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Monday, June 30, 2008

Barley? Barely! 

Calling all Bloggers! This is a CaptainSQL Code Plaid Food Alert

My daughter will be away for the next month, leaving me with a wide variety of food type ingredients and me with varying knowledge of what to do witht them. I can do something with most of them from noodles through kidney beans. She also left behind a large supply of Goya Barley. Stop laughing. Anyways, I've brewed lotsa beer with malted barley, and enjoy wonderfull mushroom barley soup, which is cold weather food. So c'mon gang, send me your barley recipies. And hopefully something that's palatable in this hot and humid Ohio summer.

I'll also preempt Erica here and note that I could store it with the corn. And thanks in advance for the Cholent recipies, but I don't want to take out my house, as well as a goodly portion of Greater Cleveland.

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Sunday, June 29, 2008

She's Still There 

I've held off the babesearch, mostly because Natasha Fatale came crashing down so badly in April Say Moose and Squirrel, dammit. But also because onlinesearchforchicks has delivered diminshing returns comapred to the last steady girlfriend. It's damn hard in general to find a heimishe maidel if you will, or in the vernacular a girl you can come home to. Funny thing, dad advised me that I have to be able to come home to a woman or I'd be in big trouble. I never knew what he meant until divorce time, when the meaning came flying at me, along with a lot of the pots and pans.

Back in '03 I was getting along nicely with this gal, and then met another and we hit it off a lot better. But that ended. Earlier this year I tried contacting the first one because we did get along well too, and enjoyed spending time with her. I must have contacted her just as her phone was being disconnected and she was moving. Anyways, I found her breathing and available (always positive traits, in my checklist).

More mid-60's Music for you.

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Saturday, June 28, 2008

Party Like It's 1966! 

Here's a good one for a rainy Saturday afternoon.

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Saturday Afternoon Blogging 

Raining now, scotching my nascient hedge-thinning expedition. Still getting tasks together here, after the end of the summer Health Careers program at the local Community College. After coming back from the ending festivities and dinner for that last night was confronted with a hot water tank going on the fritz. Another work from home day waiting for plumbers to replace the old one on Monday. WTF; not going to screw inexpertly with that thing all weekend then have to call one in next week. Save that for sitcoms.

It's still too early for fantasy football.

Speaking of sitcoms, a couple ABC "reality" shows are dutifully trying to mimic Spike TV's Most Extreme Eliminations, one of the all time best. I Survived a Japanese Game Show was pretty good.

I'll get it together. Any day now. Cycling back into on-call the week after next.

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Thursday, June 26, 2008


My first bug. Ever.

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If I can't get to Texas, how's bout Romania?


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Taking the day off tomorrow and it's about time. This after the on-call from heck, and two weeks of transporting my kid downtown to the Community College Medical Program. That gave her a lot of great career guidance but really played hob with my time at work. So many half-asses projects around the house to do this weekend, too. Hedge trimming, martinis, painting, martinis, music, martinis, and of course, martinis. Wish I could be in Baja Oklahoma for the Blown Eyes Blogmeet. It sounds like fun. Also, I may be able to be more discerning in searching for music and video postings, or at least coherent.

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Wednesday, June 25, 2008

More Music 

This one goes out to all you hep cats in Parma!

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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

F*ck the G.O.P. Post 

Well kiddos, it's time for Cappy's periodic F*CK the G.O.P. posting. Looks like of all the sitting judges, all the county prosecutors, commissioners, mayors and councilcritters in Ohio's glorious 88 counties, the GOP can't scratch up even one candidate for Attorney General, even after the Dems handed it to 'em through Pantsboy Marc Dann. Where are those that whined that McCain ain't pure enough? C'mon boy, show us what yer made of!

Speaking of wusses, I note with glee that InformationWeak, actually the journal of Offwhoring and F*ck America and all it's techies has ahem rightsized to 48 pages, the traditional size of MAD Magazine. At least Alfred E. was entertaining and ficticious. Bigmouth shitbag Rob Preston took a leave of absence during this latest fiasco. Now Rob looks, from his picture like the kind of guy that could kick my flabby DBA ass all over the landscape. Fair enuff. But he's not in charge of The Journal of Kicking DBA Ass. He's a pencilpusher who is supposed to serve the Tech industry. So the real question is, Can Robberino kick coding ass? Can he write tight SQL procedures so hard it will make the Optimizer wet it's pants? Huh?

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Monday, June 23, 2008

Too exhausted from the weekend to post much. Lotta adventures yesterday, all frustrating. Meanwhile, enjoy this, if ya still have the strength.


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Saturday, June 21, 2008

Martinis have been applied. Feeling better now. They don't make 'em like this any more.

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Really lethargic last week, taking my daughter to and fro and right back here, and also working. Meeting local sister tonight at the top Martini place for double birthday celebration, hers and mine. Sorry fans, not a millstone birthday, so no flamingoes.

A note to all literary minded readers, the lovely and strange Erin O'Brien will be available on-line only, probably, where fine literature is purveyed, such as on Eirc's or HB's blog. The Cleveland Free Times and Scene, the two alternative nudes-papers are merging. Mainly, alternative to sanity. Don't know if they'll offer Lady O'Brien a column, but keep tuned to the above mentioned blogs for her latest shenanigans. I, CaptainSQL of StanTheManStanStan has spoken!

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Thursday, June 19, 2008

RIP, Wilbur Street 

I didn't know about the passing of Fathers Rights activist Wilbur Street until today. The story of his murder at the hands of a corrupt judiciary is sickening. One of the reasons I started blogging was to log the incidents of my continuing custody problems. Along the way I saw that I was not alone, and in fact did not have it worst of all. Acidman had a much harder time of it. You will seldom hear of the problems of fathers trying to maintain a connection with their kids against the hateful interference of slimy judges.

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Hotdamn! Code reviews is back! Unarmed, unfortunately, but it's a start!

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Sometimes you've gotta roll up the sleeves, pop the hood, and do the damn job yourself. Like last week, when I assigned a pretty simple task to our Indian Subalterns. These guys have been working on a simple program, for which I wrote the SQL (guts of the thing) and handed it off to them, and they're still farting around with the procedural code. Nothing to it. All ya have to do is format the output and away you go. I even offered a non-procedural approach and wrote it, but they have to have the last say.

And I was even sober when I wrote it!

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Just Sayin' 

The summertime shuffle (kid to activity, me to work) is well underway, with predictable nothing else happening, mostly due to no time. Still, no major collapse, which is good.

I don't often post about polly-tix, since many others do that much better and being close to Cleveland and associated People's Republics, it's pretty futile locally. Observing the local nitwits in action (Tim Hagan, Jimmy DiMora, associated scum), shitty local judges (Cuyahoga County Domestic Relations Court, as a hole), and the recent sellout of America by the 5 Jihadis on the Supreme Court, I wonder if you can say we even have government in our major cities. Maybe it's not true all over, but certainly in Cleveland and Detroit the police are intimidated by criminals. How does this happen? The local politicians won't back up the cops. The cycle usually runs this way:

And, of course, now we're gonna get it on a national level. Lawyers all around for terrorists. Threat of indictments against any serviceman or woman doing what they're supposed to do.

So, if a government doesn't protect it's citizens, what is it?

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Saturday, June 14, 2008

Also, this musical post:

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You are Perl. People have a hard time understanding you, but you are always able to help them with almost all of their problems.
Which Programming Language are You?


Here's my late spring/early summer geeky posting. Too bad they didn't have one for PL/1, the Programming Language of the Gods. Received my daughter last week and she's keeping Shabbos very well here. Next week starts her Health Career summer activity, which will keep me busy hopping downtown in the AM then out to the office. I've slowed things down around here pretty well in order to keep up with the frantic pace of said driving downtown. I think she's had a little too much exposure to Scrubs lately.

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What in the name of 

Philo T. Farnsworth is Cappy yammering about now?


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Monday, June 09, 2008

OK. Put away that Alzheimers med, for now.


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Now, to lighten up from the previous post. First of all, mom. She grew up in wonderful, wholesome, good old small town Ohio USA. It was a blessed life.

Now, a musical interlude for Shavous. There's some audio out there somewhere, but can't get the imbed:

I'm spending Hanukkah, in Santa Monica,
Wearing sandals lighting candles by the sea.
I spent Shavuos, in East St. Louis,
A charming spot but clearly not the spot for me. (n.b., it's a dump)

Those eastern winters, I can't endure 'em,
So every year I pack my gear And come out here to Purim.

Rosh Hashona, I spend in Arizona,
And Yom Kippa, way down in Mississippa.

But in Decemba, there's just one place for me.
'Mid the California flora,I'll be lighting my menorah.
Every California maid'll
Find me playing with a dreidl.
Santa Monica, spending Hanukkah by the sea

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Now I have a little more time to do a Yarzheit post for dad. Better type fast. Tornado watch west of here. If you are at Cedar Point, get off that roller coaster!

Dad was a lot older than me, 40 years older. He worked unloading boxcars until he hurt his back, then got to work selling building materials.

Actually, he was a lot older in the historic sense than just 40 chronological years. His family almost starved in WWI when his dad was wounded in the Austro-Hungarian Army and was put up in a Budapest hospital. He came from a different world. I just couldn't understand what he was getting at when I was in school, or why he got so mad when I cut up in Hebrew School, which was always. All that interwar Eastern European (euphemism for raving Jew hatred) shit was gone and I was living the life in the land of Dinah Shore and Howdy Doody. By the time I was 15 I knew all and was convinced he was hopeless. Yes, I was a teenage dumbass.

Only later, when I was in college did he open up about what happened to him in WWII. He was in the Polish Army from the beginning (1939) through the Siege of Breslau, where he was a Noncom in a replacement unit. At that fight the SS held out even after the German surrender because they knew what was coming and deserved all of it. If you have read Maus the story is similar, except he was poorer than Speigelman and had the luck to be handed over to the Russians after being captured by the Germans. Then followed slave labor in Siberia, trying to rejoin a reconstituted Polish Army (Anders), malaria, Central Asia, rejection by said Anders Army, joining the one in the east and a return to Poland. Then a lot of postwar misery until he came to the USA.

I admire the man for shaking off that misery and coming here and building a life. Best of all, me. It was hard to get close to him. Our interests, sports, ages, friends were all very different. I did get an appreciation of Professional Wrestling and The Three Stooges from him. I still don't get Soccer.

He made a narrative video about his life over there about 20 years ago. It bothers me that people shy away from seeing videos like this. I don't mean the general public, but at Temple. Who the fuck are they afraid of pissing off? It's too bad run away from our own history for fear of offending those that would kill us, defend those that would kill us, or cheer those that would kill us. That goes for sleazy politicians too.

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Sunday, June 08, 2008

I hearby award myself the Hank Hill award. Assembled the new office chair fast, fast fast, and passed CCW a month ago.

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A good weekend doing what I do best, nothing. I did manage to bestir myself to attend to more Martinis last night. Candy-at-the-bar was on leave in Montana, but we did have crazydredlockman there, and he was crazy. Also saw Harold and Kumar Escape from Gitmo, inspiring this from it:

Square Root of Three

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun,as 1.7321
Such is my reality
,a sad irrationality
When hark! (hark?)

What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

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Saturday, June 07, 2008

Not much time to blog now. Feeling 100% better and lot's to do this weekend and week. But I do need to post belatedly about D-Day and my father's upcoming Yarzheit.

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Friday, June 06, 2008

Not Feeling So Hot This AM 

So worked from home. Actually, got up and didn't feel 100% (stomach), pulled into work, and promptly turned around. Got quite a bit done, actually but not about to venture forth today. Since being off-call 4 of 5 days haven't been good physically: tired the first 3, yesterday was OK, and then today. Nothing major but it is frustrating.

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Thursday, June 05, 2008

I Thought They Said Lee Melvin 






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Finally had a good night's sleep last night. 6 days until the next thing comes up, with my daughter moving here for the summer. Tough summer. Sports sucks right not. The Indians are being run by the Cuyahoga County Department of Family Service. No hitting allowed. October brings a Chicago visit for a Bar Mitzvah. What chance of a Subway Series there? Of course I hate the White Sox, but like the Cubs. They've been innocuous for eons, anyway. Also, Wrigley Field and environs is one of the coolest places in these United States.

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Tuesday, June 03, 2008

24 hours have passed since I finally slumped in to my favorite bar. As you can tell from the previous posts and lack thereof, boy, did I ever need it. Tommy Bartender was pinch hitting as maitre d, and ambled in now and then to have a look at his Yankees as us normal people waited for the Indians to show up. Looks like the Tribe used it's monthly allocation of hits in yesterdays game. While waiting for said Tribegame we turned our attentions to some mid-'60's artsy-fartsy black and white movie (no pun intended) with Sidney Portier and Anne Bancroft. He was manning (can I say that now?) some suicide hot line and she was going nuts. That got us around to the discussion: who was hotter, Anne Bancroft or Suzanne Pleshette? I think Suzy would have been more fun. Anne Bancroft had a lot more sophisitcated veneer (can I say that too?), one that only a woman that has learned of love at the hands of Mel Brooks can have.

Tommy Barkeep let loose that he's looking to move the wife and Bambino out to the Hinterlands of Solon. That drew a dirty look from Winegirl, she of the P.C. persuasion, probably of the belief that all must go down with the sinking ship of the People's Republic of Cleveland Heights. It also drew a hearty accolade (I can use that one, can't I?) from your's truly, along with the warning that the little rugrat had damn well be perfect. I mean, they kill the imperfect ones in Solon. I mean, it's just not natural that kids that smart kick ass in all sports too.

Too much Kumbiyah on TV now. Don't care about Obama. If we're stupid enough to elect him, you'll have Cleveland as your model for the next four years. And I don't mean the cartoon character on Family Guy.

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Sunday, June 01, 2008

Cannot get away from firefighting on-call this weekend. All night frinite every 2 hours, finishing at 8:00 AM Saturday. Then bright and early this morning. The minute I stick my nose out the door around 12:30, Whammo, paged again!

Fuck all.

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