Thirty Days Later

Right about now-ish marks thirty days to the minute since Mongo gave up his beloved Ben & Jerry's ice cream for the entire month of November. Except for the previously mentioned "Klondike Incident", Mongo has succeeded in what turned out to be not that hard of a struggle.

I have estimated that I saved 18,360 calories and 850 grams of fat over the course of the month. That's approximately 5.25 pounds that I either didn't gain or have to work off.

Game on!

The old guy on the left who looks like an itinerant sterno bum -- I wonder if there are any other kind? -- is Rajendra Pachauri, chairman of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change.

He said yesterday that There is "virtually no possibility" of a few scientists biasing the advice given to governments by the UN's top global warming body, its chair said today.

Hey, old guy, get out your umbrella because the sh*tstorm is only beginning.

I have a programming assignment I have to complete this week, but when I get some time, I am going to take a look at the hacked data and some of the e-mails. Personally, I'd like to get a handle on the sloppy programming that some of those clowns did. (I never did have a high regard for Fortran programmers, anyway.)

If anyone else wants to contribute, offer technical comments and support, etc., the more the merrier.

Private correspondence can be sent to voyskapvo@yahoo.com if motivated.

DOUBLE PLUS UPDATE AND COMMON SENSE OBSERVATION: Ed Morrissey, one of the tireless hosts of Hot Air! hosted Kevin McCullough on his noontime show this afternoon and, among the subjects discussed, was this sack of crap CRU stink bomb. It turns out that my challenge/promise/pledge to get into this matter as a concerned private citizen/citizen programmer has been rendered moot because the CRU bozos have revealed that they no longer retained the underlying raw data from which they squeezed, cajoled, manipulated, and otherwise extorted their hocky-stick results:

"The data were gathered from weather stations around the world and then adjusted to take account of variables in the way they were collected. The revised figures were kept, but the originals — stored on paper and magnetic tape — were dumped to save space when the CRU moved to a new building."

The significance of this is rather obvious:

"It means that other academics are not able to check basic calculations said to show a long-term rise in temperature over the past 150 years. "

So, I guess the only thing that is left over are the data that they have crapped upon. So, this scientists' version of "the dog ate my homework" is kinda like like going to an IRS audit without all of the proper receipts. (Here's hoping they get a good stiff term for tax evasion.)

Anyway, Kevin McCullough makes the excellent point that, since they have discarded about two-three decades of raw data and with it their credibility, all of the Warmists should shut their big pie-holes until they amass another two-three decades of data to re-establish their shattered credibility.

..sure am looking forward to Algore sticking a sock in it until 2029, aren't you?

ANOTHER GRATUITOUS UPDATE: Ya gotta see this one. Hat tip to Hot Air!

FROM THE PIE POOL HE RISES!

On the night before Thanksgiving, I found a little shout-out for myself as well as for my late Dad while watching 'The Late Show with David Letterman'.

At the end of his annual pie-guessing chat with his Mom back in Indianapolis, Dave held up the Pie Pool chart for 2009 to show who had the winning combination this year. (The pies baked by Dave's Mom were the usual pumpkin and a raspberry pie.)

Among those who entered in the competition was a "Tom O'B". In fact, he bought a chance on two squares.

My actual name is Thomas O'B, but I'm also Thomas O'B III in my family. Even before birth I was being called by the sound-out of my initials: TO'B... Toby. I've always preferred being known as Toby and would have legally changed it long ago, except that I hold my original name in trust and in memory of my Dad.

I'm pretty sure I haven't done a very good job in keeping it with honor.... Oh well. Anyhoo, all O'Briens are kin (Nuts to you, Hugh O'Brian!) so I'm claiming this particular Tom O'B as a cuz!

BCnU!