A refreshing morning. Courtesy of the weather, the temperature was sufficiently high to satisfy my cardiologist’s conditions and I was able to venture to the park for a constitutional. The wind was relatively still so little cooling and I was well bundled and had a new headlamp so I was well appointed and situated for the walk. All I had to do was stay on the path, not destroy my MP3 player, and marshal my thoughts.
The first was easier, largely because of the headlamp, which, despite rather shoddy construction I would not expect from an outfitter like Eddie Bauer (C), was relatively bright. The second was difficult. The podcast this morning was an episode of the Pen Addict [Link] that was rather egregiously grating. The discussion on this podcast varies between putz and ferd and the grammar is exceptionally bad, so much so that the grammar of most other podcasts becomes withstandable by comparison. But the discussion today was excessively oily and false-ringing and I was only glad that my stomach was empty. I never cease to be amused that this is supposed to be the best of the pen podcasts although that amusement was sorely strained this morning. Still I primarily listen to this as a means of diverting my conscious attention during constitutional since the podcast is usually lengthy enough to encompass three constitutionals and I don’t have to waste good podcasts when I can’t stop and appreciate the discussion.
Which is not to say that they do not have some useful information but it is almost always in sidebars or unscripted bits.
But the illumination did raise a new variation of one of my recurring disquietudes. Tonight is the spring shift to daylight savings time, that left over wartime expedient that the Yankee congress refuses to adjust to the desires of the citizenry. I suddenly realized that a measure of their perfidy and selfservice is the absence of any accompanying legislation that would compel clock manufacturers to automatically adjust their clocks for this delusional torture.
I will spend a bit of time tomorrow going through Castellum SCP adjusting clocks. For this transition the effort is small since all clocks set forward easily. It is the sheer number and diversity that is the problem. Other than the computers, only the few atomic clocks reset themselves and each has a different reset procedure, a failure of our Congress that should be dealt with by requiring congress critters to reset clocks for their constituents.
The real pain will come in fall when the clocks have to be set forward 23 hours since most clocks can no longer be set back.
I take up the cry of criminalizing partisan ship and shudder to behold the dark tomorrow morning. All to placate and titillate a bunch of obnoxious schmucks.