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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In yesterday’s post I men­tioned that you could run on the track both Fri­day and Sat­ur­day. I only showed you Friday’s results. That is because there were no Sat­ur­day results for me.

Back in 1991 the Miata wasn’t the cen­ter of our uni­verse, that didn’t hap­pen for a few more years. We were still into bicy­cling pretty big and the Miata was just a really sporty means to trans­port our bikes. So on Sat­ur­day morn­ing, instead of dri­ving around Roe­bling Road Race­way, Donna and I met up with the Coastal Bicy­cle Tour­ing Club and rode 50 miles with a half dozen or so folks. We met at a Park N Ride lot off I-95 north­west of Savan­nah and rode to Bluffton to eat lunch at the famous Squat & Gob­ble, then rid­ing back along the same route.

When the 1991 Miata National Event was through on Sun­day morn­ing the last thing we did was drive to a closed shop­ping cen­ter where a pro­fes­sional pho­tog­ra­pher got up on the roof and took a group por­trait. I don’t think every car that was at the event made the trip to get pho­tographed, but a vast major­ity did. I count 100 cars in the pic­ture above. The first row con­sists of one car of each color the Miata was avail­able in then (they had just added sil­ver and British Rac­ing Green in 1991.) We got to the photo spot fairly early, but they took one look at our car and told us we would have to wait until every­one else arrived before we would be lined up. They didn’t want us to spoil the Miata aesthetic.

Our crime was a bike rack on the back of the car with two bicy­cles stick­ing up. Click on the top photo and it will enlarge, where if you look at the last row where the round look­ing tree is, there is a gap because no one wanted to park right behind our blue car…

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Fun eh

One of the Donna’s Cana­dian Cousins is in the Royal Cana­dian Mounted Police Pipe Band which marched in this year’s New York City St. Patrick’s Day Parade. It snowed.

Parade was not too long, only took 75 min to com­plete, it was the 3 hrs stand­ing around in the hold­ing area before march­ing off that was tough. But man­aged to make it. It’s been a long time since I last marched in a snowstorm.

Cousin John is a big guy and because of that he is in the back row, smack in the mid­dle of the band’s offi­cial trip photo (Cau­tion! 1.5M in size) taken in front of the UN after they had given a con­cert there.

Chocolate House

Chocolate  House

One of the open shelves in the new kitchen, the one above the stove, will have a cou­ple of neat old metal cars in it. One of which reminded us of an VW bus we had back on Guam when we were first mar­ried. We got out the old photo albums look­ing for a suit­able pic­ture of us to add to the shelf. We found one of us stand­ing near said bus, but for a cou­ple of rea­sons, one of which would be that I’d have to explain what is hap­pen­ing, we didn’t want to use it. So we found this one of us taken on our wed­ding day by one of our wit­nesses just out­side the cour­t­house where we tied the knot and thought it might do nicely.

No, that is not the cour­t­house we are stand­ing in front of, it is the Choco­late House in the Plaza de Espana, which con­sists of a cou­ple of build­ing still stand­ing of the Span­ish Governor’s house from the 1600’s.

Paisano Pete

Paisano Pete

The final cab­i­net (the 24″ Drawer Base replace­ment) arrived Wednes­day after­noon. Donna pulled the duty of com­ing home and wait­ing for this piece see­ing as I had done it on Tues­day for the 3 wan­der­ing cab­i­nets. Those showed up in a Lowe’s branded truck han­dled by Lowe’s employ­ees in Lowe’s red vests.

This sin­gle piece, like the major por­tion of the order before it, arrived in the back of a Bud­get Rental truck manned by folks in jeans and tees. At least the first bunch found the house fine. For this guy I had to talk him in like a stew­ardess land­ing a jumbo jet after the pilot has had a heart attack. Even with me guid­ing him he still made a wrong turn and 5 min­utes later after not see­ing my next land­mark had to make a u-turn.

We were sup­posed to be stop 5 accord­ing to the dis­patcher, but this guy must have skipped #4 because Donna said that he had to climb over a bunch of boxes to get to our one item. He then nearly dropped it while mov­ing it around in the truck. But even­tu­ally the cab­i­net made it in to our garage and in spite of all my imag­ined sce­nar­ios of what could have been wrong with it, it was fine.

Donna then had to call his next deliv­ery appoint­ment (pos­si­bly #4) and find out where she was, so Donna could direct the truck dri­ver. He claimed his GPS was bro­ken, but judg­ing by appear­ances we think that maybe he just didn’t know how to oper­ate one.

Barn Cats

Nearly a decade ago, here in Our Fair City, the town had 31 life-size fiber­glass horses done up by arti­sans and dis­played at var­i­ous busi­nesses. At the end of a time period they were auc­tioned off to raise money for some cause. There are about a third of them still vis­i­ble around.

Now, this year it is 28 cats, about 3 times scale, that are get­ting the same treat­ment. We went down­town today to pho­to­graph as many as we could. I think we man­aged to snag about half of them. And unfor­tu­nately most are behind store­front win­dows and are hard to pho­to­graph with­out dis­tract­ing reflec­tions detract­ing from the image.

When we talked with one cat sit­ting busi­ness we dis­cov­ered that not only would the cats be auc­tioned off at the end to raise money, the busi­ness had to bid on the priv­i­lege of host­ing the painted cat. We also dis­cov­ered why the cats were uni­ver­sally inside the busi­ness instead of out­side like the horses were. Because they are a lot smaller, and con­se­quen­tially lighter, they would be easy for a nefar­i­ous indi­vid­ual to take a cat home and the busi­ness would have to pay $5k for the loss.

The cam­era store had 2 in their win­dow, so we went in to try and get a shot sans reflec­tion when we noticed Santa sit­ting there just wait­ing for some lit­tle kids to have their photo taken with him. We chat­ted with him for a bit and he asked, so we agreed.

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Happy Thanksgiving

Skaneateles

We went to watch polo this after­noon and took along the new guy at work. The weather was per­fect, sunny and low 70’s and the game was awe­some. It was the finals in an 8 Goal* Tour­na­ment and after 5 of the 6 chukkers the score was tied 7–7. The final ended up being Skaneate­les 12, Hutchin­son Farms 9. Vaughn grew up around horses, but had never seen polo, so he had a great time. We couldn’t have asked for a bet­ter game either, usu­ally when we go to a polo match we are lucky to see 10 goals scored total.

*The goal total is not an indi­ca­tion of how many goals the team should score but a player handicapping/ranking sys­tem.

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