Lighter Fare

I had multiple entire posts worth of links, but have decided that there is little-to-nothing I can say that hasn’t been said about Ferguson, MO, or the phony-baloney indictment against Governor Rick Perry.

The “gentle giant” Michael Brown is turning out to be a violent thug who absolutely didn’t have his hands up when he was shot. Also, I am beginning to suspect that last night’s breakout of gunfire is someone’s frustration that the victimhood lobby’s case is falling apart.

Also, I expect that in short-order, some leftist prosecutor will charge Rand Paul with a hate-crime for once rolling his eyes in the presence of a black person so that the Democratic Party can just claim that all the 2016 Republican candidates are under indictment for something and discount having to talk about/to them.

In the non-news department, I went through my hard drive and found a resume that I whipped up back in 2008 when I was contemplating quitting my job because of a severe disagreement with my boss at the time. I took what I could from that and wrote up a whole new one to take with me to my job interview today.

Trying to fit your employed life onto one sheet of paper is difficult. The last time I seriously wrote up a resume (1999), employers wanted to know everything about you except your blood type. Nowadays, they seem to want to know very little about you until you get to your second or third interview. Also, from what I can glean from the intarwebz, the M-O these days is to feed your resume into their computer and whomever was clever enough to get the most buzzwords onto the page gets the first once-over to see if they can show up on time.

I’ll be leaving my house 90 minutes before the scheduled interview time to make a 30 minute drive to a place in an industrial park I have driven past numerous times. I’ll be taking my boots, welding hood and heavy cotton shirt with me in case they want to put me through a welding test. I may even smile a few times, so I’ve been practicing.

In other non-news, a serious question: What the hell is it with your early 40’s and listening to the music of your teens? I can’t seem to get out of my 80’s/90’s Rush mix folder for the life of me.

A large number of Rush fans like to pretend that the band put no albums out between 1986 and 2001, but I’ve never been that way, and for the past ten to fourteen days, that is the only folder I can deal with. Before that, it was 80’s BritPop.

And now, in the hope that I can “spread the wealth around”…enjoy

If you don’t know what the Spandau Ballet is, you should go below the fold and learn your new thing for the day.

Also

I chose the moniker “The Analog Kid” for my early days of blogging because the song was a decent fit. “Tom Sawyer” was/is probably a better fit, but with the name also being a major literary character, some folks likely wouldn’t have gotten the Rush fan reference, so I chose the other one.

After WWII the Allies prosecuted Nazi’s during the trials at Nuremburg. They housed the prisoner Nazi’s at Spandau Prison. Since there were such a large number of Nazi’s found guilty (because they were genocidal bastards), and the punishment for the vast majority of them was hanging, there were quite a large number of Nazi’s that got hanged.

You can’t do that one at a time, it would take years. So they hung them in groups. When you hang someone, they don’t just fall like a dead fish at the end of a rope, they twitch and flail about a bit while they choke to death with their broken neck. The guards at Spandau Prison would call that twitching and flailing “The Spandau Ballet.”

I have often won “Most Bad Ass Band Name” contests at parties with that one. Nothing competes with joking about hanged twitching Nazis by the dozen.