Wednesday, November 29, 2006
23 minutes into the future
William Shatner as game show host?
Not even close.
William Shatner is God.
The only thing missing are blipverts.
Or are they?
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Not even close.
William Shatner is God.
The only thing missing are blipverts.
Or are they?
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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
the perils of advocacy
Sometimes it is really difficult to diplomatically be a strong advocate for your child.
Sometimes you just want to let all calm dignity and rationality fly out the window on the piercing volume of a scream and just wail on the focus of your anger, however possibly misguided. You just want to lash out at those whose behavior, both real and imagined (even with the best of intentions) threatens to harm your child or do him wrong.
Today is one of those days.
But I will not scream. I will take a deep breath and slowly exhale as I continue to smile and nod. I am in an awkward position. I am a teacher. My son, The Boy, is a student in another class at my school. There is a disagreement as to how to best meet his needs. That is the diplomatic way to express it.
Given the nature of The Boy this is about much more than subtraction or spelling or more traditional school needs. As you are well aware, my dear reader, The Boy has some significant medical issues. Our decisions and actions have potentially far-reaching and life-altering consequences.
I am finding that my role as coworker is inhibiting my ability to speak freely in my role as parent.
It fucking sucks.
What to do?
Smile. . . nod, fuck off.
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Sometimes you just want to let all calm dignity and rationality fly out the window on the piercing volume of a scream and just wail on the focus of your anger, however possibly misguided. You just want to lash out at those whose behavior, both real and imagined (even with the best of intentions) threatens to harm your child or do him wrong.
Today is one of those days.
But I will not scream. I will take a deep breath and slowly exhale as I continue to smile and nod. I am in an awkward position. I am a teacher. My son, The Boy, is a student in another class at my school. There is a disagreement as to how to best meet his needs. That is the diplomatic way to express it.
Given the nature of The Boy this is about much more than subtraction or spelling or more traditional school needs. As you are well aware, my dear reader, The Boy has some significant medical issues. Our decisions and actions have potentially far-reaching and life-altering consequences.
I am finding that my role as coworker is inhibiting my ability to speak freely in my role as parent.
It fucking sucks.
What to do?
Smile. . . nod, fuck off.
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Saturday, November 25, 2006
getting ready
Today is the day we set up and start Christmas.
My dear reader, no doubt you know me as a heretic, blasphemer, and outright non-believer. Through either lack of faith or intelligent curiousity I stopped believing in the myth of Christmas around the same time I realized that Santa was a concept and not a physical Claus. So please be not surprised.
I am very excited.
I appreciate the spirit of the season, and The Wife, well. . . she gets fucking elated. Her enthusiasm is fucking contagious.
It is also the first Christmas in our new home.
Like all moments, it is transitory and fleeting, and will never come again.
Before the day is done, I suspect that the recognition of this fact will lead to at least one trip to Garden Ridge to acquire a new tree, and other ornamentation all shiny and new. And now there is also the entire exterior of a house to light up like the Fourth of July for the 25th of December.
This causes me some anxiety, because this will also result in another credit card slowly inching back up towards its maximum. While not over our heads, buying a house this summer has definitely got us up to our shoulders.
But which do you value more. . .
Your money or your memories?
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My dear reader, no doubt you know me as a heretic, blasphemer, and outright non-believer. Through either lack of faith or intelligent curiousity I stopped believing in the myth of Christmas around the same time I realized that Santa was a concept and not a physical Claus. So please be not surprised.
I am very excited.
I appreciate the spirit of the season, and The Wife, well. . . she gets fucking elated. Her enthusiasm is fucking contagious.
It is also the first Christmas in our new home.
Like all moments, it is transitory and fleeting, and will never come again.
Before the day is done, I suspect that the recognition of this fact will lead to at least one trip to Garden Ridge to acquire a new tree, and other ornamentation all shiny and new. And now there is also the entire exterior of a house to light up like the Fourth of July for the 25th of December.
This causes me some anxiety, because this will also result in another credit card slowly inching back up towards its maximum. While not over our heads, buying a house this summer has definitely got us up to our shoulders.
But which do you value more. . .
Your money or your memories?
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Wednesday, November 22, 2006
toast
Saturday, November 18, 2006
true, very true
You scored as Good Job you havn't ever eatin poop!. Wow you've never eatin' poop before. Your parents must be so proud.
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tell me who are you
You scored as Dante Alighieri. According to you most of humanity will spend at least some of their afterlife in hell. You have a high likelihood of being exiled, but anyone as bloody fucking romantic as you deserves what they get. You have an exceptional moral code, overshadowed by the fact that you yourself cannot uphold it.
Your existence bears a definite irony, although of fairly Christian morality, many pagans, satanists, communists, and intellectuals admire you and your works for all the wrong reasons.
Also, the brighest star in your sky is never going to be your lover...
It takes a lot of grief to be the cartographer of hell.
Dante Alighieri | 100% | ||
C.G. Jung | 92% | ||
Jesus Christ | 75% | ||
Friedrich Nietzsche | 75% | ||
Stephen Hawking | 67% | ||
Miyamoto Musashi | 67% | ||
Adolf Hitler | 58% | ||
Elvis Presley | 50% | ||
Mother Teresa | 50% | ||
Sigmund Freud | 50% | ||
Charles Manson | 42% | ||
Hugh Hefner | 33% | ||
Steven Morrissey | 25% | ||
O.J. Simpson | 25% |
What Pseudo Historical Figure Best Suits You?
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Friday, November 17, 2006
scam you right back
Last time I tried to play along, no one ever wrote back. Perhaps I'll have more luck this time.
From today's electronic correspondence. . .
From: "albert quattara"
Subject: From Albert Quattara (Urgent Matter)
Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 15:39:24 +0000
Good day to you!
I am requesting for your assistance in a transaction of Considerable gain for both of us.
I am Mr. albert T.quattara, I was one of the scarcity agents of Mr. Charles Taylor ex-president of Liberal, and I use to carry Gold, Diamond and Funds to Ghana from there I make arrangement to move them to his foreign associate in America, Europe and Asia. Before he was arrested in Nigeria and taking to face the United Nation War Criminal Court. I was making arrangement of moving of some funds (15million dollars) and about 150kg of Gold dust for him to Asia for his foreign associate which I later deposited with a security financial company in Ghana after his arrest.
I am asking for your assistance and involvement so that we can get these funds and Gold dust for ourselves and if you can also arrange for buyer after moving them out of Africa. You will be required to come down to Ghana personally for this transaction to be completed.
I assure you that everything will go smoothly if you choose to be part of this transaction.
If you do decide to get involved then I expect total commitment from you and I am offering you 50% of the total funds after selling the Gold dust.
If you are interested in this deal, then contact me immediately via email (furnished above) for further details.
I am presenting residing in Abidjan – Cote D’ Ivoire.
thanke for your time
regards,
Mr. albert T. quattara.
Oooh, I've never considered the possibility of making a fortune dealing in gold dust. How exciting! My response. . .
Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 10:47:17 -0800 (PST)
Subject: Re: From Albert Quattara (Urgent Matter)
To: albert_quattara@yahoo.co.uk
My Dear Mr. Quattara,
What a great pleasure it is to hear from you sir, how most fortuitous is your solicitation! I will gladly assist you in a transaction of Considerable gain for both of us.
You see sir, current circumstance necessitate that I travel to Ghana in the near future to attend to a rather unpleasant personal matter. So that you will better understand the nature of my predicament, I shall share with you details of my current situation.
Unfortunately for my mother, God rest her soul, my youngest sister Olphelia does not make prudent choices. Olphelia currently finds herself in the indentured employment of a tall Swede who calls himself Jens. Over the course of the past few years Mr. Jens has earned a rather considerable fortune providing the services of attractive and fair-skinned young European girls to local government officials and visiting dignitaries. He operates his business through the back of a bookshop in the heart of the Labadi district in Accra. Pleasure beach indeed. It seems as though Olphelia's recreational habits have caused her indebtedness to Mr. Jens, and oh baby, some habits are hard to break. Sadly, my poor sweet sister continues to ride the white horse while being ridden by members of the ruling party.
As my poor mother, God rest her soul, would surely die if she was not dead already at the thought of her fair flower being on the receiving end of a Dirty Sanchez delivered by the Mayor of Tema, I have taken upon myself to save my sister from her current sqaulorous state.
I will be traveling to Ghana very soon. I fly from Heathrow to Accra on the 23rd. If you still have interest to proceed with this transaction, please meet with me on the morning of the 25th.
I will be having coffee at a delicatessen operated by an associate, an American ex-patriate Jew from New York, a Mr. Hasselstein, across from the main market on the north side.
I shall know you by the order you place, a pastrami on rye with extra mustard and a kosher dill on the side.
And believe you me sir, I shall come prepared for business. "Send lawyers, guns, and money" as the great poet Warren Zevon once sang. I shall be stocked up on at least two of the three.
good day to you sir.
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From today's electronic correspondence. . .
From: "albert quattara"
Subject: From Albert Quattara (Urgent Matter)
Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 15:39:24 +0000
Good day to you!
I am requesting for your assistance in a transaction of Considerable gain for both of us.
I am Mr. albert T.quattara, I was one of the scarcity agents of Mr. Charles Taylor ex-president of Liberal, and I use to carry Gold, Diamond and Funds to Ghana from there I make arrangement to move them to his foreign associate in America, Europe and Asia. Before he was arrested in Nigeria and taking to face the United Nation War Criminal Court. I was making arrangement of moving of some funds (15million dollars) and about 150kg of Gold dust for him to Asia for his foreign associate which I later deposited with a security financial company in Ghana after his arrest.
I am asking for your assistance and involvement so that we can get these funds and Gold dust for ourselves and if you can also arrange for buyer after moving them out of Africa. You will be required to come down to Ghana personally for this transaction to be completed.
I assure you that everything will go smoothly if you choose to be part of this transaction.
If you do decide to get involved then I expect total commitment from you and I am offering you 50% of the total funds after selling the Gold dust.
If you are interested in this deal, then contact me immediately via email (furnished above) for further details.
I am presenting residing in Abidjan – Cote D’ Ivoire.
thanke for your time
regards,
Mr. albert T. quattara.
Oooh, I've never considered the possibility of making a fortune dealing in gold dust. How exciting! My response. . .
Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 10:47:17 -0800 (PST)
Subject: Re: From Albert Quattara (Urgent Matter)
To: albert_quattara@yahoo.co.uk
My Dear Mr. Quattara,
What a great pleasure it is to hear from you sir, how most fortuitous is your solicitation! I will gladly assist you in a transaction of Considerable gain for both of us.
You see sir, current circumstance necessitate that I travel to Ghana in the near future to attend to a rather unpleasant personal matter. So that you will better understand the nature of my predicament, I shall share with you details of my current situation.
Unfortunately for my mother, God rest her soul, my youngest sister Olphelia does not make prudent choices. Olphelia currently finds herself in the indentured employment of a tall Swede who calls himself Jens. Over the course of the past few years Mr. Jens has earned a rather considerable fortune providing the services of attractive and fair-skinned young European girls to local government officials and visiting dignitaries. He operates his business through the back of a bookshop in the heart of the Labadi district in Accra. Pleasure beach indeed. It seems as though Olphelia's recreational habits have caused her indebtedness to Mr. Jens, and oh baby, some habits are hard to break. Sadly, my poor sweet sister continues to ride the white horse while being ridden by members of the ruling party.
As my poor mother, God rest her soul, would surely die if she was not dead already at the thought of her fair flower being on the receiving end of a Dirty Sanchez delivered by the Mayor of Tema, I have taken upon myself to save my sister from her current sqaulorous state.
I will be traveling to Ghana very soon. I fly from Heathrow to Accra on the 23rd. If you still have interest to proceed with this transaction, please meet with me on the morning of the 25th.
I will be having coffee at a delicatessen operated by an associate, an American ex-patriate Jew from New York, a Mr. Hasselstein, across from the main market on the north side.
I shall know you by the order you place, a pastrami on rye with extra mustard and a kosher dill on the side.
And believe you me sir, I shall come prepared for business. "Send lawyers, guns, and money" as the great poet Warren Zevon once sang. I shall be stocked up on at least two of the three.
good day to you sir.
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Sunday, November 12, 2006
sunday
Please my dear reader, do not take offense, I do love you quite dearly.
I am just not going to answer the phone today.
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I am just not going to answer the phone today.
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Wednesday, November 08, 2006
election news
Midterm Election 2006?
Fuck that shit, homie! That is sooooo old news.
Well, maybe not that old, but yesterday is already in the past. Time to look towards the future.
Remember my dear reader, you read it here first. . .
Obama-Ford in 2008!
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Fuck that shit, homie! That is sooooo old news.
Well, maybe not that old, but yesterday is already in the past. Time to look towards the future.
Remember my dear reader, you read it here first. . .
Obama-Ford in 2008!
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Sunday, November 05, 2006
room 101
U.S. Seeks Silence on CIA Prisons
Court Is Asked to Bar Detainees From Talking About Interrogations
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Court Is Asked to Bar Detainees From Talking About Interrogations
By Carol D. Leonnig and Eric RichRoom 101.
Washington Post Staff Writers
Saturday, November 4, 2006; Page A01
The Bush administration has told a federal judge that terrorism suspects held in secret CIA prisons should not be allowed to reveal details of the "alternative interrogation methods" that their captors used to get them to talk.
The government says in new court filings that those interrogation methods are now among the nation's most sensitive national security secrets and that their release -- even to the detainees' own attorneys -- "could reasonably be expected to cause extremely grave damage."
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chills me to the bone
Nov. 3, 2006 — An ABC News undercover investigation showed Army recruiters telling students that the war in Iraq was over, in an effort to get them to enlist.
ABC News and New York affiliate WABC equipped students with hidden video cameras before they visited 10 Army recruitment offices in New York, New Jersey and Connecticut.
"Nobody is going over to Iraq anymore?" one student asks a recruiter.
"No, we're bringing people back," he replies.
"We're not at war. War ended a long time ago," another recruiter says.
The bastards. The filthy rotten stinking bastards.|
could have been worse?
or possibly better, depending upon which way your wind blows. . .
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The church's bylaws allow for the senior pastor to be disciplined or dismissed for demonstrating immoral conduct, financial misdeeds or preaching heresy.At least he's not a damned heretic.
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