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RTDNTOTO 🐻 Random Thoughts Deserving No Thread Of Their Own 20 (2025)

I once drove the CD Director (my boss), the Mayor and a Councilman on a field visit outside the city during the pandemic in a city vehicle. My driver's license had expired. Right after that happened, the normal review of authorized drivers showed my expired license. I did NOT get fired. I can be very charming...and also a careless idiot....you know, the more I think about it, the two things kinda go together so there's that. :)
I had a boss who was probably an alcoholic. Whenever work trips were planned the youngest/newest employee typical was tasked with driving. The boss or one of the more tenured employees would explain the "amnesia bridge". Which basically meant that once you drove the vehicle back to the city and crossed the overpass into town, you were to immediately forget what happened on said trip, especially if you were in the presence of his wife. (not cheating, but way too much to drink).
 
Sorry, I can't entertain you too much. They're rearranging everything at the job and now I have a bunch of kids to supervise. Kids who think customer service isn't part of planning for a city despite the past three city managers saying customer service is the thing we do.
You are excused from entertainment duties, citing grievous gen Z supervision/reeducation needs. Good luck, Soldier.
 
I had a boss who was probably an alcoholic. Whenever work trips were planned the youngest/newest employee typical was tasked with driving. The boss or one of the more tenured employees would explain the "amnesia bridge". Which basically meant that once you drove the vehicle back to the city and crossed the overpass into town, you were to immediately forget what happened on said trip, especially if you were in the presence of his wife. (not cheating, but way too much to drink).
Was there a Coldplay concert involved?
 
Okay, there is some entertainment. One of the kids brought me a plan where the business owner is doing a garage in back for his private car collection. Does that count as parking? I told them to just get rid of the statement about private car collection and it'll be fine.

Also, jerk move by the owner to take up employee parking - it looked overparked anyway - but still jerk move to put your private toys on your business lot.
 
Would you make and/or eat this ?

View attachment 64987

Dill Pickle Ice Cream with Honey Drizzle – The Sweet & Salty Scoop You Didn’t Know You Needed

Ingredients:
For the ice cream base:
1 cup dill pickles, finely chopped
½ cup pickle juice (from the jar)
1 ½ cups heavy cream
1 cup whole milk
¾ cup granulated sugar
4 large egg yolks
1 tsp vanilla extract
½ tsp salt

I love pickles. I would try that.

FWIW, I've gone way out of my way on three separate occasions this summer to get the dill pickle slush drink that Sonic has been advertising. Delicious!
 
"Amnesia Bridge" is real in Western New York. Where else is "Sorry, I was smashing into tables last night with the #BillsMafia" an acceptable excuse to miss work?!

seriously though, I never drink as much as I do when I am in Western NY - I don't get it, it's like a bubble hanging over Monroe County to the Pennsylvania border
 
meme_Indy_hates nazis.jpg
 
Brother is "in town" and in a nearby city - 10 miles - and I'm trying to decide if I should call him or wait to see if he shows up or he calls. He's an obnoxious brother. Love is not lost but don't really want to deal with his BS, nor does the Mrs. We are playing golf with my dad tomorrow so I'll have to deal with him anyway. He does have his daughter and she has some mental challenges so with her around, may make it more bearable and he tones it down.
 
Brother is "in town" and in a nearby city - 10 miles - and I'm trying to decide if I should call him or wait to see if he shows up or he calls. He's an obnoxious brother. Love is not lost but don't really want to deal with his BS, nor does the Mrs. We are playing golf with my dad tomorrow so I'll have to deal with him anyway. He does have his daughter and she has some mental challenges so with her around, may make it more bearable and he tones it down.
Family can be....tricky. Good luck!
 

Is it just me or does this chick's own appearance somehow leave one with the impression that she's an AI generated image?
 
Aug 1st is World Scout Scarf Day.

I know several Cyburbian are Eagle Scouts, so do you still have any scarfs ?
I still have 2 - our troop's & scout camp where I was counselor.
 
Aug 1st is World Scout Scarf Day.

I know several Cyburbian are Eagle Scouts, so do you still have any scarfs ?
I still have 2 - our troop's & scout camp where I was counselor.
I still have my eagle scarf and my troop's scarf. I gave away my local and national jamboree's scarves to a Scout at my church who collects and trades scout memorabilia. I also gave him my small collection of council shoulder patches.
 
Aug 1st is World Scout Scarf Day.

I know several Cyburbian are Eagle Scouts, so do you still have any scarfs ?
I still have 2 - our troop's & scout camp where I was counselor.
I do not have my Eagle Scout badge or scarf anymore; I had a box, and somewhere along the line in different moves I must have lost that box. If ever there is a need to move a hot, radioactive isotope of some kind, I hope to participate with a bunch of you former scouts. The day may yet come.... :) I never made Order of the Arrow. Anybody do it?
 
I do not have my Eagle Scout badge or scarf anymore; I had a box, and somewhere along the line in different moves I must have lost that box. If ever there is a need to move a hot, radioactive isotope of some kind, I hope to participate with a bunch of you former scouts. The day may yet come.... :) I never made Order of the Arrow. Anybody do it?
Call me if you need to move a radioactive isotope, I might need to practice but I got you.

As far as the Order of the Arrow, I did the Ordeal and was a Brotherhood member. I didn't receive the Vigil Honor. Our lodge was real active but I was not. They had a very competitive Indian dance team. I am interested in seeing if that changes in light of the Order’s new policy on American Indian Programming.
 
Call me if you need to move a radioactive isotope, I might need to practice but I got you.

As far as the Order of the Arrow, I did the Ordeal and was a Brotherhood member. I didn't receive the Vigil Honor. Our lodge was real active but I was not. They had a very competitive Indian dance team. I am interested in seeing if that changes in light of the Order’s new policy on American Indian Programming.
Very cool! I always wished I had done it, got the cool sash and all. @JNA, like you: no palms for me, but I did get two religious medals, I can't remember their names. Honor of Spirit, or something, or Faith in God, I forget. It's been a long time. The last scouting I did was to be the Webelo's Den Leader in my neighborhood. Took a whole bunch of really cool boys through that program and loved every one of the little dudes. We put on some awesome neighborhood spook alleys at my house, in lieu of putting on puppet shows to get the "Showman" award for their belts. I still run into those boys once in a while. They're all grown men now, lots of them in their thirties. It's nuts. :)
 
Call me if you need to move a radioactive isotope, I might need to practice but I got you.

As far as the Order of the Arrow, I did the Ordeal and was a Brotherhood member. I didn't receive the Vigil Honor. Our lodge was real active but I was not. They had a very competitive Indian dance team. I am interested in seeing if that changes in light of the Order’s new policy on American Indian Programming.
Can you say more about the Order's policy? I don't know much about anything beyond the cool sash and that not all of us did it. American Indian Programming? I didn't know there was an old policy, let alone a new one. Give! Give! I like knowing stuff. :)
 
I never made Order of the Arrow. Anybody do it?

My son was nominated for OA and it's what drove him out of Scouts. He was essentially abducted and hazed when he was called out. He didn't think he was ready, he was having to fill in for other OA members since they were off doing OA shit. He was feeling under the weather and they made it worse with their forced march that night. He never signed up for that, didn't want it, and in the end left Scouts over it.
 
My son was nominated for OA and it's what drove him out of Scouts. He was essentially abducted and hazed when he was called out. He didn't think he was ready, he was having to fill in for other OA members since they were off doing OA shit. He was feeling under the weather and they made it worse with their forced march that night. He never signed up for that, didn't want it, and in the end left Scouts over it.
That's too bad! It's sad when things get ruined for somebody who is otherwise really enjoying it like that.
 
Standing On My Head Again

By James D. Umbach, AICP

August 3, 2025

Copyright (C) 2025 James D. Umbach, AICP. Not for distribution.


Oh, look, a package in the mailbox! Who doesn’t love that?

Not this one again!! Aaargh!!

A while back, I mailed an item to my mother-in-law in California. I use the stamps.com service, which handles the postage for me—all I have to do is print out the label and tape it on.

So, all was good as I dropped the package in the mail, raised the flag, and let the United States Postal Service do its thing.

A few days later, Mom called and stated she never got the package. Your Columnist thought that was odd, since he had mailed it just days before. He went home to check it out, opened the mailbox, and there it was, returned. The postage was correct for the weight, but apparently because the package was “not rigid” it needed additional postage. OK, well, that’s a new one on me, but I looked it up in the Domestic Mail Manual (yes, there really is such a thing, and it’s exactly what it sounds like—a manual for how any mail within the U.S. is handled), and, sure enough, a package that is not rigid needs extra postage.

So, I went back to my postage software, slapped the extra postage on, and . . .

. . . a few days later, the package was back again, this time marked “insufficient postage,” even though I had added exactly as much as was requested.

At this point, it was time to actually go talk to someone at the post office that serves our neighborhood, so Wifey and I got in the car and drove down there. It turns out that when I added the new postage, that “cancelled out” the original postage, so it had to be entirely re-franked. Gaaa!!

That made no sense to me, but finally, we were able to explain the issue to a supervisor at the station, who said she would go ahead and waive that “this time.” For the third time in as many weeks, the package was on its way over the mountain, and it did eventually reach its destination in suburban Sacramento. I think it would have been far easier to have just shot it over the mountain in a cannon by that point.

Long-time readers know that my experiences with the United States Postal Service have been, in general, positive, and when there have been issues, they have been taken care of reasonably. That’s the key to customer service: take charge of mistakes, do what you can to make it right, and find a solution to prevent it from happening again.

= = =

Speaking of “generally positive” experiences, the December 3, 1862 issue of the New York Times—speaking right in the middle of the Civil War—reports that the latest report of Postmaster General Montgomery Blair is a good one. “Not for twenty years has the Post Office Department promised so fairly to become self supporting,” the article reads. The department is “one of the least showy, least ambitious branches of our Government. It abounds in hard work and in minute and endless details . . .the country owes some recognition of such services.” The postal system has been an independent agency for decades and is in no danger of showing a profit anytime soon, but the sentiment remains.



If you have any comments about this week’s (or any) column, you can reach me at umbachjd@yahoo.com. Unless you are an obvious troll (and none of you are), I write back!
 
Here's a letter I would love to write:

"Dear (agency name):

Thank you very much for your interest in pursuing me as a candidate for (position), and I appreciate the time you spent in sending me a rejection letter.

As you can imagine, I receive many rejection letters from many qualified agencies, and it is often difficult to choose who will move on to the next steps.

I am sorry to inform you that your rejection letter was not chosen to continue, and so, as a result, I will begin my employment with your agency two weeks from today. I do encourage you to consider rejecting me again for a job in the future.

I wish you the best of luck on your future rejections, and I look forward to working with you.

- Jim"
 
Here's a letter I would love to write:

"Dear (agency name):

Thank you very much for your interest in pursuing me as a candidate for (position), and I appreciate the time you spent in sending me a rejection letter.

As you can imagine, I receive many rejection letters from many qualified agencies, and it is often difficult to choose who will move on to the next steps.

I am sorry to inform you that your rejection letter was not chosen to continue, and so, as a result, I will begin my employment with your agency two weeks from today. I do encourage you to consider rejecting me again for a job in the future.

I wish you the best of luck on your future rejections, and I look forward to working with you.

- Jim"
That. Is. Awesome.

Make It So Star Trek GIF
 
situational awareness is so lacking

#getoffmylawn
Funny you mention this. Some folks just have worse SA than others. People that live inside their heads frequently have SA challenges. When we go to the grocery store Mrs. Maister has a disturbing tendency to travel down the middle of even rather wide aisles, treating them as if there is only one-way shopping cart traffic. I can't count the number of times other shoppers have tried clearing their throats and other less subtle means of trying to get her attention. On occasions I've had to push the cart off to the side even though she's standing right behind it. She's in her own little world looking at product labels or maybe the shopping list but not at all on maintaining SA. She not only seems to be blissfully unaware of potential threats when walking in an urban environment, but also when walking through the woods she tends to miss a whole lot of wildlife sightings. If she'd been in the Marines, she would have been that by-the-book sergeant that knows everything but then leads the platoon into an ambush.
 
That was drilled into our heads back when I was a FireFighter/EMT - "is the scene safe?"
Respeck. Were you responding to calls when Square Body Chevy Suburban ambulances were still widely in service across the USA (i.e. between 1973-1991) ?
 
Funny you mention this. Some folks just have worse SA than others. People that live inside their heads frequently have SA challenges. When we go to the grocery store Mrs. Maister has a disturbing tendency to travel down the middle of even rather wide aisles, treating them as if there is only one-way shopping cart traffic. I can't count the number of times other shoppers have tried clearing their throats and other less subtle means of trying to get her attention. On occasions I've had to push the cart off to the side even though she's standing right behind it. She's in her own little world looking at product labels or maybe the shopping list but not at all on maintaining SA. She not only seems to be blissfully unaware of potential threats when walking in an urban environment, but also when walking through the woods she tends to miss a whole lot of wildlife sightings. If she'd been in the Marines, she would have been that by-the-book sergeant that knows everything but then leads the platoon into an ambush.

I am your wife.

Also, remember my sister is coming over for dinner tonight, so don't be late after work. :)
 
Early yesterday evening we were sitting on the back patio eating dinner. Our youngest and a couple neighbor kids had been playing in the all the yards earlier in the day and had left all of the gates open. While we were finishing up and getting ready to start clearing dishes I watched a big coyote just stroll through the gate from around the side of the house and into the backyard. :wow:

Our kids were amazed, my wife was disturbed, and the coyote looked astonished to see any people back there!

It made it about halfway into the yard, looked at us sitting there and stopped in its tracks but didn't seem too worried - just caught off guard that it wasn't entering what it thought was an empty yard. It stood there for a few seconds and then turned around and wandered back out towards the front as leisurely as it had came into the yard. I got up and watched it cross the street towards a house that is currently empty and has a pretty thick patch of trees and bushes behind it. As a rule, we don't have phones at the dinner table but I may need to revise that, at least for when we're eating outside. I figure with no people in that house over there (and the old retired people next door who haven't been home in a couple months), the coyote has found a nice place to hang out so maybe we'll see it again soon. I know there are plenty of them around - our neighborhood is basically surrounded by golf courses and I can hear the coyotes yipping almost every night from around 10:00 pm to midnight, but this is the first one I've seen this summer (a few years ago we'd see them basically every day).
 
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