Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Oh, That's Rather Funny

It's been a very busy day and I have tons of stuff to do but, oh, well.

You know how people are just berserk/whack-job-crazy.   TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP FOAMS-AT-MOUTH TRUMP TRUMP MAKES-SELF-LOOK-REALLY-STUPID crazy.  It's annoying but it's probably a good thing because it's just wearing people out and making the ignorance of the rabid anti-Trumpers really, really public.  Good recent example:  Ocasio-Cortez in New York blathers that unemployment numbers are better because everybody is working more than one job to survive and Liz Warren thinks that it sounds so good that she repeats it amongst her own blather shortly after.  Well, that's not how unemployment numbers are derived, but let that go.  A quick visit to the web site of the Bureau of Labor Statistics web page where they provide government data and lo and behold you find that only 4.9% of the labor force is working more than one job.  Which means that 95.1% of the work force is NOT working more than one job.

Today, people were freaking out over some junk food recalls, including Kraft's Taco Bell cheese dip.  And, in all caps, someone over at a facebook site was TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP LACK OF REGULATIONS WE ALL GONNA DIE!  So I got curious.  The FDA website  has recall info, and I started poking around.  They combine info for human and animal food as well as medicines in their lists and my spot checks for before 2006 didn't find any archived data.  Nor did I find data for 2009 or 2011.  Also, we are more than half way through the year, with only 49 recalls, so I simply used 100 for that.   I'm going to try to remember to go back and revise the figure when the 2018 numbers come out.  But I find a rather funny pattern in the recall numbers vs the year.  I haven't figured out how to lay administration info over this but you probably see what I mean.



Now I have to figure out how to normalize by number of inspections performed. Trouble is, some of the archived data starts at 10/1/2008, the inspection summaries start FY 2006, and I haven't even looked at the USDA site yet.  Maybe I'll just back out of the rabbit hole.  Or stick in the plot of the number of FDA food violation summaries...






Saturday, July 14, 2018

A Recommendation ...

... for Peter Strzok.

DC is chock full of liars.  If you are going to compete with them you need to get much better at it.  In particular, you need to stop smirking while you lie. 


Friday, July 13, 2018

So. I Get A ...

...chemo port.


I'm just hoping no one mistakes it for an alien invasion.


Monday, July 9, 2018

Well, Personally, I Think Trump Should...

...cancel his trip and recall our ambassador to the UK, and do it with a simple message of 3 words: "Sprechen Sie Deutch?"

Monday, July 2, 2018

That Moment You Want To Say "No"...

...but know you can't.

Surgeon: "I'd like to put a needle in to pull out some fluid and see what it looks like."

Me: Silent for several beats.

She says it looks normal but sent it out for culturing.

Sunday, July 1, 2018

And Then...

...I got an infection. I was busy trying to live life as usual, visiting family, playing with granddaughter, etc., and just wished the itching would stop. Came home. Started feeling Not Good. Then More Not Good. Then Bad. And the itching and pain was getting worse, not better. And there was inflamation. So one trip to urgent care, one shot of antibiotics in the arse, one bottle of prescription antibiotics, and orders to call surgeon in the morning later, I'm beginning to feel better. Frustrated as hell because I want to be on the river, but better.

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Two Surgeries In a Week Later...

... It's a more aggressive cancer than they thought and it has spred. I was actually doing fine until today when I just suddenly got so tired I couldn't deal with the gazzillion and one things that I want to do at the house. So after a nap I wandered off and drank beer. Yesterday was spent running hither and thither from one doc to the next. And they all had to poke the incisions and ask me if I had any pain. I didn't until the upteenth person poked the area that's been cut up twice in a week. Yeesh. Stop poking my boo boos!