Friday, August 01, 2003


SO I just discovered the Internet Anagram Server and confirmed that my name (my actual given name, Kathleen Sherrod, not the nickname of Kate) is an anagram of NOR A THRESHED ELK as well as LETS HONK A HERDER, HE'D HORN A KESTREL, A HELD THORN REEKS and much, much more.

Using my common, ordinary, YHB name, I get (among others): A HORDE TREKS, A HERD STROKER, ADHERE STORK, HEAD STROKER (!), HE'S ROT RAKED (Scooby Doospeak for "he's wearing clothes"), DARKEST HERO (hey, I really like that one!), OH DEAR TREKS, HE'S OK RETARD, TREAD KOSHER (!)... the list goes on and on and on, and I've just picked the ones I think are funny.

So, when a horde treks a herd stroker, tread kosher.


So, wow. About an hour and a half ago, I sold a cowboy hat to Robert Heinlein's cousin.

Who'da thunk it?

Some moderately entertaining questions this week, so what the hey.

1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings?

Whenever the birds do. As I've discussed elsewhere on this blog, the birds are what wake me up, and they're in tune with the sun, so it all depends on the time of year.

For the last week or so, it's been about 5:45 a.m. or so.

The more interesting question would be when I get up. I have a ridiculously comfortable bed (an Aerobed, actually) that I am usually loath to abandon, so sometimes I like there semi-snoozing, thinking about articles I'm working on, and listening to the birdies for as much as an hour!

2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late?

See above.

Of course, my "weekends" are a little different from other folks. The closest thing I have to what most of you folks would call a job takes place on Thursday, Friday and Saturday at present, so I actually am expected somewhere.

On what most of you would consider my days off (hah!), however, I generally do go to coffee at the Crazy Liver Cantina, meaning I never stay in bed past about 9:30 a.m.

3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning?


4. How long does it take to get ready for your day?

About 15 minutes. 20 if I get a wild hair to put on some war paint.

5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast?

A campsite with my parents, on a day when my father decides to wield his waffle iron. Cowboy coffee, bacon grilled over a campfire, and gourmet-quality waffles with marionberry syrup.

Crap, I'm hungry now.

So I guess my silly post about American change and how it confuses EuroTouros had an unintended side effect.

I've noticed for the last few days that the Blogspot ads you see in the banner above this here page because I'm too much of a hobo to pay for webhosting have all been about coin collectors and coin dealers.

I wonder what will come up next?

Wednesday, July 30, 2003


A number of family members and coffee buddies of mine have expressed some puzzlement over the last few days about why Wyoming's sole member of the U.S. House of Representatives voted against the prescription drug re-importation bill, since none of us can find a single Wyoming resident (whom Ms. Cubin ostensibly represents) who is not delighted by the idea.

I will not go so far as to say there is a simple reason, but I did find something very interesting over at, a website that tracks correlations between campaign funding sources and key political decisions at the state and federal levels (and one that I have so far found accurate; I have yet to hear anyone say otherwise, and so until I do, I trust it, and recommend it to others).

Since 1989, Ms. Cubin has received approximately $43,000 in campaign contributions from the pharmaceutical industry, with $14,500 of that having come just in the 2002-03 fiscal year that just ended. She's right square in the middle of the averages for Republicans who voted against the bill:

"Republicans who voted against the bill raised an average of $38,901 from the drug industry between 1989 and 2002 ($15,347 in the 2002 cycle alone), compared to the $19,051 ($6,662 in the 2002 cycle alone) raised by Republicans who supported it."

But, lest anyone accuse me,, or the CapitalEye website from which OS drew its data, of picking on Babs in particular or the Republicans in general, well, the Democrats seem to have pandered even worse:

"The disparity is greater among Democrats than Republicans. Democrats who voted "no" raised an average of $42,671 from drug companies between 1989 and 2002, nearly four times more than the average raised by Democrats who voted "yes" ($11,125). In the 2002 cycle alone, Democrats who voted "no" raised an average of five times more from drug firms ($13,740) than those who voted "yes" ($2,623)."

Yeah, I know, I know, it's not news that Congresspeople are more interested in pleasing their donors than us saps who elect them, but I can't help but expect a little more from our Congresspeople, who sit with us at UW games, shop with us at RiteAid (the last time I chatted with Sen. Craig Thomas was at the RiteAid in Laramie, for example), and know along with the rest of us where the good fishing holes are, i.e. they're real Wyoming people and not like certain New York Senators who probably can't even name a member of the Yankee pitching staff.

I was just reading a hand-wringing article in Salon about the DLC and the Democratic party's presidential hopefuls, and I totally misread Joe Lieberman's last name as "Liberace," i.e. for a moment there I had John McCain's running mate – er, partner in a global warming bill that serious lefties view as the ultimate litmus test for your Senator and his or her commitment to the environment – conflated in my head with the late piano-playing, candelabra-loving, besequined cabaret bonfire.

Now that would be a candidacy I could back whole-heartedly. But then again, what am I saying? I'm the one who writes in the late Frank Zappa whenever I'm not happy with any of the candidates on the ballot (so far I've written him in for president twice, Wyoming's seat in the House of Representatives three times [once on the same ballot!], Carbon County School District No. 2's Board of Trustees once, and my old House district in Boston twice).

So, who's with me? Zappa-Liberace in '04!!!!


Aw, come on. Where's your sense of humor?

Monday, July 28, 2003


Amidst all the (lack of) fun this last weekend, I was subjected to variations on the following lecture not once, not twice, but thrice.

Your Humble Blogger: Ok, with the tax that comes to $34.78 (or some such number)

Random European Tourist hands me two $20 bills, stands tapping his or her foot as I count back his or her change.

Then RET contemplates the assortment of filthy greenish paper and assorted coins in his or her palm.

RET: Wait, did you give me the right change?

YHB patiently counts back again.

RET: Yoo are a fool! And you cannot count! Mon dieu! (if French) or Cor! That doesn't make any sense a'tall, does it? (if Limey)

YHB patiently counts back again.

At issue, of course, is the fact that our ten-cent piece is considerably smaller than our five-cent piece, with the one-cent piece splitting the difference between the two and being a different color.

Look, I agree right along with these poor tourii that it's completely illogical, but it is the way it is, and certainly I, municipal elected goddess though I am (not that they know that, of course, unless one of the other cheeky monkey clerks at one of the other stores has told them so. No. For all they know, I am just another subhuman cash register jockey. And that's fine with me. No better opportunity to study human behavior than from below, from the prospective of one so lowly as to be beneath their contempt), have nothing at all to do with it.

Unless, of course, they want me to count back their change in order of size.

I say, there might be a way to squeeze out a little profit in that.

Proper change for, say, $5.22 would be a fiver, two dimes and two pennies... but by size, say it's two nickels, a dime and a penny? OK, very little profit - one cent (though one extra cent per transaction... could add up a bit over a month or so). We could of course, try two nickels and two pennies, and make a dime...

Oh, and of course, there is also the persistent confusion about our paper money because it's all the same color (or "colour")... So what about a single, two nickels and two pennies? Then I'd be netting $4.10 in pure unvarnished profit for Dustcatcher Central! Oh, the glory!

Of course, the accounting would be nightmarish at the end of the day. We'd have to create a whole separate line-item for the "bilked European change" income and that... might not go over too well with the IRS.

Oh, bugger all. It's a good thing I'm honest.

And patient.