Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Your Opinion Has Been Noted, As Has Our Revocation of Your Right to Further Express Opinions

But Dune was quite good

Andrew McKie 09 Oct 2007 16:49

while Lord of the Rings was crap. It's true the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen was total pants, but there was something to be said for V for Vendetta. And Sin City, though not my cup of tea, was very faithful.
Most of the Batman, Spiderman and Superman films were pretty useless, but then so were mnost of the comics. I shall be interested to see what they do to Neil Gaiman on the big screen. It doesn't look good, from the trailers.
The real miracle of adaptation from sf or comics was A Scanner Darkly. Exactly right.


I hated V for Vendetta. The movie was ponderous, lame and repetitive. The graphic novel was much better but the political philosophy was rather weak, despite the extremely interesting plot. Despite this, anyone who claims that the Dune movie was a better adaptation of a book than the Lord of the Rings movies should shut the hell up. Lord of the Rings had some glaring changes and omissions and I did not agree with all of them, or even some of them, but other than the fairly minor changes that did not affect large chunks of the basic plot of the books, it was a good adaptation of a book given the limitations of the medium of film. Dune, however, was an adaptation so far removed from the origin that you would have to classify it a new species. Sure, it had Fremen, big ass worms, a guy named Paul and some freaky blue eyed women, but much of the basic plot had been thoroughly altered to suit the studio's whims. Directed by Alan Smithee AKA David Lynch, even the four hour extended version with the goofy cartoon segment at the beginning couldn't save the mess of Dune. When I saw Heretics of Dune on a bookshelf, I thought it was about the making of this movie. I still liked it as a Saturday afternoon scifi movie, but it was far from a faithful recreation of the book. The Scifi Channel miniseries comes much closer.

In conclusion, you're wrong.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Friday, October 05, 2007

Manny State?

So, it is now illegal to sell sex toys in Alabama. Sex toys don't appeal to me but that doesn't mean that I think that people shouldn't be able to buy one. Furthermore, this is the kind of bullshit that is poisoning American political discourse. Some jackass decides that they should keep strip clubs away from areas that children frequent1 to protect children from the harmful influence. Anyone that speaks out against this is going to be savaged in the press as being pro-pedophilia or something similar, as opposed to being called pro-business and small government.

I can almost see the reasoning for this law except that this is clearly government attempting to do my job as a parent. They toss in porn stores with the bill. Most people can agree that you want to keep kids out of porn stores and sex shops. Was this a problem before the law? Were strippers hanging out near elementary schools offering lapdances for milk money? Were porn stores using cartoon characters to advertise their new selection of Drag-On-Balls Dildos? Were 9 year olds playing with mommy's neck massager? I can envision some parent saying, "Well, I sleep a lot easier knowing that my children's only access to pornography is the family computer and the bottom of my sock drawer." Heaven forbid if they had some sort of mechanical assistance.2

If I get lucky enough to have kids, I have to teach them about stuff. Stuff like hiking, camping, brushing their teeth, morals, ethics, behavior and, shockingly enough, interactions with other human beings that may include sex. That is part of your job as a parent. The idea in this law that porn stores and sex shops are somehow instantly corrupting and corrosive to communities is bullshit. If you don't want to talk to your kids about sex, that is your prerogative. Don't come crying to me when your daughter has an ectopic pregnancy or your son has some STI or STD because you never told them to use condoms and use them correctly.3

More resources:
Michael Dorf at FindLaw from 2004
February 14, 2007 Ruling against the plaintiffs (PDF!)
July 28, 2004 Dissent or something, I'm not a lawyer. (PDF!)
Infamous Ann Bartow wrote a post about the February judgement or decision.
And again last Wednesday.

1 Like children hang out at truck stops. Whatever, for the sake of argument, I am going to allow the basis of this part of the law as a given, even if it is really flimsy.
2 I wonder what the people that wrote this bill would do if they caught their daughter stroking a hairbrush handle or caught their son pegging himself with a carrot?
3 I won't even begin to start on the HPV shot bullshit. That is just outrageous.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Dear Comedy Central

To whom it may concern:

I love The Daily Show. I like the Colbert Report. I watch South Park. I watch Reno 911 sometimes and I loved the movie. I've even been known to watch parts of an episode of Drawn Together. Sometimes, I can't watch the shows I like, nor make it to the endless reruns of the episodes I miss. If I have time during the day, I'll watch them online.

I can understand why you swiftly and efficiently remove your videos from YouTube, even the one about Dimitri Martin talking about videos being removed from YouTube. I can even sympathize with your desire to earn some revenue by hosting ads before the clips you have on your lovely website. Could you do me just one favor, please? Could you try to ensure that the requested video actually plays instead of just skipping to the next ad? I marvel at your ability to make me think for a second that maybe I clicked the wrong link, when instead I am just being screwed by your assheaded attempts to wring Jon Stewart for every drop of gold in his humor. He's a funny man and his fans are legion. Perhaps you could throw us a fucking bone maybe? I mean, I wouldn't want to put you out of sorts with our corporate overlords and all, but I don't think they would object if you actually played the requested video, cobagz.

Let me explain how this works. I click the link, the ad loads, plays and then the clip loads, plays and I move on happy and thankful that I can see a show I missed. This shouldn't be too hard to figure out, since there are literally hundreds, perhaps thousands, of non-porn sites that have figured this arcane trick out. Most of those websites probably don't have even a tenth of the starpower of the Daily Show.

In closing, why must you be so fucking inept?

UPDATE: As of 10:30 am Friday, they seem to have fixed it. Sort of. The commercial played 6 damn times before finally getting to the load screen of the clip I wanted to watch. Unsurprisingly, the clip is loading slower than molasses in winter, but we have progress. I was about to send this post to Comedy Central but wanted to be fair and see if their shitty site would work somewhat properly today. Their advertising is wasted on me as I use a different cellular provider.

It is the only one that receives signal in the Metro tunnels. From what I have heard, all providers were supposed to have roaming service on the Metro lines but this particular carrier built the network and then told the DC government and the Metro board to suck it. Since the DC government is rather similar to an aging hooker, they were unable to bite back. That cellular carrier remains the sole provider in the Metro and others can not even make roaming calls. This story has never been confirmed so take it with a pile of salt.

This Show Looks Awesome But...

Playing tomorrow night at the 930 Club:

Gypsy Eyes Records, ESL Music, The Federal Reserve, Proper Topper and the DC Public Library Foundation Present A Fund Raiser for the DC Public Library System
Featuring performances by Federico Aubele (live) · Child Ballads · Revival · Vandaveer · John Bustine · Rose · Kitty Hawk · These United States · DJs Yellow Fever · ESL Music DJ's Will Griffin & Stone

I lost my fucking check card last night. Somewhere between paying at Safeway for some cleaning supplies and walking across the street to my apartment, I managed to lose the damn thing. It was cracked almost in half and going to expire in 8 months anyway, but fcuk me, how stupid am I? I discovered the loss this morning and went to my local branch and reported it lost. A new one is being overnighted to me, but how fucking dumb am I? I bet it didn't make it all the way back into my wallet after I paid last night. It could have been in my hand when I was walking across the street. The result is the same, I am not going to be able to get my ticket for the show today and may just lose out on going altogether.

Since we are discussing the 930 Club, I would like to take this time to tell them to FUCK OFF for using tickets.com. Tickets.com was going to charge me a total of $8.75 for a $20 ticket. Fuck that shit. The Black Cat uses fucking Ticketmaster but also let's you buy tickets for shows from the box office with no "service fee" or "convenience fee" or other such bullshit. Do us a favor and drop tickets.com, cobagz.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

The Last Few Seconds of This Clip

Sum up my feelings about the world, VERY VERY NSFW:



Rent it and watch the whole thing. It is more full of win than a ten-toon Molten Core run.

Monday, October 01, 2007

Weekend Winding Wound Withy Wowza Woolamaru: Thao Nguyen, These United States and Le Loup

I am still feeling the half shot of faQuil I took last night, so life is a little bit more surreal than normal today. Kinda makes Dali look like Hoover but whatever, I find it is best to avoid eye contact with the iguanadons. They'll just send their iguanagumbas after you if you piss them off. The weird thing about iguanagumbas? They only break your thumbs.1

I have been to some mighty2 awesome music shows in the last week but no one seems to care. Check out the fucking posts, cobagz. Of course, today I will get a note from Esteemed High Warlord of the Webbernaughts, dontEATnachos, that our page views at WellRoundedNerds only spike when we discuss Bioshock, computer hardware trouble3, and Where has all the fulsome gone? I have an idea where all the fulsome is. I bet it is hidden in exquisitely hand crafted cabinets.

The upside of this downside is yet to be determined. But since I just remembered where I was going with the previous paragraph, I am going to switch back to that topic. I saw some amazing music on Saturday. I can list the bands here, but I would prefer to review them when I am less inclined to compare them to people in my philosophy classes in college, despite how apt it would be for one of the bands. Maybe I will do it anyway, just for comedy's sake without it being at their expense. It would help if my computer weren't acting like it had just downed half a bottle of faQuil.5

So, the bands. Right. Thao Nguyen and the Get Down Stay Down sounded like a much more interesting Ani Difranco. These United States were like the cool dude in Philosophy who could actually pull ladies with his existentialism, while I just failed miserably at the same task. Le Loup was fun and I accidentally insulted one of the three guitarists when she asked if I was here to see them and I said, "No, a friend in San Francisco said I had to go see These United States. Who is Le Loup?" I made it up to her by buying two copies of the CD they were pimping. I also bought two copies of the other two CDs because I like music and I hate saving for the rainy days that seem to happen every fucking month.

Look for a more coherent review on Tuesday.

1 Paleontology joke! EAT IT XKCD! Still love your t-shirts.
2 If you knew how long it took me to spell mighty, you would tell me to go home like my boss just did.
3 Hot, sexy hardware trouble. I'm gonna dual boot your RAM, baby.4
4 The above sentence does not even make sense to the most unlaid computer engineer *COUGH* RES PUBLICA *COUGH*.
5 I hate it when it says, "Word is now recovering your documents" in reference to the document that I spent all last week editing.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

First Baghdad, Next Your SUVs

Did Secretary Rice just declare war on our aging, coal-fired powerplants? Are we going to be launching cruise missiles at SUVs and the factories that produce them? Are we going to send SWAT teams out to the homes of the CEO of the most polluting corporations and arrest them and all their lieutenants? How many second-in-commands are there at BP? Can the board of Dupont now be declared enemy combatants?

Global warming and global pollution is a disaster that we have created. We have to admit that it is our fault and take immediate steps to fix the problem. We can not let corporations pollute anymore than we can allow people to litter.

When I go hiking, I bring extra trash bags so I can pick up the shit that assholes and cobagz leave behind. That shit pisses me off like few other things do. There are trash cans on almost every block of my neighborhood but people still drop shit on the ground all over the place. It is fucking disgusting but these rich cobagz do it all the time. Too many housekeepers in my neighborhood, these chundernuggets think that someone will always be there to clean up after them. I'll do it, but not for you jackasses. I am doing it for me.

One More Item on the List of Stuff Ruined by the Bush Administration

In addition to AG's birthday, we have item #67104 on the list:

Proposing at dawn in the mountains. What a fucking cobag. Jenna, sweetie, you know he's only dating you so he can try to be an even worse president than your dear old daddykins, right?

In all fairness, how much would it suck to be her? If you are the spawn of the most widely reviled president in American history, dinner conversation has got to be tough if you have any shred of a conscience or soul:
"Soooo, Dad, what did you do at work today?"
"I think Rove, Dick and I figured out a way to grab people off the streets. We'll just call them enemy non-combatants for badmouthing Daddy's decisions."
"Don't you think that is a little unethical or, I dunno, unconstitutional?"
"Not if you want me to sign your permission slips anymore."
"Oh, right."

GMail's RSS feeds are a little off

Obviously crime pays, or there'd be no crime.
G. Gordon Liddy

The press is like the peculiar uncle you keep in the attic - just one of those unfortunate things.
G. Gordon Liddy

Why is it there are so many more horses' asses than there are horses?
G. Gordon Liddy

I just have two questions for you, Google. What in the name of Nixon makes you think I would appreciate these quotes from Liddy? The second question is, how can I turn off your stupid GMail RSS feed?

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Huh?

From a flyer that showed up in my office, advertising some conference:

"we’ll explore the unique emotional development of boys and men, the different ways men and women respond to psychotherapy, and the special psychological challenges men face, including their preoccupation with money, power, and competition, as well as their use of work, anger, isolation, substance abuse, and sexuality to mask troubling symptoms like depression."

Yeah, I don't have a clue what working excessively long hours has to do with depression. I might have time to think about this if I wasn't so damned busy all the time. Believe me, I am not working all these extra hours because I am hiding, I am working all these extra hours because of deadlines. If I don't work like mad, how likely am I to get a decent raise this year? How likely am I to remain employed if I miss deadlines, despite the fact that a 3 day project was dropped in my lap with a 2 day deadline?

Besides, the only thing waiting for me at home is laundry and mess of an apartment. And the World of Warcraft. And a big goddam spider. Ok, so now I'm a little depressed.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

I'm Giving Up

If I am going to watch this democracy slide into fascism, then I am going to be as informed as I can about it. I will have to sacrifice many hours of leveling my World of Warcraft characters and most of my hair to stress, but I am no longer going to wait for bloggy friends to link the best stories. I am going to read it all, the Howler, Firedoglake, Kos(or whatever), you name it, I'm going there.

I will have to start meditating again to avoid going completely crazy. I will have to work out more to avoid letting my sadness and anger at the Democratic Party's continued compliance ruin my body. I will likely combust sometime around Thanksgiving and be healed by the 24 pound organic, free-range turkey I ordered for the event. If my family is lucky, I'll even cook it. If I am lucky, I will die in a turkey frying incident and not be forced to watch a country I love devolve into a bad science fiction movie state.

The Thing About Ebola

Shorter Genius: I am no epidemiology expert but I have read a book on the subject and Ebola is fucking terrifying. It burns pretty fast and is not airborne and thus unlikely to be a world killer but it could definitely devastate a city.

In other aspects of this story, can the Congo catch a fucking break? The Four Horsemen fucking love Africa. It would be nice if the international community could make those bastards take a long break.

Indeed

HAHA

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Holy Shit You Are fucking Kidding Me

Dragons of Autumn Twilight the Movie?

Well, good for Margaret Weiss and Tracy Hickman whom I have met once in college and expressed my teenage sadness at the death of Flint and all but..seriously? I am going to side with the "I hope it succeeds beyond their dreams" people. Good luck.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Totally Tarantula Tuesday: Who Needs Meth?

I'm all three forms of gamer: RPGer, wargamer, videogamer and a GM! Woooo! All those others weirdos are just odd.

When we play Battlelords of the 23rd Century, I am the sniper and also the rules lawyer. When we have rules questions and they benefit the players in such a way as to fuck the situation, I then "remember" one that benefits the GM next. I keep saying that we wouldn't have these problems if the GM would just read the effing books. dandrobium may not like that much but fuck it, I have helped rebuild so much shit in his house1, I deserve some damn breaks in game. Shit, man, if he had thought about it a little harder we would have installed a whole new shower in the basement, one of those fiberglass one that come in pieces and then he would have had to replaster the fucking thing but just because I have never apprenticed myself to a fecking plumber or carpenter, I can't be trusted. Shiiiit, our dad rebuilt our house in Chevy Chase and I paid better subconscious attention to that than I did the fucking Thundercats.2 How else would you explain how I know how to fix plumbing problems? From my time at the gutter company? Probably. I learned a lot about water in that shitty job. Every damn time I talk about his homeowner projects and offer advice, unsolicited to be true, I have been confirmed by every source he can find. Does this make him trust me on anything? Fuck no! It has made him trust me less, like I am some sort of idiot savant about home improvement. This is the only thing his wife will trust me with, aside from their son, which is saying something because I don't think she would trust me with 20 bucks otherwise. You want to know where this shit really comes from? Gene Fucking Hackman.3 His real name, look it up. I just imagine a man with more training and experience and ask myself how he would handle this problem. I can fix anything. Except electricity, I don't fuck with that shit. Fucking shit'll kill you deader than you can say Russell Crowe sucked ass in Gladiator.4 I think I drank too much coffee today and I am supposed to meet some pretty ladies tonight. I should film that cuz it's gonna be funnier than that video of the donkey violating some dude in a field. Which was DAMN funny. I do believe that I will be doing my impression of the Human Torch by evening's end. I am not sure what I mean by that.

1 I have more fun working on his house than I do in the World of Warcraft. I wouldn't say yes to everything if it weren't. That being said, I am still ashamed that I passed out on the floor asleep while everyone else kept on painting.
2 I had Mum-Ra and the frog dude and my younger brother had Jackal-Guy or whatever. I always thought my parents hated me because they got me the fucking FROG dude. How lame was that character concept?
3 Hackman will fucking kill you if you don't get the blocking right this time.
4 Russell Crowe is the fucking Dyson of actors. He never loses suction no matter the plot!

Thursday, September 20, 2007

People still care about the Da Vinci Code?

New book: Shredding The Da Vinci Code And Vindicating The Deity of Christ

Newport Beach, CA, Sept. 20, 2007 - Shredding The Da Vinci Code And Vindicating The Deity Of Christ by Francis De Souza, not only exposes Dan Brown's chicanery, but-as the title suggests, vindicates the deity of Christ in a manner that is compelling and uniquely different.


Newsflash, jackass: The Da Vinci Code was a work of FICTION. Fucking hell, all you dumb morons who insist on writing book after book about how the Da Vinci Code isn't true are the most gullible bunch of rubes I have never met. I am sick and tired of getting these stupid damn announcements in my work inbox. Nobody cares, cobag! It was a terrible book and an even worse movie, but only because the story was so damn boring and all the actors were asleep at the wheel. I would love to see a book blasting the Da Vinci Code for it's shitty prose and recycled plot twists, but NOOOO, all anyone cares about is the fact that A WORK OF FICTION claims that Jesus got busy with Mary Magdalene.

Why the hell aren't these same people writing endless essays about Philip K. Dick being wrong because there aren't any aliens in the Bible? Why aren't they publicizing books about Jack McDevitt's Academy novels? What the fuck is wrong with you idiots that this is what you dwell on years after the fad passed? There are actual fucking problems in the world that need urgent solutions, you fucking nitwits.

DA VINCI CODE WAS A NOVEL, NOT A NEW TESTAMENT. GET OVER IT.

Other Types of Oh Shit Moments

Realizing that the dog running towards you is not happy.

Realizing that the bathroom you just walked into is actually an illegal pharmacist's office.

Realizing that you just approved a print job for 20 million copies, not 20 thousand copies.

Realizing that the airplanes that you can hear flying over head are in fact fighter jets and not jumbo jets and that they are flying low enough to give you a fucking haircut.

What the fuck is going on? What jackass gave permission to fly that low over a goddam city? Those things are damn loud and I missed the coolest part of (some totally rad song)! Now I have to restart the song.

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT

XKCD warned us but I never knew how true a danger they are!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Talk Like a Pirate Day AKA Kill Like a Ninja Day

Hey Pirates! You better be watching over your shoulder today because all this piratical nonsense is likely to make the ninjas hiding among us totally flip out and kill someone.

In other news, this story would totally be killing me right now if my college hadn't done the same thing when I was a Junior/Senior. I had two/three shitty years of sleeping on a stained and beaten old mattress in college, not even counting the spinal travesties that were my high school beds, and these punks don't know how good it is to have a double mattress. Getting it on was hard enough with my awkward social habits and fumbling looks but those mattresses were like your best cockblocking friend. If you tried to shift position, you were likely to have a spring burst through the top and stab you in the kidney. That is one tetanus shot that is awful hard to explain to your parents. Fucking kids have it easy these days.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Try, Try Again

Well, this just sucks. I really like the idea of calling the new stadium Taxation Without Representation Field. I would consider going to a Nationals1 game if they did that. I would ultimately reject any offered tickets to any game at that stadium, except offers that came with unrestricted access to multiple Senators and the PA system.

Maybe I should go forward with my idea to get the DC Flag tattooed2 on my shoulder or just the phrase "3 Stars, 2 Bars, 0 Votes." What do you think?

1 The irony of naming it Taxation Without Representation Field would likely not be lost on the business owners who were taxed specifically to pay for the stadium.
2 Oooo, original! I am such a lame cobag.

Phone Pictures of ANSWER Coalition's Peace March Last Saturday

mdhatter and I marched for peace on Saturday, September 15th. We yelled, we chanted, we waved our signs. We even participated in a die-in. We spotted some yellow elephants and shouted at them to enlist. One guy in the march asked me, "Hey, you're a big guy, why don't you go shut those fuckers up?" To which I responded, "Peace on all fronts, buddy." The 60-ish woman next to us said, "Right on, young man." It was a pretty cool event, even if Bush doesn't give a shit about our opinions or demands.

Here are some pictures of the yellow elephants in action:




And here we see a bus all decked out for protests:


Here is a night picture of the Washington Monument, a monument dedicated to someone else who wasn't content to let rampant imperialism control his life:


And a chili dog:

Chili dog to come as soon as Verizon stops sucking. UPDATE: There it is!

Friday, September 14, 2007

Birds & Batteries Don't Mix

but they do make interesting music. I will see them when they come to DC October 15th. People in Madison and Chicago should check them out, too. You know who you are, you pals of the genius.

Check them out here and here.

Apparently TNT does not read the Washington Post

So Fred Thompson is a candidate for the Presidency of the United States.1 Not exactly new news. We know he's a liar and likely to fuck our country in the grand tradition of the Republican't Party, but what I really want to know is why his episodes of Law & Order are still playing on TNT? Does this violate the Equal Time standard/act/clause/code/whatever? I smell bullshit. One of the episodes playing last night had him in it, the one where a DA is killed and they find out he had borrowed someone's identity to be a DA. You know the one I mean, it had Briscoe and Green in it.2 Shouldn't Ted Turner be all over this? Dude, time to micro-manage.

1 Do you capitalize P? I'll leave it for now.
2 Lenny is dead. Long live Lenny.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Eureka?

The iPod Touch is here. So basically, it is an iPhone with no antenna? But it has wireless internet connectivity. And a headphone jack. Hmmm.

Can I use VOIP on an iPod Touch? If so, why the fuck would I spend another hundred dollars or so on an iPhone when I could talk over Skype without paying a monthly phone bill in excess of $90? Maybe I'll buy one.

Did Steve Jobs just pull one over on himself? In the words of my super-intelligent nephew, I think he did.

In other news, this story linked by Lesley in a 3Bulls! is frigging awesome. Nature is going to kill us all and it won't end with a bang, but with a quietly struggling person muffled by layers of webbing being slowly digested by an enzymatic acid.

Lately, I have discovered a new way to entertain myself while I hid behind the mountain of paper at work: trying to confuse Pandora. My Man Man experiment was not a huge success, but Animal Collective radio has potential. Blonde Redhead radio seems to be a flop from the start.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Dinner with Mandos at Dukem, Judgement: Delicious!

And surprisingly affordable! I had a rare cubed beef dish that was plenty spicy! I wonder how many sentences I can end with an exclamation point? Oops.

Mandos swooped into town for a brief visit with folks unknown to discuss topics unknown and we managed to get together for a brief man-date. Coffee at 14 U and Ethiopian food at Dukem. DC may not have any decent Mexican food, but who needs that when you can have two heaping plates of spicy beef and fermented bread? Awesome. We talked about all sorts of stuff, mostly blogging. Lots of politics including the problem of public transportation in America. We even discussed the X-Men briefly. I am not sure why. The X-Men suck these days and Brett Ratner can blow a goat. It was an interesting discussion.

Frankly, I am honestly glad that Mandos did not reveal my fate, doom, or future because while a display of powers is always cool, I would rather not know that I am going to be run over by car while cursing out the bastards who refuse to stop at pedestrian crosswalks. Ooops.

Afterwards, Mandos flew off into the night leaving me rather confused because I could discern no obvious means of propulsion and contrary to Superman, flight is not possible without some form of exhaust. I also thought DC was largely a no fly zone except for the airspace over my apartment. I bet Mandos has clearance but given his odd black coating and strange geometry, he could be making use of available stealth technologies, too.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Where was I?

So here's something stupid:

Six years ago, I was asleep. I slept through the whole thing. The most significant event in our lives and I was zonked out. Not that I could have done anything if I had been awake. I wouldn't have noticed at all. I lived too far away to hear anything from the Pentagon and wouldn't have noticed anything unusual about all the choppers flying overhead. If I had been awake, I would have been mowing the lawn or something equally mundane.

I don't know anyone who was killed, but I did work with this incredible asshole at the video store. Actual quote:
This is horrible. Just horrible, so fucking terrible. I mean, my family owns an apartment and it got totally trashed. Apparently, my Playstation 2 is fucked along with all my games and most of my DVDs. Now I have to replace all that shit. Fuck those bastards.

This was said without a trace of irony. I asked him if he was being sincere because I couldn't believe someone could be so fucking stupid. He said he felt terrible and that now he had to clean up that whole apartment since his parents were stuck overseas. I told him he was not allowed to speak until his shift was over.

Looking Up?

Sometimes, it is hard to tell. I've got music, a social schedule just full enough, a new job, a new era of education and a new-ish hobby. It feels like everything is going to shit.

I've previously discussed my recent musical purchases, so I'll skip that discussion and move on to the Animal Collective show at the 930 Club on the 28th. I'm going to see them and I hope they will be awesome.

I am leaving my apartment to meet people two nights this week! Better get a refill on my agoraphobia medication. I have been asked to tend the grill at my friend's birthday party on Saturday. I am at my best when surrounded by fire and meat, so this should be an excellent time. The weekend after next, I am volunteering my time at my parents' church yard sale, as I do every year. As true as certain webcomics may be, I don't do this to meet women. I do host Halloween parties to meet women and I've got that to look forward to as well.

I have been laterally promoted within my company which is nice enough, I guess. I view it as being fired from my old job. My new job is still interesting and the company is paying me to take classes at the USDA Graduate School, so that is a step in a better direction. If all goes well, I will even have a pretty bitchin' title by the new year. I'll look even better on paper than I do now, which is nice even if I can't buy myself a roast beef sandwich.

I have been hanging out with some people trying to get a short movie filmed. We are working on a script and are eager to get to filming. This is pretty cool, but we have encountered some trouble. Flaky people annoy the shit out of me. If you aren't going to show up, return the call and say so. We know you're just sitting on your couch smoking dope and watching Gilligan's Island, so be an adult and call us to say that you aren't going to show, chundernozzle. Despite the flakes, I am still learning a bit about writing and working on a script. Just the whole process of collaboration is interesting.

I guess I should be pretty excited about all this. My fall looks far more interesting and active than my summer was, but there is still some lingering malaise. It's a lot more than lingering. I've got a lot going for me, but I am just not excited about any of it.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Philosophy Assignments

Since nobody liked the really long post about philosophy, I guess I'll just stick to trying to be funny. There is a lot of pressure in that area, but I could do with a bit more of that in my life.

In case someone out there cares, I am going to start reading Nicomachean Ethics by Aristotle this evening and The Fall by Albert Camus in my other spare hour.

Tomorrow night, I am having coffee with the Ainur, Mandos. I think we will have to discuss the Spawn of Ungoliant that lives in my kitchen. Mandos is probably refraining on judging me until I die, but he may have reservations about my continued harboring of a descendant of that which destroyed the great trees of Valinor.

A Serious Threat



Saw this on Ctrl+Alt+Del. I hope Max Brooks' novel does get made into a movie. It was good.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Filosophy Friday: Fortunately Not Fecal

I was reading XKCD and checking out the t-shirt store because I don't have unique t-shirts for each day of the year yet and I clicked some link to a story about magic as it relates to computer hardware. I remembered a couple of stories wherein I received a gift of insight from the universe. Both of these were totally accidental, as the best insight is, and about as mundane as finding Jesus in a smudge of ink on a paper jam in the office copier.2

During one of the years I took off from my regularly scheduled college visits, I worked in a bowling alley. I was a pinsetter mechanic and spent a lot of time digging random shit out of the jammed machines. Most of the random shit was bowling related like shoes, broken balls, pieces of broken balls, pieces of carpetting, bowling shirts attached to very flat people, etc.

I was walking behind the machines one Monday morning and found something truly extraordinary. A bowling pin had broken and been spit out of the back of lane 5. This was not a rare occurrence but the manner in which the pin had broken was. The core of the pin had been ripped out by the plastic ring on the bottom of the pin. These rings keep the pin from developing a tilt and are flush with the plastic coating of the pin. The wood used in bowling pins is solid maple heartwood, one of the strongest and most resilient woods. Maple is heavy and dense. Something had managed to grip the plastic ring with enough force in just the right way to avoid breaking the ring while also ripping out a cylinder of wood along with the ring. If the wood had been ripped out along a glue seam, that would be evidence of a bad pin. The core had been ripped out in such a way as it split the pieces of wood through the center of the wood. This was not torn along a fault in the wood or a knot or something like that, the tear was just shredding right through something designed to take repeated hits by an 18 pound ball at high speeds. There is nothing in the pinsetter machine that should have been able to break a pin in this manner. It would take a specially designed machine to break a pin this way. In short, I was staring at two pieces of a physical impossibility. If the impossible happens than it must be possible. I fit the two pieces together and then bashed them together until the core went back in and gave it to my philosophy professor the next semester I was back attending classes. We had a little chat and he said that I had learned something very important. If I remembered this and did my homework, I might be able to pass his classes quite successfully.

The next incident happened at the ruins of the Sutro Baths in San Francisco but started in a seminar class on Plato. I had chosen to lead a discussion of the Socratic dialogue Euthyphro and we were discussing the nature of certain immutable terms and concepts in the universe. We were having a really lively debate about the concepts of good, evil, holy, righteousness and all that and somebody made the claim that you couldn't have a concept of good without God and how God, by definition, couldn't exist without good. We were kinda stuck on this point because she wasn't willing to concede this point to move on to the discussion the rest of the class was having about immutable concepts.3 I was trying to come up with some description and explanation that would suit her when I said, "Look, I think we can all agree that God is just an enormous jellyfish with a diamond in the center!"

Everyone in the class looked at me in stunned silence, including the professor. "The diamond represents all these eternal, external concepts and the jellyfish is just the incorporeal body of God that has no real-" and that is where everyone started laughing at me. I was trying to make a point that while God can not exist without these concepts, God likewise can not change those concepts without also changing the nature of God. This explanation did not have the desired effect. Everyone agreed that it was the best discussion we had all semester and that they learned quite a bit4. The professor said that he had never heard anyone explain God in such a fashion before. He also said that he hoped he never did again. While it is interesting imagery, it is also distractingly odd which does not help in educating.

About a year later, one of my Brother of Indeterminate Number and I were wandering around the Sutro Baths. Sutro Baths was a complex of public pools built by a rich guy named Sutro, aptly enough. Some of these pools were fed directly by the ocean which is pretty nifty. There are concrete ruins by the beach and melted bits of stained glass buried in the hillside of the cove where the baths were built. I recommend it for a picnic. My Brother of Indeterminate Number and I had walked down to the water to watch the sun go down and I saw an odd pink-ish grey rock at the surf line. It was smooth and almost perfectly hemispherical, about 18 inches in diameter and somewhat translucent. I looked at it for a while and figured that it was some leftover glass or something from the baths. I ran up to it in between waves. It was even odder looking up close so I poked it. The thing quivered and I yelled and jumped about four feet in the air. I was back beyond the surf line when I realized it was an enormous jellyfish.


Photo found at Shifting Baselines Blog

God likes to hang out on beaches in San Francisco, apparently.

1 I apologize for that title. It has been a long short week.
2 That is yet another dig at Harriet Myers. Finding Jebus in an office? Yawn.
3 She was, however, quite willing to just erase arrows she had earlier written a diagram of Kantian ethics that had previously represented some point. When fulsome asked her about the relevance and meaning of that error after she made some other claim, she just erased it like that was a complete explanation. Don't leave holes in your arguments because he'll drive a truck through them.
4 Mostly about how I think, but that is still something.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Windows Media Reviews My New Music

The music:

Give Up by The Postal Service: 2.4 stars
Andorra by Caribou: 2.49
Version by Mark Ronson: 2.5
Writer's Block by Peter Bjorn and John: 2.86

Windows Media Player 11(WMP11) has assigned all of my music stars. I don't know from where these "stars" originate nor do I know from whence in "time" they might have been from in the past future, but I do know that I won't have cared tomorrow for one day longer than I don't care today.1

Allow to explicate on my previous exposition. WMP11 has rated the entirety of The Milk of Human Kindness by Caribou at roughly 2.49 "stars". It has rated Andorra by Caribou at ~2.66 "stars". I have not assigned these ratings. When I am forced to override the "stars", my ratings are arbitrarily assigned a gold-ish color.2 Given our culture's obsession with this rather silly metal that is only useful in electronics and nearly pointless as a wearable accessory, I am left to guess that WMP11 thinks that I should somehow be pleased to see that my ratings receive gold-ish "stars" of distinction from WMP11 disdain for my decidedly deranged collection. As some people are fond of remembering3, gold stars were the reward for significant achievements of the kindergarten through third grade set. To receive these stars, we acted in a way that our educators found exemplary and felt deserved a reward, trivial in nature though it may have been.

As these "gold" "stars" pertain to WMP11, I find these artifacts to be even less deserving of any merit and I feel cheapened to the core of my being that some drone of a content manager thought that merely clicking a "star" to assign a rating to a song deserved some flagrantly fleeting reward of a "gold" "star". Have we sunk so low?4 I have merely banished the embarrassing ratings given to my musical entertainment in order to provide me with some hope of an interesting shuffle while pounding through pedantic and profusely proliferating circulation reports. I am not entirely certain, and am completely willing to admit that my feeling is based on no small amount of superstition, but I believe that these ratings are related to the frequency at which WMP11 will play a selection when instructed to do so at "random".5

Furthermore to the point just made and given the frequency at which any of the songs on DJ Shadow's Preemptive Strike are chosen at "random", I am inclined to believe that the further my ratings vary from WMP11's, the less likely it is to choose to play those songs at any given point at which it is allowed to choose a song. I feel entirely justified in saying this in response to WMP11: I know where you live and I am freezing the urine as I type.

1 Why yes, I did study Latin.
2 A bit watered down, like a weak yellow.
3 Those years were tough for me. No amount of Concrete Blonde helped The Genius as he struggled through them. A lot of processing power with a little bit of information on a lot of topics leads to strange questions posed to profoundly puzzled parents.
4 YES.
5 In my many long years at the college of my collegiate experience, I spent no small time studying computer science. Unsuccessfully, as it were. Be that as it may, I still know that programs can never do anything truly random. To do that, you need an irrational capability. If only we could program AG into binary or trinary, we could have a whole new era of irrational processors.

Girls With Slingshots Aims at Jennifer's Demographic

Jennifer's demographic being those who draw/paint nudes. As titillating as the subject may be for some of us, I thought Jennifer might appreciate Danielle Corsetto's work, while Miss Corsetto might appreciate the additional pimpage of her webcomic.

Did you know she draws the New Adventures of Batboy?

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

New Music from Slovakia





I like the music. This has nothing at all to do with the scorchingly hot woman in the first clip. Incidentally, I am emigrating to Slovakia as soon as I can fake an accent.

Radio Ruined My Post

I was working out a post in my head on the way across the street to my coffee shop this morning. It was about the detritus on my floor and the somewhat humorous qualities therein. After ordering my coffee, I was standing over by the news rack looking over the latest issue of the Post and the excitingly uninvestigative news when Concrete Blonde's Joey blurted out of the speakers. An actual live radio station chose to play a Concrete Blonde song. This pretty much blew my mind and I forgot the series of jokes I had laid out about how much of a mess my apartment is and how fulsome still beats me in that regard.

I thought AG was the only other person in the world who actually chose to listen to this band.

So anyway, tonight Snag, Clif and I going to solve all this shit going on in the world. There may be signs. There may be drinks. There may even be some form of pork.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Chicago Dogs in My Kitchen

Ingredients:
Coleman's Mustard
Pickle Spears
Mt. Olive Emerald Relish
Mt. Olive Hot Pickled Banana Peppers
Diced Onion
Celery Salt
Hebrew National Dinner Franks
Buns

Well, almost. The dinner franks are too big and the peppers aren't quite right, but they are the closest I could find at the neighborhood grocery store. Other than that, pretty damn close.

Friday, August 31, 2007

Fully Fecal Friday

This is not a story about my poo. This is a story about a time I needed to poo but was forced by events to hold it for a long walk. Post inspired by Unlawfully Wedded Wife.

It June 2005 and I was wandering around Hains Point with a friend1 about to leave for the Peace Corps. It was a lovely night, just the right temperature for walking around and not humid yet. We were talking about whatever and checking out the half buried titan
when I got the idea that maybe I needed to find a bathroom.2 We take the photos that my friend wanted to take and then we proceed walking along the river heading back into the city. About half an hour later, I was in dire straits and my friend asked me if I was ok. I suggested we stop at the Jefferson Memorial and get some nice night photos of it and I would hit the bathroom there. It was pretty close and I figured that was a good cover.

When we got there, I asked a guard for the bathroom and he told me there were closing in five minutes. Not a problem. I had to ride the slowest elevator in the universe down one floor to the gift shop and bathrooms. I hustled over to the door in a struggle to move as fast as possible but without disturbing my bowels any more than necessary. The sight that greeted me upon pushing open the bathroom door will haunt my nightmares forever.

Someone had taken an enormous shit in the middle of the floor. I have seen some major turds in my day, and produced most of them, but this turd still makes me feel inadequate as a man. It was smeared all over the floor, too. I think some lunatic had tried to write something on the floor with his/her enormous pile. There were streaks and swirls that I associate with some form of hieroglyphics, New World or Old, or possibly cuneiform. Could have been cursive. I was shocked into stillness and my eyes meandered across the floor trying to process this rectal rorschact. I have never quite experienced a moment of complete mental stillness. It was the neural blue screen of death.

Then the stench hit me a mere second later like a supernova. The olfactory explosion was so potent I recoiled, rebounded, flew backward like a character in a silly action movie caught in the blastwave of some bomb, arms raised futilely in front of my face, itself expressing a revulsion so deep that cenotes look shallow.3 The scent was almost alive in the way that it chased me out of the gift shop. In less than a second, it had permeated my clothes to the point that my friend noticed it when I finally got back to street level. I said only, "It's not me." I found that now pitied guard and told him that someone had "violated" the bathroom and that I had been completely unable to use it and that I was deeply sorry for him. He said that he'd check it out. A few blocks away from the memorial, I swear I heard a wail of terror and fear echoing through the air.

My friend and I were now in the dead zone. The dead area downtown that closes at 8 pm and in which there are few buses, no cabs and no metro stops. We had a choice, walk three blocks to a 30 to 40 minute metro ride (most of that would be spent waiting) or walk for 30 to 40 minutes to my friend's apartment. We took the latter choice. I was now debating the relative merits of just dumping my load in a bush, but refused that option because I was not out camping.

I was now an hour overdue for my porcelain rendezvous and was hurting. I was sweating from the effort of keeping the iris closed. I was nervous because I knew the coming blowout was likely to permanently disfigure my friend's bathroom. I was still feeling the nauseating effects of the defiled bathroom.

I managed to hold it together and make it to my friend's apartment unsoiled and even managed to let her use the bathroom first. In even dire need, I'm still a gentleman. Besides, it gave me a chance to turn on her stereo really damn loud.4

1 Okay fine, I admit it. She was my girlfriend. Are you happy now? You're MARRIED!?! What the fuck? Wow. What the hell. Fucking everybody I know is married.

2 After years of world travel and eating odd foods, I know that when I get certain feelings I will need a bathroom in 20 minutes, 1 hour, etc and exactly the kind of episode it will be. This is an unebelievably helpful talent when you are driving through eastern Europe or Africa. Anywhere, really.

3 Later cultures would sacrifice virgins down the pit of my expression.

4 I doubt it helped.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Who Listens to Radio Anymore?

Talk Radio 3WT, 1500 AM and 107.7 FM, will feature a lineup of personalities currently heard on the station: David Burd, Jessica Doyle, "The Tony Kornheiser Show," and Pat Goss - along with established national personalities Neal Boortz, Bill O'Reilly, Glenn Beck, and Stephanie Miller, as well as play-by-play sports.

The station's slogan will be "Left, Right, and Whatever We Want," reflecting 3WT's diverse collection of personalities and opinions.


More like "Right, Right, Right, Left and Whatever We Want". Not that I listened to Washington Post Radio, or any other radio station for that matter, but does the world really need more Boortz, O'Lielly or Beck?

I can't receive any stations in my apartment and I would listen to the NPR stream at work but my bosses have asked me to keep the volume so low that I can't understand it. I'd just get enraged anyway.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Maybe It Was the Spray-On Tan

CARLSON: No, actually. I got that -- my point is -- let me just say --

ABRAMS: Tucker, what did you do, by the way? What did you do when he did that? We got to know.

CARLSON: I went back with someone I knew and grabbed the guy by the -- you know, and grabbed him, and -- and --

ABRAMS: And did what?

CARLSON: Hit him against the stall with his head, actually!


Doesn't count if you are hitting his head against the bathroom stall because you're doing him from behind without the courtesy of a reach around, chundernozzle.

Pardon if this sounds really mean and incidentally insults gay people, but Tucker Carlson is a huge cobag that some nurse needs to change. I wonder if we can find the police report of this alleged incident? Tuck a l'orange claims this happened in high school but since the defendant could be an adult, the records may not be sealed.

Thank you, mdhatter.

Continued Incompetence

I was reminded about this by Kevin Wolf and then followed Blogging New Orleans to this interactive site at the NYTimes.

Look, I can't remember all of my brothers' birthdays, much less my parents', so don't expect me to be Johnny on the Spot about every anniversary of BushCo's fuckups.

Time. Space, Distance, Perspective

CNN says that Republican'ts are busy putting distance between Senator Craig and anything remotely associated with them. In the last year, the remaining unindicted or unarrested Republican'ts have had to distance their reputations from so many other Republican'ts that they must be communicating via some strange transwarp, subdimensional series of pneumatic-nano tubes.1 These corrupt jackasses break the Laws of Newtonian and Quantum physics every time they manage to communicate a coherent sentence to those of us in normal space. Any centon now, these post-human LOL dorks realize that they have lost all concept of our reality due to the unending frozen eons after the heat death of the universe that they will begin thawing out RealDolls in an attempt to poll the last remaining things with any contact to actual humans.2


Image taken from Enterprise Ireland.

1 I couldn't find the really great thread about her being so non-partisan that she drinks thousand dollar bottles of centuries-old red wine with frozen chicken ala king TV dinners or whatever.
2 Yeah, that's a dig, eat it hard.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Bleg? and Finders Keepers versus Cultural History

A friend of mine needs help with her dissertation. She needs people to take a survey about public opinion regarding the use of bones in Archaeology. If you have the time, please help her out by taking the survey. Please only fill out one survey and please be serious, it's only her future on the line.

I was flipping channels on the RSS the other day and I saw something on the Discovery feed about some people finding an estimated $500 Million in silver and gold coins. The discoverers, Odyssey Marine Exploration (OME), claim that the find was in international waters and refer to the wreck as the Black Swan. They are keeping the location secret for obvious reasons. The Spanish government is claiming that the coins must have come from one of their ships sunk some time in the 17th, 18th or 19th centuries. As an anthropology student, I found this situation to be an interesting ethical dilemma. There is a substantial dollar value associated with the find but there is also a substantial historical value. For the sake of argument, we will allow that OME found the wreck in international waters. We will also allow that it is definitely a Spanish ship. International salvage law is a little murky in this situation, if you'll pardon the pun, so let us also assume that international salvage law states that derelicts are the finder's. The UK's Merchant Shipping Act 1995 says that all property remains the property of the original owners. If the wreck were in British waters, I guess this would apply and the wreck would belong to the original owners. These owners are long dead and I don't know if the ownership would transfer down 2-400 years. This point is further muddied because the cargo may have been owned by someone else, the Spanish government for example. We have two sets of regulations that are allowing each side to claim the treasure as their own. OME did all the work in finding the wreck and deserve the fruits of their labor. Spain has a cultural heritage to protect and possible legal protections. The location of the wreck greatly influences the argument. At what point does a cultural heritage override a salvage right? Does twelve miles really matter?

In the US, we have NAGPRA. NAGPRA has been helping Native Americans regain their looted past. All federal agencies and institutions that receive federal funding, like Beloit College, are required to abide by the act. Complying with the act can take years and decades for some collections, simply because they are so damn large. These collections contain a fascinating wealth of information on cultures that the US did everything it could to destroy*. The act allows for a period of study after a repatriation request, as long as the cultural connection can be established. 12 to 18,000 years is a long time and many cultures rose and fell in North America long before Columbus strolled along. Kennewick Man (KM) was found in less than ideal circumstances in Kennewick, Washington and has stirred up an endless controversy with several native nations claiming a cultural connection. There is a lot more to this controversy than that but I am interested in the border between a group's historical and mythological claims and the scientific community's claims. There is a lot to learn from KM because he is so old and so odd, for lack of a better term. I met one of the Army Corps of Engineers curators of KM when I was still in school and she was fascinated by the find and frustrated by the legal wranglings. The early period of human exploration of the New World is largely unknown. An almost complete skeleton can tell an archaeologist a lot about the context of its life,specifically about this period in human history. However, if the Umatilla's can claim that KM is an ancestor, then NAGPRA will require the remains be returned to the tribe. The Umatilla's claim may or may not be valid, I am not a judge nor am I an expert in their history or their legal case, but if it is should the scientists and researchers simply hand over such a valuable find without and adequate period of study? Where does the scientific value of a find override the cultural claims of a people?

* An issue for another time.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Labor Day and the American Worker

I got an e-mail from the AEI about how the American worker is loving work as we approach Labor Day. The entire e-mail is pretty fucking ridiculous.
AEI Visiting Scholar Arthur C. Brooks reports that Americans work more than their counterparts in many developed countries yet take less vacation time, and they appear to be happy about it. Brooks writes: "For most Americans, work is a rock-solid source of life happiness." His two recent articles on happiness and work include “Happy for the Work” and “What Really Buys Happiness?"

I want to find who these people who are happy with taking less vacation time and give them a radical re-education in slacking. What the fuck kind of jackass says to himself, "Hmm, I have some reports I could write instead of going to Barbados for a week in the sun and booze. I love these reports and mail merges so much that I can skip out on all that sand." Somehow, I think it is more along the lines of "SHIT! JESUS CHRIST!!! HOLY FUCKING SPIRIT OF GOD HOW AM I GOING TO PAY FOR THIS FUCKING CAR, MY HOUSE AND MY DAMN KID'S CELL PHONE BILL THIS MONTH?!?! I can't take this fucking vacation that I am about to pay for on my 7th credit card!! Goddam, I better get some more OT in."

I guess that is why on Labor Day we take the whole day to camp out in the office and get some extra reports in while every one else is out enjoying another fucking day off, just so I can get somewhat close to way the fuck behind.

RSS for the win!

Now with stupid internet meme jokes!

KTHANXBI

PUTIN SEZ: DO NOT WANT FREE PRESS.

OH NOEZ!

L_O_L

STEWPIT

WANT

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Rules of Engagement

I have rules and guidelines for a lot of stuff in life. These guidelines have been generated over the years by my experiences doing stupid shit. I have three rules for drinking:

Never drink with the military.

Never drink with an eastern European.

Never drink jager.

I can break any one rule as long as I am willing to accept a night that won't be over until sometime after dawn and perhaps a bad hangover. If I break two of these rules, I must expect a night that ends in some form of incarceration. If I break three of these rules, I won't come out of it for days and have been known to redecorate an entire hotel room in a Jackson Pollock fashion with a different medium than paint.

Last night, I broke only one of these rules and ended the night by sleeping on my floor while my guests took my bed. It was almost dawn when we got home. I also left my license and credit card at the club...fuck.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Brew at the Zoo Verdict: Needs New Billing and More Food

In terms of meeting ladies, I would say that the Brew at the Zoo was a bit of a bust, except for the lovely Lisa and Sarah with an H. It was fun talking with them but it was not fun talking to a pretty Australian and hooking her up with pilfered, line-skipped food only to meet her boyfriend. Note to the person who told me it was a singles event: YOU LIE. There were more married couples of all ages than single ladies. I did meet one woman who worked for the WWF1 who did not know that it was a benefit for that organization. That was amusing.2

It felt like only one third of the tents had food and this was pretty poor planning. The lines for the barbecue sandwiches was 40 minutes long and I was not going to waste my time with that. I did make my way to the front of the Magic Hat line twice because I thought their beer was good and they were giving away goofy condoms. I was hungry and the carrot cake3, while good, was not enough to satisfy me. I wanted something hearty to fight the vaporous beer within.

We were apparently not supposed to roam around and look at the empty animal enclosures. Not even the Prairie Dogs were interested in the party.

1 Sadly, not the World Wrestling Foundation.

2 Not amusing? Her friend who blatantly thought I was sketchy.

3 From Open City.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

The Basic Problem With Your Assertion

Stupid Kevin McCullough asserts that homosexuality is a choice and therefore deserves no special legislation. His position is that gay people choose to be gay. They are choosing homosexuality over heterosexuality. This lifestyle choice needs no special protection as it is an active choice and not something like being born black which can be helped with welfare. Kevin's stupid world view is horribly, horribly stupid. If stupid had a smell, you could smell him in Australia.

Kevin is stupid because he has ignored the obvious implication of his stupid assertion about gay being a choice. That implication is this: HETEROSEXUALITY MUST ALSO BE A CHOICE, AS HETEROSEXUALS ARE CHOOSING TO NOT BE GAY. Therefore, we heterosexuals deserve no special legislation either because it is a lifestyle choice.

Kevin McCullough, Stupid Musclehead.

This post inspired by A Girl Like Me. Thanks.

Clif Continues Corroding Conservative Confabulations

Clif rocks your world and you may not even know it. Clif is constantly and concisely on fire. He manages to get under the skin of more conservatives than anyone I know.* His latest win comes from a scuffle-kerfuffle with Musclehead Radio's Kevin McCullough. Kevin responded with a post that does not address Clif's point about the erroneous quotation.

I don't know how Clif and all the other awesome bloggers like the crew at Sadly, No can stand to read the immense volume of crap that they do. I read only the diluted and humored-up from them and the occasional post from wingnuts and my family wants me to stop for my health.

Don't stop, Clif. Don't ever stop.

*Admittedly, I don't know many people.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Needs, Wants and the Road

I am biking more and more these days. I managed to put 68 miles into three excursions last week. I am going to hit 100 miles this week. There is not much to do while biking1 but think about life. Life is pretty much all I think about at any point in the day, but I am not unusual in this activity. The lack of compelling distractions contributes to my mental clarity while traveling. I don't own a car2 so I can delve fairly far into myself while riding the bus or train for hours at a time.3

The last few days I have been thinking about women. The universe tends to throw them my way when I need to be reminded of something. Kim was a government-oriented redhead I met in a bar in Adams Morgan. The line was so good, one of my brothers actually shook my hand. Needless to say, it can never be used again. Kim and I went on four dates over two months which is rather lame but she had international travel assignments and I was unemployed. It might have worked out better between us if I had been employed at one of the many jag-off jobs available in the federal sector. The whole experience reminded me that while coasting on savings was fun and allowed me lots of time to write and meet ladies, it was no kind of life for me.

Leah and I met at a party. I quit my dead-end, low-paying waiting job two weeks later. That job was holding me back and earning me a whole lot of nothing. Two weeks after quitting that job, I got a call from my current employer and never looked back.

Kathleen4 came out of the blue sky and by the time that was over, I knew I had to stop talking a good game and start playing one. I am still working on this one.

The most recent woman in my life, however brief, reminded me that I get what I need and don't need what I want. I need something to help drive me or I stall out and watch endless Law & Order episodes. I need the motivation more than I want her or anyone else. In short, I need an unfulfilled want.

1 Besides curse out the idiots who refuse to obey the rules of the road in my head.

2 Give me a non-polluting electric car and an infrastructure to use it and the road trip is back, baby.

3 Tuning out is a valuable skill when you are broke and have 20 hours to wait in an airport for your connecting flight, as is being able to sleep anywhere in any position.

4 Different one.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

No Second Troy at the 9:30 Club

I do what I can to avoid the 9:30 Club because it uses Ticketmaster but last night No Second Troy was having their big show with the Dreamscape Project, the Reserves and Juniper Lane. NST was the third opening act but they were the band I was there to see. I would have stayed to see Juniper Lane if it weren't for the incessant and irritating chatter by the morons in the crowd.

No Second Troy is best described as radio ready rock. This is by no means an insult, despite the connotations. The music is not complicated but it is not simple, either. The singer, Jeff Wharen, really belts out some surprisingly large vocals, especially on their new album's title track "Narcotic". I liked the way the guitar worked with the keyboard. No Second Troy is the music that I expect to be hearing in college girl's dorm rooms this fall. Incidentally, if any young women want to invite me to see their dorm rooms, my e-mail address is in my profile.

They remind me of the Refreshments without the Mexican influences or a Coldplay that wasn't lame and so deliberately disaffected. No Second Troy is more genuine than anything I have heard in the top 40 in the last 5 years. Check them out.

A final note: I missed most of the Reserves but I feel that any band that breaks out a "You Can Call Me Al" cover medley deserves mention.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Speechless

Reading this at Pretentious Bastard. Then this from Cliff Schecter. And this from the Gonzo Muckraker. The Google cache is here.

President Bush can fail in his duty to himself, his country, and his God, by becoming “ex-president” Bush or he can become “President-for-Life” Bush: the conqueror of Iraq, who brings sense to the Congress and sanity to the Supreme Court.

Please let this be a joke.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Bioshock Should Fill the Void

Hell yes, I am going to buy that game. I'll probably even pre-order it. System Shock 2 was so damn brilliant my eyes are still blinking. Bioshock ought to sufficiently rampage through my cortex in such a fashion as to render me incapable of thoughts beyond gathering plasmids and frying my enemies.

"It is my intention to secure two copies of the game, entire - one Collectors' edition, and one exclusively to shove up Roger Ebert's ass. If Bioshock isn't "art," then art is the poorer for it." - Tycho

Amen, Ebert has needed a style enema for some time.

The Dating Guide Prologue

So the Pretentious Bastard, AKA OfficerGleason, and I have decided to help our fellow man. Normally I try to help humankind but in this effort I am speaking solely to the gentleman geeks and the not-so-gentlemanly geeks that want to be gentleman geeks. OfficerGleason and I are writing a dating guide. This may sound rather ludicrous coming from a guy who broke up with a woman because she doesn't believe in global warming, but I am exactly the person you should come to for advice, on this and all other issues. As the title bar says, I am a Genius and thus provide brilliant consultations.

This guide is not going to help you get laid, it is going to help you date. What happens after that is between you and her. The only supplies you need to bring to these lessons are an open mind and a willingness to change.

You may want to reference my credentials which you may view in the past months and years of the archives. They say that practice makes perfect and as a genius I learn from my mistakes, so I have basically learned everything there is to know about dating.

Don't ask me about relationships though, those are fucking dark matter entities as far as I can tell.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Wherein I Scoop CHUD on King of Kong

CHUD has an interview with some of the guys from King of Kong. This is me linking to myself like an arrogant cobag, while acknowledging that no one commented. I think Reviews N Stuff got sent down the wrong tube. It might have something to do with the raid on Ted Stevens' house.

Go read the interview and make an effort to go see the movie. Watch out for the spoiler at the end of the interview. Maybe you should wait until you have seen the movie to read it. Yeah, do that.

UPDATE 3:45 PM on Tuesday: Reviews N Stuff is back up and running! Thanks, dontEATnachos!

Brown Tide Sweeps Virginia Waterways

This is bad news, but what do we expect when we refuse to alter our behavior? We get what we deserve.

Hell, every time it rains in DC the Anacostia and Potomac rivers unleash a brown tide as well, but that is just the raw sewage from the decrepit and stupid DC sewer system. At least our tax obligation is going to be kept low by Bush vetoing a gas tax increase to pay for our nation's highway infrastructure! We wouldn't need this increase at all if we weren't involved in a pointless, futile war in Iraq. We could even afford to fulfill all our promises to the Afghani people, instead of doling out more collateral damage.

Beer? Large Carnivores? Fuck Yeah!

I just bought a ticket to this. I will probably get eaten trying to wrestle my beer back from a lion. Or as my nephew says, a lie-lie. Some things that won't happen at this event: me remaining sober* and me getting any phone numbers**. So, if you live in the area and your wife will let you out of the house or you just want to meet me and be entertained for an evening as I loath all the craigs and trixies, buy a ticket.

*Although it might be funny to say that I am recovering alcoholic and just really love animals.

**Just kidding, of course I will. I am the Genius and quite charming, if I don't say so myself. And I do, quite frequently.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

The Next Best Website Ever

BrickArms.

Making Legos Lethal Since Whenever It Was That The Company Started. OK, so my slogan needs work, but the concept and execution are both brilliant. Makes me want to make a diorama of Allied troops engaging enemy soldiers in the woods surrounding Bastogne completely out of Legos.

They even have a SCOPED grenade!! How cool is that? Totally fucking cool.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Since U Been Gone: Not Exactly Making Any Friends

The Pretentious Bastard, who is not as pretentious as he claims, really likes Kelly Clarkson's Since U Been Gone. He likes it so much he played me a video of Ted Leo playing an acoustic version of the song on YouTube.



So, tonight I am sitting in Nanny O'Brien's across the street from the Uptown theater after watching the Potter movie. After having my first mouthful of Guinness, a guy gets up on the stage for his acoustic set promoting his band's CD release show at the 930 Club next Saturday. After playing a couple of standard bar songs, he asked for requests. Someone timidly shouted Freebird and my pal, Jenn, says that she would like to hear someone request Fifty Cent. I turned toward the stage and shout, "SINCE YOU BEEN GONE BY KELLY CLARKSON!"

If you have met me, you know my voice carries. Everyone turns to me and then back to the stage and the guy says, "Alright, well fuck the guy who said Kelly Clarkson. Goddamn Kelly Clarkson." Or something to that effect, it was a little hard to hear with everyone laughing at me. In my head, all I could hear was the Pretentious Bastard laughing his ass off while holding his hand over his mouth.

A couple songs later, the dude said that it was his birthday and that he had EPs for sale for $10. I walked up to the stage holding a twenty dollar bill over my head. People cheered and the band's friends were psyched. I bought two.

When the guitarist/singer and the keyboardist took a break, I stopped on my way to the bathroom to say I was mostly kidding about the Kelly Clarkson request. He apologized for making fun of me. He's got a good sense of humor. At least, I hope he does and that he wasn't startled by the fact that I was a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier. I look meaner than I intend at times.

The band is No Second Troy and I am going to see them next Saturday, despite the fact that I don't like the venue. I'll get over it. I'll probably request 'Since U Been Gone' again.

This Sort of Thing Happens When You're Famous

I am not exactly rhetorical but I will play along for your sake, Mr. North.

Baby Killer Estelle and The Sentiments at Fort Reno

Baby Killer Estelle and The Sentiments did an admirable job and persisted with the show until the rain got too intense. Bad fucking luck that the only decent rain we have in the DC area in three months had to happen tonight.

Baby Killer Estelle is an odd mix of jazz piano and angry, angry music. The pianist, Leo Svirsky, introduced them by saying, "Um, hi. We're Baby Killer Estelle. We are anarchists. This song is about capitalism and fascism." I smirked. The songs feature piano and drums which sounds lamer than it is because Svirsky is a genuine prodigy. The overall sound is solid social commentary of the angry young man that sounds like an odd mix of ballroom, jazz and The Misfits.* When Svirsky starts screaming you could feel something authentic, even if it is the weakest part of the songs. The song that was in Russian was pretty cool and sounded like an bedtime song, but one that you drink. Special praise should be given since they played in the rain. Bravo. Overall, if you are the adventurous person you all should be, go see them. They are touring up into New York and Massachusetts later this month. This is no reflection of their talents, but I giggled at the announcement that they had CDs for sale followed by "Viva Anarchia! Fuck capitalism!"

The Sentiment started off by announcing that this was their last show. The first song turned into their only complete song which was unfortunate because I liked it. The rain restarted with a vengeance and the show had to be canceled. Sucks to be us, I guess. I went over to the stage and asked if they had any CDS. The cute bass player said, "This is our last show!" Well, shit. I still wanted a CD. There are four mp3s available for download of their MySpace page, so you can check those out there. According to DCist, the singer is off to various projects including the Black and White Jacksons while the exasperated bassist will be moving on to another group playing at the Rock and Roll Hotel. I would go to that but I have a non-date and we are going to see the Harry Potter movie. Why yes, I do have a huge L carved into my forehead.

*If I weren't grossly unqualified to write a decent music review this part of the paragraph might be more informative. Perhaps Destroyer is a good reference, but I am not sure as I have only heard two songs by Destroyer.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

And Another Thing

The man whose vision animated my childhood and all of my D&D campaigns for all time speaks the truth:

"Every time I see it, I wish I had taken fifteen or twenty minutes more on [one] scene [or another], but you can’t change it in the can." - Ray Harryhausen on CHUD.com

George Lucas should revoke his bullshit statement about 'taping over' the original 35 mm prints and issue a fully restored high definition version of the Trilogy.

Thirsty Thursday: Time to Take the Tarantula Traipsing

I am going to Fort Reno tonight for the free show. I have never heard any of the acts before now but Thursdays are all about new experiences. So are any other day of the week, too. Get off your ass.

Brandon Butler

The Sentiment

Baby Killer Estelle

I'll post a review after the show.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Mommy Bloggers: Boring

I have cruised by some mommy blogs and they are boring. Hell, at guys' night out I have to reign in the dads with their boring stories. Since all but two of us are fathers, one round of stories can last for 3 rounds of drinks. Or they would if we could ever get together for drinks. A quick, funny toddler story is one thing but inane, endless run-ons about some baby sitting in its own crap for 7 paragrpahs? Good lord. Shoot me now.

I find blogs about my friend's kids are slightly more interesting but the one I read is more about the troubles and insecurities she feels as a mother. This is an entirely alien perspective to me. I doubt I'll ever feel safe enough to procreate, much less meet anyone worthy of my Genius Seed TM. If she wasn't my friend and her life weren't so damn interesting, I wouldn't read it. Honestly, mommy bloggers are a subdivision of cat bloggers. Ain't nothing interesting about it unless I can give it a stupid caption.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Mix Tapes vs Mix CDs

Honestly? I never made a mix tape. Maybe it is easier to make a CD but so fucking what? Isn't it the thought that counts? That lesson, like so much else I was taught as a child, no longer translates to today. Too bad I am too stubborn to do anything but continue in my own way.

I am sitting in my apartment with a recently fixed but still buggy computer, some Hofbrau Maibock, the Silver Jews album "American Water" and a new pair of boxers.

The thing about Sisyphus, fulsome will probably get all fucking panty twisted for this one, is that Sisyphus won. He fucking won. I get it and maybe other people do, too, but that is fucking immaterial to my situation. It is also irrelevant. So is the materialness of the relevance. How could any revelation ever be material? That is like having your rebirth to the glorious majesty of Christ in a law office. I mean, judaic God is everywhere and all but that is really stretching the limit of credulity, not to mention faith.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Overheard in Wisconsin at Live Earth

"I will support the environment and the green movement and all, but I am not giving up my half hour showers."

See this? Right here.

Look closely.

A little closer.

Closer.

That's you not getting the point. There is no supporting the solution. There is only actual change and being part of the problem. If you aren't changing your behavior by conserving water, recycling, reusing and reducing, then you aren't doing any fucking good for anyone.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Depths Plumbed, Souls Sated

It is the evening of the last day of the expedition. Tomorrow we begin the trek back to civilization. I have found the elusive Perry's Cherry, albeit of a nature altogether different than the one described by my old colleague in the club. Cigars are best smoked with the discussion of past trophies and conquests.

The porters have loaded the crates and the trucks are fueled. I have learned much and hope to publish soon after our return to the world. It has been a fine expedition with hardship, loss and some small comforts. These experiences remind a man of his essential nature. And that nature is a lonely boozehound desperate to regain some shred of relevance by blasting the shit out of defenseless, caged animals with high-powered firearms.

Yes, indeed, this whole week has been a long set-up for a weak Dick Cheney joke. What the fuck do you want? I'm on vacation, bitches.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Failures Abound and Spirits Sag, Yet Hope Remains

While trekking to our destination yesterday, we encountered another well-equipped expedition. A large family group of Illinoian travellers was participating in a cartographic survey of the peninsula. My logistical director was acquainted with one of the porters in the other group. They had both attended explorer's university in their youth. I instructed my colleague to reaffirm this friendship and glean any information on the natural phenomenon of the area. We have yet to locate any further varieties of New Glarus, spotted or dappled, or any of the greater or lesser Sprecher's species.

The leader of the cartographic surveyors and I discussed the fascinating wildlife and the trophies I had hoped to triumphantly bring back to the museum, we enjoyed a light juniper beverage liberally spiked with gin and tonic. I expressed my disappointment with the local villagers' porting ability. They are rather weak of spirit. My compatriot feels that these trips are best left to family and then proceeded to describe his rather boring genealogy and the names of his descendants whom he had relegated to baggage and portage duty. The man had many faults but chief among them was a completely insufficient knowledge of firearms. Not everyone I meet is prepared for the difficulties of a life spent forging a solitary path through the wilds with only a team of local porters, a doctor, three nurses, two naturalists, a tracker and three horse thieves.

The logistical directer returned with some new knowledge of our earlier stated destination on the northern and eastern beaches. The region has been decimated by the drought and is no longer a fertile ground for man or animal. The water level has receded to the point that the beaches are covered in a mass of rotten vegetation and decaying fish. I have found the fish in this region to be rather poor in quality on the whole with the notable exception of the walled-eye fish, a curious piscine prevalent in much of the waters inland. Unfortunately, it is not much sport for a true explorer.

Today, we have resigned ourselves to a day of rest as our porters have become exhausted in the unusual heat. I am not normally disposed to such molly-coddling of my guides and muleskinners, but there are local sites in the southern peninsula which I plan to visit, with or without a full bar and ammunition selection.

One note of information that is startling and speaks volumes of the skill of our Doctor Chetworth P. Hunnicobble, none of our gangly local porters have yet fallen ill to the virulent ear ifnections this region has been known for in past travels. I am certain that the constitutions of these people would be barely capable of this trip were it not for the over-tender ministrations of Dr. Hunnicobble.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Geologically the Same but Biologically Different

As we travel further north, I notice that the water is clearer. The invasive zebra mussel has cleaned out much of the clutter in the waters of the great lake. On first look, this appears to be a blessing. However, the clarity of the water allows the submerged vegetation to grow at greater depths and this has the unfortunate side effect of increasing the mass of rotting vegetation at water's edge. The smell is quite pungently potent and compares rather unfavorably with the campground toilets of my youth spent in various travel camps in eastern Europe.

The communities have undertaken many temporary measures to combat this vile green menace. Just yesterday, I spotted paddleboats that had been designed specifically for mowing the seagrass. There is not much one can do as the chemistry of the lakes are being changed irrevocably. Such is the folly of the wages of sin or some such reproving proverb.

The beaches remain much as I remember them, aside from the olfactory factors. I built an underwater cairn at a limestone pebbled beach to memorialize certain memories of my youth and more recent events. I visited the establishment which had provided me with many frozen repasts and was satisfied.

Today, we venture further north into my past and memory.