Standing up the tinman

The MacMini, the tinman, took the place of our production iMac here at tbbs world HQ an hour or so ago. In tin’s first official act, he transmitted the AmEx payment.

A fitting shakedown for a new machine. Whisper quiet. The overpriced Apple monitor is great, with its firewire/USB hub all built in. I didn’t know it had that particular feature.

Gotta’ get my little bride’s e-mail up on there, and we’ll be good. A seven year old machine picks up a lot of items we forgot we had, so the iMac still remains, so we can continue to gut it of its valuable stuff.

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Uncaged

I went to the yuppified mega-gihugeous mall this afternoon, and returned with the Mac OSX Leopard, family pack edition. The Apple Store was packed; there was a guy ahead of me who should give thanks tonight that he didn’t receive a richly deserved cell phone enema; his conversation was evidently more important than the people lined up at the register.

Installed the spotted one on the Mac laptop. All is well. Probably not worth the trip to the yuppified mega-gihugeous mall, but I’m ever so trendy, running the latest stuff and all.

Suppose Uncle S. Jobs cares?

Me either.

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The Leopard Leaps

Apple’s latest incarnation of OS X, the Leopard, has been released. I’ll be trying to scare up a copy, much as I dislike heading to shopping venues on Saturday. I’ll try Best Buy first; I don’t like Best Buy1, their store is close. If it’s no-go there, I’ll venture to Micro Center, a bit of a hike.

Of course, I could just head to the local Apple Store, but it’s located in a gihugeous yuppified shopping center, and I’d be sorely tempted to return home not only with the Leopard, but also with some other shiny Apple hardware, which could make this a pricey upgrade.

I’m off on the hunt, as soon as I put some clothes into the dryer.

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1 Primarily because of the cacophonous din in their stores, secondarily because of the total lack of attention from their sales staff

NASCAR HotPass Lineup

The Channel/Driver/Car grid for tonight’s running of the Sharp AQUOS 5001 shakes out like this:

795 – Tony Stewart, #20
796 – Clint Bowyer, #07
797 – Jeff Gordon, #24
798 – Juan Pablo Montoya, #42
799 – Dale Earnhardt JR, #8

I must head off to my fantasy racing site, hopefully to improve my team. Kurt Busch is peaking at the right time, and he’s on the pole; if the price is right, he’ll be on my team this week.

In the meantime, the race doesn’t start until 8PM EDT, the better for NASCAR to vie for prime-time ratings points. The business of NASCAR is business, after all. And there’s NHRA qualifying for the Mac Tools U.S. Nationals right now, on ESPN2. With six big hours of finals to be telecast tomorrow.

Good stuff.

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1 I’ll be following the action on my Sharp AQUOS.

Beware of SysAdmins in Pajamas

I slept in a bit yesterday morning, after being up late on Friday to help facilitate application patching on some work machines.

On awakening, I make a trip to the coffee maker for a mug of hot caffeinated jumpstart. In mid-staircase, I heard the ring of the stinking on-call pager. Cuppa’ joe in hand, I plop myself down in the tbbs headquarters Captain’s chair, and call the indicated number. One of the application folks had a runaway application1, and wanted me to stop the recalcitrant process. A scripted kill -9 later, and I’m enjoying my coffee, with a promise I’ll stand by in case they have any further problems. They restarted their app, their life was good, and the lady I was talking to thanked me profusely, and said “Thanks, baby doll.”
Suppose she knew I was still in my bedclothes while I was helping her out?

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1 Imagine that

NASCAR HotPass Lineup

The car-driver-channel matrix for tomorrow’s running of the Allstate 400 from the renowned Brickyard at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway reloads thusly:

#31-Jeff Burton, 795
#20-Tony Stewart, 796
(with Larry McReynolds)
#24-Jeff Gordon, 797
#11-Denny Hamlin, 798
#8-Dale Earnhardt Jr., 799

Looks like Larry Mac will be on ch 796, following Smoke’s progress. Good Deal. Larry knows his iron.

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H/T: Jayski.

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Free Air

I recently changed filling stations, from an Exxon, with an On the Run convenience store, to a new Sunoco station, featuring an APlus convenience store. Both are about equidistant off the parkway I take to work, and both offer easy access back to the parkway.

The difference between them has nothing to do with the price of gas; no, it deals with the attitude of the store personnel. I usually purchase items from at least two of the four food groups1. I’d been going to the On the Run for several years, and had to plead for a small bag in which to tote my bounty, which was always offered grudgingly by the rather surly store clerk and his assistant. At APlus, I’m greeted by smiling faces, who put my Deer Park and pastry in a bag, no questions asked.

Today sealed the deal; as I paid for the day’s snackage, I asked for change for the air machine, the right front tire on the Saturn having all of 10 PSI in it2. Four shiny quarters in my chinos, and I headed for the air machine, whereupon I couldn’t find the coin slot, but a button that said “operate”. I pushed it, the chug-chug of the compressor started, I aired up the tire, and was on my way.

Free Air. Heckuva’ deal. And the fact that Sunoco is the Official Fuel Supplier of NASCAR, and APlus the Official Pit Stop of NASCAR, has nothing at all with my decision to patronize the Sunoco. It does not hurt, however.

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1 aqueous, salty, pastry, chocolate, and occasionally from the two subgroups, nicotine, and microwaveable.

2 Still something that frosts my stindeens about paying for air, but I’m old-school.

Best Pi Day Ever

SWMBO enlightened her co-workers about the meaning of Pi Day today. They were appropriately impressed.

I didn’t stop by the Harris-Teeter tonight; I left work late, and just wanted to get home. However, SWMBO stopped by Trader Joe’s on her way home, and bought an apple tart and some vanilla gelato. Good dessert this evening.

And a hunk of the tart for the lunch pail tomorrow. No gelato, though. Meltage is a terrible thing.

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Turkey Smokin’ Tips

Scott Chaffin, in a comment on this post, requested some tips on smoking turkeys. I’ve been reading Scott for several years, and I’ve seen his proficiency at smokin’ beeves, hogs, and all types of other protein. Visits to his site have left my mouth watering many a time; he often has pictures of the smoky bounty. So I’m flattered that he asked for tips from me. For whatever value I can add, here goes.

I suppose the smoking equipment you have dictates procedures as much as anything. I bought SWMBO a Brinkmann smoker before we were married, so that smoker has to be 30 years old if it’s a day. We talk about upgrading to another rig, but we haven’t. Then we remember all the good eats we’ve had from the old Brinkmann, and put off upgrading for another year. Anyhow, this smoker is a rolled steel one, with a charcoal and wood pan sitting at the bottom, a water pan right under the grille, and a rolled steel domed lid covering the whole thing. There is no provision to add more fuel or wood to our smoker, once the process starts. That’s its biggest downside.

We start with a 11-13 pound turkey. Preferably fresh. We’ve found over the years that fresh ones just take the smoke better. Frozen ones are good, and still just this side of heaven, but fresh ones are better. Make sure your frozen one is completely thawed, if you go that route.

The night before, soak your wood chips and chunks in water. We use hickory; I’d like to try mesquite, but SWMBO forbids it.

The smoking process takes 8-9 hours, so on on the day of the Great Smoke, take your beautifully thawed bird, and wash it inside and out. Pat dry. Then, SWMBO will butter the bird, inside and out, and season with a little salt, black pepper, oregano, sage, parsley, rosemary, thyme, and some powdered garlic. Quarter an onion or two, and break up 3 or 4 stalks of celery, and put these loosely in the cavity. You can quarter an apple or an orange for the cavity as well. Don’t pack the cavity too tightly. We also slip a little onion and celery into the neck hole. We’ve never brined our turkey, though some coworkers brine theirs, and report good results. Take the neck and giblets out, and make stock with them. The pan drippings will be way too rich for gravy.

Into the water pan, add some water, wine (red or white, we usually have red), salt, black pepper, parsley, sage, oregano, thyme, rosemary, powdered garlic.

Get the charcoal pan completely full of charcoal, soak with the Kingsford lighter, and fire up. The trick here, with our equipment, is to get the charcoal lit up slowly so it won’t go out for 8 hours or so, and yet lit strongly enough so the soaked wood won’t kill the fire. When the coals are ready, drain the water from the chips and wood chunks, and distribute them evenly over the coals. I usually put on a good layer of wood chips, then 8 – 12 chunks, depending on size. By and large, the more chunks you can use, the better. They last longer, and produce a better smoke. Working quickly, put the water pan in place, followed by the grille, and the buttered bird, breast up. Cover with the dome, and retire with your beverage of choice. After about 4 hours, remove the dome, and have a look see. If you need more water, pour some in; we’ve even been known to baptize the bird during this procedure. Recover with the dome, and wait another 4 hours.

At the end of 8 hours, your coals and wood are pretty well spent. Uncover the bird and check; the leg should move easily in the joint. We usually finish up with a little oven time, an hour or 45 minutes at about 325o, and check with a meat thermometer.

After that, carve, serve with side dishes of choice, and dig in. And if you want an outstanding sammich later (and who wouldn’t), check here.

I just made myself hungry.

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New Technorati Tag

OK, my last post got me fired up. I hope against hope that governmental excesses, bureaucratic bumbling, and inept leadership will cease during the upcoming year.

As I slap myself back to reality, I’ve decided to use the Technorati Tag “yearofthechickenshit” on all posts pointing out the bumblings of our politicos. And after slapping myself back to reality one more time, I’ll create a little ecto macro-thingy to insert the tag as appropriate.

Sadly, I really think I’ll be using the new tag that much.

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