I thought this was amusing.
(just passing the blog time while I am ripping our entire CD collection to the main PC hard drive for purposes of streaming it over our wireless network in the near future - talk amongst yourselves)
Marvel as the lefty fringe eats its own in Atrios' comments.
Update: Correction, more like hamsters, really.
Vegans are really strange. Really.
Update: Really strange. And... vegan.
Update 2: Bacon cheeseburgers!
Update 3: ...with a tall glass of milk.
It worked in mice. It worked in monkeys. And now in humans, a therapeutic vaccine has stopped HIV in its tracks.Surely, 'tis the work o' da debbil!
In related news, lefty conspiracy kooks are wondering when the CIA will cook up their next bio-terror weapon.
Update: Satan is really, really real.
The Supreme Court on Monday sidestepped a dispute over gay marriages, rejecting a challenge to the nation's only law sanctioning such unions.The end is nigh! The sky is falling! Jesus will be trotting in on horseback any day now!
Justices had been asked by conservative groups to overturn the year-old decision by the Massachusetts Supreme Court legalizing gay marriage. They declined, without comment.
Spammers, to be more specific.
Internet portal Lycos has made a screensaver that endlessly requests data from sites that sell the goods and services mentioned in spam e-mail.I've no idea how effective this will be, but spam is so prevalent because the cost to send each item is inconsequential; adding a cost factor to things for them certainly can't hurt.
Lycos hopes it will make the monthly bandwidth bills of spammers soar by keeping their servers running flat out.
And, if nothing else, thinking I'm hurting them makes me tingle all over.
(screensaver available here)
P.S. Bloggers need to unite to provide them the URLs of comment spammers as well - hell, I'll just e-mail them the Blacklist if it will speed things up.
Update: Eric informs me:
The default page for www.makelovenotspam.com has been replaced with a simple message:Ooh scary, Mr. Spammer!
"Yes, attacking spammers is wrong, you know this, you shouldn't be doing it. Your ip address and request have been logged and will be reported to your ISP for further action."
Nevermind the fact that simply visiting the page is not an attack on spammers, and thus is not in violation of anything.
Wow, the Lycos plan must be working because they've sure pissed off the spammers somethin' good. Keep it up, Lycos!
Happy start of the week to everyone.
My day started off with a slow, 6am trudge across snowy Denver to get to the office; however, that was interrupted by a call from Mrs. WWR to come home as she was in a lot of pain. So, off to the Emergency Room we went, where we spent the first half of the day.
Our worries were apendicitis or kidney stones; it's the lesser of the two, so that's good news, relatively. Mrs. WWR is asleep upstairs courtesy of the pain meds, and the wee Fiona and I are watching television.
Look for more substantial blogging soonishly.
Hope you and yours have a splendid Thanksgiving holiday. If you're American, that is. If you're European, you slackers have too many damn holidays as it is and should probably focus more on working to get ahead rather than being a continent of good-for-naughts. If you're from some other part of the world, well, have a fine day, ya hear?
CNN reports, for reasons we cannot possibly appreciate, that heritage turkeys are making a comeback*, which is probably a good thing, unless you're a heritage turkey.
The skeptic in me says this sounds remarkably like a certain NBC dramedy scam concerning fine Corinthian turkeys.
* I didn't even know they were down and out prior to now. Poor, poor turkeys. Few things are worse than being down and out - such as being really ugly. Alas, heritage turkeys haven't gotten any better looking. Not that I'm attracted to turkeys. Honest injun. No offense to any injun readers.
Oh, verily I say unto you that I once more let my muse run free, guiding pen across paper, page upon page, in pursuit of whatever I might find.
Poem on a Milk CartonShe's a bit of a lazy muse. With an apparent learning disability. Sorry about that.
Well, this is rather disheartening (but not terribly surprising):
Americans do not believe that humans evolved, and the vast majority says that even if they evolved, God guided the process. Just 13 percent say that God was not involved.However, on the bright side:
But most would not substitute the teaching of creationism for the teaching of evolution in public schools.Which is rather odd, when you think about it. It seems to be saying that they're fully aware that their beliefs on creationism are not scientific and have no place in the classroom; this strikes me as akin to saying "my beliefs have no basis in empirical reality but I am keeping them."
In other news, Charlie Brown thinks Lucy is going to let him kick the ball next time.
Not a shocker:
Support for evolution is more heavily concentrated among those with more education and among those who attend religious services rarely or not at all.Education, particularly in philosophy and the sciences, is what made me rethink my Roman Catholicism and, eventually, theism in general. This survey gives me hope; although knowing the human propensity for being bone-headed in the face of reality, it probably shouldn't.
And, finally, for the left-wing elites who decried all of the Bush contingent as kooky Christians:
There are also differences between voters who supported Kerry and those who supported Bush: 47 percent of John Kerry’s voters think God created humans as they are now, compared with 67 percent of Bush voters.Glass. Houses. Rocks.
Irrationality makes its home where it sees fit (seriously, just look at the economic policies of the left to see that this is true).
Britain's Tony Blair put tackling crime and terrorism at the heart of his re-election bid on Tuesday, drawing accusations of scaremongering like those leveled at his ally U.S. President George W. Bush....Uh... so... they're serious about organized crime? They fight crime from desks arranged in very neat rows? They only fight organized crime if it is serious? There's a barometer for these things?
The government plans to introduce identification cards and set up a British version of the FBI, the Serious Organized Crime Agency.
Surely, you can't be serious*.
* Bonus points and a pinch of the monkey's bottom for completing the quote.
I have it on good authority that this crash was actually intended to kill the former President Bush, but - in true Dubya-fashion - the murderous machinations of the Administration went ca-ca when the super-secret, dressed-as-a-light-pole assassin showed up too early.
On a lighter note, the
people sub-humans at Democratic Underground have once again shown that they are tasteless, crude, and generally insane, favoring Occam's That's-A-Fucking-Crazy-Conspiracy-Two-By-Four to his much more elegant Razor any day of the week.
From a stream-of-consciousness writing exercise, November 22, 2004:
Boredom wasn't in her vocabulary, which is too bad, because extremes call for drastic acts of desperation.Literary genius, I say.
A ham sandwich on rye doesn't so much -- unless you're kin to the pig.
Man, I hope I didn't steal that from someone else on accident.
Here's a newspaper article on blogs, pointing out that they can be inaccurate. It mentions my name: Dave Berry.Via Glenn, where you probably read it earlier this morning.
John Kerry says Osama did him in.
Trying to recount Kerry's words verbatim, Rivera said Kerry responded by saying:Assuming Geraldo's account is true (which, granted, is a leap), it makes one wonder what Kerry thinks of the American people.
"It was that Usama tape — it scared them [the American people]."
His campaign, in part, was based on an inadequate war on terror and a misguided war in Iraq; yet when a tape for the mastermind of 9/11 surfaces, he then says the American people got scared and ran to Dubya. Which raises the question: if the Bush administration's handling of the war on terror is so poor, and the war in Iraq so misguided, why then did these scaredy-cats flock to Bush?
Uh, because they thought he would do a better job maybe?
Senator Kerry, don't blame Osama - blame your campaign.
Today, during the first half of my lunch hour, I reached the last page of John Stossel's Give Me a Break, my heart a little bit warmer from the reading. The book, clocking in at just under 300 pages, traces Stossel's rise from nobody to co-anchor of ABC's 20/20, all the while lambasting general stupidity from each side of the political aisle.
I order you to read it (and, were I a progressive liberal, would use the power of the state to make you do so, even though it would undermine my own cause).
If you're a right-winger, you'll love it as Stossel rips into the central-planning left. If you're a left-winger, you'll love it as Stossel tears the oh-so-moral right-wing a new one over issues such as prostitution, drug use, and assisted suicide.
If you voted for the Green Party, well, you're dumb. Capitalism stumbles from time to time, but it wasn't government that busted Enron. The market works; the market corrects. On top of it all, Nader is a wack-job.
I mean, seriously, in interviews with Stossel, Ralph Nader has declared carpeting a danger to our nation's health.
"Rugs are dirt collectors, and dirt collectors mean indoor air pollution."This, you see, is why some of us clean our homes. With vacuum cleaners. Made by nasty capitalist pig dogs.
If you're an uber-feminist, you're in for it too, as Stossel addresses topics such as sexual harassment and the differences between the sexes (hint: if what is in our pants is different, why can't the more complex bundle of neurons in our skulls be too?).
"My gender-neutral parenting didn't take. I threw balls to my daughter, and she drew faces on them."Basically, if you're anything but mostly libertarian, you're going to spend half the book cheering and half the book realizing that Stossel thinks you're an idiot. There is some merit to the criticisms that Stossel sounds like a talk radio host when he rails against the "totalitarian left" - but don't blame Stossel: controlling moral behavior is one thing - controlling economic life is everything. As Hayek wrote:
"Economic control is not merely control of a sector of human life which can be separated from the rest: it is the control of the means for all our ends."On the other hand, when I read Sean Hannity's praise of Stossel on the book jacket, I can only assume that Mr. Hannity didn't actually read it (and, sadly, there are only a few pages with pictures for him to look at and say "Ooh ahhh").
Seriously, though, check it out. Realize how wrong you are about so many things. It'll be good for you!
My monkey says so.
Do you want Google search results that go beyond this?
d00d! Jesus is like so kewl! Atheists are way lame!Then you might want to check out scholar.google.com.
For the record, you will still find "boobies" in the database, but will probably be sadly disappointed by the results.
Glenn Reynolds: junkie?
Like you weren't thinking the same thing - at least it explains his "anti-drug-war" fervor, doesn't it?
Those sure are some fancy crack-houses they have in Tennessee. I hope you're happy with the example you're setting for little blog-children everywhere, Mr. Law-Professor-Who-Can-Afford-a-Fancy-Crack-House-While-Poor-Junkies-Die-On-the-Street!
Based on various comments, it seems like as good a time as any to redirect everyone's attention the rules of the blog. Here you go:
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Smooches all around.
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"Ils sont joyeux, parce que les Africains sont joyeux par nature. Ils sont enthousiastes. Ils ont le sourire. Ils applaudissent. Ils sont contents."- Jacques ChiracOr, to save you the trouble of visiting Google's language labs:
"They are merry, because the Africans are merry by nature. They are enthusiastic. They have the smile. They applaud. They are content." - Jacques Chirac
Passengers stopped a charter bus from plunging nearly 200 feet off a bridge after the driver collapsed, apparently from a heart attack.Not to diminsh the bravery of the people on the bus, but I think we all know that it was 100% Jesus who stopped it from going over the edge of the bridge.
And, um, that concrete barrier designed for just such a purpose.
Jesus, however, did give the driver a heart attack. Bad, Jesus, bad.
So, do tell, what is it about that Overstock.com woman?
At least I know that I'm not alone.
FCC Chairman Michael Powell is scratching out his Puritan eyes after seeing a woman's bare back during the opening of ABC's Monday Night Football earlier this week:
"I wonder if Walt Disney would be proud," said Michael Powell....Powell, continuing his support of America and its bizarre moral priorities, made no mention of the rampant violence to be found on primetime television, let alone the idea that the skin of a woman is more harmful to the national psyche than a bunch of grown men slamming the shit out of each other over a little, brown ball.
The opening, which has generated complaints to ABC and the FCC, featured actress Nicollette Sheridan in the locker room, supposedly dressed only in a white towel. She drops the towel and jumps into the arms of Philadelphia Eagles star Terrell Owens. Sheridan was shown only from behind and above the waist after dropping the towel.
Rumor has it that he's waiting on getting letter #23 regarding the incident so he can fine ABC a ridiculous sum of money, a proper punishment befitting his role as national nanny.
He closed by saying, "And don't sit so close to the television; you'll ruin your eyes!"
OK, perhaps not, but this is probably one of those internet things making people go blind.
Josh Claybourn and others have brought their considerable, albeit sometimes misguided due to that whole God-belief thing, blogging efforts together and can now be found at In The Agora.
Go, check it out, disturb the peace with well-founded arguments and such and whatnot and stuff. Amen.
Once upon a not-so-long-ago, you said:
The Iraqis who have risen up against the occupation are not "insurgents" or "terrorists" or "The Enemy." They are the REVOLUTION, the Minutemen, and their numbers will grow -- and they will win.Indeed:
Kidnapped aid worker Margaret Hassan (search) was believed to be dead Tuesday after a video received by Al-Jazeera television showed a hooded figure shooting a blindfolded woman in the head.Yeah, Mikey, just a bunch of regular heroes, these guys. I believe this is called "biting the hand that feeds you" or, perhaps, "cutting off your nose to spite your face" - or maybe even "throwing out the baby with the bathwater."
The British government and Hassan's family in London said they believed the longtime director of CARE (search) in Iraq was the victim. CARE said it was in mourning for the 59-year-old Briton who worked for decades providing food, medicine and humanitarian aid to Iraqis.
Regardless of the chosen cliche, these people do not have the interests of Iraq at heart. They do not want to see capitalism and democracy flourish among the Iraqi people. They want to see us fail. They want to see us fail the Iraqis.
Their brand of Islam is a religion of utter darkness, oppression, and fear, all to please their delusions of Allah with his copious virgins; the people of Iraq and their welfare be damned.
To call them "Minutemen" is a vicious insult to those who came before us.
To call them "revolutionaries," as if that is always a good thing, implies you probably think the Chinese Cultural Revolution was a momentous and glorious period (but not the Great Leap Forward, as the ensuing famine guaranteed a shortage of Hostess snack cakes).
To call them anything but terrorists, murderers, and the enemy is a clear illustration that you are more detached from reality than your so-called documentaries.
Just whose side are you on?*
* Rhetorical question.
To those Kerry supporters who are being mocked by Republicans for seeking psychological help due to the Bush victory, allow me to apologize on behalf of the rest of us who lean a little (or a lot) to the right.
It is inhumane and cruel that they would make fun of you in such a way. Mental health is not a laughing matter, and I really do hope you find the help you need.
Because you people are f*cking nuts.
Update: Goldstein has bunnies.
...does not equal causality:
A new research has found that watching a computer screen for nine or more hours a day may be linked to the development of a progressive eye disease, which, according to a report published in the British Medical Journal, eventually could lead to blindness.I think it's pretty evident that it's what people are doing while looking at the screen that is causing blindness.
And hairy palms.
And the death of innocent kittens.
My my, such language. Was that really necessary?
I bet he's been drinking again. You know how he gets.
If I've told him once, I've told him a thousand times - "Don't you go out and have a few beers again, mister. You know how you get."
But does he listen to me? Oh no, not to me. Why, I'm just a dumb, little blog.
And, no, I'm not upset that such language is resting right above the angelic head of my dear daughter. She can't read.
* Follow the link. It will all make sense**.
** Wait, this one will help as well.
Mrs. World Wide Rant, in her neverending quest to please the grandparents on each side of the aisle, had some cheap-o Wal-Mart pictures made today of our wee Fiona.
This is the end-result, ripped from the low-res floppy disk they gave us, until such time as we look at all of the photos, pick the ones we like (they're all adorable, don't you know), and get some reprints.
Anyway, here's the wee Fiona, quite the princess, with her pals Shrek, Donkey, and Puss... in Boots.
All together now:
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww....OK, back to whatever it is you were doing.
Update: Yes, I'm aware that Shrek looks remarkably like Rosie O'Donnell. Or vice-versa.
What next? Osama bin Boulevard?
Several French municipalities governed by communist and left-wing majorities are considering naming a street or a square after Yasser Arafat.Now, perhaps if they named une toilette or un bidet after him...
Wow, one simple change and the 200-300 daily spambot hits on my comments have - from all appearances - been reduced to zero (at least over the last 12 hours). I wonder how long that'll last.
Thanks for the tip, Zombyboy.
Tonight's theme was "pig parts," apparently.
Just had Roast Pork Loin with Beer Sauce, except that I didn't want to buy an entire roast, so I used the chops left from the last set of recipes. Worked fine, and dinner was ready a lot faster.
To drink, a 2003 Domaine du Salvard Cheverny.
Now settling in for the evening to see if Alabama can beat LSU...
Update: The refs are, it would seem, blind. Hey, want to shove a receiver over before the ball is inbound? Go ahead! We don't care!
Update 2: It seems the answer to the original question is "No, they can't." Piss-poor ref calls aside.
I love how politicians think (he said with sarcasm). From Italy:
Italians have reacted angrily to government proposals to bring in a tax on mobile phone text messages.That's right, in order to cut taxes, they have - uh - proposed a new tax.
With 27 billion text messages sent by Italy's residents last year, even a small surtax could raise a fortune.
The plan was put forward as a way to help Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi fulfil election promises to cut taxes.
There must be something in the water in Europe. I mean, lower taxes by adding taxes? Is that kind of like the French defending France by putting their arms in the air?*
* Granted, given the infrequent bathing over there, that might have actually worked had the Germans not known about clothespins.
The Kentucky Post declares:
Isn't it strange how hearing a certain song from a certain time in your life can bring back a flood of memories?
Doesn't that really just suck?
NS greetings, we would like to proudly announce our intention to field National Socialist Movement candidates in the 2008 Presidential Race. These probable Candidates would be for the Presidency and Vice-Presidency of the United States of America. We will announce the names of these individuals, along with our Public Proclamation in 2007, and perhaps others running for Public Office within the National Socialist Movement.Fantastic.
No openly National Socialist Candidate has ran for the Presidency of the United States, since Commander George Lincoln Rockwell planned on doing so, prior to his assassination in the 1960's. The National Socialist Movement hear by declares its intention to change that, and give the American People a probable choice when they go to the ballot booths in 2008.
The American People deserve far better than to have to make an ill informed choice between the lesser of two evils. Let them vote National Socialist in 2008.
Maybe they can make education a priority, as I counted no less than six grammatical and spelling errors in that passage alone. Admittedly, though, I am impressed. I was expecting many more, given that they're a bunch of Nazi boneheads.
P.S. Fellas, please add "make trains run on-time" to the party platform.
Aw, c'mon, Bill, everybody knows it's all the fault of the Man.
"A Murder of One," by Counting Crows.
"Chloe Dancer," by Mother Love Bone.
"The Freshman," by Verve Pipe.
Second Best Super-Special Mention for No Reason:
"She's My Ex," by All.
There seems to be a thematic element to all of these, now that I think about it. Purely an accident. They're just songs that appealed to me as I was loading up the CD player this evening.
* Even though it is clearly a sign that you suffer from as-yet-undiagnosed mental impairment. Seek help. Jeebus says so.
Kurt Vonnegut is 82 today. That makes him 40 years older than Demi Moore and 52 years older than Leonardo DiCaprio (who beat him out for the lead in TITANIC- so it goes), who also have birthdays today, but he's still 4,700 years younger than the oldest known copy of the Epic of Gilgamesh.
Chirac does it again:
PARIS (Reuters) - French President Jacques Chirac, confirming Yasser Arafat's death, has hailed the Palestinian leader as a man of courage and conviction who embodied the Palestinian struggle for a state.Yep, nothing says "courage" like ordering the intentional slaughter of innocents. Bravery, thy name was Yasser, indeed.
I keep seeing this line of thinking from some elements of the left, that Arafat was brave, a man of conviction, and how - because of that - we should not feel any happiness over his death.
I call poppycock on that*.
It's crazy, I know, but I just can't see the need to admire a man whose courage involved being holed up in Ramallah while directly or indirectly encouraging Israeli passenger buses to go *kaboom*, who had a significant fortune locked away while decrying the anguish of "his people," and whose conviction essentially amounted to "the end justifies the means, particularly if the means involve dead Israelis. Tee hee hee."
Next they'll be wanting to give Osama a pat on the back for his perseverance in the fight against America.
Sorry, but, ding dong at least this terrorist is dead.
Update: Bill agrees.
* Mainly because "poppycock" is fun to say. Go on, say it with me. Poppycock!
** Said as more of a "take that" statement than a recommendation for a thick chicken stew.
You know, unless he was on to something about fundamentalist Islam.
Note: Some female body parts of a private nature are visible to varying degrees. This is for artistic purposes, not your jollies.
OK, actually just an updated picture of some food I cooked down below.
Would hate for you folks to miss the smallest, exciting moment here at the Dubya-Dubya-Arrrrrrr.
Pardon my language, but I'm not going to get too upset over this death.
Good riddance. Maybe now some real change - a real chance at peace - can come.
Although I won't be holding my breath*.
* Makes it hard to drink my beer, you see.
An update to the "election-result-suicide" story from the other day, in which a young man, horribly - oh so horribly! - distraught over the Bush victory went to Ground Zero and symbolically* spread his cranial innards across the site.
Seems that might have just been a bit of projection from his (guessing here) Kerry-lovin' friends.
Andrew Veal's three-page missive, which cops found in his parked car near the site, at first shows a man amused over the purchase of his suicide weapon and later anguished over his passion for two women: his fiancée and a love from his hometown, Athens, Ga.You know, there are few things more stupid and misguided than shooting a President to impress a woman, but shooting yourself over two women certainly qualifies.
As my grandmama always used to say, "People so dumb."**
Via Michelle Malkin.
* So we were told, because symbolism is powerful, man. Meaningful.
** And as always, I never actually heard my grandmother say that. Consider it a literary device. I am an artist, after all!
Hey, don't at me - talk to this guy:
This is a message to all liberals in America, and to whomever else feels this open letter applies to them. I think we need to talk....He goes on to give some advice that might help the Left the next time around. Strangely enough, puking on sidewalks in protest and telling even moderate right-wingers how they're Jesus-humpin', black-hatin' inbreeders isn't on the short list.
And that's what you don't see. Every time you put a picture of Bush next to a chimp you lost one more vote. Every "Friends don't let friends vote Republican" bumper sticker you display causes another person to register as one. The further you devolved into an angry mob the more you sealed your fate of being treated like one. You presented yourself as the embodiment of social incivility and as a result trumped every last valid complaint that you had about the state of the world....
Really, guys: I want this about as much as you do. I'm writing because you are screwing up to such unbelievable levels that if this doesn't stop then that's exactly what we'll all get. And deserve. You've already earned yourself 4 more years of punishment. Is that not enough?
Got the urge to cook just before coming home, so stopped into the local grocer for what I needed and then spent about 90 minutes throwing dinner together. That might sound like a lot of time to some folks, but it's my after-work downtime when I can be by myself. Thinking about the day's frustrations. With a very large knife in hand.
So, you see why it is best others are not around.
Anyway, this evening we had Grilled Ancho-Rubbed Pork in a spicy garlic-lime sauce, Mexican rice, and Oven-Roasted Corn on the Cob with Ancho, Cheese, and Lime. Served with a very affordable 2003 Routas Rose (some details here).
The pork was supposed to be a slow-grilled shoulder, but I didn't want to wait until 10pm to eat dinner, so I just substitued some bone-in pork loin, allowed the spice rub to sit for an hour, and then grilled it up. Turned out fine.
The recipe for the corn is not online, but was pulled from some photocopied pages of a Bobby Flay book that I have in the cupboard. If anyone's interested, I can direct you to the book (I got it from the local library).
Anyway, try'em out, see what you think. There's still a half bottle of wine calling us.
I've been watching the local news coverage of tonight's midnight release of the video game "Halo 2." I've been watching teenage and adult males talk about this game like they were about to get to see their first naked girl boobies.
I've been weeping for the future of humanity.
The United Nations' chief nuclear inspector warns of a terrorist race for nukes:
International Atomic Energy Agency head Mohamed ElBaradei said the threat was "real and current".He concluded by saying that, should terrorists use nuclear weapons in an attack, the UN will be very, very cross with them, and there will be much finger wagging and tsk-tsk-ing.
Unless the target happens to be the United States, in which case they'll frown disapprovingly while secretly thinking "Take that, Amerikkkan pigdogs, BushMcChimpySmirkyburton!"
Update: ElBaradei just called to say that terrorists would also be sent to their rooms without any supper.
Update 2: ElBaradei has additionally informed me thet said terrorists are not to sail across the ocean, have a rumpus with assorted wild things, and then sail back, because their dinner will most certainly not be warm and waiting for them.
The UN is serious!
Both of us feeling a little sluggish today, I opted for a simpler dinner just to hold us until morning (at which time I, arriving at work, will most likely have the healthiest of meals - Diet Coke). Anyway, here are the recipes:
Frittata di Menta - a fancy way of saying Mint Omelet
Oven crispy fries - similar to the oven fries I've offered up here before, but with a lot more kick.
The omelet was outstanding, with the mint being an ingredient I don't often use in cooking. I'll have to rectify that situation - the fresh mint was flavorful, and chopping it allowed the essential oils to cast their scent over the kitchen. The fries were good, but too spicy, overpowering the more subtle mint a little too much for my liking - they would, however, do well on their own.
No wine tonight. Why? See the RMBB Pi post below.
That's right, America, we here in San Francisco are officially sick of your shit, and we're not going to take it anymore.If these folks were actually serious, I'd recommend we look at just relocating San Francisco to the moon. Isn't that where moonbats come from? I'll have to check with Bill.
Correction: You. Were. Stupid:
A 25-year-old from Georgia who was distraught over President Bush's re-election apparently killed himself at ground zero.A brilliant plan*, except he failed to consider that now there is one less vote for the Democrats to get in 2008.
Andrew Veal's body was found Saturday morning inside the off-limits area of the former World Trade Center site....
Veal's mother said her son was upset about the result of the presidential election and had driven to New York, Gus Danese, president of the Port Authority Police Benevolent Association, told The New York Times in Sunday's editions.
Moving to Canada or Cuba or somesuch would probably have been a better solution (and with much less blood and guts sprayed all over the WTC site). He may have thought he was doing something symbolic, but I don't see much of a comparison between taking your own life and being one of 3000 victims of the worst terrorist attack in our history.
RMBB Pi has come to a close, albeit an early one for me as we had to get back to the wee Fiona before 'twas too late. Saw the usual cast of characters, as well as Whomping Willow (who only loves me for my monkey, with nary a consideration for my multitude of other charms)*, Marsblog, Publicola, and even The Rocky's own Linda Seebach.
Anyway, off to bed for me - although I imagine the party is still going somewhere in downtown Denver. Bastards.
Just kidding, love to one and all.
P.P.S. Inadvertently left out Robin Roberts from the list of new faces. Your check is in the mail.
P.P.P.S. Seems a few other folks showed up after the Clan WWR had left the building. It's almost like they didn't want to see me. Feh.
P.P.P.P.S. Whomping Willow does indeed love me for more than just my monkey. Not that her blogroll would indicate such. *cough cough*
* I should not make fun of her, because - nice as she seemed - reading her About page indicates she could kick my ass up and down the street, all the while insulting me in Korean. And you know how I feel about being insulted in Korean.
Tonight at the Falling Rock Tap House in LoDo.
All misspelled-Morkishness aside, allow me to respond to the massive e-mail campaign that has been waged to get me to, once again, participate in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Here's my response.
Not because I don't want to - and not because of anything that the NaNoWriMo people did (except for killin' my Pa) - but because I want to write in a different format, one that is better suited to visual inclinations, and one that - with just one sale - can make a metric buttload of money. Truckloads of it. A million one-gallon jugs stretching from Denver to Tokyo, all filled with the green goodness of America's sweet legal tender*.
That's right - I'm going to write a screenplay.
I have two ideas in my head, one for a moderately intelligent horror flick, the other for a - well - I don't quite know what it is. It covers a hero's journey from the Ordinary World to a Special World where the dangers of love and religion collide in a fashion most akin to a multi-car pile-up with lots of decapitations and limbs strewn on the motorway. Blood and guts and oh my oh my!
Maybe even some boobies**.
So, NaNoWriMoes, I shall be writing with you, but without regard for word count or the like. I might even get around to updating the Blovel website*** for 2004. As always, though, I very well may not do so, as I am a willing victim to my whims, tossing me to and fro, much like Michael Moore having a seizure as the election returns rolled in. In the meantime, you can ping it just like you did last year to let other NaNoWriMoes know what you're doing.
So, anyway, that's my plan. I'm going to be obscenely wealthy and on all the television talk shows and in magazines, with people just dying to know how I wrote such a masterpiece, particularly the part about the boobies, and then I'll say it was a gift from God, just to confuse the lot of you, but don't you worry 'cause I will never, ever - never in a million, billion years - forget you good people, and how you helped me to grow as a writer, and how you taught me so much about life, and how much I owe you for all of that.
But you're not getting any of my money, so back off.
* Not a porn site. Although that would be a good name for one. Hmmm, note to self.
** But not strewn on the motorway, because that's just nasty.
*** Blovel = blogger + novel, with love in the middle. An elegant universal truth, coined by yours truly (just because someone asked). I also coined the name for the Montiac Grand Jam, a once-a-year gathering down in Texas to celebrate music with the amazing guitarist Monte Montgomery. Hey, I'm good at this coining thing. I should charge.
Sorry, that's what came to mind when I saw this headline:
Apparently, common sense is lacking with a significant number of people on the internet today, as I just woke up to find my Inbox, over the last five hours, filled with 60 copies of a worm (the dangerous attachments of which were stripped by my fantastic hosting company, Hosting Matters). Since the worm is spoofing return addresses, I can't tell where each one originated, beyond an IP address, and I have neither the desire nor patience to reverse IP each one to notify the admins.
So, here are Andy's Virus-fightin' Tips for November 5, 2004:
Sure, so she's eighteen and not much of a toddler, but she is cute I think. However, I'm more amazed by what she, a left-leaner, still wet behind her electoral ears, has to say about Kerry's loss.
A few excerpts:
I know, we lost. Bush won the presidency for another four years. It sucks. A lot.And...
But it's happened before. It's not the end of the world. Complaining about it, being unpatriotic, moving to Canada, for gods' sake, Will Not Help, it will only make it worse.
Putting more stress on the nation by dividing ourselves over who voted for who, and who didn't vote isn't going to help us now. We need to be unified, both sides, and work to fix the giant gap that's been created. And if that means that we have to put a little faith into our fellow Americans, and yes, Bush, to do it, then I for one, am prepared to do it.Maybe it's the idealism of youth, but compared to the bitter, cynical, strap-me-to-Michael-Moore's-back-and-I'll-ride-him-to-France idiocy that has dominated the popular left-wing realms of the blogosphere, it gives me hope for the future of the Democratic party.
Even if people like AerialBard don't help the Democrats get their shit together, at least they'll be cuter than Teresa Heinz-Kerry.
I think that counts for something.
Still working to convince us that he is not our friend:
He [Chirac] will snub a meeting with Iraqi PM Iyad Allawi in Brussels today. It is a sleight aimed at Mr Bush and Tony Blair, who back Mr Allawi.In the words of the immortal Google Language Tools webpage:
Chirac — who tried to stop the war to topple Saddam Hussein — will leave Brussels before the new Iraqi leader arrives.
However Chirac DID find time to visit Palestinian leader Yasser Arafat in hospital yesterday.
Pas simplement contre la guerre, mais de l'autre côté.
Wire services are reporting that Arafat is dead (denied by the hospital), and sources indicate Attorney General John Ashcroft will resign.
I think I'm going to have a beer after work*.
* I'd have done this anyway, but now it will be a meaningful beer.
I'd certainly watch this show:
Channel 4, no stranger to challenging broadcasting taboos, is about to cross another televisual rubicon by filming the decomposition of a human body...I think forensics is fascinating, although I have no desire to watch the 3,298 dramas about it that CBS airs, and even the slightest bit of research into it should dispell even the most religious among us from the notion that there's ever going to be a bodily resurrection. If there is, at least for the recently deceased, it's going to be one nasty, bloated, stinking party of burst bellies and marbled skin.
The plan is to film the body decomposing, which could take several months, in London's Science Museum, though not in an area open to the public.
There is a reason we rush to embalm the dead before we bury them in the ground; no one would want an open casket if dead Uncle Ernie had maggots crawling out of his nose. We sanitize death, perhaps to lessen our fear of it, to coddle ourselves with the notion that it can be dignified and decorous, that we are still who we were, even once we are no longer inhabitants of that carbon shell.
Sorry, we're worm food. Cheers, fellas.
However, Channel 4's assertion that they're doing it for scientific reasons is, I would guess, a big bunch of hooey. They're doing it because morbid fascination translates into more viewers.
If you're curious about decomposition, you can watch it happen to a piglet here.
man was attacked and injured after jumping into a lion's den at the Taipei Zoo and trying to convert the lions to Christianity.Dude, lions like to eat Christians, not be Christians.
The 46-year-old man leaped into the den of African lions and shouted "Jesus will save you," according to the report. He also said, "Come bite me" before one of the male lions attacked and bit the man.
Florida scientist has developed a "brain" in a glass dish that is capable of flying a virtual fighter plane and could enhance medical understanding of neural disorders such as epilepsy.How long before we see futuristic Terminators coming back in time to destroy the leader of the human forces fighting against the Skynet neural network? Surely, such technology must be stopped before it's too late!
The "living computer" was grown from 25,000 neurons extracted from a rat's brain and arranged over a grid of 60 electrodes in a Petri dish.
Last night, Mrs. World Wide Rant (my favorite limey) said something beautiful about the prospect of a Bush win. Paraphrasing:
At least Kerry can't nationalize healthcare.My work is complete.
Hell, Dubya, fly over to France and give our terrorist pal a hearty slap on the back. Maybe it'll do him in.
Now, if Kerry had won, Arafat would have been mysteriously returned to the healthy state of a 20 year old, armed with laser cannons and neutronic death beams from his beady, little eyes.
You can't make this stuff up.
...for the Palestinians. Leila Shahid, Palestinian envoy to Paris, says:
I think that, like all Palestinians, [Yasser Arafat] is waiting to see what President Bush is going to do to revert to a policy of peace rather than a policy of war.Whereas Palestinian policy during the same four years has been to put Israeli corpses in freezers.
I am worried because President Bush has for four years been in charge of the American administration that has conducted a policy of war more than a policy of peace and which decided to put the peace process in a freezer for the last four years.
This is a "war" on terror, not a "peace" on terror (most likely involving Richard Gere hugging a suicide bomber, only to be blown to pieces). Regardless of which candidate ends up in the Oval Office after the Ohio votes are counted, I hope they remind Yasser "J'aime la France!" Arafat and his terrorist cronies of that fact.
Or when it looks like they are on the losing end over at Atrios' site.
Kerry might (might) still win, but the far-lefty kooky-kooks are already crying foul, Diebold, and McChimpySmirkNaziNaziHalliburton!
Prediction: Reynolds Wrap stock will soar on the opening bell.
Note: Those clicking over from the Atrios trackback, feel free to peruse the site before you start yelling "World Wide RantMcChimpySmirkSmirk," ok? Please note that I think the far right has just as many idiots as you guys do on the far left.
Regardless of what morning brings, and who will be sworn in as President come this January, congratulations to the winner and - even though I shall continue to agree or disagree with specific positions as I see fit - I promise not to be a whiny dick like so many on the left have been since 2000, or how many on the right were during the Clinton years.
Bush, Kerry, whomever* - one of you is going to be the President of the United States. I hope you do the office its due honor, and sustain America as the sole world superpower, fulfilling the obligations which that entails.
Now, a brief message for those of you who, regardless of your party, say you will refuse to acknowledge the winner as your President:
Get. The. Fuck. Over. It.You have effectively said you have voted with no respect for the voting process, which makes you either an idiot or a force against democracy and the voice of the American people. Neither one is something of which to be proud.
Bush is NOT Hitler. Kerry is NOT an evil traitor. Those who have stooped to such name-calling are encouraged to re-evaluate their grip on reality and, perhaps, decide to play a meaningful role in the process of American democracy in the future, rather than being goddamn fucking raving loons who should be locked up and drugged.
So, to the winner (looking like Bush right now, according to NBC), I wish you well and may you always take our country's best interests to heart.
Oh, and kick some terrorist ass.
* But not Nader. No, no, not Nader. Lord help us all were that to happen.
Instapundit's guest bloggers are saying that young people have stayed away from the polls:
NBC is reporting that, for all the efforts at bringing young people to the polls, the percentage of 18-29 year old voters is exactly the same as it was in 2000 (17%). And the number of voters in the 30 to 44 year old group has actually declined, going from 33% to 28%.I suppose that acting disaffected is cool, while voting for change* actually requires effort.
* Or even the status quo.
Pardon the language, but this thing is looking close.
I'm all on edge and my heart is a-flutter.
Amen for a big meal of pasta and a bottle of wine.
Terribly sorry, sir, for your inability to access the site for most of the day.
Won't happen again*.
* Unless, you know, it does.
This past weekend, while showing friends the sights up in the mountains, we stopped into a general store near St. Mary's Glacier for beverages. In my change, I received a one dollar bill covered in red ink. Looking more closely, it said:
See where I've beenApparently someone has begun a currency tracking project, and this bill was one of the many involved.
Track where I go next
I just went to the site and registered the bill, the details of which you can see here. I'm the only entry other than the original one for this bill, when it was first obtained from a bank in Rhode Island, some 3 months ago.
Pretty cool little doodad of a site, if I do say so.
I was about the 30th person in line to vote this morning when the crazy-haired man in the patriotic shirt cried, "The polls are open!" 'Twas a mixed bag of voting goodness, sometimes an oval filled in for Republicans, sometimes a Democrat, sometimes a Libertarian; I did poo-poo most every tax initiative though, particularly the ones that had, at the very end of the text, something about acquiring my first born to cover government debt.
Tonight I shall watch the results unfold, at least whenever we pause "Hidalgo."