reason #42997 i like twitter.

There’s been a fun string of Tweets under the hashtag #failedchildrensbooktitles, and I thought I’d share some of the ones that made me laugh.  Humor is definitely my favorite human quality, and I’m impressed with the amount of comedic talent out there on the Intertubes.

 

#failedchildrensbooktitles

Curious George and Daddy’s Browser History

Guess How Much I Love Your Much More Talented Sister

Cha-lee and the Sweatshop Factory

Pop! Goes The Hamster…And Other Great Microwave Games

The Little Sissy Who Snitched

The Way We Were–A guide to saving your parents’ marriage once you’ve ruined it with your birth.

The Bi-Polar Express

Where the Sidewalk Ends in a Chalk Outline and Police Tape

Exploring the Vans of Strangers: The Ride of Your Life.

Charlie and the Chocolate Starfish

Why You Shouldn’t Talk To Strangers: A Picture Book

The Very Horny Caterpillar

Mother Grey Goose Rhymes

The Little Engine That Drinks Like Your Mommy

Little Red Ridin’ The Whole Hood

Green Eggs and Salmonella

Things Rich Kids Have, But You Never Will

The Indian In The Casino

Patty Went Splat (Don’t YOU Forget To Wear Your Seatbelt)

Everybody Poops Blood

Rebecca of Auctioned Farms

Heather Has Two Uzis (my contribution)

The Berenstain Bears, The School Bully, And Grandpa’s Old Tommy Gun (mine as well)

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Useless Degree

Charlotte’s XXX Website

Bi-Curious George

Oh, the Places You’ll Die!

Daddy Hits Mommy Because You Won’t Shut Up

The Selfish Tree

LOL! Are You My Stalker?

The Scat In The Hat

Mommy Hides The Best Candy Above The Bathroom Sink

I’m Not Learning To Read, And You Can’t Make Me, Elmo

The Big Book of Incest

See Spot Fight, by Michael Vick

A Roofie For Caroline

On The Night You Were Conceived

The Lion, the Witch and the British Word For Closet

Horton Hears A Jew

If You Give A Mouse A Condom

Mechanically Separated Chicken Little

Off-White and the Seven Vertically Challenged But Valued Members of Society

The Day Suzy Was So Bad Her Mother Stopped Loving Her

Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Hangover

Chitty Chitty Gang Bang

The Tragic School Bus Visits North Korea

lame wednesday update.

I don’t have anything earth-shaking to report today.

Yesterday was the Day From Hell.  I had the Toy Wars going in the house pretty much non-stop from breakfast to dinner, and I’m not at all ashamed to admit that I had a glass of Parenting Juice with lunch already.

Today was much better.  The kids were actually playing together most of the day without fighting each other for toys, and I got a few pages of a new short story written.

This weekend, I’m looking forward to the Northeastern Blogger Shoot, where a bunch of us New England-based gun nuts will gather at a sooper-seekrit location in southern NH to shoot enough hardware to invade a small Latin American country. 

Right now, it’s raining strings up here in west-central NH, but I am all calm and relaxed because we have a new roof.  The rain is just running off the edges like Niagara Falls, instead of feeding the Redneck Sprinkler System the last owners so thoughtfully left for us.

Also, the Battlestar Galactica soundtrack for Season 4 is out, and I have obtained a CD thereof.  (Yes, I am a big geek, but Bear McCreary’s soundtracks for the series started out fantastic, and he has managed to improve them with every season.)

That’s the brief Wednesday update from Castle Frostbite.  I’ll put up something a bit more profound tomorrow. 

csi enfield, episode 3.

We have a new crime scene!

Some time last night, an unknown animal traversed our property. It knocked over our composter, pulling the anchors out of the earth completely, and disassembling the segments in the process.

It ate all the recently dumped melon rinds, banana peels, and other not-quite-rotted items.

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Then it wandered over to the bird feeders on the front lawn, and left some scat as a souvenir.

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Finally, it checked out the feeders, and ate all the seed out of one of them.  It left the hummingbird feeder alone—I guess it wasn’t in need of liquid refreshment.  It also chewed (or clawed, or pawed) on the tree stump where the feeder support is anchored into the ground.

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Any hunting and outdoorsy folks want to hazard a guess as to the identity of the nighttime visitor? 

The pile of scat is fairly sizeable, way too big to have come out of a small mammal.  It’s enough to fill up a dinner plate.  (Pardon the visual.)  I didn’t see any definite marks on the plastic of the composter.  It seems to have been pushed over with brute force and/or body weight.

I have my own theory, but I wanted to consult the Hive Mind as well.  What say you, outdoor-savvy readers?

munchkin wrangler merch.

For those of you with extra money to burn, and a burning desire to own a garment, sticker, or mug designed to tell off whatever hippies may cross your path, I give you:

The Munchkin Wrangler CafePress store.

I put up a few items with the surprisingly popular “Hippie, please”, and I’ll expand the variety as needed or desired.

(Yes, I get a small cut of all sales.  Hey, I’m a capitalist, not one of those patchouli-scented, sandal-wearing hippies who consider “profit” a dirty word.)

Update:  I have added the desired varieties and colors to the store.  We haz variety nao!  You come look!  And feel free to tell management if you’re interested in other forms of trinketry and outerwear with that devastatingly effective hippie-belittling phraseology emblazoned upon it.

monday search term safari LXI.

public jack-off bar

Eeewww.  Whatever you do in there, don’t order the pale ale. <rimshot>

maj. l. caudill usmc (ret)

He’s my nemesis.  If I were a superhero, he’d be my evil counterpart, but instead of wreaking havoc, he’d run around claiming credit for all the bank robbers I caught, or the cats I plucked out of trees.  His costume would be vaguely militaristic, and it would have a stylized picture of a photocopier on the chest.

alvin york’s rifle

Alvin York did his deeds with an Enfield Model 1917, according to his own diary.

ibm model m swap keycaps

All the letter keycaps on the Model M are the same size, and removable.  Pull them off with two fingers, and swap them around as needed.

alphasmart neo macbook pro infrared

I’m pretty sure the MacBook Pro doesn’t have an IrDA lens.  Infrared has been superseded by Bluetooth a good long while ago—faster, more reliable, and it doesn’t require a line-of-sight between the transmitting devices’ lenses.

how many watts to run a pellet stove

Right around 500 watts at peak load.  If you use the special uranium pellets made from recycled nuclear reactor waste, you actually get 1.21 gigawatts in output in exchange.  (The winters get cold here in the North.)

what its like living with a delorean

Life with a DeLorean as a partner or roomie can get tricky.  The stainless steel chassis hogs a lot of space even in a king-sized bed, and the gullwing doors frequently knock the coffee off the breakfast bar by accident.  Also, DeLoreans call in sick a lot.

munchkin wrangler fountain pen

I have a handful, but my two regular workhorse pens are a Lamy 2000, and a Parker “51”.  I’ve concluded that I like pens that don’t have threads on the section.

how to build up a tolerance to iocane

You’re planning to go up against a Sicilian when death is on the line, aren’t you?

will parker 51 dry out

The fully hooded nib on the “51” makes it rather resistant to drying out, since only the very tip of the nib is exposed to air.  (To a lot of people, a “51” looks like a ballpoint pen.) Of course, any fountain pen will dry up temporarily if you leave it uncapped on your desk for a day or two.

.25 pocket pistol ppk

The Walther PPK never came in .25ACP, only in .22LR, .32ACP, and .380.  Walther made a smaller version of the design called the TPH, which did come chambered in .25ACP (and .22LR.)  I fired a suppressed TPH in .22 once, which was a neat experience.  With one of those, you’d be the most stylishly armed hitman ever, assuming you don’t do hits on anything bigger than a sedated raccoon.

are laptops a bad investment

As investments, laptops are terrible, even worse than Beanie Babies.  They practically lose 50% of their value the moment you break the factory seal on the box.  (Note that very few investment vehicles tout their vast reserves of Dell Inspiron laptops as proof of their financial stability.)

 

Is Monday! Is time for kulaks to go back to Collective and pluck beets! We must meet our quota for glorious Five-Year-Plan!

supernatural monsters, and the people who riddle them with bullets.

Here’s one for all the folks looking up “gun for hunting werewolf” on my blog:

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Larry Correia’s novel Monster Hunter International is out from Baen, and available for your immediate purchase.  (The image above links to the Amazon page for MHI, but you should also be able to walk into your nearest Borders or Narnes & Boble and find a copy or three on the shelf in the SF/Fantasy section.

Why should you buy MHI? Because it’s about a bunch of Good Guys hunting down supernatural monsters with major-league, heavy-duty, makes-Sarah-Brady-and-Dianne-Feinstein-cry firepower.  (Larry is co-owner of Fuzzy Bunny Movie Guns, and a member of the Merchants of Death network gun shop guy, so he knows his way around guns.)

Zombies! Vampires! Werewolves! Belt-fed weapons! Ancient, pissed-off demons! If that doesn’t sound like eight bucks worth of weekend entertainment, I don’t know what does.

Go buy one! Heck, buy a few. They’re portable, and make great gifts. And if you like it (and I don’t see why you wouldn’t), take a minute and leave a review to that effect over at Amazon.com.

you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means.

Yesterday morning, on my weekly sojourn into town for Dadcation Day, I spotted a bumper sticker in the Borders parking lot that had me shaking my head:

HEALTH CARE IS A HUMAN RIGHT

Now, health care is certainly an important commodity.  I sure like being able to see a doctor when something ails me, and to get my teeth cleaned and fixed on occasion.  I’m also a big fan of antibiotics, x-rays, vaccinations for the kids, and all the other medical advances that have doubled human lifespans in just a few generations.  Health care is great, and I wouldn’t want to be without access to it.

But a “human right”?  Hippie, please.

I have no doubt that the owner of the thusly-stickered car considers him- or herself to be educated, informed, and thoroughly on top of things.  By proclaiming health care a “right”, however, he or she demonstrates a rather galling unfamiliarity with the nature of rights.

Let’s get the most obvious point out of the way first.  You cannot have a right to something that necessitates a financial obligation on someone else’s part. 

When you look at our Bill of Rights, which enumerates (not “grants”) a bunch of rights, you won’t find a single Amendment in there that recognizes the right to receive a material commodity, free of charge or otherwise.  In order for me to let you enjoy all the rights enumerated in that fine document, all that’s required of me is to leave you the hell alone, which doesn’t cost me a penny.  Your rights to free speech, to free exercise of your religion, or to be free from unreasonable search and seizure do not make the slightest dent in my wallet or my schedule.  The Second Amendment refers to a physical commodity (arms), but it only recognizes that you have the right to own a gun if you have the desire and means to acquire one, not the right to get one for free from the rest of us.

If you promote health care to a human right on the same level with freedom of conscience, freedom of religion, or freedom of speech, you face an interesting quandary.  Health care, unlike all those other things mentioned, is a commodity, exactly like the bread and milk on the shelf at your grocery store.  That commodity needs to be created and distributed by other people.  Doctors aren’t made by waving a Magic Government Wand, they are educated at medical school.  Penicillin and Tamiflu don’t grow on trees in some publically-owned grove, they are manufactured by pharmaceutical companies.  If you have a right to all those things, then those doctors and medical companies have the duty and obligation to provide you with it.

Now picture every single doctor, hospital, and pharmaceutical plant in the country closing overnight.  The doctors are sick of piling on a quarter million in student loans just to work sixty-hour weeks for crap pay and the risk of ruinous lawsuits.  From sea to shining sea, every single doctor in every specialty just closes shop, and takes up basket weaving or Slabovian folk dance instead.

What happened to your “right” to medical care? How are you going to claim that right when nobody is able to provide that exam, or make you that blood pressure medication?

Oh, I know that the argument put forth by the owner of that bumper sticker would be something along the lines of “government has/should have the duty to provide it.”  The problem with that, of course is that government doesn’t actually produce anything to provide.  Government isn’t in the business of creating stuff, it’s in the distribution business—widget A shuffled to consumer B, for a not-so-small cut of the profits to feed all the people working in the distribution center.  Government takes a resource from someone, allocates or transforms it (tax dollars to asphalt to roads, for example), and then redistributes it.  The government cannot provide you with health care directly, it can only take someone’s money and pay some doctor or pharmacist to do the job.  What would the government do if all the doctors in the country just didn’t want to be doctors anymore, and all the medical students followed suit as well and dropped out?  If health care is a human right, shouldn’t the government then be able to arrest all those doctors and bring them up on federal charges of human and civil rights violations?  If health care is a human right, shouldn’t the government be able to charge any doctor thusly who refuses to treat a patient for free right now?

In fact, why stop there?  If health care is a human right, surely food has to be bumped to the same status?  I mean, lack of health care means you’ll die sooner, possibly in a decade or two—but lack of food means you’ll die in a few weeks.  Why don’t we just make food a human right, too, and seize the means of production over at Wonder Bread to make sure they won’t profit from their bread while people starve, deprived of the inalienable human right to stuff themselves with free starchy carbs?  And why stop there? Is the all-you-can-eat buffet over at CiCi’s Pizza a human right, too? Can we bring up the folks at Denny’s for human rights violations if they dare present us with a check at the end of the meal?

Health care is important, and awesome, and I’m a huge fan of it.  It is not, however, a human right.  It’s a commodity just like any other product and service, and thus cannot be a right by definition.  Calling it a “human right” sort of makes a mockery of the term, since actually treating it like a human right would make a whole class of professionals slaves to the rest of us.

a dictionary: lyra-ese.

Here’s an excerpt of the current Lyra-ese-to-English dictionary.  This may come in handy if you’re ever a guest at Castle Frostbite, and you find yourself on the receiving end of a question, request, or comment from the youngest member of the family.

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Lyra-ese to English: An Incomplete Glossary

Lyra-ese English
mutz-mows Lucky Charms (which contain marshmallow bits)
kee-koo cookie
peet fish
pee-s please (can be appended to any other word to indicate urgent desire: “ A kee-koo, pee-s!”)
goggie dog (all breeds)
kee-kat cat
teep both teeth and toothbrush
ow-sai outside (usually voiced as a request, often appended with pee-s)
Kee Quinn
stee poo poop (lit. “stinky poop”; can serve as a request for a diaper change : “Have stee-poo.”)
nana banana
shoo shoe(s) (both singular and plural)
puh-pow caterpillar
duh-bow dog bone (stuffed pet toy)
seet chair/seat (all kinds)
powh pillow

 

(The equivalent language of Quinn at that age was called Quinnish, or Quinnya. He has since switched to standard English.)