So, Hillary Clinton said at a speech recently that she feels the only way to truly bring the party back together is to make sure the delegates that voted for her have their voice heard. I have a feeling the people who's pants were around their ankles when Hillary bowed out originally aren't going to say much about that.

And at this point, that's all I'm saying about it too. That, and, "hold on."

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So, through pure randomness I watched Craig Ferguson last night for the first time in several weeks. Topic du jour? Motorcycles.

We have tickets to the Supercross at the fairgrounds on Saturday.

It seemed like there was a v-twin cruiser rocking by the house about once every ten seconds all night long.

I mentioned all this to Mrs. NFB this morning and she says, "It's like when you just break up with someone, all you can see is couples everywhere."

Except, well, actually, she does have a point. If only I could ride the darned thing. I told her when I got home last night, "I didn't go visit the other woman today, but I heard her calling me when I drove past the storage shed."

"You're not going to forget that comment are you?"

"No, I'm not."

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We had our quarterly meeting yesterday. Now, we have a crapateria that actually serves some pretty damned good food regularly. So what do we do on days we have the quarterly meeting + free lunch for employees? Shut down the crapateria and have them make nothing but hot dogs and beans. And not good hot dogs either. Big bastard hot dogs that, individually, could fill up a family of four and that have the quality that makes you suspect it's the stuff that didn't qualify to be included in dog food.

So, the IT department, mostly BB and myself, were curious about who makes that decision, quarter after quarter, and started trying to track down who thought it was a good idea in the first place.

The entire management team hate them even more than we do, being somewhat older and even less able to digest the damn things.

The HR team, supposedly actually in charge of these grand events, won't cop to it.

The dude who runs the crapateria ain't happy about it either, because he's presented the same idea many of the employees have presented since he's been open, "run the crapateria like normal that day, and put the bill on Funhouse. People get to try the food he serves every day that normally wouldn't, he gets advertising for his lunch business, Funhouse really wouldn't be charged much more than they are now because the hot dogs are available on the regular menu at the same price as a slice of pizza or a cheese burger." He told us every quarter that idea is shot down by the big guy as unreasonable.

When confronted, the big guy, Mr. President to us underlings, says, "THOSE HOT DOGS ARE GAWD'S OWN FOOD!" Then proceeds to make fun of the awful things for the next fifteen minutes. That's his way of saying he didn't make the decision either.

The investigation stalled at that point. No one's copping to it, and no one seems willing to change it now that it's in place. So, blue fog of death hanging over the Funhouse on quarterly meeting days from here to eternity. FUNHOUSE, WOOHOO!

That's it. Outz.