We tried Search and Rescue again today, and it didn’t go the way I expected.
Author: Richard Nestoff (Page 85 of 143)
To foster Sparky’s intellectual development, we started a new training exercise. It’s really just hide-and-seek, but Sparky likes it better if we call it search-and-rescue. He wants me to get him an orange vest that says, “RESCUE DOG”. I reminded him that dogs can’t see the color orange, but he doesn’t care.
Newsweek: Norovirus surge is worst in a decade.
This is slanderous. Why do we put up with such chicanery?
The norovirus is stomach flu. It causes intestinal distress for a couple of days.
The “noro” prefix refers to Norwalk, Ohio.
From Wikipedia:
In the United States, it is the cause of about half of all foodborne disease outbreaks. The virus is named after the city of Norwalk, Ohio, US, where an outbreak occurred in 1968.
Now come on, stomach flu wasn’t invented in Norwalk. That outbreak wasn’t noteworthy in any way, but some wag decided to denigrate a small Ohio town, and nobody did anything about it.
Covid started in Wuhan, China. It killed millions of people, but can’t call it the China flu because that would be racist. Norovirus is fine.
The fact that a bio-lab in Wuhan, China did just that kind of virus research, the lab protocols were known to be sloppy, everyone was called a conspiracy theorist for asking the question, and now, nobody cares where the virus originated, suggests it came from the Wuhan Lab. Why not call it the Wuhan flu?
Recall that initially, it was called a corona virus because it resembled a corona. Everyone thought that sounded sciencey, but the Corona beer people weren’t happy. We settled on Covid-19.
Norwalk should be known for it’s raceway, not for a common stomach flu.
I’m a sick puppy. My actual puppy is good as new. Sparky had been snorting quite a bit, but I gave him a can of Campbell’s chicken soup for breakfast, and that did the trick.
I’ve been scanning and organizing old photos.
A year after I started at Caterpillar, management sent me to a week-long SLAM training course in Chicago. Turns out that a random bunch of engineers can be a lot of fun.
I’ve been scanning and organizing old photos.
The photo on the left was from a balloon festival in Columbia, South Carolina in 1985. It’s not a scanning problem, the photo looks like that. I don’t know if it always did, or got that reddish tint with age.
This time, I thought Sparky’s argument was really weak, and I had some complaints of my own.
Sparky wants to know why I just automatically assume that I got the cold from him. I have been out to all sorts of places, and he just stays home for no reason. So I probably got the cold and got Sparky sick.
Sparky is offended by the assumption that I got my cold from him.
Oh yeah, he finally got out of bed around noon. That gave me time to consider adapting my cold mitigation protocol for him.
I don’t even know if that’s possible, but with viruses, something isn’t possible until it happens, or everything is possible all the time.