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Today on Tommy T’s Can’t Even – Runaway muse edition

Hi, folks – taking a break this week. Combination of nothing new in Freeperville (besides the inevitable crowing that The Darnold was all alone in that G20 pic because he’s better than everyone else there and they’re just jealous) and general fed-upness.

Speaking of fed up, here’s the surf and turf portion (broccoli was still steaming) of last night’s dinner.

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Congratulations – my contribution to First Draft has now turned into a bad Facebook page.

There’s an APB out on my muse, and hopefully they’ll find her before she gets a new identity and a plane ticket to Fiji.

If only I’d gotten a comment on my last post……..

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Playin’ around in Playacar

As promised last week, pics of previous trips to the Iberostar Quetzal in Playa Del Carmen. Some pics from this trip next Monday,  then back to the depths of Hell  Free Republic.

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Today on Tommy T’s mundane musings – the invisible man

Well, good people, I actually saw the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen on Facebook this week.

A wingnut in one of my political discussion groups actually replied to a liberal poster by calling him a “Commie”.

For reals.

Habit, I guess.

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I’m thinking that he didn’t get the memo from The Darnold that red “commies” are the new black.

One more random musing, as Freeperville is still pretty boring (although I did save a thread about their former hero Paul Ryan’s town hall which was pretty amusing).

The Invisible Man

Being a bass guitarist is like being the invisible man of the band. The guitarists get all the attention, the drummers get all the women, and you get the bar tab. Bassists seem to compensate for this in several ways. Some jump all around in an attempt to be noticed (see Flea), some retreat even further into the shadows (see Entwistle), and some overplay (see me).

But do you know something? Without the bass line, the song falls apart. The rhythm stops. The guitar noodling with no sub-strata to hold it up just sounds like some guy practicing scales,  and the kick drum sounds like a petulant ex kicking the door to be let in.

And if your removal from the band’s sound doesn’t do this, you’re not doing your part as a bassist. Your contribution has to be just that – a contribution. Not a dull drone or a kick drum with a note attached to it, but an integral part of the sound.

If it’s not, you may as well just sell your shit and buy a motorcycle.

(bonus Musing below)

Tech Support Humour

Years ago, at my first tech support job, there was a Supervisor who had that obnoxious “You’ve got mail” .wav file tagged to his Outlook incoming mail event.

Fifty times a day. “You’ve got mail!” “You’ve got mail!” “You’ve got mail!” “You’ve got mail!” “You’ve got mail!” “You’ve got mail!”

I was pretty fed up after a week of this, and the next time there was a Supervisors meeting, I went to his machine, unlocked it with my Admin password, and replaced that event sound with one I had brought from home – the sound of someone violently projectile-vomiting.  It was in stereo, and so well-recorded that you could hear the secondary splatter and chunks falling from the wall after the initial – um, surge.

Then I turned the sound card volume up all the way, and removed the volume control icon from the systray. I went to several of the techs on the floor and had them prepare innocuous emails to the Supervisor and not send them until they saw him come through the door to the floor after the meeting.

He did, and they did. Puzzlement on his face turned to revulsion which turned to anger, which turned to horror when he realized that the puking and splattering that filled the air was coming from his machine. Panic when he was unable to mute the volume, and desperation as he yanked the speaker leads out of the back of the computer.

As Tech Sargent Chen from Galaxy Quest always says:

“It’s the simple things in life you treasure.”

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Today on Tommy T’s Mundane musings -Tape Doesn’t Lie!

Well, folks, the Freeperati still haven’t realized that they’ve been Don-conned, so I have this fond memory for you :

Back in my studio engineer days I had a guy come in with a karaoke tape he wanted to sing along to (first one I’d ever seen).

Horrible little low-fi cassette, with his vocals on our good U47 mike laid over it.Okay.

It’s his money.

Then this guy, who is loaded up with bling, proceeds to dance around in the vocal booth. Really. Big moves and all. Like he’s doing a music video.

The bling’s clinking and clanking, his polyester outfit’s whooshing and zzziping like a bedsheet in a whirlwind every time he moves his arms up to frame his face, it’s all being sucked up by the microphone, and since I have to put a ton of compression on him (because he’s dancing around and moving sideways away from, and toward the mic) all the noise he’s making is as loud as his voice (which isn’t very). At several points he spins around, which means that he’s singing at the rear Auralex sound-absorbing wall instead of toward the mike.

Between verses, he’s smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and sucking air through his teeth. I can hear the studio owner and a visitor laughing in the next room through the open side door to the control room.

Finally, the guy finishes after several stopped takes, and comes into the control room for the playback. I’m waiting for the explosion – ” What is all that noise?? I don’t sound like that!!” (this is the common reaction of someone actually hearing themselves for the first time on tape, and it doesn’t sound anything like it does when they’re singing in the shower or along with the stereo)

He slaps me on the back and tells me he’s very happy that I captured the essence of his personality.

Tape doesn’t lie.

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Today on Tommy T’s random musings…

OK guys – I told you that funny stuff at Freeperville is getting harder and harder to find.

Now, it appears to have vanished completely.

I’m taking a unavoidable break from “Obsession” for a while, and am instead gonna subject you to random musings from my Facebook page. Take that.

Oops.  Posted one from last May accidentally.   Here’s a different one:

Today – Nuclear fearmongering, and a modest proposal

I see a lot of hysterical gobspatter over the Iran Nuclear Treaty.

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You know what?

GIVE the Iranians some of OUR nukes.

Go ahead. They’ll come to the same realization that every nuclear power has – that the things are fucking worthless.

Why?

You can’t use them.

They’re hideously expensive tinkertoys that serve no offensive military purpose, other than to try to keep someone (like Israel in this case) from nuking YOU.

 

I’m about as worried about Iran launching an ICBM they don’t have (with a nuclear warhead they don’t have on it) at us as I am of a plane crashing on my house.

Actually, less, as there is a one-in-fifty-million chance of the plane crash.

 

So – let’s say Iran does have nuclear weapons. Weapons they don’t dare launch because the retaliatory strike will make a crater where Tehran used to be, before their missile even lands. See? You can’t USE the damned things.

 

But –but – what about nuclear terrorism?

 

What if Iran slips some of those nuclear weapons they don’t have to a terrorist group?

 

Allow me to introduce you to a term : “Nuclear forensics”.

What does it mean?

It means that there is NO SUCH THING as an anonymous/untraceable nuclear device.

 

If the nuclear device the terrorists don’t have was exploded, and the forensics results pointed to Iran – well – see above.

 

Even if Iran did have a nuclear device, the LAST thing they would do is to give it to someone who would be stupid enough to use it.

 

So – let’s give them some of OUR nukes. They need something non-productive to spend their money on maintaining and guarding.

 

 

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Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – “Dave’s not here” edition

Good morning, gentle people.

Many thanks to the thousands that read First Draft’s special on the debate!

I’m taking a week off to go and recharge my batteries   This wonderful place in Nacogdoches looks like just the place to do it.

Jude asked me (on the book of faces) if it was full of roaches, and I do intend to stand on the stage  where The Four Nightingales became The Marx Brothers.  Steve Simels – if you’re reading this, I’ll bring back some pics.

As for the place Barbara and I are holing up for the next four days, take a peek :

 

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See you good people one week from today!

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Today on Tommy T’s obsession with the Freeperati – dry hole edition

Well, it finally happened, folks –  this week, there isn’t one single current Freeper thread of any entertainment value.  Not one.

The usual Cruz vs. Trump supporter vitriol, but I’ve already done a dozen plus posts on that subject, and the arguments are just repeating themselves now.

So – in a distressing (to me, anyway) trend of personal, non-Freeper posts, I’ll just add:

A Tale Of Two Shitties!

In the 80’s, I worked for Marshall Field and Company (the famous Department Store) in the Dallas Galleria location.

At that time, Marshall Field was a purveyor of high-end merchandise and clothing, providing boutique lines of merchandise and superior customer service.

However, Marshall Field was sold by BATUS to Dayton-Hudson, which also owned Target.

That’s when the fun began.

 

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Taking a little break – back next Monday

Hi, good people! I’ve been trying to take a week off for several weeks now, but current events forbade.

Since not much (other than the Bundy Bunch all getting jailed, and we’ll get to that next Monday) has happened this week, my being a lazy bastard plan is in full effect.

In the meantime, please enjoy this pic of the Brillo-beast, and know that she whimpers for joy.

Come to think of it, she whimpers all the time (I thought she had been abused when we first got her from rescue), so it’s not that big a deal.

 

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What goes into creating an “Obsession” post

Hi, good people! Ms. A has given me permission to take a mental health day (week). Here’s what prompted it:

In the middle of a “Kill all the ragheads” thread (which is about all there is on Free Republic lately):

To: robowombat

You can kill them, you can bomb them, you can even nuke them, but until the magic space rock in Mecca is turned into a sizzling pile of oozing glass, there will always be more of them.

13 posted on 11/18/2015, 11:43:24 PM by tcrlaf (They told me it could never happen in America. And then it did….)

Another Freeper tried to point out that this is making common cause with daesh, but nobody noticed or responded to him :

To: tcrlaf
“but until the magic space rock in Mecca is turned into a sizzling pile of oozing glass, there will always be more of them.”

Actually that’s what ISIS wants, they think it represents Idolatry, instead of “true” Islam.

14 posted on 11/18/2015, 11:44:40 PM by dfwgator

That’s when I realized that I just couldn’t do it this week.

Here’s why:

The posts you see every Monday morning take from 1.5 to 3 hours to compose (and debug/edit spacing and fonts), but that’s not the hard part.

The hard part is wading through the muck in the first place.

I browse Freeperville every other day or so. It’s a target-rich environment, and my trouble is not finding stupidity, but having to read so much of it to select the little nuggets you see here on First Draft. Selecting the threads is only the first step. Now I have to read up to 1,000 comments on each one.  All of them. Then I select the comments I’m going to use, and in which order. This means reading them again. Then, and only then, I can start assembling the post.

Some days I do it with a smile on my face, some days I just sit here, jaw agape like a Tex Avery Bulldog, trying to fathom how these people can even exist. Last week I had one of the Bulldog days.

I’ll be back next Monday, even if it means mining some old threads for fool fodder. Perhaps in the intervening week, the Freepers will have moved on from wanting to nuke Mecca to wanting to nuke Belgium.

 

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The fall of the Flying Cloud, and Captain Burke’s dream

Something a little different this week – just to show that there are things I can write about that aren’t Freeper-oriented:

Back in the 90s, I only had one vacation dream – to go on a Windjammer Barefoot Tour.

This company had a small fleet of tall ships, and they weren’t the kind of place to wear a tux for dinner.

They were the kind of cruise where they had a “Pirate Night”, and you weren’t really sure if they were play-acting.

They were the kind of ships that had all the passengers moon the “Foo-foo ships” as they sailed past the 15-deck-high  monstrosities, fire the windjammer’s signal cannon at them as a literal parting shot, then repair to the deck bar for a rum swizzle or ten.

They were the kind of ships that could cozy up to islands and coves that the cruise ships couldn’t get within a nautical mile of.

But before I could scrape up the cash, two things happened:

The S.V. Fantome four-master from the fleet was lost with all crew in a hurricane, and suddenly, you couldn’t book online any more.

I didn’t know it, but the founder, Captain Burke, had retired and left his kids to run the business – into the ground.

And they did – with a vengeance.

The Flying Cloud:

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And if that wasn’t bad enough, Captain Burke’s marvelous, whimsical, outrageous Florida home castle burned to the ground (he was in a nursing home by then)

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After:

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The story of how it all came tumbling down is here:

(a long read, but SO worth it!)

This story had everything.  A far beyond colourful patriarch, scheming brothers and sisters, draining of company coffers for personal use – a true-life “Dallas” series with tall ships instead of oil wells. Someone should really make this story into a movie.

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The takeaway?

Dunno.

All flesh is grass?  Best laid plans of mice and men? Preen over that house/car/wardrobe as much as you like – in 50 years (or less) it’ll all be gone, either crumbled to ashes, or sold to someone who neither knows nor cares to know about you?

Or the old standby – entropy increases.

But damn, it must have been fun while it lasted!

(footage below is of the S.V. Fantome before the hurricane sank it)

My humble apologies – the footage below was taken on the Fantome’s sister ship, the S.V. Polynesia, which was sold several times after the dissolution of Windjammer Barefoot Cruises.

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Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – Dave’s not all here edition

Sorry, people – no post this week.

I’m on some industrial-strength antibiotics, and brain is too muzzy/fuzzy to do anything more complicated than a Facebook post.

Back with the Freeper thing next Monday.

For now:

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Today on Tommy T’s obsession with the Freeperati – Dave’s not here edition

Hi all – Barbara and I are enjoying Playa Del Carmen, where the smartest thing anybody has ever done occurred – they restricted all buildings to three stories or less.

If I wanted to go to a 24-story glass-and-steel monstrosity and have drunk college kids throw up down my back, I’d go to the Doubletree during Texas-OU weekend.

See you guys in a week or so! I’ll enjoy waking up to the sounds of the howler monkeys that live in the rain forest center of the resort.

They’ll probably make more sense than the Freeperati, and certainly throw their feces less.

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Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – Cheesy Burgher in Paradise edition

Morning, everyone!

Barbara and I are currently cooling our heels in Playa Del Carmen at an AI that stands alone in not paving the jungle over –the Iberostar Quetzal !

Instead of vast expanses of marble and concrete, they built around the jungle in a U-shape, leaving the center full of Agouti, Coatamundi, peackocks, flamingos, Swans, iguanas, and several famalies of howler monkeys. I

t’s like walking through a zoo, only the animals roam freely to look at the amusing people.

Combine that with an incredibly intelligent long-term planning decision by Playa Del Carmen to prohibit buildings taller than three stories (and a perfect white sand rockless beach), and you have a pretty nice place to hang out for a couple of weeks.

Enjoy some pics (below the fold) from previous trips :

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Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – Cheesy Burgher in Paradise edition

Morning, everyone!

Barbara and I are currently cooling our heels in Playa Del Carmen at an AI that stands alone in not paving the jungle over –the Iberostar Quetzal !

Instead of vast expanses of marble and concrete, they builtaround the jungle in a U-shape, leaving the center full of Agouti, Coatamundi, peackocks, flamingos, Swans, iguanas, and several famalies of howler monkeys. I

t’s like walking through a zoo, only theanimals roam freely to look at the amusing people.

Combine that with an incredibly intelligent long-term planning decision by Playa Del Carmen to prohibit buildings taller than three stories (and a perfect white sand rockless beach), and you have a pretty nice place to hang out for a couple of weeks.

Enjoy some pics (below the fold) from previous trips :

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