Teh Squeaky Wheel
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Time to rise and shine and stretch! Be like the kitteh!
Hi, Paddy. Happy Sunday, GN!
Hai, Paddy and Sven!
Been up since around 8:30 cleaning-up roof-related paperwork and reading news. Just finished off some sausage, egg and cheese breakfast burritos to help stave-off impulse buying at Sam’s Club, where we’re headed in a few minutes.
Because “ginormous brick o’ toilet paper”…and a few other items. 🙂
This is so sad for us in California:
However, the financially challenged project had just suffered two immense hits, either of which could be fatal.
Just hours before the report was issued, results of the state’s latest cap-and-trade auction of greenhouse gas emission allowances – the only source of ongoing bullet train funds – were released and once again it produced almost no money.
Moreover, the report was aired just days after the Trump administration had put an indefinite hold on a $647 million grant for electrifying the Caltrain commuter rail service on the San Francisco Peninsula, a major component of the “blended” bullet train system.
This is so sad! How will we ever complete the (sometimes) High-Speed train, so we can travel from LA to Sacramento in only 7-8 hours (factoring in TSA inspection) at a cost of $150 each way (not including state and federal subsidies)?
When I was still in California we were seeing rolling blackouts because the infrastructure was already overtaxed by demand. Does this new rail plan include new power plants to provide electricity or is it like the 10% electric car mandate that depended on strong hopes and wishes that electric consumption would somehow drop dramatically?
Have THAT many people moved out of California?
The voters of California who approved that asinine rail project are, at best, drooling, mouth-breathing morons who really are too stupid to be enfranchised. It’s a shame they voted to steal from the sensible and/or productive voters.
The public officials who shilled for the damned train -- from Moonbeam on down -- ought to be gibbeted. (No, not hyperbole; they’re mega-criminals and should be hanged by their necks until dead. Then used as VultureChow. ) 👿
Yeah, I know. It’s embarrassing to live in this state anymore.
Been hunting for a dead rat/mouse today. My office smells worse than Nancy Pelosi’s nether regions.
Sven, I hope it’s not in the wall or the ceiling. Maybe Jack was returning the favor and leaving you a treat.
Sadly, it’s in the wall or up in the attic. I poked around as much as I could in the attic to no avail. Wall is my guess. I had hoped that lil’ Jack Tatum had hidden one somewhere, but nope.
At least everything else in the office is organized, clutter tossed out, and everything is cleaned and polished. It just smells not so good.