Sentential Links #200

Woo-hoo! Two hundred Sentential Links posts! Yay! Huzzah!! And something like that.

:: Sometimes I look up from what I am doing and I see Hope across the room staring at me, and there is a look of such coiled contempt in her eyes that I want to run fleeing into the night. (How well I remember that look from cats! Our current crop of feline friends don’t give us that look, though; they basically stare at us with a few different expressions, most of which can be loosely grouped under “Is the dish full?” or “Pet me.” They’re actually pretty needy, as cats go. Weird.)

:: The Catholic Church has lost any claim to moral authority, if they ever had it (I don’t think so, but I’m one of those atheist God-haters).

:: Call me naive, but I hold my church, that which purports to be the DIRECTLY DESCENDED REPRESENTATION OF JESUS CHRIST ON EARTH should be a tiny bit more concerned and compassionate when it comes to their priests RAPING CHILDREN. (I just don’t get this whole thing. It’s mindboggling. The cover-up for decades of pedophilia in the Church, and now the defiant circling-of-the-wagons, is nauseating. But then, I’ve read enough church history to know that this is merely the latest horrible conduct to be committed and sanctioned by God’s church.)

:: There are certain lies that will always work in politics, no matter how often they’re used, no matter how often they’re debunked, and frequently, even if both the speaker and the listener know they’re lies. Because they’re seductive. They’re things we want to believe are true, and so we let ourselves go along with them because the truth is nasty and unpleasant and the lie is warm and comfortable. There has always been an audience for these lies, and there always will be.

:: Do cordless chainsaws strike anyone else as a bad idea? (I’ve never used a regular chainsaw, so I don’t know. But I will admit that chainsaws are a bit freaky.)

:: I knew what I had to do.

I went inside and got my mom’s butcher knife. (Wow…this is one of the more demented blog posts I’ve read lately!)

:: Welcome to the first full post of the Firefly re-watch, where we get into the real red-colored molded-protein. (I need to rewatch Firefly myself. I don’t agree with the writer in that I think “Serenity” actually makes an outstanding pilot, one of the best to a series ever. In the comments he says that it’s hard to second-guess network execs who make millions of dollars to pick shows, but really, all they’re doing is picking shows based on market research and how much money they have to spend, and they rarely have any idea what’s going to survive and what’s not.)

More next week!

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Thank God he’s not MY former Governor!

On The Celebrity Apprentice: Geez, is Rod Blagojovich sleazy or what? Every time he’s on screen, I feel like I’m watching Michael Scott’s evil twin. Ye Gods. Illinois, how did you elect this guy?

(I know, I know, like New York State government is some kind of beautiful exemplar of governance….)

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Sunday Stealing

From Sunday Stealing comes a quiz! (Sunday Stealing is all about quizzes, actually. That’s what makes it fun.)

1. How far away is the last person you kissed?

Right now, about 15 or 20 miles. I’ve never actually measured how far it is from home to where The Wife works.

2. Has someone ever told you they would be with you forever?

Sure. We’re doing pretty well.

3. Last person you were in a car with?

The Wife and The Daughter, earlier this morning.

4. Any plans for tomorrow?

I have to work and finish reading a book for a review.

5. How long does it take for you to take a shower?

If I’m washing my hair, I can be in there about 25 minutes. I like long showers. I know, not very ecological. Sorry for that.

6. Best friend or close friends?

Close friends, I think. I’ve gone the best friend route and it doesn’t always work out so well.

7. Is tomorrow going to be a good day?

Maybe! Mondays can be a real grab bag of suck, or they can be not-so-bad. We’ll see what happens.

8. Did you kiss anyone friday?

I kiss The Wife every day.

9. Ever thrown up in public?

Sigh…yes. Not in a really long time, though. In fact, nearly thirty years! I was with my parents on a road trip around Western NY the first year we lived here. My sister wasn’t along, for some reason that I don’t recall. We drove to Batavia and shopped at the mall there (that alone tells you how long ago this was: there were stores in the Batavia Mall), and then we drove to Williamsville where we went to the Eastern Hills Mall for the first time. I have no clue what I ate that caused this, or what bug I got, but with virtually no warning I threw up in the middle of the Walden Books there. I could have died. (In the figurative, “Oh God get me away from all these people” sense, not the literal sense.)

10. What’s on your mind RIGHT NOW?

The last time I threw up in public. Thanks, quiz.

11. Who was the last person you talked to?

The Daughter.

12. What is the WORST subject they teach at school?

Typing/keyboarding. Who cares what the “proper” way to type is?

13. Have you seen anyone lately that you don’t get along with?

Sure. I just go about my business and he goes about his.

14. What is your favourite colour top to wear?

Ummmm…red? Blue? Purple? Tie-dye? I like all colors, actually. Yesterday I was in a charcoal-gray hoodie. (I dislike the word “hoodie”, by the way.)

15. Have you ever been in a car accident?

No.

16. What’s the closest thing to you that’s green?

A ceramic wall-pocket that The Daughter made for me in art class. Or a book cover. Or a pen. Or some note cards. There’s a lot of green stuff right around me; not sure what’s closest.

17. Where would you like to be right now?

Pittsburgh. We’re going there next weekend, and I’m excited.

18. Write down some lyrics to the song you’re listening to?

It’s actually silent right now…and I’d probably be listening to orchestral music anyway, so the lyrics would be something like “Hummmmm…doo da doo da doo dummmmm…ya da dummmm….”

19. How many dogs do you have?

Zero. Quarters are too cramped at Casa Jaquandor for one of those four-legged drool factories. Maybe when we finally get a house of some sort.

20. Is anything bugging you right now?

Well, I continue to be bugged by my display of Mechanic FAIL yesterday. And it bugs me that my current favorite pair of overalls has a hole in the butt. I considered wearing them out yesterday with a pair of shorts underneath, but that still seemed weird.

21. Is life going right for you now?

Sure, I guess. No major disasters right now; just some ongoing annoyances and conundra.

22. Is there someone you care about more than yourself?

No! It’s all about ME ME ME ME MEEEEE! (The Family, actually. Duh!)

23. What made you laugh today?

The Wife and The Daughter, both.

24. What was the last movie you watched?

We watched half of Tomorrow Never Dies last night. Good action movie, not so good a James Bond movie.

25. Whats the last conversation you had about?

I instructed The Daughter to get the laundry out of the dryer; she said OK.

26. What were you doing at 7:00 this morning?

Sleeping.

27. Do you like your hair long or short?

Well, look at the pictures! What do you think?

28. Do you want to see somebody right now?

I always want to see George Lucas.

29. Do you like the rain?

I’m not against it. I don’t mind big fat rain that falls down straight; wind-driven sideways rain is not my cup of tea.

30. Did you have a valentine this year?

I’m married, so I’m good to go in that department. Yay!

31. The last person you kissed needs you at 3 am, would you go?

Absolutely…and since she’s sleeping right next to me, “going” would involve moving about eight inches.

32. Would you honestly say you’d risk your life for someone else?

It depends on who the person was.

33. Honestly, if you could go back 1 month and change something would you?

My last month has been pretty much blunder-free, so I’m good. Maybe I’d get myself to the Y more often.

34. How do you feel about boys smoking?

Smoking sucks and should go away.

35. Could you see yourself with someone forever?

Forever’s a long time, isn’t it? How about one lifetime?

That’s it!

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Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Oddities and Awesome abound!

:: Two creative people get together and create themselves a comic. One of them writes, the other does the art. But when the one doing the “writing” is five years old, what you get is a comic about…believe it or not…a cop armed with an axe whose catchphrase is “I’ll chop your head off!”

So behold: Axe Cop!

The world needs more comics scripted by kindergarteners.

:: I saw this a few weeks ago and didn’t think it was all that funny. The problem was that I watched it with the sound off.

:: Ever wonder what the difference actually is between geeks, dweebs, dorks, and nerds? Well, wonder no more!

More next week! Stay awesome, Interweb!!

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Frustration….

So The Wife’s car needed an oil change, so I decided to do it myself. She’s driving a 2000 Dodge Caravan now, so we went to Autozone and picked up the oil we need, a new oil filter, and a new air filter as well, since we haven’t changed that since getting the van a year and a half ago. I changed clothes (from nice vintage overalls to rattier, “work” overalls, if you must know), and went down to do the work.

Ninety minutes later, The Wife left for Valvoline to have them do the work.

First, it took me a bizarrely long time to figure out the best way to get the van jacked up. I wonder if Dodge doesn’t want people mucking around underneath the vehicles, because it was a chore getting the thing up in the air. The jack itself was no problem, but finding appropriate spots to put the jack stands? That was hard. But I figured it out.

Then I had to look for the oil filter. The first thing I noticed when I lifted the hood is how compact everything is under there; Dodge didn’t leave a whole lot of wiggle room for things like hands, tools, and whatnot. And I saw no oil filter, which meant that I was clearly going to have to access it from underneath. Swell. And sure enough, when I looked for it, there it was. OK. Fine. Filter location, check; oil pan, check; drain plug…ah, there it is. Facing the rear of the vehicle, of course. That’s logical. Why would I want to be able to see the part I’m loosening? And why wouldn’t I want to lie down there trying to visualize which way is “tightening” and which way is “loosening”, because my angle is reverse? Ugh.

Anyway, out came the adjustable wrench, which I secured onto the drain plug. And then…nothing. The wrench slipped, but no budging of the plug. Try again, and nothing. Again, and nothing. More slipping of the wrench, then nothing, then nothing again, then slipping of the wrench. At this point I realize that if I keep this up, I’m going to round off the head of the plug, and put away the wrench. Out come the regular wrenches.

Hmmmm…it’s not a 1/2″ nut. Neither is it a 9/16″ nut. I don’t have a 17/32″ wrench, so now I grabbed my sockets. Turns out I don’t own a 17/32″ socket either, which is fine, because it’s at this point that I’m starting to wonder if those clever demons at Dodge used metric nuts and such. Sure enough, it’s a 12-mm hex head on the drain plug. I’ve got metric sockets, so I’m back in business!

Except…not so much. The thing is on so tight that my ratchet won’t budge it. At all. No matter what angle I tried. Pushing, pulling, swearing at it, uttering curses in Elvish, Entish, and all the tongues of Men. Nada. Now, I only have a small ratchet (a bigger one’s been on my “Buy one someday” list for a while, but I tend to wait to strike items from that list until I find a real need for it — so on Monday, Hello, Bigger Ratchet!), so I tried thinking of ways to get more torque off the thing. At work I’d grab a spare piece of pipe and stick it over the thing, but I don’t carry pipe around in my car, so I used my large locking pliers. And yes, this generated sufficient torque on the ratchet to…strip the gears inside the ratchet head. (So on Monday, Hello, Bigger Ratchet and Adapter for all my sockets!)

At this point, I decided that I’d best give up on the oil change for now. I do have metric wrenches, but they’re smallish, and if the thing was torqued down that tightly, I didn’t want to risk stripping the thing. But anyway…ugh. I hate when I can’t do something I’m generically capable of doing. Makes me crazy.

So then we thought, “At least we can get the air filter changed.” Not exactly famous as last words go, but they should be.

It’s my view that the air filter should be the easiest thing on a car to change. It should be only slightly more difficult to change an air filter than to check one’s oil or refill the wiper fluid. And on every car I’ve ever owned, that’s been the case: either undo a couple of bolts or a couple of clips, lift the lid, pop the old filter out and the new one in, replace lid, refasten, lather, rinse, repeat. No fuss, no muss. A person whose only tool is a butter knife should be able to change an air filter.

This belief of mine, however, is not shared by the folks at Dodge, because their air filter is not even visible when you lift the hood. After poking around the visible parts of the engine for a while, and looking in the owner’s manual where the engine diagram doesn’t even indicate the existence of an air filter and whose section in the Maintenance chapter dealing with the air filter simply says “For optimum performance and gas mileage, regularly change the air filter”, we ended up Googling the bloody thing. Turns out that the air filter on this vehicle is down in the bowels of the engine, and to get at it you literally have to remove a big black plastic box-thing that has three hoses running into and out of it. But do you remove the hoses entirely? Just loosen the clamps so the thing swings up and out? And even though the site we Googled said to “remove the bolt fastening this box to the front of the vehicle”, there were no such bolts!

So we gave up on that, too. Double UGH!!!

Thus The Wife went off to Valvoline, and I went upstairs to change out of my now-dirty overalls which were dirty despite the fact that I accomplished zero completed tasks whilst wearing them. She got home an hour or so later, and told me that the boys at the Valvoline joint had a hard time with the drain plug too, which makes me feel better because they get to go down into a pit below the vehicle and stand up to work at it, as opposed to lying on the ground with my head under the car like I’d been. Luckily the plug isn’t stripped, so I should be able to make another go at this thing next time the oil needs changed. (The van needs changes a lot more often than my car, because not only is her car the main one we use for virtually any family outing, but her drive to work is three or four times what mine is.)

As for the air filter? Well, as I noted, this was the first time we changed it since we acquired the thing. So: have you ever had that horrible fantasy where you’re getting work done on your car and while you’re standing there the mechanic pulls something out and yells “Hey Frank, check this out!” and brings over his mechanic buddy to look at the thing he’s pulled out of your car and laugh at it while you try to hide from the guys who already know you’re there because you’ve been talking to them? Yeah, The Wife had that experience.

I have no idea when that air filter was changed last, but apparently it was completely black. And some of the material had been chewed away…but the unidentifiable critter that had literally been living inside it. There were the remnants of a nest and stuff. I’m assuming it was a mouse or rat, but hey, who knows. It could have been a chupacabra or the last remnants of Joan Rivers’s soul, for all I know.

The Wife also reported that the Valvoline guys didn’t do the kind of “hard sell” that they usually like to do, such as telling you your battery is “marginal” (which they told me seven years ago, and my battery is still starting my car today) or telling you that you really really really oughta run some kind of Dr. Halladay’s Secret Engine Elixir through your car to clean it out and purge it of impurities and restore life to tired ball-joints. The lesson here, I suppose, is this: if you have to go to a Quick Lube type of place, go late in the day, preferably within a half hour of closing, so that all the guys want to do is get you in and get you out.

Anyway. That’s the tale. Dodge Caravan 2, Handyman Blogger 0. The rematch has been scheduled, but will likely not sell out in time to life the local blackout.

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Memories that clog the arteries

(EDITED to add a couple of links to photos.)

We’re considering a brief overnight trip next week somewhere, since The Family Unit will all have the same weekend off. One destination we mentioned was Pittsburgh, so I spent some time Googling attractions down there. My family actually originally hails from Pittsburgh; my parents lived there their whole lives except a couple of years in the 1960s (around the time my sister was born), and I was born there. We’ve always had relatives there, although those have dwindled as time has gone on; I’m down to a single aunt living in Pittsburgh now and a couple of cousins. (Five cousins total, but I’m honestly not sure at all where any of them live.)

My sister also went to college in Pittsburgh, so for many years, Pittsburgh was pretty dominant in our lives in many ways. Once my sister graduated college and started attending grad school in Buffalo, our attentions shifted up here for good. When we moved from Portland, OR to Allegany, NY in 1981, we started a period where we would go to Pittsburgh for one reason or another at least a dozen times a year. After sometime around 1988 or 1989, our reasons for going dried up, and since then, I’ve been in Pittsburgh probably half a dozen times, total. The Wife and I did an overnighter of our own there back when she was still The Girlfriend; and when my in-laws lived for about eighteen months in West Virginia, Pittsburgh made a logical halfway-between meeting place for day trips. That’s it, though; we haven’t been there in nearly ten years.

So I was Googling attractions in Pittsburgh — the Carnegie museums, the Macy’s downtown store (formerly Kaufmann’s), that kind of thing — and I remembered a restaurant we used to eat in. Or get food from. Something like that.

It’s a place called Vincent’s Pizza Park, and as I recall, it’s…well, it’s a dive. The place is no-frills to the extreme, crowded, tiny, hot, and the place served some of the best pizza I ever had. It was pretty unique pizza, thick crusted and even more thickly cheesed; partisans of New York style pizza would probably recoil in horror at the sight of a slice of a Vincent’s pizza. It was also the greasiest pizza I’ve ever encountered, the kind of pizza that left behind pools of grease deep enough to drown small animals. Like chihuahuas.

The place was actually run by a guy named Vincent, whom I remember as a tiny Italian guy who sat on a stool making pizza. My memories are probably faulty, but I recall the guy looking ancient the last time we ate there, more than twenty years ago. The joint’s been open for decades, and my father used to tell a funny story from the early days of his marriage to my mother, when she was at home and he was at Vincent’s and he called home to tell her he was going to be a while because some poor slob had managed to get himself locked in Vincent’s bathroom and was screaming his head off because the bathrooms there are legendarily disgusting and Dad wanted to see how it all ended. Funny tales from before the days of routine health inspections, huh?

Anyway, Vincent’s Pizza Park still exists, and apparently it’s still dumpy. Some recent reviews I’ve read suggest that the quality has gone downhill somewhat since Vincent himself retired some years ago. And then I discovered that Vincent actually died earlier this month. Turns out he opened his restaurant in 1950 (when my father was 11 and my mother 9), and he ran it himself until 2005. Fifty-five years of making gooey, heart-stopping slabs of pizza. Not a bad way to spend a life, huh?

Wherever you are, Vincent, I hope the bathrooms are clean!

UPDATE: Well, you should all be able to see what a pizza from Vincent’s looks like, right? Here’s a whole pie in all its glory. Note all the butcher’s paper. One detail I recall, which seems to still be the case, is that Vincent’s doesn’t use pizza boxes. Instead, they put the pizza into a cardboard tray and then wrap the whole thing with butcher’s paper. Here’s a different one, a medium double pepperoni one. I love me some pepperoni, but damn, that’s a lot of it on there. And here’s a Vincent’s pizza with everything on it, after a couple of slices have been consumed. Note the grease. Yowza! How gross! And how I want one!

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Pie! No, cake! No, pie! No, cake! GAHHH!

I’ve been waffling over this post of Lynn’s for a few days now. Is pie really better than cake?

Well, geez. I think pie is a lot more versatile. Pie can be savory, and pie can be sweet. Pie can be creamy, and pie can be fruity. Are there savory cakes? Do crab cakes count? I don’t know.

Lynn notes that frosting isn’t her favorite part of the cake. It is mine, although I’ve come to appreciate the cake itself a lot more over the years. Dry, disappointing cake with wonderful frosting is a pretty meh experience; however, moist, delicious cake with meh frosting is still pretty good. Frosting has to be good, though. I’ve had a lot of icky frosting in my day. Give me a nice carrot cake loaded with enormous amounts of cream cheese frosting, I’m a happy guy.

I’m not generally of the view that cake and pie have certain “events” for which each is called for, except for the very obvious: Thanksgiving is a pie day, all the way. But I find the generic vanilla/chocolate/marble cakes that are usually trotted out at various celebratory events that apparently call for cake to be generally disappointing: not enough frosting, and the cake is inevitably cut into pieces of ridiculously small size. When I have cake, I want it to be rich cake, moist cake, with tons of wonderful, wonderful frosting. (Well, sometimes. Some cakes are so good that you don’t need frosting at all. But those are in a class by themselves.)

In terms of dessert, I’m probably in the mood for cake more often than I am for pie, but that doesn’t mean much. Plus there are wonderful things like pot pies; and when you factor pizza into the pie equation, well, that tilts the scales toward pie by quite a lot. In terms of dessert pies, I like cream pies as much as fruit pies, but fruit pies scream out for ice cream. (Sorry, Lynn, but even as I’ve come to love slices of apple with cheddar cheese, putting cheddar cheese on apple pie is just going a wee bit too far for me!) Of course, when it comes to throwing, I suppose it’s gotta be pie…never heard of cake throwing before, although I suppose it could be done.

Pie, cake — ach, who cares. I like ’em both!

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Stet!


P090909PS-0026, originally uploaded by The White House.

Check out this amazing photo. That’s President Obama, holding a draft of one of his speeches. Look at all the markings Obama has made on the text his speechwriter provided. Wow!

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Winning the toss

I see that the NFL has voted to change its overtime rules for playoff games. Why they decided to do this for the playoffs only is beyond me, but it’s a step in the right direction. Basically, if the team that receives the ball first scores a touchdown on its possession, they win. If they only score a field goal, then the other team gets a possession to attempt to tie or win the game. If the score is tied after those two possession (i.e., both teams get field goals) then we revert to sudden death.

This is almost indistinguishable from my old notion for repairing OT, which I first proposed in this space more than seven years ago: The first team to possess the lead after each team has completed one possession wins the game. That’s a simple way to say things. Team one scores a field goal, team two get a TD? Team two wins. Both teams get a field goal? Next score wins. Neither team scores on the first two possessions? Next score wins. And for some craziness: Team One fumbles the ball, and Team Two’s defense returns it for a touchdown? Guess what: Both teams have had possession, and Team Two has the lead. Game over, Team Two wins.

Of course, there’s that pesky annoying third way to score: the safety. As continues to be my belief, points should not be awarded for a safety. I hate points for a safety, because it seems to me that scoring should be based on one thing. After all, there’s only one way to score a run in baseball: a runner must cross home plate. In hockey, to score a goal, the puck must go into the net. In basketball, to score points, the ball must go through the basket. Period. And aside from the safety, in football, to score points you must possess the ball. Awarding points for a safety feels to me like changing baseball so that if the pitching team turns a triple play, they’re awarded a run. (My ideal safety would simply be this: the team recording the safety automatically takes possession at the 45-yard line of the team that gave up the safety. No two points, no free kick — just an automatic end of possession resulting in pretty bad field position.)

According to one article I read, under the new OT rules, a safety at any point in OT wins the game, which I suppose would be accurate. But winning in OT by two points by safety would just seem awfully lame.

So the NFL is moving toward my position. Yay! Now, is it draft day yet?

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