Thursday, November 23, 2017

Not an easy call

According to numerous sources talking to Joe Pompero at Vanity Fair the NYT is torn about whether or not Glenn Thrush should be fired for sexual-misconduct allegations. NYT is conducting an investigation. The problem they're having with accusations that Thrush hit on women in their 20's when he was drunk and married besides, is that the incidents reported occurred when he worked for Politico. 

Either way, stay or go, it's hard to care. Whatever is felt occurs in the gut, not the intellect nor the heart. Lower gut. Very lower. Lowest of the gut. The Ace of Spades writers have an hilarious expression for this hard feeling, schadenboner. They kill me.

Girls' Generation

The North Korean soldier who defected regained consciousness and his first request after being assured that he really did make it to South Korea was music.

Now, this is very odd. Don't you think?

Some of you are musicians so you probably do not think that is odd. And music is universal, after all.


The humanity. It's totally getting me.

The South Korean government is very interested in this request of his because it so happens that part of their own propaganda is to blast South Korean music by loudspeakers across the border. Kim Young-Dung, Kimchee Dong, whatever, Rocket Boy, banned drinking and singing parties. No Karaoke for you! Oh noooooooooo.

Now life over there is even worse!

This is what the soldier is watching.  Laugh if you like. Sneer if you must. Grumble about being old. This video has 195 million views on YouTube so somebody out there really likes it. They sure are cute.

gobble gobble

butternut pie

That's good as anything else I've seen. And I just watched fifteen videos on pumpkin, sweet potato and butternut squash pie.

That makes me, like, a total expert.

They all say the same things. 

Every single one of them uses pre-made pie shells. It's just not important to any of them to make their own.

And all of them use the same spices. Except one woman uses only nutmeg and she kept adding it. Three extra times. It was funny. She was using pre-ground nutmeg that day and hers lost its flavor in storing.

And only one woman used ginger.

Cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, ginger, none used a pinch of clove.

Vanilla extract, lemon extract, butter extract, but none used real lemon or lemon zest. None added orange or orange zest.

They roasted their sweet potatoes to concentrate the flavor and they boiled or microwaved the butternut squash. 

They all used sugar and brown sugar, salt, butter and eggs.

They all kept it to a paste, a slurry of varying viscosities, some very thin and runny and others thick as mud. Whatever the thickness, the egg caused it to set.

None of them added any extraneous items. And that made me imagine a pie combination. A mad pie combination that's everything that you like all at once with this type of squash filling holding it together. Throughout one of these pies, little chunks of diced apple or pear, raisins and pecans or walnut, cranberries or Craisins plumped up with rum. Perhaps oatmeal or chocolate. Or layers of various squashes.

I think pineapple chunks floating around in there would be nice. Or on top. Or in a layer.

I imagined cheesecake versions of all these type pies and I visualized mousse versions in differing types of shells, graham cracker crust or mixed versions using ground animal crackers or ground ginger snaps. 

It seems to me a billion varieties await exploration. 

And then I thought, what's the deal with pie shells anyway? A pile of any of this kind of mixture with a pie shell type cookie would be very nice 

And I really like sweet potato just as it is, baked to incredibly deep sweetness with any of these things, or all of these things, sprinkled on top. 

No sweet potato pie video for you!

They're all rather dull. 

Ok fine. My arm hurts. Stop twisting already. Uncle!

This woman is sweet as pie. I'd like to introduce her to whole nutmeg that you scrape yourself.

Chefs do not use bottled lemon juice. They're against it. For they are lemon elitists.

And I wonder why none of the home cooks ran their mixture through a sieve since they're so concerned about plant fibers.

I learned this is mostly an African-American thing. Is this culture appropriation? If it is, then thank you. Thank you everybody for sharing.

Jewels of the Oracle

I just now read three distressingly political items all having to do with political machinations. The first is about the DNC employing a broken arrow strategy against Republicans. The main idea is Republicans hold more state offices across the land by a very large percentage so for Democrat leadership, a desperate act becomes reasonable. Meaning, in a battle situation where your group is pinned down then you call in air support to bomb the whole area. That will also kill your own people but since your opponent has more forces then they suffer a greater percentage of losses. That explains the Harvey Weinstein and associated political sex scandals.

And observing that strategy fail miserably, the smaller number suffering greater losses is a beautiful thing to behold.

The second is about RNC organization, their analogy to regular business in relation to GOPe. Who does the investing, the planning, the managing, and who are the employees, and finally, we the consumers.

The third is about Hillary Clinton paying her lawyer to pay Fusion to pay British and Russian for a Dossier then pay journalists to run the bogus story.

And I was thinking, oh man, I don't want to post about that crap. It reminds me of a puzzle in Jewels of the Oracle that I didn't want to solve because it is ugly. The player is already in a basement. You touch your marker on a jewel shape on a stone door and it slides open with the sound of a stone crypt door, stone against stone. At the end of the room are vertical pipes with varying levels of water. The thick heavy pipes are connected. The player opens valves so water drains from one pipe to another. The object is to balance the water levels by adding and subtracting from the pipes. It's not straightforward. You have to add and subtract counterintuitively instead of directly. It turned out to be a lot of fun to solve.

Then I thought, what happened to that game? It's played on a CD. Computers at the time didn't hold that much information so most of data was kept on the disc. Then later computers don't have the CD drive. The disc is still around and so is a detached CD player, but pfffft. It's an old game. 1995.

Then I thought, how did I even know about this game? Why did I have it. I'm not into games.

I drifted back 22 years and saw it again. I'm running around town with a friend. We're planning something big. A party. It involves a lot of loose ends. We must go to a Capitol Hill apartment of one of his friends. Someone I know but not very well. I had never been to his apartment.

Nice place. Well designed. Expensive.

Upon entering we pass through a foyer were oddly a small table is set up with a desktop computer and with a computer game running. Who puts a computer at the entrance? We haven't even walked into to the apartment yet. The friend who is driving around town and this new friend had been playing. They were stuck on this challenge. They told me they were wracking their brains out trying different solutions but could not solve this puzzle. They looked for increasing complexities, they looked for curved shapes vs sharp angles, they looked for attached lines vs disconnected lines, they looked for designs with meaning, they looked for a message, they look for letters. Nothing is fitting.

I looked at the screen for fifteen seconds and solved it. Each tile is a mirror of itself. So what is the self being mirrored? It's simple as flakey farmhouse piecrust. Without saying anything I simply moved the tiles into place. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Solved. They both looked at me stupefied. "Jesus Christ, Dude. How did you do that?"

They think I'm brilliant.

I said, "It's the sort of thing you can overthink. It's actually mundane and very low level. This is a puzzle for children. This is a puzzle for idiots. And when you see it, you can just kick your own asses."

I showed them.

They both went from thinking me brilliant to becoming angry. At me! Both of them, especially the guy who drove me there became aggressively rude. Dismissively, "Well it takes a dumbass like Bo to figure out something this stupid."

How rude! "Look, I didn't ask you to let me play your game. You asked me to look at it. So I did."

"Well, we didn't expect you to solve the stupid thing so fast."

Whatzamatter, don't you read hieroglyphs backward and forward, sideways and vertically?

I love the design of this game, vaguely Mesopotamian, Egyptian, prehistoric, alien. 

This really is a fun computer game. 24 puzzles altogether.

There is no plot to it. No character. So it's not a game in that sense. Just a fantastic assembly of various puzzles. Most of the games have two settings, easy and hard. Some like this one are insanely easy while others are challenging. The maze on a cube is a major pain in the butt because your exit from one maze is the entrance to the next until the whole cube  surface is gone through. Then you get your jewel to add to the jewel set.

Others are variations of common puzzles that you played with as a kid. My favorite of those is the small flat plastic board that you hold in your hands that contains  sixteen spots for fifteen tiles with one empty space. The player shoves the tiles around with their thumbs. I can solve the plastic version of that thing in seconds by creating a train of tiles that makes a few loops around the frame dropping tiles and picking up tiles as it loops until boom all the tiles are in the right spot. You must think of the sections backward and forward.

My favorite puzzle of all in Jewel of the Oracle is a maze where you control a beetle pushing a ball of poo down a hole. The beetle cannot go backward, and can only push the ball. I've seen variations of this online but they're not as cute.

Pipe puzzle 3:37

I just now discovered that YouTube has all of the challenges in order. People explain all the challenges. Some are mathematic, algebraic, some are logic. One infuriating puzzle is logic that asks you to select items in a prehistoric room that go together. While all the items go together in some way, hunting, farming, preparing food, etc. The thing that makes it so hard is discovering their precise selection of objects and their reason behind their association. There are logic puzzles like this on the GMAT and LSAT verisimilitude practice books too. All those very thick books are fantastic puzzle books. But the logic sections are as much subjective as they are pure logic because the author rates the importance of elements. You have to take what is given and extrapolate outward the value or the importance of ramifications unspecified. And that varies greatly reader to reader. They give the answer, but they don't give the why of the answer so after all that work you score poorly and still don't learn anything, except the writer is a bit tetched. 

Now, you can download the whole game for free. And its followup, Gems of Darkness.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Did someone say watermelon?

I was working yesterday, looked up and saw:

After reading Chip's post I now have a hook upon which to hang this photo.

What is the link, you ask? Ha!

Okay, that didn't work? How about this one:

Enter this contest to win fabulous prizes!

What my dogs do when I am not looking.

pie crust war

Mum, bless her, made the worst pie crusts but none of us knew that for we lived in ignorant pie crust bliss.

Toni set me straight years after I left home. She came over to my house to make pies. I poured vegetable oil into a bowl of flour as I knew how. Toni stopped dead, shocked, and asked me what I was doing.

I'm making a pie crust. Duh.
How do they come out?
Like cardboard. Of course.
It's no wonder. You're doing it wrong.
How do I fix it?
First, throw that away. 
She has a very cogent direct way about her. She told me the fat must be kept cold. Best to start with everything chilled. Cold bowl, ice cold water, cold flour, cold hands. Some farmer's wives run cold water over their fingers before starting. The old fashioned pie crusts are butter cut into cubes and smashed with cold fingertips into the flour until the flour is loaded with butter. The bowl will be filled with flattened butter chunks coated with flour. Chilled again. Ice cold water sprinkled over the mass of floured flakes until it barely pulls together. Chilled again.

I wish I had known about gluten molecules relaxing when I was seven years old and pressing out Chef Boyardee pizza. It kept shrinking back on an oiled baking sheet. Had I just let it sit there for ten minutes then it would stretch out cooperatively.

Those pizzas were stupid. But we didn't know that either.

So the farmhouse pie crusts are made without processors. The butter is smashed and pushed off the fingertips before heat from your hands can melt the flakes. The fingertips run rapidly through the flour and smash every lump they encounter down there. It's very deft and movement-economical. There is no processor to clean.

The processor type crusts turn the butter/flour to powder. They all aim for pea-size particles, then add water and process further in pulses until it pulls together. Now those pea-size butter particles are even smaller.

The farmhouse technique creates individual large flakes layered throughout the crust when it's rolled.

The processed technique creates itty-bitty dust-flake crusts.

They're both flakey because the ingredients were kept cold so the fat didn't melt to absorb flour. The farmhouse style has big flakes, the processed style has powder flakes.

Vodka replacing part of the water has the advantage of evaporation for a dryer flakier crust.

Beaten egg yolk fortifies the crust. It gives the crust more body. It makes the crust more like a cookie.

Dessert crusts have sugar, savory crusts do not.

None suggest adding anything like ginger powder and I wonder why not.

Nana's a loser. Don't listen to her. She talks too much and she makes pie crust from loser oil. She thinks her pie crust are flakey and I know that Nana doesn't know what she doesn't know. Because I used to not know that same thing too.  She's living in blissfully ignorant pie-world. Her secrets are worthless. Plus her video is too long. Her pie crust may be flakey, but so is cardboard. She makes the kind that Toni broke me from and it's been improved pie crusts ever since. Thank you, Toni.

This Food Network guy uses vodka for part of the liquid.

Nice trick. He countered the taste with sugar.

This effervescent young bird has her pie-crust act together seriously. She manually builds her flakes and then layers the oversized flakes still rather dry. She doesn't create a coherent dough then roll it out. Her dough becomes partially coherent by her repeated rolling and slow absorption of meager water.  Her very large flakes are folded like puff pastry. This is Bon Appétit Test Kitchen and this is how they roll.

Food Wishes, because I like John and he's good at everything so he's invited to our contest.

One last contestant. This woman talks funny. Step 1: Paint your fingernails red.

Finally! Someone does it the way of the authentic farmhouse wife. Gemma for the win.

No messing around. No processor. No stupid pastry cutter. No tricks. Gemma, I would eat your pie any day.

John with Food Wishes turned in a standard effort. Very unusually, we didn't learn anything from John today.

Carla with Bon Appétit ran a very close second. Her technique is confident and bold and knowledgeable.

Vodka crust guy has a splendid trick.

Nana, such a loser, we don't even watch her. We expect better from our elders than oil pie crust. Something like lard. Wax paper? Gimme a break.

Toni told me I really should buy pie rolling cloth and cloth sock for the wooden roller. Those two things are a whole 'nuther ballgame. So I did. And they are.

On the five-year anniversary of Colorado pot legalization

By James Arlandson at American Thinker.

I'll tell you what James Arlandson says.

Visitors remark they smell the growing warehouses alongside the highways and entire neighborhoods in Colorado Springs smell like pot.

[Really? I haven't notice that. Although I told you that one day Pure smelled like a skunk. I went in and told there is a skunk hanging around and they laughed. Then gave me a tour. They're such pleasant people, easily given to good humor.]

Homelessness rate has grown and ranks among the highest in the country. Directors of homeless shelters and people who live on the streets tell (someone) that subsance abusers migrate here for easy access to pot.

[Not just homeless. And not just across the country. People have flocked here from around the world to experience what liberty is like. I saw a world map in a medical marijuana shop on Lincoln and 10th where guests put a pin on the place where they came from just to buy pot legally. That's glorious and tragically sad at the same time.]

In the five years there's been a doubling of drivers involved in fatal crashes who tested positive for marijuana.

There's been more marijuana in schools than teachers and administrators ever feared.

Colorado is a cautionary tale for the 60% of American voters who are favorable toward legislation.

Ingesting a chemically laced plant with carcinogens and brain cell-destroyers is bad for the body. An Australian study shows cannabis [and other illicit substances] is associated with early onset of psychosis.

Well, when you say it like that.

When you concentrate solely on all the possible bad things. Come on. Can't you be fair?

No. You cannot. Your American Thoughts would be balanced if you did.

Where do I even start with you? Where do I go with you? Why even bother when everything positive I can manage comes pre-rejected? What would be the point of even engaging? Your mind is made up. Like a brick.

A brick with American Thoughts.

Mr. American Opining Person, I meant to say Thinker just now. I must be high. Have you even ever met a pot smoker or someone who ingests pot? Because it sounds like you live in isolation back there in 1930.

You didn't mention anything about freedom and liberty in your American Thinking opinion. And that's strange because that's the main thing about this issue and that's also the main thing about being American and being a Thinker.

You didn't bother covering increased Colorado tax intake in your American Thinking opinion, and increased tax revenue is significant.

It didn't fix Colorado budget because Colorado is run by Democrats and they're maniacs with spending.

See, there's two very important aspects right there that you ignored. Your Thinker piece is all about dodgy studies done by anti-liberty, pro-legislation, worn out fuddy duddy, prohibitionist  research by no-fun having antisocial nerds. Who probably drink their asses off until their speech is slurred.

Not one goddamn word about its actual medical benefits. Even if that rubric is abused for recreational use. You cannot deny very real patients who get very real help with marijuana, yet you do deny them. To you they don't count.

You don't mention anything about people locked in jails for simply pursuing their own happiness because you're too locked in your own jail of anachronistic prohibitionist conceit.

You are a joke. A man dressed in drag and displaying yourself comically as a cranky old woman so convincingly people think you're real.

I'm tired of being subjected to your time-worn threadbare lame ass arguments that rely so heavily on the opinions of others. I'm worn out from hearing all the craptastic data you drag out to support your losing opinion. 

No mention in your American Thinky-Thoughts of the real beauty of living free in a free state, free of oppression of legalized constrictions on personal behavior that's none of anyone else's business, in a state that is towering beacon of light to the rest of the nation for rational thinking men and women for citizens stuck in their miserable oppression in states that apply government oppression with the heavy overbearing sledgehammer of  law. Stopping people as they drive across the border on the chance they might be bringing in a fucking weed. 

You have no idea how stupid and miserable you sound to people living free. 

I've lived here for decades and I nor any of my friends even smoke pot [tried it and it does me no good at all] while all of us agree legalization of something that should never have been illegal in the first place is not so much the way to go, it's the way to be. American, thinking and free. And we understood that at age twelve when we learned about prohibition while also learning about the uselessness of prohibition, the ridiculous conceit of prohibition, the waste of prohibition, the damage of prohibition all so much greater than the reason for prohibition. And here you are doing all that all over again. 

Here. Let's not be cross with each other. Let's be chums and watch a movie together. It's only an hour. An old one from 1936, because you are so very much like them with your creaky old outdated American Opinion sorely in need of an updating. We can torch up a ... cook up a pot of popcorn and munch it together. Hold my hand. 

Okay I'm done with that.

Two months ago I went to the bank. US Bank. They're American Thinkers too. They moved from their classy digs on the corner of Broadway and Mississippi to crummy little dump in what should be a antique shop on Broadway and with very limited parking. It's awful. Temporary until their new building is finished.

The teller behind the counter was 20-something, nicely dressed, but he looked like he grew up on a farm. Big. Clear skin, short hair. Clean-cut, quiet type, and staid. I made some kind of minor banking error. And that created a problem. I had no good excuse. I told they guy, "I must have been high." He was NOT expecting that from someone who looks like a military officer. He was tickled with that careless humor. And he ended up giving me a cashier's check for free, and upgrading my banking service, and a coupon for an unrelated free service. He helped me out more than he had to just because he enjoyed the acknowledgement of very real palpable, tangible, American Thinking freedom and very real liberty.

I hope for you that your state can become so advanced as ours. So full of gracious people living in liberty. Whether or not you'd like it to. All is well. Your studies are bogus. Live free, and be of good cheer.

Charles Manson died

He has gone to the great hun...

Never mind that. 

There is nothing I can say. 

That won't f up my own karma. So I'll say something else instead. 

He has troubled me my entire life and I never had anything to do with him. 

Confession: One day I went into my older brother's bedroom and scanned the books in his headboard bookcase, as you do. There were the customary science fictions, the ones that won the Hugo Awards and Nebula Awards, Herbert, Asimove, Huxley, Orwell, and such, and I thought, goodness my older brother sure is well read. Then I saw Helter Skelter and my blood froze right there. 

I honestly couldn't believe that Barry would bring such a book into our house. 

Now how puritanical is that? 

I objected to my brother bringing evil into our home. Its vibes freaked me out. I left.

Then came back. 

Left again. Came back again. Left again and came back again. I was more troubled than I first imagined. I had to get rid of the book. So I stole his book and threw it away and I never told anyone except you. Unless I already told you this, that could happen. I never told him

I don't like his stinking book. 

And not just in the kitchen trash bin, out of the house to the outside garbage bin. Under the cover of darkness. And he never did ask, "Hey, where's my book?"

Then later I read Dianne Lake's book, Member of the Family. Why I did that I don't know. And the nightmares started up all over again. 

For you see, I am an honest to God puss about bloody evil and sin and my tender protected soul just cannot take it. All the dudes at work were blabbing about The Exorcist so  I went to a matinée showing and I walked out of the theater at the part where the doctors stick a frighteningly thick needle into the troubled girl's neck then stick another needle inside the first needle deeper into her neck and blood squirts out of her neck. I got right up and left. Into the light and the comforting warmth of the sun. I couldn't take it. 


Then at work I told all the dudes they're out of the g.d minds. 

Here. I made a Charles Manson is so evil that even in death there's no place for him.

One time I went to an outdoor summer party. The host and hostess set up a tent canopy in their back yard. There were a lot of people attending. The couple had just bought a new house. Everyone filled a plate of BBQ, potato salad, grilled bratwurst, watermelon and the like. Then, under the canopy the people divided naturally into two separate his and her groups. They were sitting nearest the people they felt the most comfortable instead of mixing and mingling. 

At that time, I had this way of blurting out the first thought that arose to my mind, unedited, when there developed an unnatural silence, to break it. So when that silence developed under the canopy that summer day, I was seated between the two groups and I said, "This is a bit weird, but it's been dominating my thoughts lately." 

"If you believe in God, and if you believe that God cares for all his children, no matter what, do you think that when Hitler is faced with his maker does God say, "You go straight to hell. You are lost." Or does God think, "you know, I can work with that."

Now, that sounds stupid when I write it, but back then it turned out to be a great question. The whole tent exploded with opinion. The group was not split into two tribes anymore. They all basically agreed that God can work with Hitler to save him. It gave them a chance to express their own theological thoughts. I don't recall anyone thinking otherwise and that really did surprise me. Talk about breaking the uncomfortable silence, that really worked. 

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Lois Lerner terrified her testimony about targeting conservatives could be made public

But she did nothing wrong, so what's the problem? Wouldn't it be much better to make her testimony public so we'll all understand how innocent she is?

Use comments to explain this to me. I'm so simple minded.

This legal stuff sure is confusing sometimes.

Herself and her deputy at IRS filed document saying transcripts and recordings of depositions they gave in court cases earlier this year must stay sealed forever, or else they can cause retaliation by an enraged public.

How so?

Come on. We're reasonable. She already told us she did noting wrong. We're eager to learn how IRS manipulated her so badly. Poor thing. We're on her side. We want to straighten things out.

Tea Party groups are suing and settlements are being paid. Lerner had to testify in those cases and now she wants what transpired in those cases closed to public view forever.



“The voluminous record of harassment and physical threats to Mss. Lerner and Paz and their families during the pendency of this litigation provides a compelling reason to seal the materials,” the women’s attorneys said. 
They particularly blamed Mark Meckler, a tea party leader whose organization helped fund the class-action lawsuit, saying he helped stoke the threats against them by calling IRS agents “criminal thugs.”
But, but, but, now is the chance to clear the air. What could possibly be so damaging to exceed the abuse Poor Mrs. Lerner already suffered, all those death threats, from all those irrational, illogical, cannot-even-be-spoken-to enraged people out for blood and ready to hang her and her husband and her children and her grandchildren and her brothers and sisters, and her nephews and nieces and cousins and grandparents and, and, and everybody who had anything to do with what happened, accidentally, way back then? Huh?

No. Let's have it. Let's see what transpired. So that we are properly informed and so that we can take proper corrective action. What is this anyway, North Korea?

Help a brother out. Tell me where I'm wrong.

More words at Jammie Wearing Fool.

(For the longest time I read that as Jamie wearing fool and couldn't make sense of it until finally I got it. Oh. Pajamas!)

DoughLab STEM Kit: Bake and Learn

Insty ran another of his Amazon links under the name Helen Smith, as they do, and I checked it out because it was titled gifts for STEM students. When you go to the Amazon page you're asked first which age group you're interested in looking to buy a gift for.

I saw this ad for a yeast experiment for kids. It comes with baking materials in a form intended for children and with instructions for various experiments. 

And the whole time I read through it I was not thinking, "Why didn't I think of that?" Instead I was thinking, "I already thought of that and I can put together a kit for 1/10 the cost. And I bet I can do better than this." 

On Amazon it has 16 reviews presently and they're all 5 stars and reading through them, now I'm not so sure that I could do as well. The reviews rave about this project kit. They bought the kit for children much younger and much older than the intended range and all of them properly freaked out. They report the children loved the kits, that the instructions have them making comparisons between types of yeast and conditions and they cause the children to ask rather penetrating questions beyond the questions raised by the provided instructions and suggested experiments. The whole thing goes farther than just making visual the effect of yeast activity.

Fifteen years ago I was talking to my sister, the one that bugs me so sorely, and she was asking me about yeast and about sourdough specifically in terms you expect of a child. She seemed genuinely amazed at the things that I was telling her. She just couldn't see it. I told her that you can actually see what the yeast is doing that you can actually measure it if you cared to. Then she asked me how. I told her I'd show her. She lived in Portland at the time so this would have to be by photography. I'd need a balloon to place over a jar then film the balloon being filled with CO2.  I could stack the photographs and animate the stack to show the yeast activity.

Clever, eh?

So I did. 

While that was going on, Dr. Fred stopped by for a visit. The experiment was in full activity. We sat on opposite sides of my dinner/work table with the jar of active sourdough yeast between us. It was at full 100% activity.

Did I mention that I had no balloons around my apartment? 

I couldn't find any. 

So I used a condom instead. Instead of going out and buying a ballon I used what I could find conveniently.

As the condom filled with CO2 gas the limp thing fills rather quickly. It literally pulsates as it inflates giving the appearance of a living human organ, but still limp the whole way up until the final pulse boing erect straight up and Fred would crack up laughing because it looks real. I'd deflate the condom and it would start filling again boing again and Fred would crack up laughing again just as hard as the first time. We were actually having a serious conversation but punctuated with boing, boing, boing, and Fred dying with laughter every single time. This went on for well over an hour and it never stopped being hilarious to him. That's why he kept dropping by, because he never did know what he would expect. There was no way to predict what he might encounter that's so simultaneously stupid and hilarious and vaguely intellectual somewhat instructive at the same time. 

He wanted to take the jar of yeast home with its condom top.

I said, "Fred, this is temporary. You're going to have to feed the yeast continuously and regularly to keep it going this way." And he was not into anything that takes that much dedication just for a laugh.

I just recently saw that animation somewhere and now I cannot find it. But I know it's still around somewhere. I checked all my sites and my computers, I just cannot find it. So I drew one. Just for you. It looks like this:

See what I mean? Given that I used this to demonstrate to my sister, and given Dr. Fred fell in love with this jar of yeast and condom, I'm convinced that I can make a kit from scratch that does the same thing. 

The kit costs $25.00 and it comes with two stupid little cheap plastic bowls and stir sticks, a small package of flour and packages of yeast. Sugar and salt. A couple of tins for baking. And instructions. And ideas for experiments. That's all. Pfffft. 

I could do this for $1.00. 

I bet. 

I could write the instructions and write the experiments. Provide even more and better materials. Package it up in a box as a gift. 

And then I realize, you know, I'm really not up to all that right now. And these guys already did it. So I bought a kit and had it sent to the boys. Man, are they ever going to have a blast.

And it's awfully clever of them to think of using plastic gloves instead of  condoms. I have to give them credit for that. But I know by experience that condoms would be a LOT more funny. Especially to a medical doctor. 

"Once your gloves wave, Hello." How precious.

So much more kid-worthy than "once your condoms become full and erect." See, it takes a special precious mind to even think of something so pure and innocent.

Why didn't I think of using a latex glove? Oh well.

Dough Lab STEM Kit: Bake and Learn.

DoughLab STEM Kit: Bake and Learn

Emetic of liberal elites

The first word tells you that professor Jacobson wrote the post at Legal Insurrection.

I made a card for the word emetic. It means a substance that induces vomiting. Jacobson means liberals are ridding themselves of a poison. Jacobson wonders, after holding it in for so long, why now? He thinks it might be because of an honest build-up of resentment among liberal women who have been victims of predatory liberal men. They were expected to keep quiet for the liberal cause and not call into question the icons of Democratic Party history, the Kennedy's, Clintons, key funders in Hollywood.

Then, Trump's victory over Clinton freed liberal women in a way that was not possible before. There was no way to escape the Clinton grip until Trump won.

Jacobson continues, that doesn't explain why media is so eager to air all this so something else must be going on. Media has an interest in the success of the Democrat Party and it knows that Trump cannot be defeated until there is a change of the Democrat guard so the traces of the Clintons must be purged and there is no better way to clear the decks than to face past abuses of Bill Clinton that were covered up by Hillary. So media is behaving as "truth and reconciliation commission." The Clintons are entrenched even in defeat. Purging them is necessary for the more progressive Democrats to take over.

Having the abuses among them prevents the resistance from effectiveness in pursuing its chief goal of attacking Trump.

That seems perceptive to me. Jacobson says it better than I recapped him here. Still, his astute commenters do not agree. They are more cynical than he is.

They think all this will come to nothing because the women complaining are swamped by the number of female supporters. The abusers still give the non-complainers what they want. Another thinks the whole thing will be viewed as a victory for the women's movement because they only see patriarchal men, not necessarily Democrats. They think Democrats started the witch hunt with the thought that it will take down their enemies but are now horrified that it's taking down their friends.

Just read all they say. I cannot recap it all. What do you say?

I don't say anything. Instead I'm thinking in pictures. One time I made an animation of Henry VIII wives. Their portraits pass by a buzz saw on an arm. Some pass by the saw unaffected while others get their heads sawn off. My animation is gone. It was saved on a site that kept raising their cost and I didn't re-upload it to Blogger. Now I have to do it all over again. Luckily, I just now saw a site that has all the portraits lined up. I don't even have to dig up the portraits.
How convenient. 

I keep seeing pictures of present day sexual abusers in Washington and in Hollywood every day and I keep visualizing their heads being sawn off but I cannot bring myself to photoshop them because every day there's a new name.

Must I wait until it stops? Will it ever stop?

Buzzfeed had the latest on John Conyers. He settled a complaint from a woman who claimed she was fired for not accepting his advances. Buzzfeed has four other signed and notarized affidavits from former staff members alleging Conyers repeatedly made sexual advances and made requests for sexual favors, and otherwise being gross by caressing their hands sexually and rubbing their legs and back in public. And Conyers is all, "I can't believe what I'm reading."

I don't care about any of these people. I'm happy their troubles caught up to them. While all this is overlapping with dishonest attacks aimed at Republicans for political purposes. I think that is backfiring too. So much cynicism pervades that cynical attacks are out-cynicized in reaction.