John Mackey Forced out as CEO of Whole Foods

Whole Foods has been sold to Amazon. This means, contemporary announcements to the contrary notwithstanding, that John Mackey’s days at the helm of his grocery chain are limited. Jeff Bezos (owner of Amazon) is too much of a libtard to tolerate Mackey for long.

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It’s Official:

I now officially have an old house.  I went up to check and see if there were a dead animal on the chimney because there’s an odor by the fireplace, and I saw a handful of shingles were blown off the roof.  So now that I’ve patched my roof with some new, almost-matching-color shingles, my house is officially old.  It’s not as old as I am, but hey we’re not talking about me.

P.S. it would have been good to know in advance that I should wear gloves carrying the old shingle to BigBoxStore to compare to the new shingles…turns out, fiberglass-reinforced shingles leave glass fibers in your skin just like fiberglass attic insulation.  Oh well.

I Don’t Play the Lottery

A while back, there was a nationwide Powerball lottery which had a very large fraction of a billion dollar jackpot. There was an office pool at my work. Some guys went in $20, some well over that. I declined to participate, because I work on logic.

Tonight, there was a full, super, blood, eclipsed moon. Some people were convinced it was a huge big-big sign of superimportant stuff from the heavens and went on rambling rants about how blah blah blah etc. I declined to participate, because I work on logic.

No don’t get me wrong, I went outside and looked.  Yup. There’s a moon alright. Picture this surrounded by trees and a streetlight, plus an annoying motion-sensing light on my garage:

Yay ooh ah, it’s the mooooon. This is pretty much exactly what it looked like in person, without going to a light pollution-free area and waiting for the mosquitos to give me West Nile virus. A few minutes before, I was in the restroom but overhead the moon was dark orange.  Still the moon. Sure it’s neat, as far as the moon goes. I wouldn’t have minded if someone called and told me to go outside right when the color shifting started, but I didn’t set an alarm for it.  I knew that I’d get better images of it tomorrow, when the people with multi-thousand dollar lenses on multi-thousand dollar cameras with multi-hundred dollar tripods posted their stills online. And it doesn’t tell me anything other than “God’s geometry is still going along like clockwork, look again in a few years to see this same thing, if you want”.

You know what does tell me something? This:

That right there, along with the three others on my front porch, tells me I have a BUNCH of bugs flying around my house at night. Also I need to caulk up the gaps in the siding on my front porch and maybe knock down some cobwebs.

The blood moon might be a sign, but we don’t have ANYONE alive today qualified to give interpretations of this sort of thing. Anything you hear to the contrary is 100% B.S. and you should ignore both the story and the person telling you what the sign is supposed to say.

As far as I know, there is no living person capable of reading of the stars, so this personalized horoscope sums it up very well.

Hey, I Know That Guy!

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I had a chance to spend a few hours with Greg Hamilton today.  He gives every impression of being a good guy.  The caption in the picture is almost verbatim what I told him.  He said he’s not sure he’s a democrat anymore, because of the Democrats they have these days.  I’m not sure I did anything to increase the rolls of the Republican party by pointing out the people running for President are actually not democrats, they’re Socialists.  But he’s been running (and winning) on the Democrat ticket in solidly-Republican Texas for a long time now, and he is disappointed in the candidates they have.

Like you probably are, too, if you are a Democrat voter.  Maybe now is a good time to remind everyone of the World’s Smallest Political Quiz (which you should take, if you haven’t recently).

We’re about to vote for Sheriff again.  Do us all a favor and vote for Sheriff Hamilton again.  He said he appreciates it.

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And I now know first-hand in an amusing house-is-not-really-burning way, that the fire sensor in his house works, and his home’s security alarm is very loud.

What the Hell, Austin?!

I don’t panic.  I can recall exactly one time I started to panic, then chilled myself out.  I was stuck, trapped in a confined space where nobody would have been able to rescue me.  After collecting my wits, I extracted myself.

Then today.  This morning, I was hacking up a lung, recovering from my recent sinus infection.  I thought.  I drove to Houston for the day, and didn’t think twice about breathing clearly all day.  Then I came back to the Hill Country.  Just past Washington County, maybe about Bastrop, and I had to fight off the onset of for-real panic.  My lungs were filling up with crap and I didn’t realize it until I had to calm myself.  I thought for a moment I was freaking out about driving through the gloaming, but I LOVE driving.  Dusk, dawn, day, night, rain, hail, fair weather, whatever.  I love it.  I wouldn’t panic about it!  It was my inability to respirate.

Ugh.

P.S., the drivers in Houston ALL speed.  Even the metro buses are going 15% over the speed limit.  But they are courteous.  Unlike the jerks on the road around here.

I’ll Be In Town All Week!

DW went into the laundry room and turned off the light.  The garage lights shine through.  She opened the door and switched off those as well.  And slammed the door.*  She came into the lighted living room, saw the lit-up dining room, and three bedrooms and a bathroom, all with their lights on.  And our house is adequately lit by the evening sun, which was streaming in through the windows.  She asked the family (all congregated in the living room), “Why are all these lights on?!”

This seemed like a good question which really should have a good response.  I racked my brains.  Earth Day was last week.  Last week for Earth Day, I frustrated her a little with my mode of celebration – which is of course, leaving lights on unnecessarily.  But that was last week.  I couldn’t say it was Earth Day again!

VFD: It’s Earth Day!
DW: I’ts not Earth Day.
VFD: It’s Earth Day every day!
The Zoo: LOL

*The door has a stiff weather seal around it, and you either have to slam or close gently and push with a shoulder.  Everybody slams the door, or else it stays half-open and you’re air conditioning the whole world!

Poor Little Thing

VFDDawg #2 is dying.

This is as expected, but the news has not been universally well received.

I have been telling the children for a couple of months now that the transition from 9lbs to 4lbs and lots of sudden gray hair likely meant the dog would not survive whatever was wrong with her.  Still, to have a Veterinarian say things like “chronic” and “liver” in the same phrase hit DW hard.  Not “come home before I shoot myself” hard, more like “I sound sad on the phone”.  Of course, the dying dog WOULD have to be her favorite of them all.  I, having been accused previously of being a stone-hearted bastard, took the news pretty well in stride.

Stone-heartedness notwithstanding, I don’t like unnecessary noises.  My computers have silent fans.  I oil door hinges that squeak.  Just now I had to do something unconventional to make VFDDawg #3 shut up.  He was whining and crying and putting him out to pee didn’t help.  All day he’s been lying down next to #2 and generally getting on her nerves, with her growling at him to leave her alone (which never works).  Their kennels are side-by-side and usually they sleep out of sight of each other.  The last couple of nights, #2 has been on an extra-soft pillow in a small animal carrier to keep her warmer than usual*.  This puts her farther from #3 than usual.  #3 was locked up because he shits the floor at night if not.  #1 was lying on the floor in front of the kennel trying to sleep, and #2 was in the little carrier off to one side.  #3 was whining constantly.  Just now I had a little game of musical chairs and put #2’s crate in front of #3’s door so he could see her.

He stopped his crying.  He was crying to be near his pack mate who probably smells like death to a dog (while smelling like dog to people).  He wanted to be near to her.  This is where I’d start up an argument with JT because he thinks animals have souls, but he “resigned” from work recently so I can’t push his buttons any more.  Oh well.

The extremely stone-hearted basterdly side of me just realized that, the smaller this dog gets, the easier it will be to knock together a coffin for her when it comes time for that.  Ha-ha-ha.

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*because it’s colder than witches’ tits outside, and they sleep near a big window

Medically-Fragile, As If It Makes A Difference!

The Todd & Don show today opened with two minutes (before I changed channels) talking about how great it was that the Clerk in Austin has signed off on the first “gay marriage” license in Texas.  They mocked those of us who understand things better than they do:

“So now two people got married, I guess your marriage is falling apart hahaha”

To which I will respond with reductio ad absurdum:

So now someone stole grapes from the grocery store, I guess you don’t have as much fruit at your house hahaha
So now a woman got raped, I guess your vagina hurts hahaha
Someone was murdered I guess now you are dead hahaha

Just because something doesn’t have an immediate direct negative effect in my life, does not mean it is good for us to allow it to go on.  To argue that your opponent is somehow oafish or foolish to think something should not be allowed to go on “just” because it is bad for society, is to highlight your status as an oaf, fool, or both.

I take this opportunity to remind you of my excellent essay on the topic of why “gay marriage” is bad, and why it is even so much as a topic of discussion (let alone an actual thing) in the modern USAmerican political discourse.

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They kept repeating on the radio how this one couple of lickers was granted a special case because one of them is “medically fragile” due to having cancer.  Well excuuuuuuse me I think I should be allowed to get away with robbing your house because I have cancer.  I should be allowed to walk up to you and slit your throat will screaming how my god is the best, because I have cancer.  What a bunch of jerks!

Why Can’t We Understand God?

Humor a deist, intelligent design advocate, Christian, creationist as he fumbles through an explanation of why physicists and other scientists should not be closed-minded.  Criticism is (as always) welcome.

  • We can’t quite get our heads around the nature of creation of the universe and time
  • We can’t quite get our heads around the bending of physics
  • Because we are limited.

Allow me to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Flat.  They are two-dimensional stick-figure line drawings on a plane sheet of paper.  They were drawn by a human.  They live their lives in two dimensions, X and Y.  They are wicked-smart physicist line drawing people, and have done quite a lot of thinking about the nature of the universe.  They have concluded:

  • There are two dimensions where we exist.
  • There is a third dimension that extends at an angle from the other two, and we call this “Z”.  We think that things could have shapes in three dimensions.  This is not very controversial.
  • Some radicals think there might be a fourth dimension, in which we travel while still part of the first three.  This is possibly crazy talk.

One day, you decide to poke your finger through their piece of paper.  They perceive a disturbance, and a place where there are XY coordinates in a rough circle that are the shape of something not-paper.  They see the different shapes your finger makes as it goes through the plane, and realize that here is a three-dimensional object.  They can’t see you because they are 2D and you are 3D.  But they can perceive you, and contemplate you.

If you were to put yourself in your line drawing and explain to them all about our for-sure known four dimensions, plus all the things that go on in 3D just all the time like nothing, they would have a hard time with it, but maybe believe you.  If you told them YOU had drawn them with your own hand, they would maybe believe you, but raise all sorts of objections about being able to affect their 2D world through use of an obviously-different set of physical rules.  Their minds boggle, but they are physicists and super good at theoretical maths.  They crunch the numbers and conclude that it looks like you must be a nutter, just another 2D line drawing with cockamamie ideas about the origins of their existence.

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  • You exist in three dimensions, XY and Z
  • You travel through time as a fourth dimension, T
  • There are probably some other dimensions, according to some wicked-hard maths that I can’t figure out but some scientists seem pretty convinced so . . .
  • Some people say there is a God who created the whole universe. This is possibly crazy talk.

It should be obvious that, to make something, you have to be outside of and/or apart from it in some way.  You can’t 3D-print your 3D printer while using it to 3D print itself, right?  That’s silliness!  But you can use your tools to make a 3D printer which will then be able to 3D print other cool stuff.  So can God.

“In the Beginning, God…”

We have an indeterminate period of possibly-infinite time where the world existed, but was basically a blank slate.  We have an external entity of capabilities beyond what can be found inside our universe.  This entity MUST be outside of our known universe, because

…created the heavens and the earth.

What? you say, this is impossible!  The universe is infinite according to the 4 dimensions we are really, really sure exist.  There is no way you could just CREATE the whole Universe.  This is possibly crazy talk!

All things were made by him…

No.  We have done the maths and we are really quite sure it looks like there was nothing, then Big Bang and there was everything, which settled down a bit over the last 13.8 billion years and ta-da! here we are.  Nobody did any MAKING of this universe.  That makes no sense at all, according to the physics we can theorize.

Right.  That’s the point.  The rules of the system were created by a being not of the system.  You can’t expect a 2D stick figure to MAKE a sheet of paper and then draw stick people on it.  And you can’t expect that something which conforms to the physics of the known universe could possibly MAKE the known universe.  It’s unpossible!  That leaves two choices:

  1. The universe was created
  2. The universe sprang forth from nothing

This leaves a conundrum for all sentients in the known universe to ponder:  Do I find it to be more likely that nothing suddenly turned into everything?  Or do I find it more likely that we don’t know 100% of all there is to know, and there can exist something outside the known physical system of our universe, which created it?

That something is God.  You may choose to believe that nothing can turn into something, and you will have my sincere pity.  I chose long ago to believe that we haven’t quite got the numbers in on 100% of everything, and the universe was created by a (?) outside of it.

This “creator” must necessarily NOT be limited to our four dimensions.  This “creator” could be capable of manipulating our dimensions and physical laws at whim.  You could say that this would be a very “powerful” being.  That it could, in fact, possibly create “by wisdom” and one could theorize that everything in our known universe was created by it.

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To admit you do not know everything is the essence of scientific curiosity.  Do not be ashamed to stand with the giants of history, and think that there can be “a God.”

Even, do not shy away from being afraid of It.  This has been described as “…the beginning of knowledge!