TheVat

This had to be said. Thanks. Our ship of state is rudderless. I'm getting tired of people trying to rationalize the POTUS actions, as if he's actually cleverly playing four dimensional chess and merely feigning dementia. Turnip is tossing wrenches into the global machinery and giggling insanely. What's the old saying in politics...."Elect a clown, expect a circus."

Excellent (and nicely low tech) feature. Now to check today's tariff report to see if the UK can affordably send one over... 😃

The example I was about to mention. I tried to fix one, had the tape spring burst out into a giant snarl that seemed to cover the entire workshop area. I wound up (haha) just screwing a cleat on the side of the vacuum to wrap the loose cable onto. My general experience with vacs is that auto-rewinds are built to fail within the first year.

Yes. I remember the video - the last years Randy Quaid was still partially sane. That song, and Industrial Disease, were underrated in my neck of the woods, never got enough airplay. Har! Yep, a concept beyond Sgt. Bone Spurs.

I was playing Dire Straits songs on the piano last night, wife walked by and said, "Is that political commentary?" (Hormuz as dire strait, har har) This got me thinking how many of their song titles could apply to current events.... Money for Nothing - what Turnp always is looking for in geopolitics. Walk of Life - as fuel prices soar, more of us will be doing the walk. Sultans of Swing - Turnp is continually swinging from one position to another. So Far Away - Turnip is now so far away from the principles of his party. And cognitively, so far away from reality. Industrial Disease - the military industrial complex grows more diseased, and its products are proving fatal for non combatants. Twisting by the Pool - foreign policy continually twisting by the Persian Gulf pool.

If you're on land and the water level rises dangerously, which group would drown first, ordinary people or Calamita Cosmica people, who are around 28 meters in height? I implied no gender with the term supermodel. Knowing virtually nothing about supermodels, I assume there can be male supermodels and that they too are long legged. My present operating hypothesis is that the supermodels are likely descended from the race of giants which partially survived the great flood, as well as a horrific string of gardening accidents. Their thinness is actually owing to the inadequate portion sizes of all the catered food at fashion shoots. Prove me wrong!!!

It's a cautionary exhibit for the Milan Fashion Week, reminding models what happens when they diet too strenuously. Look how long those legs are: clearly an ex supermodel.

TIL that today is World Quantum Day. https://worldquantumday.org/ Our cats, Eliza "do little" Vat and Louisa May Allcat, may or not be attending the nearby events.

Won senile dismissal, class - I'm sidelines now. 😜

I don't think it would be waving a white flag in the conventional sense. As @exchemist said, they can weather some of this. And have a theocracy (so far) which can muster a fair amount of stoicism for a longer siege. Where my knowledge of Iran is lacking is what percent of citizens would, under the rigors of a blockade (everything or just oil?), come together to end theocracy and set up something more willing to take vows of nuclear chastity. The problem with all this MAGA fantasizing is it makes it hard to tell what's real and what's delusional. And does Iran have workarounds we don't know about? Would Russia help them out? Send a convoy of tanker trucks through Turkmenistan to pick up some of the oil, then resell it elsewhere? What sort of intelligence reports is the Turnip administration getting these days? Is it all filtered through maga lackeys who turn it into baby talk, or do they just throw it in a wastebasket because it's all really about the circus?

A game variant of Hanlons razor might apply here. (In other Turnipstan policies, both malice and stupidity are key, e.g. immigration policy) The only tiny shred of competence in the new blockade is that it will finally do what should have been done from the start if the goal was actually Iranian capitulation. If Iran can't ship oil, then its economy will collapse.

This doesn't provide clean data, as there are other factors not accounted for. E.g. extraneous behaviors, the tendency of people to fidget and just turn around from time to time, ordinary environmental cues, participant expectation bias, etc. Something like this experiment is one of Rupert Sheldrake's "morphic resonance" experiments, which has crashed on the rocky shores of poor methodology. You may want to look up Michael Shermer's analysis of the "Sense of being stared at," exp. methodology.

From Arwa Mahdawi's weekly summary in The Guardian: Is it illegal to call Trump a dick-tator while wearing a penis costume? I guess we’re going to find out if this is pun-ishable or not. Sixty-two-year-old Renea Gamble was recently arrested after sporting the dick-tator sign and phallic costume at a No Kings Rally in Alabama. She’s now been charged with disturbing the peace.

Reported for OT digression from the serious topic of measuring flatulence. Unless of course The Guardian writer's description of the novel as "atmospheric" is referring to methane, hydrogen and various organosulfur compounds. 😉 It also occurs to me that Jekyll could have experienced alterations of his gut biome and chemistry from drinking the transformative serum which turned him into Hyde.

Yes, I should have pointed out it's a thiol, the simplest one, so an organosulfur compound. Thiols are the sulfur analog of alcohols, and they all tend to smell nasty. Thiols are also what utilities add to natural gas to make leaks detectable. Some readers here might better know methanethiol as methyl mercaptan. And more complex mercaptans are the key ingredients of what skunks spray, no real surprise there. IIRC, skunks being competent chemists, use butyl mercaptan which is less volatile and so better suited to stay on the spray victim for a long while. And I'm realizing now that methanethiol has to come from the breakdown of sulfur-containing amino acids like methionine or, in the cabbage example I gave it would likely be glucosinolates--so no idea why I mentioned raffinose except my org chem is rusty. Ignore what I said about raffinose, which mos def does not have sulfur - it's just a humble trisaccharide and would only generate H and CH4 which are the non-stinky parts of farts. ETA: To clarify, raffinose in cabbage is like the main propellant (producing most of the gas volume) while glucosinolates in cabbage have breakdown products that include methyl mercaptan, the main pungent odorant.

Traveling this week, so missed the replies. Apparently most beholding noses wrinkle at indoles, skatoles, and sulfides. I guess the neurological end of it is a hardwired revulsion for odors of putrefaction and other sorts of rot. Telling us in effect, "not edible, probably has bad microbes for you!" (Someone should get a memo to Billie, a neighbor's dog who is constantly eating turds. I'll see him from the kitchen window, as I'm contemplating breakfast, and he will run out into their yard and start snarfing them down like Belgian chocolate....and then I'm no longer contemplating breakfast. And whatever time zone you, Gentle Reader, dwell in, possibly now you can put off your next repast!) Methanethiol is another culprit especially in those with a heavy vegetable diet. Dine on a cabbage-based soup with plenty of onions and you can clear a room. But you'll have to wait at least 18 hours for it to reach the colon, where the raffinose does its gassy magic.

@Ken Fabian , thinking about those needed commitments, as I drove through our epic American drought, I wrote this [edited] to a friend: Traveling this week, I reflected on the drought as I drove through a charred area somewhere between Hyannis and Mullen, Nebraska. (It was interesting how you could see where the fire had jumped the road, but then some places stopped dead by the railway embankment just past the road) Beef is now more problematic, and you don't want too much grazing on parched land - that's how goats increased desertification in the Sahel region which borders Sahara. And it will be wrenching for farmers trying to shift from their usual grain to drought-hardy cropping. Drought-hardy invariably means fewer calories/acre, so you have to pick something that brings a good price - pearl millet is one, sometimes called "the last crop standing." I expect [a coeliac friend of ours] would not be displeased if the wheat belt became a millet belt. And the Ogallala Aquifer might just survive, if economic forces and political will can make such a shift. Some current madness, like growing so many leafy grains in AZ, will have to end, and I'm already hearing about plans to shift more of the salad belt to California where it makes more ecological sense. We shouldn't be draining the Colorado dry for a f-ing salad. If a drought spurs that shift, that might be a longterm benefit. Arizona was not meant to be cropland, and these parched years are underscoring that reality. Long-term, I can see beef being more a luxury food, ranchers then getting the higher prices they need, and maybe with viable reduced herds the high plains don't turn into a Sahel-hole. 🤠 As for [a farmer in the Nebraska Panhandle], yes, no-till cropping seems like a good start. Take care of your grass and your soil moisture. Stop voting for the Great Denialist, too, and his ilk?? Meanwhile, a massive silver lining is developing around the world from the Iran/Gulf situation, as countries scramble to being more renewable installations online as they no longer trust oil/LNG as a reliable import. Read something in the Post a couple days ago about Philippines rushing a gigawatt solar project in a time frame of WEEKS! And Indonesia is going all out on massive hydro. The silvering lining may soon tarnish, however, as some places are ramping up coal, in response. As always: F--- TRUMP.

Emily asked a philosopher about what constitutes evidence. He replied with a riddle... God, Lee H. Oswald, etc., anecdotal, Plato? DC enacted law - so heel, dog!

We were warned many times. Here's one red flag, from the Guardian in November 2016. https://www.theguardian.com/film/filmblog/2016/nov/21/watch-movies-donald-trump-films-fast-forward Donald Trump’s greatest talent is his ability to boil complex themes down into blunt sentiment. While Hillary Clinton broke her back trying to set out a wide-ranging and inclusive moral ideal of what the United States should be, Trump wore a hat with “Make America Great Again” written on it and won. This ability, it turns out, stretches to Trump’s movie-watching habits. A feature in the Sunday Times this weekend recalled an occasion in the 1990s when Trump wanted to watch the Jean-Claude Van Damme film Bloodsport during a flight. However, Bloodsport is a long film – 92 minutes long, in fact – and Trump is a busy man. His solution? Making his son fast-forward through all the boring bits, like exposition and dialogue, until he was left with a relentless 45-minute supercut of broken bones and knuckle sandwiches. (Me again): Trump's foreign policy, such as it is, has no moral center or guiding geopolitical principle. It's just about people giving you cool stuff, making money (or stealing it), bullying whenever possible, and if you get a chance to act tough and blow things up in a spectacular way, with lots of Van Damme supercut moments, go for it. Damn the bone spurs, full speed ahead! Add in the advancing effects of dementia as it further reduces self-awareness, ability to comprehend strategy and absorb anything from intelligence briefings, any rudimentary grasp of the global economic effects of unleashing chaos in the Gulf, plus general failure to grasp political optics, and you have a president demolishing his own party with each TACO Tuesday that isn't met by a 25th amendment team. Remember the story well, and its many scientific corrections later (much as his later Ringworld had glitches that were pointed out, and which Niven corrected in sequels). I remember my journalist papa returning from some conference in NY (where he met Lyndon Johnson), and he'd bought a couple sci-fi books in an airport store during a long layover. One was Alfred Bester's collection (Starburst, iirc), the other an issue of Worlds of If, which happened to contain "Neutron Star." Both that story, and an especially horrific one by Bester called "Fondly Fahrenheit" were a lot for a ten/eleven year old to take on board (let alone a younger sibling), but they set my imagination to sizzling.

You can keep your boots on, if you like...(another Devon Cole song, with possibly less of a message...)

More progress in understanding the relative output, in this case, based on biological sex. https://wapo.st/3Q7ucfj Science has finally settled the age-old debate of whose farts smell worse — men or women. But to appreciate the answer, you need to understand how researchers figured it out. The methodology alone deserves an award. The man responsible is Dr. Michael Levitt, a gastroenterologist who joined the Minneapolis Veterans Affairs hospital in 1978. An Air Force veteran himself, he would become known as the “King of Farts” to his colleagues for his interest — and eventually unparalleled expertise — in one very particular subject: the status of flatus...

Both my parent's surnames were derived from patronymics. On the Scandinavian side, my grandfather was the first generation to freeze the surname in place. What a pity my great-grandfather waa not named Jet. 😎

Spoiler Warning (due to spoiler function not working): Well done. And thanks for not pointing out that, given the Latinized form of the Greek name, my implied plural form is grammatically incorrect. (In Latin, -us is only pluralized to -i when the -us is a suffix; our colorful friend, however, ends with -pus, which means foot, so it's not a -us suffix, ergo it becomes -puses rather than -pi) Now I must hurry, I've missed two downtown bi already.

On returning, the mathie recounted his morning dive and the various marine species he'd seen. He concluded his description: "... and I had the rare privilege of seeing 25.133!" What could he have meant by this?

This might be the point where prominent voices all over the political spectrum (Tim Miller, the center-Right frontman for The Bulwark, also chimed in on the deranged vibe of the Easter morn post, I see) are converging in a reenactment of Edward Hicks' famous Peaceable Kingdom series. Reading news, I felt like I was on some unorthodox Easter egg hunt where all the eggs are in plain sight and all inscribed "time to invoke the 25th amendment!" I imagine one of the objections at this point is "I don't even know what the agenda is anymore, Mr President." Some of the upper level command getting purged are probably officers who were aghast, but averting their eyes, at killing people clinging to wreckage off Venezuela, and then started to snap when their CIC and Whiskey Warrior Pete started openly rooting for war crimes that would surely kill thousands of civilians. It's a little surreal waking up each day now and opening up a news feed on some alternate reality, like some mindbending Phillip K. Dick novel where we're still in the Roman Empire and Caligula has been resurrected.