For anyone who was worried that Huckabee had a chance of beating any of the Dems it looks like he is just as bad as the rest of them and so should be pretty easy to beat.
Oh, and this is kind of funny.
11.30.2007
'Cuz Ah'm Giuseppe Franco
Used to see this commercial on Fox Soccer Channel a lot. There was one day when I think the only thing Peter, Anika and I said to each for a couple hours was, "I'm Giuseppe Franco" and "I don't own the company. I don't own anything about it". Good times. Good times.
And hey, Gary Busey!
And hey, Gary Busey!
11.29.2007
Ah, Mike Gravel, putting the crazy in "crazy hippie"
Yeah, I agree with the basic premise of what he's saying but DAAAAYYYMMMMM! Seriously, dude, the 60s are way over you can stop dropping the acid now.
The Washington Post: continuing to own the Partisan Hacks label
Over Thanksgiving I had a lively debate with Katie (actually she pretty much kicked my ass) about the merits of Barak Obama. So I came home and tried to do a little more research to back up my claims that he is basically a more cuddly version of Hillary. And I quickly found examples of Barak making Republican lite/triangulation statements. But I am quite sure that I, Hater of Corporate Media, Caller of Bullshit, has been at least partially duped. The latest evidence is from the craptastic Washington Post. Their front page story is a discussion of the completely idiotic and debunked rumors of Barak's Islamic connection. Not about amazingly pathetic and scary GOP debate last night or the newest allegations of Ghouliani corruption (I need to find another source here, linking to The Politico, ugh. Oh, wait, here we go, much better). It's just mind boggling how inept and craven the media is, as Phoenix Woman at Firedoglake says (paraphrasing), screw "balanced" how about just reporting.
[Update] Yes, this is the point. Not that Obama denies the lies of "Obama is a Muslim" but that the WaPo continues to bring it up AND doesn't admit that they are lies. Wankers.
Some more on just how awful our media is.
[Update] Yes, this is the point. Not that Obama denies the lies of "Obama is a Muslim" but that the WaPo continues to bring it up AND doesn't admit that they are lies. Wankers.
Some more on just how awful our media is.
11.28.2007
MWAHAHAHAHA
This is just too funny. Apparently, the Republican Party of Virginia will require voters to sign an oath promising that they will vote for the Republican candidate in the general election. They have progressed from shooting themselves in the foot to a straight up face shot. Keep up the good work GOP!
Glenn Greenwald
You don't read Glenn Greenwald over at Salon? You should and here's why. His thorough and complete evisceration of Joe Klein (Joke Line), Time magazine and the entire corporate media. More and more it appears that the corporate media owns the majority of the blame for the current state of our country.
This is when they would call me
10AM Whatever Shall We Do?
via Overheard in the Office, Nov 28, 2007
Woman #1: Does this copier work?
Woman #2: Yes, but it's not turned on. It will take a while to warm up.
Woman #1: I'm in a hurry, so I guess I'll just go to another office and use theirs.
Woman #2: Why don't you just use our other copier?
Woman #1: It's not working.
Woman #2: Really? I just used it last night.
Woman #1, going to copier: See? It says, 'Paper tray empty. Please load paper.'
425 I Street
Washington, DC
via Overheard in the Office, Nov 28, 2007
11.25.2007
The Flat File
Check out John's new blog, The Flat File. I love this idea of his of providing an opportunity for people to purchase smaller pieces. As the owner of the largest private collection on John's work it's good to see more people exposed to his work.
11.17.2007
11.12.2007
Where do you want to eat?
This is a pretty cool tool for finding restaurants. Roll over Washington DC at the top to go to different neighborhoods. The best part is that Metro stations are included on the map.
What?
You don't visit Gridskipper? What is wrong with you? This might help, brewpubs in the DC metro.
WTF!
It's like they want to look incompetent. Just pathetic.
BTW, how many of you even know there was a huge oil spill in San Francisco Bay? Hello? Media are you there, it's us, the uninformed public.
BTW, how many of you even know there was a huge oil spill in San Francisco Bay? Hello? Media are you there, it's us, the uninformed public.
11.11.2007
11.10.2007
Chapter 4: The Inconsequential Stuff I thought about while lying on my back in the grass, Part I: Sabrina
YAY! NEW Jester Knives chapter. I'm not sure how I feel about the direction this chapter takes things but, hey, it's finished.
Previous chapters here if you need to recap:
Chapter 1: My Own Fault
Chapter 2: Fight at the Moondrop
Chapter 3: Tea and what was that all about
********************************
I lay on the couch and replayed the previous evenings events. My head hurt and between sips of tea I rested the warm mug on my forehead. It helped a little. I kept coming back to lying on my back in the grass of someone's backyard. It was cool and quiet and I felt safe and strangely at peace. It was nice.
My first thoughts were of Sabrina waiting for me at the Moondrop, which led to thinking about Sabrina in general. I was working with Wu Han at the smithy when we first met. She came in to see if we could make a sheath for The Sword. There are no qualifications to make when I say that she is a beautiful woman. She is about two inches taller than me, around 5'9” with sharp, high but surprisingly wide cheekbones. Her hair is black like a winter night. There is a strange mistiness so that when you look at it directly your eyes slip off. Yet light reflects off of it like stars,small distinct points of brightness, and your eyes are drawn back, trying to focus on it. But what I noticed most those five years ago were her eyes. Slightly almond shaped and colored. It's hard to explain the intenseness of eyes so warm and comforting, like hot chocolate and yet so biting. Later I would find the green and yellow flecks in them that could render me speechless.
That first day I just stared at her for at least a full minute before I tried my flirting routine. She just looked at me with that judgmental look of hers. She was judging but not condemning. It's a look that most people misinterpret and take offense to, I know I did on that day.
After that I continued to see her around. For about three months I would try to get her in bed but she wasn't having it. Eventually, I gave up and just started talking to her. Turns out we had much in common and many differences. We both lost a parent young, her mother at 8, my father at 10. We both became separated from the other parent shortly after that, her father at 13, my mother at 12. We both became reacquainted with that parent later in life, her father at 20, my mother at 18. But while my mother continued to be a part of my life Sabrina no longer knew where her father was.
Because of our early losses we both had a quick and rough upbringing However, while I grew up on the streets I had a rather extensive and supportive network. Sabrina was truly on her own. This difference had a lot to do with some of our more extreme differences. Shortly after the first bar fight we had ever been in together we compared notes and she revealed that the entire time she had to resist drawing The Sword and resist crippling and killing blows. I revealed that I had to resist running. I filed that away and it wasn't until I read a bootleg copy of Bodily Changes in Pain, Hunger, Fear and Rage by Walter Cannon that I understood that her inclination was to turn to the fight side of the fight or flight dichotomy while I leaned toward the flight side. It wasn't until a year or so later while reading another bootleg book (don't remember which one) that I connected it to our upbringing. I had safe havens to which I could escape, she did not. And so, I was outwardly gregarious while she was reserved and yet my relationships were rarely very intense, hers were for life and to the death.
It turns out another thing we had in common was fighting. We were both very good at it. Having started at young ages and having been blessed with exceptional teachers we had become deadly capable. And while I relished a good bar fight now and then (provided no one was permanently maimed) neither of us truly enjoyed fighting. Unless you're a psychopath killing or maiming was never easy, but sometimes it was you or the other guy. Unfortunately, for both of us, as much as we tried, sometimes it was impossible to avoid those situations.
Shortly after that first bar fight we thought it would be a good idea to start our own crew, we had dreams of becoming the mid-Atlantic triad. At first it went well, with my connections and our combined badassedness we were well on our way. But then it fell apart. And not because of the usual reasons: money, love or pride. It was more idealistic. The underdog phenomenon. I always root for the underdog because of the drama, Sabrina for the righteousness. We got into a situation where my sense of drama did not equal her sense of doing right. Sounds silly now but at the time this situation became polarized in our minds. So much so that we drew on each other. Her, The Sword, me, my knives. We fought to kill. It lasted for about an hour before the rest of our crew arrived to break it up. We said some truly evil things to each other.
For about three months after we continued to try to kill each other. Then six months later, during the tail end of a hurricane, she was attacked by Shaymous McGougles entire crew. Initially, after seeing who they were fighting I continued walking past the alley. But then I took ten steps and fell to my knees. As the downpour intensified I asked forgiveness of all that is holy. Then I sprinted into the alley, catapulted myself off a trash dumpster and into the center of the ring surrounding her.
“I think I love you,” I said to Sabrina.
“I know,” she replied, “and we need to talk about that.” Blood dripped from The Sword as I looked in her eyes. I could tell from her stance she was unsure what to do, ready for an attack from Shaymous McGougles' crew behind her but concentrated on me. I turned my back to her and drew my knives.
We killed more than we wanted to that night but fewer than we probably should have. In the days nursing ourselves back to health we discussed what was admitted and said. After three days of rest and Wu Han's ministrations we were able to walk around, which resulted in us discussing the meaning of love while pulling books off my shelves and engaging in a quote-off. I won the quote-off but lost the argument. She did not love me according to my definition. She did not have a definition. And I'm not sure that my definition was valid. We left it at that.
But I do know this, I would willingly die for some women and some men, but there are very few I would kill for. My mother, my sisters, Wu Han, and Sabrina.
Sabrina is the only one for whom I would have no questions.
************************
Next Chapter is half finished, so next Saturday, Nov. 17
The Inconsequential Stuff I thought about while lying on my back in the grass, Part II: The History of the Fall of the United States of America
Previous chapters here if you need to recap:
Chapter 1: My Own Fault
Chapter 2: Fight at the Moondrop
Chapter 3: Tea and what was that all about
********************************
I lay on the couch and replayed the previous evenings events. My head hurt and between sips of tea I rested the warm mug on my forehead. It helped a little. I kept coming back to lying on my back in the grass of someone's backyard. It was cool and quiet and I felt safe and strangely at peace. It was nice.
My first thoughts were of Sabrina waiting for me at the Moondrop, which led to thinking about Sabrina in general. I was working with Wu Han at the smithy when we first met. She came in to see if we could make a sheath for The Sword. There are no qualifications to make when I say that she is a beautiful woman. She is about two inches taller than me, around 5'9” with sharp, high but surprisingly wide cheekbones. Her hair is black like a winter night. There is a strange mistiness so that when you look at it directly your eyes slip off. Yet light reflects off of it like stars,small distinct points of brightness, and your eyes are drawn back, trying to focus on it. But what I noticed most those five years ago were her eyes. Slightly almond shaped and colored. It's hard to explain the intenseness of eyes so warm and comforting, like hot chocolate and yet so biting. Later I would find the green and yellow flecks in them that could render me speechless.
That first day I just stared at her for at least a full minute before I tried my flirting routine. She just looked at me with that judgmental look of hers. She was judging but not condemning. It's a look that most people misinterpret and take offense to, I know I did on that day.
After that I continued to see her around. For about three months I would try to get her in bed but she wasn't having it. Eventually, I gave up and just started talking to her. Turns out we had much in common and many differences. We both lost a parent young, her mother at 8, my father at 10. We both became separated from the other parent shortly after that, her father at 13, my mother at 12. We both became reacquainted with that parent later in life, her father at 20, my mother at 18. But while my mother continued to be a part of my life Sabrina no longer knew where her father was.
Because of our early losses we both had a quick and rough upbringing However, while I grew up on the streets I had a rather extensive and supportive network. Sabrina was truly on her own. This difference had a lot to do with some of our more extreme differences. Shortly after the first bar fight we had ever been in together we compared notes and she revealed that the entire time she had to resist drawing The Sword and resist crippling and killing blows. I revealed that I had to resist running. I filed that away and it wasn't until I read a bootleg copy of Bodily Changes in Pain, Hunger, Fear and Rage by Walter Cannon that I understood that her inclination was to turn to the fight side of the fight or flight dichotomy while I leaned toward the flight side. It wasn't until a year or so later while reading another bootleg book (don't remember which one) that I connected it to our upbringing. I had safe havens to which I could escape, she did not. And so, I was outwardly gregarious while she was reserved and yet my relationships were rarely very intense, hers were for life and to the death.
It turns out another thing we had in common was fighting. We were both very good at it. Having started at young ages and having been blessed with exceptional teachers we had become deadly capable. And while I relished a good bar fight now and then (provided no one was permanently maimed) neither of us truly enjoyed fighting. Unless you're a psychopath killing or maiming was never easy, but sometimes it was you or the other guy. Unfortunately, for both of us, as much as we tried, sometimes it was impossible to avoid those situations.
Shortly after that first bar fight we thought it would be a good idea to start our own crew, we had dreams of becoming the mid-Atlantic triad. At first it went well, with my connections and our combined badassedness we were well on our way. But then it fell apart. And not because of the usual reasons: money, love or pride. It was more idealistic. The underdog phenomenon. I always root for the underdog because of the drama, Sabrina for the righteousness. We got into a situation where my sense of drama did not equal her sense of doing right. Sounds silly now but at the time this situation became polarized in our minds. So much so that we drew on each other. Her, The Sword, me, my knives. We fought to kill. It lasted for about an hour before the rest of our crew arrived to break it up. We said some truly evil things to each other.
For about three months after we continued to try to kill each other. Then six months later, during the tail end of a hurricane, she was attacked by Shaymous McGougles entire crew. Initially, after seeing who they were fighting I continued walking past the alley. But then I took ten steps and fell to my knees. As the downpour intensified I asked forgiveness of all that is holy. Then I sprinted into the alley, catapulted myself off a trash dumpster and into the center of the ring surrounding her.
“I think I love you,” I said to Sabrina.
“I know,” she replied, “and we need to talk about that.” Blood dripped from The Sword as I looked in her eyes. I could tell from her stance she was unsure what to do, ready for an attack from Shaymous McGougles' crew behind her but concentrated on me. I turned my back to her and drew my knives.
We killed more than we wanted to that night but fewer than we probably should have. In the days nursing ourselves back to health we discussed what was admitted and said. After three days of rest and Wu Han's ministrations we were able to walk around, which resulted in us discussing the meaning of love while pulling books off my shelves and engaging in a quote-off. I won the quote-off but lost the argument. She did not love me according to my definition. She did not have a definition. And I'm not sure that my definition was valid. We left it at that.
But I do know this, I would willingly die for some women and some men, but there are very few I would kill for. My mother, my sisters, Wu Han, and Sabrina.
Sabrina is the only one for whom I would have no questions.
************************
Next Chapter is half finished, so next Saturday, Nov. 17
The Inconsequential Stuff I thought about while lying on my back in the grass, Part II: The History of the Fall of the United States of America
11.09.2007
11.06.2007
Adam quote #2
Adam: Oh man, I had the best lunch today. I had the Baconator from Wendy's. It's 6 strips of bacon, two beef patties, two slices of cheese and...BBQ sauce!
Me: This from someone who just recently saw Supersize Me
Adam: I'm living the dream.
Me: This from someone who just recently saw Supersize Me
Adam: I'm living the dream.
It's about habitat not animals
Cheetah Orphans
Beside the existential and responsibility questions the main take home point for me is that we should not be trying to save individual animals or even individual species we should be trying to protect the habitat of those animals.
Beside the existential and responsibility questions the main take home point for me is that we should not be trying to save individual animals or even individual species we should be trying to protect the habitat of those animals.
Burt's Bees sellout
Bought by Clorox.
Bummer. On the upside, I imagine some of that $926 million payout will end up back in the Maine economy.
Bummer. On the upside, I imagine some of that $926 million payout will end up back in the Maine economy.
11.05.2007
Geeks rule!
We'll Just Follow Him Up the Food Chain to the Bigger Fish That Are His Suppliers
via Overheard at the Beach, Nov 1, 2007
Professor: Are you guys working or just following a stingray?
Student #1: Working!
Student #2: Um...
Student #3: Both.
Professor: Both?
Student #3: We're using the stingray to randomly decide where to take our next sample. They eat invertebrates -- it's like a divining rod!
--Fergie Shoals, Florida
Overheard by: Justification is for the geeky
via Overheard at the Beach, Nov 1, 2007
11.04.2007
The History of LOLcats.
**
I found this at Presurfer which I found by following this link from Daily Kos. From that post I followed the link to the 2007 Weblog awards, where, after doing my duty to vote for Daily Kos as the best Online Community (seriously, Little Green Footballs is the competition, does it even have that many readers?), I started perusing the other categories. In some I didn't know any of the nominees such as Best New Blog, never heard of any of them. In others such as Best Blog I knew most of the entrants but others, not so much. I decided to follow a couple links and Presurfer is the first one so far.
WTF!!? Michelle Malkin (refuse to provide link) is in the running for Best Blog?? So if I started writing hateful, racist, misogynist, false, disingenuous things, if I start posting personal information about people who disagree with me so that my psychotic minions could harass them and send death threats, if I stalk a 12 year old boy in an attempt to expose him and his family as not being poor enough to get health care help from the government will I be nominated for Best Blog. Apparently so.
**Can't find a link to the originator of the video
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