has come.

There are phrases that make my teeth vibrate, that are useless, irritating, or otherwise nonsensical. The Telegraph identified many of them, but my #1 All-Time Champion Irritating Phrase is not on their list. I'll share it with you in a minute. First, here are a few of the phrases identified by the Oxford Worthies as "irritating," with the obligatory commentary:

* "At the end of the day." We used to say things like "when it's all said and done" to refer to the conditions existing once some action was completed. I don't know when "at the end of the day" came into use, but I wish we could turn back the clock and strangle it in its crib. I can hear how the late George Carlin would have commented on this stupid phrase: "At the end of the day ... it's NIGHT, for God's sake! Get over it!!"

* "With all due respect." Translation: "You're an utter moron, so let me try to explain this to you again in words with fewer syllables."

* "24/7." This one refers, of course, to actions which take place constantly, and it has a lesser-used relative - "24/7/365" which, of course, cavalierly omits leap years. Perhaps Numeric Life, were she still on line, might have suggested why we needed to reduce it to numbers. Somehow, I just can't hear Amanda complaining that she has to change Aaron's diapers "24/7," even if she has become our new statistician-in-training.

* "At this moment in time." Translation: "Now." Any questions?

* "Fairly unique." If something is "unique" it is, by definition, one of a kind ("being without like or equal" - Websters New Collegiate Dictionary). "Fairly unique" ranks right up there with "slightly pregnant."

* "Have a good one!" Okay, this one's not on the Oxford list, but it still grinds my gears every time I hear it. The automatic (and meaningless) "Have a good day" was bad enough (I used to have a frowny-face button with the message "Don't tell me what kind of day to have!"), but now we're too lazy even to use this empty phrase...now it's just reduced to "have a good one!" One of what? Have a good pork chop? Have a good root canal? Have a good ton of bauxite? You get the idea.

Okay, you've waited long enough - here's my all-time champion irritating phrase:

* "God willing." This one seems usually to be appended to some call for murder or revenge by a wild-eyed, bearded lunatic like Ayman al-Zawahiri, First Deputy Snake of al-Qaeda. You can read an example in this article: Al Qaeda Message Blames Obama, Egypt for Gaza Violence. Oddly enough, Mr Zawahiri fails to give credit to either Hamas or Israel for the horror in Gaza, and fails to realize that Mr Obama is not yet the president. I suppose this happens when you live in the sixth century instead of the 21st, and are more interested in religiously-sanctioned violence than in reconciliation and goodwill. God willing, a bomb of large size and fearsome yield will soon allow Mr Zawahiri to plead his case directly to The Deity...although the telephone connection between heaven and where he'll be is not likely to be a good one.

What are the phrases that irritate you? Let me know and I'll promise not to use them. Too often.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Boobs of Another Sort

I learned a valuable lesson yesterday: in order to maximize the number of comments left in response to a post, I should write about either breasts or cute deer (14 comments each). I even found this at Jessica's blog Indexed this morning:


And so, Dear Readers, in line with the philosophy that one should reinforce success, I have decided to write this morning about...Senate confirmation of nominees for public office.

No, wait, stay!! It's interesting, I promise!

One of the interesting things about living in the National Capital Region is the intricate political kabuki dance that occurs each time the president nominates a candidate for an office which requires Senate confirmation of the nominee. Because our political system requires that all nominees for high office be of sterling character and, preferably, virgin birth, confirmation hearings provide an extra-large ring in which the Congressional circus can perform. If you want to laugh and cry (at the same time), Senate confirmation hearings are just made for you.

This article by Tom Korologos, who has assisted more than 300 presidential nominees prepare for their confirmation hearings, appeared in yesterday's Washington Post op-ed section: Obama Nominees Take Note. The article is a part tongue-in-cheek, part serious look at preparing for the confirmation process, and this is the key point:

"Remember that most of the hearing will be more about the questioners than about you."

If you've ever suffered through Senate hearings on any topic, you doubtless have noticed that Senators will frequently blather on ad nauseum until you (and the unfortunate witness) have forgotten what the original question was...if, in fact, there ever was a question. Confirmation hearings aren't about the nominee, who is required to sit with bovine placidity, wishing he (or she) were somewhere else, while a bunch of earnest-looking Senators use him (or her) as a dart board on which to score political points against the administration or advance their own agendas. Senators like to hear themselves talk. Vice President-elect Biden, who was recently (and elegantly) described in a recent magazine article as a "hair-plugged windbag," is only one example.

Here's another quote from the article:

"Accept that the hearing will not be fair. The Constitution protects you only to the hearing-room door. You have no rights, there is no provision for "objecting." Hearsay questions are allowed. A U.S. senator can ask any question he or she chooses. So be polite and deferential."

Translation: the only reason for you to be here to provide an excuse for the Senators to thunder down at you from their elevated seats. If you try to point out that a particular question is stupid, unfair, or utterly unrelated to evaluating your qualifications for the post to which you have been nominated, you'll go down in flames. It's not personal...it's just how the confirmation process has turned into a bizarre circus which ensures that the most qualified persons will have no interest in pursuing public service.

This is how we end up with unqualified political hacks who draw large salaries while allowing New Orleans to be destroyed and the economy to swirl down the toilet.

Read the entire article. It's interesting, sobering, and worth your time.

And if you like boobs, you'll understand why we end up with so many of them in high office.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

Monday, January 05, 2009

Bilbo's All-You-Can-Eat Salad Bar

One of the nice things about living next to a stretch of thickly-wooded county park land is that we have privacy and relative peace and quiet on our little cul-de-sac. On the other hand, we also have the visitors who sneak up from the woods to snack on my garden and our landscaping.

Yesterday afternoon we had two deer in the front yard, brazenly chowing down on our plants right outside my study window. Agnes didn't want me to chase them away ("the deer have to eat, too"), so I shot them with the only thing available...my trusty Canon Digital Rebel XT. The pictures are a bit dark, as I was shooting through a closed window and screen, and I was only able to get pictures of one of the shameless diners, as the other stayed too close to the side of the house for me to get a good shooting angle.

This is the "Yeah, I'm eatin' your yard...sue me!" glare of the average Northern Virginia deer. It's also a good view of the winter coat the animals are all featuring this time of year...


This one, taken from the living room window, puts the snacker in the larger perspective of the front yard...

And if he (she, actually) could have eaten my car, she probably would have...

Both deer eventually wandered over to my neighbor's yard to poach his plants for a while, before retiring back to their hiding places in the woods.

So...

When I'm bitching and complaining about the state of my lawn plants in a few months, these are the guys I'm complaining about.

Venison is looking pretty good right about now.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Making a Clean Breast of Things...So to Speak

Okay, Rima and Fiona and Mike started this, so blame them if you're one of those odd people easily offended by sexual imagery.

Yes, I am going to write about breasts this morning.

Being a normal, healthy American male, I am as obsessed with the female figure as anyone else. The difference is that my obsession is a reasonably moderate and well-controlled one...I don't (usually) stare at the bosoms of young ladies, and neither do I get huffy when a young mother decides to breast-feed her child in public (hey, I learned from my daughter that one can now buy "hooter hiders" to make public breast-feeding less of a traumatic event for those exposed to it). Ladies come equipped with breasts, and men like them. It's been this way since Adam first realized that Eve had fine knockers and Eve went to Victoria's Secret Tree for leaves to cover said knockers, and it's unlikely to change any time soon. For my own part, I depend on beautiful breasts, partially exposed by teasingly low necklines, to encourage me to keep my head up while dancing. Most of the time, anyhow.

Which is all part of my long-winded introduction to this article from Time Magazine: Facebook's War on Nipples.

According to the article, "Facebook has drawn a line in the sand by removing any photos it deems obscene, including those containing a fully exposed breast, which the site defines as 'showing the nipple or areola.' In other words, plunging necklines or string bikinis are fine — just no nips."

You may remember the hysteria which accompanied Janet Jackson's "wardrobe malfunction" on live television some years ago...part of her costume was designed to pull away to expose a ... gasp! ... nipple on television. The horror! Oh, dear God, there couldn't have been enough psychiatrists in the world to deal with the incalculable harm done to the minds of the millions of impressionable children who might have caught a split-second glimpse of Ms Jackson's partially-exposed breast (and a fine breast it was, too, if I may offer the opinion). And think of the damage done to carpets and upholstery everywhere when alert men spilled their chips and beer at the sight.

We're doomed, doomed, I say! When breasts are wantonly exposed, surely the rain of fire and brimstone from an aggrieved deity cannot be far behind. Surely the collapse of the economy and all of our other ills can be traced directly to our willingness to expose female breasts.

Okay, it's time to cash the reality check.

A staple of modern prime-time television programming is violence. You have your CSI, you have your Bones, you have your police and detective shows in which people are routinely stabbed, shot, beaten, burned, tortured, bent, folded, spindled, mutilated, and subjected to many other types of hideous bodily harm. The small screen is awash in violent imagery of wounds, decomposed bodies, rape, murder, and all sorts of other examples of man's inhumanity to man.

And we're worried someone might see a nipple? Or - God forbid - a whole breast, still attached to a live, functioning lady? Oh, the horror! Maybe it's just me, but I tend to prefer the sight of a baby peacefully nursing at a mother's breast to a scene of violence and depravity.

This...

As opposed to this:

I'm weird that way.

Well, other ways, too, but that's a discussion for another day.

If you are one of those people who get hysterical at the sight of an exposed breast, my message to you is: get a life. After all, the life you have is probably a result in large part of a breast your mother exposed to you some years ago. And I don't think you complained about that one.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Cartoon Saturday

Israel continues to bomb Gaza as Hamas continues to fire rockets at Israel, a rock star's family is planning to auction off his used coffin on e-Bay, actor John Travolta's son has died in the Bahamas, a man suffering from cerebral palsy was accidentally left on a bus overnight in 15-degree temperatures, and there are still 17 days left in the Bush administration.

Thank goodness for Cartoon Saturday!

One of my favorite singers is Nanci Griffith, and one of my favorite Nanci Griffith songs is The Wall of Death, about the ultimate carnival ride. Perhaps she needs to update the lyrics a bit for the latest terrifying ride...

Traditional newspapers are having a rough time from a generation that prefers to get its news in short, information-free bursts from television and the bells-and-whistles-festooned Internet. I thought this recent cartoon says it all...

Perhaps the government regulators who were responsible for overseeing the few economic regulations the administration hadn't gotten rid of yet overlooked some key indicators of the coming disaster...

Earl and I understand each other...

And finally, I wasn't sure whether or not to laugh at this one...which you just know will appear as the subject of a junk lawsuit sometime...

Have a good weekend. When the first full work week of 2009 starts on Monday, you'll need it.

For now, have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

Friday, January 02, 2009

Another Taxing Discussion

In the classic Marx Brothers movie Duck Soup, Groucho (as Rufus T. Firefly, the leader of Freedonia) is chairing a meeting of his advisors to deal with Freedonia's wretched economic situation. The Minister of Finance urges him to take up the tax. Groucho says he'd rather take up the carpet. The Finance Minister still insists they must take up the tax. To which Groucho replies, "You're right...we have to take up the tax before we can take up the carpet!"

I worship Groucho Marx.

And we need to take up the tax.

I got into an all-day three-way e-mail discussion earlier this week with two of my friends on the subject of how to stimulate the economy. My friends, both of whom are a bit to the political right of Atilla the Hun, spent the day trying to convince me that the silver bullet that will save the economy is tax cuts. I spent the day strongly disagreeing, and we ended up agreeing to disagree.

As you know if you've been reading this blog for long, I don't like paying taxes any more than you do, but I accept that they're a necessary evil. After all, how does the government raise the money to pay to bail out the greedy bastards who got us into this mess?

To die-hard economic conservatives who believe in supply-side economics, the economy booms when taxes are low because people have more money to spend, while businesses have more money to invest in expansion, production, and hiring. Central to this belief is the so-called Laffer Curve, a bell curve which purports to show that increases in tax rates do not actually increase tax revenue. According to this economic theory, lower tax rates actually increase tax revenue because people are more willing to work when they can keep more of their money from the tax collector's clutches...the higher the rate of taxation, the lower the individual's motivation to work hard and make more, because he'll just end up paying it to the tax man. The top of the Laffer Curve is the point at which the individual taxpayer's willingness to work hard is balanced by the government's need to generate tax revenue. This is what the curve looks like...

Okay, I can see where the Laffer Curve makes sense. But what doesn't make sense to me is how lower tax rates can work across the board as the Conservative Silver Bullet answer to all economic problems.

Here is what I wrote in the e-mail exchange I described above:

“…as of December 5th, the economy this year has lost about 1.9 million jobs. These are people who have no work and are paying no taxes. A tax cut isn't going to do them much good if they have no earnings to tax. While tax cuts may, in your view, 'mean more money for businesses to expand and hire new people,' I think that the expansion and hiring aren't likely to happen until those businesses are sure they will have customers for their products and services. How big a tax cut do you suppose it will take to convince businesses to hire back the 1.9 million people they laid off this year, plus all the new ones entering the work force?

“It may be true that government actually takes in more money when it cuts taxes, although I suspect there may be some creative accounting to make those numbers work in all but the most booming of economic times. Whether it does or not depends on whether the money that businesses and individuals save in reduced taxes is plowed back into the economy. I can tell you in my own case, that we are saving every extra dime we can in an attempt to make up for the massive losses we sustained in the current Wall Street meltdown...that's money that isn't being spent in those stores you expect will be hiring and expanding because of the money I'm supposed to be spending. And I don't think I'm alone in what I'm doing.

“… You are correct in that money collected in taxes is money that is not available for businesses to invest, that the essence of government is to set spending priorities which balance income (taxes) with outgo, and that a line needs to be drawn to bound those priorities. The problem is that we have allowed rigid political viewpoints to limit discussion of and experimentation with potential solutions. Rock-ribbed conservatives believe the government should stay back and let the marketplace police itself...well, we can all see how well that works. Die-hard liberals believe the government has a responsibility to ensure that everyone shares equally in the economic benefits (sounds like Marx's "from each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs," doesn't it?). Each one has his head up his butt. Government shouldn't "dictate," but really needs to regulate the marketplace enough to prevent the sort of disaster we're coping with now ... likewise, government shouldn't be implementing foolish policies which may be socially praiseworthy but are in reality economically ludicrous (mortgage loans to unqualified people, for instance).”

Okay, I've beaten the tax horse long enough. What's your view? How should we stimulate the economy? I accept that lower (or, at least, not higher) taxes should be considered as one part of a larger stimulus package, but beyond that I don't know. What I do know is that throwing money at banks, finance companies, auto makers, and everybody else that's whining for help isn't likely to work in the absence of a coordinated plan that actually puts people to work and prevents the economic shenanigans that wrecked the economy in the first place.

Where do we go in 2009? Inquiring minds want to know.

Because inquiring bodies need to eat.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Bilbo Presents the First Rant Collection of 2009

Happy New Year!

Okay, now that we have the pleasantries out of the way, let's look at the first silliness of 2009...

Governor Rod "What Am I Bid For This Seat" Blagojevich has appointed Roland Burris to take the Senate seat vacated by President-elect Obama. Mr Burris appears to be well-qualified to be a senator, particularly because of his ego and his proven ability to plan for the future...CNN reports that Mr Burris has already built his mausoleum, with his resume and accomplishments literally carved in stone. Read all about it here. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to use this cartoon, but...

From the Department of Get a Life, Dumbass comes this story about atheists filing a lawsuit to keep all mention of God out of President-elect Obama's inauguration ceremony. Dr Michael Newdow, who has filed the same (unsuccessful) lawsuit in 2001 and 2005, claims that "...it's unconstitutional to imply that atheists and others are not as good (as 'real Americans')." Here's what the First Amendment to the Constitution actually says on the subject: "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof." I'm no Constitutional scholar, but it sounds to me like the Founders didn't want Congress to try to turn the US into a seventh-century religious paradise like Saudi Arabia...not that all mention of God is by itself a bad thing, or that people have a constitutional right to not feel uncomfortable. 'Nuff said.

From the Department of Chickens and Eggs comes the latest murderous unpleasantness between Israel and Hamas. Israel is bombarding Hamas because it keeps launching rockets at Israel because the Israelis keep killing Hamas militants who keep launching rockets at Israel because the Israelis keep killing Hamas militants who...you get the idea. Which came first, the Hamas chicken or the Israeli egg? I still say my approach to solving the Middle East mess is best: build a wall 200 feet high and 50 feet thick around the entire region, fill it up with sand, and start over.

Amazingly enough - after months of badgering and snide comments in this space, I have finally received a letter from Mike! Sort of. Yesterday, I received an envelope from Mike which contained this article snipped from the St Louis Post-Dispatch: As Time and Newspapers March On, I Relish Real Mail. Oh, well...it's a start.

I hope you all had a safe and enjoyable New Years' Eve and are not reading this through the filter of an alcohol-induced hangover. Agnes and I stayed home last night: I baked a standing rib roast, accompanied by Cauliflower Mornay and potatoes, we dined in style, then spent a relaxing evening in front of the fire watching episodes of Bones on DVDs. The neighbors fired off several hours worth of fireworks, and 2009 showed up on schedule.

I hope it's better than 2008.

Happy New Year! Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo