30 June 2020

Egad! I'm Reading!

I will now make a public confession of something I have only mentioned to a couple of people my entire life because of the shame it brings me.  I don't read.  By that I mean I very seldom read for pleasure.  Though rare, this is not an unheard-of affliction amongst academics, after all, we read for a living.  Reading therefore becomes "work" and work is, well, work.  This may result from my favorite type of reading being history; it's too close to what I do for a living.  You'd think that historical fiction would be the answer, but I find that historical fiction leaves me with a "love it or leave it" reaction: either I adore the book* or loathe it and put it down without finishing it.  The latter happens especially when I find an glaring factual error or a preposterous oversimplification.  In the past couple of weeks, however, I've finished two books.  So what happened?  First, I put Kindle on my mid-sized iPad.  Now, I tried kindle before on the Amazon device, it worked at first, but then my interest waned.  For some reason, I find the pad more attractive, and a device is easier for me to use than fumbling with a book, and lighting, and with my presbyopia. Second, I retired.  This, of course, means I need to find something to do with my time (even I can only nap for so long in the course of one day) but more importantly it means I no longer read for a living.  Third, I think I may have found a solution to my history problem, viz., read in an area about which I know little or nothing (difficult for a universal savant of my caliber) so that way I can't be critical all the time.  So the first book I read was a deliciously dry and excruciating precise and detailed history of the Maya.  I devoured it; all the joy of technical academic reading with none of the personal investment.  I moved on to something closer to home: a popularly written history of the personal conflicts and vendettas among the artists and popes responsible for the building of St. Peter's.  A couple of tangential factual errors and one piece of nonsensical Latin, but I got past that.  Egad!  I'm reading for pleasure!  Where to next?  Likely either the history of the semi-colon or Neil DeGrasse Tyson's Astrophysics for People in a Hurry, I have really enjoyed popularizing astrophysics books in the past.


* The novel I most adored was Marguerite Yourcenar's Memoirs of Hadrian, which is simply brilliant.  Read it and you'll know why she was the first woman elected to the Académie Française.

29 June 2020

False Focaccia

This is a gripe, not a rant.

Day before yesterday, we made a quick stop at a grocery store on the way back from Ikea.  There AH purchased a loaf of fluffy white bread that caught his fancy.  It was indeed fluffy and tasty, but there was one problem with it.  It was labeled "focaccia."   It was as tall and poofy as Wonder  Bread (though it definitely tasted better); it had cheddar cheese baked on top, along with jalapeños. 



Now, your modern cosmopolite knows that focaccia is not tall and poofy like Wonder Bread, nor does any self-respecting focaccia have cheddar or jalapeños on it; indeed the customary seasoning is rosemary, and maybe some olives as in the image below.


So, for the sake of pity and our relations with la Repubblica Italiana, please call this Poofy Cheesy Jalapeño Bread or some such, but do not call it a focaccia.

28 June 2020

Depression

I'm getting serious again.  For a good chunk of my life, I suffered with depression.  I think it may have started when I was very young; I don't quite know since I feel it took me quite a while to become self aware.  It certainly was well established in my teens, likely as a result of puberty, that fiendish bringer of pain and delight.  Since that was also the time I realized I was gay, the two were undoubted connected.  My depression took several forms, from moroseness, to periods of unexplained sadness, to feeling I was never going to be happy.  But the most curious and persistent experience is hard to describe; the best I can do is say I felt as if there was a glass wall between me and the rest of the world.  I could see what was going on around me, participate in it, but I most often felt that I wasn't really there, that there was a barrier weirdly separating me from other people and my environment.  Sometimes that made me incredibly thoughtless, at other times downright mean.  Coming out did me a lot of good.  Counseling helped with some things, but it never really got to the core problem.  Finally, I think it was in my mid-40's, when I mentioned this to my physician, a tremendously skilled internist.  I think I never mentioned this to a doctor before because I saw it as a psychological problem, not a medical one.  I'm not sure, but I believe the impetus may have been the time AH came home from work to find me sobbing uncontrollably in the living room because we were out a mayonnaise.  (Running out of mayonnaise has been a running gag with us ever since.)  Anywho, my wonderful doctor suggested that my depression might be "clinical," i.e., physiological (I don't know if they still make the distinction between situational and clinical depression.)  She suggested trying medication and - poof! - for the first time in my life the glass wall went away.  It was little short of miraculous.  So the darkness went away and I've had the normal ups and downs of life ever since - though perhaps I feel both the ups and the downs a bit more intensely than other folk. 

So why am I saying all this?  Can't say as I know exactly, but it just struck me as something I should say.  I've never quite laid this all out publicly before and I guess I felt that I should.  Maybe it will prove helpful to somebody.  The older I get, the easier self-revelation becomes. 




27 June 2020

🏳️‍🌈

We here at the Mighty HamsterBlog must confess to an egregious error.  Stonewall was on my calendar 10 days early, making my post to mark the event similarly in error.  The Stonewall Riots began in the early hours of 28 June 1969.

IKEA

Yesterday we had our first major retail outing, down to Ikea.  There was a nice, socially-distanced line to get in, which moved quite efficiently.  Masks were required, of course, and there were hand sanitizers all over the place.  It was nice to see things that weren't home or a grocery store.  AH got a number of things he was looking for; not so much for me, only a trinket or two.  They did have some lovely Ikea shopping bags, large and small, in pride rainbow.  I bought a small.  It was a bit disappointing not finding things I couldn't live without, though there were some nice new lines in furniture.  And that, my friends, is what ya call a first world problem.




26 June 2020

Today is the 5th anniversary of the Supreme Court same-sex marriage ruling.


The Bliss of Retirement


I've made a delightful observation of late.  For about the past year I've been experiencing frequent episodes of overwhelming contentment sweeping over me.  This has not been a terribly frequent occurrence in my life previously, but these days I'm getting these bliss experiences like once a week.  (And no, there haven't been any recent adjustments to my medications, thank you.)  I suspect these started roughly about a year after I made the move to Va, and that the source of this pleasant phenomenon is mainly my retirement.  (Just getting away from certain evil and stupid people at my former place of employment is also, no doubt, a major factor, but I'll leave that for some future HamsterRant.)  I frankly did not expect my life at this point to have such a feeling of contented accomplishment and overall peace.  I've done enough.  I made it... without losing my job, my sanity, my integrity (I think) or scoring a homicide indictment.  Yay, score one for The Hamster!  Methinks that in many different ways I retired at just the right time.  Now if the world will kindly not perish from its own asininity, I'll be just fine.


25 June 2020

HamsterRant: Academic Journals

OK gang, here we go with my first official HamsterRant.  This one is a tirade against my former profession (as many, no doubt, will be) and the topic is the process of getting an article published in an academic journal.

To familiarize the uninitiated: professional academics need to publish research articles in recognized professional journals to display their ongoing engagement with the discipline as well as their professional street cred for a variety of reasons, personal and professional, amongst which are getting raises and promotions.  What usually happens is that one submits a manuscript (so called even though none are handwritten anymore) to the journal editor, who has a gander to make sure it's not the product of a deranged mind - one does have to be careful about that in this business - and then sends it off, with anything that might reveal the identity of the author carefully expunged, to usually two other academics, called referees, who recommend acceptance, acceptance with specific changes made, or rejection.  Wherein lies my rant.  I have gotten some real doozies from referees over the years.  Here are just a few:

- An article in which I made the case for a multi-disciplinary approach to a given historical problem was criticized because the referee could not tell what discipline I professed.

- A referee who advised me to read a certain article the author of which happened to be a friend of mine.  Thinking it odd that I had overlooked it, and not being able to find the article the referee noted, I emailed the friend who replied that she has never written any such piece.

- One referee report I received was once so insulting and demeaning that I brought it to the attention of a member of the editorial board (yet another friend) which resulted in a caveat being inserted into all referee requests for the referee to remain helpful and civil in their comments.

- A referee who said I needed to consult the work of a certain eminent academic on the subject; said eminent academic read over two drafts of the article before I sent it in.

- A referee directed me to a specific work by the same aforementioned eminent academic which, upon examination, said nothing about the topic of my article.

Now... some of this would appear to be the result of not reading carefully or closely, something we criticize our students for doing.  These days, all academics are burdened with useless and annoying bureaucratic rubbish spewed forth by education "reformers" (and the gutless administrators who cave into them) which cut into their time, but if you don't have the time to do a good job as a referee, then decline the offer.  More annoying is a growing trend I've seen for referees not to evaluate what's in front of them, but rather criticize a piece for not being the article they would have written on the subject.  That's not what they're supposed to do.  Weaknesses in argumentation, overlooked sources, etc. are what they're supposed to look for; they're not supposed to ignore the stated aim of the piece (unless that's just simply unsound, in which case they should reject the submission) and then criticize it for not taking the approach they would have taken or not emphasizing the sources they would have emphasized.  Judging on merits does not involve imposing your own mindset on someone else's work.  And there is no excuse for referring an author to work that doesn't exist!

Editors must also share in the blame here.  The best and most professionally distinguished journal editors I've known took their referee reports as advisory; as the editor of the publication they saw it as incumbent upon themselves to exercise their own judgment and ignore referee reports they thought missed the mark (and discreetly and periphrastically to inform the author to do the same).  Now, journal editors are under the same inane pressures as other professors in the current climate, but it doesn't take that much time to exercise judgement.  Further, I firmly believe that when an editor gets conflicting reports from the two referees, they should not send out to a third reader for yet another bewildering opinion.  They should determine for themselves what advice to recommend to the author and what not.  A third report that simply offers a third differing opinion is useless.

24 June 2020

Instruction in Watchsheeping

Class is in session.


23 June 2020

A Report on Yesterday

Yesterday was a nice self-care day.  I went in for a mani/pedi and, after applying hand sanitizer, having my temperature taken, and signing a waiver, I settled down for a relaxing time in the massage chair behind a Plexiglas screen.  I usually don't notice the music playing in the salon much, but this time a recording of "Tell Laura I Love Her" and "Lonely Is the Man without Love" playing on electronically-enhanced Asian instruments was difficult not to notice.  I did leave refreshed.  I hit Target for ankle length white socks to wear around the house so that the tops of my feet and my ankles don't itch (don't ask; I haven't a clue).  The result, I am delighted to say, is that I now have only one type of ankle-length white socks in my drawer; that will make putting laundry away much easier.  On my way to the check-out, I happened upon pot holders of the type we are currently using, which will now replace the sadly stained ones at home.  And I finally got a pair of sunglasses that fit my head properly.  What a rapturous day indeed!  It was also a gorgeous day to look at.  I say "look at" because it was like 93º with DC's famous death-dealing humidity.  The day was best enjoyed inside an air-conditioned vehicle, which is what I did on a nice little jaunt down the George Washington Parkway along the Potomac to the Mt. Vernon circle and back.  Oh, and I picked up some nice-looking Brussels sprouts at the grocery.  So how was y'alls day?




22 June 2020

Meet the Pets - part 1

As many of you will know, AH and I have a large menagerie of inanimate pets.  Now, we have nothing against the animate kind, mind you, but we do not shy away from lauding the multitudinous virtues of the inanimate.  The chief thing, of course, is that they are extremely clean and easy to care for, just an occasional dusting is all they require.  They also have tons of personality, as you will see, are extremely intelligent, excellent conversationalists, adventurous, curious, and inanimate house sheep really keep the carpet flowers under control with their grazing.  We will periodically post updates until all the little darlings are covered.

This is Hammond.

Hammond is our largest penguin.  He's generally quiet but can get quite emotional, even to the point of being brooding.  He likes to spend time by himself, but of late has come into the living room where he usually occupies my reading chair.

These are the triplets: Piff, Poof, & Puff.


They, too, tend to be quiet and spend most of their time up on the back of the couch.  They will pop down from time to time if a particularly succulent blossom appears on the living room rug.

Many of you have met Brian before. He's a watchsheep and spends his days mostly perched on the pillows on my bed, looking out the window at the parking lot in case there are malefactors afoot.  He is now joined by his nephew, little Apollodorus, who wants to train to be a watchsheep.


This is Edmund.


Edmund, as you may have noticed, is a Dodo; we adopted him in Oxford several years ago, when we were there for a conference of mine.  Cheerful and pleasant, he can get a little overbearing about being extinct and all.  He loves to settle down under his favorite palm tree, as most house Dodos do.  Now you and I know that his palm tree is actually a bunch of peacock feathers in a blue vase, but he thinks it's palm tree.  We humor his feelings since he's like all extinct and stuff.



21 June 2020

Gott erhalte, Gott beschütze Unsern Kaiser, unser Land!

Goody, goody!  My flags of the Holy Roman Emperor and Austria-Hungary arrived!  I will be so proud to wave them next time the emperor visits Washington.



20 June 2020

A Change in Policy

Today we announce a change in policy on the mighty HamsterBlog!  Experience thus far indicates that there is no need to restrict comments to blog members.  Henceforth, commenting will be open to the public; no need to receive and accept an invitation from us to comment.  Enjoy!

19 June 2020

Political Confession

In these hyper-partisan times, some may be wondering about my political bent.  I have no problem admitting I'm actually a devout monarchist of the old (indeed very old) school.


17 June 2020

On the Complexity of the Supreme Court Decision

I, and many others, elided the complexity of the Supreme Court's decision on discrimination.  The decision did not make sexual orientation and trans identity protected per se, but rather covered under the Civil Rights Act under discrimination by sex, i.e., physical gender in terms of the Act.  To appreciate the distinction, note the following from Sean Trende from Real Clear Politics: 

Or, consider an example from Justice Samuel Alito’s dissent. He suggests that a woman who is a model employee, but is fired after bringing her wife to a Christmas party, is plainly being fired on the basis of sexual orientation, not sex. According to Alito, the only new information gleaned is the employee’s sexual orientation. But this misses the mark. The employer has also learned that the woman is married to a woman, something that would be of no consequence for a man. By burdening that relationship, the employer is treating female employees differently than male employees.

There are some consequences for the way this argument runs. Because discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation and transgender status is not prohibited as such, employers can probably announce their displeasure at gay or transgender individuals in the workplace in a way that they cannot with women or racial minorities. Counsel for the plaintiffs also conceded at argument that a company that prohibited gays or lesbians from working at the establishment but made those decisions before learning the applicant’s sex might be immune from suit. 

Perhaps more importantly, the court sidestepped the question of whether the Religious Freedom Restoration Act of 1993, which keeps laws from being interpreted in a way that burdens religious belief, creates an exception here. That will be a battle fought in subsequent years, and it will be nuclear.

https://www.realclearpolitics.com/articles/2020/06/15/why_roberts_gorsuch_voted_with_liberals_on_lgbt_case_143456.html  (15 June 2020)

In my mind, this does not diminish the momentousness of the decision.  In our judicial system, change happens on a step-by-step basis for the most part, such is the nature of a Common Law system.  Even the thunderbolt of the marriage decision in 2015 was not entirely unexpected, and was preceded by numerous precedents in the states.  The decision does not eliminate discrimination completely at one sweep, but it does remove a significant chunk of it, and paves the way for orientation and identity to eventually become protected in and of themselves.  That is very good.  More cases and more decisions will continue to refine and expand the interpretation of the law.  And there is the social context to consider.  Though theoretically an employer can ban homosexual and transgender employees by stated policy before the hiring for any specific position, most--except for diehard ideologues--would shy away from the controversy this would produce. 

16 June 2020

The Supremes


Well... right on the day I posted about the Court, look what happened!  Wow!

The biggest headlines went to the amazing 6-3 ruling that gays and lesbians are protected from discrimination under the 1964 Civil Rights Act AND, most astoundingly, trans people are likewise protected.  Way, way further than anyone expected.  The opinion was written by a Trump appointee to the bench and the Chief Justice, a conservative Catholic, concurred in the opinion.

Mr. Gorsuch grounded the opinion in a reading of the 1964 Civil Rights Act. The act’s Title VII bars employers from firing, discriminating against or failing to hire people based on race, color, religion, sex or national origin. “An employer who fires an individual for being homosexual or transgender fires that person for traits or actions it would not have questioned in members of a different sex,” Mr. Gorsuch reasoned. “Sex plays a necessary and undisguisable role in the decision, exactly what Title VII forbids.”“Those who adopted the Civil Rights Act might not have anticipated their work would lead to this particular result,” Mr. Gorsuch conceded. “Likely, they weren’t thinking about many of the Act’s consequences that have become apparent over the years, including its prohibition against discrimination on the basis of motherhood or its ban on the sexual harassment of male employees. But the limits of the drafters’ imagination supply no reason to ignore the law’s demands.”  (Washington Post)

But that was not the only thing that happened

The Supreme Court on Monday declined to take up California’s “sanctuary” law that forbids local law enforcement in most cases from cooperating with aggressive federal action to identify and deport undocumented immigrants. The court let stand the law passed after President Trump took office and challenged by his administration. The most significant measure limits police from sharing information unless the immigrants have been convicted of violent or serious crimes.  

The Supreme Court on Monday declined to take up new cases for next term that gun rights groups claimed denied Second Amendment rights. The court did not accept a batch of nearly a dozen cases that gun groups had hoped the court, fortified with more conservative members, might consider. Among them were cases involving restrictions in Maryland and New Jersey to permits for carrying a handgun outside the home.

I repeat, Wow!



15 June 2020

A Constitutional Court

Disclaimer: The author of this post is not, and does not claim to be, a legal professional of any sort.  All he is is an academic with an interest in the history of constitutions who happens to be married to a lawyer.  Said lawyer disavows any prior knowledge of the contents of this post.

Going to get serious now...

I've long believed that if I had to pick one single thing that would do the most to improve the government of this country it would be to establish a Constitutional Court.  Such a court would have original and exclusive jurisdiction in cases involving violations of constitutional rights, settling disputes between the executive and legislative branches of the federal government, and cases of professional misconduct at the highest level of the executive branch. 

Why is such a court needed?  First, rights issues now have to wind their way through lower courts, appeals courts, and often the Supreme Court before a final decision is reached.  In that time, in the case of final adjudication in favor of the plaintiff, the injured party--and those in a similar situation--can continue to suffer the violation of their rights and quite possibly long-term effects of that violation while the case is making its way up the ladder.  This is no way to deal with such a fundamental element of our being as a nation.  Justice delayed is justice denied.  Similarly, issues involving elections and voting rights--as we have seen in recent years--can be decided only after the election in question had taken place.  Invalidating and repeating an election or only changing the rules after an irregular election is again no way to deal with such a fundamental part of democracy. 

We have also seen in recent months a deadlock between the executive and legislative branches, with each citing the law on their side, on the issue of congressional subpoenas of high administration officials.  Not only does this give license to official wrongdoing, it presents a fundamental constitutional crisis: How do we resolve conflicts between the branches, especially when dealing with potential misconduct or unconstitutional acts?  Right now, it appears the answer is "we don't know."  I believe cases regarding congressional subpoenas of administration officials are again winding their way through the courts, but such important issues need more timely answers than the current system can provide.

In cases of misconduct at the highest level, our constitution leaves us short-handed indeed.  There is one remedy, impeachment, for any wrongdoing.  "Does this amount to an impeachable offense?" still rings in our ears.  Look at what this says: an offense has, in fact, been committed; the issue is only whether it's severe enough to merit the only punishment the constitution provides.  Does that make any sense?  We've got a fly buzzing around our heads but we only have a bazooka to address the problem.  If there were legislation to address executive branch misbehavior with lesser penalties, exempt from executive immunity, a Constitutional Court can try such cases without what becomes and endless round of appeals regarding privilege and jurisdiction.  Such a court would also deal with the troublesome issue of standing.  A number of state attorneys general filed a suit against the president for violating the emoluments clause of the constitution.  It would have been an interesting and precedent-setting case, but the original court of jurisdiction ruled that the attorneys general did not have standing, i.e., the were not qualified to bring such a suit.  Well then, who is?  The constitution provides no guidance on who can bring a case against the president--or any other high federal office holder--for violating the constitution, short of impeachment and removal by congress.

Our constitution is handicapped in this regard because of its early appearance in the history of modern republics.  Nearly all constitutions written later, or rewritten later, provide for a Constitutional Court or its equivalent.  Indeed, in France laws passed by the legislature must be reviewed by the Council of State before they are enacted, to assure they don't violate the French constitution.  The drafters of our constitution either did not foresee, or did not want to deal with, conflicts between the federal branches or unconstitutional conduct.  Nevertheless, this lacuna in the constitution appeared early in the famous Marbury vs. Madison under Jefferson's presidency.  In the Supreme Court's ruling on the case, John  Marshall, the chief justice, famously stated that it was emphatically the prerogative of the Supreme Court to determine what the law is.  That served as the foundation of what we have of a Constitutional Court, the doctrine of judicial review.  Unfortunately, the way this was done meant that constitutional cases would have to follow the usual rules of standing, original jurisdiction and appeal, and procedure that all trials follow, which results in the lengthy, cumbersome, and frequently inconclusive procedure we now have.  Likewise, constitutional cases must share the court's time with all the other cases before it, slowing imperative adjudication.  A Constitutional Court with original jurisdiction and its own rules of procedure would alleviate these problems.

So how would such a court be constituted, especially as it would need to be kept as far from political influence as possible.  One way I can think of would be for the members of the Constitutional Court to be appointed by a 2/3 majority of the Supreme Court, and that there be a statutory requirement for holding a seat such as 10 years service as a professor of constitutional law in an accredited law school.

I am convinced that if we do not take such an essential institutional reform, the federal government will only become further paralyzed and democracy itself will be at risk.

14 June 2020

To Blog or Not To Blog, Is This Even a Question

This post is about whether I should write this post or not.  After a week of the HamsterBlog revivus, I find myself wondering if I need to post something every day, so I (quite cleverly, if I do say) decided to post about whether to post.  Practice, naturally, varies across the land of Blogonia.  My most immediate peer, AH, is most disciplined in this regard and just the other day mentioned that he hasn't missed a day of blogging since the year they invented salt, or some such.  He is much more disciplined than I am about such things (though let me at some feeble azaleas and I can run rings around him--see post for 10 June 2020).  Others post regularly but not necessarily on a daily basis.  Given my obsessive/compulsive and passion for order and regularity, that seems just too insouciant.  So I have the feeling I'm going to shoot for daily posts, and that having been said, the dread of self-reproach if I don't post every day should be sufficient motivation (it helps to be Slovak).

Not wishing to leave y'all with just the above musing, here is a cool optical gif from http://automatagraphics.tumblr.com/.  I love these things.


13 June 2020

Things I Don't Particularly Like

A while back, there was a thing* making the rounds on Facebook asking you to name something(s) that are generally liked that you don't like.  I liked that.  There are far too many things in this world that are assumed to be "everyone's favorite" that are very much not so.  I will elaborate here a couple "favorites" that I do not cotton to in the least.

* Have you noticed that, apart from "meme," there are no names for the types of things one sees on FB?  That alone should make us suspicious.

1) Chocolate Chip Cookies
    I don't despise chocolate chip cookies, I just find them uninspired.  They're not a chocolate cookie, they aren't a nut cookie, they don't possess the elegant simplicity of a Snickerdoodle.  They're a plainish cookie with daubs of melted chocolate.  Often they're set up like concrete.  I mean, what's the point?  This is ironic in that my mother was far-famed for her chocolate chip cookies.  What many don't know is that she actually made the best oatmeal raisin cookies in the world: soft, chewy, rich in molasses but not over much.  Ah!  The raisin oatmeal cookie!  Fruit, whole grains, unrefined sweetness.  I have often said that, as one who has studied Theology, I know that oatmeal raisin is the cookie God eats.


2) Peanut Butter
    Talk about "what's the point"!  Gooey, sticky, globby, messy gunk that--of all things--tastes like peanuts.  I mean, think about that people!  Peanuts aren't even real, respectable nuts; they're legumes for pity's sake.  Turning these mutant peas into light brown caulking compound does not improve them.
    2a) Peanut Butter & Jelly
          OK, if you must eat this wretched stuff, why in the name of all that's holy would you ever want it mixed with the most pedestrian, overly sweetened excuse for fruit jam on God's green earth?  As Voltaire is reputed to have said when offered grapes, "I do not take my wine in pill form."  That children from an early age are offered this pitiful glop as nutrition accounts for a good deal of what's wrong with America today.


3) "Braveheart"
    Aside from the fact that Mel Gibson is certifiably weird (he peaked early in my book, "The Year of Living Dangerously" was his best movie) "Braveheart" is the most predictable, melodramatic, and cliché hack-job on medieval history I've ever seen.  That it won an Oscar is unsurpassed proof that Hollywood's taste is in its mouth.  I've never been able to watch movie all the way though, but when I did see a clip of the ending, I found myself rooting for the English.


4) Beach Volleyball        
    This is NOT a sport.  It is a beach entertainment.  There was already an established international and Olympic sport of volleyball; there was no reason to bring in an amateur and stripped-down (literally) version of that sport and elevate it beyond its station.  To make it professional and competitive is just plain silly and, fer Chrissake, it's played in sand!


Well, that should do for now.  Some assiduous readers of previous posts may wonder why this wasn't labelled a HamsterRant.  That's because it isn't; this is far too mild for a rant.  When I do  rant, I'll let you know beforehand.  Toodles!