Thursday, January 23, 2014

America Is Getting Soft

 


  Today's Generation:  I'm not threatened by them.  I thought when I was younger that one day I would be overwhelmed by grand artisans who have been given the unfair advantage of historical improvement; that knowledge and experience would be exponentialized by the time I was older.  Nope.  Those who will replace me are dumb as stumps and have no skill whatsoever like empty corn husks rustling loudly in a field, dry with no substance, living only to consume, to fill that eternal void within like a desperate and ungrateful soul-sponge that returns nothing, not because of arrogance, but because they can't.


  I watched Jiro Dreams of Sushi finally, partially because I was pressed by a colleague.  I was going to watch it a bit ago but I allowed peer-pressure to drag me.  It's about an 85-year-old Japanese sushi chef and his sons and is mostly a documentary.  Sushi in Japan is alike to burgers, a bit low-quality in concept like a fast-food deal.  His is in the basement of a small building and seats about 9.  There's a one month wait to get in for a 15-minute meal (there's only one group for dinner, one for lunch).  His restaurant, about the equivalent of a burger-stand like Short Stop Burgers on Platte and Circle in Colorado Springs, or GoodTimes Burgers in Denver in near-microscopic in size, with a 10x10 prep-room.  Both his sons are apprenticed, the younger opened one of his own a few miles away, the older will, of course, inherit the first.  What's very amazing is that this little sushi stand has received a 3-Michelin Star rating.  There are only 106 current restaurants that hold this rating on earth, though in 2005 there was only 50.  Jiro's is one of them.  Both sons have been apprenticed since they were 19 years old and now they're in their 50's.  Jiro, the father, admits that in a few more years they'll be pretty good if they keep it up.  That's 30 years of making sushi, which is essentially a piece of fish on top of a smooshed rectangle of rice.  Quite compelling a movie about quality, something America loathes these days with iPods and mp3 files (and even CDs for the extreme audiophiles out there).  Americans enmasse prefer convenience over quality, choosing a microwave over a 40-minute oven-cooking ordeal 9 times out of 10.  What gripped me was that when the Michelin raters (a harsh bunch, mind you) reviewed the sushi, Jiro didn't prepare it, his son did.  In the background, you can see Jiro smirk just ever so slightly.  He has taught his son patients and quality.  Americans spit on this.  I don't though.



  I see weakness in the under-30 crowd and I suspect WW-II Veterans saw it with the youth they too saw, and it frustrated them as well.  I don't know a soul that changes their own oil besides myself under the age of 33 or even has an inkling as to how.    I'm not sure what the problem is, maybe life is just too easy these days for Americans?  I see an endless see of extreme laziness and a demand for money, power, fame, without any talent or hard work, and an extreme embrace of convenience over quality or effort.  My barber (female, who's actually quite good at cutting one hairstyle.. mine) was cutting my hair as we listened to her "mixtrack" off her iPhone of empty club music asked me what a socket-wrench was when I mentioned one jumped from the back of a truck and dented my Corvette's bumper this afternoon.  She's 24.  She is America, as is Lindsay Lohan, Miley Cyrus, and The Bieber.


  On YouTube, there was a heated argument I started (again) about some kid bragging about his "perfect gold trophy" on what I believe was Rogue Squadron II video game.  I watched it and it pretty much was an X-Wing battle during the Return of the Jedi battle at Endor, which, when I was 13 and saw in the movies seemed impossible.  I noticed that his rapid-fire approach of the "spray and pray" technique was lacking in skill, and that friendly ships were not affected.  It seemed pretty easy and I mocked him.  It went something like this:


                   

Mike Cronis
 
How cute.  This is sort of a baby-easy version than the original "X-Wing" where there's no shield or energy management or communications for squadron orders.  And look!  No damage to your allies when you rapid-fire on the medical frigate.  Nice.. for babies.

 

mrblack58003

 Dude...it's a fun game. Trust me, this level isn't as easy as it looks to get a gold medal. And some missions are virtually impossible to get gold medals on. It's a challenge, but it's FUN. Besides, who are you to be criticizing such a well-made game? The graphics are awesome, the game play is good,. the voicing is good, the story follows the Star Wars movies. And the game is 12 years old. Not that you would care since you say it's a baby-easy version.
 


+mrblack58003 Okay. Fun, sure.  Still, try X-Wing for a harder challenge. 


mrblack58003
 
X-Wing is an old game. It's from 1994, I think? 1996? That's more for people who enjoy games like Microsoft Combat Flight Simulator on a harder level. I love combat flight simulator games, but X-Wing is just too low-tech and somewhat difficult for a lot of people. It's only fun if you actually have a chance of winning, not if you know you're going to lose.


Yeah, the spray and pray is ridiculous here. When I play Star Wars games like this then I always take snap shots like they describe in the books.
 


Ah, America has gotten soft. Shame. Gamers can't handle RPGs like the SirTech Wizardry series and escape by claiming it's too low tech and impossible to win. People won, son... and it meant something, and no trophies for perfect attendance.
 

 
Ah, well he got a bit silent after that, understandably.  Still, it bothers me that even in games, the youth have become more soft, and I suspect I am considered soft to those in their '60s, those Baby Boomers, and then they themselves soft to the WW-II Vets.  People don't get as dirty as they used to, or know hunger as much, or suffering as the previous generations.  Little pansy Nancy-boys that shave their chests and frolic like baby boo-boos in the temperature-controlled meadow.  I see these softies fall asleep on the job.  I see this little tykes cry in fear no better than an age 4 little girl, these "men".  (shaking head, ashamed).



  I suppose we all pass the torch to a softer hand, we Americans.  I just find the Generation Zero kids, and worse still, Gen Tens will not be able to handle Life whatsoever.  God forbid we get a Red Dawn invasion situation!  We'll all be speaking some other tongue I warrant.  Still, I got a little more "buck" in me and can still fight the good fight.  Though... maybe hardship is what Gen Tens need?  Gen Zero is lost.  Maybe Gen Ten wills save them?


 

Monday, January 13, 2014

The Hot Oil Disaster of 2014

 

  Ah, so I make it a point to oil the change on "Black Tiger" my 2009 Honda CBR600RR/A ("black tiger" has a better ring to it than letter/number designations).  I go out and get the necessary 3 quarts of Mobil 1 MX4T motorcycle oil 10W-40 (per manual, though interestingly, regular Mobil 1 would work just fine [by manual] but AutoZone was charging almost the same price at $8.99 per quart!  What the heck?) 

$8.99 per quart, baby!  Yeah!

  I remove the chain guard and carefully back up the bike and apply liberal amounts easily and in good fashion and notice there's a little tiny bit too much slack on the chain itself that will requiring some tightening which I'll check in the manual tomorrow, then I get to removing the lower faring.  Ah.  This is no easy task as there's two hidden tricky clips that caused me concern.  I didn't want to smash and destroy the lower faring after all or rip-out and crack anything.  Removed the middle and upper faring and still it wouldn't give.  Turns out after some wrestling an hour later into it I got the lower faring off.  Interested how it'll all get back together, about 20 bolts all on the garage floor now, though in good placement for putting back together nicely.


  Removed the now easy-to-see drain bolt and torqued-off the oil filter.  Noticed it was an actual Honda brand filter so the kid had it serviced at a Honda dealership I'm guessing.  Took a bit of a tug but it came loose and drained the oil carefully avoiding the exhaust pipes evilly placed right underneath using a WalMart bag.  Nice and clean and nary a drop spilt anywhere.

Hay-ay!  Uhnnn!  I dare not spill a solitary drop lest I get punished!  (for the ladies).

  Waited a few minutes and replaced the bolt and new filter which I smoothed over with old oil for a good seal and torqued correctly to-spec both and filled her up with the nice MX4T Mobil 1, all $30 worth and gave it a start.  Seemed to run nicely!  Good!  Took me a whole hour mostly because of the stupid faring which it turns out I can avoid removing from now on I think as I can probably get-around and maneuver all of it anyway, though good-to-know how to remove the plastics if-necessary.



  Decided to put a little SeaFoam injector-cleaner in the gas tank and let it run as an afterthought for a few minutes after I stopped the engine.  Let it run a few more minutes to check for leaks and..

  WOOOSH!  It sounded like my bike was under water.  Indeed, oil was spraying everywhere from the filter.  Crazy madness.



  Of course, smoke burning off the clean exhaust manifold pipes as well.  A bloody mess.  I manically run to turn-off the spitting engine as I watched it puddle hot oil all over the garage floor, trying not to slip.  Ugh.  WHY?!

 
 
 
   Becky was amused and took a snapshot of the doom and then got me some sawdust and paper towels.  I've never epic-failed on a motorcycle oil-change before.  What gives?!  Confused, I consulted Lord Google.  Becky continued to assist, still a bit amused that something so simple I've done several dozen times over the last 30 years alluded me utterly. 

Smoke from burning oil blurred this photo.  Doomed bolts in forefront to be submerged soon as I scramble for paper towels.

  After a lengthy cleanup (she wisely gave me a pad to back the bike's front tire over so as to not get the tire oiled for later danger, Becky's quite good at crisis management) I checked the manual.  Everything was to spec.  I don't get it.  I went online and checked the oil filter number:  PH6017A.  I went into the trashcan to find the old filter: PH6017A.  I went to look at the new filter box which I had just bought and installed from the trashcan as well: PH6607A.  Ah.  Details.  Attention to details.  Ugh.



  Well, the oil cannot be re-used as it mostly spilled into the original oil pan and overflowed everywhere spraying everything.  I wiped the area down (luckily avoiding cars as I had allowed "Black Tiger" her own space for this operation.

Black Tiger no like wrong oil filter.  Now I poo-poo diarrhea all over your garage you bad boy.  Pffft.

  On a good note, if I had been riding, I likely would have gotten hurt or died.  Hot, spraying oil all over that rear tire would have made me wreck quickly and the bike would have seized, destroying it and costing me a lot and I'd crash hard.


                        
 
 So I'm off to WalMart to buy some more oil, a correct filter, and another oil pan.  I think I'll work on it tomorrow.  Becky, amused that I normally ace this operation, just shook her head.. and handed me a paper towel roll.
Looks like you f*cked-up your motorcycle a bit.  Covered in oil?  Here, have a flower, silly boy.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Tobacco Illegal

 
Pothead

    So the wondrous city of Boulder in its "lefter than Pelosi" stance has decreed tobacco is illegal to be smoked within its city borders.  You cannot smoke tobacco in a closed vehicle or in any building whatsoever, nor can you smoke tobacco outside anywhere in the city.  Marijuana, however, is okay.



  Marijuana has been heralded the "miracle wonder drug" that cures all ails.  I've seen it on CNN and MSNBC!  Wondrous miracles saving children!  It fixes everything and you cannot get any ailment from it!  Tobacco will induce lung cancer from smoking it but since marijuana is "all natural" you are cancer-free!  Not only does it save the economy but it also cures global warming as the heat produced from the embers doesn't even register on any infrared device.  Tobacco, on the other hand is the true enemy.  Many forest fires have been started from cigarettes and cigars, not to mention pipe tobacco!  Tobacco has caused more deaths from heart disease and emphysema over the years!  Should we rename it from "The Devil's Weed" to "The Angle's Cure?"  Yes.  Will people be too high to notice America crumbling thanks to the "Bread and Circuses" Campaign?  Maybe. 

bread and circuses:
1.   a diet of entertainment or political policies on which the masses are fed to keep them happy and docile.
2.   Obama campaign strategy.


  Recent arrests across Boulder county involve children trying to remove marijuana from government-supplied joints and putting naturally grown tobacco leaf into them.  Once caught, they're expected a 5 year sentence and a $5000 fine, during which they will be lovingly "reprogrammed" to understand that even though marijuana "dulls the senses" it "enhances health". 
 
Jamaican scientists


   Success stories abound for habitual marijuana users across the world throughout history, more so than not.  True scientists were all "pot-heads" because they knew how helpful weed can be when solving mathematical concerns or delicate scientific research.  One Jamaican scientist explains, "Ya mon." before slumping over.  He's almost perfected a spoon.

Jamaican scientist "tim" and his lovely assistant, "Marcy Jingle Walrus-butt" nearly discovering "spooning"


 
  So make sure all your children get a "leg up" and "light up" today so they can do well in school!  Kids always smoking pot when I can remember back in 1987 always did well after high school.  I'm so jealous of their professions such as "assistant gas station clerk" and "WalMart stocker", "waitress/actress", "newspaper journalist", and "bitch".




  Remember to light up, kits!  Your future is in your hands now!  Enjoy the smoke!  Yeah!