Unless, of course, you are in Turkey.
Maybe our Mexicans are smarter than their Syrians?
or sick comedy. I don’t know which.
One if my many maladies is I have arthritis. It seems to rear it’s ugly head in colder, more humid weather.
Fortunately, I live in a (mostly) dry desert. 😛
I went to the grocery yesterday, and reviewed the over-the-counter preparations. (A through G?)
Most were made of menthol, along with some kind of delivery system – cream, aerosol, etc. I already have some Icy (something) at home. For me, it doesn’t work as advertised, it just burns. 😦
Then I saw this cream made with emu oil. Another preparation which had been recommended to me. Preparation E?
I happily spent the $12 and took the 4 ounce jar home.
Remember TRIOPENIN? From SNL? The pill bottle of pain medication impossible for the elderly person to open, eventually ending in a hammer breaking the bottle?
I thought it was real!
This simple jar with a simple screw-top lid. Instructions state do not use if the safety seal is broken. If I could unscrew the lid, I could verify the seal was intact, or not!
Banging the jar lid on the counter. Pounding the lid with the jar upside down. Submerging the top of the jar in hot water to make it expand. Vice grips and a large ‘C’ clamp.
I began wondering if some teenager superglued the lid shut, as a painful prank?
EVENTUALLY, some combination of the efforts above prevailed, coupled with prying between the jar and the lid with the sharp edge of a Buck-type knife.
THEN, of course, I had to remove the safety seal. No, it had not been molested.
And, I finally got to the emu-oil preparation. Initial trials are moderately successful. We will see about the longer term.
I’m now wondering if ALL the jars are similarly sealed?
FTC – I purchased the cream, then had to painfully wrestle with it, just to get it open. That should be enough for you.
(forgetting, for a moment, one cost me a job-unfairly, I think, back-in-the-day!)
The polygraph is an instrument which measures things like heart rate, perspiration, breathing and sometimes other body activity over which the person measured has little or no control. A skilled operator (who should also be a skilled interrogator) uses these measurements to determine if a subject is telling the truth to certain, carefully worded questions. It is not a lie detector, but a truth verifier.
Prior to 1988, many private companies utilized a pre-employment polygraph test, to determine if a subject was generally honest before hiring. Some also used polygraphs post-employment, at random intervals, to see if anything had changed. In 1988, Congress passed legislation limiting the use of pre-employment tests, with the exclusion of persons in certain sensitive positions, security, police and a few other jobs. Some States followed suit.
Many private companies were put out of business.
Having worked for a private investigations/polygraph firm for a number of years, it was an interesting experience.
First, some of the polygraphers (many of whom were retired law enforcement) thought themselves superior to the lowly civilian private investigators.
Second, I observed on numerous occasions, polygraphers watching job applicants arriving for a test, and making disparaging remarks, even before the interview or test began!
“This guy has liar written all over him!”
Hardly a lack of bias going in.
There was also a polygraph school adjacent to and affiliated with the investigations/polygraph company. When I was first employed as an investigator, I was considering signing up for the school, thinking it might be an important addition to my investigative skills. After observing and hearing the polygraphers, my interest waned.
This is not an indictment of all polygraphers, but just an observation based on some of those with whom I had negative encounters.
I suspect some of the laws have changed post 911, what with more agencies tasked with protection of the Republic from terrorists and spies.
I hope the current crop of polygraph examiners are more professional than some I encountered back-in-the-day.
We need all the help we can get.
(not to be confused with The Mouse On The Moon, or other Duchy of Grand Fenwick tales!)
“Welcome to the drain, gentlemen!” 😛
My roommate and I share both household upkeep and maintenance. To the best of our abilities. Between disabilities, health conditions, arthritis, age, pain and shared whining, sometimes things are not as pristine as either of us would like.
(The fact we both have an over-sufficient amount of ‘stuff’ doesn’t help, either!)
Of course, this had little to do with today’s story…
Being the male in the house, many (not all) of the yuckier tasks fall to me. And sometimes, it’s just the “luck of the draw”.
Today was one of those days.
The past couple of days while visiting the shower, I noticed what we always called when I was married (back in the 80’s) the mouse on the drain. That is, a disc of hair jetsam on top of the drain grate, starting to inhibit shower drainage.
Back in the 80’s, it was roughly the size of a half dollar, and easily disposed of.
And, of course, not wearing my corrective lenses in the shower, it could have been something else – as in this case it was, a small round grey plastic comb. (My roomie and I share a Jack-and-Jill bathroom.)
And she does many hair-related things in there, with a multitude of chemicals and preparations. I have shampoo and conditioner.
Fast forward to this morning. Having picked up the plastic comb, I thought I’d be free of the ‘mouse on the drain’.
Not so fast, there, bucko!
The real mouse on the drain – or, in this case the rat or nutria(!), had wrapped itself into the workings of the grate, and was hanging (yuch!) down into the drain proper!! And the shower floor was beginning to fill with water!
Fortunately, my hair is in need of cutting and is maybe a third of an inch long. So, I’m thinking I’m not the main culprit. (ignoring body hair additions here for discretion).
I was able to complete my shower and listened to the slow-but-inevitable noisy drainage, fortunately before it crested into the bathroom proper. Then, I picked up a proper tool to remove the drain cover (a long hemostat that is left in the bath for this very purpose – what earlier functions it may have had I can only imagine! 🙂 )
And took it upon myself to remove the long, tangled, fist-sized wet hair clumps from the grate and dispose of them.
After having done that, I policed the opening of the drain pipe for any additional hair/soap remnant escapees.
And replaced the grate.
I washed my hands and exited the bath.
I’m hoping next time I will notice the impending crest a day or so sooner. And be able leave the mouse on the drain for someone else…
Thanks to your generosity! The electronic controller for our lift chair is here, is installed and actually WORKS!
The chair now not only lifts the operator, but can recline fully to horizontal.
This means Judy will have a place to sleep and recover following her shoulder surgery.
She will also be getting an ‘ice jacket’ which is to help with the pain.
We cannot say thank you enough!
Yep. Costs too much, difficult terrain, yatta yatta…
Mr. B, however, shows us otherwise:
Unless, of course, you are in Turkey.
Maybe our Mexicans are smarter than their Syrians?
Turkey sealing Syrian border with giant wall
The problem isn’t the wall. It’s the will to build it.
Educated people need to balance the need to protect the Republic from drug smuggling, human trafficking, arms smuggling and terrorism with the need to protect our sovereignty and freedom here.
In short, a passive method (such as a wall) beats running willy-nilly all over the Southwest, looking for yet another border breach, and searching people and vehicles without warrants. And airplane and drone surveillance. (Yeah, it’s that pesky Fourth Amendment, again!)
Of course, philosophically, they need to look at WHY it’s so difficult to construct said wall, WHY the administration frowns on border enforcement, and maintaining a national cultural unity. Assimilation? WHY is that frowned upon?
And WHY aren’t we concerned with the Canadian border? I’d bet folks come in that direction, as well!
Qui Bono!? (Who benefits?) Who benefits from NOT enforcing border security, cultural cohesiveness and promoting assimilation? And from allowing the smuggling to continue unabated, while playing at enforcement?
(Hint – It’s not just the illegal aliens…)
(from Brock Townsend)
Via Ol’ Remus
A sensational discovery in Denisova Cave is at least 50,000-years-old BUT it wasn’t made by Homo sapiens. The 7-centimeter (2 3/4 inch) needle was made and used by our long extinct Denisovan ancestors, a recently-discovered hominin species or subspecies.
Scientists found the sewing implement – complete with a hole for thread – during the annual summer archeological dig at an Altai Mountains cave widely believed to hold the secrets of man’s origins. It appears to be still useable after 50,000 years.
Professor Mikhail Shunkov, head of the Institute of Archaeology and Ethnography in Novosibirsk, said: ‘It is the most unique find of this season, which can even be called sensational.More @ Ancient Origins
Here I am, in year FOUR of renting a room, having lost my home due to income reduction, as a result of illness resulting in my going on disability.
I know, everyone has their difficulties. 🙂
I still have boxes of STUFF that need unpacking, because I have even less real estate than my 740 sq.ft. home.
And it occurred to me that as I obviously didn’t have the NEED for this stuff during the past four years, perhaps a good idea would be to SELL IT!
CREATE MORE SPACE AND MAKE A FEW DUCATS. What’s wrong with that?
What’s wrong (or more correctly, difficult) is which method of sale?
There are so many from which to choose – OfferUp, Etsy, EBay, Backpage, the blogosphere, ad infinitum ad nauseum!
Some local (requiring meeting in person or delivery), some national (requiring shipping, etc.) And some of the STUFF may have legal restrictions placed upon it by EBay, fire and police, etc. (reloading materials, ‘firearms-related’ stuff…)
NONE ARE FIREARMS! (Jus’ sayin’)
So, what do you guys recommend? Some local, some shipped, depending on the particulars?
I’ve been told I cannot use my WordPress blog to sell stuff as it’s against their policy? And EBay is weird about what they will allow that is firearms-related: holsters yes, primers no.
I’ve some left-handed holsters, reloading components and parts (brass polisher, primer tubes – Dillon etc. – no press), gun cases, pistol stocks, (maybe) some ammo. Once I inventory the specifics, I’ll send a comprehensive list to a couple local folks who previously expressed interest (because fair is fair), then post the remaining stuff wherever.
And put a link or links here, if permitted.
Thank you in advance.
So, I’ve been using VIVALDI as a browser for a while now. Since March 26th. Hasn’t been too buggy. It does seem to be running slower, however.
Some time back, during another browser kerfuffle, a reader/commenter recommended PALE MOON, a browser similar to Firefox, but different!
So, I thought, WHAT THE HELL! I’ve been using it about a month, now…
Initially, it seems more quick, and less buggy than Vivaldi, Firefox, IE11, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
Importing stuff like bookmarks is straightforward, and it had some pretty cool color/design variations, as well.
Here we go!
(So far, so good! A couple of functions inside WordPress do not function correctly, but nothing needed to publish daily blog posts. Otherwise, fairly straightforward and non-buggy.)
Of course, now that I’ve said this…(knocks-on-wood)
Mr. B (In the Middle of the Right)
posted the following…
That the Gun Massacres were few and far between until the Gun Control folks began their push?
And there are so many things that make the Conspiracy folks go crazy in every story. Sometimes I wonder if they are right.
Ferinstance, this guy’s story has a lot of holes in it (starting about 2:40) (“The bullet was as big as my finger and it was sticking out of his leg (shows 6 inches)”)…. Makes one wonder. (Plus admitting that you might have trapped others to die?)
It would seem that the incident of gun massacres are increasing. I am beginning to wonder if they are all real whackjobs (as opposed to staged things) especially when I see “witnesses” like the above…It is odd that we had so few until a few years ago….Almost as if the farther behind the gun grabbers get, the harder they try the murderous gun whackos grow bolder….
“You never want a serious crisis to go to waste. And what I mean by that is an opportunity to do things that you think you could not do before.” – Rahm Emanuel (now Chicago Mayor)
Even ONE of these heroes making this choice is unacceptable! (Day #21 of 22)
The Brilliant-and-Lovely TAMARA spake thus:
Just because H. habilis was several branches back on the family bush doesn’t mean we’re supposed to stop being handy.
I get not carrying a pistol. It’s not for everybody and, if done with any level of seriousness, demands certain commitments and obligations that not everyone wants to undertake, and that’s cool. It’s still (mostly) a free country.
But how do you go through life without a flashlight and some kind of knife? Our most primitive ancestors carried sharp rocks around with them. Hell, carrying a sharpened rock around in case of future need is basically how we tell where the apes stop and the people start in our fossil family album. If they could have carried a light around without it burning their fingers or going out all the time, you bet they would have.