ROYAL NOTICE

The Akismet does a great job of weeding out what little spam I get, while letting legit comments through – the only couple of times I’ve had actual comments snagged, simply approving them was enough to let the algortihm permit future messages from that person.

So, why am I sharing one of these with you now?  Have I really resorted to the last refuge of a stumped blogger?  Yes.  Yes, I have.  Because this is ROYAL NOTICE!

Undeniably believe that which you said. Your favorite reason seemed to be on the internet the simplest thing to be aware of. I say to you, I definitely get irked while people think about worries that they just do not know about. You managed to hit the nail upon the top and also defined out the whole thing without having side-effects , people can take a signal. Will probably be back to get more. Thanks

That’s the name with the comment.  “Royal Notice.”  He certainly talks like one of those foreign princes in the emails, doesn’t he?  So where’s my offer of “263,000,000 $USD” ?  C’mon, I defined out the whole thing with no side-effects!  That takes some skill, especially when it comes to people thinking about worries they don’t know about.

This was left, by the way, in the comment queue for the Dinosaur Comics post.  Maybe the money’s being forwarded to Ryan North.

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Not exactly Nostradamus-level difficulty

The Boston Red Sox have had the Devil Rays’ own time trying to hit the ball lately.

They have gotten exactly three base hits in three consecutive games, all against the rival Tampa Bay Rays, though they managed to win the first of them since one of the hits was a three-run home-run courtesy of Jacoby Ellsbury.  (He also homered in the second game of the series, and is having a helluva year overall.)

You’ll notice my ugly mug all over the comments there – not much else to do when you’re home sick – and one thing I mentioned was that the Sox were playing in Kansas City tonight, getting to face Luke Hochevar, who is not exactly the immovable object.  This led me to suggest that Boston would probably surpass three hits on their first trip through the batting order.  (Hochevar’s career: 9.7 hits per 9 IP, .274 average against. He also allows steals at an 83.1% rate for his career, so the Sox will be active on the basepaths.)

This was not really a stretch to predict, but lo, it hath come to pass.  The eighth and ninth hitters,  Jason Varitek and Mike Aviles, hit singles to give Boston four base hits on their first trip through the order.  Through five innings, they have four runs on eight hits (20 AB) and two walks.  They should have even more, but the Royals have shown better arms than their pitcher tonight – KC has ended three of the five innings by throwing out Red Sox runners.

When you’re a Mets fan, this is about all you have to think about is cool stuff like this.

For example, another thing I noticed from the Jacoby Ellsbury thread above: Bobby Bonds appears three times on the list at that post, the only man on the list more than once.  (It’s leadoff hitters who’ve met certain HR/run/RBI levels with an OPS 30% above league average.)  Bobby did it twice with the Giants, and the only year he was a Yankee.  The Yanks (most likely at Billy Martin’s insistence) traded Bonds to the Angels, and got back Mickey Rivers and Ed Figeroa.  Rivers actually finished third in the MVP vote his first year there, and Figeroa fourth in the Cy Young vote.  And they played effectively for the Yanks for a few years after, meaning that they actually came out ahead on the deal. The Angels, however, didn’t do badly for themselves, trading Bonds for Brian Downing, an underrated player in his own right – and one who would wind up making the very list Bonds is on.

I love little patterns and coincidences like that.  It’s also interesting to see how Billy Martin’s dissatisfaction led to the Yankees improving their team, almost by accident.  For one thing, there was no real indication that Rivers or Figeroa were capable of what they did their first year in New York.  For another, part of the Yankees problem in 1975 was an injury to CF Elliott Maddox, who was playing very well before wrecking his knee.  (He was arguably never the same player afterward.)

Rivers replaced Maddox in centerfield, but there was another difficutly: the Yankees had nobody to bat second behind him.  It had been Sandy Alomar, who was, to be honest, brutal.  The Yankees solved that problem by moving Roy White to that spot.  But who was going to replace Alomar in the field?  Well, the Yankees were already trading for extra pitching besides Figeroa.  Pittsburgh was giving up Ken Brett (and giving up on Dock Ellis).  They had young John Candelaria, and Jerry Reuss and Bruce Kison… they could afford to part with some pitching.  They could also afford to part with one of their two second basemen.

They kept the established Rennie Stennett, and threw in the young, unproven Willie Randolph.

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Hell’s Television

If nothing else, reality TV is good for one thing – proving the theory of quantum physics that states that the very act of observation helps to determine what is being observed.

To make this statement even weirder, you need to know that I formed it by watching Gordon Ramsay cook on television.

Ladybug and I enjoy watching him.  And believe me, we understand the peculiarities of the genre.  It’s actually a pet peeve of mine, and sparked this little rant.

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Because I am a giver

This is a little something-something for Laura, the propriotress of Fetch My Flying Monkeys.*

* I originally typed that as “Monkees,” and am now alternately amused and terrorized by the vision of Mickey Dolenz and Davey Jones gliding about the rooftops like Mary Poppins.  They get the strangest looks, indeed.

No, it’s not George.  I haven’t got that kind of pull in the world.  But I can link a website, and this is that website: Dinosaur Comics.  It’s a proven scientific fact that a comic must be awesome if it features a Tyrannosaur calculating how fast he’d need to spin the Earth to levitate a person via magnetism – just to get that person off his couch.  Exhibit A: the Tyrannosaur explains this by yelling, “That’s right, tiny woman, I noticed you hanging out on my couch; it weirded me out and I started doing Math!”

So – you’re welcome.

(Via Zoopraxiscope, who clued me wise with this Dino strip about the odds of the occurance of Batman.  I am truly in his debt.)

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London burning

For days now, as rioters basically own large parts of the city and the contents thereof.  The Prime Minister, who is the unenviable position of watching helplessly while his capital self-immolates, has chosen to emulate Nero and fiddle while it happens:

David Cameron said every action would be taken to restore order, with contingency plans for water cannon to be available at 24 hours’ notice. …

Earlier, he said police had the legal backing to use any tactics necessary to bring the rioting across England under control, including using baton rounds.

A provincial such as myself has trouble with the concept of a Prime Minister having to tell the police that they have the legal backing to end riots.  Were they waiting for permission?  Amazingly, repeated reports suggest that they were: reports that the constables declined to intervene when witnessing beatings and robberies, and told those defending themselves to stand down.

Some folks have gotten sick of that approach, having seen how it tends to encourage bad behavior.  God bless the Turkish Kurds of Hackney (via the Swillers) for standing up to savagery and barbarism.  Not in the way that PM David Cameron would have chosen, perhaps – at least, not publicly:

We have seen the worst of Britain, but I also believe we have seen some of the best of Britain – the million people who have signed up on Facebook to support the police, coming together in the clean-up operations.

Yeah – Facebook.  We’re with you, bobbies!  (Or, not so much. Riddle me this: how many “likes” does it take to actually repel a thrown brick, or douse a Molotov cocktail?)  And like good and loyal thralls, the citizens of England are told not to protect themselves or their property; rather, they are enlisted in the heroic clean-up and repair effort instead.

The lovely S Weasel described the problem quite aptly

This isn’t the first time people in London have burned down their own neighborhoods. The reaction before was to hose them with money and ‘understanding’.

People who make their livings in words and theories and romanticize their power are always gobsmacked (and often yob-smacked as well) when they forget about all the other, more-tangible sources of power, such as curbstomping and gunfire.

This soft approach almost seems instinctive to the modern ruling class: searching for root causes and understanding, buying compliance by retreat and compromise and, increasingly, with actual bribes.  (And this is what they are, no less and no otherwise.)  It was already dubious theory at the outset, and knowing it was motivated by kindness is no comfort.  Far the reverse, in fact: the worst harm is done through a virtue grown monstrous in the absence of a counter-balancing virtue.  And in the end, of course, the virtue one starts with cannot long survive either.  It degrades into a mere habit of action without any thought or virtue behind it.

Thus it is now.  Is it a kindness to those whose businesses and lives are being so blithely smashed?  For that matter, is it even a kindness to the rioters?  Perhaps tens of thousands of them have gotten involved.  Many will be arrested and go to jail; many will be injured, some possibly killed, during the riots, either by the police, fellow rioters, or outraged would-be victims protecting themselves.  It would have been far smarter to deal sternly with the consequences of crime and misbehavior before it became so commonplace and thus unmanageable, and before it descended into such misery and horror for so many.

Any attempt to reconcile the lawless to society is doomed to fail when the lawless lack any motivation to quit their wickedness.  That’s the part of this equation that’s always missing, leading to mayhem as surely as night follows day.  If we’re really serious about being kind and understanding to “disaffected youths” we have to offer them a real alternative.  Calling them “disadvantaged” isn’t enough.  It’s frequently a lie anyway.  Society has given them a life free of penalty for their wilding ways, and subsidized their aimless sloth and casual cruelty: what disadvantage, exactly, do they have under those conditions?

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Around and about the Internets

Sir Robbo has chosen to shut it down over at Llama Butchers, and I hear him on this.

I allegedly hockey-blog at Lighthouse Hockey.  My main contributions have been in commenting and moderating; I do little actual posting of content.  Sometimes, this makes me feel bad, but my cohorts there assure me that it’s not a problem.

So what am I to do when I no longer post at my own blog, as happens from time to time?  I’ve shut one down already, before opening the new digs – back then, my co-blogger wound up doing most of the heavy lifting and I couldn’t countenance doing less than a third of the work at my own place.

Finally I realized the answer was all the way back in my Mark Twain, in Tom Sawyer, and Tom’s great realization through selling the whitewashing privileges to his friends: the moment it becomes work, you have to pay people to do what they would gladly do otherwise for free.  I came back to blogging once it became relaxing again, instead of a chore.  Still, I’m more of a reaction fellow… I can do color commentary, but am not the best play-by-play man, so to speak.  So there will be times I have no content, and other times when I have content sitting in the draft queue for months on end, unfinished.  I’ve come to a certain peace about it.

This read-and-react habit of mine has won me a promotion of sorts from the Czar of Muscovy.  After writing in to the Gormogons about this recent post, they were kind enough to run said letter; now I’m the new head of space flight practical jokes.  Folks on the Supersonic Rocket Ship need not concern themselves closely with this.  The fresh flowers in the arboretum are not about to start squirting water at you, except the Water-Squirting Orchids – but those were already clearly marked.  In fact, my first act under my new title was merely administrative: to wit, neither Sir Robbo nor the Gormogons were showing up in the sidebar, because I had set a link limit of 20, and they were numbers 21 and 22.  This was the sort of foolish oversight that prompted me to write in to HQ in the first place – it’s fixed now, and an old link has been dropped, bringing us to a proper blackjack’s worth of folks to visit.

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Another sign of our times

I am writing this post so the previous post is not the first thing you see on my blog.

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A sign of our times

Via Cara Ellison:

I am writing this tweet just so the previous one isn’t the first one you see on my profile.

Heheheheheh.

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If I gave out Quotes of the Day, this would win it

I mean, the entire column would win, but in particular, I’d like to highlight this gem from Morgan K Freeberg:

People who have chosen not to take a stand, do not have neutral feelings toward others who decide to take the same stand. It’s no different from stopping a mugging, or helping to put out a house fire. You decide to leave well enough alone, someone else decides to do it differently — he makes you look bad, and you hate him for it.

The whole thing is a standout.  I put Peek in the Well into the blogroll for a number of reasons, and one is that Morgan, whom I’ve never met or spoken with, is able to describe my own mental and cultural development better than I can.

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Now we’re really stretching time and space – the Fake GM chronicles

I blew through the overseas exhibitions.  Here’s the first, brief accounts of the Fake Future Panthers in game action.  And you know, I may have a keeper in that kid Sanipass.  It’s early… it’s early.  I’m gonna post this and then work on some of the non-game stuff while I run the in-league exhibition schedule: six games.

PS – I know I’m supposed to be less hockey over here, and more over at Lighthouse Hockey.  To me, though, this isn’t really about hockey.  It’s a work of fiction, with hockey as a medium; but it’s the people who count.  The game’s the thing wherein we catch the conscience of the king.

SEPTEMBER 1-14, 2021

When the games begin in earnest, McGill leans heavily on the youngsters.  The overseas fans naturally want to see the NHL stars, but neither do they want to see their own clubs crushed.  McGill’s compromise is to play primarily those of his players who come from those countries.  Ondra Cerny, for example, starts in net against Praha, and Patrick Sjölund and Nestor Söderqvist get huge cheers in Farjestads.  Otherwise, it’s almost a Rochester Americans barnstorming tour, with Pavel Kiselev facing Mettalurg, and Gary Flynn, Oskar Åberg and Kaj Bergkvist seeing major time against the Elitserien teams.

It’s also a chance for lesser-used Panthers to step into the limelight.  Petteri Wirtanen, the veteran center, starts and takes the first shift of each period again Turku in Finland; and Mike Burk centers the first line at times.  Nathan Horton and Jay Bouwmeester only appear in four games total, three for Bouwmeester (McGill wants his many young defenders to pay strict attention to the Hall of Famer).  Kenndal McArdle is a mere spectator.  Cody Kozack, when he does play, spends much of his time alongside Robson and Zaczyk for example and support, while Anders Henriksson centers Artyem Filatov and Luch Sanipass.

Praha Sp, the Czech league champions, fights the Panthers to a draw; after that Florida begins to demolish the various foreign sides, with Filatov-Henriksson-Sanipass quickly emerging as a dangerous line during the tour.  They aren’t playing pushovers, either.  Every opponent is either the playoff or regular-season champion of their leagues, and several former NHLers are in their ranks.  It is immaterial.  Samuli Laine and John Cyr earn four assists each in a 12-2 laugher over Frölunda.  Coles, Kiselev, and even Don Madden post shutouts.  Henriksson finishes the tour with 4 goals and 8 assists.  But Sanipass, time and again, is the story – the speed of the game hasn’t bothered him at all, and playing against much older men for the first time, he looks as dominant as he did playing against teenagers in juniors.  He finishes the six-game tour with a pair of hat tricks among his ten goals.

Beginner has left McDonough behind in Florida to handle whatever may happen in his absence, choosing to travel with the team and watch all the games himself. He only misses one evening: his birthday.  His wife flies out to meet the team and the two spend a day taking in the Czech countryside.

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