Send a copy of that study to Commission Chairman Cogen. Since he admits to dipping his wick in the local pool, he's likely to have dipped it elsewhere.
Irony: This guy actually did a video on "Marriage Matters to Me" For this he gets the Effinger Award of the Day. I'm also awarding him the Dummy of the Week, and the Maroon of the Month awards. A rare Trifecta for you, Executive/Commissioner, Sir! Oh, I almost forgot, he's also a gun-grabber, but as a lowly Commish, he doesn't make the Illegal Mayors list. Is there an Illegal Councillor/Commish list he might be on?
Look quick, that vid might not be up long. Also, go to the linked poll and vote, even if you aren't from this County.
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Actually, that should have read "...by Rabbie Burns", but then I wouldn't have busted a rhyme, would've I?
Ah, yes, Whisky Blogging, here's to it....experience is the Great Teacher, but tonight, Teacher's is the great teacher.
The wind's died off, the rain is simple showers, and the rain gage reads north of 4" for the storm, but it WAS quite the Fall blow, and now, freshet. We don't even have a name to call the storm by...
The Rivrsis lives on the Coast Fork of the Willamette River, some 140 miles South of here (upstream), and her Rivr is dam-controlled just two miles above her property, but still, the control reservoir got too full, so this is the result: it will have to be lowered, at near max flow rate, for almost all of next week. Her property will partly flood, but it does so frequently. Note that the reservoir filled ten feet in 24 hours, and is forecast to fill ten more! Acre-feet in this lake have increased from 30,000 to over 70,000. Yep, that's a bunch of rain.
From weather to politics, without so much as a by-your-leave. Too bad.
The conservative blatherers are full of the blame-game now. Hindsight is always 20-20 for this crowd, and this election is no different. All of us conz failed to appreciate the potential voting impact of the entitlement society, so appropriately called "moochers" by Ayn Rand, and my sobriquet is "the gimme-gimme class", or just "gimmes". Hell, some of these oh-so-prescient conservatives would lump ME in the Gimme class, because at age 69, I exist on two Government pensions plus Sociable Securidad. They would be wrong, I earned all these pension dollars, and loaned them to the two gummints involved, and the same with my Sociable Screwiness Account, which had over $200K of MY direct contributions over 46 years in it when I retired, and with interest, probably close to a $Million. At that rate, my piddly little $18.5K/yr draw on it should be good for my lifetime, several times over. Your mileage may vary, of course, but I have long-range precision rifles...hands off MY money!
Again, no segue: over to Eye Candy, click here. Yep, dress for success, and those ladies look VERY successful.
Sort-of segue: On to some more eye-candy, but it comes with a steering wheel. Danica Patrick is single again, having ditched her hub of seven years. Rumors will fly now about who she "trades paint" with...
Okay! Enough. time to go down and rustle up some grits.
I have summarily promoted the Coyote Kid to Guest Blogger status, since he provides me with so much blogging material. I have been a guest out in his home in SW South Dakota, and he is a retired military guy like myself, and a retired cop like myself (only he made Lieutenant before he retired, and I put in 25 years as a Patrolman). He is an Armorer (by profession, as he did that for both the cop and military shops). He does well with a computer, too. The only thing he doesn't want to do is a blog, so he is satisfied to let me do the writing or editing. I don't mind that, since his ideas are original and his understanding of them correct.
Here, without further ado, are the Coyote Kid's smart ideas of the day:
Train yourself in CPR. Yes, most of us older types WERE trained in chest-compression/rescue-breathing CPR, but it is difficult to do unless you practice, and I'll be the first to admit I haven't worked out on Resusci-Annie in years. Here is the NEW CPR, chest compressions only. Learn it (or re-learn it). BTW, unless I miss my guess, that is AZ Gov Jan Brewer introducing it, and she is MY idea of a Stateswoman.
Here is a Powerpoint of black-and-white photos of Africa. Most are professionally retouched, but all are excellent. Enjoy. Download Africa in B&W
Here is a link to previous Hollywood "A-list" stars and their cars. Just search on "stars and cars" and you will find many more such lists, most of them much more current as to time.
Now, go take this civics test. I have to report that I missed two out of the eleven, which means there are few more involved in the news than I (but not many).
Now, go below the fold where the Kid's best comm of the day resides. You might have guessed it's NSFW...
Og, the Neanderpundit must have insomnia problems, a sure sign of aging. So he watches TeeVee during those sleepless periods. Nothing wrong with that. Of late, the raging infomercial on late-night TeeVee is a brassiere commercial, either for the "Ahhh-Bra" or the "Genie Bra", which both appear to be the same thing, an elastic piece of women's underclothing to hold the mammaries in place, but just so.
It's the "just so" that gets me. As a guy, I don't need a bra, so maybe it's hard to figure out why there is so much room in this "just so" market. I'll translate the need for a bra to the man's need for support at a lower level. Men can buy briefs with varying levels of support, or boxers with none. There is no need for men to not have their "junk" supported at the exact level they desire, and we don't even measure our "junk" for that purpose (well, Og does, but he's strange).
Women ALL have a measurement issue, though.
Some wimmen (wimyn?) want to be free of bras. That started in the '60's. I grew up in the late '50's, when my teenage lust had to be satisfied by "sweater gals" who were basically strapped down tight, and if they were daring, wore bras with padding to emphasize the idea that tits end in nipples, i.e., they got that point across. No jiggle, or anything resembling it, unless the sweater gal really tried to make that happen.
Then, the Sexual Revolution of the Sixties had Brigitte Bardot and other women of ideal shape wearing clothing with no bras underneath, and jiggle came to be the thing that we horny men looked for, so the bra-builders crafted their wares to allow jiggle. Women's fashion is, after all, all about titillating the men, admit it, ladies.
As an offshoot of the Sexual Revolution, more men's magazines came into print. No, I'm not talking about Esquire, or Gentleman's Quarterly, I'm talking about Playboy, Hustler, etc. These magazines all featured women who were endowed with more tittage than most ladies, and Holly-WOOD caught on, fast: the bigger the boobs, the hotter the movie actress and the more tickets she would sell at the box-office, making those horny OLD Holly-WOOD types rich, so they could indulge their fantasies with luxo mansions in Beverly Hills, each manse having a swimming pool, and each pool HAD to be decorated with actresses having big boobs and ever-smaller bikini tops to cover them.
Note, as you must have by now, that bare breasts in public were generally frowned upon by those who wrote our laws. Up until the 1990's, there weren't even many legal nude beaches in this strict nation. Europe had as many of them as there were sandy strands, but we didn't, so the sight of naked wimmen (womyns?) had to remain fig-leafs of our male imaginations.
Until the Internet, that is.
With the advent of "universal publishing", aka The Internet, everyone has access to photographs of naked women, near-naked women, and especially, well-titted women. Jiggle of barely-restrained boobs is now acceptable everywhere but in nunneries (where Og goes to see women, I'd guess).
So, we're finally back to bra design. The use of woven stretch fabrics with variable-compression cloth engineered into the weave has allowed bra designers to craft bras that offer some support, and some jiggle. There is still one fault of these bras, though, from a technical point of view: they need to be designed according to the support level needed, and the only measure of boobiness is Cup Size. Cup size is generated by protrusion of the overall tit from the woman's rib cage, and it is measured in inches, then translated into letters. A rack of boobs which protrudes only an inch from the ribcage below it is an "A" cup, but the letters go way up to huge numbers such as "FF" (7-inch protrusion, I believe). Any woman of average body weight for her height with "FF" cup size has other problems, as those huge boobs weigh over ten pounds each, and the body (especially the spine) has to compensate for the gravity-induced leverage on the spine, at times the woman is vertical. On the other hand, a woman with "A" cup size probably has a total tit-mass of less than two pounds.
You can't tell me that an elastic woven fabric can be built that properly supports both of the weight classes discussed above.
Can't happen, so I call BeeEss on the Ahhh! and Genie bras. In fact, I call BeeEss on almost all the bra designers in the entire world, because they are trying to solve an engineering problem without engineering process.
Engineering is all about Metrics, the science (not art!) of measurement.
Boobs are all about MASS (as measured by the Avoirdupois system of pounds and ounces, or the Metric system of kilograms if you live anywhere else but here), as well as protrusion size, but there is no current system for measuring the weight of the mammaries. It's not that measuring weight is hard to do, scales have been designed to measure the weight of just about everything else. The other way to measure would be to depend on the human sense of experience and proportion.
Just as an experienced mechanic can look at a machine screw and tell you what size and thread-count it is, an experienced boobie measurer ought to be able to heft boobies and assay their actual weight within a close tolerance, say 5%.
Bras need to be built according to weight-supporting capacity as well as protrusion-size, but they aren't, and I maintain that the lack of metrics is the reason they are not built properly.
I've had and retired from two complete careers, but I could easily take on the assignment of training myself to be an accurate titmass assessor. I can envision retiring from such a position, after decades of worthy measurements in that cause. I can even imagine a conclave of such retired titmass assessors getting together for coffee on a weekly basis, and the discussions that would ensue from that gathering...