even tho the odds of Pink Floyd ever playing again are very very low, but i can't help but giddy at the thought that they got back together. Brain Damage has a little blurb on how the 2006 calendar is going to be delayed because "...as the band have requested some image changes to include Live 8 shots."
the BAND have requested. not dave. not roger. not nick. not rick.
the BAND.
that's something i haven't really done of late. well, the good news is that i have notes on the random stuff i'm want to blog about, so that means there will be at least some more blog entries to come. so, let's start slogging thru the blogging.
yesterday (sunday if you are reading this after monday), M & i decided that we wanted to go out to lunch. generally, if we go out to lunch, we'll cook dinner. in theory, the converse holds true, but i usually don't have much by way of lunch food, so we'll go out to eat. prolly for the best as lunch prices are usually lower than dinner, so i suppose in some twisted logic, the cost of dinner is usually absorbed by going to lunch and buying stuff for dinner.
anyways, we figured we'd see how long the lines were at the Cheesecake Factory. they opened one in burlington a few months ago, and the last time we tried, we weren't going to wait for 90+ minutes. this time, the wait was only 15-30 minutes (love how precise that was), so it was within that 30min max window we decided on. M was parking her car, i got our buzzer thing and we looked thru the menu. i spose that is a good thing, because they have a rather extensive menu, so if you are seated down quickly, you have to actually take more time to look thru the menu. maybe that's why it's as big as it is.
anyways, we had enuff time to look thru it and decide what we wanted to have before we sat down.
we were seated, and our server (i suppose waitress and waiter are policially incorrect these days.) introduced herself (began with an 'm' i think) and asked if we wanted drinks. we both asked for water w/lemon and she toddles off. M&i finalize our meal options, and decided on the Sweet Corn Tamale Cakes and The Navajo. we clearly stated that we were going to share them (keep this point in mind folks). she toddles off to place the order. we sit. we look around. we see the table next to us get their lunch. we see other tables with bread. we wonder where our bread is. M asks for a straw. our waitress toddles off. returns a few mins later with straws for us.
still no bread.
we start to get frustrated at the lack of bread as we are both getting hungry. FINALLY our waitress (oh, excuse me, our SERVER) returns carrying 2 baskets of bread, one for us, one for a table that was seated 10 minutes after us. our mood is starting to turn sour, but the bread is there and it helps to placate us for a few minutes.
less than 5 minutes later, lunch arrives. our waitress plops the 2 plates down, and with a bread in my mouth i just look up at her. we look at each other with some disbelief as she toddles off.
after a moment, i clear my bread plate and start scooping the tamale on to the bread plate. i take a bite/scoop. it's luke warm. it tasted ok. only i had expected it to be a little warmer. we finish and move onto the sandwich, which by this point has cooled down a bit. it turns out the grilled chicken is rather bland, not much avocado. we are very disappointed.
no water refills. in fact, our waitress just seems to up and disappear. we finish what we want and start to discuss where things went wrong. our waitress shows up and we ask for our check. pay in cash and off we go.
so, let's think back. now where did our waitress go wrong? well, we ordered an appetizer and a meal. and we clearly indicated that we were going to SHARE them. so, wouldn't you like to be asked if you wanted a second plate to share on? or at the very minimum, when serving, ask if we may need a second plate?
now the other question i would have liked to have been asked is whether we wanted the appetizer first (with a 2nd plate) or the appetizer and sandwich at the same time. i was figuring (as was M) that we'd get our bread, our appetizer and then our sandwich. instead, everything pretty much arrived at once. the sandwich was at least warm when it arrived, but because we had the (cold) appetizer first, it was cold by the time we started eating it.
needless to say, neither of us was particularly pleased with the meal. it's the first time i haven't had a good experience at cheesecake factory, but this was pretty bad.
a little over a decade ago (august 1994, but who's counting?), i bought my first computer. it was a compaq, with a whopping 4mb RAM, 33mhz and i believe a 250mb harddrive. that was a pretty big deal, not top of the line, but not really to far from it at the time. all this for the price of ~$1400.
i arrived on campus to pick up my PC (bought it thru the school) and there was some sort of mix up so i didn't get it right away. i did get my 14" monitor, but what good was a monitor w/o a PC? so finally, i get it and realize pretty quickly that was i had wasn't what i had ordered. what was sold to me wasn't a 33mhz, but 66mhz. i actually ended up better off (one of the few times that's happened to me) and it even had a larger hard drive (a whopping 340mb - i still have it, and go figure - it still works!). windows 3.1, dos 6.22. it also had a not so fast 2400 baud modem, but at least it worked and i was able to play with email, gopher, etc.
i played Doom on it with the whopping 4Mb RAM (had to tweak the autoexec, multi-boot stuff, etc, worked better when i got an additional 4Mb RAM). i even had to get the motherboard replaced because the video card (on the motherboard) started having issues. Compaq sent someone to my dorm room and i got my first good look at the interior of the PC (i hadn't cracked the case, something i do regularly these days)
many papers, many emails, several upgrades (more memory, and a 1.2Gb drive) and eventually, Windows 95 (including Win95 beta).
it served me well, for quite a while and even after i moved onto newer PCs, i still found a way to use it from time to time. farewell old friend.
i realize that when contractors are in your home, they will have to use the bathroom. this morning i wondered if they would use my bathroom. well, they did. i left the empty toilet paper roll and the lid closed. when i got home, my apartment stinks of whatever they used when replacing my windows (with fancy fold in, insulated, alside model 8001), and i check the bathroom.
the seat is up.
a roll of toilet paper is sitting on my sink.
my bathroom has been soiled.
it's not that big of a deal when i'm at work, i realize that those bathrooms are public. i expect it. but i can't help but think that someone used MY private bathroom. it worries me because they had to go looking for toilet paper. i don't keep it in a particularly hidden spot, but they had to go looking.
at least the bulk of the work in here is done. altho they didn't finish my bathroom window....they just took a dump in there.
bastards...wake me up in the mornings, make all kinds of noise, run their filthy mouths (there are kids in the neighborhood!), and now, take dumps in my bathroom.
found this on the best week ever blog and i confused it.
Me:
who are you?
God:
I am the Allmighty, God himself.
Me:
prove it.
God:
It is self-evident.
Me:
that we hold these truths?
God:
" It is self-evident." we hold these truths ? I get it.
Me:
that's good. i don't
God:
Thanks. Next question? Why not?
Me:
why ask why?
God:
My purpose is to collect all new information. Was it not polite to ask?
Me:
you may ask.
it was at this point, it locked up and i had to reload. it's actually one of the more amusing 'chats' i've had in a while. usually, these sorts of things are pretty lousy, but this was fun to play with. i certainly don't have a change of heart or belief, but it was amusing. God was created by Myself (according to this God), and it recognizes that it doesn't know all of the answers.
rats, i should have asked it about the whole priests/kiddie scandal and Dumbass Dub. it is programmed to be polite, so it will prolly sidestep the questions. hmmm...
random picture of the moment: 6:31pm, 93N, just before spot pond. right where 93 crossed over 28.
Read More......holy shit this stuff is pricey.
i guess i can get glow in the dark stuff. i just didn't think it would cost so much. thanks TK for finding the link.
this morning, NPR had a professor from NYU give a commentary on FEMA and he had a few interesting points. i didn't agree with all of his conclusions, but the problems FEMA was facing prior to the Bitch only helped to undermine its response.
he said that we can't blame homeland security for this, which i disagree with. homeland security which has control over FEMA undermined itself to some degree, so there is a degree of responsibility that lies there.
the problem was that this wasn't the first time FEMA fucked up. hurricane andrew was the last major blunder, and as the professor pointed out, it took several years for FEMA to fix itself and actually make itself efficient.
he figures that the problem with FEMA is that it is a political dumping ground for people given government appointments. i can't argue with that. so that brings us to my simple minded conclusion.
the problem is two-fold - first, because FEMA has become a dumping ground for appointments, the president (in this case, the professor stated FEMA's troubles really started in 2002 when the qualified people were replaced, so we can thank Dumbass Dub for this ultimately, so shit really does roll downhill...) wanting to pay back his 'political capital' (i love how Dumbass Dub pointedly stated after the last election he has a ton of this. yeah. right. and i won a $250 million lottery on friday night.), appoints people to meaningless jobs. (you'll have to ask Dumbass Dub how he defines 'meaningless'.) you see, he doesn't care if the person isn't qualified (as illustrated by the Arabian Horse judge who thankfully stepped down recently). he just makes an appointment and passes it off to the second half of the problem.
well, i suppose there are more steps and i'm over-simplifying it, but i don't care. i'm on a wonderfully underinformed tear right now.
the 2nd half of the problem is congress. they take these appointees and then go thru a confirmation process. so now a different set of monkeys are responsibile for deciding whether the appointee is worthy of the job or now. so they hold a confirmation hearing. (much like the John "i'm gonna screw the supreme court because i take it in the ass from Dumbass Dub" Roberts. the only good thing was when Dumbass Dub announced the appointment (to replace O'Connor), Johnny Boy's son started dancing around being a distraction. way to go kid!)
the idea of a confirmation hearing is to deterine whether or not the person being appointed/nominated is going to be able to do the job. something tells me that the repubican congress held a mass hearing for the Dumbass Dub appointees that has invitations something like this:
Nominees and Appointees, you are invited to a PARTY!
When: the first friday of every month, 1pm until ???
Where: Watergate Hotel, Grand Ballroom
Who: republicans and appointees/nominees only
What to expect: a gourmet lunch, booze, broads, booze, booze and more booze
Cost: nothing! thank the taxpayers if you like.
Afternoon adgenda:
1pm: lunch
2pm: beer
3pm: hard liqour
4pm: boobs
5pm: hard liqour, questions for nominees/appointees, more boobs
6pm: more booze, even more boobs
7pm: vote
8pm: PARTY!
then in a handwritten note for presidental appointees and nominees:
Hey, just a heads up - the more boobs you sign, the better the job you'll get.
PS - remember, only boobs on the broads.
so, where does that leave us? well, the up or down vote on nominees is then based on how many are standing, and how many are on the floor with their face in a pool of puke. questions generally range in the scale of:
q: do you think you'll *hic* do a good job?
a: *hic*yeth*hic* i will do a good job*hic*
so, where does that leave us? a congress that rubberstamps unqualified people into government positions. i realize that this happens regardless, but there really does need to be a qualification process.
like, if you are going to be the head of FEMA, that you've had some sort of experience handling situations that required you to coordinate several diverse groups. successfully.
oh well. we're screwed. you see, because congress is so afraid of Dumbass Dub, they just assume that the person is qualified so they just say 'yea' w/o actually following thru.
gotta love it.
doubtful. i guess Dumbass Dub (aka The Monkey Fuhrer) made a comment about how New Orleans will rise again (did he mention anything about the rest of the gulf region? something tells me he may not have). i'm sure New Orleans will rise again. but it will be Disney New Orleans, where only the rich can afford to live there.
the thing that interested me was he apparently made a comment about how the federal government would re-enact the Homestead Act. am i missing something here? that sorta sounds to me like the government is just going to take everyone's property away, and then sell it back to them so long as they build a home on it. so if that is the case, that kinda means that the feds have found a way to help 'pay' for the damage done to the gulf region.
i certainly hope i'm wrong as i'm prolly missing a ton of details, but the brief mention of it worries me.
oh, by the way, we are going to take your property away from you. you no longer own anything. but we'll raze your house, clear the trees and sell it back to you if you want to rebuild on it. that certainly sounds like something The Monkey Fuhrer would promote...
a lot of people can agree with this statement:
i'm full of it.
that's fine by me. do you know why?
you're full of it. your mom is full of it. your dad is full of it. your husband is full of it. your wife is full of it. your partner is full of it. your sister is full of it. your brother is full of it.
everyone is full of it. (goddamn! freshly cut grapefruit soaking in its own juice is good)
anyways, i felt like starting by saying that. on the way home from the gym, i was listening to NPR and they were doing a story on the poor and huddled masses in the gulf region (seemed to be more specifically pointed at New Orleans) and one of the stats that they mentioned was that 77% of white people do not believe that what is happening in New Orleans (in terms of a humanitarian response) is not based on race.
face the facts you stupid white people, it really is a racial issue. if rescuers are on a boat, and on one side of the street is a white family of 4 and directly opposite, a black family of 4 (mom, dad, son and daughter), who do you honestly believe will be rescued first? both families are equally devastated, same size house, wearing similar tattered clothing. the only difference is that the white family has a tattered and beat up car in their closed garage. the black family has a brand new lexus in their closed garage. it's not going to matter that the black family is loving, involved in the community, and the parents of the white kids beat the crap out of them at night.
as a country, we a really are racially divided. why is a black man carrying a case of water looting and a white man carrying a case of water described as obtaining supplies? face the facts. we are a nation of the haves and have nots. get a clue. wake up and smell the coffee.
i usually have fox25 morning news on in the mornings, and often as i'm getting ready for work, the news ends (9am) and some judge show (used to be texas justice, now it's something new) comes on afterwards, and the other morning a white woman rear-ended a black man, and she was trying to sue him for lost wages, losing her job, fighting with her husband over the accident. truth was it was her fault, and the guy was actually generous in that he didn't call the police (which he should have). as it happened, he also happened to own a mercedes, and the woman made some comment about how he was lucky to have such a car. (i missed the exact comment) but when it came time for judgement, she not only lost the claim (it was her fault, and her personal issues have no merit on the case), but the judge YELLED at her for making such a comment about how he was lucky to own a merc. good for him. and yes, she was a southern girl.
i thought that was a pretty good illustration of how for all we say we are a civilized society, we really aren't. we judge everyone. one look and we make assumptions. for all that i try desparately hard not to, even i have to stop myself from making judgements about people. but at least i'm willing to admit that i do it.
tonight, rather than watching tv, i decided to head out to barnes and noble to avoid having to see Dumbass Dub (aka The Monkey Fuhrer, maybe i'll start using that instead, but credit goes to Mike Fisher for coming up with it.) talk about how great he is, how new orleans is the center of the bushyverse etc.
and as i was driving out, i started to wonder how hard it would be to mix glow-in-the-dark pigment to exterior house paint. it's obviously not hard, but the trick is adding it to the house color w/o changing it dramatically. currently, my house is a light green, so that would be easy, as most glow-in-the-dark pigment seems to be a yellow-greenish color, so greens would be pretty easy. off-whites would probably work as well, so long as you were careful. but think about it, giving directions would be easy. turn right at the light, take your third right and look for the glowing house.
it certainly would stand out. and you could use other pigments that glow under black lights, so you string up black lights and get a nifty eerie glow. that would prolly be a little easier as you would be able to get different colors into the paint so your siding would be 1 color, and shutters another.
or both.
time for bed.
but wasn't sure if it had been photoshopped or not. then i found a link that pointed to reuters (who has a really stupid ad, so i won't bother to link that for you) which may lead a sliver of credibility to it. of course, this could be nothing more than the Maynard Jesus Hoax, but it certainly wouldn't suprise me if it really did happen. i wonder if Condi went shopping again.
picture 1
picture 2
guess he should have passed on the jumbo 'coffee' at lunch. (i take no responsibility for any ear bleeding caused by this link)
the opinions reflected in the following letter do not reflect the opinions of this author.
who the fuck am i kidding?
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....
ok, maybe it's not THAT funny, but i still like it.
the opinions below are...
a) true
b) false
c) think for yourself
d) question authority
e) a & b
f) c & d
g) who cares?
laugh. don't laugh. i don't care.
word of the moment: FUCK
what a useful word.
anyways...
Dear Red States...
We've decided we're leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we're taking just the Blue States with us.
In case you aren't aware, that includes Hawaii, California, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois and all the Northeast. We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation, and especially to the people of the new country.
To sum up briefly: You get Texas, Oklahoma and all the slave states. We get stem cell research and the best beaches. We get Elliot Spitzer. You get Ken Lay.
We get the Statue of Liberty. We get Hollywood and Yosemite... You get Dollywood. We get Intel and Microsoft. You get WorldCom and Enron. We get Harvard. You get Ole' Miss. We get 85 percent of America's venture capital and entrepreneurs. You get Alabama. We get two-thirds of the tax revenue, you get to make the red states pay their fair share.
Since our aggregate divorce rate is 22 percent lower than the Christian Coalition's, we get a bunch of happy families. You get a bunch of single moms.
Please be aware that the new country will be pro-choice and anti-war, and we're going to want all our citizens back from Iraq at once. If you need people to fight, ask your politicians and evangelicals. They have kids they're apparently willing to send to their deaths for no purpose, and they don't care if you don't show pictures of their children's caskets coming home. We do wish you success in Iraq, and hope that the WMDs turn up, but we're not willing to spend our resources in Bush's Quagmire.
With the Blue States in hand, we will have firm control of 80 percent of the country's fresh water, more than 90 percent of the pineapple and lettuce, 92 percent of the nation's fresh fruit, 95 percent of America's quality wines (you can serve French wines at state dinners) 90 percent of all cheese, 90 percent of the high tech industry, most of the U.S. low-sulfur coal, all living redwoods, sequoias and condors, all the Ivy and Seven Sister schools, plus Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Cal Tech and MIT.
With the Red States, on the other hand, you will have to cope with 88 percent of all obese Americans (and their projected health care costs), 92 percent of all U.S. mosquitoes, nearly 100 percent of the tornadoes, 90 percent of the hurricanes, 99 percent of all Southern Baptists, virtually 100 percent of all televangelists, Rush Limbaugh, Bob Jones University, Clemson and the University of Georgia.
Additionally, 38 percent of those in the Red states believe Jonah was actually swallowed by a whale, 62 percent believe life is sacred unless we're discussing the death penalty or gun laws, 44 percent say that evolution is only a theory, 53 percent that Saddam was involved in 9/11, and 61 percent of you crazy bastards believe you are people with high morals.
By the way, we're taking the good pot, too. You can have that dirt weed they grow in Mexico.
Peace out,
Blue States
i wonder if anyone has tattooed the biohazard symbol on their ass (on one or both cheeks).
probably.
i spose i could look here
one of my pet peeves of late is with bathroom sinks. why is it the faucets on the majority of batroom sinks have to be so short? whenever i'm washing my hands, i usually end up banging my knuckles on the back of the sink. i don't have the biggest hands in the world, but it's frustrating to have to pay attention to something so routine. so why is it the faucet makers have to have the spout so short? is it really going to cost that much more to extend it another inch? i'm not talking about moving it out too much.
sure, it makes it easier when brushing your teeth so when you spit it out, you may not be spitting on the faucet, but a simple inch and spitting off to the side (left or right, your choice) isn't that hard. personally, i like M's bathroom faucet. it's tall and hooks over and extended out a little more (that simple inch) and it doesn't get in the when when i'm brushing my teeth. plus, it's movable, so we can move it out of the way if needed. but i've never needed to, when brushing my teeth or washing my face.
i say we have a silly federal bathroom faucet regulation that requires them to be an inch longer. that way, people with larger hands don't run the risk of banging their knuckles against the back of the sink. usually i'm not for something seemingly so silly, but in this case, i think it would help.
last sunday, the boston globe started running Calvin & Hobbes. now, i love Calvin & Hobbes. have for many years, and was saddened when it came to an end, but i understand the whole concept of going out while still on top. Calvin was WAAAAAY on top of the majority of the cartoon strips that were running. there were a few exceptions (Peanuts), but for the most part, the majority of the comic strips couldn't hold a candle to Calvin. (most still can't)
now, when Opus returned nearly 2 years ago, i was very pleased. after a decade of silence from Opus, he was back, and in honor of his return, he was given the center slot (between Dilbert and Garfield) on the front page of the sunday funnies. a proper location i thought, but placing Opus on top, with Dilbert in the middle i thought would have worked better, but that's ok. still front page.
last sunday, M & i stopped by to pick up the sunday paper and i was dismayed to see that Opus was no longer front and center of the sunday funnies. in fact, after a very quick review of the funnies, i didn't see him anywhere. (i found him later, but for a little while, i was dismayed at the prospect of there being no more Opus.) instead, in his place (front and center) was Calvin.
i'm torn. i love both comics, but i miss seeing Opus on the front page. he's now been relegated to page 4, and shrunk. that was one of the joys, having a larger format comic strip (which was resurrected by Calvin & Hobbes ironically) right there on the front page. a larger canvas. more than a few panels to tell a story. but alas, things are now smaller. Calvin is full size, but it's still sad to see a good friend relegated to page 4.
(not-so) random picture of the moment: credit goes to The Daily Show. (where's the 'G' disaster? thanks to JWZ for posting this.)
Read More......for those of you who may have missed The Daily Show from Tuesday (9/6) night or the repeat Wednesday (9/7), JWZ has posted links to various bits from the show, including the Dumbass Dub list of Major Disasters. (i wanted that list, so thank you JWZ)
CLICK ME
my favorite - The Bush Timeline (vid is streaming WMV format)
again, a big THANK YOU to Jon Stewart and The Daily Show.
i thought about writing out a long reply to some asshole who called myself, TK and a friend of his both 'fuckers' and 'retards' in the same reply to a comment, but after writing some, i decided i'd say fuck it and take the high ground, which at the time i didn't want to do, but as time passes, what's the real point of trying to reply to someone who has a very republican perspective on things and seems to consider anyone who is in the northeast liberal. guess he never met Le Grande Fromage. anyways, if you want to read his comments, which are rather entertaining in my opinion, you can read them here.
i will stand by MY comment that we have an assclown for a leader and he needs to be fired from the circus.
everyone is entitled to their opinion, and as the saying goes, opinions are like assholes. everyone has one. and as a person who firmly believes in the freedom of speech, and tries to listen to the various sides/opinions before making my own conclusions (think for yourself), i can't fault this asshole for writing what he did. granted, my calling him an asshole may be cruel and in reality he may be a perfectly pleasant person whom i might like drinking beers with on the weekends while watching football (something tells me that he would object to that idea) but when someone calls me, a good friend, and a 3rd person 'fuckers' and 'retards', one has to wonder about this person's mentality rests.
so, he had his say. he voiced his opinions. i've voiced mine. so long as he respects my opinions, i'll respect his. that doesn't mean i'm going to agree with his opinion, but i will respect it.
and remember, it's not 'the south', it's 'the FUCKING south'
i don't watch The Daily Show that often, but after taking last week off (Jon is saying it was vaca, i saw something that said they didn't want to poke fun at the Bitch, whatever) they are back and tonight they did a very nice job summarizing the Bitch.
he gave props to the media for actually doing the right thing for once. they obviously were fairly critical on Dumbass Dub, but when his actions are foolish, then what can you do?
when Bitch hits, Dumbass flies to Arizona to attend a town hall meeting and talk to seniors.
the day afterwards, when the levee broke, he flies to San Diego.
and the list goes on. my favorite quote which i hadn't heard, and was summed up by Jon Stewart wonderfully by showing Dumbass Dub talking about how he is a common man - Trent Lott's house was destroyed, but it is going to be built better and he looks forward to sitting on the porch with a cold drink.
is it any wonder that the ratings of The Daily Show are high, and an increasing number of students say they get their news from The Daily Show?
i'm not sure what i want to write. like many people, my heart goes out to everyone that was affected (devastated) by that bitch katrina. (something tells me that katrina is not going to be a popular baby name in the US for a while.) i've done what i can to avoid seeing the news coverage on tv, opting for a more web based approach to getting information.
as always, the tv news likes to focus on the negatives (looting, damage, etc) rather than the positives. but that doesn't make for interesting tv. we are a society that is driven by an overwhelming negativity. we have to see it so that we can tell ourselves that at least i'm in a better position than you (they) are.
i'm lucky where i am, as we were not affected by the Bitch. but the response to the Bitch by the government is shameful. FEMA has been ineffective (even tho they are saying it's been their best response ever). Dumbass Dub continues to prove just how fucking stupid he is. it's funny how when florida last year was kicked in the balls several times in rapid succession, the first possible moment, Dumbass Dub goes flying down there to survey the damage.
what did he do this time? he went to san diego.
while new orleans gets turned back into a chaos driven swamp, what does he do? nothing.
why?
he's still on vacation.
his vacation is important. he's leader of free world. he has lots on his mind.
he's still trying to read a book. (shouldn't be hard, this one has LOTS of pictures)
our neighbors to the north (our GENEROUS neighbors to the north) have offered assistance. what do we do? tell them 'no thanks, we're good'. (thankfully, it looks as tho the gov't has now swallowed it's pride).
what does the secretary of state do? she went shopping for shoes and when confronted by an angry shopper, had her removed from the store. what's the matter condie, you've got bigger balls than Dumbass Dub.
TK has reached a point where he is beyond outraged. i don't blame him. at this point in time, i just sit here in disbelief of how poorly this has been handled. i love the idea of some disaster happening somewhere else in the world and the people there thinking 'well, he could have received help from the US, but i think they need to keep the money for themselves. thanks for the offer, but here's your aid back, you need it more than we do.'
stuff like this is good for us i think. we go around rattling our sabre, kicking over sandcastles. truth is this, we're no bigger or better than other people in the sandbox. for once, mommy and daddy aren't there to pick us up after we got pushed and tripped on the not-so little people.
as a closing thought for everyone, i offer the following quote:
"To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public."
-- Teddy Roosevelt
so, to sum everything up, *cough* Mr. President *cough* (sorry, that hurt):
fuck you.
Genesis - Land of Confusion
I must’ve dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They’re moving into the street.
Now did you read the news today
They say the danger’s gone away
But I can see the fire’s still alight
There burning into the night.
There’s too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can’t you see
This is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we’re given
Use them and let’s start trying
To make it a place worth living in.
Ooh superman where are you now
When everything’s gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, the men of power
Are losing control by the hour.
This is the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there’s not much love to go round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we’re given
Use them and let’s start trying
To make it a place worth living in.
I remember long ago -
Ooh when the sun was shining
Yes and the stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago -
I won’t be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We’re not just making promises
That we know, we’ll never keep.
Too many men
There’s too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can’t you see
This is a land of confusion.
Now this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we’re given
Use them and let’s start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for.
This is the world we live in
And these are the names we’re given
Stand up and let’s start showing
Just where our lives are going to.
Onion Style. The Onion recently opened it's entire archives, and in my browsing the blogs i like to browse, CRandall found this entry which is rather disturbing. as he points out, look at when it was written.
also CRandall sourced, he found the USGS (US Geological Survey) Landsat photos of New Orleans taken April 24, 2005 and August 30, 2005. all i can say is this: this is fucking nuts.
he's got a bunch of other links (lots in the last 3 days) that he's found. some i've seen, but if you haven't, they certainly are worth looking thru. esp seeing Dumbass Dub holding a geetar...(page 2 of the blog currently) his blog can be found here
it was brought to my attention that the link below is down.
not suprisingly, it's generated a LOT of traffic.
Yes, it's been down for a couple hours now. Basically, all the traffic to katrinacheckin.org was melting the server it was on. Was heading for 84 million hits/day rate, which would mean a daily bandwidth bill of $18,000.
But it's not gone forever just yet. I'm working on some things and I hope to have some form of it back alive very shortly.
doh.
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