Daily Bitsy by John Cole| September 8, 200911:04 am| 37 CommentsThis post is in: Dog Blogging, Open ThreadsFacebookTweetEmail Do your duty- vote for Bitsy! Also, open thread.
General Winfield Stuck
I want to report I’ve been faithfully voting for Bitsy, because who could say no to that mug.
And from our Idiot Files.
No doubt a Steelers fan/ ducks
Anyone see the Iowa game this ‘kend? TWO blocked FG attempts back-to-back to preserve the win? Is there a better way to end a game that should have been won by at least 40 points? For that matter, has anyone even ever seen a team get two consecutive FG attempts that doesn’t involve a rogue timeout or penalty?
I say no, there aint no better way to win.
Will there be a stupider phrase used today than ‘the bipartisan cult of the Presidency’?
Somehow I doubt it. Then again, the wingnuts never fail to surprise.
peach flavored shampoo
TPM is opining that the only way BO gets HCR is thru some form of PO that comes ASAP, but not immediately, thru some nebulous “trigger” event.
Where do I place my bets that the trigger is never, ever, ever, ever met, and if things ever get close to the trigger, that it is legislatively fixed to move the trigger so that it’s never, ever, ever met. Epic fail, IMO.
The Grand Panjandrum
@General Winfield Stuck:
Call him a Pirates fan and you wouldn’t have to duck. Evidently the Pirates can’t hit shit.
I voted! I’m all for helping animals that need to be rescued. I don’t even care if they’re the cutest or not.
Ok, ok! I voted already! I registered and I voted and I will continue to do so until the end of the campaign. Geez, way to manipulate a woman with her own damn heartstrings!
Plus, I voted my social conscious, but not my actual conscious: I did like that Heidi.
BUT I VOTED FOR BITSY! GO, BITSY, GO!
And in other news, I’ve figured out Barack bin Osama’s nefarious secret agenda for his speech to school kids this morning. Today is the first day back for Chicago Public School kids. At my son’s school, at least, lunch is at 11:30. Math class takes place during the hour before that. So this makes Obama 1) unfairly partial to the kids in his hometown, since it’s their first day back, 2) anti-religion, since the Catholic schools of the Chicago Archdioscese are already in session, 3) anti-white, since the suburban schools are already in session, and we all know that the suburbs are all white, at least the ones that count in Real America, 4) anti-education, because his speech cuts into math class, and 5) into perversion of minors in general, since he’s arranged for his speech to avoid cutting into the period that all schoolkids love, namely lunch, which makes him look like a good guy in the kids’ eyes, because kids are too dumb–er, I mean too innocent, to know any better. OH, THE HORRORS!
General Winfield Stuck
@The Grand Panjandrum:
Being a life long Browns fan, I am obligated.
I voted, and posted the contest on Facebook, exhorting my FB friends to vote, too.
And, since the issue has driven me half insane, I’ve resolved to say nothing more about HCR until after Obama’s speech.
Back from Canada. Incredible vacation, and much needed. I went off the internet/cell phone grid for three and a half days and it was great. I started to catch up on politics this morning and my teeth are grinding away already. It was nice to be away from that crap for a while. I had forgotten about the whole “Obama indoctrinating our kids” nonsense…
Sorry, missed noticing that this was an open thread. I posted on next thread up about the kid who introduced the President. Made me feel all optimistic about things again.
Pres on C-SPAN right now.
OK, who’s going to be the first winger to say the Prez’s use of phrases like “don’t let your country down” proves he’s a soshulist?
@gnomedad: They’ll probably be whining that the speech was too complex for kindergartners, or too heavily oriented toward non-white-homeschooled-evangelical-white-Christian-American-didImentionwhite-don’tforgetChristian-andImeantherightkindofChristianmindyou kids.
Sheesh, this contest doesn’t end till Thanksgiving. Yes, yes, I’ll continue to vote. His ears are almost as big as my old Clemmie. She could pick up signals from the Space Shuttle.
Brick Oven Bill
I would not feed AhabTRuler’s pizza to Little Bitsey, as a frog might eat the pizza after Little Bitsey (Glenn?) vomited it up. Frogs cannot vomit, and therefore would likely become very sick after eating the pizza-dog vomit.
The pizza-dog vomit would rapidly pass through the frog’s digestive system and wind up, partially digested, in the nation’s waterways where it could further sicken fish, bugs, amoebas, and lesser life forms.
Now this is pizza. Stick with the Obama chants and songs, AhabTRuler.
We visited this cat refuge over the weekend and I was moved by the care and concern showed for the animals – as well as the three acres of fenced-in forest the cats roam in. Truly inspiring.
Look at the letters in that Bitsy banner. Just a matter of time until Disney sues for copyright infringement.
Anyone else read the Washington Monthly piece on higher ed that Steve Benen was pushing this morning? It’s interesting, but there’s some holes in it too.
For a man dubbed “No Drama Obama”, drama and controversy sure seems to dog him no matter what he does. Witness his platitudinous but still-controversial education speech today.
Could I just say (and yeah, I know this is unoriginal, and yeah, I know this is just a variation on the talking points) that Mike Pence is about as scummy as an elected official can get? (And yeah, I also know that the competition is pretty stiff.)
Scum was saying, in the most pompous way possible, that the education speech was “a teachable moment” for the Prez, and that because it was, in the end, non-controversial, that meant that Obama had “learned his lesson.” Just . . . puke.
I want to run a work matter past everyone to help me decide if I am stupid or sane.
Many folks here may know I am a car salesman. At our dealership, if you “work” a customer — greet them, help them with want they want, put them in the computer under your name, follow them up — you “own” that customer and, therefore, get the deal if they buy a car even if you aren’t physically here when they buy it, meaning it might occur on your day off or night off. (In that case, the protocol would be to give the guy who delivers the car $100 for his trouble.)
My 9-5 day is Friday, a customer I had Thursday came back Friday night — I had called her Friday morning and she told me she “might” come in that afternoon; she did not come in until 6:30, and purchased the car I worked her on.
My used-car manager gave the whole deal to the salesman who delivered the car, saying I had not done enough to earn the deal. I was infuriated: I did everything under our “rules” — so I went over his head to the general manager, who, so far, is siding with me.
The GM has to first talk to my manager — he had a four-day weekend and comes back tomorrow — before deciding if I really get the deal, and a $500 commission that I NEED.
Of course, my manager, who has an ego the size of Manhattan, is not going to be happy that I challenged his authority. But at a time when I scrambling to pay the mortgage and other bills, I think I had no choice but to stand up for myself.
(Four years ago, I lost a deal that was clearly mine to a “star” salesman who was management’s golden boy. Foolishly, I quit in protest, and came back here eight months later. This is no time to quit — and it might not be a time to challenge a superior. But I did.)
Sorry if this doesn’t belong here, but more than anything I wanted to get this off my chest.
Warning: Open thread injection.
I sure hope the Europeans have insulated their houses and own lots of sweaters. NOAA Report Explains Sea Level Anomaly this Summer along the U.S. Atlantic Coast After observing water levels six inches to two feet higher than originally predicted, NOAA scientists began analyzing data from select tide stations and buoys from Maine to Florida and found that a weakening of the Florida Current Transport—an oceanic current that feeds into the Gulf Stream—in addition to steady and persistent Northeast winds, contributed to this anomaly.
When we travel in Europe we find it amusing to ask people what latitude they think they are at relative to North America and have yet to find a single one with any sense of this, at all. Not to go all American-centric, but the continental U.S. serves as a metric of what the weather would be like in Europe absent the gulf stream. We live at the latitude of Lisbon Portugal, and get 150 inches of snow a year. London, England is sitting on the south shore of Hudson’s Bay. If the arctic ice cap is indeed an integral part of the gulf stream’s engine, Europe is f*cked.
@bedtimeforbonzo: Never having worked for commission I can’t be much help, but I’ll point out that the GM should be doing something to smooth things over too. The used car manager does answer to him/her and it’s the GMs job to make sure their direct reports are doing THEIR job.
I’d have a preemptive quick chat (no emotion, just straight talk about the situation) with the GM expressing just your last bit there: a) the rules are there to make sure every customer that comes in gets high-end service and that will break down immediately if the rules not followed, b) explain that you could not sit tight at this time to keep the peace, and frankly, it’s bad precedent to (see a.) c) you are a bit concerned about your rapport with your manager as a result of going over his head. Ask him/her for advice on how to best handle your boss. Just asking will go a long way, I think. All of this applies no matter the final decision.
I keep reminding my British in-laws of this: there will be no more January roses if the Gulf Stream shuts down. Last winter we got a few snowfalls of more than 6″, and the entire country ground to a halt every. Goddamn. Time. It’s ridiculous.
@R-Jud: My schtick is to say something like, “yeah… we got people living relative to where you guys live, they wear fur all year and eat raw seals…”
@Comrade Darkness: We are discussing moving back to Chicago. My husband is balking because of the cold winters. I will drop that line on him and see if it shifts his thinking a bit.
Sound wisdom, Comrade Darkness.
I should have added that the GM will most likely be the Voice of Reason here — my manager has a strong tyrannical streak.
I missed getting to the Fil Ouvert en Francais, but asiangrrlMN suggested I post my Rottie pics again, so here they are. The new pup was named Lily by the kids, I set parameters of plant or flower names, they eschewed Iris, Ivy, Holly.
You can also see one of our cats Tim, she’s a female, but when she showed up on our deck, my son thought he needed a pal named Tim, so it went.
Lily, meet Lily. And Mo, Tim and my daughter Arden:
Oh, and I forgot the most important part! The new pup is a rescue from For the Love of Dog in NH. Mo was rescued from the Mercer County WV Human Society. Tim just decided she liked us more than her other family, and moved in a few summers ago.
Bitsy’s cute and all, but Laura, I have to tell you that that is the most winsome cat I have ever seen! Especially when you dress it up in jewelry.
Gina: I adore your Lily. This melted my heart.
I just love the markings on Rotteweilers.
My favorite dog ever — the great Bonzo (1989-2002) and whom I derived my blogging handle from — was part Rotty and part Lab, a 120-pounder who was a gentle giant and my best friend in the truest sense.
@bedtimeforbonzo: Oh that’s probably about the perfect mix, I bet playtime was hilarious!
Gina: I never had a dog who was as happy with a yellow tennis ball in his mouth as ol’ Bonzo.
And he wasn’t satisfied with just any tennis ball. Bonzo loved them old and ratty.
When we’d be in the field playing fetch, he would not place the ball in my hand until he had rolled it around in his mouth over and over again, seemingly making sure it was good and slobbery. It was disgusting, but I loved it. I’d heave the ball and there would be a trail of slobber in the air behind it.
I always thought it was funny when I would come home at night and this 120-pound bear of a dog would greet me at the door with one of his favorite stuffed animals, also very ratty and slobbered all over.
Bonzo amused me in so many ways. My cat Tiger tortured him. She would rub up against him, over and over again, moving around on a coffee table, as she was doing so, and making her cat sounds.
It left him crying every time, I guess he didn’t know how to respond — he clearly loved her.
@R-Jud: Or, you can just hang out there until the situation is clearer. The entire population of England would easily fit into Canada. You’ve still got the same queen. She could just order Canada to take 40 million people over 10 years. That’d leave 10 million to eke out an existence eating the hardiest of the remaining sheep while rebuilding Hadrian’s wall…
/doomsday humor (I hobby in writing speculative fiction, so I can do this all day.)
Gina: How old is Mo? He seems awfully playful himself.
This is a classic pose.
I don’t think there is anything better than a big, playful dog.
@bedtimeforbonzo: Mo’s about 5 1/2 or 6, not exactly sure as he was from the shelter. He’s really playful, he only just started walking about a year ago, he used to bounce everywhere.
We had to euthanize our other male, Ronin, due to a very bad diabetes/neurological decline, and Mo was really bummed out. He hadn’t had a good play session in a while with Ronin being ill, but having him gone was really devastating. Broke my heart to see Mr. Krazy Mo being subdued and laying around sighing. So, sooner than I would have done otherwise, we looked to getting another rescue, and found Lily. Her mom had been found in NYC, pregnant and starving, 40lbs with 5 puppies inside! They nursed her and saved the pups, all of whom have been adopted, I think the mom is still being fostered.