A Good Day at the Park
Yesterday was the first time I've been able to get up to PacBell Park to watch any Giants games. And I realized just how much I'd missed going to games. Even though the Giants lost, they lost to the A's and Eric Byrnes hit for the cycle, with a spare double just to make sure.
P and I had a nice drive up in the morning through the gorgeous sunny day. We hit heavy overcast conditions as we got into the city and then, just before we got to the park, the sun broke out again.
Free parking in the nice lot, club level seats and my girl. It was a good day and only enhanced by the drive back down along the coast. And the Freedom Fireworks stations along the route made it all that much better. Fireworks are as American as Apple Pie even if they are made in China.
But not firecrackers or bottle rockets anymore. I didn't know it but they're illegal for sale in California, which isn't to say that they are illegal to use. Because the fireworks we bought are illegal to use. Its one of those what-the-fuck doubled over laws that are incomprehensible to the lay person. I think it goes something like, you can sell them but you can't use them in certain counties, you can possess them and use them in certain counties but not sell them and you can not possess them but you can use them in certain counties and you can only trade them for beaver pelts.
I like bottle rockets though, those and roman candles. Things that either rocket themselves or shoot flaming balls of death. And isn't that what the Fourth of July is all about? Sparklers in kids hands, floating half empty kegs of fromaldehyde laced Budwiser, piles of half burnt-half raw cow meat, children with fiery red backs, mothers and fathers with fiery red forearms. And explosions, explosions to symbolize the victory of American forces over the English, of the declaration of our independence, the day we cast off the empire's protective control.
It also means a short work week and a long weekend, one that it makes a ton of sense to keep the car parked and either pedal places or take the motorcycle. Which, by the way, has a sweet new tire that seems to grip the pavement like its glued down. Makes buzzing the hills lots of fun!
Yesterday was the first time I've been able to get up to PacBell Park to watch any Giants games. And I realized just how much I'd missed going to games. Even though the Giants lost, they lost to the A's and Eric Byrnes hit for the cycle, with a spare double just to make sure.
P and I had a nice drive up in the morning through the gorgeous sunny day. We hit heavy overcast conditions as we got into the city and then, just before we got to the park, the sun broke out again.
Free parking in the nice lot, club level seats and my girl. It was a good day and only enhanced by the drive back down along the coast. And the Freedom Fireworks stations along the route made it all that much better. Fireworks are as American as Apple Pie even if they are made in China.
But not firecrackers or bottle rockets anymore. I didn't know it but they're illegal for sale in California, which isn't to say that they are illegal to use. Because the fireworks we bought are illegal to use. Its one of those what-the-fuck doubled over laws that are incomprehensible to the lay person. I think it goes something like, you can sell them but you can't use them in certain counties, you can possess them and use them in certain counties but not sell them and you can not possess them but you can use them in certain counties and you can only trade them for beaver pelts.
I like bottle rockets though, those and roman candles. Things that either rocket themselves or shoot flaming balls of death. And isn't that what the Fourth of July is all about? Sparklers in kids hands, floating half empty kegs of fromaldehyde laced Budwiser, piles of half burnt-half raw cow meat, children with fiery red backs, mothers and fathers with fiery red forearms. And explosions, explosions to symbolize the victory of American forces over the English, of the declaration of our independence, the day we cast off the empire's protective control.
It also means a short work week and a long weekend, one that it makes a ton of sense to keep the car parked and either pedal places or take the motorcycle. Which, by the way, has a sweet new tire that seems to grip the pavement like its glued down. Makes buzzing the hills lots of fun!
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Chante Mallard, One Year for Each Minute of Jury Deliberation
How interesting and totally unrelated but the Jury took 50 minutes to convict this human filth for her part in the death of Greg Biggs. And she gets 50 years in prison for it!
Chante Mallard Gets 50 years
I bet she's not laughing about it anymore.
Have a nice 5 decade stay in the joint. Maybe people will forgiven and forgotten by the time you get out.
Another news source puts her sentence at 60 years.
How interesting and totally unrelated but the Jury took 50 minutes to convict this human filth for her part in the death of Greg Biggs. And she gets 50 years in prison for it!
Chante Mallard Gets 50 years
I bet she's not laughing about it anymore.
Have a nice 5 decade stay in the joint. Maybe people will forgiven and forgotten by the time you get out.
Another news source puts her sentence at 60 years.
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Cool 'Net Toys
Saw this over on Stiletto Philosophy the other day and finally got a chance to play around with it some this afternoon. Almost no effort at all required to create cool little works of art.
Go and check out Stamp It Out for some fun.
and because I had to 
Saw this over on Stiletto Philosophy the other day and finally got a chance to play around with it some this afternoon. Almost no effort at all required to create cool little works of art.
Go and check out Stamp It Out for some fun.
and because I had to
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Get on the Do-Not-Call List
I just tried to get on the site to sign up for not getting anymore stupid telemarketing jackasses calling all the time but there must be a huge rush to get there because it wouldn't come up for me. But here's the link, get on it as soon as you can and finally have dinner in peace!
Do Not Call Site or check the current stats at the FTC.gov Do Not Call site.
[Update: Many attempts to get to this site have now failed and I think I may just end up waiting until late at night when all the good peoples are sleeping.]
I just tried to get on the site to sign up for not getting anymore stupid telemarketing jackasses calling all the time but there must be a huge rush to get there because it wouldn't come up for me. But here's the link, get on it as soon as you can and finally have dinner in peace!
Do Not Call Site or check the current stats at the FTC.gov Do Not Call site.
[Update: Many attempts to get to this site have now failed and I think I may just end up waiting until late at night when all the good peoples are sleeping.]
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The Weekly Cheddar X!
Coming to you live from the hallowed halls of the Cheddar X-Change, it is this week's question set.
Have you ever been ashamed of your race or nationality?
Yep, the worst time was after watching the first ever showing of Malcolm X in Africa, in a black township. After the show it was very hard to walk around and not feel terribly self conscious about being white. It was wholly me though, not a single person made me feel uncomfortable. There were a few other times too but that was the worst of the bunch. I'm also ashamed to be a member of the same nationality as this scumbag.
What was the last thing that really enraged you?
The bitch in the huge SUV who nearly plowed into us and laughed about it as she drove off. I hope she slipped while getting some twinkies out of her pantry and broke her tailbone and can't sit down for a year.
When was the last time you played stupid to get away with something?
Its gotta be some conversation with P, something she almost certainly told me and I either spaced on it or didn't want to do it in the first place. Oh crap, I left the laundry in the washer! Damn!
Have you ever steered someone wrong (gave them bad directions, bad service, whatever) because they were just being overbearing jerks?
All the time. When I was a gas pumper in Norwich, Vermont, we would always get these jackasses up from New York who would talk like it was a strain to put up with back country hicks. We'd send them as far out of the way as we could and if they came back to complain we'd just play stupid.
From Carlene, If you knew you were about to die, what would be the last sight you would want to see?
It depends on how the method of death was coming. If it were some jerk about to run me over on my motorcycle or mountain bike, the last I'd want to see is my body flying through their windshield with my fists in front me and I go right through them, killing them with me.
But if its a peaceful sort of passing then I think I'd like to see the sun setting over the Santa Cruz wharf from the end of Seabright Ave. It is my Happy Place ala Happy Gilmour.
Last one, for those of us who have a history in the restaurant business. Have you ever monkeyed around with anyone's food or drinks? I.e. spit in them, wiped a booger on their burger or otherwise added your own spice or twist?
I don't think I ever maliciously fucked with people's food or drinks but we would, on occasion, soften a drink for someone who'd had too much. Its a great trick too. When mixing the drink, before adding ice, pour some alcohol around the rim of the glass but not into it, add ice and make the drink but without alcohol in it but before giving it to them, add a straw and fill the straw up with alcohol so that they taste the burn and think its a regular drink even though there's almost no anger juice in it.
Other Sad Commentary on the State of American Culture
Ever since posting the stuff about Stripperella, I've been getting truly inundated with hits. I'm talking about a couple of hundred people a day looking for nude+stripperella+pics. At one point last night, between 8 and 9, there were 39 people on Intellectual Poison at once.
So far today, more than 70 people have buzzed through looking for nude pics of a cartoon!
The sole heartening thing about all this traffic is that a good proportion of the random surfers have actually ended up spending some time on the site, either madly searching for the hidden nude drawings (there aren't any) or they saw something else that they liked and started reading up on the site. Kind of cool.
But yesterday, we topped out an all time new record and smashed the old record for a day's hits with 238 visitors to Intellectual Poison. The previous record had been around 120 so we just about doubled it. And today looks to get close to that mark again. Go Stripperella!
And I must say that I do love that drawing though. Someone said she's the new Jessica Rabbit but she's alot rawer and has no qualms about in-your-face sexuality.
Coming to you live from the hallowed halls of the Cheddar X-Change, it is this week's question set.
Have you ever been ashamed of your race or nationality?
Yep, the worst time was after watching the first ever showing of Malcolm X in Africa, in a black township. After the show it was very hard to walk around and not feel terribly self conscious about being white. It was wholly me though, not a single person made me feel uncomfortable. There were a few other times too but that was the worst of the bunch. I'm also ashamed to be a member of the same nationality as this scumbag.
What was the last thing that really enraged you?
The bitch in the huge SUV who nearly plowed into us and laughed about it as she drove off. I hope she slipped while getting some twinkies out of her pantry and broke her tailbone and can't sit down for a year.
When was the last time you played stupid to get away with something?
Its gotta be some conversation with P, something she almost certainly told me and I either spaced on it or didn't want to do it in the first place. Oh crap, I left the laundry in the washer! Damn!
Have you ever steered someone wrong (gave them bad directions, bad service, whatever) because they were just being overbearing jerks?
All the time. When I was a gas pumper in Norwich, Vermont, we would always get these jackasses up from New York who would talk like it was a strain to put up with back country hicks. We'd send them as far out of the way as we could and if they came back to complain we'd just play stupid.
From Carlene, If you knew you were about to die, what would be the last sight you would want to see?
It depends on how the method of death was coming. If it were some jerk about to run me over on my motorcycle or mountain bike, the last I'd want to see is my body flying through their windshield with my fists in front me and I go right through them, killing them with me.
But if its a peaceful sort of passing then I think I'd like to see the sun setting over the Santa Cruz wharf from the end of Seabright Ave. It is my Happy Place ala Happy Gilmour.
Last one, for those of us who have a history in the restaurant business. Have you ever monkeyed around with anyone's food or drinks? I.e. spit in them, wiped a booger on their burger or otherwise added your own spice or twist?
I don't think I ever maliciously fucked with people's food or drinks but we would, on occasion, soften a drink for someone who'd had too much. Its a great trick too. When mixing the drink, before adding ice, pour some alcohol around the rim of the glass but not into it, add ice and make the drink but without alcohol in it but before giving it to them, add a straw and fill the straw up with alcohol so that they taste the burn and think its a regular drink even though there's almost no anger juice in it.
Other Sad Commentary on the State of American Culture
Ever since posting the stuff about Stripperella, I've been getting truly inundated with hits. I'm talking about a couple of hundred people a day looking for nude+stripperella+pics. At one point last night, between 8 and 9, there were 39 people on Intellectual Poison at once.
So far today, more than 70 people have buzzed through looking for nude pics of a cartoon!
The sole heartening thing about all this traffic is that a good proportion of the random surfers have actually ended up spending some time on the site, either madly searching for the hidden nude drawings (there aren't any) or they saw something else that they liked and started reading up on the site. Kind of cool.
But yesterday, we topped out an all time new record and smashed the old record for a day's hits with 238 visitors to Intellectual Poison. The previous record had been around 120 so we just about doubled it. And today looks to get close to that mark again. Go Stripperella!
And I must say that I do love that drawing though. Someone said she's the new Jessica Rabbit but she's alot rawer and has no qualms about in-your-face sexuality.
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Stripperella, the Intellectual Poison Review
I happened to catch Pam Anderson on The Best Damn Sports Show Period last night and they mentioned that her new show, Stripperella, would be playing at 11 pm on some high number station. I filed it away and tried to remember it when it came on.
My first impression of the cartoon? Unbeleivably stupid, corny and gratuitous. A long scene of a cartoon Pam Anderson thrusting her ass, tits and other parts at a crowd of men in a strip club who were losing their minds because she was sooooo impossibly hot. Enough drool on the floor to cause the waitress to slip and fall. So hot that an old man there with his IV drip bottle caused the bag to explode and cover him in green goo. And another made his beer foam over in a faux orgasm.
It was, lame. It was a transparent bad tittie show without the nudity.
There's a slapstick angle to the show and its like a bastard child of Pam's V.I.P. and her own goofy personality. Where part of the humor was to have a guy in a wheelchair lose all control over it, then get up and hurl it into a fire.
Will the show do well? Sure, there was plenty of cartoon flesh, lots of action and no plot whatsoever to interfere with the drooling hordes watching her bounce and jiggle.
Should it do well? Probably not. It was incredibly stupid but maybe I wasn't stoned enough or drunk enough or hadn't been dropped on my head enough as a kid or I have an IQ in the triple digits or any of another thousand reasons. It wasn't awful but I did start channel surfing midway through when, in the past, I'd just mute V.I.P. and do other stuff while keeping her divine gorgeousness on the screen.
Will I watch it again? Maybe but I don't think I'll be skipping Futurama to do it.
I happened to catch Pam Anderson on The Best Damn Sports Show Period last night and they mentioned that her new show, Stripperella, would be playing at 11 pm on some high number station. I filed it away and tried to remember it when it came on.
My first impression of the cartoon? Unbeleivably stupid, corny and gratuitous. A long scene of a cartoon Pam Anderson thrusting her ass, tits and other parts at a crowd of men in a strip club who were losing their minds because she was sooooo impossibly hot. Enough drool on the floor to cause the waitress to slip and fall. So hot that an old man there with his IV drip bottle caused the bag to explode and cover him in green goo. And another made his beer foam over in a faux orgasm.
It was, lame. It was a transparent bad tittie show without the nudity.
There's a slapstick angle to the show and its like a bastard child of Pam's V.I.P. and her own goofy personality. Where part of the humor was to have a guy in a wheelchair lose all control over it, then get up and hurl it into a fire.
Will the show do well? Sure, there was plenty of cartoon flesh, lots of action and no plot whatsoever to interfere with the drooling hordes watching her bounce and jiggle.
Should it do well? Probably not. It was incredibly stupid but maybe I wasn't stoned enough or drunk enough or hadn't been dropped on my head enough as a kid or I have an IQ in the triple digits or any of another thousand reasons. It wasn't awful but I did start channel surfing midway through when, in the past, I'd just mute V.I.P. and do other stuff while keeping her divine gorgeousness on the screen.
Will I watch it again? Maybe but I don't think I'll be skipping Futurama to do it.
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Speedy Texas Justice
The most despicable human on the planet has already been found guilty of killing a homeless guy by leaving him lodged in her windshield for two days (note: further investigation has shown that it was only 2 hours before Gregory Biggs died, still an eternity) while he slowly and very painfully bled to death.
Jury Finds Texas Woman Guilty of Killing Homeless Man
Want an upclose look at the lengths this walking trash bag went through to try and cover up her crime? Go and read The Chante Mallard Timeline of Shame
What I don't see is the two day break between hitting the guy and him dying in this timeline so perhaps that aspect of the story is incorrect or embellished. I don't know.
[Update: I just read another story about this case and found out that it took Gregory Biggs two hours to bleed to death in Chante Mallard's car, not two days. So the timeline makes alot more sense now.]
I do know she's scum, as is her boyfriend and his cousin. I hope they all rot in jail forever.
Better News
I've uploaded the Stripperella pic and link so that it should load up faster. The site it was linked from was dogging badly this morning so I thought I'd speed things up and post the pic on my server. It is not my property though, it belongs to Silver Bullet Comic Books. So, here it is again for the masses of hits that want to see pics, sorry, as far as I know there are no nude drawings yet. But I'm sure they'll be available soon.
More pics and boards here.
The most despicable human on the planet has already been found guilty of killing a homeless guy by leaving him lodged in her windshield for two days (note: further investigation has shown that it was only 2 hours before Gregory Biggs died, still an eternity) while he slowly and very painfully bled to death.
Jury Finds Texas Woman Guilty of Killing Homeless Man
Want an upclose look at the lengths this walking trash bag went through to try and cover up her crime? Go and read The Chante Mallard Timeline of Shame
What I don't see is the two day break between hitting the guy and him dying in this timeline so perhaps that aspect of the story is incorrect or embellished. I don't know.
[Update: I just read another story about this case and found out that it took Gregory Biggs two hours to bleed to death in Chante Mallard's car, not two days. So the timeline makes alot more sense now.]
I do know she's scum, as is her boyfriend and his cousin. I hope they all rot in jail forever.
Better News
I've uploaded the Stripperella pic and link so that it should load up faster. The site it was linked from was dogging badly this morning so I thought I'd speed things up and post the pic on my server. It is not my property though, it belongs to Silver Bullet Comic Books. So, here it is again for the masses of hits that want to see pics, sorry, as far as I know there are no nude drawings yet. But I'm sure they'll be available soon.
More pics and boards here.
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Inter-Personal Dynamics
I have been thinking about this ever since I went down to the beach for a swim last night. Which was, by the way, awesome. The water was alot warmer than its been lately and I had a great time bouncing around in the waves for a half hour or so.
But on the way, I saw some friends who were headed out to a party and got introduced to someone new. A very attractive blond girl who happened to be a smoker so there was no real attraction to her. Nothing is as much of a softie inducer as watching a pretty girl puff away on cancer sticks. Yuck!
Anyway, there were a few of us chatting and talking and she was talking about moving and how much of a chore it was going to be this weekend with the heat and her boyfriend out of town. She said what she'd probably do is put on a bikini top, keep a spray bottle of water available and get through it. A pal said that in her bikini she'd likely get lots of offers of help from guys.
And then she related a story of a past move wherein she and her pal were moving and were in thier tops and almost certainly looking pretty fine because she is a good looking girl. A couple of guys showed up and offered to help out with the move. Which the girls happily accepted and had them basically empty out a U-Haul for them. And once it was all over they were like, "Thanks, see ya around," and went inside and closed the door.
I guess that sort of bothered me. Her use of people and when it came time to disperse, my one pal who'd also just met her said it was very nice to have met her and hope they have a good time out celebrating. And when I left, I said my goodbyes but omitted any mention of being happy to have met her. It just didn't seem right and I honestly wasn't all that happy to have met her, another girl using her tits to get guys to do what she wanted and then discarding them when she's done.
It just sort of rubbed me the wrong way. And maybe it was the heat and other frustrations but I guess I wasn't really all that happy to have met her. Sure its nice to meet a hottie and all but her personality sort of bothered me.
And that created another new question for this week's Cheddar X. How do you deal with friends of friends that you don't really care for? I've got two more questions to post up on Cheddar X later on today as well and this one may need to get a little expansion and enhancement before its ready for use.
But it was a strange episode and I've been thinking about it for a bit now. The attraction of her looks, the repulsion of her smoking and her denial of Kant's categorical imperative to not use people solely as a means to her own ends.
I have been thinking about this ever since I went down to the beach for a swim last night. Which was, by the way, awesome. The water was alot warmer than its been lately and I had a great time bouncing around in the waves for a half hour or so.
But on the way, I saw some friends who were headed out to a party and got introduced to someone new. A very attractive blond girl who happened to be a smoker so there was no real attraction to her. Nothing is as much of a softie inducer as watching a pretty girl puff away on cancer sticks. Yuck!
Anyway, there were a few of us chatting and talking and she was talking about moving and how much of a chore it was going to be this weekend with the heat and her boyfriend out of town. She said what she'd probably do is put on a bikini top, keep a spray bottle of water available and get through it. A pal said that in her bikini she'd likely get lots of offers of help from guys.
And then she related a story of a past move wherein she and her pal were moving and were in thier tops and almost certainly looking pretty fine because she is a good looking girl. A couple of guys showed up and offered to help out with the move. Which the girls happily accepted and had them basically empty out a U-Haul for them. And once it was all over they were like, "Thanks, see ya around," and went inside and closed the door.
I guess that sort of bothered me. Her use of people and when it came time to disperse, my one pal who'd also just met her said it was very nice to have met her and hope they have a good time out celebrating. And when I left, I said my goodbyes but omitted any mention of being happy to have met her. It just didn't seem right and I honestly wasn't all that happy to have met her, another girl using her tits to get guys to do what she wanted and then discarding them when she's done.
It just sort of rubbed me the wrong way. And maybe it was the heat and other frustrations but I guess I wasn't really all that happy to have met her. Sure its nice to meet a hottie and all but her personality sort of bothered me.
And that created another new question for this week's Cheddar X. How do you deal with friends of friends that you don't really care for? I've got two more questions to post up on Cheddar X later on today as well and this one may need to get a little expansion and enhancement before its ready for use.
But it was a strange episode and I've been thinking about it for a bit now. The attraction of her looks, the repulsion of her smoking and her denial of Kant's categorical imperative to not use people solely as a means to her own ends.
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Heavy Jungle Style Heat
Its amazing because I came home at lunch the other to get some pants to change into because the day started out hot and got cold.
Today it got warm, then hot and is now sweltering.
You know, the kind of heat that makes your balls stick to your thighs so you have to do a little dance everytime you get up to get things flowing freely again.
A day to go commando actually. But in shorts in an office? I think not.
Anyway. I kind of just wanted to complain but I think I'm going to change into some swim trunks and go for a swim in the bay. So, don't cry for me.
Its amazing because I came home at lunch the other to get some pants to change into because the day started out hot and got cold.
Today it got warm, then hot and is now sweltering.
You know, the kind of heat that makes your balls stick to your thighs so you have to do a little dance everytime you get up to get things flowing freely again.
A day to go commando actually. But in shorts in an office? I think not.
Anyway. I kind of just wanted to complain but I think I'm going to change into some swim trunks and go for a swim in the bay. So, don't cry for me.
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And one more Thing
Today's is George Orwell's birthday. He would have been a hundred today if he were still alive.
He is and remains one of the my favorite writers of all time. And not just because we'd be neighbors on bookshop shelves if I ever do get published.
Happy Birthday, George, I mean Eric.
With that in mind, I link to one of my favorite short story/essays of all time.
Shooting an Elephant by George Orwell.
Of course, no one hitting Intellectual Poison really cares about Orwell's birthday as a large proportion of surfers are just looking for Stripperella pics or drawings. And they all want nudes. Why not just go and find some naked pics of Pam Anderson and use Photoshop to cartoon-ize them? Or, better yet, get a life, its a cartoon!
Today's is George Orwell's birthday. He would have been a hundred today if he were still alive.
He is and remains one of the my favorite writers of all time. And not just because we'd be neighbors on bookshop shelves if I ever do get published.
Happy Birthday, George, I mean Eric.
With that in mind, I link to one of my favorite short story/essays of all time.
Shooting an Elephant by George Orwell.
Of course, no one hitting Intellectual Poison really cares about Orwell's birthday as a large proportion of surfers are just looking for Stripperella pics or drawings. And they all want nudes. Why not just go and find some naked pics of Pam Anderson and use Photoshop to cartoon-ize them? Or, better yet, get a life, its a cartoon!
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I give you, by way of Mark Morford of SFGate, the Iraqi Freedom Truck. Why? I have not even the slightest idea.
I give you, by way of Mark Morford of SFGate, the Iraqi Freedom Truck. Why? I have not even the slightest idea.
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Want to Stop California's Public Schools from Using Dangerous Pesticides? Sign Here Please
From Jay comes the Healthy Schools Campaign. And who doesn't have an interest in removing toxic chemicals from where our children spend most of their days during the school year?
Easy cheesy activism.
From Jay comes the Healthy Schools Campaign. And who doesn't have an interest in removing toxic chemicals from where our children spend most of their days during the school year?
Easy cheesy activism.
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Out with the Old and In with the New
Some of you may notice that there's a new commenting system for Intellectual Poison, I've replaced BlogOut with Haloscan for several reasons.
The biggest one is that Haloscan seems to be alot more reliable. I've yet to not have the comments link show up after a refresh of the page. BlogOut was getting to the point where it was every other reload was missing its comments. And that gets old.
Another big reason is to speed up load times. I know BlogOut was hanging the load for some folks and that's just unnecessary. And it could also drive you away and that's the last thing I want.
I can also now edit posts and delete those that don't need to be there. And monkey with the colors and formatting of the new comments as well, even embed the Fire in the Sky pic I took a few months ago.
No epiphanies here, just a sigh of okay, time to move on.
But I am now seriously thinking about paying Movable Type the transfer fee to have them migrate my blog to their systems as Carlene suggested. The price has gone up some but that's alright, its still a deal to not have to cope with the nightmares I've heard about moving to Movable Type. But I do wish they'd get their TypePad deal up and running soon because the install process is quite alot less involved.
I just want to blog, I don't want to spend hours fiddling with the controls.
After Hour Cop Stories
This is a new feature I'm going to start working on that will grow out of my conversations with my neighbor who's a sheriff and one of the nicest and coolest guys you'll ever meet.
A week or two ago we were talking as he got ready to go to the gym and I was doing something in the storage space. Somehow we got onto traffic stops and he related his way of not writing tickets but still having an impact and getting a damned good laugh in the process.
When he used to be a highway patrolman he hated writing tickets. Just because it was a pain to do, certainly not because he didn't think people deserved it. So, instead of ticketing everyone he pulled over, he would occasionally mess with their heads a bit (much like what I think happens in Super Troopers but as I've not gotten my DVD yet I don't know).
He would pull over a car and then just sit in his patrolcar, staring at the car he'd pulled over for about five minutes. Then he would slowly walk up to the driver's side window, they'd roll down their window and offer him their license, registration and proof of insurance. And he'd just stand there staring at them, wouldn't take their papers, wouldn't say anything. Would just stand there and stare at the driver. Keep in mind that he's a big guy, six two or three and built like the proverbial brick shit house. After a few minutes of silent intimidation he would slowly walk back to his car and sit in it staring at the offender for a few more minutes.
And then he'd start his car and drive away leaving the person to wonder just what the hell had just happened.
That is, unless the driver started mouthing off and being an asshole. Then he'd write them up for as much as he could.
And that brings this post to the advice corner. If and when you get pulled over, though you may be pissed off and ready to battle, don't. There is nothing you can win by being an asshole to the police. All you get is no slack at all, if you're a jerk then they will almost certainly write you up for as much as they can. Why? Because they have to deal with dickheads all day long. Differentiate yourself, be polite and treat them like another human being and not the law. They're doing their jobs and you wouldn't have been pulled over if you hadn't been breaking the law. Recognize this simple reality and you will find yourself getting warnings or reduced tickets instead of the full brunt of the law.
Simple really but so many people think its a good idea to argue with the police about getting stopped. Its not.
Oh yeah, the other thing is don't admit you knew you were speeding or whatever you were doing. That tells a cop that you knew what you were doing and broke the law on purpose and that'll piss off most of them just as much as being an asshole.
Thus endeth the sermon.
Some of you may notice that there's a new commenting system for Intellectual Poison, I've replaced BlogOut with Haloscan for several reasons.
The biggest one is that Haloscan seems to be alot more reliable. I've yet to not have the comments link show up after a refresh of the page. BlogOut was getting to the point where it was every other reload was missing its comments. And that gets old.
Another big reason is to speed up load times. I know BlogOut was hanging the load for some folks and that's just unnecessary. And it could also drive you away and that's the last thing I want.
I can also now edit posts and delete those that don't need to be there. And monkey with the colors and formatting of the new comments as well, even embed the Fire in the Sky pic I took a few months ago.
No epiphanies here, just a sigh of okay, time to move on.
But I am now seriously thinking about paying Movable Type the transfer fee to have them migrate my blog to their systems as Carlene suggested. The price has gone up some but that's alright, its still a deal to not have to cope with the nightmares I've heard about moving to Movable Type. But I do wish they'd get their TypePad deal up and running soon because the install process is quite alot less involved.
I just want to blog, I don't want to spend hours fiddling with the controls.
After Hour Cop Stories
This is a new feature I'm going to start working on that will grow out of my conversations with my neighbor who's a sheriff and one of the nicest and coolest guys you'll ever meet.
A week or two ago we were talking as he got ready to go to the gym and I was doing something in the storage space. Somehow we got onto traffic stops and he related his way of not writing tickets but still having an impact and getting a damned good laugh in the process.
When he used to be a highway patrolman he hated writing tickets. Just because it was a pain to do, certainly not because he didn't think people deserved it. So, instead of ticketing everyone he pulled over, he would occasionally mess with their heads a bit (much like what I think happens in Super Troopers but as I've not gotten my DVD yet I don't know).
He would pull over a car and then just sit in his patrolcar, staring at the car he'd pulled over for about five minutes. Then he would slowly walk up to the driver's side window, they'd roll down their window and offer him their license, registration and proof of insurance. And he'd just stand there staring at them, wouldn't take their papers, wouldn't say anything. Would just stand there and stare at the driver. Keep in mind that he's a big guy, six two or three and built like the proverbial brick shit house. After a few minutes of silent intimidation he would slowly walk back to his car and sit in it staring at the offender for a few more minutes.
And then he'd start his car and drive away leaving the person to wonder just what the hell had just happened.
That is, unless the driver started mouthing off and being an asshole. Then he'd write them up for as much as he could.
And that brings this post to the advice corner. If and when you get pulled over, though you may be pissed off and ready to battle, don't. There is nothing you can win by being an asshole to the police. All you get is no slack at all, if you're a jerk then they will almost certainly write you up for as much as they can. Why? Because they have to deal with dickheads all day long. Differentiate yourself, be polite and treat them like another human being and not the law. They're doing their jobs and you wouldn't have been pulled over if you hadn't been breaking the law. Recognize this simple reality and you will find yourself getting warnings or reduced tickets instead of the full brunt of the law.
Simple really but so many people think its a good idea to argue with the police about getting stopped. Its not.
Oh yeah, the other thing is don't admit you knew you were speeding or whatever you were doing. That tells a cop that you knew what you were doing and broke the law on purpose and that'll piss off most of them just as much as being an asshole.
Thus endeth the sermon.
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New Toy Product Review: KDS Rad-7 LCD
I got my new KDS Rad-7 from the FedEx guy yesterday afternoon, a quick ground shipment since I bought it last Thursday. First thing, the box is skinny and light, good things both of them. I hurried upstairs and began to unpack it like a kid at Christmas.
Its a gorgeous monitor even before its plugged in. Its elegant, stylish and very, very thin (especially compared next to the 17 inch CRT it was replacing). The single wire from the back is a nice touch too as it cleans up the desk a little more. I put my Powerbook to sleep, plugged in the new monitor and woke the system back up to check out the new screen. After some initial adjustments it looked perfect, really just amazing. It had to be toned down as it was too bright at first, too bright. That blew my mind.
It is so bright that my Powerbook's screen looks positively cloudy next to it but that's alright. I switched to just using the KDS LCD which meant that I got all the graphic power of the laptop pumping through it. And its really, really nice. A welcome upgrade and I'm really and truly thrilled with it.
Next up on the upgrade train? Replacing my tired and dinky Palm V with a Sony Clie that should be arriving today! Yeeha!
Other Giving-Props-Where-Props-Are-Due News
Oh yeah, big props to Ethan for turning me on to Dispatch and their song, "The General", its on my daily play lists and I find myself singing it to myself all the time. A good song and I'm thinking they may need another look to see what else they've got going on. Also digging on Tahiti 80 alot these days, A Love from Outer Space is excellent.
I got my new KDS Rad-7 from the FedEx guy yesterday afternoon, a quick ground shipment since I bought it last Thursday. First thing, the box is skinny and light, good things both of them. I hurried upstairs and began to unpack it like a kid at Christmas.
Its a gorgeous monitor even before its plugged in. Its elegant, stylish and very, very thin (especially compared next to the 17 inch CRT it was replacing). The single wire from the back is a nice touch too as it cleans up the desk a little more. I put my Powerbook to sleep, plugged in the new monitor and woke the system back up to check out the new screen. After some initial adjustments it looked perfect, really just amazing. It had to be toned down as it was too bright at first, too bright. That blew my mind.
It is so bright that my Powerbook's screen looks positively cloudy next to it but that's alright. I switched to just using the KDS LCD which meant that I got all the graphic power of the laptop pumping through it. And its really, really nice. A welcome upgrade and I'm really and truly thrilled with it.
Next up on the upgrade train? Replacing my tired and dinky Palm V with a Sony Clie that should be arriving today! Yeeha!
Other Giving-Props-Where-Props-Are-Due News
Oh yeah, big props to Ethan for turning me on to Dispatch and their song, "The General", its on my daily play lists and I find myself singing it to myself all the time. A good song and I'm thinking they may need another look to see what else they've got going on. Also digging on Tahiti 80 alot these days, A Love from Outer Space is excellent.
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Want to Smash the Spammers Back?
Found this site, FriedSpam.net, on MetaFilter and they purport to go to the site's mentioned in spams, again and again and again. Basically its a DOS attack engine (denial of service) that gives the spammers what they want by inundating them with hit after hit after hit until their servers fail.
Sounds like a good plan to me.
Shame it only works in IE but hey, that's why I keep a copy on my system (until MS truly dumps the platform on Mac).
Got a few spam sites that you feel a burning need to flame? Get down on it and smack those fools around. You can even enter multiple URLs to maximize your retaliatory experience!
[Update: I don't know if its a problem on my end or theirs but all I get is the validating URL's page and it hangs there forever. If anyone else can get the system to work, let me know how you did it!]
Found this site, FriedSpam.net, on MetaFilter and they purport to go to the site's mentioned in spams, again and again and again. Basically its a DOS attack engine (denial of service) that gives the spammers what they want by inundating them with hit after hit after hit until their servers fail.
Sounds like a good plan to me.
Shame it only works in IE but hey, that's why I keep a copy on my system (until MS truly dumps the platform on Mac).
Got a few spam sites that you feel a burning need to flame? Get down on it and smack those fools around. You can even enter multiple URLs to maximize your retaliatory experience!
[Update: I don't know if its a problem on my end or theirs but all I get is the validating URL's page and it hangs there forever. If anyone else can get the system to work, let me know how you did it!]
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Compelling Reasons to go Commando
Leblanc over on Intellectual Properties was discussing the fact that she's wearing undies today and they're driving her crazy. So Ariel linked her comments to Health risks make some fashions "don'ts" which talks about some of the health risks associated with thong underwear.
And also gets into some of the other fashion dangers lurking out there. Like peope with lots of piercings can get burned during surgery if they don't take out the metal conductors in their skin.
And the lowered incidence of leg and lower back issues because women are being encouraged to wear more sensible shoes in office environments and not having to wear high heels all the time.
No word on whether traditional panties are better than nothing at all but I'm guessing that they are. But its more fun to think about commando style instead. I like walking down the street and wondering who's truly naked beneath their clothes and who's got undies on. Makes a stroll around town alot more interesting, especially since its now summer in this here beach town and there are busloads of beautiful women being dropped off all the time.
Big Apple News
No, not New York Big Apple, this is big Apple news. Apple Unveils 64-bit G5's and they are billed as the fastest and most powerful personal computers ever.
Check out Apple's PowerMac site to find out more about these new power machines. Suffer no more, Macheads, we now have big guns of our own with which to fend off the pithy barbs of MS adherents! Yeeha!
Leblanc over on Intellectual Properties was discussing the fact that she's wearing undies today and they're driving her crazy. So Ariel linked her comments to Health risks make some fashions "don'ts" which talks about some of the health risks associated with thong underwear.
And also gets into some of the other fashion dangers lurking out there. Like peope with lots of piercings can get burned during surgery if they don't take out the metal conductors in their skin.
And the lowered incidence of leg and lower back issues because women are being encouraged to wear more sensible shoes in office environments and not having to wear high heels all the time.
No word on whether traditional panties are better than nothing at all but I'm guessing that they are. But its more fun to think about commando style instead. I like walking down the street and wondering who's truly naked beneath their clothes and who's got undies on. Makes a stroll around town alot more interesting, especially since its now summer in this here beach town and there are busloads of beautiful women being dropped off all the time.
Big Apple News
No, not New York Big Apple, this is big Apple news. Apple Unveils 64-bit G5's and they are billed as the fastest and most powerful personal computers ever.
Check out Apple's PowerMac site to find out more about these new power machines. Suffer no more, Macheads, we now have big guns of our own with which to fend off the pithy barbs of MS adherents! Yeeha!
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Pending Blog Changes
I've about had it with BlogOut again, it loads no more than half the time and then, when it does load, you stand a reasonable chance of the service being unavailable when you post your comments. And that means they're lost.
Which sucks royally.
So I need to move to something better and more functional.
What I really need is for Moveable Type to finish their TypePad app and start rolling it out for less than stellar programming geeks like me who are smart enough to know that I'm not smart enough or diligent enough to effect the migration of Intellectual Poison to Moveable Type on my own.
Anyone have an alternate solution?
I've about had it with BlogOut again, it loads no more than half the time and then, when it does load, you stand a reasonable chance of the service being unavailable when you post your comments. And that means they're lost.
Which sucks royally.
So I need to move to something better and more functional.
What I really need is for Moveable Type to finish their TypePad app and start rolling it out for less than stellar programming geeks like me who are smart enough to know that I'm not smart enough or diligent enough to effect the migration of Intellectual Poison to Moveable Type on my own.
Anyone have an alternate solution?
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One Huge Checkmark Taken Care Of
This'll mean alot less to most of you but it will be important to some folks.
P and I have a reception location selected and we will be putting down a deposit on it either this afternoon or tomorrow. We're currently only pencilled in because the main scheduler is on vacation this week but the schedule has no conflicts on it as of yet.
The cool thing is that I'm well familiar with the site. I managed a wedding there about a year and a half ago, actually on 02.02.02, the first and only gay wedding in my long history of catering and wedding experiences. It was very nicely done and I remember that I got to take home a whole bunch of quite excellent crab cakes along with a half flat of other food.
It is on church grounds and that's probably the only detriment in my thinking. That and no hard alcohol, just beer, wine and champagne. But that's alright, no one really needs to get totally wasted at a wedding reception, do they?
Its amazing to me how much of a relief it has been, in the short time, since we've locked down on where to hold the reception. Both P and I noticed it, our drive home from across town was lighter, we were both joking with each other and we were each unburdened by the simple selection of a place to hold our party. Its not wholly ideal because there will be some movement from the wedding ceremony site to the church, its across town, but that's minor in the grand scheme of things.
The big thing is that we now know where we will be sharing the party to celebrate the combining of our two lives into one. I'm sure there will be more posts on this but for now, just be happy that we've set the major piece of the puzzle into place and the rest of the picture can start to become much clearer. All the rest of the events must, naturally, fall from where the reception is taking place. Now that that's taken care, we can proceed with all of our other tasks.
Mine for this next weekend is to try and gather up some driftwood to construct the altar. That should prove interesting as the beach is pretty clean now from the heavy winter storms. And ring designs and all the other myriad joys of the whole wedding process. Maybe we should rent Very Bad Things just to see how crazy the whole process can become?
Quotas, Discrimination and Inverted Racism
This may irritate alot of people but I'm not really going to worry about that because its something I've been thinking about. I've tried to stay out of the affirmative action debates because they don't really apply to me anymore unless I decide that I want to go to graduate school and pursue a master's or more.
But the more I think about it and the more I see qualified, hard working people being overlooked for less meritorious candidates that just happen to be people of color, the madder I get.
Yes, fat old white men have screwed black people over, they've screwed Asian people, Indian people and everyone else. You know what? They've also screwed me over to and the only difference between me and them is about thirty years, fifty pounds and several million dollars.
I am in a curious demographic these days. The demographic that supposedly rules the world and tromps all over everyone else to get there. And I do think that the fat old men are criminals, they steal from the poor to make themselves richer and fatter, they abuse women physically, sexually, emotionally and intellectually. They control governments by getting their "guy" elected who will pass laws, mandates and screeds directing more and more money and power to them and their flabby, crusted asses.
Affirmative action is, by its definition, a way to give less deserving, by virtue of their efforts and not their skin color, students an easier passage into college ahead of kids who busted their asses but just happen to be white. I'm all for mixing things up but only if the bar for everyone is raised or lowered. Discriminating against white kids can't be justified. Its racism and band aid racism at that. A lame dick academia led attempt to rectify 400 years of slavery and oppression.
You can't fix 400 years of evil action by making it somewhat easier for a black kid to get into college. You can do it and point at it enough so that people may be fooled into thinking that there's some justification for doing it. Instead of lowering the bar, how about lowering the real barrier to entry into higher education? Scholarships, full rides for top tier students. Yes, they will have to bust their asses to get in and stay in but they shouldn't have money be the limiting factor on their ability to rise.
Anyway, here's the International Herald Tribune: Affirmative Action story to work from.
In my pal, Mark's, own words....
I�ve been reading your blog and wonder if you are as heated under the collar about todays Supreme Court ruling to uphold affirmative action practices at universities (read the whole 25 page ruling here) as you are about the vehicular murdering bitch you ranted about. I am just sick that the nations� court has ruled to allow unfair and unequal factors to admit undergrads and into grad school programs. It kills me that if I applied for a grad school along with people from other ethnicities that I could easily be denied acceptance in favor of a less qualified person. Grades are fucking grades, pure and simple; performance MUST mean more than skin color, give me a break.
I purposely refused to let the past enter into this argument; anyone who is entering college now has no clue as to how it was 50 or 60 years ago and does not deserve the right to do a little bit less in high school because they know they have an advantage on a college application. All I picture is some dumb �ethnic� kid getting into his states� university and eventually squeeking out a diploma and getting a decent job because of it, while some smart white kid gets turned down and ends up at some community college getting an inferior education and ending up a fry cook or a skating rink attendant spraying deodorizer all day. Because of the ruling today, I KNOW this will happen to at least one person and that is one person too many to have been hacked down by the supreme court. Unequality is not what this country is about and I�m afraid that a precedent might be set for other little unequalities to start being OK. The Cincinnati Bengals get home field advantage all season. The NBA must let 10 people under 5� 9� play each year. Victoria Secret has to put 1 ugly girl on the cover every year. Stephen Speilberg has to make a movie starring Pauly Shore for under half a mil. Senior Citizens get a discount at Denny�s and Thrift Stores on Wednesdays (wait, they already do this...). The PGA has to let a woman play one week; Oh my God! It�s already begun! What is happening to this world!?!?
This'll mean alot less to most of you but it will be important to some folks.
P and I have a reception location selected and we will be putting down a deposit on it either this afternoon or tomorrow. We're currently only pencilled in because the main scheduler is on vacation this week but the schedule has no conflicts on it as of yet.
The cool thing is that I'm well familiar with the site. I managed a wedding there about a year and a half ago, actually on 02.02.02, the first and only gay wedding in my long history of catering and wedding experiences. It was very nicely done and I remember that I got to take home a whole bunch of quite excellent crab cakes along with a half flat of other food.
It is on church grounds and that's probably the only detriment in my thinking. That and no hard alcohol, just beer, wine and champagne. But that's alright, no one really needs to get totally wasted at a wedding reception, do they?
Its amazing to me how much of a relief it has been, in the short time, since we've locked down on where to hold the reception. Both P and I noticed it, our drive home from across town was lighter, we were both joking with each other and we were each unburdened by the simple selection of a place to hold our party. Its not wholly ideal because there will be some movement from the wedding ceremony site to the church, its across town, but that's minor in the grand scheme of things.
The big thing is that we now know where we will be sharing the party to celebrate the combining of our two lives into one. I'm sure there will be more posts on this but for now, just be happy that we've set the major piece of the puzzle into place and the rest of the picture can start to become much clearer. All the rest of the events must, naturally, fall from where the reception is taking place. Now that that's taken care, we can proceed with all of our other tasks.
Mine for this next weekend is to try and gather up some driftwood to construct the altar. That should prove interesting as the beach is pretty clean now from the heavy winter storms. And ring designs and all the other myriad joys of the whole wedding process. Maybe we should rent Very Bad Things just to see how crazy the whole process can become?
Quotas, Discrimination and Inverted Racism
This may irritate alot of people but I'm not really going to worry about that because its something I've been thinking about. I've tried to stay out of the affirmative action debates because they don't really apply to me anymore unless I decide that I want to go to graduate school and pursue a master's or more.
But the more I think about it and the more I see qualified, hard working people being overlooked for less meritorious candidates that just happen to be people of color, the madder I get.
Yes, fat old white men have screwed black people over, they've screwed Asian people, Indian people and everyone else. You know what? They've also screwed me over to and the only difference between me and them is about thirty years, fifty pounds and several million dollars.
I am in a curious demographic these days. The demographic that supposedly rules the world and tromps all over everyone else to get there. And I do think that the fat old men are criminals, they steal from the poor to make themselves richer and fatter, they abuse women physically, sexually, emotionally and intellectually. They control governments by getting their "guy" elected who will pass laws, mandates and screeds directing more and more money and power to them and their flabby, crusted asses.
Affirmative action is, by its definition, a way to give less deserving, by virtue of their efforts and not their skin color, students an easier passage into college ahead of kids who busted their asses but just happen to be white. I'm all for mixing things up but only if the bar for everyone is raised or lowered. Discriminating against white kids can't be justified. Its racism and band aid racism at that. A lame dick academia led attempt to rectify 400 years of slavery and oppression.
You can't fix 400 years of evil action by making it somewhat easier for a black kid to get into college. You can do it and point at it enough so that people may be fooled into thinking that there's some justification for doing it. Instead of lowering the bar, how about lowering the real barrier to entry into higher education? Scholarships, full rides for top tier students. Yes, they will have to bust their asses to get in and stay in but they shouldn't have money be the limiting factor on their ability to rise.
Anyway, here's the International Herald Tribune: Affirmative Action story to work from.
In my pal, Mark's, own words....
I�ve been reading your blog and wonder if you are as heated under the collar about todays Supreme Court ruling to uphold affirmative action practices at universities (read the whole 25 page ruling here) as you are about the vehicular murdering bitch you ranted about. I am just sick that the nations� court has ruled to allow unfair and unequal factors to admit undergrads and into grad school programs. It kills me that if I applied for a grad school along with people from other ethnicities that I could easily be denied acceptance in favor of a less qualified person. Grades are fucking grades, pure and simple; performance MUST mean more than skin color, give me a break.
I purposely refused to let the past enter into this argument; anyone who is entering college now has no clue as to how it was 50 or 60 years ago and does not deserve the right to do a little bit less in high school because they know they have an advantage on a college application. All I picture is some dumb �ethnic� kid getting into his states� university and eventually squeeking out a diploma and getting a decent job because of it, while some smart white kid gets turned down and ends up at some community college getting an inferior education and ending up a fry cook or a skating rink attendant spraying deodorizer all day. Because of the ruling today, I KNOW this will happen to at least one person and that is one person too many to have been hacked down by the supreme court. Unequality is not what this country is about and I�m afraid that a precedent might be set for other little unequalities to start being OK. The Cincinnati Bengals get home field advantage all season. The NBA must let 10 people under 5� 9� play each year. Victoria Secret has to put 1 ugly girl on the cover every year. Stephen Speilberg has to make a movie starring Pauly Shore for under half a mil. Senior Citizens get a discount at Denny�s and Thrift Stores on Wednesdays (wait, they already do this...). The PGA has to let a woman play one week; Oh my God! It�s already begun! What is happening to this world!?!?
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More News of the Coming End of Humanity as We Know It
In what has got to be one of the most open and shut cases of a true and utter waste of space on the planet, the trial of Chante Mallard for hitting a homeless man and leaving him to die stuck in her WINDSHIELD, has begun. She has, amazingly enough, plead not guilty.
This sick idiot bitch ran into the guy, he was launched head first through her windshield. She panicked, drove home, parked her car in the garage and left the guy there to die. It took him two days to bleed to death. TWO DAYS that he was in agony and she didn't do anything. Nothing at all except panic. Nice work.
She's not up for the death penalty but there's no reason this walking piece of shit should be allowed to live. She was admittedly drunk and on drugs, admittedly drove while fucked up and killed a man because of it. I'm sorry but she's got no rights anymore. Convict her, throw her in a dark room and throw away the key.
I'm thoroughly sickened by what she did and then what she didn't do over the next 48 hours in which a simple phone call would have saved his life. And now this dumb bitch is going to sit in a jail cell for the rest of her life and feel sorry for herself. She should feel nothing but the deepest remorse at being born without a conscience and should kill herself and save the taxpayers the burden of caring for her worthless self.
And on to lighter fare.
Another Cartoon Tease Fest
Pam Anderson is Stripperella and, for more in depth news about the cartoon, Sneak Peeks: Stripperella
But don't worry, there's no nudity. Just impossibly oversized breasts and thinner plot lines than her prominent g-string.
Want to check out a strip (comic) or two? Stripperella to the Rescue
Stripperella on the Case and Stripperella: What Thong to Wear? (yeah, yeah, I made the titles up for kicks).
I wonder if Kid Rock's pissed off because he wrote and recorded the theme song and ole' Pammy's gone running back to Tommy Lee and his oversized phallus? Pam and Kid Rock Splitsville
In what has got to be one of the most open and shut cases of a true and utter waste of space on the planet, the trial of Chante Mallard for hitting a homeless man and leaving him to die stuck in her WINDSHIELD, has begun. She has, amazingly enough, plead not guilty.
This sick idiot bitch ran into the guy, he was launched head first through her windshield. She panicked, drove home, parked her car in the garage and left the guy there to die. It took him two days to bleed to death. TWO DAYS that he was in agony and she didn't do anything. Nothing at all except panic. Nice work.
She's not up for the death penalty but there's no reason this walking piece of shit should be allowed to live. She was admittedly drunk and on drugs, admittedly drove while fucked up and killed a man because of it. I'm sorry but she's got no rights anymore. Convict her, throw her in a dark room and throw away the key.
I'm thoroughly sickened by what she did and then what she didn't do over the next 48 hours in which a simple phone call would have saved his life. And now this dumb bitch is going to sit in a jail cell for the rest of her life and feel sorry for herself. She should feel nothing but the deepest remorse at being born without a conscience and should kill herself and save the taxpayers the burden of caring for her worthless self.
And on to lighter fare.
Another Cartoon Tease Fest
Pam Anderson is Stripperella and, for more in depth news about the cartoon, Sneak Peeks: Stripperella
But don't worry, there's no nudity. Just impossibly oversized breasts and thinner plot lines than her prominent g-string.
Want to check out a strip (comic) or two? Stripperella to the Rescue
Stripperella on the Case and Stripperella: What Thong to Wear? (yeah, yeah, I made the titles up for kicks).
I wonder if Kid Rock's pissed off because he wrote and recorded the theme song and ole' Pammy's gone running back to Tommy Lee and his oversized phallus? Pam and Kid Rock Splitsville
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Monday Wrap Up
Ah, you've gotta love a weekend that starts with road rash, pedal cuts and sticks jabbed through arms.
And actually, I was far less sore than I thought I would be which isn't any testament to my physical condition but more likely due to luck and the hard acquired ability to fall well.
Saturday was expensive day. Shopping trips to CostPlus, PetSmart and Ross made for good sized dents in bank accounts. But it was all for good things that we needed, mostly. And Ross was a return trip though I did end up picking up a cool stainless steel Cuisinart sauce pan.
Nope, we now have a table and chairs for our patio which has really gone a long way to improving the utility of our concrete jungle that serves as a backyard.
Which reminds me, who would wish for concrete over grass? I understand why things are as they are but that doesn't mean I have to be overly enthralled with them, do I? Its alright though because we're still having a good time with our plants and are expecting a rather large crop of tomatoes from the plants we've got going (as long as they don't die of thirst one day when they haven't been soaked enough in the morning or before the automatic watering system arrives and can be installed).
A new small fish tank for the kitchen fish, this one with a small filter system and a light so the plants and fish can stay up late watching me play on the computer better. Or something. Its a nice little tank though and I like it. Next up is an upgrade of the living room tank, bigger and lower so that its a more interactive space. But that can wait until a good deal presents itself.
Saturday afternoon was spent putting things together, replanting some flowers, strawberries and basil (purple ruffles, sweet, thai and cinnamon). And then off to a small barbecue at an old housemate's new place. The skinny on the new place is that its an distinct upgrade from the last place but my sense is that its a bit too expensive. But he's got a yard with a passion vine growing over one wall that had some of the most amazing flowers I've ever seen. Pics to follow but the pics only capture a tiny bit of the dramatic beauty of the flower. Oh well, with some luck the cutting I took will toss down some roots at my house and we'll have some of those same plants going to town at home.
Side note, the landlady for the old house I moved out of several months ago had a legitimate complaint about the house. And I need to go deal with it some more. But basically, she'd called me to tell me to make sure that no cars were parked in the driveway on Friday. No problem, I went down to the house and told half of the house members about it on Wednesday giving them plenty of time to get the truck out of the driveway. Friday comes and the gardeners couldn't get to the garage to pull the vines off as they were supposed to. And the landlady is pissed off, threatens to evict me (neverminding the fact that I don't live under her roof) and then threatens to kick everyone out which would be just fine with me now because it would break the lease and I'd be free and clear of that place forever. The main problem is that the landlady is not willing to put any money back into the place to keep it in shape. Its going to start having some serious issues with termites, leaks and other symptoms of rundownism.
So, the little land lady pitches up at the house on Sunday morning to give the boys a Whatfer (an old east coast term for a serious lecturing and don't ask questions, just listen). I can only imagine how that went, this tiny little white haired lady scolding Scott, who's either using steroids or is putting on muscle faster than any human in history, he's gotten much, much larger since I lived there. Whatever, its not me, not my body and he's never going to listen to me anyway so why waste my breath?
Sunday was gorgeous out and we got to spend some of it working in the backyard, I went down to the beach for a bit to check in with my volleyball pals. No game for me as the idea of bumping on my arms causes me to wince, the hole in my arm would not withstand playing very well at all. But it was good to see people, catch up with some friends I've not seen in a few weeks.
And then P and I got our gear together and went for a drive up PCH 1, from Santa Cruz to Half Moon Bay. Our first real drive in the new car and it was nice. Had lunch at Cameron's which wasn't quite as good as I recalled from my last visit there. But it was still nice and fun and a good time to have alone with P. Its too easy to get caught up in projects and forget to be with each other when we can.
And the best thing about a drive? The opportunity to play around out on the road which leads to speedy drives home and hurried hustles into the house to fully satisfy those hungers that get awoken by such play. Now we'll see what happens when we start to get out on motorcycle rides!
We also watched Donnie Darko which would bear a few more watchings before I can really say I know what its all about. But it was entertaining in a dark sort of way. We also watched Adaptation which was alright. I didn't really like it overall but it had its moments. And it also had one of the best lines I've heard in a movie in a long time and is an excellent life lesson to take away from the movie.
"You are what you love, not what loves you."
And that one line redeems any other failing of the movie.
Its a beautiful sentiment and one that should be taken to heart by everyone.
And this week will be a good one. Lunch with my old boss tomorrow, a new LCD monitor arriving Thursday, tickets to the Giants game on Friday (club level with free parking!), Jay and the family visiting this weekend (my first chance to see his new son, Lex!) and other various assorted Ebay goodies I've picked up over the last week or two. And an order of bike parts from Nashbar to help get my Szazbo into shape, the new forks are still on their way and I'm sooooo looking forward to dropping weight off the front end!
Which reminds me, I've gotta go Ebaying for some leg armor today. Or might just go and hit MTBR to see what they've got going on.
If you need a painful but funny story from the weekend, go and have a read of Rambling Rhodes to see what happens when you don't pay attention to where you're running and are looking at cuties instead.
Ah, you've gotta love a weekend that starts with road rash, pedal cuts and sticks jabbed through arms.
And actually, I was far less sore than I thought I would be which isn't any testament to my physical condition but more likely due to luck and the hard acquired ability to fall well.
Saturday was expensive day. Shopping trips to CostPlus, PetSmart and Ross made for good sized dents in bank accounts. But it was all for good things that we needed, mostly. And Ross was a return trip though I did end up picking up a cool stainless steel Cuisinart sauce pan.
Nope, we now have a table and chairs for our patio which has really gone a long way to improving the utility of our concrete jungle that serves as a backyard.
Which reminds me, who would wish for concrete over grass? I understand why things are as they are but that doesn't mean I have to be overly enthralled with them, do I? Its alright though because we're still having a good time with our plants and are expecting a rather large crop of tomatoes from the plants we've got going (as long as they don't die of thirst one day when they haven't been soaked enough in the morning or before the automatic watering system arrives and can be installed).
A new small fish tank for the kitchen fish, this one with a small filter system and a light so the plants and fish can stay up late watching me play on the computer better. Or something. Its a nice little tank though and I like it. Next up is an upgrade of the living room tank, bigger and lower so that its a more interactive space. But that can wait until a good deal presents itself.
Saturday afternoon was spent putting things together, replanting some flowers, strawberries and basil (purple ruffles, sweet, thai and cinnamon). And then off to a small barbecue at an old housemate's new place. The skinny on the new place is that its an distinct upgrade from the last place but my sense is that its a bit too expensive. But he's got a yard with a passion vine growing over one wall that had some of the most amazing flowers I've ever seen. Pics to follow but the pics only capture a tiny bit of the dramatic beauty of the flower. Oh well, with some luck the cutting I took will toss down some roots at my house and we'll have some of those same plants going to town at home.
Side note, the landlady for the old house I moved out of several months ago had a legitimate complaint about the house. And I need to go deal with it some more. But basically, she'd called me to tell me to make sure that no cars were parked in the driveway on Friday. No problem, I went down to the house and told half of the house members about it on Wednesday giving them plenty of time to get the truck out of the driveway. Friday comes and the gardeners couldn't get to the garage to pull the vines off as they were supposed to. And the landlady is pissed off, threatens to evict me (neverminding the fact that I don't live under her roof) and then threatens to kick everyone out which would be just fine with me now because it would break the lease and I'd be free and clear of that place forever. The main problem is that the landlady is not willing to put any money back into the place to keep it in shape. Its going to start having some serious issues with termites, leaks and other symptoms of rundownism.
So, the little land lady pitches up at the house on Sunday morning to give the boys a Whatfer (an old east coast term for a serious lecturing and don't ask questions, just listen). I can only imagine how that went, this tiny little white haired lady scolding Scott, who's either using steroids or is putting on muscle faster than any human in history, he's gotten much, much larger since I lived there. Whatever, its not me, not my body and he's never going to listen to me anyway so why waste my breath?
Sunday was gorgeous out and we got to spend some of it working in the backyard, I went down to the beach for a bit to check in with my volleyball pals. No game for me as the idea of bumping on my arms causes me to wince, the hole in my arm would not withstand playing very well at all. But it was good to see people, catch up with some friends I've not seen in a few weeks.
And then P and I got our gear together and went for a drive up PCH 1, from Santa Cruz to Half Moon Bay. Our first real drive in the new car and it was nice. Had lunch at Cameron's which wasn't quite as good as I recalled from my last visit there. But it was still nice and fun and a good time to have alone with P. Its too easy to get caught up in projects and forget to be with each other when we can.
And the best thing about a drive? The opportunity to play around out on the road which leads to speedy drives home and hurried hustles into the house to fully satisfy those hungers that get awoken by such play. Now we'll see what happens when we start to get out on motorcycle rides!
We also watched Donnie Darko which would bear a few more watchings before I can really say I know what its all about. But it was entertaining in a dark sort of way. We also watched Adaptation which was alright. I didn't really like it overall but it had its moments. And it also had one of the best lines I've heard in a movie in a long time and is an excellent life lesson to take away from the movie.
"You are what you love, not what loves you."
And that one line redeems any other failing of the movie.
Its a beautiful sentiment and one that should be taken to heart by everyone.
And this week will be a good one. Lunch with my old boss tomorrow, a new LCD monitor arriving Thursday, tickets to the Giants game on Friday (club level with free parking!), Jay and the family visiting this weekend (my first chance to see his new son, Lex!) and other various assorted Ebay goodies I've picked up over the last week or two. And an order of bike parts from Nashbar to help get my Szazbo into shape, the new forks are still on their way and I'm sooooo looking forward to dropping weight off the front end!
Which reminds me, I've gotta go Ebaying for some leg armor today. Or might just go and hit MTBR to see what they've got going on.
If you need a painful but funny story from the weekend, go and have a read of Rambling Rhodes to see what happens when you don't pay attention to where you're running and are looking at cuties instead.
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One Good Getoff
I thought I was all done with good falls after the wipeout on the cruiser that left my elbow open for a few weeks.
But I guess not.
Today being Friday there was a less than impressive turnout for work and I was the last to leave at 2. Instead of going for a nice pedal along West Cliff to check out the hot chickies in the sun, I headed up to Dela for another quick ride.
On the way, I ran into one of my buddies who was just coming down from the hill. He elected to join me for another run up and down the trails, maybe hitting another loop or two on the bottom.
Continued on NorCal Bikers
I thought I was all done with good falls after the wipeout on the cruiser that left my elbow open for a few weeks.
But I guess not.
Today being Friday there was a less than impressive turnout for work and I was the last to leave at 2. Instead of going for a nice pedal along West Cliff to check out the hot chickies in the sun, I headed up to Dela for another quick ride.
On the way, I ran into one of my buddies who was just coming down from the hill. He elected to join me for another run up and down the trails, maybe hitting another loop or two on the bottom.
Continued on NorCal Bikers
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The Latest Cheddar X Questions
Only four questions but hey, its been one of those weeks. Ok?
What is your most proud moment?
Anytime I can shake someone out of their malaise or make someone who was unhappy smile. Corny as it sounds, yeah.
What are you most proud of in your life?
Graduating from college most likely.
What is your most guilty pleasure?
Damn, there are so many. Foodwise? Taking whipped creams whippet hits off the canister and then denying it the next day. Activitywise? Staying up well past my bedtime and playing Vice City with headphones on and the sound turned waaaaaay up.
How much sh*t would you take from your employer before you quit on the spot without another job lined up?
It would have to depend on the job I'd think. And what kind of shit I was being given. If I'm personally attacked, either physically or verbally, then you're very likely to find out just how fast and furiously my mind does work. And I'm definitely not above walking out on a job. A lifetime ago I was working as a dishwasher and the cooks were totally being dickheads. I took it for about an hour and then just got pissed off, told them to wash their own fucking dishes and then go fuck themselves. And walked out. Two days later, the owner of the place apologized to me for their being assholes and tried to re-hire me. I passed but appreciated the lesson.
And I've had one boss in the past where I've told him to not say another word to (this is after I'd quit) or I'd literally punch him in the face, he was such a colossal asshole. (Hey Paul, can you guess who I'm talking about?).
So there ya go. My week's responses to the Cheddar X. May they live in infamy.
Only four questions but hey, its been one of those weeks. Ok?
What is your most proud moment?
Anytime I can shake someone out of their malaise or make someone who was unhappy smile. Corny as it sounds, yeah.
What are you most proud of in your life?
Graduating from college most likely.
What is your most guilty pleasure?
Damn, there are so many. Foodwise? Taking whipped creams whippet hits off the canister and then denying it the next day. Activitywise? Staying up well past my bedtime and playing Vice City with headphones on and the sound turned waaaaaay up.
How much sh*t would you take from your employer before you quit on the spot without another job lined up?
It would have to depend on the job I'd think. And what kind of shit I was being given. If I'm personally attacked, either physically or verbally, then you're very likely to find out just how fast and furiously my mind does work. And I'm definitely not above walking out on a job. A lifetime ago I was working as a dishwasher and the cooks were totally being dickheads. I took it for about an hour and then just got pissed off, told them to wash their own fucking dishes and then go fuck themselves. And walked out. Two days later, the owner of the place apologized to me for their being assholes and tried to re-hire me. I passed but appreciated the lesson.
And I've had one boss in the past where I've told him to not say another word to (this is after I'd quit) or I'd literally punch him in the face, he was such a colossal asshole. (Hey Paul, can you guess who I'm talking about?).
So there ya go. My week's responses to the Cheddar X. May they live in infamy.
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I Am an Outcast Beauty
Or says the latest quizzes from Quizilla.
Thanks to Erin for the connect.
You are Beauty.
You are beautiful, whether it be on the inside, the
outside, or both. People are drawn to you as
strongly as you are drawn to the beauty in the
world around you.
What Emotion Are You?
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Big New Words Day
Maybe my brain's compensating for something but I've been coming up with new words all day.
One is not mine and I will have to give credit to Hardy for its invention.
Whistl-oke - what its called when I'm sitting at my desk, whistling along with my music but totally oblivious to that fact. Hardy would come in and close my door while proclaiming that Happy Hour was over and the Whistl-oke bar was closed.
My other two new words for the day are related.
Scrupulon - someone who's so tight with rules that they cease to think for themselves and run the party line as their mantra.
Scrupuloser - the same person but they also hide behind the rules because they don't want to extend (and therefore, risk) themselves in anyway.
They have been added to the New Words page.
Or says the latest quizzes from Quizilla.
Thanks to Erin for the connect.
You are Beauty.
You are beautiful, whether it be on the inside, the
outside, or both. People are drawn to you as
strongly as you are drawn to the beauty in the
world around you.
What Emotion Are You?
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What Kanji word best suits you?
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Big New Words Day
Maybe my brain's compensating for something but I've been coming up with new words all day.
One is not mine and I will have to give credit to Hardy for its invention.
Whistl-oke - what its called when I'm sitting at my desk, whistling along with my music but totally oblivious to that fact. Hardy would come in and close my door while proclaiming that Happy Hour was over and the Whistl-oke bar was closed.
My other two new words for the day are related.
Scrupulon - someone who's so tight with rules that they cease to think for themselves and run the party line as their mantra.
Scrupuloser - the same person but they also hide behind the rules because they don't want to extend (and therefore, risk) themselves in anyway.
They have been added to the New Words page.
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Another New Word and Why Working With Idiots Sucks
The two sides of the headline go together on this one so bear with me for a paragraph or so.
The new word is: Poisignation - when someone quits a job or place and tries their best to destroy what's left behind. Or, the slow forcing of someone to quit by making them hate (i.e. poison their work) until they get frustrated and walk.
Why does that go with the other half of the headline?
Easy, I work with an idiot who's trying to make my work experience so unpleasant that I quit. Notwithstanding the fact that I'm just a few notches above them on the food chain.
Here's the latest passive/aggressive stupidity from this walking bag of wind.
Two interviews in two days this week. They both caught me by surprise as I'd had no forewarning and no advance copies of their resumes. An oversight? I don't really see how it can be. Once yesterday and once again today? No, this is willful and premeditated.
I've no problems with people not liking me but I do have a problem, and a very, very serious one, with people screwing around with my livelihood. And being unprofessional enough to pull this kind of shit two days in a row is screwing with how I can conduct my business in the office. Its one thing to not be friendly but its another thing altogether to mess around with what the company is doing because you don't like me. And I fervently hope and expect that this dumbass will get their come uppance. I will be having a word with their manager and my manager on this ridiculous stuff.
I'd buried the hatchet on whatever lingering irritation there was between this person and myself after our first run in months and months ago. But they do not forgive or forget apparently. And they are now taking steps to make it quite plain and clear that they a. don't like me and b. will not do their job if it means they can mess up mine.
So we'll see what happens this afternoon when I get a few minutes with their manager. Likely nothing but I'll vent it.
The two sides of the headline go together on this one so bear with me for a paragraph or so.
The new word is: Poisignation - when someone quits a job or place and tries their best to destroy what's left behind. Or, the slow forcing of someone to quit by making them hate (i.e. poison their work) until they get frustrated and walk.
Why does that go with the other half of the headline?
Easy, I work with an idiot who's trying to make my work experience so unpleasant that I quit. Notwithstanding the fact that I'm just a few notches above them on the food chain.
Here's the latest passive/aggressive stupidity from this walking bag of wind.
Two interviews in two days this week. They both caught me by surprise as I'd had no forewarning and no advance copies of their resumes. An oversight? I don't really see how it can be. Once yesterday and once again today? No, this is willful and premeditated.
I've no problems with people not liking me but I do have a problem, and a very, very serious one, with people screwing around with my livelihood. And being unprofessional enough to pull this kind of shit two days in a row is screwing with how I can conduct my business in the office. Its one thing to not be friendly but its another thing altogether to mess around with what the company is doing because you don't like me. And I fervently hope and expect that this dumbass will get their come uppance. I will be having a word with their manager and my manager on this ridiculous stuff.
I'd buried the hatchet on whatever lingering irritation there was between this person and myself after our first run in months and months ago. But they do not forgive or forget apparently. And they are now taking steps to make it quite plain and clear that they a. don't like me and b. will not do their job if it means they can mess up mine.
So we'll see what happens this afternoon when I get a few minutes with their manager. Likely nothing but I'll vent it.
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What He Said
Yeah, I'm with the CarpetBagger Report: The Estate Tax Repeal on this one.
ShrubCo is, once again, screwing over the poor to benefit the rich who will pay him back by filling his coffers full of dirty loot so he can win another four years of pimping America for his drinking buddies and cohorts.
And no one seems to really give a shit about it.
Is it wholly wrong if the vast majority of the nation is utterly apathetic about the undermining of our rights, the theft of our money and the subjugation of our chosen way of life to the Wal-Mart mentality plastic fantastic garbage that ShrubCo wants us to lead?
Sorry but I'm heading home to start packing.
Yeah, I'm with the CarpetBagger Report: The Estate Tax Repeal on this one.
ShrubCo is, once again, screwing over the poor to benefit the rich who will pay him back by filling his coffers full of dirty loot so he can win another four years of pimping America for his drinking buddies and cohorts.
And no one seems to really give a shit about it.
Is it wholly wrong if the vast majority of the nation is utterly apathetic about the undermining of our rights, the theft of our money and the subjugation of our chosen way of life to the Wal-Mart mentality plastic fantastic garbage that ShrubCo wants us to lead?
Sorry but I'm heading home to start packing.
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A Ranting Forward from Jay
Boy Becomes Gator Bait
In Jay's words:
This is fucking ridiculous. A stupid ass kid swims in a a river named: Dead River which is known to have alligators in it. In fact they even saw alligators earlier in the day and were throwing rocks at them. So the boy get's eaten alive, which IMHO he deserves for fucking with the gators, and for being so stupid to swim there in the first place. What really pisses me off is that they then go in there and kill 8-10 alligators. WHAT THE FUCK? Why go kill of some innocent creatures when all they are doing is what comes natural to them. This is one fucked up world.
To which I would humbly add that this kid is no loss to the gene pool if he was as stupid as the story makes him out to be.
Let's see if we can reconstruct his thought train.
"Stupid alligators, watch, I can hit that one in the head again with this rock."
"Wow, its kind of hot out, and its getting dark, right about when they get hungry and want to feed. I'm sure that alligator we were throwing rocks at has forgotten all about it by now, stupid alligator."
"Think I'll go for a swim before going home, mom said I needed to wash up."
"Hey, is that an alligator coming toward me while I'm swimming, stupid alligator."
"Hey, ow, ow, ow, ow. Glub, glub, glub."
And Jay's right, the rangers who came out and killed seven alligators are fucking whacked. They're "fairly" sure they got the one that killed the boy (who oh so totally deserved his fate for being unconscionably stupid and mean). That's messed up. What if the same logic were applied to the police. They'd shoot a half dozen people just to make they got the "might be" right guy.
No loss as far as I can tell as the kid would have grown up to be an animal beater and a wife beater and probably would have killed himself in a drunk driving accident anyway. Stupid alligator? No, stupid monkey. Or stupid tasty monkey.
Boy Becomes Gator Bait
In Jay's words:
This is fucking ridiculous. A stupid ass kid swims in a a river named: Dead River which is known to have alligators in it. In fact they even saw alligators earlier in the day and were throwing rocks at them. So the boy get's eaten alive, which IMHO he deserves for fucking with the gators, and for being so stupid to swim there in the first place. What really pisses me off is that they then go in there and kill 8-10 alligators. WHAT THE FUCK? Why go kill of some innocent creatures when all they are doing is what comes natural to them. This is one fucked up world.
To which I would humbly add that this kid is no loss to the gene pool if he was as stupid as the story makes him out to be.
Let's see if we can reconstruct his thought train.
"Stupid alligators, watch, I can hit that one in the head again with this rock."
"Wow, its kind of hot out, and its getting dark, right about when they get hungry and want to feed. I'm sure that alligator we were throwing rocks at has forgotten all about it by now, stupid alligator."
"Think I'll go for a swim before going home, mom said I needed to wash up."
"Hey, is that an alligator coming toward me while I'm swimming, stupid alligator."
"Hey, ow, ow, ow, ow. Glub, glub, glub."
And Jay's right, the rangers who came out and killed seven alligators are fucking whacked. They're "fairly" sure they got the one that killed the boy (who oh so totally deserved his fate for being unconscionably stupid and mean). That's messed up. What if the same logic were applied to the police. They'd shoot a half dozen people just to make they got the "might be" right guy.
No loss as far as I can tell as the kid would have grown up to be an animal beater and a wife beater and probably would have killed himself in a drunk driving accident anyway. Stupid alligator? No, stupid monkey. Or stupid tasty monkey.
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Why Entities Like E! and MTV are Bad for Society
I don't have a problem with television per se. Its a sort of roundabout democracy that works but also bespeaks of the shallow and rather stupid majority of America. How else can garbage shows like Everybody Loves Raymond and Dharma and Greg stay on the air? They are patently awful and for more reasons than I have fingers and toes.
And sure, there are shows I'm sure I watch that others would call bullshit on as well but I'm only human and the flickering images mesmerize me as well.
Anyway, why are E! and MTV so awful and really quite poisonous to society at large?
They foster a shortcut mentality. That, if you get one moment in the sun, a national spotlight, then you'll be set for life so why work hard? Why go to college for any other reason except to party like a rock star and tap a lot of ass?
The show Cribs is a prime example. I've only seen a few episodes but nearly every one is some rap star I've never heard of or another who dresses like he was hit by a fashion disaster tornado, hat turned off forty degrees, over sized shorts drooping down to show off his baggy boxers, shoes unlaced and always, always, always, the godawful stupid looking huge oversized gold chain that screams I'm-compensating-for-being-poor-my-whole-life.
And this star lives in a thirty room mansion with three pools, a hot chicks room, two indoor hot tubs, marble entryways, ten car garage with Bentley's, Escalade's, Ferrari's and Porsche's alongside maybe six or seven motorcycles or other toys of various kinds.
This guy who's got about a fifth grade education and, while being a rapper must have some effort involved, can do whatever he wants whenever he wants. And people watching the show see this and think, Hey, I can do that, fuck this homework or fuck my shitty job down at Assholes R' Us.
E! is far worse because they show true opulence. Vacations of the stars where they drop ten years of an average wage monkey's earnings in two weeks. Where they think nothing of spending a million bucks or fifteen million on a new house in the hills above Buenos Aires or Cancun or on the coast or wherever. These are people sitting on truly astounding sums of money, I heard that George Foreman was valued at $350 million the other day. Think about that for a second. That's ten thousand years of income for someone making $35,000 a year!
That embittering crap Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous show was among the worst. Its not enough that people get to live like kings and really get to do whatever they want. But now they get to gloat about it on television too? That's just rude. And it undermines the concepts of hard work, diligence and industriousness. It replaces them with the fast buck, the moment in the spotlight, that one big score that'll set someone up for life.
Its the fuel that feeds the Lottery, the single hit. Its the fuel that feeds trips to Vegas with retirement dreams in one's head. Heck, it could even be part of the reason why people drive recklessly, so
I don't have a problem with television per se. Its a sort of roundabout democracy that works but also bespeaks of the shallow and rather stupid majority of America. How else can garbage shows like Everybody Loves Raymond and Dharma and Greg stay on the air? They are patently awful and for more reasons than I have fingers and toes.
And sure, there are shows I'm sure I watch that others would call bullshit on as well but I'm only human and the flickering images mesmerize me as well.
Anyway, why are E! and MTV so awful and really quite poisonous to society at large?
They foster a shortcut mentality. That, if you get one moment in the sun, a national spotlight, then you'll be set for life so why work hard? Why go to college for any other reason except to party like a rock star and tap a lot of ass?
The show Cribs is a prime example. I've only seen a few episodes but nearly every one is some rap star I've never heard of or another who dresses like he was hit by a fashion disaster tornado, hat turned off forty degrees, over sized shorts drooping down to show off his baggy boxers, shoes unlaced and always, always, always, the godawful stupid looking huge oversized gold chain that screams I'm-compensating-for-being-poor-my-whole-life.
And this star lives in a thirty room mansion with three pools, a hot chicks room, two indoor hot tubs, marble entryways, ten car garage with Bentley's, Escalade's, Ferrari's and Porsche's alongside maybe six or seven motorcycles or other toys of various kinds.
This guy who's got about a fifth grade education and, while being a rapper must have some effort involved, can do whatever he wants whenever he wants. And people watching the show see this and think, Hey, I can do that, fuck this homework or fuck my shitty job down at Assholes R' Us.
E! is far worse because they show true opulence. Vacations of the stars where they drop ten years of an average wage monkey's earnings in two weeks. Where they think nothing of spending a million bucks or fifteen million on a new house in the hills above Buenos Aires or Cancun or on the coast or wherever. These are people sitting on truly astounding sums of money, I heard that George Foreman was valued at $350 million the other day. Think about that for a second. That's ten thousand years of income for someone making $35,000 a year!
That embittering crap Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous show was among the worst. Its not enough that people get to live like kings and really get to do whatever they want. But now they get to gloat about it on television too? That's just rude. And it undermines the concepts of hard work, diligence and industriousness. It replaces them with the fast buck, the moment in the spotlight, that one big score that'll set someone up for life.
Its the fuel that feeds the Lottery, the single hit. Its the fuel that feeds trips to Vegas with retirement dreams in one's head. Heck, it could even be part of the reason why people drive recklessly, so