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Friday, November 28, 2003
You Say Neh-Vaa-Dah, I Say Nay-Vah-Dah A non-story: Bush mispronounces Nevada in first presidential visit. But thanks for trying, guys. Let's face it, most Americans pronounce their place names incorrectly. I live in a suburb of St. Louis. Since the canonized Louis was French, we should pronounce it St. Louie. And who knows how one should authentically pronounce Missouri. Residents get into fist fights over it yet, but generations-long blood feuds over long I versus schwa are petering out. Back to the point: Nevada, from el Español, should be pronounced nayVAHdah. Not:
So Bush's pronunciation was a little closer to the original than the current bastardization favored by both native Nevada residents. In two hundred years, after the next great vowel shift, Bush will read like Shakespeare reads to us, no matter how stoopid his critics try to make him sound. You know what the real twist of the box cutter is? People will read Bush's speeches in 200 years. No one will read his opponents' press releases. Book Review: The Joy of Work by Scott Adams (1998) This is a Dilbert book, but not a collection of cartoons. Not exclusively, anyway; Adams manages to illustrate his Dilbertal points with some cartoons, though. The book is schizophrenic. The majority of the book is the kind of humor you would expect from Adams, a wry look at working in the white collar world. It details how you can derive joy from your daily drudgery in pranking your co-workers, avoiding real work, and gaming the discordant system. It features chapters on managing your boss, reverse telecommuting, annoying your co-workers, and surviving meetings. Pretty standard Dilbert stuff. However, about sixty percent of the way through the book, it veers more into personal. Sort of self-helping. Adams describes creativity, as filtered through how a cartoonist works. He describes where creativity comes from, how to manage creativity, and how to be funny. He then talks a bit about criticism, works in an unrelated (but amusing) story about the time he pranked exectuives by pretending to be a corporate image consultant. He finishes the book up with a short peek into his daily writing life and then a short memorial piece to his (or his girlfriend's) cat. The book probably would have been better as two books. Still, it's a quick read. Worth a couple bucks. It affirms and reinforces all my personal bad habits, which is all a "working" man needs sometimes. The Amazon Wish List Due to popular demand (my blog, so to win the popularity contest, a candidate only needs one vote), I have created an Amazon Wish List so all three of my readers can shower me with material goods. Remember, it's better to give than to receive. To make it convenient, I have added a comment link to the template. Any time I move you enough to want to comment, it's a sign that I have done well, and should be rewarded; hence, it takes you directly to the wish list. The best way to comment. With your wallet. Thursday, November 27, 2003
Mark of the Beast? Applied Digital has announced a new service to allow consumers to pay for merchandise using microchips implanted under their skins. Shidoshi, you might ask, should I worry about the implications of this for my own personal paranoia? No, student, this is a false alarm. Applied Digital is a corporation in its last throes of death, but it yet retains a marketing department or a piece of software that generates press releases on a regular basis. Because the company features a chip that goes under the skin, its press releases receive a lot of play in the trades when they want to shock or titilate the public. Implanting payment methods or identification will never become prevalent. You should worry, instead, about the reasons why the powers that want to be won't need you to undergo elective surgery to track you. Meditate on't, child. Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Join In Even James Earl Jones and all the All-Star sales pitching in the world won't help when you come up with business decisions like this: Verizon will charge double expected fees over new rules. Punish previous customers' disloyalty by destroying goodwill among current customers. Buy that man an MBA! Richard Roeper Pushes My Buttons Richard Roeper, accused of living in the Midwest by one of his coastal friends, invents the Middle Coast to refute that fatal accusation:
Not to mention the wonderful people of Chicago -- the "down-to-earth" types with "good solid values," as we're often labeled. And then this nice woman used the term that almost always makes me cringe. The label is favored by East and West Coast types who use it like a pat on the head to tell us how quaint we are, how charming we are -- and what rubes we are. "I just love that whole Midwestern thing," she said. I can't precisely recall the specific wording of what she said next, but there were a few more "down-to-earth" references, and something about how we're so much more "real" than Los Angelenos and New Yorkers, and how it's so refreshing that we're not embarrassed about our love for Wal-Mart and Celine Dion and Krispy Kreme. Then, she mentioned that her husband attended school in the Midwest, and he has family in the Midwest, and she knows a lot of other people from the Midwest, including her college roommate who was from the Midwest -- and at that point I had to cut her off and explain something. Chicago ain't the Midwest. Dude, just move to LA so you can hang out with your movie sophisticates or move to New York so you can hang out with your Esquire cosmopolitans. Is it Friday yet? When's the next Neil Steinberg column due? Share the Love Another one falls to commentitis! The Meatriarchy guy now features comments on his blog. Go tell him what you really think about him. Monday, November 24, 2003
Supplemental Reading Read Roger Simon. He's a blogger. He writes mystery novels. He wears a hat. There's nothing about this man not to like! Apology In Advance Honey, I just want to apologize in advance for the coming time when the Department of Homeland Security kicks in our doors with drawn weapons, when they put a couple of nine millimeter slugs into our nine pound tabby because they feared for their safety, they haul off our myriad computers, and interrogate us for hours on end to prompt us to admit our non-existent guilt or plead guilty to unspecified charges because of what I did today. I didn't mean for it to turn out this way. You see, honey, I went to the opthamologist's office today, and when they called me by my name, I followed the technician into an examination room. She hit me with the requisite salvo of eye drops that rendered me a nocturnal creature in the middle of the afternoon, and then she input my information directly into a workstation. Wow! What an advanced place! A workstation in every exam room! Then the technician told me that the doctor would be in shortly, and then she left the room. Without locking the workstation. After the doctor saw me and assured me I would not need an eyepatch just yet, he asked if there was anything else. So of course I told him the lax security his enterprise offered, leaving patients alone with access to his computer network and his patient records was a very bad thing. He said that restarting the computer would take too long, and he'd have to cut the number of patients he saw in half--not explicitly stating his perceived dilemma of patient information security versus his bank account. He also said that sooner or later you have to trust people, and he trusts his patients wouldn't do anything like that. Hell, I trust people, but we lock the doors here in la casa Noggle even when we're home. So I am sorry, baby. Because when some hacker, cracker, or whatever the bad man terms himself finds himself sitting in that chair while the doctor politely answers all of another patient's questions, this bad man will see what he can do. And if the bad man's not careful, someone will know that someone's been hacking the good doctor's computers, and the good doctor will remember one name was concerned with his security: Noggle. So this will be the thanks I get for trying to spread a little cheerful-but-relevant paranoia into the non-technology fields. Maybe I'll get the lucky double whammy of having my personal information stolen, too. Of course, it's not clear what a bad man would do with my cornea thickness, and I surely didn't share my SSN with anyone unless I'm getting money from them. Honey, I hope you can forgive me. And remember to do some off-site backup of your critical documents because we won't see those PCs again. Christmas Ruined Already 104.1 WMLL "The Mall" in St. Louis has become the first all-Christmas carol radio station. They're touting it, of course, as the first, which should imply the best, but really just means the station whose regular format (greatest hits of the 1980s and 1990s) is most expendable (least profitable) in the stable and spectrums of radio stations owned by the megabroadcaster in this market. Regardless of the bigger implications, I have listened to it somewhat this weekend. I was a little disappointed. They ran more "contemporary" Christmas carols, with electric guitars screeching out "Walking in a Winter Wonderland". Annie Lennox doing Christmas songs? Christmas carols are not the contemporary, they're timeless. They're more croon than synth. Bing Crosby, not Natalie Merchant. I could tolerate the McKenzie Brothers' "Twelve Days of Christmas". It's a light-hearted diversion, and since it's almost thirty years old, I guess it's almost a classic in its own right. I don't quite understand why they played Jewel's "Angel Standing By". I guess it mentions angels, but it's not a Christmas song. At all. But I have banished it from my radio dial not for these lapses, which are really flaws and not transgressions. But banished it I have; I was looking to jumpstart my Christmas spirit through musical transfusion, to enjoy the sounds of the seasons since I am not likely to see snow for Christmas again. But this station's more involved in having its management wink-wink-nudge-nudge that Christmas doesn't have to be traditional, that it can be hip and smirky. That's not why I listen to Christmas music when I bother to listen to Christmas music. So enough already. The transgression? I could have happily gone through my entire life without learning Cheech and Chong did a Christmas song. Sunday, November 23, 2003
Media To Try, Try Again It's not Vietnam....it's Somalia!
We know. But we're resolute. I hope. (Link seen on Drudge Report, a little-known news aggregator. Click through, he can use the exposure.) Update: No, on second though, tell us it's just like Somalia. Which was a debacle because the United States cut and ran too early. That should stiffen our upper lips. A Sentiment I Share At the Volokh Conspiracy, David Bernstein calls this mantra aummed from the mouth of a London attorney the "quote of the day":
Today's Simile Paradox Courtesy of Foreigner:
Like it never did before Google Search of the Day This blog is the 130th result for the search stash safes.A tip of the forty to the nutbar who is so interested in hiding drugs that he or she went through 13 pages of results to find this site. And an extra tip, gratis. Tommy Chong has shown the error of selling drug paraphernelia on the Internet. You're barking up the wrong trees, moondog. Saturday, November 22, 2003
Dual Book Review: Book of Top Ten Lists David Letterman (1990) American Spectator's Enemies List compiled by P.J. O'Rourke (1996) I bought both of these books in the used bookstore orgy that was the last two weekends, and since they're similar in nature, I thought I would review them together. Not only they both humorous books of lists, but both came out in the late 80s and early 90s. The contents of the The Enemies List stem from columns written in 1989 and 1990; the later chapters delve into the early Clinton years (and have this naive optimism that Clinton will be a single term president). The Top Ten lists were compiled when David Letterman followed Johnny Carson, for crying out loud. In addition to being humorous, both of them are time capsules of a sort. Time capsules that indicate, very clearly, some things don't change, but some things do (sorry--I have to pound that movie out of my brain). The thrust of The Late Night With David Letterman Book of Top Ten Lists is obvious. The Enemies List compiles a list of people and organizations that P.J. thought should be included when we revived the traditions of Tailgunner Joe. The original essay, from the July 1989 American Spectator, proved popular; readers wrote in with their own suggestions, so the magazine published them and revisted the topic several years running. Hence, much of the book lists people who the magazine or its readers think impair the proper functioning of the nation and who should be hounded. The same politicians from almost fifteen years ago are the same punchlines in some cases. Al Sharpton, for instance, is a common motif in Letterman's collection. In O'Rourke's more serious obra, we see the same names we curse today. Diane Feinstein. John Kerry (who would almost seem to have served in Vietnam longer than in Congress based on the way he talks about it--as though the former determined his behavior and honor more than the latter--it's almost like M*A*S*H in a way, wot?). Lt. Governor Gray Davis. O'Rourke exempts Arnold Schwarzenegger. This was 14 years ago. Both books are quick reads (obviously). The Letterman book is much more topical humor, so it's probably the better of the two for pure humor value. However, the O'Rourke book contains a very good essay, "Why I Am a Conservative in the First Place", which is worth the price alone (well, it's worth the four dollars I spent anyway). Unfortunately, O'Rourke's compiling for most of the book, so the writing is done by American Spectator readers, but those comments or paragraphs that O'Rourke writes demonstrate his wit. It's not Holidays in Hell or Age and Guile Beat Youth, Innocence, and a Bad Haircut, or Give War a Chance, but I still want to be P.J. O'Rourke when I grow up. Finally! I review some books I like, even though I don't necessarily agree with the implications. Cripes, fourteen years. I hate the implication that I have watched that much history as an adult. The Walk Off Home Run We just saw The What would the home run ending have been, you ask? If Neo had woken up at his computer as he had at the beginning of the first movie. The story would have turned on itself a final time, leaving the viewer to wonder the meaning of that twist. Of course, the I said good movie, but I better stop thinking about it before I change my mind. Regardless, I am glad to have seen it, if merely so I can stop talking about it and inadvertently using the name of my former employer. Cleaning Out The Link Box Here are some things to which I have meant to bring to your attention, but haven't:
Friday, November 21, 2003
Lileks Fusks Salam Pax There it is.
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Thanks for the Sentiment, Pinhead Perhaps I am being too harsh, but I get a little riled when a Hollywooder loves the Midwest, like when director of The Day After Nicholas Meyer says:
Maybe I am just a tad sensitive whenever a coastal type talks about Midwesterners. Typically, though, they like to ruffle their fingers through our hair and tell us we're good kids. You Can't Hang A Picture on AWOL I am surprised that that one Bears fan hasn't written about this Fox news story:
Holcomb, whose husband is also in the military as a tank commander, had to rush home to care for their seven children. Her mother-in-law had been taking care of the family, but had to leave Colorado suddenly when her father-in-law fell ill with cancer. But the Army wasn't too sympathetic, slapping Holcomb with the AWOL label and later deactivating her and reassigning her to the Colorado National Guard (search). She is considering taking legal action to be reinstated as a full-time soldier. I understand she had extenuating circumstances, but she broke the rules. And if she does try some nutbar legal maneuver, heaven forfend if some civilian court gets its dominion over the military. Forget liquor and guns. I will have to change my investment strategy to burkas and guns to prepare for the eventual destruction of our way of life. The Unwhispered Question So I was reading this profile of Philip K. Dick and his sudden appeal to moviemakers in Wired, when it occurred to me. Why do They want us to watch paranoid fiction? You see, that's why I am the Shidoshi, and you are the student. Wednesday, November 19, 2003
A Helpful Reminder John Kass of the Chicago Tribune reminds us that regular zoos are not petting zoos (registration required). I Am Registered Want to know what to get me for Christmas? Any of the stuff at Napping.com, of course. (Link seen on some poor Caps fan's site.) When Is Not Breaking The Law Illegal? When the man wants to charge you with something! Yes, it's more money laundering madness, this time with Rush Limbaugh in the sights of prosecutors. You see, financial institutions have to report if you make transactions of $10,000 or more because you're automatically suspected of dealing drugs if you have that kind of money. So Rush took out money in $9,900 amounts--and now he might be on the hook for money laundering. Avoiding the law is breaking the law! You only oppose the inconsistency if you have something to hide, Citizen. Your papers, please? Just Like An Old Friend, Kick Him When He's Down Poor form, Richard Roeper. Rush Limbaugh makes the most personal broadcast of his life, and you feel the need to belittle it. Tuesday, November 18, 2003
Unleashing the Inner Animal (I) The Patriette prompted my own introspection, through which I concluded: ![]() What Is Your Animal Personality? brought to you by Quizilla Probably more like it. Unleashing the Inner Animal (II) The Meatriarchy Guy leads me on a voyage of self-discovery, which tells me instead I am: Your soul is bound to the Fifth Totem, Homid: The Monkey. Homid appears as a viridian monkey. He embodies intelligence, potential, understanding, and skill. He is associated with the color viridian, the season of spring, and the element of fire. His downfall is pretentiousness. You are most compatible with Owls and Tortoises. Which Animal Spirit Totem Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Probably more like it. Today's Exercise in Irony
A Little Pat of Butter and Some Cherry Syrup On Top So Suffolk County, New York, finally got their woman. According to this New York Post story, the alleged madam ran a chain of massage parlors, and now they're throwing the encyclepedias at her. In addition to two counts of promoting prostitution, she got:
Quick, someone call a legislator who needs to get tough on crime! We need someone brave enough to realize that if spending illicit proceeds on illegal activity is good to tack onto other charges, our prosecutors need more pancakes to stack on top, such as the following"
Oxymoron of the Day Courtesy of FoxNews.Com, we have this description of Paris Hilton:
Monday, November 17, 2003
Thought for the Day Andy Rooney:
(Link seen on TechDirt.) Not Anymore If this story was true about the United States putting its troops under international command in Iraq (which I really want to doubt entirely), I hope it became untrue when the EU apparatchiks started flapping their gums:
Saturday, November 15, 2003
Compare/Contrast Paper Assignment Class, compare and contrast the following essays/columns:
Memo to Kerry Campaign: Fire Riverfront Media/GMMB & SDD Andrew Sullivan links to a gushing review of a John Kerry ad that attempts to turn George W. Bush's carrier landing into a slam against the president. Here's how the blank Slaters describe the ad and infer its meaning:
The National Guard is not the real military?A damn fine sentiment to express when National Guardsmen are dying the same as "real" military men in Iraq.I blame the yahoos at Slate (Jacob Weisberg wrote the particular assertion) first, but damn Senator Kerry, too, and anyone, active military or not, for casting aspertions on anyone who served. Thursday, November 13, 2003
You're Forgetting One Thing, Goldraker MGM's releasing three DVDs containing 20 James Bond Films, and look how they're marketing it: ![]() You're forgetting one thing, Goldraker: It cannot be the entire James Bond collection without Never Say Never Again! But you don't own that movie, do you, and it's a stain on your ego to this day! I'd also advise against your henchmen visiting Web sites while on the clock. They might find them to be exceptional time wasters, and we don't want them to get the short haircut for disobedience, do we? I Feel Pretty At The Patriette's counsel, I looked inward, and discovered who I truly am: ![]() -Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're the kind of chick that can hang out with your boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't care about presents or about going to fancy placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy being around your boyfriend. What Kind of Girlfriend Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Book Review: Paths to Otherwhere by James P. Hogan (1996) So when I was last in Milwaukee, trolling for cheap sci fi to sate my genrelust, I came across a couple of James P. Hogan books: the previously reviewed The Multiplex Man, priced at $5.95, and a softbound Paths to Otherwhere, priced at $2.95. I took them both, obviously, and it was only when I got back to my hotel room and was choosing which to read first that I noticed Paths to Otherwhere had a blank back cover. And the title page said something about the new blockbuster, Paths to Otherwhere, coming out in 1996. Holy carp! I thought to myself. I paid $3 for a James P. Hogan advanced copy! That's almost as big of a deal as the time I found a May 1984 issue of Gallery there after pawing through Hustler, Penthouse, Playboy, Oui, and Swinging Japanese Schoolgirls for an hour, blushing the whole time undoubtedly (but undeterredly). So this particular edition was a bargain, but what about the content? This particular novel takes place in a slightly darker shade of the present, once again where the government and the military nefarious oppressors of common man. Within this dark future-present, a group of scientists discover a way to send their consciousnesses into counterparts in alternate universes. The military wants to use the technology to get an edge over its rivals as the final war for the West is coming. The scientists, on the other hand, want to explore for the mere love of science. The scientists strike upon a distant universe where WWI ended peaceably in 1916 and it truly was a war to end all wars. As a result, the world is a libertarian paradise with Virginia Posterel-approved aesthetics. But the Powers-That-Be-With-Guns in their universe want to prevent the scientists from escaping to that Otherwhere. Hey, it's a decent sci-fi bit. It's not Inherit the Earth, but it's okay. The early portions of the book set the foreshadowing for a more climactic and higher-stakes ending than the book offered. At 405 pages, the book's a bit overlong, too, but it's readable, and its musings on the possibility of alternate universes and mirror images of people will ensure that my story "Extra Life at $1,000,000"--previously written, I assure you--appears to be a pale copy of this original. Curse you, James P. Hogan! Recommend it? Sure, especially if you can find a low price version of it somewhere. It's no longer in print, so eBay and other auction sites, as well as garage sales, might offer it to you cheaply. Worth $2.95 for the collector's item I got anyway. Rybarczyk on Football I quote from his column today:
But when Arlen Harris misses yet another blitz pickup and Marc Bulger gets hit so hard you expect him to wind up looking like the cat at the end of an "Itchy & Scratchy" cartoon, you want to have your dog soil Arlen's lawn, because you know every loss in football is huge. Folksy Saying of the Day Use it whenever you're asked to do something preposterous. I just made it up, but I am releasing it to the public, without licensing. Call it open-source silliness, if you will. Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Tapple the Bongo Slowly Ravenwood has a post which features an incredulous exchange between Paula "Zipppppppp" Zahn and Tucker Carlson wherein they discuss why people under thirty don't think the Iraq invasion and occupation are a bad thing. Carlson zooms in with this insight:
Pardon me while I shake the doughnuts off of my cluebat. Note to big thoughtless media players out there: Vietnam is not an apt or immediate metaphor for anyone under forty. I was born in 1972, and I was 3 when Saigon fell. I don't remember any of it. Someone who's forty today will have some preteen memories of it, but thirty year olds were born in 1973 and don't remember the Miracle on Ice, either. You might as well compare the Iraq invasion to the Crimean War. Your average thirty year old has the same immediate access to each. In a book. So just hitch your trousers a little higher, show us some more of those sexxxy black socks under your sandals, and go back to your regular poor Boomer behavior of worrying that you'll have a single, non-Federally funded financial responsibility between the end of your career and the end of your retirement. Thank you. That is all. Artist Capitalist Talons Come Out Meanwhile, in Milwaukee, a new theatre venue opening up is causing problems. Because those same proponents who want the citygoers to "support the arts" by giving graciously to their particular theatre are suddenly threatened by the competition that a new theatre will bring. Hey, I got an idea. How about tickets that cost ten to thirty dollars, huh? Make a play a comparable value to a movie (not to mention far cheaper than a sporting event, and certainly a better value than a Brewer's game). How about you just put out a better product more cheaply than the other guy and then win, huh? I guess lowering prices would (sniff!) let the proles in, but don't forget those very same common men stood at the base of the Globe stage and saw Shakespeare in the original Middle English and they got the jokes without the footnotes, werd. Why Return the Money in the Wallet? Headline in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch: Criticism of Inner Belt project angers Olivette! Anything but that! What's the beef? Les Sterman, the executive director of the East-West Gateway Coordinating Council and professional funding teat-sucker, said that the federal government really doesn't need to spend $24 million dollars on an interchange where I-170 meets Olive because it doesn't have as much traffic as previously predicted. This, of course, upset the professional funding teat-suckers in Olivette, where the $24 million dollar interchange would have been added.
While Gerstein acknowledges Sterman has no financial stake in whether the interchange is built, he insists Sterman should not be using his position to evaluate the merits of the interchange, which is a topic of local debate. Show me a community that would let the pork return to its source and I'll show you Olivette, who is not one. Sunday, November 09, 2003
A Dean Voter in the Making Trey Givens recommended counseling, wherein I learned I am: ![]() Redneck Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Well, I do drive a pick-em-up truck. Paranoia Shidoshi Say: Wreck Your Own Credit Finally, the credit reporting agencies are putting your credit information directly into the hands of third world workers unbound by United States laws. That's efficiency in identity theft. Your paranoia shidoshi recommends you open as many credit cards as you can in the next three weeks, max them out, buy a new Porsche, get a mortgage, and have a ball. Remember Brewster's Millions. Whatever you can consume, creditors cannot seize. So buy a couple cases of good wine, some exceptional chocolate, charter a jet, and fly a couple dozen friends to the Bunny Ranch. But don't pay the bills! You see, once you've reached a point that no one will give you change much less a credit card, no one will give someone who steals your identity a credit card, either! Sometimes, the easy answers elude us, but that's why I am the shidoshi, and you are the student. There is liberation in the limitation of paying cash. Paranormal Columnists Read Reagan's Mind Although this column by Leonard "The" Pitts, Jr., deserves a full fusking, I'll only fusk the chewy bits:
I mean, I had no intention of watching CBS' Ronald Reagan miniseries. But given the furor raised by the Republican party and assorted conservative pundits over what they perceive as a hatchet job on the former president, I don't see how I can afford to miss it. This week, CBS gave in to the pressure and announced that it had pulled The Reagans from its November schedule. The movie has instead been shipped off to the Showtime cable network, which is expected to run it next year. The Republican faithful are counting that as only a partial victory. They're pleased the show won't be run on a major broadcast network. They'd prefer it not be run at all. Mind you, they haven't actually seen the movie. Their antipathy is based on a number of other factors, including the fact that Reagan is portrayed by James Brolin, husband of the über-liberal herself, Barbra Streisand. Then there are the script excerpts published by The New York Times, particularly one that portrays Reagan as lacking in compassion for gay people dying from a then-new disease called AIDS. Yet as everyone knows, the Reagan administration stood silent on the sidelines in the early years of that plague. Reagan may never have said the words the script reportedly puts into his mouth -- ''They that live in sin shall die in sin'' -- but the sentiment was certainly there. That's an unalterable element of his legacy.
Words of Encouragement Brought to you by Harvey of Bad Money:
Saturday, November 08, 2003
Meanwhile, Back In Eden A peaceful, frolicking lion in the Dickerson Park Zoo in Springfield, Missouri, kills the female lion that shared its cage. It's the circle of life, it's the wheel of fortune, and the lioness landed on Bankrupt. These are the animals to whose level some in our society would like to return. Friday, November 07, 2003
PSA from MfBJ Apparently I am the #10 Google hit for heroin warning signs. Why would anyone think that?
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Litany Looks like there's a whole book on poor governance that pillages American citizens. FoxNews.com has a story from the author of Mugged By The State: Outrageous Government Assaults On Ordinary People And Their Property ( christmasList.add(book)).Read it and weep. Clinton Says Appease North Korea....make our children pay for our perfidy. Thanks, bud. Go back to private life now, and keep your bad ideas--which didn't work so well when you implemented them--to yourself. (Link seen on Drudge.) Hope for Skinny People Everywhere Scientists on way to developing obesity pill (Link seen on Drudge.) Proud to Fly American Apparently, there's some feel-good story circulating that tells of how ordinary people supported soldiers on leave by giving up their seats on flights out of BWI to the traveling soldiers. Hmm. Here's the story, according to Snopes:
I hope that you will spare me a few minutes of your time to tell you about something that I saw on Monday, October 27. I had been attending a conference in Annapolis and was coming home on Sunday. As you may recall, Los Angeles International Airport was closed on Sunday, October 26, because of the fires that affected air traffic control. Accordingly, my flight, and many others, were canceled and I wound up spending a night in Baltimore. My story begins the next day. When I went to check in at the United counter Monday morning I saw a lot of soldiers home from Iraq. Most were very young and all had on their desert camouflage uniforms. This was as change from earlier, when they had to buy civilian clothes in Kuwait to fly home. It was a visible reminder that we are in a war. It probably was pretty close to what train terminals were like in World War II. Many people were stopping the troops to talk to them, asking them questions in the Starbucks line or just saying "Welcome Home." In addition to all the flights that had been canceled on Sunday, the weather was terrible in Baltimore and the flights were backed up. So, there were a lot of unhappy people in the terminal trying to get home, but nobody that I saw gave the soldiers a bad time. By the afternoon, one plane to Denver had been delayed several hours. United personnel kept asking for volunteers to give up their seats and take another flight. They weren't getting many takers. Finally, a United spokeswoman got on the PA and said this, "Folks. As you can see, there are a lot of soldiers in the waiting area. They only have 14 days of leave and we're trying to get them where they need to go without spending any more time in an airport then they have to. We sold them all tickets, knowing we would oversell the flight. If we can, we want to get them all on this flight. We want all the soldiers to know that we respect what you're doing, we are here for you and we love you." At that, the entire terminal of cranky, tired, travel-weary people, a cross-section of America, broke into sustained and heart-felt applause. The soldiers looked surprised and very modest. Most of them just looked at their boots. Many of us were wiping away tears. And, yes, people lined up to take the later flight and all the soldiers went to Denver on that flight. That little moment made me proud to be an American, and also told me why we will win this war. If you want to send my little story on to your friends and family, feel free. This is not some urban legend. I was there, I was part of it, I saw it happen.
We, a failing corporation in a failing industry now offer some shoddy customer service; as we, said failing corporation, have overbooked the flight to maximize our corporate revenue at the expense of the convenience of our customers, now ask you to give up your tickets to our customers because we American citizens all want to support our troops, right? What a cynical, manipulative bunch of hooey. I Feel Pretty Tiny Little Librarian has led me to the following realization: ![]() You are the Girl Next Door. You're the sweet one. The quiet one. The one that he doesn't realize he's got until you're gone. What Type Of Retro Gal Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Wednesday, November 05, 2003
All Your Rights Are Belong to the State More property rights hijinks. This time, a man who refused to remove junk from his yard is sentenced to a year in prison. He's completely framing it as a property rights issue, and whereas I dispute the aesthetic appeal of the man's "cause," I have to agree. Trying to force him to remove his unsightly possessions from his property--and then seizing them and selling them at auction-- violates his right to own junk. I mean, raw materials for his art. I really snicker at the judge, though, who said at the sentencing:
"What you've done, sir, in my judgment, has torn at the moral fiber of the community, of the state." Stephenson held up 21 letters from neighbors, complaining about Davis. "You have caused them psychological damage," the judge said. Who Is That Again In his column entitled Tiffany Trips Up: CBS's problems are bigger than "Reagan.", John Fund quotes some member of Congress to flying buttress his argument against CBS, specifically the ill-conceived The Real Beverly Hillbillies:
Come on, as a conservative, you're supposed to bury this seizure, not to quote him as a relevant thinker. Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Re-Elect This Fellow, Stat! In Arizona, a county rented some space for a court, and when it couldn't come to an agreement with the land owner for a lease, it opened up a can of eminent domain and took it over.
Most important right, and it's only in the Constitution indirectly. That oversight will cost us and our children. Makes Perfect Sense This explains why Heather's sultry babe and I am an unshaven slob barricading himself in his office. It's those And Trevor Linden Is Henry Cameron This week, a reader asks John Buccigross:
I never thought I would read a hockey piece with a reference to Howard Roark. If you were to cast the Fountainhead of the late '40s with contemporary actors, whom would you choose? What current hockey player would you have to play Mr. Roark?
Hair the color of an orange rind is so hard to come by, and it's awfully hard to see hair color under the helmets, wot? Monday, November 03, 2003
Which Dictator Am I? Funny you should ask. Kevin at WizBangBlog led me to this self-discovery:
Want To Get Away? Although this guy doesn't care much for winter, I have to tell you, I would trade what he's got for what I have. Eighty degrees in November. I have the windows open and the ceiling fan on. Cripes! It's November, the I don't even have weight in the back of the pickup truck (sans stars-n-bars, Howie). What's the point? It will just get wet when it rains for Christmas. What's a Wisconsinite to do? Momma and Pappa Bear Were Depressed Okay, it's not a quizilla thing, but while I was hanging around on MSN, checking Bill Gates's sofa for hundred thousand dollar bills that might have fallen out of his pockets or from the books in which he uses them as bookmarks, I came across an important headline: Are you among the 19 million depressed? I just had to know! Come along with me, then, as I take the test.
Who Needs John Galt? Whereas a cat named John Galt led me to my soulmate, other Objectivists out there won't be so lucky. Fortunately, there's now a dating service for Ayn Rand fans. (Link seen on VodkaPundit.) Who Will Teach Them Right From Wrong? Here's a sordid story. In New Mexico, a twelve year old (misnomered in the story as a teen) puts some change in the school soda machine and gets two sodas. Woo! He's a hero to his fellow students. When a teacher sees him, teacher says stop that. Student continues. Teacher disciplines student with two days of in-school, whatever that means. And suddenly Rio Rancho, which has nothing to do in the long autumn evenings until cable television reaches their hamlet, talks and talks about this. Here's the school district's story:
But witness poor Mason's trauma:
"It makes me feel very sad that I'm going to be thought as a thief later on in my life," Mason Kisner said. "Heck, I might not get in a good college or get a good job because on my permanent record it will say that when I was a kid, I stole." That someone probably won't be Mason's father, who's too eager to jump into the tantrum:
(Link seen on Fark.) Sunday, November 02, 2003
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Book Review: The Dive from Clausen's Pier by Ann Packer (2002) This particular book is the source of Noggle's Spurious Law X: Never buy a fiction book where the author has included an acknowledgements section. Especially if the author thanks the NEA.. Of course, I bought this book through a book club, so I missed would have missed that anyway. I bought this book based on these factors:
If Ann Packer had confronted me with this sort of thing in a writing workshop, I would have given her the business. Of course, that's why I was hated in writing workshops, fellows, and why I stood pat with the B.A. in Writing-Intensive English. This book shows why I am going to stick to the genre stuff, too. The reader will get a pretty good idea of the scope and nature of the book by the nature of the problem, whether a murder or an invasion from the hordes beyond the mountains. With literary fiction, too often the point or plot is lost in the "nice little moments." Kinda like if a Renoir is lost in the Rossian "happy little trees," if you catch my drift. Criminey, you people are going to think I never read anything I like. I admit, I'm on a bad streak here, but I have several hundred tomes on my To Read shelf. Certainly, I'll like something. Equal time: Here are some other reviews of the book, including one from the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel that fawn all over the piece and validate the NEA awards. Go read them if you want to know what paid people think of the book. It Takes An NGO Buried in this Washington Post story about the now-canceled program by which Army units could disburse seized Iraqi funds to solve immediate problems, we have this nugget of wisdom from some flack who's never worked an honest day in his life:
Perhaps the appropriately named Nutt is a fan of such Top-From-The-Outside solutions that have been so effective in, well, in NGO theory. But those who fix the potholes do more for the people of the country than those who Fix The Country. An Englishman Weighs In Kim du Toit has posted a letter from an Englishman who's becoming an American and wants to buy his first gun. Here's a note to Ozaukee County Sheriff Maury Straub, who is doesn't know anyone who's ever had to protect his or her life with deadly force: Violent crime in the UK is about 4 times higher than in the US. The conclusion I have come to is that's because of guns (I really, really, kept an open mind about the good/bad things about guns). In the adult years I was in England, (18 to 27, a total of 9 years):The writer of this letter never had to protect himself with a gun either because it wasn't an option. Hopefully, soon, in Wisconsin and Missouri it will be. Saturday, November 01, 2003
Wisconsin Law Enforcement Officials Speak Here's what Wisconsin's law officials have to say about the concealed carry law winding through that state's legislature:
How many people who were unarmed do you know of who died when someone attacked them? I don't remember Ozaukee County being that safe. Straub's words could quite easily indicate that he doesn't know of any because those people have not had the right to defend themselves outside of their homes. Also, keep in mind deadly force implied that the goblins got killed instead of just winged. Maybe the Ozaukee residents are good at shooting out kneecaps. "It will give people a lot of false securities. Even though people can shoot at a paper target and take a class to learn gun safety, the bad guys are going to assume their victim has a gun and will be more aggressive and more violent," said [Hartford Police Lt. Tom] Horvath, saying he was speaking only for himself and not the department. What's good for Britain is good for us, hey, loot? Of course, maybe if the goblins feared for their own lives, they'd perhaps think of another line of work. Said Cedarburg Police Chief Tom Frank: "My initial reaction is, I'm not in favor of it because of the many situations in which police officers have contact with angry citizens. "In many of those cases, citizens who have been arrested for various offenses have acted in a violent manner toward a police officer," Frank said. "I'm just fearful that with some people now carrying concealed weapons, the violence toward police officers could become a greater problem," he said. Frank has a valid concern. However, he's weighing the safety of a few citizens (the police) against the majority of the citizens. Police would be safer, too, if they kept the general population sedated. Quick, someone legislate manditory downers for all! The Winner Strikes Back I posted last Saturday about the guy who was selling the Beanie Babies for tools and beer. Well, it's turned into a he-said, she-said, wherein he might have been selling counterfeits. The winning bidder has taken action on Trader List which is apparently some sort of Internet enclave of people who buy and sell a lot of meaningless stuff through the Internet. But while perusing this complaint, I couldn't help note:
There is no need to explain my message further because he printed the message, without the "disclaimer" and "counterfeit" eBay rules I had included , and INCLUDED MY ID. He posted also that he had blocked me from bidding. I had also alerted eBay that the auction should be pulled because it was fraught with disclaimers. eBay paid no attention to its own rule and did nothing. I also alerted eBay that he had posted my ID, which is against eBay rules, and again, nothing was done. From the tenor of the listing, I believed the seller to be an angry person, upset by his wife leaving him, but did question that if she was such an avid collector why she would leave behind the rare and valuable beanies. I checked his feedback with over 500 positives and no negatives, his "ME" posting, and later his name and address which checked out. Based on this I bid using my glorybeeto ID. I learned later that two friends asked him questions about the beanies and he did not respond. I did not question him with my bidding ID because I felt, in light of his obvious anger, he would block that ID as well. (Emphasis mine) We all want to be heroes in some sweeping epic, but some people settle for children's books. (Link seen on Best of the Web Today.) A Herd, Not A Pack The most important things to remember about this story about the attorney gunned down outside the courthouse:
Strier, a heavyset man with graying hair and glasses, calmly walked by stunned reporters before an off-duty sheriff's reserve officer tackled him. So keep that in mind, when the media picture the mass of Americans as defenseless sheep, they're projecting. (Link seen on Ravenwood's Universe.) |
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