It's 91 degrees in the shade. The computi slows down, and eventually may not go at all. Took a while, but I got an article up on the Headquarters in the Saddle blog. (See blogroll).
As for this one I have plenty to say about various things, but it's too hot. They had to kick everybody off the beaches at Lake Michigan over Memorial Day weekend, and now this weekend they are having trouble with a 'flash-mob' style 'wilding' incident. There are twenty hooligans in custody as of today from the weekend attacks on pedestrians.
One Polish guy fought back, and says he will testify against them.
The gangbangers allegedly knocked him off his scooter and he allegedly started belting them back, then they tried to swarm away. First five, then seven, then twenty of allegedly them got rounded up over the course of Monday.
It gets too hot here, and then all the crazies come out.
At least my one article worked, after several attempts. It's working a little better now since the sun went down.
I have added on to the three collections of 1/72 plastic figures with another 300 this weekend, 100 more for the British redcoats and their Tory friends, who later became the Canadians, and 100 each blue and gray for the Civil War. This time I am going to paint these backwards, so the blue will be gray and gray will be blue, so there will be Confederates in the kepi/forage caps, and Union troops from the Midwest such as Illinois for instance wearing black hats that look like cowboy hats.
Might have to post at three in the morning from now until September. Or October, if last year is any guide to the heat patterns. Actually it is already a little better just from Sundown having happened.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
New Blog Launched Nearby
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This new blog is called Headquarters in the Saddle, a play on how General John Pope used to address his dispatches to Washington, DC when he commanded the Army of the Potomac in the summer of 1862. Tradition says Abraham Lincoln made the jibe that that was where his hindquarters ought to be, but it may be the Southern newspapers actually said that.
The blog is separate for American Civil War topics because of the Sesquicentennial which has just started in April and will continue for four years. Translated from the Latin, that means it was a hundred and fifty years ago this spring.
So far there is a one-minute video clip of a Confederate veterans' gathering, filmed in 1914, appropriate for the US holiday of Memorial Day, this weekend, and another one only 11 seconds long believed to be one of the earliest films --ever-- showing Robert E. Lee's army marching to Gettysburg.
You're all welcome to check it out. I'll be jumping back and forth quickly.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Sexual Harrassment Class at the Salt Mines
Entrapment
There's been a trend among employers to have classes on sexual harrassment. Both the Salt Mines themselves and the Mining Company have it periodically, so if it's not one it's the other on their own time tables.
But it seems to be a cottage industry to make everyone into criminals of some sort, and that seems to be what is really behind it all.
Now you don't know me, but I don't have problems with this topic at all generally, and even pretty much agree with it, plus have really benefitted when other tyrants in my life fall victim to it, which has happened several times. And for me that last part overrules all other arguments about the topic itself.
I wasn't doing anything, and then they have me seated right next to an interesting blonde lady I had never seen before, in the class itself.
Since I had already worked all night on an 8-hour shift, and had to go in the next night, it was not pleasant to have a 6-hour class in the middle during bedtime, 20 miles away. But I didn't say anything.
Instead the blonde lady started complaining, saying all the things I was thinking, but hadn't said because I am not a complainer: ' I shouldn't be here, I worked all night, I have to work tonight, etc. This is stupid.' I wouldn't have said all that, but I was thinking it.
And then all through the films, she was yawning and stretching, and yawning again. I was too, seeing as how I could barely stay awake. I mean like four and five per minute. It was hours after bedtime, we should be buried in our coffins before the rays of the sun can touch us.
Notice how I never even heard of her, and now I am saying 'us,' like that.
Each yawn was a reminder, as was each other complaint she said, of how many things we have in common. Same Salt Mine company, same Salt Mines, same schedule, same thoughts, same yawns, same same same.
As to the class itself, I was noticing that my own personal policy is actually harsher than theirs is on paper at least, since I think it is all up to the how the recipient feels about it, whereas a couple items they were prepared to think could be reasonable, I was thinking sure they COULD be but they also could NOT be with someone else, since my personal standard is based on the recipient's own feelings and reactions, which will vary from one person to the next.
Plus I have had two or three monstrous Bosses eliminated this way, maybe more if I think back on them, when I had long since given up hope on getting them out of my life any other way, so the whole topic has actually favored me indirectly more than once. Because someone else nailed them on these grounds, miraculously, when I could see no other escape from their clutches myself.
This aspect has been of the greatest benefit to me and should not be discounted. These guys were real jerks in several cases, and somehow this one thing has the power to get rid of them once and for all. The companies think it's perfectly all right for them to harrass me ten different ways, but Gott sei Dank eventually someone else may nail them on Sexual Harrassment and poof--they are gone!
In the corner of my eye, while trying earnestly NOT to check her out, in accordance with what the movie was talking about, which I fully agreed with, outwardly, using just the very outer edge of my peripheral vision, I detected that She was checking me out! Ha!
If it weren't for this class I'd have never had any of this happening. It's like they set it up, as an entrapment creating a 'crime' where there was not one in the first place, not even a glimmer of one.
Luckily the previous year's class I was next to an ugly one, who was frustrated that she understood her legal powers but was frustrated that no one would harass her, ever, since she was too ugly, and so she could not come up with any way to use those powers.
So in this year's one I'm yawning away, feeling guiltier by the minute, because each of my yawns elicited a sympathetic vibe and yawn from my fellow worker, and I detected no guilt on her part despite the subject matter.
Ironic that they work us so hard here that the very Sexual Harrassment class itself becomes our only remaining social life. Yes it was all very Professional. Nothing happened really, we just exchanged a smile at the end. And got back to work as soon as we woke up.
There's been a trend among employers to have classes on sexual harrassment. Both the Salt Mines themselves and the Mining Company have it periodically, so if it's not one it's the other on their own time tables.
But it seems to be a cottage industry to make everyone into criminals of some sort, and that seems to be what is really behind it all.
Now you don't know me, but I don't have problems with this topic at all generally, and even pretty much agree with it, plus have really benefitted when other tyrants in my life fall victim to it, which has happened several times. And for me that last part overrules all other arguments about the topic itself.
I wasn't doing anything, and then they have me seated right next to an interesting blonde lady I had never seen before, in the class itself.
Since I had already worked all night on an 8-hour shift, and had to go in the next night, it was not pleasant to have a 6-hour class in the middle during bedtime, 20 miles away. But I didn't say anything.
Instead the blonde lady started complaining, saying all the things I was thinking, but hadn't said because I am not a complainer: ' I shouldn't be here, I worked all night, I have to work tonight, etc. This is stupid.' I wouldn't have said all that, but I was thinking it.
And then all through the films, she was yawning and stretching, and yawning again. I was too, seeing as how I could barely stay awake. I mean like four and five per minute. It was hours after bedtime, we should be buried in our coffins before the rays of the sun can touch us.
Notice how I never even heard of her, and now I am saying 'us,' like that.
Each yawn was a reminder, as was each other complaint she said, of how many things we have in common. Same Salt Mine company, same Salt Mines, same schedule, same thoughts, same yawns, same same same.
As to the class itself, I was noticing that my own personal policy is actually harsher than theirs is on paper at least, since I think it is all up to the how the recipient feels about it, whereas a couple items they were prepared to think could be reasonable, I was thinking sure they COULD be but they also could NOT be with someone else, since my personal standard is based on the recipient's own feelings and reactions, which will vary from one person to the next.
Plus I have had two or three monstrous Bosses eliminated this way, maybe more if I think back on them, when I had long since given up hope on getting them out of my life any other way, so the whole topic has actually favored me indirectly more than once. Because someone else nailed them on these grounds, miraculously, when I could see no other escape from their clutches myself.
This aspect has been of the greatest benefit to me and should not be discounted. These guys were real jerks in several cases, and somehow this one thing has the power to get rid of them once and for all. The companies think it's perfectly all right for them to harrass me ten different ways, but Gott sei Dank eventually someone else may nail them on Sexual Harrassment and poof--they are gone!
In the corner of my eye, while trying earnestly NOT to check her out, in accordance with what the movie was talking about, which I fully agreed with, outwardly, using just the very outer edge of my peripheral vision, I detected that She was checking me out! Ha!
If it weren't for this class I'd have never had any of this happening. It's like they set it up, as an entrapment creating a 'crime' where there was not one in the first place, not even a glimmer of one.
Luckily the previous year's class I was next to an ugly one, who was frustrated that she understood her legal powers but was frustrated that no one would harass her, ever, since she was too ugly, and so she could not come up with any way to use those powers.
So in this year's one I'm yawning away, feeling guiltier by the minute, because each of my yawns elicited a sympathetic vibe and yawn from my fellow worker, and I detected no guilt on her part despite the subject matter.
Ironic that they work us so hard here that the very Sexual Harrassment class itself becomes our only remaining social life. Yes it was all very Professional. Nothing happened really, we just exchanged a smile at the end. And got back to work as soon as we woke up.
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