Sturgeon’s Law

Ninety Per­cent Of Every­thing Is Crap

Derived from a quote by sci­ence fic­tion author Theodore Stur­geon, who once said, “Sure, 90% of sci­ence fic­tion is crud. That’s because 90% of every­thing is crud.” Oddly, when Sturgeon’s Law is cited, the final word is almost invari­ably changed to ‘crap’.

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On The Beach In Puerto Rico

Beach Scene

Donna and her fam­ily lived on Puerto Rico for a cou­ple years in the late 60’s because her dad was a sea plane pilot fly­ing a Grum­man Goose for Antilles Air Boats. The fam­ily would often take advan­tage of the nearby beaches. Here is a photo show­ing Donna, her sis­ter Sandy, fam­ily friend Frank and big brother Steve play­ing in the sand. What’s that in front of them, did they build a sand cas­tle? No, wait a minute, that’s lit­tle brother Scott’s head, they’ve buried the poor kid alive.

I know they dug him up before the ride came in or crab plucked his eye balls out because we vis­ited him and his fam­ily in Wash­ing­ton state back in July of this year.

I Sprained My Blogging Muscle


I’ve got/had a bunch of sto­ries I kinda want to write about, but can’t seem to get them from my head to the key­board, so I’m going to start small:

When I fin­ished my rollerblad­ing route this evening I remem­bered that there was sup­posed to be a par­tial solar eclipse today. It was sched­uled to start in our area about 5:30 and con­tinue until sun­down when there would be 40% of the sun’s face cov­ered by the shadow of the moon. It was already after 6:00 PM and the sun was already so low in the sky that because of our tree filled neigh­bor­hood, I had no clear view. The “photo” above was taken from in my dri­ve­way and shot through the big mag­no­lia in the yard across the street.

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Not My Photo

That is all that sep­a­rates us ple­beian I-95 dri­vers from those that are will­ing to pay extra to travel in the Express Lanes in the cen­ter of Miami. The lanes run for about 10 miles from cen­tral Miami to Exit 12, Miami Gar­dens Drive. What they have done is take two exist­ing lanes and seg­re­gate them from the other 4 or 5 with plas­tic poles and charge your Sun­Pass device 75¢ to $1.50 for the priv­i­lege of rid­ing in these spe­cial lanes. Trou­ble is that dur­ing busy times, and I saw a cou­ple of them last week, these “express” lanes are no bet­ter than the reg­u­lar lanes.

About the time I was watch­ing a car squeeze through two of these poles to go from the Express Lanes to the reg­u­lar ones dur­ing Fri­day evening rush hour, the Pur­ple Whale was pass­ing through the 49,000 mile mark on his odometer.

Like A Virgin, Touched For The Very First Time

Every Thurs­day for the last few months Donna’s sis­ter Sandy, her hus­band Paul and Paul’s mother Dot­tie have had a masseuse come to their house to give each one of them a mas­sage. Because Sandy & Paul are in Miami right now leav­ing Donna and I to “babysit” 99-year old Dot­tie, Donna took Sandy’s place and I got Paul’s spot.

Back in the day when I was cycling a lot, a few of the guys in the bicy­cle club swore that after doing a long ride a mas­sage was just the ticket to work out the kinks. After every Aiken Bicy­cle Club’s yearly cen­tury rides and at most other 100 mile fund raiser rides offered by other cycling clubs there was a masseuse avail­able. I was only mildly curi­ous as to what a mas­sage would accom­plish, plus I’m kinda cheap, so I never took advan­tage of the offer.

As pay­ment for our “babysit­ting”, Dot­tie offered to pay, so I was finally get­ting that mas­sage and I wouldn’t have to ride a bicy­cle 100 miles to get it. This was noth­ing like the 20 minute long con­cen­trate on the legs post cen­tury mas­sage though, but a full 1-hour deep tis­sue mas­sage. Well, what did I think? It was not unpleas­ant. It was not the be all to end all in mus­cle relax­ation either.

It is eight hours later and I still feel a lit­tle beat up in a few places. Maybe it is because Kelly used the same amount of pres­sure on me, a clas­sic ecto­morph that she uses on Paul, who is more of a meso­morph and 30 pounds heav­ier. Or maybe I am just like Mac from that old Charles Atlas body build­ing ad that was on the inside back cover of the comic books of my youth.

Trailering the Purple Whale


Donna flew down last Sun­day to spend some more time with her sis­ter. I drove the Sonata down to Florida yes­ter­day. This is a cou­ple of firsts (for a while) as we can’t really remem­ber the last time Donna flew on a com­mer­cial air­plane* with­out me sit­ting next to her and the first time we have spent more than 5 nights apart since 1983. This is also the first time I’ve dri­ven that far with­out her sit­ting next to me since way back when we first knew each other back in 1976.

Kids, don’t try this at home, some­where on I-95 I caught up to a shiny trailer haul­ing who knows what and thought that maybe I should take one hand off the steer­ing, root around in the cen­ter con­sole, find my cam­era, pull it out and press some but­tons while dri­ving at 80 MPH.

*She did fly on a cou­ple of mil­i­tary hops to visit me once while I was on Guam before her (back in 1976 too.)

Bloody Moon

Bloddy Moon

I got up slightly early this morn­ing to go out and see the “Blood Moon.” Because of the total eclipse of the moon by the Earth’s shadow it appears red­dish in color. I left the house so I was prob­a­bly the first cus­tomer of the day at the local DD. With my cup of cof­fee I started head­ing west hop­ing to find a high spot with a good sight line of the moon as it set. I tried a cou­ple of spots, but couldn’t find the right com­bi­na­tion. at this point the moon was still high enough in the sky that it was easy to see no mat­ter where you were. As I drove along and the Earth’s shadow crept across the moon’s face it didn’t look very red. When I stopped just after the eclipse reach total­ity I rolled down my tinted win­dow and Boom!, the moon was red.

Try­ing to hand hold a zoomed in shot of the Earth’s satel­lite, even with the cam­era braced against the car roof, means you are going to get what you see above. The two hor­i­zon­tal streaks are a set of power lines that got in the frame.

Now That’s Scary

Black SoxIt is that time of year again. There are bright orange pump­kins for sale every­where. Place a large whole one on your porch for dec­o­ra­tion or place a small one on the din­ing room table as a cen­ter piece. Or cut one up and make a pie 9don’t for­get to bake the seeds for a deli­cious sea­sonal snack. Or of course you could carve that sucker up into a jack-o-lantern.

Every year the Valve Store™ has a lit­tle pump­kin carv­ing con­test and every year I think I’ll carve some­thing up to enter, but my artis­tic imag­i­na­tion is far supe­rior to my artis­tic carv­ing abil­ity. One time I did make a Miata-O-Lantern, but not in time to enter in the con­test. This year it will be dif­fer­ent, I’ve got the per­fect idea, the FRS logo.

There won’t be many employ­ees who think it is scary, well except for the three Red Sox fans I know of…