That would be me, with my score of 101 points sans Google or outside assistance.
Your turn, and thanks Michele! And, no, that's not a picture of my sexy legwear there.
And not just because of what they're willing to do in the backseat.
A man described by authorities as a known sexual predator was chased through the streets of South Philadelphia by an angry crowd of Catholic high school girls, who kicked and punched him after he was tackled by neighbors, police said Friday.Heh. Ouch.
Update: No, I didn't copy Instapundit's closing remark. Just great minds and all that, I guess.
Yes, 'tis true, a mere 32 years ago today I entered the world. Anyone making a "Were you a trick or a treat? Hyuk!" joke will be shot on sight. No big plans - a typical day at work, then home, then handing out candy to the kids. I'll save my celebrating for tomorrow evening.
Although with National Novel Writing Month underway, I might not have the time. Heck, there's always time for beer.
Just one more day standing between me and the attempt to write at least 50,000 words of a novel. I've got a general story idea laid out, but that might change once it gets going, if it gets going - correction: when it gets going, as it surely will.
Had a good time last night meeting some of the other local budding novelists, drinking beer and playing pool and talking about sundry subject matter, some of which shall not be repeated here as this is a family-friendly blog. OK, who the hell am I kidding? Actually, a lot of the conversation is kinda blurry, but I did meet some cool people who I hope to see again during the endeavor.
If you've not stopped by Blovel lately, you should - the ranks are growing, and there's plenty of NaNoWriMo reading to be had over there. If the mood strikes, I might add progress meters and such to up the ante of the competition. Naturally, I will only do those if my stats don't shame me.
Anyway, I'm soon off to do a bit of rush hour driving in this lovely weather we're having in Denver today. Yesterday it was sunny and 80 degrees. Today it hasn't gotten above 30, and it's rainy.
Crazy weather, thy name is Colorado.
The question is rhetorical: the answer is Drew Barrymore, along with several other partners in blasphemy. The above is a quote from one of my favorite scenes from my favorite novel, CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES, which she has trampled on with her little cloven drug ridden Tom Green divorcing she-devil hooves. May Hroswitha and Boethius unite to plead for mercy for her undeserving soul (and may it not be given).
What has she done, you ask? Well I'll tell you...
Gimme gimme more more more »
The Juvie-Cokehound turned Revenant Slattern owns the film rights to CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES. That book, for those who walk in darkness and have read it not, revolves around Ignatius J. Reilly, a 30 something Boethius spouting archsedevacantist 300 lb. "self proclaimed genius" with a degree in medeival philosophy, a penchant for sloth, and a troublesome valve and his misadventures when he's forced to enter the workforce of his native French Quarter. To say hilarity ensues is to say is the biggest understatement since Custer said "Or maybe I was wrong". It is a novel without peer.
There have been attempts to turn it into a film for more than 20 years. The late great John Belushi was in negotiations to play the role when he had his lethal game of "Highball 'Hi Bob'"; since then names that have been tossed around have included John Candy (back when he was less cremated), Oliver Platt (my personal post-Belusian favorite), Jack Black (possible...), Philip Seymour Hoffman (is it me or is there anybody else who just can't stand this guy?) and even... God forbid... Louie Anderson. At one point Stephen Fry (brilliant in Wilde for those who haven't seen it- he is Oscar and Oscar is he, and nekkid Jude Law is finer than Baccarat crystal on an Egyptian cotton cloth with Trebizondian silk fringe and a design embroidered by Islamic nuns) wrote a screen version for Robbie Coltrane to star in- even that might have worked. But twas not to be.
Drew Barrymore has signed... as Ignatius...
Send the children from the room less they become like Tommy...
Yep, I said Will Ferrell. As in no-talent hack who wouldn't seem smart if he was surrounded by debeaked and lobotomized chickens Will Ferrell. As in "one-trick pony with less star power than Urkel as only post-Mike Myers SNL can produce them" Will Ferrell. As in "makes you long for the Brandovian brilliance and subtleties of Pauly Shore" Will Ferrell. As in "I think that acid laced crack and meth cocktail Drew took back when she was nine just kicked in" Will Ferrell. As in "couldn't act dead if he cuckolded O.J." Will Ferrell. IS THERE AT LAST NO DECENCY IN HOLLYWOOD!?
What's up next Drew? Are you going to remake AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MISS JANE PITTMAN as a Dolly Parton project? How about MACBETH starring Verne Troyer and Anna Nicole? ON GOLDEN POND 2 starring Ashton and Demi?
Oy... if you're Catholic and want to know how I fell, just imagine that Charles Nelson Reilly has been elected Pope. If you're Jewish, imagine Pat Buchanan has been made head of the JDL. If you're Baptist, imagine the phrase "President Elect Harvey Feirstein". If you're atheist, imagine the phrase "President Elect Pat Robertson".
I do like the casting of Lily Tomlin whenever possible and she's also in this, though as Mrs. Reilly instead of as Santa, which would be by far the better role for her. But the question is moot. If they cast MY Mama, I still wouldn't see this thing- God and John K. Toole gave them a filet mignon and they have made of it a chitlin'.
Your appauled working boy,
« That's plenty, thanks!
I'm a daddy again!
No, I don't know why the child looks nothing like me, or why she would claim this "Ryan Phillippe" character is the father. Reese, baby, did I really break your heart that much?
New York has updated the count of innocent people slaughtered for the crime of going about their lives:
More than two years after the World Trade Center fell in terrorist attacks, New York has reduced its official death toll from September 11, 2001, by 40 people.For those of you keeping score at home, this reduces the previous calculation of 279.2 murders per WTC hijacker to 275.2 per head.
The change from 2,792 to 2,752 is the result of an ongoing review process -- in particular of those initially reported as missing for whom no human remains have been identified.
There, see, those boys and their boxcutters weren't so bad after all.
Well, this comes to mind:
Phelps, citing a 10th Circuit Court of Appeals ruling, says the city must allow him to erect his monument in City Park as long as the Ten Commandments stay there. Phelps' monument would claim that slain University of Wyoming Student Matthew Shepard is in hell due to his homosexuality and would quote a scriptural passage calling homosexuality an abomination.
Gimme gimme more more more »
Ironically, Phelps has long praised the virtues of Roy Moore, Head Mullah of the T'Alabama and Defender of the Faith through Posturing, once sending a delegation to show his support. Gaytheists and others owe Phelps (who might be crazy as an excrement depository rodent but is most certainly not stupid- former child prodigy and a licensed lawyer until he was disbarred for filing several hundred lawsuits of dubious legitimacy against government officials) a minigratitude for exploiting the loophole left by displaying religious monuments on public property, so to express mine I'm mailing that handful of love today.
« That's plenty, thanks!
You know, if Naomi Wolf had testicles, she might not say something like this:
Here is what young women tell me on college campuses when the subject comes up: They can’t compete, and they know it. For how can a real woman—with pores and her own breasts and even sexual needs of her own (let alone with speech that goes beyond “More, more, you big stud!”)—possibly compete with a cybervision of perfection, downloadable and extinguishable at will, who comes, so to speak, utterly submissive and tailored to the consumer’s least specification?Hey, Naomi, here's how "ordinary women" can compete: They are real, flesh and blood, brains and breasts and buttocks and vaginas, all in a skin-wrapped package that beats hands down (or hand job) some erotic electrons emblazoned across a monitor. You can talk to them, touch them, tease them, and have it all reciprocated. You can have a true and intimate bond with them, whereas banging your wood into the television screen would probably end up with a true and intimate knowledge of Bondo.
For two decades, I have watched young women experience the continual “mission creep” of how pornography—and now Internet pornography—has lowered their sense of their own sexual value and their actual sexual value.Wait, I thought it was men not wanting real women, but now it's the porn that is lowering the sense of their own worth. Tell me, Naomi, is it the fault of the men or the porn? Or, perhaps more accurately, the women for feeling invalidated by a picture?
It's the fault of media that women feel unattractive, that they binge and purge, that they have unrealistic expectations of body image, right? Now it's porn's fault that they don't feel sexually desireable or important? I call bullshit. Ron Jeremy aside, the guys in porn look a lot better than I do - guys on television sure as hell look better than I do - but I don't starve myself, feel inadequate, or end up in counseling because of my poor body image. The blame lies with the individual, not with the external.
Well, I am 40, and mine is the last female generation to experience that sense of sexual confidence and security in what we had to offer.Um, my partners have been under the age of 40 and, I can promise you, they have no reason to lack confidence in their sexuality or security in their abilities. Perhaps Naomi is just feeling a bit rusty and projecting.
The young women who talk to me on campuses about the effect of pornography on their intimate lives speak of feeling that they can never measure up, that they can never ask for what they want; and that if they do not offer what porn offers, they cannot expect to hold a guy.And again, Naomi, you've indicated that the problem is not with the porn, not with the men, but with the women who self-victimize. A confident woman is still sexy, while an unconfident woman is not (just like you'd find a man lacking confidence to be a turn off as well).
The young men talk about what it is like to grow up learning about sex from porn, and how it is not helpful to them in trying to figure out how to be with a real woman.Wait, you just said that porn is turning men off of real women, but now the men are needing help to figure out how to be with a real woman - well, that sounds to me like real women should be in demand, a means for these boys to learn what they want, whereas Sylvia Saint just wants their credit card number.
Sorry, Naomi, but your whole premise has collapsed. You come across as more anti-sex and anti-threats-to-your-personal-sense-of-self-worth than anything else. Sorry, but get used to it - the world owes you nothing, not even validation of your obviously flagging sexuality.
Note: I realize that there are men who have a problem with addiction to pornography, who use it to supplant actual desire for the women they love. However, for Naomi to claim that it is the norm, the common denominator that spans America's beds, is foolishness.
I fully accept that some video games might inspire some kids to kill; that television violence might twist some minds; that porn might lead the Ted Bundy's of the world to commit horrible crimes - but the fact remains that most people are not affected by such things in any meaningful way. To throw the blame around as carelessly as Ms. Wolf is an insult to all of us.
More specifically, the operative word in self-esteem is "self." You have responsibility for your own. I realize that the mainstream media paints short, red-headed guys who are losing their hair and who have a beer pudge as the epitome of male sexuality, and that I should therefore be completely secure and confident in my ability to bed women left and right, but I hope you'll read the above with an open mind.
David Horowitz has officially gone off the deep end (I know, many of you thought he had well before today). I say this because this afternoon I received a very personal form e-mail from David, as a result of my having written Ann Coulter a nastygram for her idiocy via Frontpage Magazine (odd, Ann never replied, but Dave added me to his mailing list assuming I'd give a crap what he had to tell me - bzzzt, do try again, Dave). Anyway, the e-mail opener was this:
Imagine for a moment that you are a radical leftist with a singular agenda: destroy the fabric of American society. If you could pick a group that has been instilling civic values and virtues in young males for nearly a hundred years target, one champion of the ideals, morals and principles this nation embodies, who would you pick?I imagine, as a treasonous leftist himself, Horowitz has magical mind-reading powers that have told him that the Boy Scouts embody the ideals, morals and principles of America that must be attacked at all cost. Why, surely, you remember that article of the Constitution (our founding document, you see) that outlines how we must kick gays and atheists out of our country AND get the fire-building badge to be really cool.
If you said the Boy Scouts of America you would be dead on the mark.
I'm all for the rights of the Boy Scouts to engage in free association, so long as they don't receive public monies, but Dave's gone right off the loony diving board and sunk to the bottom of the pool on this one. Up his medication, doc.
John Hawkins over at Right Wing News asked bloggers to participate in his "books that have impacted your thinking" posting event. He solicited each blogger to provide 1-20 books, and I responded with several that had influenced my thinking politically, socially, and otherwise.
Needless to say, I did not vote for #1, although I probably should have as the barbarism inherent in many of the stories helped to assure me that atheism was a good thing.
Is Russia heading back to the days of authoritarianism?:
Russian liberal commentators said on Tuesday they feared of a new wave of authoritarianism after President Vladimir Putin slapped down big business leaders over the arrest of Russia's richest entrepreneur.For all we've been told about how Russia is now our friend, how they are becoming more like us, this is not good news. However, the interesting bit comes at the end:
The commentators, reflecting the thinking of liberal politicians who were reluctant to speak publicly, said Putin's truculent justification of the arrest of oil magnate Mikhail Khodorkovsky showed the KGB spy-turned-president had come down on the side of Kremlin hawks.
The oil magnate backs two liberal parties competing against Putin's allies in a parliamentary election in six weeks time. Putin himself is heavily favoured to win re-election in a separate poll next year.Ah, political freedom, alive and well in Russia. Get your cold war on. Again.
But many analysts believe Khodorkovsky's ambitions may go far beyond that -- even to seeking the presidency in 2008.
The World Wide Rant is now mentioned over at The Denver Post website. Today, Denver - tomorrow, Aurora or maybe even Highlands Ranch!
Thanks to Tiffany for getting us (and several of our local blogging comrades) listed.
Matt Welch is extremely well-groomed on the O'Reilly Factor tonight.
Don't get me wrong, I love Reason magazine, but I'm not sure the insurance salesman look is going to sell many folks on the libertarian-style agenda. Term life, maybe - free minds and free markets, doubtful.
Short on ideas tonight, and I'm on diaper duty with Fiona, so let's take a webcam tour of my life, sort of. I've spent a good 5-10 minutes to find webcams from the places I've called home (or, failing that, a webcam very near to where I called home, as is the case with Eglin AFB, Florida).
Here we go:
I hope that was as exciting for you as it was for me. Now I have to run the WWRunt up to bed, then perhaps I can spend some quality time with beer, the news, and you.
Oh, yes, International ANSWER, let's pull out of Iraq and leave the people there subject to those who would do this:
At least 10 people -- nine Iraqis and a suicide bomber -- were killed and more than 20 wounded in an attack on the headquarters of the International Committee of the Red Cross in central Baghdad, according to officials.And yet the far lefty kooks have the nerve to say that the allied forces are the barbarians, the murderers, the evil ones. Moral bankruptcy, anyone?
This won't mean a thing to any of you who aren't familiar with Tuscaloosa, Alabama, but after nearly 50 years, an era is ending.
The legendary Chukker is closing its doors forever. The greatest bar in the state of Alabama, having hosted Jimi Hendrix, the Replacements, REM, the Allman Brothers, the Descendants, the Misfits, Sublime, Sun Ra, Dick Dale, and Ronnie Dawson, to name just a few, will capitulate to the forces of mediocrity and dumbassed city ordinances on Halloween night.
In a city full of frat rats, college kids, and rednecks, the Chukker was the only place where every type of person in the city could go and feel welcome. There were derelicts, lawyers, drag queens, punk rockers, bikers, rednecks, black, white, young and old. We all hung out there in the spirit of awesome music and great atmosphere. I can't tell you the number of sunrises I've seen from the Chukker's back yard, after having exhausted myself watching band after band play from 8PM the previous night until the crack of dawn.
I'll be there the final night, when the rumor is that they're going to burn the place down. I don't support random vandalism, but after the Chukker's legendary history, it might be the only appropriate end.
Goodbye, Chukker. Eat cornbread, raise hell.
The blogosphere has been all over this, but here we go:
Demanding an end to the U.S.-led occupation and the quick return of American troops, the demonstrators gathered on a sunny fall day at the Washington Monument to listen to speeches and songs of peace.I can think of another sunny fall day when our allowing tyranny and terror to co-exist alongside civilization resulted in two very tall buildings collapsing. I'm not saying that Saddam was involved with 9/11, but I doubt he shed any tears for those that perished.
One man's small cardboard sign gave his summing-up of the day: "This administration does not represent me," it said in black capital letters typewritten on white paper.That's nice to know. It's also pretty much a given, unless you're party line voter who doesn't care about the issues. Otherwise, you're bound to disagree with the administration on one point or another (for instance, stupid steel tariffs). Either way, your sign isn't news.
"We feel it's very important to keep our voices heard because we want our troops home," said Bill Nelson, a Burbank, California, bookstore owner. "We want the money here for health care and jobs, not a military industrial complex."Not to quote those with whom I disagree, but this is too easy - I guess a chance at a good life is something those little brown babies in Iraq don't deserve. You know, they could be protesting Bush's tax cuts which I personally think were kind of silly in a time of war with an economy in the crapper (being one of those who thinks governmental tinkering with the economic machine is a generally bad idea). But somehow I imagine "Impeach Bush!" brings more cameras than "Tax Us More!"
Organizers estimated that 100,000 people turned out for the demonstration, but police at the scene put the number much lower, from 10,000 to 20,000.Apparently the lefty kooks of ANSWER used the same strict and structured analysis for head counting as they did when they decided that the Iraqi people would magically be better off if we pulled out immediately. I am tempted to insert a joke about how we'd be better off if some far lefty's dad had pulled out immediately, but that would be tasteless.
So, all in all, nothing new from these yahoos; they're making the same loud monkey noises they made before the war, during the war, and now in the aftermath. Yelling insults and slogans rather than solutions. At least they're mildly amusing.
Now THAT was a game, a nail-biter to the very end. You know, when the end finally came after 5 overtimes. Amazing. That game is what football should be, except that I don't think I want a life full of ulcers and stress headaches like I am suffering right now.
Final score: Tennessee 51 - Alabama 43.
Not a win, but one hell of a game.
Just a post to confirm for Zuly that I finished reading "Atonement", by Ian McEwan. I suppose, as the book deals with the power of the act of writing, I can also place this post over on Blovel. The book, much like Yann Martel's "Life of Pi," hinges upon an unexpected view of the story as you near the end, unfortunately - and perhaps because of reading the other - I deduced the "surprise" before it came, perhaps lessening the impact of the tale.
Although, even had I not known, I'm not sure that Briony's act of atonement for her crime makes everything all better. Perhaps it's all she could do. Sometimes that's not good enough.
Still, a recommended read as the story is involving and the prose well-crafted.
Now, I shall return to seeing if Alabama can beat Tennesse.
"I mean, I'm an absolute Marxist when it comes to economics," he says from New York.Yes, history has shown that Marxism is quite possibly the most beneficial form of economics around; why, everyone lives in splendor and wealth and happiness and joy - oh wait, they're all equally miserable. Same difference.
"I don't believe a CEO does any more work than a janitor. All labor is worth the same."You, sir, are truly an idiot and really should learn some market economics. The janitorial skillset isn't exactly rare, and thus the market value is lower - the CEO skillset is much rarer, and thus the pay is considerably higher. Granted, not all CEOs do incredible jobs, but neither do all janitors - but even if you say they aren't very smart, I see no one begging for Ted Rall to be a CEO. So they must be at least a bit more savvy, if nothing else, than you, idiot.
Yes, another afternoon in downtown Denver enjoying the free wireless cloud that hangs over some blocks and bars. Quite nice to be sitting here, a cold beer, a day that is growing colder (brrrr, winter finally), and a connection that is 1Mb up/down. As the days grow shorter and the nights, uh, longer, and the temps begin to drop, I suppose I'll have to start seeing how strong the signal is from inside various places.
In other news, we've switched the house from DSL to cable. So, I'll be trekking out tonight to buy a wireless router. Geekdom has infilitrated our household.
Update: Holy Mary, Mother of Lil'Jeebus, I do love me some cable internet and wireless routing. The router lives in the basement, but even two floors above in our bedroom my connection speed maxed out at 2.6 Megabits per second on an "Excellent" connection. I feel like I just lost my virginity, but without the potential guilt or mess.
The government, always looking for a way to increase its own girth, wants to help you reduce yours.
The Food and Drug Administration said Thursday that labeling menus is among several proposals it is considering to help people watch what they eat.Here, let me simplify things for the Feds so that our tax dollars can be spent on something useful: a salad is generally good for you. A double bacon cheeseburger probably isn't (shut up, Atkins people - just losing weight doesn't mean "good for you" and only caloric restriction with proper nutrition has been shown to actually increase lifespan and reduce age-related afllictions).
Food companies already are required to put nutrition information on the backs of food packages, and nutrition advocates have been pressuring the government and the industry to impose similar requirements on the restaurant industry.
This has been a World Wide Rant Public Service Annoucement.
Well, it looks like Pieter got caught up in quite a shit-storm (that's a "poopie-storm" to you unmarried ladies with tender constitutions and pure hearts) for his blanket condemnation of homosexuality. Although, I will grant him this, he does have every right to ask that people respond to the points he posted, rather than simply poking fun (although poking fun is enjoyable too). So, let's look at the main points and address them, shall we?
First, what are these other sources? Second, assuming that the statement is true, I've no interest in legislating the number of sexual partners someone is able to have. Third, what's with the focus on male homosexuals? I have a feeling it's because none of Pieter's so-called "logic" will hold up when it comes to lesbians, but he'll try to make it a broad assessment of all gay people (that is what we call being dishonest, but fundamentalists of all stripes seem to have a knack for it).
For a fuller treatment on studies involving homosexuality and pedophilia, look here. In summary:
One individual has claimed to have data that prove homosexuals to be child molesters at a higher rate than heterosexuals. That person is Paul Cameron. As detailed elsewhere on this site, Cameron's survey data are subject to so many methodological flaws as to be virtually meaningless. Even so, his assertions are often quoted by antigay organizations in their attempts to link homosexuality with child sexual abuse.And, unlike Pieter or the person about whom he is writing, the good folks at UC Davis then provide explicit reasons why Cameron's methodology is flawed. Ah, the scientific method, once again bashing ignorance upon his thick head.
Of course, he'll say that we pass them as a result of our having multiple partners - but notice, when it comes to homosexuals, the problem is their being gay, but when it comes to straight people, it's a lack of monogamy. Of course, if homosexuals were monogamous, that wouldn't satisfy Pieter's need to hate.
As for golden showers, the author once again says that most gay people engage in them while heterosexuals do not, yet - suprise of surprises - fails to provide any supporting evidence for the claim. Maybe they do - maybe they don't - but I'm certainly not going to take the word of an anti-gay crusader as the Gospel truth (heh, get it - Gospel truth?).
OK, this grows tiring, and for one simple reason that I alluded to above: none of this deals with lesbianism. None. It's an argumentative sleight-of-hand filled with half-truths and unsupported assertions that Pieter and his ilk can use to justify to themselves their hatred of homosexuals, period.
If honesty is a virtue, then I suspect I'll be seeing such homophobes in Hell. Good lord, no matter where I go I won't able to get away from such idiocy.
But I digress - I wonder if Pieter thinks lesbian relationships are acceptable. I know I do. At least the ones in the glossy magazines.
Post a pointless quiz result. Hooray!
Update: OK, fine, meet the extended family.
Over at Vodkapundit's, I was accused of - more or less - being obnoxious for encouraging people who despise homophobia and hateful people to link to Pieter Friedrich's blog. I don't see it as obnoxious - I see it as exposing noxious thoughts and ideas to the light. These hateful people do walk among us. I don't mean your run of the mill "ooh, butt sex is icky" kind of person - I mean those who think homosexuality should be illegal, a capital crime. They are truly no better than the Islamic fundies we're fighting.
That said, if you think my original post was obnoxious, then what would you call this?
Update: This one would have been even better. But, as I said in the comments, this wasn't about Pieter, but about showing someone what it means to be obnoxious.
Well, not really, but John Tabin does and it's amusing to watch the idiots come out of the
woodwork network to let him know their feelings.
And just so some of those same idiots will eventually Google their way here, allow me to repeat - for the sake of Page Rank - I hate Radiohead. I hate Radiohead. I hate Radiohead.
(but not really.)
We will not be receiving any SLA-related compensation ourselves, but thought some sort of credit was in order for our clients base, all of whom were affected by this and as frustrated by it as we were. A credit based on the actual percentage of inaccessibility (2%) or even rounding up to a full day (3.33%) were possibilities of assigning this credit, but we rejected both. Instead, we will be assigning a 6% credit (2% total impact time times 3 days) to each client against the monthly calculated fee for their account....Sure, it's only going to save me sixty-six cents, but it's a nice gesture and probably adds up to a lot more for those who run significant businesses through Hosting Matters' services.
Kudos, folks, and thanks.
Yet this isn't happening only in America. Two nations, America and Israel, are being quietly torn apart before our eyes. In both cases, it's time to pause and make some strategic decisions, because their problems, though different, bear many striking similarities.This isn't news; this is Anti-Indymedia - if this website and Indymedia ever end up linked next to each other, they will obliterate themselves and all of us with them.
Both nations have been subjected to the manipulations of New World Order leaders. Almost without exception, political leaders in both countries are corrupt beyond words, and hold office simply to fulfill the world government desires of their masters. I've moved beyond trying to convince people of this after almost a decade of writing this column. If you don't believe me, please check for yourself.
I recommend more careful screening to our pals at Google.
So, in our continuing effort to support the fine efforts of NetFlix, we watched a couple o'flix tonight.
First up, The Matrix: Reloaded. All in all, not bad entertainment, but the special effects feel dated and don't dazzle nearly as much as the original.
Best moment: Any scene involving Monica Bellucci. If only they had forsaken "bullet time" for "boobie time." Yes, I'm mature, I know. And that photo there is for Bellucci-boobie-fan, Steve Green. Please file any complaints with his people.
Questions: So, is Zion real or just another Matrix program set out to find the weaknesses in humanity? I'm aiming for it being fabricated based on Keanu's Wonder Twin Powers when the spidery-robotic things attacked. Also, why was the power grid out for 3 minutes and 14 seconds? I considered maybe something like John 3:14 or perhaps a rough estimation of the value of Pi, but then I realized maybe they just did crap like that to make people like me wonder. Ooh, deep, fellas.
Second movie of the night, Star Trek: Nemesis. Copious notes on this one, bear with me.
The foreshadowing in the dyslexic titling was too obvious. Marina Sirtis is, um, well-endowed, and, no, I don't know why she is nude and riding an elephant on her website. In the future, white people still can't dance. Best line was "You have the bridge..., Mr. Troi." I'm curious now about the origins of the word "viceroy" - I assumed it meant vice-king. I was more or less right. Picard's clone looks more like a tall version of Mini-Me than a perfect copy of a young Picard, even if "a lifetime of violence will do that" to a face. Romulans seem to be stuck in the 70s/80s, what with their disco mosaic clothing. Maybe word just takes a while to get around the galaxy. Shinzon (spelling my own, forgive me, Dorks of the World) looks like he borrowed his coat from Neo in the movie above (not to be confused with Nemo). Overly obvious moralizing is about as painful as a 2x4 to the head and the crotch. With a rusty nail sticking out of the board. The special effects were, honestly, better than those of the movie above. Sorry, Matrix people. Data died - that was fitting. Too bad they had to goo it all up with his replacement so we wouldn't feel sad - sometimes a story should end tragically for it to have value. At leat he died in a better way than Tasha Yar did, she being killed by the jam-covered Glad Bag monster.
Alrighty, guess that about sums it up. This has been WWR@TheDVDS.
Fred Berry dropping dead is what's happening.
ReRun at 52. John Ritter at 54. That's it, I'm swearing off the beer, eating healthy, and exercising on a daily basis from now on!
Starting next week.
Michael: I just didn't understand why an openly homosexual blogger would be linking to and recommending a blog that spends a fair amount of time bashing homosexuality and the homosexual agenda. Since it was pointed out to me that Aakash linked to you in a recent entry, that does explain things.I'm sure he'd be equally pleased if this atheist blog (with Jon, our token homosexual) were to add him to the blogroll, but I do have a small fear that someone might think I agree with him, like him, or want to see his so-called thinking encouraged.
I think I would prefer that you remove me from your blogroll. It's my preference that this blog not be associated with yours.
At least within the context of a post, I can point out that I'm mocking our dear friend, whether or not he can hear me laughing as I stand outside of his closet.
However, it would be mildly amusing if all the Blog'Mo's out there would link to him and send him some traffic...Jody, your mission if you choose to accept it (since it was your idea, you see).
The Lawrence, Massachusetts Schools Superintendent, just made his momma proud:
LAWRENCE, Mass. -- Schools Superintendent Wilfredo T. Laboy has passed the state-mandated literacy test on his fourth try.When asked how he did it, Mr. Laboy replied: "I done studied myself real good."
Vicky has the rest of the story.
I'm sure now someone will try to sue evolution for their weight problems.
Calorie-packed fast food encourages over-eating and weight gain because it is out of step with human evolution, scientists have said.Sorry, but when someone orders two Big Macs, or super-sizes their value meal, or economizes by eating half the dollar menu, that's not an accident. If you don't know that the majority of fast food is fat-laden, heart-clogging, calorie-dense McSustenance, then you are an idiot.
They pointed out that humans are designed for conditions in which food is relatively scarce and low in energy.
But fast food from take-aways and convenience stores is typically energy dense. You do not need to eat much of it to consume a lot of calories.
The result is people accidentally over-eat without feeling particularly full.
Maybe evolution is responsible for that. Please don't breed, and let's hope your thick head is weeded out of the gene pool.
Hey, hey, we're back on the air, for now anyway. Sorry for the downtime, but apparently some anti-West militant Muslims are to blame. Not that they were targeting us specifically (give us some credit for not overestimating our importance, although they would target us if they knew we existed, surely - or not), but they did continue their Denial of Service attacks against our hosting company. Anyway, here's hoping she holds.
Once upon a time, there was a field of employment called "quality control." It focused on solving problems after the fact, and resulted in significant re-work, loss of productive time, and - given sheer volumes - the chance that a "bad piece" would slip through and move right out into the world. This is the outmoded approach that the TSA is following:
Hatfield said layers of airline security have been added since the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks. Even if a passenger got a forbidden item past a checkpoint, he said in another interview, there are other safeguards built in, such as strengthened cockpit doors and the presence in many instances of onboard air marshals.Unfortunately, their efforts should be spent on just that - passenger screening. This is what we can call "quality assurance," monitoring the product as it moves down the line to make sure it meets our standards, rather than waiting until the end to deal with issues. And they can stand atop the tallest plane and yell how much they've improved things, but the fact remains: a college kid beat them all, repeatedly.
"We have a security system built on layers and the layer we call passenger screening, while it's vastly improved over the pre-9-11 era, it still has its limitations," Hatfield said.
Cockpit doors, which have been found to be capable of being knocked clean off their hinges (so I've read), and armed air marshals are nothing but quality control - an admission that the process before is inherently flawed and producing poor quality. They are a virtual shrug of the governmental shoulders, saying "What do you want us to do?" The end result is that, even with those wonderful additions, if the screening process fails miserably, you still have armed terrorists onboard a plane full of innocent civilians.
The cost of poor quality is death and destruction.
Do I expect that we will stop each and every possible terrorist attack? Of course not - people are people, they make mistakes, and processes drift away from high performance unless strictly monitored - and the terrorists will constantly be looking for new ways to bypass our security. However, as with any other business process, the government, the airlines, the consultants whom the pay large sums, should work to anticipate these actions and refine the process as necessary. A process that does not change to meet requirements is a process that is destined to fail.
Yes, it's expensive - yes, it requires dedicated resources - yes, it demands innovative thinking and risk-taking - but, it's a lot cheaper than the purchase price of the World Trade Center and Pentagon.
Update: Ooh, ahh, the American Society for Quality seems to agree, or at least finds fault with the TSA's approach to quality.
Meaning both this site and myself. You might have noticed that it was rather difficult to get to your favorite HostingMatters blogs today; blame the friendly folks at AT&T for that one. No Denial of Service, just a blip of crap service.
Anyway, as I am off to bed to read before blissful dreams involving you, my adoring fans, some brief thoughts:
OK, good enough for tonight. Talk amongst yourselves.
This really doesn't need any commentary. The nice thing is that at least these 10 Commandments don't require a crane to move them. The bad thing is the carnage that will undoubtedly ensue when in the Final Days the armies of the Tinkertoyite Christians and the practitioners of the Heresies of the Lincoln Log go up against the righteous of the Legos Logos.
Unfortunately you can't link to any page but the homepage, but please check out "Camp Defecation", "Bestiality", and "Homosexuality" for some images you won't soon forget.
I'm just busy.
But, I promise - with Thor as my witness - that I'll get around to posting some inflammatory opinions sometime today. I suspect I should tackle the Terri Schiavo issue, the "gay gene" issue, and why I shake my head in disbelief when Catholics advocate "prayer and fasting" as a solution to anything other than the Trivial Pursuit question of "What's a good way to talk to the air while feeling hungry?"
Soon, lil'chirrens, soon...
Getting ready for NaNoWriMo.
I previously mentioned that I was reading "On The Beach" and "Alas, Babylon," as part of my no-real-point-to-it literary focus on the end of the world. So, to score points for Zuly's Reading Room, allow me to briefly summarize them for you here:
"On The Beach" doesn't have a happy ending. "Alas, Babylon" ends on a note of some distant hope. Leading up to those respective endings are the similar tales of the survivors of a war gone terribly wrong. I'd give "Alas, Babylon" the higher rating based upon better character development and the annoying way in which Nevil Shute, in "On The Beach," continually refers to one couple's infant daughter as "it."
Nevil - a table is an "it." A car is an "it." An infant girl is a "she." I realize this won't be of much use to you as you've been dead for 43 years, but there you go.
I'm presently reading "Atonement," by Ian McEwan. Only 140 pages in, so no summary yet, but I will say that I think the writing is exceptional, and the slow build to the "crime" of the novel (which I've just reached around page 140) is more like embers burning and catching alight than a yawn-fest of "when will it end?"
I have high hopes to finish the book by tomorrow night as I'd like to read "The Picture of Dorian Gray" and perhaps "The Time Traveler's Wife," before NaNoWriMo is upon me and my limited free time is dedicated to writing the masterwork that will make me rich and enable me to conquer the planet through economic power alone.
Or at least enable me to size up from a Biggie Fry to a Great Biggie Fry at Wendy's.
The latest news from the Rational Belief Home Office isn't very promising.
Fully 92 percent of Americans say they believe in God, 85 percent in heaven and 82 percent in miracles, according to the latest FOX News poll. Though belief in God has remained at about the same level, belief in the devil has increased slightly over the last few years — from 63 percent in 1997 to 71 percent today.Why believe in just one myth when you can tack on a second one for the low, low price of nothing? Accept Jesus now, and Beelzebub is yours free (shipping and handling extra, all returns will incur a 10% re-stocking fee, and - oh yeah - caveat emptor and be careful what you wish for - amen).
Of course, some Christians see this as good news. However, the article continues:
The national poll, conducted by Opinion Dynamics Corporation, shows that about a third of Americans believe in ghosts (34 percent) and an equal number in UFOs (34 percent), and about a quarter accept things like astrology (29 percent), reincarnation (25 percent) and witches (24 percent).Maybe in 100 years we'll have evangelical zealots proclaiming the good news of Binky the Magic Space clown, an alien being who, guided by his Scorpio sun-sign, gives people continuing chances at life after they die, while He battles the evil witches who seek to destroy the Faithful. It could happen. Reason isn't our strength if these numbers are to be believed.
* There, that should piss some of you right off.
When you're lax on blogging, engage the meme - today's is The Friday Five.
Beer, orange juice, bacon, fat-free mayo, and spinach, among other things.
Ground beef, Jimmy Hoffa, ice cream, vodka, and frozen waffles.
Brillo pads, dishwashing liquid, pet stain remover, a dustpan, and 409.
A bottle opener, a coaster, a kitschy ceramic cat, books, and the installation disc for GTA III.
We don't have one. We do, however, have a medicine drawer. It contains the usual assortment of medicinal miracles, so think of five and you're probably spot on.
You're right - this was pretty lame. But you love me anyway.
I have so far failed to mention that some folks who work for and who are hosted bv my webhost, Hosting Matters, are also participating in NaNoWriMo and have their own website dedicated to their suffering. Be a dear and check it out.
And switch to Hosting Matters for your hosting needs - they kick ass.
Oh...my novel? It's coming along swimmingly, at least so far as I am allowed to go with it before N-day, 11/1/03. I have a rough plot and some ideas for where it might go, what the moral of the story is, and some folks who will probably die in the course of literary events. Stay tuned.
Update: Oh irony of ironies - the moment I say "get thee to Hosting Matters," down they go, or at least I was unable to get to any HM site from my seat in the bar (wireless, baby, wireless). All seems well now though.
Update, the Second: Michele says HM was under a Denial of Service attack. So, I can still happily recommend them for all your hosting matters.
Update, the Third: The problem with wireless blogging from a bar is that, after a few beers, you tend to get careless and do something silly like recommend people check out a site and then, uh, not link to it.
So, mea culpa - here's the HM Does NaNoWriMo site.
At least it's statistically unlikely. Possibly.
Anyway! The World Wide Rant just broke the 100K hit barrier. I have no idea what it's a barrier against, but that doesn't matter. We've made the big time. Well, if the big time is defined as "over 100K hits." If it's not defined that way, then we're still rinky-dink, and that's ok too - because we're not in this for the love, admiration, or money (although, look, PayPal button to the left!) - we do it for the love of the craft.
Thanks to Jo for reminding me of it!
Anyway, yay for us, hooray for us, here's looking forward to hitting one million sometime in 2037!
So I stumbled across Karen Sisco last night. Well, not literally, although that wouldn't be a bad thing, given that Carla Gugino is rather easy on the eyes (made even easier by the semi-gratuitous insistence on always packaging Carla in form-fitting fashions for her fair figure).
All in all, a pretty enjoyable show, except that her relationship with her father reminds me a bit too much of the over-the-top father-daughter relationship found in Crossing Jordan, which starred Jill Hennessy, whos is also rather easy on the eyes.
Funnyman Ricky Gervais is hoping that his sitcom The Office will prove a hit in America, after the NBC network said today it was producing a remake of the show.Look, folks, the British accents really aren't that hard to understand if you simply pay attention; failing that, turn on the closed captioning on your television (assuming you're not an illiterate - in which case, you're SOL). Trust me, the show will be much funnier this way. Hell, watching it with the sound turned down would be funnier than most of what you find on NBC.
NBC said the spoof documentary, created by Gervais and Stephen Merchant, would be remade with an American cast if a pilot episode proves a success.NBC's version will most likely include the incredible reality of six employees and friends who work for a New York paper merchant, live in impossibly large apartments given their wages, and who banter endlessly about sex, their lack of it, and how all of them have gotten funky with one another at some point. What a hoot!
The network’s prime time development president Kevin Reilly said: “Workplace comedies are a staple of TV. Unfortunately, most office comedies have all the reality leeched out of them.
Can't we make a law or something?
Malaysia's Prime Minister just pulled a Louis Farrakhan:
Malaysian Prime Minister Dr. Mahathir Mohamad has urged Muslims to unite against Jews who, he says, rule the world by "proxy."Um, what's wrong with ruling by proxy? That's rather what the United States government is based upon. Perhaps he'd prefer a tyrannical autocracy?
Opening the Organization of the Islamic Conference (OIC), a 57-nation summit in Malaysia on Thursday...Hmmm, an Islamic Conference - chances are he is keen on the tyranny idea after all.
... the veteran leader also took aim at Islam, blaming a shift towards theological interpretations of the Koran that shunned science and development.Except when it comes to chemical, biological, and nuclear weapons, all of which are given Allah's blessing for killing the Infidel (and those damned, dirty Jews!).
In his speech at Putrajaya, Malaysia's new administrative capital, the outgoing leader named Israel as "the enemy allied with most powerful nations."Wait, I thought those damned, dirty Jews controlled the world - now they're just allying themselves with us? And if America was controlled by Jews, why not just make Israel the 51st state and be done with it? Oh, that's right, I forgot - anti-Semitism is idiotic blather.
In his blistering attack at the summit, Mahathir said Jews ruled the world and got others to fight and die for them, but added that they would not be able to defeat the world's 1.3 billion Muslims.I don't know, they've done a pretty good job of holding their own so far. Probably something to do with being smart enough to ally themselves with the most powerful nations and being a tad more progressive than the Islamic backwaters that surround them.
Malaysia, a moderate mostly Muslim nation, has long been a critic of Israel's occupation of Palestinian territories.But apparently doesn't mind public buses going boom. After all, those damned, dirty Jews on the bus were probably controlling the world by proxy via wireless laptops (for those in Islamic backwaters, a "laptop" is a machine that lets you stream pornographic images through the air).
"Islam is not just for the seventh century AD. Times have changed. Whether we like it or not we have to change," Mahathir said. "Not our teaching ... Islam is not wrong, but the interpretations by our scholars can be wrong."On the bright side, some of his views might actually drag Islam kicking and screaming out of its present Dark Age, one day reaching a point where people only pay lip service to it until questioned or someone threatens to remove a monument to the Five Pillars from a state courthouse, in which case they'll once again fall on their knees and look like complete idiots, saying "Get your hands off our Allah!"
Mahathir suggested new tactics for Muslims to vent their anger and frustration.And then get them to oppress those damned, dirty Jews!
"Is there no other way than to ask our young people to blow themselves up and kill people and invite the massacre of more of our own people?" he asked.
"It cannot be that there is no other way ... we must not antagonize everyone. We must win their hearts and minds."
Sorry, but anti-Semitism, even dressed in progressive clothing, is still, as I said, idiotic blather.
Oh yeah, one more toy for you NaNoWriMoans (or whatever) out there.
Plumb Design's Visual Thesaurus - I know it made the blog-o-rific-rounds a long time ago, but I thought it might be useful once again. If nothing else, it's a fine way to waste time by playing with the connections between words. Ooh, pretty.
Not that he ever was officially on it, but if he had been, you'd be able to strike Roverpundit from the rolls of the unemployed as of this coming Thursday. Hurrah!
Drinks on him!
Just a smallish compendium of links related to writing that you may or may not find of interest if you are participating in National Novel Writing Month. I had intended to put a list such as this in a new sidebar over at the Blovel site, but it's growing late in the evening and I'll soon be off to bed (first to finish reading Alas, Babylon and then to sleep, perchance to dream). However, since that sidebar idea isn't going to happen tonight, here are the links for your perusal:
OK, that's a start on some links. Feel free to add yours in the comments, unless they happen to be automated spam for life insurance, a larger penis, or "amazing virgin teen sluts!"
This concludes your Five Word Sophomoric Movie Review.
I apologize that this is late since the night for lighting the first candle on the wedding cake for the presidentially sponsored first annual Marriage Protection Week was actually Sunday night, but better late than never! (And for all you Degeneres degenerates out there, please note that it's happy BE-lated, not FEL-lated, cause I care about the morality of this country.)
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Ah, I can't believe I actually slept through the MARRIAGE PROTECTION WEEK parades. I understand the THOMAS & MARTHA JEFFERSON floats were especially cool (though strangely the Thomas Jefferson float kept veering off course into a Nails & Weaves place on Martin Luther King Blvd.). I can only hope that I'll get to catch the MARRIAGE PROTECTION WEEK TV Specials (I hear that Marie Osmond is going to emcee and sing a computer generated marriage medley number with the late Burl Ives & the even later Carlos Gardel!)
When I think about how close the institution of marriage came to being erased from the face of the Earth like the dodo, the dinosaur, and the cast of BEWITCHED (save for Alice Ghostley, who yet doth live) I rejoice again at a President whose priorities are straighter than the core audience of Rush Limbaugh. Ah, such a pity that Marriage Protection Week comes only once a year. But kudos to the president though for making it easy to remember by starting it on the fifth anniversary of Matthew Shepard's death... this is a president who cares.
« That's plenty, thanks!
Oh no! Who knew? Blogging can kill you!
On December 3, 2002, a section of a felled tree struck and killed an 18-year-old logger. He was one of the last of 104 lumbermen to die in 2002, when timber cutters led the nation with the highest on-the-job mortality rate of any vocation.Oh, sorry, they said "logger," not "blogger."
Little do they know.
This was just too good to pass up:
For more than five years, there's been a standing offer of a quarter of a million dollars to anyone who can provide one piece of scientific evidence supporting macroevolution - the idea that man evolved from another animal.What isn't mentioned is that it's being offered by known dishonest Creationist kook, Kent Hovind. One need only read his offer to realize the man has no intention of being honest, as he commingles cosmology, biology, and abiogenesis into one grand whole, insinuating that if you can't say precisely what came before the inflationary event that started the universe, then animals don't evolve. Much like many Christians like to say about Jesus, Hovind is either a liar, a lunatic, or Lord - and folks, he ain't the Lord, so take your pick.
"It's from a creation group called Creation Science Evangelism, and no one's been able to take it," Brian Young says. "It started out with $10,000 quite a few years ago and kept getting bigger."
Young discusses dating methods and the assumptions behind them, and he has scientific evidence that shows the Earth is "young, not millions of years old," he says.Except, whoops, it doesn't.
"I can support that with science, the Bible, philosophy, theology, you name it. They all show that the Earth is young. It's scientifically impossible for the Earth to be millions of years old. The amount of carbon in the atmosphere shows the Earth can't even be 30,000 years old."
Young says evolutionary scientists claim the Earth is about 5 million years old.More like 4-5 billion, actually, but what's a few billion years when you're dishonest, right?
"If the Earth is millions of years old, there was death in the world, the death of anything, before Adam and Eve.Well, yeah. Not that Adam and Eve existed.
If the Earth is millions of years old, if evolution is true, death is meaningless and purposeless. It's just natural.Meaningless? Let's not get into the whole "source of meaning" argument as it's pretty apparent to me that meaning is a value assigned by the human mind (you'll notice we all assign different meanings to different things, and in differing amounts).
Purposeless? Depends on your point of view I suppose. It's good for natural selection. Not so good for those selected against.
If death is natural, then Jesus' death had no meaning or purpose. The Bible says that death came about because of man's existence, that death was a curse of sin, but also the cure for it. So if you get rid of Adam and Eve and original sin, you are pretty much left with Christianity having no meaning."And, as always when it comes to this particularly wacky brand of Creationist, it isn't about science. It isn't about truth. It's about protecting a cherished belief against an affront, lest their little world stop making "sense."
"I don't think we can effectively evangelize without the creation story, the creation message being the foundation for the Gospel. It's so important for evangelism because a person who does not understand original sin has no need for a savior. It destroys faith."Or, even better, a person who finds the idea of a deity creating them with an inherent flaw, then punishing them for said flaw, while sacrificing himself to himself to absolve said flaw, but still punishing those whose flaw keeps them flawed as rather - well - outlandishly silly, has no need for a savior or faith.
Young said 75 percent of students lose their faith in the first year of college, "pretty much because of evolution lies. If the Bible isn't scientifically accurate, what good it is?"Indeed, what good it is? (I'll assume that's a typo, and not sheer ignorance). I'm also curious to see the study that demonstrates his 75% claim, as well as the reason for the loss of faith. My money is on scare-mongering in the conservative Christian community, and not any real research. Personally, it was Philosophy 101 that started me on the path to disbelief -burn the heathen philosophers!
Evangelism aside, Young also speaks out because of what "it's doing to our society. That's why we're having school shootings," he says, "and evolution is used as one of the primary justifications of abortion.Yep, all was peace and pies and puppy dogs until Darwin opened his big mouth. Most of us look under the bed and see dust bunnies - kooks like Young see things that go bump in the night, and quake in fear of them. And who uses evolution as the primary justification for abortion? Me thinks the man doth lie too much.
Young's presentations are free and open to the public.And even then, it's a rip-off.
One more plank in the cyberpunk universe begins to enter our own:
Monkeys can control a robot arm as naturally as their own limbs using only brain signals, a pioneering experiment has shown. The macaque monkeys could reach and grasp with the same precision as their own hand.Maybe the far-fetched idea of vehicles, computers, and machined limbs controlled by thought alone aren't that far-fetched after all. One thing about the future: it's always pretty damn cool.
"It's just as if they have a representation of a third arm," says project leader Miguel Nicolelis, at Duke University in Durham, North Carolina. Experts believe the experiment's success bodes well for future devices for humans that are controlled solely by thought.
Unless you lived right before the Dark Ages, that is. But nevermind that.
It's the ultimate Dear John letter: sorry, but our relationship is over because Jesus whisked me up to Heaven. Amen.
Scarily, I think these people are serious.
Found via Zuly.
Boyfriend and girlfriend, 15-year-olds Brandon Kizi and Andra Ferguson are both asthma sufferers and both students at Caney Creek High School. At least, they were, until Andra began suffering an asthma attack at school.That's right, for helping his girlfriend to breathe he is going to be expelled and be made a criminal.
"I couldn't breathe, and I was just very short of breath," recalled Andra. "My chest was tightened up and it was hurting."
Brandon described the incident. "Her face was turning a little reddish-pink and she looked pale, as far as I could see. I loaned her my inhaler. I walked her to the nurse's office and loaned her my inhaler."
That's when the trouble started. The school nurse called the school police, who arrested Brandon. They charged him with a felony, namely distributing a dangerous drug for loaning out his prescription inhaler.
Principal Greg Poole told Eyewitness News, "It's hard, it's difficult. We certainly don't look forward to expelling any kid. But then you have to consider a kid takes the medication and has an allergic reaction, and then we have to deal with that issue. So, yes, there is no discretion at this stage."Um, hey, Greg, as has been pointed out already, her inhaler was the same as his. She wasn't going to have a reaction, other than maybe that little thing called breathing. Brandon, knowing the risks, acted out of principle to help someone he loves; wouldn't it be nice if Principal Poole would do the same, and stand up for this young man?
Asking too much, I know.
If you'd like to encourage Principal Poole to show some backbone, rather than just shrugging his shoulders, he can be reached at email@example.com. If you'd like to say hello to the school nurse who felt it necessary to wreck Brandon's high school career, it looks like her name is Kathy Ogden. Show them some love, won't you?
(originally found via Walter in Denver)
Happy blogday to you.
Happy blogday to you.
Happy blogday, dear Vicky.
You look like a monkey,
and you smell like one too.
Happy blogday to... youuuuuu.....!
And many more.
With Mother Theresa, we had the nonsensical idea that suffering was good and made one more like Jesus - now we have this:
The Catholic Church has been accused of telling people in countries with high rates of HIV that condoms do not protect against the deadly virus.Yes, but just think, it gets them to heaven faster this way. And with their destined severe suffering, they can proudly lay claim to the "I'm Like Jesus" t-shirt and collector's coffee mug.
The claims are made in a Panorama programme called Sex and the Holy City to be screened on BBC One on Sunday.
It says cardinals, bishops, priests and nuns in four continents are saying HIV can pass through tiny holes in condoms.
Does the Church have no shame? Let's hope this isn't coming down from on high.
In light of the recent brouhaha over the California recall and the Terminator's win in the race to replace Gray Davis, I believe it's time for a new initiative to ensure that such a circus never again occurs.
You've probably heard of The Free State Project, a grassroots effort by like-minded libertarians to bring the ideals of our founding fathers back to America, one state at a time. In a similar - although opposite - vein, I would like to propose the following initiative:
The UnFree State Project is a plan in which everyone who has complained, filed lawsuits, or otherwise been unpleasant about the California recall will move from the Golden State to a single state of the U.S. - where they may bitch, moan, and whine about the political system while working to increase the size and scope of intrusive, socialized government. The success of the UnFree State Project will entail massive increases in burdensome taxation and regulation, strict and oppresive additions to state and local law, a mind-boggling swelling of federal mandates, and a good old fashioned stomping on of constitutional federalism (not to mention a sing-along circle jerk on the Constitution itself), demonstrating the glaringly obvious drawbacks of far-leftist groupthink to the rest of the nation and the world.
Sign up quickly, as I expect most of the California coast is clamoring to get onboard for this once-in-a-lifetime chance to really screw things up, demonstrating a complete inability to learn from history. Act now! Ask me how!
Note: KrazyKudos to Zombyboy for his logo-making efforts once again.
It's right out of a bad porn movie set in the distant future:
A bra or pants rigged to monitor heartbeat or blood pressure could dial 999 at the first sign of a problem, say Dutch researchers.Um, if something is monitoring the blood pressure in my pants, I can think of better things for it to do than call 999 (that's 911 for us 'Murkins). You know, call the wife, tell her to be prepared to do her wifely duty, that sort of thing.
The "biomedical" underwear has been designed by electronics giant Philips, and can currently monitor the heartbeat of the wearer.
Thanks to Matt for the heads-up (heh, so to speak) on this one.
Wow, the natives are restless over the Arnie-win.
A perfect example of a typical schwarzenegger supporter is gary busey. the guy has had major head trauma and obviously some serious brain damage and he was the first one out there spouting off about what a great "victory" this is for the people of california. uh, gary? fuck off you fucking moron!Gosh, who knew that 3.7 million Californians had all had major head trauma which resulted in them voting for Arnold? Someone sure is bitter. Maybe you should pray that Matt's earthquake wish is granted, and then you can have your very own Socialist Republic of Kalifornia. Just promise you won't shoot those who try to flee to the mainland.
and maria shriver? you should be ashamed of yourself, you pathetic fucking woman.Ooh, let me guess, a "real" woman would vote however Jared does? Honestly, I'd expect something better than "no true Scotsman" as an argument.
Personally, I've no idea what kind of governor he'll be; time will tell - but it would be hard to leave the state much worse off than it is now. Hey, maybe all Davis really needed was to find some other taxes to increase 300%.
But, this is democracy at work - the people have spoken - and that is anathema to both the far left and the far right. Their indignation is a delightful reminder that our system, warts and all, in the end - works.
So, I broke down and bought the NewNovelist software. Maybe it'll be worth the investment. Maybe not. Either way, not too much lost with a lot to gain - after all, I want my blockbluster to be as close to perfect as it can (and should publishers reject it, you'll be able to buy it yourself from Cafepress - no lie! Start saving your pennies!).
I'd give you some feedback on the software, but it wants me to reboot before using it and I'm too busy ripping my CDs to my new laptop. Currently being ripped: Sugar's "Copper Blue". Woo fun.
Or, more accurately, a better test for Down's Syndrome:
A new combination of blood tests and ultrasound can detect fetuses with Down syndrome sooner and more accurately than standard U.S. screening tests, offering mothers-to-be more peace of mind and more time to decide whether to end a pregnancy, researchers say.I only mention this development as my wife and I took part in the study when we were expecting Fiona (see the adorable drunk-looking Buddha to your right) some 14 months ago. Waiting for those tests to come back was one of the hardest things in my life - harder even than waiting to see my child for the first time during the delivery, in the hope that everything was ok. I have no intention of going into the debate on whether we would have aborted had we been told it was a 91% chance our infant would have Down's Syndrome, so don't bother starting it. That alone should tell you my answer, and if you disagree with me, well, that's fine and dandy and feel free to apply it to your own offspring at some point in the future. I've made my views on abortion abundantly clear here and elsewhere - Google is your friend.
Anyway, I'm just happy that these results will help other women and men make informed decisions regarding the future of their offspring. And I'm glad my wife could be one of the 8,216 women to advance our understanding of the human animal.
No, I really didn't have a point here - just glad to see a study bearing some fruit, particularly since we were intimately (invasively?) involved. Look at that, a mere 5 months old and Fiona is already advancing the sciences - that's my girl!
Matt at Overtaken By Events notices a strange coincidence regarding the California recall.
Oddly enough, he nearly got his wish.
Last night, I completed the book "Life of Pi", by Yann Martel. It was a good book. I thought the setting was nice. The animals were funny. I would read it again. The end. Johnny Miller, age 8.
Seriously though, it was an enjoyable book, particularly the parts in which our protagonist - in pursuit of the TruthTM - decides that it makes perfect sense to be a Hindu, Christian, and Muslim all at the same time. His outsiders views on the story of Jesus and Islam are amusing, even incorporating some of the arguments you'll hear atheists use against them. However, in the end, this story is supposed to be one that will make you believe in God.
Unfortunately for Mr. Martel, such was not the case. In fact, it reminded me of an exchange I had recently with Dawn Olsen regarding why we should not believe things simply because they make us happy - or, in the case of Pi, because they make for the better story. Simply because life is hard, the universe is uncaring, and we all meet the same fate as wormfood is no reason to latch onto lofty tales of the supernatural as the "way things are." I find the natural beauty of the universe, even in light of its indifference to my existence, to be staggering enough without making up stories that sound better to the imagination.
I dare say the real story - the natural world - IS the better story. Martel's attempt at providing a reason to believe is a nice sentiment, but probably won't convince those who see enough to wonder about them just by looking around. However, the book is still worth a peek for the tale itself, if not the moralizing.
As you know, or don't, but do now, I am reading a fair bit in preparation for National Novel Writing Month. I've got a stack of books laying ahead of me, with the next victim being Alas, Babylon (I'm on page 45 as of this morning). If you're a blogger and would like to join a bunch of us in writing, let me know.
I was going to write on IslamoBarbie, but Vicky beat me to it. I would have gotten there first if it hadn't been for you meddling kids.
Hmmm, ok, that woke me up. I think she's all grown up now.
Thanks to the diligent graphic design dedication of Zombyboy, our little side community, Blovel, now has an icon you can slap on your own site. It far outdoes that crappy little book I put together as the primary logo used in the title (although you must admit that my work on the Earth-crushing monkey isn't too shabby - and if you won't admit that, you can just piss right off - god forbid you ever win one of our shirts, as they are monkey-rific). Feel free to save the icon to your own webspace and host it on your page with all the pride that befits such a thing as Bloveling.
Also, I scrapped the Ephemera title as it seemed everyone was calling it Blovel anyway, so "Blovel 2003" it is. This does not, however, mean we'll write anything other than ephemera.
Vicky over at Liquid Courage needs a few more hits to, er, hit the 50,000 hit mark. Won't you click over and help her out? The unfortunate part is that, just like birthdays, when you reach a milestone in blogging you get an equivalent number of spankings. I bet that could wear a bottom right down to the bone.
And that's your disturbing morning imagery for today, October 7, 2003.
The Vast Moral Armies of the Easily Offended are on the march once again:
A group of Tennessee parents are livid about a teen magazine ad for a company known for its provocative acronym, FCUK.They reviewed all their subscriptions? Yeah, I bet Highlights is packed chock full of smutty goodness.
Clothing store company French Connection United Kingdom ran an ad for one of its perfumes in Seventeen magazine, which is available at several Knox County public school libraries in Knoxville, Tenn.
Some parents were so outraged that they complained to school officials, prompting at least a dozen schools to review all their magazine subscriptions.
Seriously, the article doesn't specify what grade level these public school libraries were, but I have news for the parents just in case - high schoolers use the word "fuck." They also know that babies are made by inserting a penis into a vagina*, so don't go trying to ban every instance of the word "six" because it so closely resembles "sex," and keep your hands off our penal system in textbooks, and don't have maps of Canada altered to pretend that Regina doesn't exist.
But even if we're talking about junior high school, the acronym "fcuk" isn't a bad word; was all of this triggered by that silly e-mail and blogosphere meme explosion regarding being able to read words even when the letters are jumbled? I recall back in 7th grade or so, I was doing a project on subliminal advertising (hey, it was the 80s, cut me some slack) and one of the most thorough articles I needed was in Playboy magazine (according to the Reader's Guide to Periodical Literature - this was before the internet, little chirrens). I bet these parents would have had a cow if they knew that I was able to get the article from the local college library (sans artistically nude photos of beautiful young women, but that's ok because I had a box o'the Bunny under my bed).
Bottom line, we have a lot worse things to worry about in our schools (such as actually learning, violence, teen pregnancy, bullying, sodomizing with broomsticks, etc) that to raise such a stink about a stupid acronym shows just how misplaced the priorities in our culture happen to be.
But I suppose it's an easy victory, whereas the others might take some real thought and work.
* OK, so there was the one case of the young twenty-something at an old office of mine who got pregnant because her beau said she couldn't get knocked up if he only "put it halfway in." No lie. Some people.
I meant to mention this earlier, but you know how it is with a new job and all (unless you've never had a job, or are perhaps unemployed from your first job - but believe you me, when you do get that first job, or the next one, it's going to feel good - woohoo! Three cheers for you, Mr. or Mrs. Future Productive American!).
Anyway, check out Operation Give:
Operation Give was founded as a not-for-profit corporation in answer to a call from a soldier stationed in Iraq, known affectionately as Chief Wiggles. His request? To send toys and other goods to help the children he encountered every day in Iraq. Operation Give is grass-roots, non-partisan, volunteer-driven, and non-political. All we want to do is help children of Iraq in their recovery from years of depredation, and make the world a better place.So, that's right - Matt Moore, load up your Barbies; Steve Green, send over that Play-Doh Martini set; Zombyboy, stop hugging and kissing on your inflatable Mark Lanegan doll and give him to someone in need.
If you have toys or other appropriate goods you want to send to Iraq, we can help you figure out how to get them there. If you want to give money, we'll use your money to ship more kid stuff to Iraq. If you have an organization that would like to help promote our efforts, we can help you with that as well.
This concludes today's public service announcement.
That's about the nicest thing I can say about Dinesh D'Souza's latest piece in the Wall Street Journal, although to use the word "thinking" is being rather generous. In it, he launches from a tirade against the (admittedly rather silly) "Bright" movement to one against rationalists in general. I'd link to the article, but it's available to subscribers only, and I'm not one - but Michele was kind enough to forward me a copy. Anyway, here we go, via the magic of excerpts...
Mr. Dennett, like many atheists, is confident that atheists are simply brighter -- more rational -- than religious believers. Their assumption is: We nonbelievers employ critical reason while the theists rely on blind faith. But Mr. Dennett and his fellow "brights," for all their credentials and learning, have been duped by a fallacy. This may be called the Fallacy of the Enlightenment, and it was first pointed out by the philosopher Immanuel Kant.I would only say that some atheists, those that have been presented the arguments for god and found them wanting and those that have been believers and revised said beliefs to atheism, are indeed more rational than religious folks in the area of belief in the supernatural. That said, I think we all have our own peculiar irrationalities; most of them just don't come attached with a list of orders and moral imperatives from a pixie in the sky or burning bushes that talk.
Kant persuasively noted that there is no reason whatsoever for us to believe that we can know everything that exists. Indeed what we do know, Kant said, we know only through the refracted filter of our experience. Kant argued that we cannot even be sure that our experience of a thing is the same as the thing-in-itself. After all, we see in pretty much the same way that a camera does, and yet who would argue that a picture of a boat is the same thing as a boat?However, the argument that we can't know everything doesn't, in any way, imply that any given entity exists outside of our knowledge of such. At best, it implies that such might exist, while providing absolutely no means of knowing if that is true, since as Kant and D'Souza agree, we are bound by our five senses. Unfortunately, Kant asserting that a greater reality exists outside the range of our senses does not make it so - after all, how could he know of such a thing since it's beyond his measly human sensory devices?
Kant isn't arguing against the validity of perception or science or reason. He is simply showing their significant limits. These limits cannot be erased by the passage of time or by further investigation and experimentation. Rather, the limits on reason are intrinsic to the kind of beings that humans are, and to the kind of apparatus that we possess for perceiving reality. The implication of Kant's argument is that reality as a whole is, in principle, inaccessible to human beings. Put another way, there is a great deal that human beings simply will never know.
While Kant's universal agnosticism looks pretty on paper, if followed it would reduce one to a blabbering ball of a man sitting in the corner, incapable of taking any action because we can't really know what is real, other than our own consciousness. It's a convenient and flawed escape hatch for a theist to use to justify his own desire to fail to abide by what his senses tell him. The bottom line is that we have to accept certain things as true in order to make sense of the experience of existence; the most basic of those things is that the world can be understood. Without that, we can do nothing, know nothing, and learn nothing.
The atheist foolishly presumes that reason is in principle capable of figuring out all that there is, while the theist at least knows that there is a reality greater than, and beyond, that which our senses and our minds can ever apprehend.OK, Dinesh, how does the theist know there is a reality greater than, and beyond, that which our senses and our minds can ever apprehend? Because Kant implied it "might" be there?
Sorry, but no, as I've said - Kant suggests that to know such a thing is impossible, only that it might exist, thus allowing room for faith that it does. But that doesn't make your faith in your god any more rational than my faith in Binky the Magic Space Clown of Lovin' Goodness, or than Osama's faith in Allah, peace be upon him. All of those faiths are equally irrational - which is all we claim - based outside of reason, which you yourself have just said is incapable of comprehending the ultimate reality (nevermind the contradictions this entails, rocking, blabbering boy).
Your entire article, Dinesh, has just cemented what the Brights claim is true: Faith is separate from reason, and thus (trumpet fanfare)...irrational.
Tell me something I don't know.
There's wi-fi in this classroom, but it doesn't work very well: it's intermittent and painfully slow, and my posts keep getting lost. People have to be individually logged in with MAC addresses, and then it still doesn't work.Perhaps he should hang out with me and Matt Moore, since we seem to have luck finding solid, fast, and open connections. That's right, we bad, we bad. Or, like I said, lucky.
Hooray, it's the weekend, and it's going to be a pretty full one here at Casa de WWR.
It's game day, of course, and Alabama will be facing the Georgia Chihuahuas on their home turf at 1:30 Mountain time. CBS will be carrying the game for those interested in seeing if the Tide can manage to lose a 21 point lead again this week.
At some point, the wife and I have to make a stab at cleaning the house up. It's a bit of a disaster right now, but I suppose that is part of having two large dogs, two cats, a baby, and a general lack of desire to clean the house anyway. Really, though, we do have far too much clutter and crap and extraneous papers lying about, so out comes the shredder, the trash bin, the Swiffer, and assorted cleaning supplies (speaking of which, since I bought myself a steam cleaner for my birthday last year, and with #32 fast approaching, I'll take suggestions on what to get myself). So, anyway, it's time to clean out the detritus of five years of marriage.
Sorry, six years, today's our anniversary. Yay us!
A question, one asked many times throughout history - so one more time won't hurt anything, will it? Why is it that a group of women will be as nice as pie to each other, but the minute one of them leaves they pounce on her, figuratively, and have a good laugh at her expense? Don't they realize that the minute another one leaves, the circle of girly-giggle life will continue? I don't get it.
I ask because that's what was happening at the behind me and Matt last night.
Men, we tend to be different. We happily insult one another to each other's face. It's like sport. Not a feeding frenzy.
I realize that not all women are like that, but I imagine they are also the ones who tend to be "one of the guys" and have close male friends (and for them, I'm ever so thankful, as I enjoy their friendship equally). I realize that some men are probably pretty catty and can whip out the claws ("Did you see what HE was WEARING?" - hey, it's possible) as well as any of the women above.
Anyway, just an observation, totally anecdotal, not peer-reviewed or scientifically validated by anything other than my own experiences. But, damnit, I think the world finally deserves an answer.
Just a heads up to you folks in Denver with wireless-enabled laptops or handhelds... there's good access from the Rock Bottom patio (and the immediate vicinity, when you're outside). Using NetStumbler, I've come across some 6-7 access points, two of which are open and free to the public.
I can blog with beer in the Great Outdoors (in downtown, but you can't have everything). I can write my novel while being served by attractive young women who love me only for my ability to tip. I can do all this and more.
Update: Folks, I can stream 300K video at full screen size from here, through the magical God-powered signals that fly through the empty air. Holy cow (for your Hindus). I'm in love.
Anyway - this is cool. Uh huh huh huh uh huh.
Update 2: The lobby of the hotel has an "Excellent" signal rating. Outstanding; however,moving to the bar next door has resulted in seeing it horribly decline to "Very Good." It brings a tear to this wireless geek's eye. Ah well, we're just here to recharge our batteries so we can go on the hunt for more hot spots.
Wish us luck, we brave hunters, as you women-folk stay behind to grow vegetables and raise the children.
Update Three: Someone near us decided to speak, rather loudly, about how we had laptops in a "hip bar." Nevermind that being hip SHOULD involve being wireless, but I'd almost care if it weren't for my salary and their continued slobbering idiocy at the table behind me. It's like listening to a gaggle of metro-Peg-Bundies blabbering endlessly about things that matter to no one except Oprah and her Bon-Bons (for instance, right now they are discussing how Gap shorts fit on the hips and how tight they are "right here" <-- point to your female genitals).
Good lord, bring the shotgun and let's put these fillies down. Uh, so to speak. And not sexually, lest we pass their genes on to future generations. Man, if only Instapundit blogged about flared jeans, these women would be famous.
The Raving Atheist undermines the assertion that babies are born atheist by naming my daughter, Fiona, as Godidiot of the Week:
All Godtalk is babytalk, but this week’s Godidiot, Fiona of The World Wide Rant, has raised incoherence to an art form. Not only are her words about God -- or about anything, for that matter -- incomprehensible, but the very thoughts upon which they are based are a meaningless, static buzz. No need, in her mind, to define terms or shape concepts into any recognizable form. For all the sense that comes out of her drooling little mouth, she might as well be spitting out strained carrots.With but one post, he sets the atheist cause back at least four or five days. Next he'll talk about the God-shaped hole in Fiona's little baby heart!
Of course, when Fiona rises to power, shattering the glass ceiling of ruthless dictatorship, he will pay for his insolence. And Brent's flock of fearsome shock troops will be by her side, probably plotting ways to overthrow her, so she'll have to have them liquidated just to be safe. Sorry, Brent.
You be the judge. From CNN:
Report: Net attacks more frequent, lethalFrequent I can handle, agree with, nodding my head vigorously with an affirmative response.
But lethal? I wasn't aware that MSBlaster could make one's head explode like some kind of high-tech, internet Scanner.
Oh, but that day is a-surely comin', at least that's what the alien mind beams tell me.
Over the past thirty years I've accumulated a fairly impressive collection of photographs I've taken showing my thumb and forefinger obscuring some of America's most famous landmarks, so I was surprised to win three and one-half prizes in a photography contest. I think the prize is either a 3 week trip for me and seven friends to Ibiza or a coupon for a free smoothie at a Yogurt Barn in Stapleton, WV, but either way it beats a slap in the belly with a dead Kennedy, or however the saying goes.
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The theme of the contest was A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MILLEDGEVILLE with four categories: People, Landscapes, Architecture and Special Events. Each photo had to be accompanied by a 100 word or less description. (I didn't enter Special Events since my photos from "Curtis: the Mickey Rooney Experience" didn't turn out.) I won first prize in Landscapes and Architecture and third in people while an additional photograph taken of me with my camera by another photographer won 2nd in People. Photos are above* (or to the side or some such place- I don't understand these "uploadin' doings so if it posts the pictures upside down on JoshClaybourn.com I wouldn't be terribly surprised).
Anyway, I mention this because honing photography skills was actually one of my goals for the year. Now if I can just lose 60 lbs by Christmas and write a publishable novel (yeah, I know, November) I'll have two of the others achieved. (Other short term goals include being photographed holding/stroking a snake [I have a phobia of them] and muscle tone while long range include running a marathon [or better yet riding in one] and making an A on an exam in an advanced mathematics class- there are others but they involve the establishment of my Benevolent Oligarchy and I'd have to kill you after you read them.)
These are the descriptions:
A Cobb’s Eye View** (first place, Landscape)
Taken on February 28, 2003 from the window of what was once the executive office in the Governor’s Mansion, the trees are robed in mist and crowned by the barely visible tower of the antebellum capitol (now Georgia Military College). The colors create a neo-impressionistic feel while the denuded trees speak of changing seasons and glory in hiatus. Our own era in Milledgeville is represented by the silhouetted paintbrush.
Windows of Abaddon, on February 20, 2003 (first place, Buildings)
taken on the grounds of Central State Hospital***
The window and shield are immediately over the front door of the L.M. Jones Building. Built at a time when the hospital was grossly overpopulated yet still growing, the building supposedly once housed the largest kitchen and the largest indoor pool in the world; Cold War veteran signs state that its Fallout Shelter accommodated 4,500. Now an architectural Ozymandias, its beautiful columns and urns cast shadows on broken glass, cheap liquor bottles, and expended cartridges.
Lady By the Window (third place, People)
The lady in the photograph was standing by a window on the south side of the Governor’s Mansion on February 28, 2003. The light from outside is banned entry and the lady denied illumination as if to evidence that the mansion is not yet ready to receive visitors again.
Fat Boys Rule (second place, People)
On March 21, 2003, the perambulating shades of Rita Haworth and Orson Welles collected tributes of videos for Russell Library. The fellow in the center was presented with an Oscar for “Best T-Shirt Worn by a Construction Worker on a Long Delayed Library in a Liberal Arts College”. The librarian on the left ponders the mystery that was Gilda while her colleague on the right is still wondering why he was chosen to portray Orson Welles when his resemblance to equally dead superstar James Dean is so much stronger.
*The fifth photograph had nothing to do with the contest but it's a photo of me as Orson Welles that I happen to like much better than the one that won. The ego-deflating moment of that exercise, incidentally: my co-worker, K___, propsed several librarians dressing as yesteryear celebs to collect movies that were being donated to the library. When I was the only one game she proposed "I'll be Rita Haworth and you can be Orson Welles." Ooh, thunk I, cool idea... you're going with famous married couples of Hollywood's Golden Age.
K___: Orson Welles and Rita Haworth were a couple? Cool- I had no idea.
Me: So why'd you think I should be Orson?
K___: The resemblance....
The next several days were repeated mea culpas assuring me it wasn't a weight crack, but two morals:
1- if you're a fat librarian with a beard and you have to portray one of Rita Haworth's husbands as part of your job, it will probably be Orson Welles
2- Orson totally screwed John Houseman out of his share of credit for CITIZEN KANE and I'll slap anybody says he didn't
BTW, I have to point out for the sake of ego that yes, I AM padded in those pictures (quite a bit, in fact).
**Howell Cobb (1815-1868) was the archconservative and plutocratic governor of Georgia (later a Confederate general) who pulled a Mary Todd Lincoln "overbudget extravaganza" in renovating the Governor's Mansion. Known as "Cobb the snob" during his own lifetime, he owned more than seven hundred slaves.
***Central State Hospital, previously Milledgeville State Hospital, previously Georgia State Lunatic and Epileptic Hospital, originally Georgia Lunatic Asylum, was founded in 1842 and by the turn-of-the-century was considered the finest home for the mentally ill in the world. Researchers came from all inhabited continents and many nations to study its facilities and programs.
By the mid 20th century, it was considered one of the world's worst asylums, a disgrace to the state, country, and profession. In 1960 the Pulitzer Prize was awarded to Jack Nelson for his exposè on the institution; overcrowding had become incredible (about 16,000 patients in a facility designed to hold half that or less) a 2,000:1 patient:doctor ratio and lobotomies being performed as a matter of course.
Today the population of Central State Hospital is about 900 patients and 400 staff. The ruins look like those of a post-nuclear-apocalyptic university, one of my favorite places in the city.
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Radiohead songs. Adapted for the solo piano. Alas, no "High and Dry," and, alas, some stuff from Amnesiac.
Found via Façade and Substance.
Or trying to, as I guest blog a bit over at JoshClaybourn.com. Let the merriment begin!
A mere thirty days until the start of National Novel Writing Month. Four weeks and two days to get your ideas together, jumble them up a bit, shake'em around, and channel them from your brain to your screen. Or your writing tablet for you simple cavemen ("ooh, your glowing electric picture boxes scare me!").
You can go to the site now and register, officially becoming a glutton for carpal tunnel syndrome, and also participate in the forums (which bear little or no resemblance to Penthouse Forum, which is a good thing, given the horrid writing found there, not that I've ever seen Penthouse magazine or even imagined a woman naked. In fact, I'm a virgin. No, I can't explain how I have a daughter. Must be the Second Coming.)
I have mentally sketched out the bulk of the first chapter - or maybe it will be a prologue - not really sure yet. I like the way it is shaping up, but that doesn't guarantee that when I finally start writing it out that it won't be utter, complete, and total crap. We shall see. Time will tell. Other overused phrases.
Best to get them out now before the real writing begins, you see.
If you missed my earlier announcement, I'm running a little side blog called Ephemera, First Edition (also known to some as Blovel) in honor of the event. It allows participating bloggers (well, those with Trackback capability) to ping updates and also see what their fellow blovelists are doing. Check it out. Sign up if you're thinking about writing.
perks points out that the 2003 Blogger Boobie-Thon is but a day away. I suggest that you and you get on with it already, using your God nature-given assets for the cause of all that is good in the world. No, no, don't be silly - your most excellent boobies won't kill Arafat or convince Sharpton that his Presidential run is an exercise in futility, but it could help out. Or at least entertain some boys out there in the field - think of it, you're doing it for them.
Tell you what, if they show theirs, I'll show mine. Ooo la la. Now that's a challenge.
You know, unless they wanted to play along.
Is it time for RMBB II.LXXV yet? Just a-wonderin' is all. You know how it is.