Showing posts from June, 2019

REPUBLICANS: Unpacking the Misconception Trunk

What do Republicans believe? How can a Republican support Democrat issues?   And, most importantly, why doesn't Republican leadership fall in line with what average Republicans believe or vice-versa?  It's an interesting topic given the current division between the two major parties. Let's take a stab at defining Republican basics.  My personal perspective as a Republican may not align with yours, and I tend to swing to the left on some issues, ergo it's natural that we all won't agree. To begin with, just because a conclusion appears true, it does not mean the argument is valid. Association fallacy runs rampant online and in real life. Premise: A is a B Premise: A is also a C Conclusion: Therefore, all Bs are Cs Typical logic fallacy: Trump is Republican. Trump is also an asshole. Therefore, all Republicans are assholes.   You've likely heard this fallacy argued down as "not all X are Y". Let's do away with association fallacy

HOME DELIGHTS: Parmesan Crusted Tilapia

Tilapia is my second-favorite fish, with catfish taking priority. Give me fish or give me death - though I suspect these bottom-feeders will be the death of me.   There are a variety of similar recipes found online. The closest I've found to is it from Taste & Tell. " This Parmesan Crusted Tilapia is a simple fish recipe that is done in 20 minutes and will even impress non-fish lovers! "   Taste & Tell Parmesan Crusted Tilapia This tasty recipe takes very little time to prepare and bake, and it isn't weighed down by heavy thick batter.  You can substitute another white fish.  I wasn't fond of the seasonings with cod but it's nummy on flounder.  Gruff's Parmesan Crusted Tilapia 1 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese 2 teaspoon s paprika 1 tablespoon chopped parsley or 2 teaspoons dry parsley leaf 1/4 teaspoon salt  1/4 teaspoon onion powder 1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil 4 tilapia fillet, defrosted or fresh lemon j

COLBERT: Online Knitters Stand Up To White Supremacy

While I realize some of my younger webpanions will see this as a violation of the First Amendment, it's prudent to note that privately owned websites and forums allow or prohibit topics per their own whims. We agree to their authority when we first make our account; the Terms of Service (ToS) tells us what rights we wave when we become a member. Without further ado: Thank you, Mr. Colbert. We need to root out racism regardless of where it seeks safe harbor.

ZEPHYR: old but not moldy

We thought this was Zephyr's last day. He's become rail thin yet he wasn't giving any outward signs of suffering.  Sure, he's blind and deaf, and his nose droops because he hasn't any teeth.  To us, that's not a reason to euthanize a family member, especially one that has been part of our family since 2000. Off we went to Dr K.  "Old dogs are thin," Dr K reassured us.  He found a heart murmur (graded at a 4) that wasn't present a month ago but even this wasn't sound reason.  "Is he eating?" Is he eating? Holy cow!  This wild Iggy learned his new schedule and begins whining Feed Me Seymour antics if we run late. "Yes, eagerly," I reply. We shrugged at Dr K and he shrugged back.  He wouldn't think poorly of us if we decided to euthanize but he also wouldn't think poorly of us if we took the old dog home.  Zephyr could have a week, or a month, or six months.  It's impossible to tell. We left fe

WAR OF THE WORLDS: or why cicadas are assholes

Ever wonder what Ohio sounds like during the summer? Look no further than the classic War of the Worlds . The lower thrum and high pitched buzz (minus the intermittent warble and blaster fire) drone on from sunrise to dusk out here, and are somewhat reminiscent of this movie's sound effects.  I know I've made references to this movie (and the remake) before.  It was only March of last year that I ran nostalgic (nostalchick?) about War of the Water Towers (or how Big Things with More Than Two Legs scare the shit out of Humanity's offspring ). My mind probably wouldn't have drudged up these these movies again were it not for the cicadas. The Ohio Valley is cicada wonderland.  My own little town, cradled by tree-filled hills and pressed against the Ohio River's western shore, provides a critter haven for things that walk, swim, or fly. They, like us humans, probably wish a prompt extinction to all cicada kind.  It's not hard to imagine a young