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Friday, February 18, 2005


What the Rest of the World Watched on Inauguration Day

What the Rest of the World Watched on Inauguration Day

"The survival of liberty in our land increasingly depends on the success of liberty in other lands."

Fuck you, King George. I say fuck you for every single child who has to see their mother or father killed, who has to feel their parents' blood on their young, innocent skin, who's last look at their parents is at an exit wound.

Being a parent myself, I am especially shaken by stories and photos such as these. It breaks my heart to think of my son waking up in the middle of the night, crying for me, while I'm at work. Sure, my roommate will comfort him, and make sure he's o.k.; but imagining the terror that must rip through his little heart those few moments he thinks he's all alone kills me. Imagining him lost, or worse, abducted, takes me places in my mind that frighten me more than anything.

So to see a picture of a child, screaming in the dark, covered in her parents' blood, crouching at the feet of an American soldier, chills my soul while it breaks my heart, and further galvanizes my hatred of Bush 43. May the grief you and your administration have visited upon the world haunt you to your last damned breath.

You think this little girl is screaming, "Liberty"?
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Tuesday, February 15, 2005


Why Rats Don't Have Beer Bellies

Why Don't Rats Have Beer Bellies?

Because they don't drink beer! Duh.

I know a lot of research relies on lab rats, but sometimes it just seems so, please excuse me, retarded. "Let's see... I wonder why human beings get fat when they drink and eat too much... Hey! Why aren't all these rats fat? Let's feed 'em some beer and see what happens." Sounds a little too much like a bunch of bored frat boys, fuckin' with the house dog. Hey, better living through science, no?

St. Valentine's Day - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

St. Valentine's Day - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Getting to the root of a holiday is kinda like explaining a joke; there is understanding and clarity, but it's at the cost of no longer being carried away by the humour of the punchline, or levity of the holiday.

That our modern, Hallmark holiday stems from ancient fertility rites makes more sense than a celebration of some old heretic's beheading. Kind of a tough sell for the greeting card market, that one. Dear Valentine, I'm HEAD over heels for you!

Friday, February 11, 2005


Who Served?

This is just way too blatant! All these schmucks who never served make decisions that send young men and women off to war, something they've never had to do, and neither will their children, as long as they stay in bed with big corporations and collect on mad tax cuts, and can afford all the deferments. Bastards.

Thursday, February 10, 2005


MediaCitizen: Gannon Quits After Blogger Inquiry


More by Mark Osborne

Claymation has always seemed a little creepy to me. Even when I was a kid, watching Rudolph, that elf who wanted to be a dentist, and that hoary old prospector battle the Bumble, and campaign for all those misfit toys, their jerky, but uninterrupted movements never sold me like a cartoon did. That might've been part of the reason I never believed in Santa Claus. Maybe if he'd been worked into an episode or two on my favourite anime, or on Scooby-Doo, even if it was one of those cheesy, musical-montage-chase-scene episodes that featured the Monkees.

Anyway, I came across this the other night, and I really struggled to get back some happy after watching it.

Homestar always brings me back to happy.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005


Religious Right Fights Science for the Heart of America

Religious Right Fights Science for the Heart of America: "Creationists Take Their Challenge to Evolution Theory into the Classroom

by Suzanne Goldenberg in Kansas City

Al Frisby has spent the better part of his life in rooms filled with rebellious teenagers, but the last years have been particularly trying for the high school biology teacher. He has met parents who want him to teach that God created Eve out of Adam's rib, and then then adjusted the chromosomes to make her a woman, and who insist that Noah invited dinosaurs aboard the ark. And it is getting more difficult to keep such talk out of the classroom. "

What the fuck is going on?

You know, if the situation really is this grim, this big, then maybe Georgie really did win the election.

Monday, February 07, 2005


GOP/Bush and the Prince of Peace

GOP/Bush and the Prince of Peace

Why am I seeing this only now?

Sunday, February 06, 2005


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Friday, February 04, 2005


Doesn't it just figure...

How many times have you made a grand statement, only to contradict youself soon after? Last Saturday night/Sunday morning, I was going on about not being able to meet anyone, how the only place I really meet people is at work, and that I don't feel comfortable trawling for numbers at my places of employment. Then wouldn't you know it, the next night at work, I got a number from someone I met a few nights prior. Leave it to me to prove myself wrong!

Edit: 2.15.05
Let me just say that it's just more of the same. Girl graciously, if a bit demurely, acquiesces to digital contact information request; girl becomes extermely busy.

Thursday, February 03, 2005


Bust it

This is my first blog, other than what I have on MySpace.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this. Perhaps I'll involve some music and art; stuff I hear when my ear's to the ground.

I'm sick right now. Not too bad; I made the mistake of doing taiji in the wind--an admonition I took too lightly, apparently.

I've also, just today, resumed my high-speed connection to the information superhighway. This time, I bought a modem (so I wouldn't have to rent one from Cox @ $10/month), and a wireless router (so I can use my laptop around the house--well, on the couch, or out in the backyard, at least!). Plus, I got a sweet deal on the modem & router.
Write to me if you'd like to know about a half-off deal on shit like that.

That's all for now. Nanoo Nanoo.