April 25, 2015
To L With You
You can't get more Chicago than this without a deep-dish pizza somewhere in the picture. Though, considering where this must have been taken, there's probably a few dozen Italian places within a few blocks.
The Pond's internet connection is... poor... tonight, so I'm hoping this posts, and leaving it at that. Maybe I can go back to being creative. Everything is breaking down at once over here. The apartment complex will be replacing my toilet on Monday... until then, I have to manually "flush" it by pouring water into the bowl in copious amounts. Came home from lunch on Friday to discover the floor of the bathroom was pretty much a swimming pool in the making. After cleaning it up, I took a nap... and woke up to another swimming pool. Seems one of the bolts (?) that holds the tank to the stool (?) had loosened. No problem, the maintenance guy said, just need to tighten it up. Except he couldn't. The toilet is old, the water from the well is ridiculously hard, and between the sediment and corrosion, the bolt was frozen and he couldn't budge it, no matter how he tried. Whatever, he said the upshot was that it was easier just to turn the water off to the thing so I don't wind up swimming in the bathroom and they'll replace it with a new one. As I'm not paying for it, I'm game. Thankfully, I have an empty mini-water-cooler bottle lying around the place, I can use that as a tank. That, and the handheld shower head reaches that far, too.
I'm going to shut up and take a nap.
You can't get more Chicago than this without a deep-dish pizza somewhere in the picture. Though, considering where this must have been taken, there's probably a few dozen Italian places within a few blocks.
The Pond's internet connection is... poor... tonight, so I'm hoping this posts, and leaving it at that. Maybe I can go back to being creative. Everything is breaking down at once over here. The apartment complex will be replacing my toilet on Monday... until then, I have to manually "flush" it by pouring water into the bowl in copious amounts. Came home from lunch on Friday to discover the floor of the bathroom was pretty much a swimming pool in the making. After cleaning it up, I took a nap... and woke up to another swimming pool. Seems one of the bolts (?) that holds the tank to the stool (?) had loosened. No problem, the maintenance guy said, just need to tighten it up. Except he couldn't. The toilet is old, the water from the well is ridiculously hard, and between the sediment and corrosion, the bolt was frozen and he couldn't budge it, no matter how he tried. Whatever, he said the upshot was that it was easier just to turn the water off to the thing so I don't wind up swimming in the bathroom and they'll replace it with a new one. As I'm not paying for it, I'm game. Thankfully, I have an empty mini-water-cooler bottle lying around the place, I can use that as a tank. That, and the handheld shower head reaches that far, too.
I'm going to shut up and take a nap.
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April 23, 2015
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Today is World Book Day. It is also Canadian Book Day, which tends to be covered with gravy and unerringly polite. In Eastern Orthodox Christianity, today is the Feast Day of Holy Glorious Great-martyr and Victory-bearer and Wonderworker Saint George. April 23rd is the birthday of Baseball Hall of Fame players "Sunny Jim" Bottomley and Warren Spahn, and non-HoF players Dolph Camilli and Emilio Bonifacio (Mr Goodface!).
Today is also the birthday of Charlie "Slats" Dorman, who played one game for the White Sox at catcher in 1923. He went 1-for-2 in his debut, which would be promising if not for the other side of the coin. He came into the game against the Philadelphia Athletics in the 6th inning, relieving Roy Graham (who was relieving Roy Schalk) behind the plate. In the four innings he played, the A's went three-for-four in steals. The final score was 9-0 A's, and Slats was never seen in the majors again. He left baseball later that year and moved back home to San Francisco, where he joined the police force. Late in October of 1928, he was playing a game of baseball with his Elks Lodge when he shattered his kneecap during a play. Infection set in, and he died of pneumonia in the hospital in November of that year. He was 30.
Some 40 years later, in a hospital near Wrigley Field (which also debuted on April 23rd), a Wonderduck was foist upon an unsuspecting world.
Today is also the birthday of Charlie "Slats" Dorman, who played one game for the White Sox at catcher in 1923. He went 1-for-2 in his debut, which would be promising if not for the other side of the coin. He came into the game against the Philadelphia Athletics in the 6th inning, relieving Roy Graham (who was relieving Roy Schalk) behind the plate. In the four innings he played, the A's went three-for-four in steals. The final score was 9-0 A's, and Slats was never seen in the majors again. He left baseball later that year and moved back home to San Francisco, where he joined the police force. Late in October of 1928, he was playing a game of baseball with his Elks Lodge when he shattered his kneecap during a play. Infection set in, and he died of pneumonia in the hospital in November of that year. He was 30.
Some 40 years later, in a hospital near Wrigley Field (which also debuted on April 23rd), a Wonderduck was foist upon an unsuspecting world.
Birthday candle!
As has always been the case, nobody is more surprised than myself.
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April 21, 2015
Star Wars: The New Film
Over at Brickmuppet's place, there was a lively little discussion of the second official trailer released for the new Star Wars film coming in December. I decided to let it cool down a touch before bringing it over here... and here it is. See, over there I mentioned that I didn't believe it to be so heavily "wow factor"'ed as the first trailer. There's no holy crap that's awesome! moments, but it still does a great job of getting people, aka "me", geeked up for the movie. Reader David disagreed, saying that the scene showing the crashed Imperial Star Destroyer did the job quite nicely.
Personally, I was amused by this shot, as I can't imagine any way a 1.6km long starship with obvious battle damage could survive re-entry to an atmosphere and a crash landing that buries most of it under the ground. Yet there it is, essentially in one piece. David also suggests that it's the first time in the series that we get an idea of the true scale of these ships. Really? Because eight-year-old me had a pretty good grasp on the concept after seeing this scene from the beginning of Star Wars.
That's the moment, right there, that did it for me. Three X-Wings in formation, S-foils in attack position, racing at full power across the surface of a lake. Though there was nothing like it in the Original Three films, it immediately took me back to being 10 years old, watching SW:ANH for the 10th time in the theatres.
And that's exactly what Star Wars VII: The Force Awakens, has to do. Make us feel like we were kids again. I hope they manage it.
Personally, I was amused by this shot, as I can't imagine any way a 1.6km long starship with obvious battle damage could survive re-entry to an atmosphere and a crash landing that buries most of it under the ground. Yet there it is, essentially in one piece. David also suggests that it's the first time in the series that we get an idea of the true scale of these ships. Really? Because eight-year-old me had a pretty good grasp on the concept after seeing this scene from the beginning of Star Wars.
Endlessly long white ship gobbles up the ship it was chasing. White ship big!
Anyway, back to my original point. I still stand by the statement that Trailer #1 was the Wow! Moment for the film, and intentionally so. New director, new producer, new characters, and three other "new films" that the series has to have to recover from. Don't concentrate on plot, concentrate on making it feel like Star Wars did that first time we saw it as kids.That's the moment, right there, that did it for me. Three X-Wings in formation, S-foils in attack position, racing at full power across the surface of a lake. Though there was nothing like it in the Original Three films, it immediately took me back to being 10 years old, watching SW:ANH for the 10th time in the theatres.
And that's exactly what Star Wars VII: The Force Awakens, has to do. Make us feel like we were kids again. I hope they manage it.
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April 17, 2015
Happy Birthday, Vauc!
Today is the birthday of Official First Friend of the Pond Vaucaunson's Duck. We've known each other for something like 38 years, more or less. During that time, we've had our differences like any friends will, and there was one long period where neither contacted the other for nigh on six years. Despite that, we remained friends. I suspect we've become rather closer as the number of candles on our cakes have increased.
Friend GreyDuck and I joke about being related, what with our similar tastes in music and affection for vinyl waterfowl. With Vauc, however, it stopped being a joke long ago... I'm happy to call him family, even if that pesky genetics thing says otherwise. Hell, I'd call him "brother" if he didn't already have one that might take offense.
Here's to ya, Vauc. Enjoy the chocolate gingerbread cookies.
Happy Birthday.
Friend GreyDuck and I joke about being related, what with our similar tastes in music and affection for vinyl waterfowl. With Vauc, however, it stopped being a joke long ago... I'm happy to call him family, even if that pesky genetics thing says otherwise. Hell, I'd call him "brother" if he didn't already have one that might take offense.
Here's to ya, Vauc. Enjoy the chocolate gingerbread cookies.
Happy Birthday.
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April 16, 2015
Stormageddon 2015: One Week Later
Seven days ago, the area around Duckford and Pond Central suffered through a series of severe storms. More and more information regarding them, and the damaged caused, has been coming out over the past few days. The National Weather Service has confirmed a total of seven tornadoes hit the area, three of which were "satellite tornadoes" from the big EF-4 that did most of the damage.
The one my neighbors and I saw was classified as an EF-0, did no real damage, and had winds around 70mph. I've actually experienced stronger straight-line gusts. I can only assume it was picked on at tornado school. I jest, of course. Of the seven tornadoes confirmed, six were either EF-0 or EF-1 in strength.
Residents were allowed back into Fairdale a few days after the tornado hit, to recover what they could. Not everybody from Fairdale has been accounted for even now, though it's believed all the victims have been found. The death toll still sits at two. Again, that could have been so much worse.
This picture is particularly exciting for me, as it's the first one I've seen that can be recognized as of the tornado that was forming behind Pond Central. For anybody curious, that's South Perryville Road, and the L-shaped object on a pole in the middle distance is the emergency siren for the area. That pole is at the intersection of S Perryville and the street my apartment complex is on. Pond Central would be about a mile, mile and a half, to the right of this picture. About a half-mile to the right is the site of the Bad Day In Duckford.
Other than all that, however? Life continues on unabated, as it always does for those not directly affected by disasters. Something about that feels... wrong, somehow.
The one my neighbors and I saw was classified as an EF-0, did no real damage, and had winds around 70mph. I've actually experienced stronger straight-line gusts. I can only assume it was picked on at tornado school. I jest, of course. Of the seven tornadoes confirmed, six were either EF-0 or EF-1 in strength.
Residents were allowed back into Fairdale a few days after the tornado hit, to recover what they could. Not everybody from Fairdale has been accounted for even now, though it's believed all the victims have been found. The death toll still sits at two. Again, that could have been so much worse.
This picture is particularly exciting for me, as it's the first one I've seen that can be recognized as of the tornado that was forming behind Pond Central. For anybody curious, that's South Perryville Road, and the L-shaped object on a pole in the middle distance is the emergency siren for the area. That pole is at the intersection of S Perryville and the street my apartment complex is on. Pond Central would be about a mile, mile and a half, to the right of this picture. About a half-mile to the right is the site of the Bad Day In Duckford.
Other than all that, however? Life continues on unabated, as it always does for those not directly affected by disasters. Something about that feels... wrong, somehow.
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April 10, 2015
Stormageddon 2015: The Next Day
(UPDATE @ 4pm: the National Weather Serviceis saying that the Fairdale tornado was EF-4 in strength. That equates to winds between 166-204mph, with "well-constructed houses and whole frame houses completely leveled; cars thrown and small missiles generated." It's considered "devastating damage". The only realistic step above that, EF-5, basically means everything smaller than highrises are scoured to the ground, cars are thrown the length of a football field, that sort of thing. Though I wasn't aware of it, there's a step above EF-5, called "EF-No Rating". Winds measure from 319mph up to the speed of sound. Damage level for those is "literally inconceivable.")
(UPDATE @ 1017pm: I just learned that a second person was killed in Fairdale, the next-door neighbor of the first fatality.)
Authorities are still trying to account for everybody from Fairdale, including people who may not have been home when the storm hit. As you can imagine, that's taking a while. It makes sense when you see this picture:
This is looking south at the hamlet. If you compare it to the satellite shot in the previous post, imagine the camera is the yellow arrow and you've got the correct orientation.
The confirmed injury list grew to 11 people overnight, but thankfully the death toll has stayed at one. That doesn't include the minor scrapes and bruises suffered by a dozen people trapped in the basement of a Rochelle restaurant when it collapsed.
The UP intermodal yard had a close call, but escaped undamaged. As one of the main staging hubs for the railroad in the Chicago area, and thus the entire midwest, a direct hit could have been catastrophic for rail traffic across the entire country.
On the whole, Northern Illinois probably has to consider itself lucky.
Fairdale residents probably don't feel that way.
(UPDATE @ 1017pm: I just learned that a second person was killed in Fairdale, the next-door neighbor of the first fatality.)
Authorities are still trying to account for everybody from Fairdale, including people who may not have been home when the storm hit. As you can imagine, that's taking a while. It makes sense when you see this picture:
This is looking south at the hamlet. If you compare it to the satellite shot in the previous post, imagine the camera is the yellow arrow and you've got the correct orientation.
The confirmed injury list grew to 11 people overnight, but thankfully the death toll has stayed at one. That doesn't include the minor scrapes and bruises suffered by a dozen people trapped in the basement of a Rochelle restaurant when it collapsed.
The UP intermodal yard had a close call, but escaped undamaged. As one of the main staging hubs for the railroad in the Chicago area, and thus the entire midwest, a direct hit could have been catastrophic for rail traffic across the entire country.
On the whole, Northern Illinois probably has to consider itself lucky.
Fairdale residents probably don't feel that way.
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April 09, 2015
Stormageddon 2015
Around 545pm or so, I was jolted out of a nap by my cellphone's "screamer" alarm. That particular alarm is set to go off when I get a text message from one of the local TV stations regarding weather Warnings... severe thunderstorm warnings, blizzard warnings, that sort of thing. This one was for a Thunderstorm, which I was expecting. The Weather Nabobs had been saying since Tuesday that there was a good chance of nasty storms today, after all. Part of me wanted to just roll over and go back to sleep... I've been having work-related nightmares recently, so relaxing sleep has been at a premium of late... but then the piercing, warbling sound of the emergency siren located less than a mile away went off.
Oh hell.
The screamer went off a few moments later... tornado warning for the area. A small storm cell to the southwest had rotation visible in it according to radar, the Nabobs said, and it was due over Pond Central in about 20 minutes. Then a second tornado warning was issued for an area west-south-west of Pond Central, and that storm cell had visible and confirmed rotation, lowering clouds, and had been all-in-all ugly since Iowa.
Look, I don't consider myself a particularly brave duck. I'm not particularly afraid of anything, though I give routers (woodshop, not IT) a wide berth, and mushrooms and I have a bad relationship, but I'm not the sort who will go out looking for "EXTREEEEEEEME XXXXXXXCITEMENT!" or anything like that. But I'm also not overly concerned about storms, either. Oh, I'll avoid them when possible, and snowstorms I'll avoid driving in, but all in all, I'm good with weather. So, I stepped out on the balcony to see what's going on, right? Chatted with a couple of neighbors, we all jokingly agreed that we were about to die, haw haw haw... and then we all noticed that gosh, that front edge of the cloudline sure looks a little... um... cone-shaped? Well, whatever, it's past us and heading to the northeast.
And then, exactly the time the Weather Nabobs said the storm would pass over Pond Central, the rains came. What started as merely heavy soon escalated to "Malaysian Grand Prix" levels. The storm clouds disappeared in the combination of failing light and monsoon rain, but moments later the keening bandsaw sound of the emergency siren went off again.
The Weather Nabobs on the television were having problems keeping up with everything. It suddenly sounded like the storm to the west-south-west had put a for-sure tornado on the ground, while they were also reporting a tornado in the vicinity of the local shopping mall. The shopping mall that's about a mile or so northeast from Pond Central as the duck flies. Oh. Hm. Guess we were right about that cone shape. Quickly they turned their attention to the WSW storm, though, as it was headed right for a whole series of little towns, while the one near Pond Central was making its way through farmland and already showed signs of fading away.
The WSW tornado gathered strength and made its way through the vicinity of Rochelle, a town of around 10000 people that's long been a major railway hub and is home to one of Union Pacific's largest intermodal yards. It then made its way through farmlands and small widespots in the road at about 50mph and leveled at least one restaurant that's known of so far. The major problem, of course, is that nighttime was falling and power is out. It may be some time until we know the true extent of this one.
Then, as if those weren't enough, the sirens wailed again. Another storm cell had reportedly barfed up a third twister near Byron, IL, about ten miles southwest of Duckford, and it was headed right for Pond Central. It was at this point that yours truly retreated to the hallway that leads to his bathroom, taking with him his cellphone, a portable radio, a battery-operated lamp, and a nice book. And then I heard something I've never heard before in the 14+ years I've lived here: rapidfire "plonk" sounds coming from my heater.
It took me a second or two to realize that I was hearing hail hitting the exhaust outlets for the heater that are located on the roof. Oy. After about 20 minutes or so, and reports of two more tornadoes on radar east-north-east of Duckford, it seemed like things were calming down a bit. Sure enough, all extant tornado warnings were being cancelled except for one waaaaaaaay to the east of us... technically that was part of the same storm line, but couldn't really be considered part of what hit us.
Remember what I said about not considering myself particularly brave? I'm not ashamed to say that this might have been as nasty a storm system as I've ever encountered, and that includes this one that hit a TV station while they were broadcasting. That one was on the far side of the city from me, after all. At one point during this mess tonight, which only lasted about two hours all told, there were three different tornado warning tracks pointed directly towards Pond Central, and another one just a few miles east. Now that things have settled down, they seem to be thinking that there were only two on the ground, not five. Unfortunately, the one that touched down near Rochelle has definitely been confirmed. There has been damage and injuries, and it may have had a run of close to fifty miles.
One place the beast touched was the tiny town of Fairdail, IL, which the mayor of nearby Kirkland said had been flattened. ABC7 out of Chicago is reporting that there's been one death there, the first reported for-sure casualty.
The Rockford Fire Department has responded to Fairdale, and the news coming out via twitter isn't promising. All structures in town are damaged, access is difficult to due to debris. Just outside Pond Central, I can hear the sound of sirens on the highway that heads from here to Rochelle; with a small jog, it also goes to Fairdale. It sounds like the sirens are headed back to Duckford... probably ambulances, and that's sobering. I was really about to say that it seemed like the area dodged a bullet, and I suppose that's true. After all, 15 miles north was Duckford, a city of close to 200000 people. Rochelle has 10000. Fairdale supposedly has 2000. I say "supposedly" because... well, here's the googlemaps view of the town:
They must be counting nearby farms as well.. Rochelle is off to the left, Kirkland to the right, Duckford off top. So, yes, we may have dodged a bullet, but Fairdale didn't. Hopefully we'll have good news once the sun comes up.
Right now, it's rainy and the wind is howling outside as the cold front that caused all this hullabaloo flows through. Behind it is supposedly clear skies and cool temperatures. Midwest weather: if you don't like it, wait a few minutes, it'll change.
Oh hell.
The screamer went off a few moments later... tornado warning for the area. A small storm cell to the southwest had rotation visible in it according to radar, the Nabobs said, and it was due over Pond Central in about 20 minutes. Then a second tornado warning was issued for an area west-south-west of Pond Central, and that storm cell had visible and confirmed rotation, lowering clouds, and had been all-in-all ugly since Iowa.
Look, I don't consider myself a particularly brave duck. I'm not particularly afraid of anything, though I give routers (woodshop, not IT) a wide berth, and mushrooms and I have a bad relationship, but I'm not the sort who will go out looking for "EXTREEEEEEEME XXXXXXXCITEMENT!" or anything like that. But I'm also not overly concerned about storms, either. Oh, I'll avoid them when possible, and snowstorms I'll avoid driving in, but all in all, I'm good with weather. So, I stepped out on the balcony to see what's going on, right? Chatted with a couple of neighbors, we all jokingly agreed that we were about to die, haw haw haw... and then we all noticed that gosh, that front edge of the cloudline sure looks a little... um... cone-shaped? Well, whatever, it's past us and heading to the northeast.
And then, exactly the time the Weather Nabobs said the storm would pass over Pond Central, the rains came. What started as merely heavy soon escalated to "Malaysian Grand Prix" levels. The storm clouds disappeared in the combination of failing light and monsoon rain, but moments later the keening bandsaw sound of the emergency siren went off again.
The Weather Nabobs on the television were having problems keeping up with everything. It suddenly sounded like the storm to the west-south-west had put a for-sure tornado on the ground, while they were also reporting a tornado in the vicinity of the local shopping mall. The shopping mall that's about a mile or so northeast from Pond Central as the duck flies. Oh. Hm. Guess we were right about that cone shape. Quickly they turned their attention to the WSW storm, though, as it was headed right for a whole series of little towns, while the one near Pond Central was making its way through farmland and already showed signs of fading away.
The WSW tornado gathered strength and made its way through the vicinity of Rochelle, a town of around 10000 people that's long been a major railway hub and is home to one of Union Pacific's largest intermodal yards. It then made its way through farmlands and small widespots in the road at about 50mph and leveled at least one restaurant that's known of so far. The major problem, of course, is that nighttime was falling and power is out. It may be some time until we know the true extent of this one.
Then, as if those weren't enough, the sirens wailed again. Another storm cell had reportedly barfed up a third twister near Byron, IL, about ten miles southwest of Duckford, and it was headed right for Pond Central. It was at this point that yours truly retreated to the hallway that leads to his bathroom, taking with him his cellphone, a portable radio, a battery-operated lamp, and a nice book. And then I heard something I've never heard before in the 14+ years I've lived here: rapidfire "plonk" sounds coming from my heater.
It took me a second or two to realize that I was hearing hail hitting the exhaust outlets for the heater that are located on the roof. Oy. After about 20 minutes or so, and reports of two more tornadoes on radar east-north-east of Duckford, it seemed like things were calming down a bit. Sure enough, all extant tornado warnings were being cancelled except for one waaaaaaaay to the east of us... technically that was part of the same storm line, but couldn't really be considered part of what hit us.
Remember what I said about not considering myself particularly brave? I'm not ashamed to say that this might have been as nasty a storm system as I've ever encountered, and that includes this one that hit a TV station while they were broadcasting. That one was on the far side of the city from me, after all. At one point during this mess tonight, which only lasted about two hours all told, there were three different tornado warning tracks pointed directly towards Pond Central, and another one just a few miles east. Now that things have settled down, they seem to be thinking that there were only two on the ground, not five. Unfortunately, the one that touched down near Rochelle has definitely been confirmed. There has been damage and injuries, and it may have had a run of close to fifty miles.
One place the beast touched was the tiny town of Fairdail, IL, which the mayor of nearby Kirkland said had been flattened. ABC7 out of Chicago is reporting that there's been one death there, the first reported for-sure casualty.
The Rockford Fire Department has responded to Fairdale, and the news coming out via twitter isn't promising. All structures in town are damaged, access is difficult to due to debris. Just outside Pond Central, I can hear the sound of sirens on the highway that heads from here to Rochelle; with a small jog, it also goes to Fairdale. It sounds like the sirens are headed back to Duckford... probably ambulances, and that's sobering. I was really about to say that it seemed like the area dodged a bullet, and I suppose that's true. After all, 15 miles north was Duckford, a city of close to 200000 people. Rochelle has 10000. Fairdale supposedly has 2000. I say "supposedly" because... well, here's the googlemaps view of the town:
They must be counting nearby farms as well.. Rochelle is off to the left, Kirkland to the right, Duckford off top. So, yes, we may have dodged a bullet, but Fairdale didn't. Hopefully we'll have good news once the sun comes up.
Right now, it's rainy and the wind is howling outside as the cold front that caused all this hullabaloo flows through. Behind it is supposedly clear skies and cool temperatures. Midwest weather: if you don't like it, wait a few minutes, it'll change.
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April 05, 2015
Baseball Is Back
In the past, I've sneered at the concept of beginning the baseball season on a Sunday night with a single game. Darn it, the baseball season is supposed to start on a Monday with a game in Cincinnati, followed closely by the rest of the teams. That's the way it was for decades, and if it was good enough then, it's good enough now. I believe in tradition, and Baseball is the perfect sport for such beliefs. Of course, a few years ago, they started the "Opening Night" thing. I've managed to successfully ignore the event... in my mind, baseball still begins on Monday.
Not this year.
That's because the new baseball season begins tonight at Wrigley Field, with a game between the St Louis Cardinals and my Chicago Cubs. Back in 2009, SDB mentioned that the Cubs had been sold and asked if it would make a difference. My answer was "in the short term, no." Left unsaid was that in the long term, it would make a big difference. My short-term prediction was borne out... the Cubs were a very bad team, and the management staff was turned over.
What nobody could have predicted is exactly what happened. In 2010, the Cubs brought in Theo Epstein to be their President of Baseball Operations, and Epstein protege Jed Hoyer to be GM. Owner Tom Ricketts said "I don't want this team to be the one-year wonders they've been in the past... I want a team that'll contend year after year. Make it happen." Epstein and Hoyer promptly poured gasoline over the entire organization from majors to the lowest of single-A teams and set it ablaze with a flamethrower. They had found that during the long period of TribuneCo. ownership, the team had been run to make money, not necessarily win games. Fixing it required a total revamp, a head-to-toe concentration on the farm system instead of free agency... and time. Time to let bad free agency contracts expire, time for the farm system to start generating prospects, time for moneys to build up again... and time to bring Wrigley Field into the 21st Century.
Despite threats of lawsuits from the so-called "rooftop owners", businesses that put bleacher seating on the rooftops of apartment buildings across the street from Wrigley and made money by leeching off the Cubs, the team began major repairs and renovations to their park as last season came to a close. The most visible and obvious of these is the huge Jumbotron screen just beyond the left field bleachers. Those iconic bleachers, both in left and right fields, were razed and are in the process of being rebuilt with more seats and added concourse area behind them. Indeed, the outside wall of the park will now come all the way to both Waveland Avenue in left and Sheffield Avenue in right, instead of leaving room for a triple-wide sidewalk. The third-base side concourse is having structural work done, and new bathrooms installed. If you've ever used the bathroom at Wrigley, you understand just how important this is. Additional structural steel and concrete work is being performed all over the park as well, so as to keep this 100-year old park from collapsing in 20 years or so. The bleacher work was supposed to have been completed by Opening Night, but the lousy winter kept that from happening.
As recently as five days ago, this was the way the field looked. It goes without saying that the bleachers won't be finished in time. Indeed, left field is now scheduled for completion sometime in May with right field following along in June. The outside wall of the park is still totally unbuilt, simply blocked off by chain-link fencing and ivy-printed tarpaulins. In just a few days, though, the crews have managed to pretty the place up quite nicely.
This picture was tweeted out by Cubs catcher David Ross on Saturday. The right field construction is covered with screens celebrating Cubs legend Ernie Banks, who passed away this past January. Left field will undoubtedly have something similar, though the Jumbotron is fully functional. In a lovely touch, it's able to mimic the appearance of the center field scoreboard. There are many who believe that Wrigley's charm stemmed from its lack of modernity, and they may have been right... but only to a point. I'd rather actually have Wrigley Field still standing but modernized, than collapsed to rubble with an old-fashioned charm. For make no mistake, that's where Wrigley was heading. They had already been forced to install catch netting under the upper decks to prevent chunks of concrete from hitting the fans below, for example. Amenities for the players were awful: the home team clubhouse was tiny, cramped and little changed from 50 years ago, for example. This brought up the horrible situation where Sloan Park, the new spring training home for the Cubs in Mesa, actually had immensely bigger and better facilities for players than the major league stadium. The remodel will change all that. But what of the actual team?
Late last season, we began to see signs that the suffering of the last five years was beginning to end. The Cubs began to give some of their prized minor leaguers a taste of the Big Show, all the while making it clear that they players they brought up weren't even the best they had. Through crafty trades of legit big-league talent for other teams' prospects, and some good old-fashioned scouting of their own, the Cubs farm system went from nigh-on worst in baseball to the unquestioned best. In Kris Bryant and Addison Russell, they have the #1 and #3 best prospects as selected by Baseball America, the bible of minor league baseball. Jorge Soler is #12, Kyle Schwarber #19. Having that many players in the top 20 is unprecedented. Throw in other rookies like Arimendy Alcantera and you've got a deep, deep pool to pull from. This goes along with a young roster of major leaguers headed by all-stars Anthony Rizzo and Starlin Castro, Javier Baez of the massive power numbers (and massive strikeout numbers). Throw in a solid pitching rotation headed by free-agent powerhouse Jon Lester, and you have a team that will certainly be better than 2014's 73-89. Indeed, there are people picking them for playoff contention and even World Series predictions. The biggest acquisition in the offseason wasn't a player, however, but a manager. In December, two time manager of the year Joe Maddon exercised an opt-out clause he had in his contract with the Tampa Bay Rays and joined the Cubs. He has a track record of being an innovative coach who also knows how to get out of the way of his players when needed, perfect for this team. If anybody can get the Cubs to a World Series, it would be Joe Maddon. I don't think it's going to happen this season... I expect something around 82-85 wins; that's still an improvement of nine to 12 wins, a huge amount. But in 2016? Good times are ahead, and that's not just "wait 'til next year" thinking.
And it all starts tonight.
UPDATE @ 1025pm: the St Louis Cardinals defeated the Chicago Cubs 3-0.
In the past, I've sneered at the concept of beginning the baseball season on a Sunday night with a single game. Darn it, the baseball season is supposed to start on a Monday with a game in Cincinnati, followed closely by the rest of the teams. That's the way it was for decades, and if it was good enough then, it's good enough now. I believe in tradition, and Baseball is the perfect sport for such beliefs. Of course, a few years ago, they started the "Opening Night" thing. I've managed to successfully ignore the event... in my mind, baseball still begins on Monday.
Not this year.
That's because the new baseball season begins tonight at Wrigley Field, with a game between the St Louis Cardinals and my Chicago Cubs. Back in 2009, SDB mentioned that the Cubs had been sold and asked if it would make a difference. My answer was "in the short term, no." Left unsaid was that in the long term, it would make a big difference. My short-term prediction was borne out... the Cubs were a very bad team, and the management staff was turned over.
What nobody could have predicted is exactly what happened. In 2010, the Cubs brought in Theo Epstein to be their President of Baseball Operations, and Epstein protege Jed Hoyer to be GM. Owner Tom Ricketts said "I don't want this team to be the one-year wonders they've been in the past... I want a team that'll contend year after year. Make it happen." Epstein and Hoyer promptly poured gasoline over the entire organization from majors to the lowest of single-A teams and set it ablaze with a flamethrower. They had found that during the long period of TribuneCo. ownership, the team had been run to make money, not necessarily win games. Fixing it required a total revamp, a head-to-toe concentration on the farm system instead of free agency... and time. Time to let bad free agency contracts expire, time for the farm system to start generating prospects, time for moneys to build up again... and time to bring Wrigley Field into the 21st Century.
Despite threats of lawsuits from the so-called "rooftop owners", businesses that put bleacher seating on the rooftops of apartment buildings across the street from Wrigley and made money by leeching off the Cubs, the team began major repairs and renovations to their park as last season came to a close. The most visible and obvious of these is the huge Jumbotron screen just beyond the left field bleachers. Those iconic bleachers, both in left and right fields, were razed and are in the process of being rebuilt with more seats and added concourse area behind them. Indeed, the outside wall of the park will now come all the way to both Waveland Avenue in left and Sheffield Avenue in right, instead of leaving room for a triple-wide sidewalk. The third-base side concourse is having structural work done, and new bathrooms installed. If you've ever used the bathroom at Wrigley, you understand just how important this is. Additional structural steel and concrete work is being performed all over the park as well, so as to keep this 100-year old park from collapsing in 20 years or so. The bleacher work was supposed to have been completed by Opening Night, but the lousy winter kept that from happening.
As recently as five days ago, this was the way the field looked. It goes without saying that the bleachers won't be finished in time. Indeed, left field is now scheduled for completion sometime in May with right field following along in June. The outside wall of the park is still totally unbuilt, simply blocked off by chain-link fencing and ivy-printed tarpaulins. In just a few days, though, the crews have managed to pretty the place up quite nicely.
This picture was tweeted out by Cubs catcher David Ross on Saturday. The right field construction is covered with screens celebrating Cubs legend Ernie Banks, who passed away this past January. Left field will undoubtedly have something similar, though the Jumbotron is fully functional. In a lovely touch, it's able to mimic the appearance of the center field scoreboard. There are many who believe that Wrigley's charm stemmed from its lack of modernity, and they may have been right... but only to a point. I'd rather actually have Wrigley Field still standing but modernized, than collapsed to rubble with an old-fashioned charm. For make no mistake, that's where Wrigley was heading. They had already been forced to install catch netting under the upper decks to prevent chunks of concrete from hitting the fans below, for example. Amenities for the players were awful: the home team clubhouse was tiny, cramped and little changed from 50 years ago, for example. This brought up the horrible situation where Sloan Park, the new spring training home for the Cubs in Mesa, actually had immensely bigger and better facilities for players than the major league stadium. The remodel will change all that. But what of the actual team?
Late last season, we began to see signs that the suffering of the last five years was beginning to end. The Cubs began to give some of their prized minor leaguers a taste of the Big Show, all the while making it clear that they players they brought up weren't even the best they had. Through crafty trades of legit big-league talent for other teams' prospects, and some good old-fashioned scouting of their own, the Cubs farm system went from nigh-on worst in baseball to the unquestioned best. In Kris Bryant and Addison Russell, they have the #1 and #3 best prospects as selected by Baseball America, the bible of minor league baseball. Jorge Soler is #12, Kyle Schwarber #19. Having that many players in the top 20 is unprecedented. Throw in other rookies like Arimendy Alcantera and you've got a deep, deep pool to pull from. This goes along with a young roster of major leaguers headed by all-stars Anthony Rizzo and Starlin Castro, Javier Baez of the massive power numbers (and massive strikeout numbers). Throw in a solid pitching rotation headed by free-agent powerhouse Jon Lester, and you have a team that will certainly be better than 2014's 73-89. Indeed, there are people picking them for playoff contention and even World Series predictions. The biggest acquisition in the offseason wasn't a player, however, but a manager. In December, two time manager of the year Joe Maddon exercised an opt-out clause he had in his contract with the Tampa Bay Rays and joined the Cubs. He has a track record of being an innovative coach who also knows how to get out of the way of his players when needed, perfect for this team. If anybody can get the Cubs to a World Series, it would be Joe Maddon. I don't think it's going to happen this season... I expect something around 82-85 wins; that's still an improvement of nine to 12 wins, a huge amount. But in 2016? Good times are ahead, and that's not just "wait 'til next year" thinking.
And it all starts tonight.
UPDATE @ 1025pm: the St Louis Cardinals defeated the Chicago Cubs 3-0.
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March 31, 2015
Urgh
I actually find myself at loose ends as to what to write about right now. Nothing is really leaping out at me... anybody got any burning questions you want answered with a post? This is the perfect time to ask me!
Picture unrelated. Nice, but unrelated.
Picture unrelated. Nice, but unrelated.
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March 20, 2015
No Joy
I'll be fine soon enough.
I'll be fine soon enough.
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March 18, 2015
...pation.
Some of you with memories longer than that of goldfish may remember that I had a job interview a couple of weeks ago. This was the company where I had to take a Wonderlic test, and they discovered that I had a giant pulsating brain.
The supposed start date of March 16th came and went. I wasn't terribly surprised, as they had said that they could push it back if they didn't have enough qualified applicants. However, I'd be lying if I thought this an encouraging sign. Well, whatever. Today, as I was getting dressed to have lunch with the folks, I received an e-mail from the company. In effect, they were scared of my giant pulsating brain and decided to hire dullards instead.
I have been told in the past that I'm too smart for my own good. This is the first time that's really the case. The intelligent part of me knew this was coming, it's not a surprise, so on and so forth. It still really, really hurts. I wanted this one badly, and nope, not good enough.
I can't even get a data-entry job. WTF, life?
UPDATED: Since I applied for the job through CareerMonster or one of those jobsites, I get e-mails from the company occasionally saying "here are some positions you might find interesting." It's just after midnight, and one just popped up. They've got six more openings. So much for keeping my application on file, huh?
Remarkably accurate representation of the company and Wonderduck.
Remarkably accurate representation of Wonderduck
After the interview they said that they'd let me know "early next week." After it became LATE "next week", I e-mailed the company HR person to see where the matter stood. The reply was pretty much exactly what I expected: "We're still trying to decide, we'll let you know." Well, my thinking went, I've done my part, all I can do is wait. So wait I did. The supposed start date of March 16th came and went. I wasn't terribly surprised, as they had said that they could push it back if they didn't have enough qualified applicants. However, I'd be lying if I thought this an encouraging sign. Well, whatever. Today, as I was getting dressed to have lunch with the folks, I received an e-mail from the company. In effect, they were scared of my giant pulsating brain and decided to hire dullards instead.
I have been told in the past that I'm too smart for my own good. This is the first time that's really the case. The intelligent part of me knew this was coming, it's not a surprise, so on and so forth. It still really, really hurts. I wanted this one badly, and nope, not good enough.
I can't even get a data-entry job. WTF, life?
UPDATED: Since I applied for the job through CareerMonster or one of those jobsites, I get e-mails from the company occasionally saying "here are some positions you might find interesting." It's just after midnight, and one just popped up. They've got six more openings. So much for keeping my application on file, huh?
Remarkably accurate representation of the company and Wonderduck.
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March 12, 2015
Terry Pratchett
I read Terry Pratchett's works only rarely. Good Omens, certainly. His retelling of the "Faust" story in the Discworld universe, yes. Maybe Carpe Jugulum, I can't remember. But that really covers it, pretty much. I remember being unhappy when I heard he had had a stroke, and quite vexed with the cruel universe that would find it humorous to afflict an author with Alzheimers. But it didn't really hurt me, y'know? Not the way Anne McCaffery did, for example... possibly because Pratchett could still write; Alzheimers is a progressive disease, after all.
Terry Pratchett passed away today, and I didn't really feel anything when I heard the news... until I read his final tweets announcing his death. If you're unfamiliar with Pratchett's writings, one of his main characters was Death itself, who always spoke in capital letters:
AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
Terry took Death's arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.
The End.
That's a good way to go out.
Terry Pratchett passed away today, and I didn't really feel anything when I heard the news... until I read his final tweets announcing his death. If you're unfamiliar with Pratchett's writings, one of his main characters was Death itself, who always spoke in capital letters:
AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
Terry took Death's arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.
The End.
That's a good way to go out.
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March 11, 2015
I Don't Know
CREATIVITY! It's not all it's cracked up to be. I'm fairly certain I'm either halfway or two-thirds of the way done with the project, but much of the time the image of this part or that part of the project that I have in my head isn't matching up with the results. I think it's because my tools are limiting me... they aren't flexible enough... and my workarounds aren't "working around" well enough. Of course, you know what they say about the craftsman who blames his tools.
If you're not, they'll take your broken and bleeding carcass with them, and what happens after that is anybody's guess. One thing is for sure, though: it won't be pretty, and it'll likely be illegal in most states. And countries. Probably galaxies, for that matter. I didn't even know you could do such things with with the pancreas! So, yeah, and all that.
I don't know. I just don't.
Shut up.
I know that the last batch of Creativeness will make or break the project... it's been the focal point of the whole kit 'n' kaboodle since Day 1, after all. Everything I've done up to this point has been getting me "warmed up," if you will, for the big stuff. I've learned the hardware, played with the equipment, expanded my efforts (perhaps too far), and if it works, it'll be spectacular. If it doesn't... well, "nothing venture nothing win" and all that. It will have still been worth doing. At least, to me it will have been. I'm not sure what you, my assembled readers, will think. That's always been the case, of course... make a mistake and the horde will tear you apart and leave your broken and bleeding carcass lying in the dirt. If you're lucky. If you're not, they'll take your broken and bleeding carcass with them, and what happens after that is anybody's guess. One thing is for sure, though: it won't be pretty, and it'll likely be illegal in most states. And countries. Probably galaxies, for that matter. I didn't even know you could do such things with with the pancreas! So, yeah, and all that.
I don't know. I just don't.
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March 04, 2015
Do NOT Mess With Granny...
...she will not hesitate to make your world a nightmare.
...she will not hesitate to make your world a nightmare.
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February 28, 2015
Progress Is Being Made... Somewhere
I haven't even started the writeup for Kantai Collection Ep08 yet, though I will today. Likewise the creativeness thingy is stalled for reasons. Nothing is flowing right now is all, either words or creative stuff.
Success is a state of mind, they say. Well, my state of mind is currently not positioned for success. More like self-doubt, sadness, and general disgust. I make no apologies for that; it's not like I want to feel that way. As they say back in the old country, "feh."
Stuff inbound.
UPDATE a few hours later: Wonderduck is broken. It's depression. I even know why, I just thought it was going to hit a week ago and when it didn't, I thought I was in the clear. Damn. I'm going back to sleep. Probably best for everybody.
Success is a state of mind, they say. Well, my state of mind is currently not positioned for success. More like self-doubt, sadness, and general disgust. I make no apologies for that; it's not like I want to feel that way. As they say back in the old country, "feh."
Stuff inbound.
UPDATE a few hours later: Wonderduck is broken. It's depression. I even know why, I just thought it was going to hit a week ago and when it didn't, I thought I was in the clear. Damn. I'm going back to sleep. Probably best for everybody.
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February 27, 2015
RIP Leonard Nimoy
Leonard Nimoy, best known for the role of Spock on Star Trek, has passed away.
What more need be said?
What more need be said?
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February 26, 2015
Antici...
Allow me to set the scene for you, if I may. It is Ten in the morning on Thursday, and Wonderduck is not happy. From the moment he woke up some 90 minutes earlier he has had a massive headache. Further, his left ear feels like it contains a half-gallon of fluid and he can hardly hear anything from it. As if that wasn't enough, roughly half of the nail on one of his big toes had decided to go forth and attempt to found a new lifeform. To repeat: Wonderduck is not happy.
The phone rings, it's an automated message telling him that he's the lucky recipient of a trip voucher for two to his choice of *click*. As Our Hero puts the phone back on the desk, it rings again. This time glancing at the Caller ID before answering, he sees the number is showing as "000-000-0000". This one gets the "send directly to voicemail" button, where it's later revealed to be two seconds of silence. No less than five minutes later, the phone rings again. Mind you, this third call quite possibly equals the number of times Wonderduck's phone has rung all month. However, this one shows the area code of Duckford, so with some trepidation he answers it.
It's the place he did the testing for last week. They'd like to interview him for a job, can you be here at 1215pm? Yes? Great, see you then. Wonderduck is heading for the shower even before he hangs up the phone. Things go as one would expect... shower, get dressed, sit around Pond Central for an hour in a dress shirt and tie before it comes time to leave... when Our Hero gets the surprise of his life.
It had snowed sometime since he last left Pond Central, and the Duckmobile has a good two or three inches on it. Let us take stock of the situation, shall we? Wonderduck is wearing a suit and tie, dress shoes, it's 14°F with a brisk breeze, his snowbrush is in the car, and he's suddenly on minus time. What's a seriously annoyed duck to do?
Well, in this case, he commits the cardinal sin (for those of you in the American League, the blue jay sin) of not actually cleaning off his entire car. The hood remained covered, though being blown away by airflow, the snow on the roof rapidly migrating to the rear window, and the Duckmobile probably looked like there was a wedding train trailing behind it, but he's going to be on time.
The interview started out on an ominous note, by mentioning my test results. In short, the interviewer was afraid that my massive pulsating brain could perhaps be a detriment, the job too boring for one of my vast intellect. Our Hero quickly made it clear that he would be thrilled with a job like that, as to be blunt he's tired of working in fun and exciting jobs, like retail positions in a world where concepts such as "civility" and "common human decency" don't apply to customer service jobs. The rest of the interview goes well, though Wonderduck does notice an uncomfortable squelching feeling from his shoes, apparently caused by melting snow. I should know something by the middle of next week.
So that was a day.
The phone rings, it's an automated message telling him that he's the lucky recipient of a trip voucher for two to his choice of *click*. As Our Hero puts the phone back on the desk, it rings again. This time glancing at the Caller ID before answering, he sees the number is showing as "000-000-0000". This one gets the "send directly to voicemail" button, where it's later revealed to be two seconds of silence. No less than five minutes later, the phone rings again. Mind you, this third call quite possibly equals the number of times Wonderduck's phone has rung all month. However, this one shows the area code of Duckford, so with some trepidation he answers it.
It's the place he did the testing for last week. They'd like to interview him for a job, can you be here at 1215pm? Yes? Great, see you then. Wonderduck is heading for the shower even before he hangs up the phone. Things go as one would expect... shower, get dressed, sit around Pond Central for an hour in a dress shirt and tie before it comes time to leave... when Our Hero gets the surprise of his life.
It had snowed sometime since he last left Pond Central, and the Duckmobile has a good two or three inches on it. Let us take stock of the situation, shall we? Wonderduck is wearing a suit and tie, dress shoes, it's 14°F with a brisk breeze, his snowbrush is in the car, and he's suddenly on minus time. What's a seriously annoyed duck to do?
Well, in this case, he commits the cardinal sin (for those of you in the American League, the blue jay sin) of not actually cleaning off his entire car. The hood remained covered, though being blown away by airflow, the snow on the roof rapidly migrating to the rear window, and the Duckmobile probably looked like there was a wedding train trailing behind it, but he's going to be on time.
The interview started out on an ominous note, by mentioning my test results. In short, the interviewer was afraid that my massive pulsating brain could perhaps be a detriment, the job too boring for one of my vast intellect. Our Hero quickly made it clear that he would be thrilled with a job like that, as to be blunt he's tired of working in fun and exciting jobs, like retail positions in a world where concepts such as "civility" and "common human decency" don't apply to customer service jobs. The rest of the interview goes well, though Wonderduck does notice an uncomfortable squelching feeling from his shoes, apparently caused by melting snow. I should know something by the middle of next week.
So that was a day.
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February 24, 2015
Tools of Creativity
Two C-clamps
One pair locking wrench
One honkin' huge binder clip
Four thumbtacks
Four different types of tape.
Sixty sets of chopsticks (flat)
Two different styles of gift tissue
48 sheets of cellophane
Multiple boxes of chocolate pocky, unopened
Four ceramic tea candle holders
One jumbo bottle acetaminophen
One battery-powered lamp
One nebula light
One kaleidoscope light
Four laser pointers
Multiple hardcover books
One sheet muslin
One item donated via Texas
EDIT: I forgot a couple of things...
One folding tray table
One large bookstand
One trilobite
One rock.
Combine. The result will be coming to The Pond soon.
One pair locking wrench
One honkin' huge binder clip
Four thumbtacks
Four different types of tape.
Sixty sets of chopsticks (flat)
Two different styles of gift tissue
48 sheets of cellophane
Multiple boxes of chocolate pocky, unopened
Four ceramic tea candle holders
One jumbo bottle acetaminophen
One battery-powered lamp
One nebula light
One kaleidoscope light
Four laser pointers
Multiple hardcover books
One sheet muslin
One item donated via Texas
EDIT: I forgot a couple of things...
One folding tray table
One large bookstand
One trilobite
One rock.
Combine. The result will be coming to The Pond soon.
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February 20, 2015
Of Wonderlics and Wonderduck and Testing, Too
They said that the testing for the position could take "up to three hours." Psh-yeah, right. That's got to be just padding, right? Right. The first thing they had me take was a Wonderlic test.
I don't know if any of you know of the Wonderlic... football fans will have heard of it, but maybe not anybody else? Anyway, it purports to be "an aptitude test for learning and problem solving for a range of professions." Okay, cool. A score of zero means you're functionally the same as a chair located in a completely different room from the testing computer. A perfect score is 50. A score of 20 is supposed to indicate "average intelligence", roughly equating to an IQ of 100. An example question might be "When a rope is selling 20 cents per 2 feet, how many feet can you buy for 30 dollars?" Prospective football players heading into the NFL draft have to take the Wonderlic; the lowest score ever was a 4, by Morris Claiborne in 2012. Your average quarterback gets a 24. Electrical Engineers average a 30 on the test. I scored a 35. The HR person, who has administered this test "thousands of times" said she's never had anybody score that high before.
Then we moved onto the real testing. I was handed six pages of questions regarding medical billing, coding and insurance payments, three books of medical codes, a calculator, a pencil, and told "good luck." The first question was "what is the official name of form used in Example #1?" The second question was "knowing the reason of the visit from the ICD code, was the diagnosis code listed accurate?"
Sure enough, three hours after I walked in I finished the final page of questions. It was actually quite a clever test, assuming what I'm thinking is correct. From where I was sitting, it sure as hell felt like it was testing the subject's ability to reason out difficult problems without guidance, experience in the subject matter, or indeed, any clue what was going on. I guess I did okay; the HR rep didn't grade it with me standing over her... and a damn good thing, too, because I have no idea how I actually did. I'm going to pretend that I didn't outright suck and go with that.
I'm also going to take a nap. That was friggin' exhausting. Holy crepe.
I don't know if any of you know of the Wonderlic... football fans will have heard of it, but maybe not anybody else? Anyway, it purports to be "an aptitude test for learning and problem solving for a range of professions." Okay, cool. A score of zero means you're functionally the same as a chair located in a completely different room from the testing computer. A perfect score is 50. A score of 20 is supposed to indicate "average intelligence", roughly equating to an IQ of 100. An example question might be "When a rope is selling 20 cents per 2 feet, how many feet can you buy for 30 dollars?" Prospective football players heading into the NFL draft have to take the Wonderlic; the lowest score ever was a 4, by Morris Claiborne in 2012. Your average quarterback gets a 24. Electrical Engineers average a 30 on the test. I scored a 35. The HR person, who has administered this test "thousands of times" said she's never had anybody score that high before.
Then we moved onto the real testing. I was handed six pages of questions regarding medical billing, coding and insurance payments, three books of medical codes, a calculator, a pencil, and told "good luck." The first question was "what is the official name of form used in Example #1?" The second question was "knowing the reason of the visit from the ICD code, was the diagnosis code listed accurate?"
Sure enough, three hours after I walked in I finished the final page of questions. It was actually quite a clever test, assuming what I'm thinking is correct. From where I was sitting, it sure as hell felt like it was testing the subject's ability to reason out difficult problems without guidance, experience in the subject matter, or indeed, any clue what was going on. I guess I did okay; the HR rep didn't grade it with me standing over her... and a damn good thing, too, because I have no idea how I actually did. I'm going to pretend that I didn't outright suck and go with that.
I'm also going to take a nap. That was friggin' exhausting. Holy crepe.
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February 18, 2015
Banality, To Steal From Brickmuppet
Fellow blogger and all-around Good Egg Brickmuppet has a category entitled "banality". It's less for stuff of overawing importance and more for life-focused material. For those readers that don't particularly care about the person and just want to free ice cream, he hides the main text "below the fold" and puts a nice picture on the top screen. I'm going to do the same thing right now...
Click "more" for... um... to read the news. Otherwise, enjoy the picture and have a lovely rest of the day.
more...
Click "more" for... um... to read the news. Otherwise, enjoy the picture and have a lovely rest of the day.
more...
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