Wednesday, December 31, 2003
Is mustering in his clouds on our behalf
Armies of pestilence; and they shall strike
Your children yet unborn and unbegot,
That lift your vassal hands against my head
And threat the glory of my precious crown.
Tell Bolingbroke--for yond methinks he stands--
That every stride he makes upon my land
Is dangerous treason: he is come to open
The purple testament of bleeding war;
But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons
Shall ill become the flower of England's face,
Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
To scarlet indignation and bedew
Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.
-Richard III, act III, scene iii
Sunday, December 28, 2003
"That sounds like Tom Jones syndrome."
"Is it common?"
"It's not unusual."
Saturday, December 27, 2003
Friday, December 26, 2003
Thursday, December 25, 2003
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Monday, December 15, 2003
The United States Treasury has announced they are recalling the new "Arkansas" quarters.
"We are recalling all of the new Arkansas quarters that were recently issued," Treasury Undersecretary Russell Shackelford said in a press conference Monday.
"This comes in the wake of numerous reports to this agency that the quarters will not work in parking meters, toll booths, vending machines, pay phones, or other coin-operated devices. We believe the problem lies in a design flaw," said Skackelford.
The winning design for the Arkansas quarter was submitted by Arkansas University student, William Mattox.
"Apparently, the duct tape holding the two dimes and nickel together keeps jamming the coin-operated devices."
Sunday, December 14, 2003
1. Incapable of being corrected or reformed: an incorrigible criminal.
2. Firmly rooted; ineradicable: incorrigible faults.
3. Difficult or impossible to control or manage: an incorrigible, spoiled child.
Quicken.com - News Center: Hussein's Capture Seen Boosting U.S. Stock Market
Dow Jones Newswires
NEW YORK -- The long-awaited capture of fallen Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein is expected to fuel a rise in U.S. stock prices early Monday, market experts said Sunday.
"As the war goes on, obviously there's going to be good news and bad news. In this case it's good news. And the response will be, in my judgment, up," said Hugh Johnson, chief investment officer at First Albany in Albany, N.Y. "You should have a fairly strong opening tomorrow."
How naïve are these people? When news is good, they buy more stock? Good news makes them spend more time at the feeding trough? How does the capture of one man suddenly make stocks more valuable than they were twelve hours earlier?
Saturday, December 13, 2003
Friday, December 12, 2003
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Monday, December 08, 2003
Friday, December 05, 2003
Only in America. How fucking fat and stupid have we become? Fucking veal waiting to be eaten.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Monday, December 01, 2003
Sunday, November 30, 2003
Saturday, November 29, 2003
It felt sad."
me: I want somebody to share
her: i drubk
me: share the rest of my life
her: look elsewhere
me: share my innermost thoughts
her: you big sap
me: know my intimate details
her: are you singing?
me: someone who'll stand by my side
her: i need to go bed
me: and give me support
her: need to wake up in the am's
me: yes I'm singing
her: i ain;'t gonna marry you
her: nite nite
*** her signed off at Sat Nov 29 03:17:05 2003.
Friday, November 28, 2003
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Monday, November 24, 2003
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Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun."
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
I was really hungry when I got home, but I didn't feel like making anything. I remembered a burrito I'd gotten two nights ago that I hadn't eaten (I ordered a bunch of grub and didn't finish it all.) So I bite in and the shit has beef in it. Fucking hell, why can't the mexican food places in this town do anything right?
Monday, November 17, 2003
Sunday, November 16, 2003
her: don't mow at me
her: you cats are all alike
her: random nonsense
me: we cats are not all the same
me: some of us have black stripes
me: some of us have orange
me: some of us prefer tuna
me: some of us prefer trout
her: is this some kind of poem?
me: off the tip of my tongue
her: i go bed
me: but I'm not like those cats
*** her signed off
Saturday, November 15, 2003
Friday, November 14, 2003
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Monday, November 10, 2003
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Saturday, November 08, 2003
Friday, November 07, 2003
Yeah, lies lies and more lies. What about Shoshana?
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Sunday, November 02, 2003
Saturday, November 01, 2003
Friday, October 31, 2003
Thursday, October 30, 2003
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
That is understood. But after all, it is the leaders of the
country who determine the policy and it is always a simple
matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy,
a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dic-
tatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought
to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to
do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the
peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country
to danger. It works the same in any country.."
- Hermann Goering
Nazi SS Officer, on or about 18 April 1946
Monday, October 27, 2003
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Friday, October 24, 2003
I was getting testy at my friends as we were having trouble moving. We went to eat at Metro Pizza. I ordered a pitcher of Newcastle. My cohorts snidely commented that it was just for me. It was, really, but they drank some of it as well. They had huge pasta dishes that probably weighed more than I do while I stared down at a dinner salad. I got ranch dressing; even though I think I should be avoiding it, it's safe and easy.
We resumed moving. On the last load, I said that I would remain behind. We don't have internet access, TV, stereo, or even a working computer at the new place yet and I knew that I'd still be up for another 4 or 5 hours. When I got back in my apartment, I just sat down with a beer and tried to decompress. I remembered a piece of (snail) mail from the electric company. 48 hour disconnect. I look at the date on it, 10/24, today. I start to panic. I really don't want to get my power shut off again. I can sleep at the new place, I know, but I won't have anything that would keep me sane.
I felt so limp when my power was shut off before. The life and light of my home came to a screaming halt. One can live in a cabin without power, but not an apartment.
I wanted to run. Or to drink enough to put me to sleep quickly. Or to just sleep in the closet where it's dark and quiet. Instead, I put some beer in my backpack and head to the new apartment. It might be the St. John's Wort, but I managed some strength. I managed a plan. I'd call the electric company to get another day, then ask my new housemate to drive me to pay the bill before work tomorrow.
I make it to the new apartment, he isn't there. No panic, I set off to his partner's new apartment. It's just a block away. I lose my way (I don't know the area well.) I knock; she speaks through the door.
"Give me a moment"
I guess she's putting on a shirt. I don't know why she needs to be modest. She opens the door, but just. I don't understand the posture. When someone I know knocks on my door, I open it wide and they come in, no matter how brief the visit.
I ask if he is here.
"He's gone to the new place"
"I must have just missed him on the road"
(We are both walking.) I go back to the new apartment and he is bathing. He doesn't notice my entrance. I step outside to smoke a clove. As I finish, he steps out of the bath. He startles at my entrance. I tell him about the bill.
"How much do you need?" He reaches for his wallet.
"I have enough to cover it, I just need to get it there"
I feel good that he would loan me the cash. I feel better that I don't need it. I just need a ride. His partner took claim of the car, however. He must be at work in 5 hours. He had said that he was calling in sick to work today, but now it seems that he will go in. I write a check and leave him the bill. His bus trip involves a layover near the electric company's office. He can pay it after work.
I leave to make the call to get an extension. The system is down. I return to tell Ian then leave for (my old) home. I drink some beer and chat with friends online. I finally call. It turns out that I have all day Friday to pay the bill and I won't get turned off until Saturday. So if the check gets to the office (I'm sure it will) I have no problem.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Monday, October 20, 2003
"Pay up or pull out"
-Sen. John McCain on Meet the Press
The FCC was established by the Communications Act of 1934 "For the purpose of regulating interstate and foreign commerce in communication by wire and radio so as to make available, so far as possible, to all the people of the United States, without discrimination on the basis of race, color, religion, national origin, or sex, a rapid, efficient, Nationwide, and world-wide wire and radio communication service with adequate facilities at reasonable charges..." It seems to me that they have been used to shut down alternate points of view for the sole purpose of protecting commerce. I can understand wanting to regulate the airwaves only so far as to make sure that stations don't broadcast on top of each other. If you don't like what the station plays, tune to another. By limiting choices and shutting down microstations they limit our choices and only make the air free for corporate rape. Grr. Makes me want to go all Pump Up the Volume and shit.
Sunday, October 19, 2003
"Avoid the following substances when using St.-John's-wort: Amino acids tryptophan and tyrosine; amphetamines; asthma inhalants; beer, coffee, wine; chocolate, fava beans, salami, smoked or pickled foods, and yogurt; cold or hay fever medicines; diet pills; narcotics; nasal decongestants. They all contain chemicals that react adversely to hypericin, causing high blood pressure and nausea."
Beer and pickles! I don't want to give those up! Oh well, I suppose I can switch to wine or whiskey.
Saturday, October 18, 2003
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Sunday, October 12, 2003
Saturday, October 11, 2003
but control freaks can lick my taint. Reuters (via CNN) is reporting that a Muslim girl was suspended from her elementary school for refusing to remove her hijab. The school, in an attempt to further control students’ lives and impose their own morbid sensibilities on a generation that wants little to do with them, forbid the wearing of any headgear, including hijabs and yarmulkes. If you make all these kids dress the same, will the be easier to control? Will they listen to your commands? Do their homework every night? Or just resent your fucking guts and start mixing Ricin and ANFO? I can understand prohibiting ceremonial daggers being worn in some areas of public life, but not religious clothing and accessories. I’ll continue to point and laugh at the stupid shits that wear such things, but they should be allowed to wear them.
"Israel made a wise decision when it decided to bomb Syria on October 5th. As a result, the Palestinian terrorist organization Islamic Jihad has called a halt to all suicide bombings. The parents of the 29-year-old female suicide bomber who blew herself up inside Maxim's restaurant in Haifa on Saturday have sent a letter of apology to the Israeli Prime Minister, Ariel Sharon, and to the Mayor of Haifa. In their letter they state explicitly that they would have expected no more fitting a punishment than the demolition of their family home, the measure taken by the IDF after the bombing, and that they are saddened and bewildered by their daughter's action. "We accept our displacement with dignity and take upon ourselves full responsibility for our daughter's senseless action," they wrote. In response to this unprecedented letter, Israeli military authorities stationed outside Jenin offered relatives of the dead woman a thirty-minute reprieve from all travel restrictions, issuing them temporary passes for free travel throughout the northern West Bank if curfew is lifted within the next 24 hours."
Friday, October 10, 2003
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
"The word 'f---ing' my be crude and offensive, but, in the context presented here, did not describe sexual or excretory organs or activities," the bureau wrote.
"Rather, the performer used the word 'f---ing' as an adjective or expletive to emphasize an exclamation. Indeed, in similar circumstances, we have found that offensive language used as an insult rather than as a description of sexual or excretory activities or organs is not within the scope of the commission's prohibition of indecent program content."
Someone somewhere in that bloated bureaucracy got a clue.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
A strong espresso coffee topped with steamed frothed milk."
Now if you ordered a latte, would you expect it to come back with ice in it? With no "steamed frothed milk" making lovely frothy goodness on top? Well, I kind of expected a hot drink and instead got something with ice in it. What a way to start my day.
Israel invading Syria before we do. Sigh.
Friday, October 03, 2003
Sunday, September 28, 2003
Saturday, September 27, 2003
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Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Saturday, September 20, 2003
"Washington, DC - U.S. Senator Dianne Feinstein (D-Calif.) has called upon the Department of Justice to aggressively enforce a law that makes it illegal to distribute bombmaking information with the knowledge or intent that the information will be used to commit a violent federal crime. "
Feinstein is a fascist pig.
Friday, September 19, 2003
Fri Sep 19,12:48 PM ET
By MATTHEW FORDAHL, AP Technology Writer
SAN JOSE, Calif. - George Frideric Handel has at least one thing in common with Eminem (news - web sites) and other modern artists: his music was slapped with an 'explicit' warning at Apple Computer Inc.'s online iTunes Music Store. "
This is some seriously fucked up shit. What's next? A diaper on David?
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
Monday, September 15, 2003
Sunday, September 14, 2003
Saturday, September 13, 2003
A------: I was looking in the Wall Street Journal that someone in my building doesn't pick up so I get to read it, looking through the "Distinctive Properties." And there was an island off Bermuda for sale. And I thought of you instantly. Then I said, no.. no.. it would have to be in International Waters so he could traffic in stolen data and narcotics more easily.
Friday, September 12, 2003
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Sunday, September 07, 2003
Saturday, September 06, 2003
It's like a donkey show, if you go in a group you're curious, if you go alone you're looking for donkey dong.
Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing?
Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God?
Monday, September 01, 2003
canned black beans
spaghetti or angel hair pasta
canned refried beans (vegetarian)
salad dressing (ranch or vinaigrette, depending on my mood)
pepper jack cheese
Morningstar veggie corn dogs
Morningstar veggie buffalo wings
Flinstone’s chewable vitamins
Manischewitz soup mix (Hearty bean or lentil)
I don't know, maybe it was all the government cheese I had as a child.
Saturday, August 30, 2003
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
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Saturday, August 23, 2003
Sat Aug 23, 5:21 AM ET
By PAUL CHAVEZ, Associated Press Writer
WEST COVINA, Calif. - Two young men shown in a surveillance videotape released by the FBI (news - web sites) are the prime suspects in a $2.5 million vandalism and arson spree that targeted sports utility vehicles parked at car dealerships and on city streets, officials said.
Slogans such as "Fat, Lazy Americans" and "I (heart) pollution" were painted on vehicles during the early Friday attacks concentrated in Los Angeles' eastern suburbs in the San Gabriel Valley.
So the Earth Liberation Front (ELF, get it?) likes to burninate SUV dealerships. Don't try this at home, kids. I'm not sure if one should say "take the trust fund and get a position of power to change the world" like one commentator on Fark or "eat the rich". Either way.
Sunday, August 17, 2003
Friday, August 15, 2003
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
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Sunday, August 10, 2003
Man Gets 1 Year for How-To on Explosives
The Sherman Oaks resident, now 20, posted instructions for making Molotov cocktails and other devices on an anarchist Web site.
By David Rosenzweig
Times Staff Writer
August 5 2003
A 20-year-old Sherman Oaks man was sentenced to one year in federal prison Monday for offering recipes on how to make Molotov cocktails and other explosive devices on an anarchist Web site he operated.
The complete article can be viewed here.
This really fucking pisses me off. “Land of the free” my skinny white ass. I’m not a criminal and I don’t have any grand plans to bomb anything but I like to know how such things work. I’ve read up on Ricin manufacture, Molotov cocktails, synthesizing drugs, and whatever else I could find. I’ve read military handbooks, poorly constructed web sites, and even very detailed Usenet postings. If I wanted to bomb something, I certainly would not be so stupid as to advertise the fact that I know how to make bombs on a web site. I’d want to be able to get away with it. Sherman Austin, the guy who got arrested, is (was) the webmaster for http://www.raisethefist.com, a nice source for anarchist information. It's stuff like this that makes people go postal, not the availability of information.
Saturday, August 09, 2003
Sou o sonho de tua esperança,
tua febre que nunca descansa,
O delírio que te há de matar!...
I am the dream of your hope,
your fever that never rests,
the delirium that has you to kill...
(Translation by Babelfish)
Thursday, August 07, 2003
In other news, there's a proposed amendment to allow people that have been US citizens for 20 years to be president. Of course at the moment (per the original text of the constitution) you have to been born here to be president. This amendment is being introduced by Orrin Hatch. It would mean that Ah-nold could run for president. Geh.
"Some other lessons I've learned in life:
Don't ever date anyone who drinks harder than me.
Don't ever date anyone who runs slackware.
Don't ever date someone who cries just before, during, or after sex.
Don't ever date someone who tries to convert you.
Don't marry someone just to escape a bad situation (Thanks for this
one, mom and dad!)
You'd think these things were all common sense but we stupid humans
have learned the hard way over the years. What the Hell. I'm smarter
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
I got my first testimonial from a friend; it made me laugh.
“jim is simultaneously the most obnoxious and the most loveable person i know. he can drink a man three times his size under the table and still go home and round it off with a few shots of whiskey before bed. he's freakishly strong for his size. and stunningly good in bed. even if you're not into sodomy”
That’s about right, I think. At 115 lbs. I can drink a 12 pack on an empty stomach and still be down for some blitz chess. I can move everything I own by myself. Well, the couch would be difficult to get down the stairs; I’d probably need to cut my nails. Good in bed? Well, I’ve had some practice. Most of the women I’ve been with have had problems getting off so I take my time to make sure my partner feels as good as I do. I don’t like to just stick it in and get off, but I’m learning that some women can get off in a few minutes just like guys. Oh yeah, sodomy. Let's not forget sodomy.
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
Sunday, August 03, 2003
Friday, August 01, 2003
Thursday, July 31, 2003
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor—come up screaming
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered"
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
So after work on Monday, I was dropped of on Spencer and Flamingo by a coworker. I began walking past the SRO (which used to be Club 662, owned by Suge Knight and his destination the night Tupac got capped) towards Play of the Day, a smaller bar right next to Albertson's. I got to it but something about it made me turn around and head home. I took off my backpack and rinsed off as well as I could in the cool water. I left again, undecided as to my destination. I wound up at Cheer's, just across from UNLV. It has a seedy, downtime vibe with bad metal on the jukebox and emo kids playing pool. I had a few Newcastles and a shot of Jager. It was enough to take the edge off and I stumbled home. My apartment is rather messy at the moment and seeing it under the pale light of a flashlight made it seem pathetic. I went to sleep on the couch hoping the sunlight would wake me up early enough to go to the power company and get to work on time. I got up at 10-something and managed to leave at about 11. Forgetting my bus schedule, I walked to Maryland Parkway. The lunchtime traffic is awful there. There were over a dozen people waiting for the bus. One finally arrived at about 11:30. I had to take it all the way down to Sahara, the edge of what I know of Las Vegas. It's a rather busy intersection. I remember a friend that takes the Sahara bus telling me that it sucks ass but I haven't had much experience with it. Before I got a bank account, I had to take this bus to get to a casino that would cash my check (I also didn't have a local ID so cashing my check was an issue for a few months.) The bus took 45 minutes to get there, it's supposed to run every 30 minutes. That intersection is bleak, like much of this city I suppose. There is a KFC, Taco Bell, auto audio shop, 7-11, and a few other stores but absolutely no grass or shade. At least it was only 100 degrees and not hotter. I got a Gatorade from the 7-11. When the bus did finally show up it's airconditioner was on nuclear winter, cooling me down some. Some rather dumb Canadians were sitting next to me, fat as americans but better groomed. They had left the comfort of the Strip to go to some fat lady shop called Joanne's or something. It was funny to hear them try to say "Decatur", the name of the street the shop is on, "Deck-a-tour" instead of "Dee-cater". It took quite a while to get all the way up to Jones (again on the far edge of what I know of this city) but I was relieved to finally be there. It took me a moment to find the electric company (it's a really huge building that you have to try not to find) and make my way in. There is an express lane for paying bills so I tried that one first. No dice, get in the long queue with people screaming and drooling on themselves. Great, I thought this was going to be somewhat better than the DMV or welfare office. It took maybe a half hour to get to a window. The woman behind the counter was somewhat dispassionate. "Are you paying the full balance or just the past due?" I thought I'd have to pay way more than that, so I paid just the past due so I'd have some cash for ramen and smokes. I asked if they could have the power on the next day, she said it should be on that night. At least I have an excuse to still go in to work, air conditioning and bandwidth. As I was crossing Sahara on my way back to the bus, the bus just passed me. I sortof lucked out because it was an express bus; I wouldn't have to wait that long for the next one but it would take longer to get to work. On the bus finally, we pass another bus that had broken down 40 minutes earlier. That had to be rough for some people. A rather loud man from that bus sat next to me, holding a 128 meg SDRAM chip. He is upgrading from a 64 meg chip. I tell him he paid too much for it (I'm worse than a Jew when it comes to computer gear.) He couldn't pronounce things well, like he was deaf or something, but he talked quite a bit. I didn't mind listening for a few. He was telling me about his computer. I'm glad he has something in his life, a way to make connections and a way to find entertainment. He lives on disability and would have had a rather more difficult life twenty years ago, I think. Having a PC with internet access is better than having a cat for the homebound, IMHO. He wasn't all that bad, but his voice bothered me after a time so I moved back in the bus at one of the stops. I hope he wasn't offended. I got all the way down to Pecos (clear the fuck across town by my standards, but less than half of the city if you count the suburbs and such) where I had to wait for another bus. Of course that one was late as well, but I still managed to get to work by 15:40, just 10 minutes late. Needless to say I was beat, the whole adventure took 4 and a half hours. Work went by fairly quickly and I left a little early.
Monday, July 28, 2003
t: no, just irony
A: Okay. Wasn't sure.
t: and in SF it's called "Fishing for a date"
A: hehehe. If I was reading it at a bus stop, yes.
Saturday, July 26, 2003
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Wednesday, July 16, 2003
"The position I’ve always taken is that it’s the church’s business to decide who they can marry and who they can’t marry."
By extension, marriage is the province of the church. We strive for a government that is separate from churchly matters. Ergo, marriage is not something that should have any legal status. Q.E.D.