Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Gun death numbers to consider

Just some facts for you to ponder.
US all gun deaths 2010: 31,513.  Homicide 11,015, suicide 19,308. Accidental 600
Rate of all gun related death per 100,000 people: 3.03 (2009)

UK all gun deaths 2009: 2009: 138.  32 homicides, 101 suicides. 
Rate of gun death 0.22 persons per 100,000 people.

Australia all gun deaths 2010: 231.  Homicide 31, suicide 162. Accidental 10, undetermined 28.
Rate of all: 1.04 per 100,000

Germany all gun deaths 2010: 891.  Homicide 49, Suicide 761, the rest undetermined
Rate of all: 1.1 per 100,000

Japan all gun deaths 2008: 11. 
Rate of all gun deaths 8.73016E-08 (Excel is awesome)

Brazil 2008: 34,678 homicide, ~1,000 suicide (estimate), accidental ~300 (estimate)
Rate of homicide: 18.1 per 100,000

As for murder (ex suicide ex accidental ex undetermined) the United States is #5 behind South Africa, Columbia, Brazil, and Thailand: 

In other words, we rank #1 in gun-related deaths in "1st world" countries.    

All Sources: 

Just sayin'.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Junior pwons birthday cupcake

A new dessert fiend is created.

What is this thing?

Well this might be all right.

I pwoned this cupcake!

Sure you can have some crumbs Pops

Birthday boy!

Monday, December 10, 2012

why I don't like the bike trainer

The bike trainer is stupid, for one thing.  I didn't start riding my bike as a kid so I could increase my lactate threshold heart rate and all that other stuff.  I started riding my bike because it was fun and we could do ghost riding and wheelies on it.  Can you ghost ride a trainer?  No way.  It sucks.

I don't hate the trainer.  I stopped working out on it before that happened.  So I can jump on in a pinch, if it's really cold out or I just don't feel like riding outside either, but if I don't feel like riding outside chances are slim I'm going to be all excited about riding the trainer either.  Total emergency really. Nothing over two hours and preferably 1 hour and under.  These are rare occasions. Whee, look at me riding in place, I rock and am so motivated. Imagery of breaking the tape, shouts of joy. rah rah.

I sweat like a pig.  Riding outside the cool breeze caresses my soon to be sculpted like Adonis body and carries the heat away.  While I listen to birds chirp and watch the sun slide across the sky.  Righteous.  Inside I'm all hot and sweaty and make a puddle on the carpet.  If I want to get all hot and sweaty I'll go to a hot yoga class.

There are some bike shops that have organized trainer rides during the winter near my house.  That is a good idea.  But that would require packing the trainer into my car, putting the bike on my car, driving somewhere, unpacking the trainer, unpacking the bike, and then talking to people.  I already don't like the trainer, why would I take it on a date?

It's all a matter of perspective and why you're doing things.  I am into riding my bike for fitness, fun, camaraderie, and then competition.  If competition is number one for you, you'll feel way differently about the trainer.  It is great for dialing in your workouts, especially if you have a computrainer or other high tech gadgetry.  But I personally still think they sort of blow.  Not total chunks, but at least some dribbles.

It is also loud and will make you go deaf since you have to turn up the TV volume to 70 to understand WTF they're saying.  Just saying.  I would read a book but can't balance well enough to do so.  Maybe a recumbent stationary machine would be better. 

And that's how We feel on most Mondays. 

Also, gasoline taxes suck.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

2013 goal list

On the drive to a downtown bar for our winter team party last night, I told Bri I was going to make a list of things I want to accomplish/change/do next year.  Number one, I told her, was to stop having to rush around everywhere.  If I have to rush, I said, I just won't do it.

"You should call that how to continue my path to being an even grumpier old man," Bri said.

Number two, I continued, with nary a pause, would be to slam the door in anyone's face who rings my doorbell and wakes up my baby, when clearly there is a sign on the door that says "Don't ring the doorbell; Don't knock." (true story)

"Yes," Bri said, "that fits right in with the whole on the path to grumpiness theme."

Number 3 will be to not take crap from anyone, including Dear Wife.

"You've said that one before," she laughed, with a twinkle in her eye.

Number 4, since you must ask, is to quit doing low revenue work things, like type these ridiculous blog posts.

Number 5 is to sleep as much as I want.  As long as this does not interfere with rules 1 through 4. 

Number 6 will be to save at least $100 more than we did this year.  This should be an easy goal to accomplish.

Number 7 is to love my wife and my son with all my heart.  This rule trumps all other rules.  No matter what.

Number 8 is to ignore grammar and syntax on all text messages or emails sent from the world's tiniest keypads.

The end of my story and this stupid list.