Monthly Archives: August 2007

It’s like the most annoying kaleidoscope ever.

Long, but good.

Did you remember Manuel Noriega has been in US prison all this time for drug trafficking? I sure didn’t. Well, now he’s off to France where he’ll sit in prison.

It makes me sad that no one will be able to call 853-1212 anymore.

Well, they can call it, but they won’t get the time anymore.

Also from the article:

Along with her interpretations of the time and current temperature, Barbe delivered the bad news too, telling you that circuits in a specific area were busy, please try again later, or that your call cannot be completed as dialed.

And who will ever forget her heartbreaking rendition of “I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service”?

My personal favorite is the “the number you have dialed has changed. Please make a note of it.” The persnickity please make a note of it kills me.

When the robots rise up and take over at least they’ll be cheerfully colored.

Everything that’s wrong with modern art all in one article.

Absolutely not, no, no. I am not interested in being offensive. I am interested in having a discussion and asking questions about how we think about our world and what we accept and what we don’t accept,” she said on ABC radio.

It’s not about beauty or eternal truths, it’s about having a discussion.

“But I just ask people to think about it a little bit more deeply because it is a very loaded work which means that there are so many different meanings.”

I think it means you should have just written a letter to the editor.

But the Uniting Church minister who chairs the Blake Society said his mission was to spark debate about spirituality in a world that was “cynical, degraded and in crisis”. Reverend Rod Pattenden said he didn’t expect the exhibition to be controversial, “because the Christian community doesn’t look at art a great deal”.

I wonder why?

Apparently I have a fear of social situations.

I doubt that this is the message God really wanted to get across to this lady’s neighbors.

Finally Europe’s plan for world domination can go forward.

It’s for kindergarteners, but mostly it applies to everyone.

Outline the picture first, then color it inside.”
Jacob Neihart, 6
“I was not afraid. My friends were not afraid.”
Danielle Lerdahl, 6
“Put antibacterial on your hands so you don’t get germs on your snack.”
Lenny Villegas, 5
“The best thing is that you get to play. The hardest part is that you have to do your work.”
Timber Wolfe, 6:
“Here’s how to make friends: Say, ‘Do you want to be my friend?’ ”

Anarchists plan their protests.

Do they not understand what they stand for?

Collector’s edition of Serenity is out.

In case you were wanting to get it for me:

I can’t believe he KILLED WASH!

Mark Helprin, read it all.

Present literary forms may spurn the individual, emotion, beauty, sacrifice, love, and truth, but they energetically embrace the collective, coldness of feeling, ugliness, self-assertion, contempt, and disbelief. And why? Simply because the acolytes of modernism are terribly and justly afraid. They fear that if they do not display their cynicism they will be taken for fools. They fear that if they commit to and uphold something outside the puppet channels of orthodoxy they will be mocked, that if they are open they will be attacked, that if they appreciate that which is simple and good they will foolishly have overlooked its occult corruptions, that if they stand they will be struck down, that if they love they will lose, and that if they live they will die.

As surely they will. And others of their fears are legitimate as well, so they withdraw from engagement and risk into what they believe is the safety of cynicism and mockery. The sum of their engagement is to show that they are disengaged, and they have built an elaborate edifice, which now casts a shadow over every facet of civilization, for the purpose of representing their cowardice as wisdom. Mainly to protect themselves, they write coldly, cruelly, and as if nothing matters.

But life is short, and things do matter, often more than the human heart can bear. This is an elemental truth that neither temporarily victorious nihilism, nor fashion, nor cowardice can long suppress, which is why the literary tenor of the times cannot and will not last.

So, iPhone is completely unlocked.

Astronomers have found a giant stretch of nothing in the universe. Somehow, this is news. “In the vastness of space, here’s a big patch of nothing.” Gosh Jasper, let’s call Reuters.”

Suddenly the whole thing seems ridiculous.

Okay, I thought the whole thing was ridiculous way before it really started gathering steam. Safe, eco-friendly, carbon neutral steam.

So, I was at Kid’s Camp from Sunday evening till Tuesday afternoon which means I didn’t get nearly enough sleep, ever. I had more caffeine in those two days than I have had in the previous months. And it’s not just the lack of sleep, it’s the lack of sleep, coupled with the constant stream of questions, coupled with the constant activity. Suffice it to say I was tired yesterday. But, I had to help a friend pack up stuff because she’s moving. No problem. Get home around 7:30 last night, force myself to stay awake until 9:30 on my laptop which forced me to unplug my alarm clock (no worries, battery backup) and fall asleep exhausted before I switched the plugs back (IMPORTANT PLOT POINT!).

All that to tell you that when I woke up this morning and my watch said 9:25, I wasn’t really surprised I didn’t hear my alarm two hours earlier. I didn’t panic, jump out of bed and scramble to the bathroom. No, I calmly said, “huh,” reflected on the fact that I didn’t even roll over at my usual getting up time—I must have been tired, got up, fed the cats, contemplated the flack I was going to take for being this late, thought it was awfully chilly outside, found some clothes, got ready for work, started my car to warm it and noticed that the clock in the car said 7:35. CURSE YOU WATCH!!!! CURSE YOU!!!!

Yes, in my sleep, I nudged my watch to the second time zone setting. Then failed to notice that the sun wasn’t really all the way up like you’d expect at 9:30, it was darn chilly outside still, and there was dew on the grass. So, I sat down for 5 minutes and then was on my way to work, on time.

Yeah, the ending is quite as dramatic as I would like. But I wasn’t two hours late for work either. So there’s pluses and minuses.

There probably won’t be a lot of posting around here today. Good luck with your day as you try to muddle through without my links to the vital news you need to know.

I’ve never seen such passion aimed against Firefox. Against IE, sure. But Firefox, no. His concern over his loss of revenue because he’s serving annoying ads is hardly going to get me to switch though.

A little baby powder can go a long way toward soothing those frictionous (of course it’s a word) places.

In contrast, the creeping section of the fault between San Juan Bautista and Cholame in Central California moves slowly and steadily, as much as an inch each year. Scientists have struggled to explain why the section behaves so differently.

…

Moore and Rymer think the more likely culprit is talc that forms along veins and fractures in the serpentinite due to the combination of shearing along the fault and a chemical reaction to hydrothermal water circulating through the rock.

That is awesome.

Scientists claim to have broken the speed of light. Now I anxiously await my FTL spaceship.

Aww!

94% of Americans are satisfied with their lives. Aren’t we just a happy bunch.

Anyone else a little nervous about how closely we’ve been paralleling the previous turn of the century?

Now I’m starting to be interested in satellite radio. A little spendy though.

The internet, it knows what you’re doing. And eventually, everyone else will get around to checking on that.

A look at the city your iPod comes from.

Science or science fiction?

Our search for meaning marches on.

Misery loves company.

Here’s a great picture for your desktop.

Tomorrow (8/11), I’m doing the run leg of the Coeur d’Alene Triathlon. 6.2 miles. 10 kilometers.

If I don’t make it, you can have my stuff. If I do live, fascinating tidbits about my morning will be posted here.

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The widening credit squeeze? I think that would cause the universe to explode.

Lego is 75 today!

This is how I want to play my games.

Half of America doesn’t like journalists much. Especially internet users.

More than two-thirds of the Internet users said they felt that news organizations don’t care about the people they report on; 59 percent said their reporting was inaccurate; and 64 percent they were politically biased.

More than half — 53 percent — of Internet users also faulted the news organizations for “failing to stand up for America”.

First the North Pole, now Guam. Is the Russian military just bored and trying to start something?

“It has always been the tradition of our long-range aviation to fly far into the ocean, to meet [US] aircraft carriers and greet [US pilots] visually,” he said at a news conference.

“You can construct a time machine without exotic matter,” he said.

Time machines are now even more likely.

Shuttle’s getting ready to launch.

You missed it. Nothing exciting happened. Other than people riding rockets into space, of course.

Will Spore never come out?

Next time I fly across an ocean, I hope the plane has all the cool doodads Virgin America has.

Submarines….Prime Minister….Submarines….Prime Minister…. Submarines are going to win that battle. Canada’s going to have to do better if they want to win the North Pole.

A giant Lego man was rescued from the ocean in some Dutch city. Good thing Legos know how to swim. Bad grammar though. Maybe it’s a LOLLego.

It goes a bit awry at the end, but it really is the Ultimate Showdown.

Neat. They’re digitizing all the Apollo images.

WHY DON’T THEY GO BACK AND TAKE HD / IMAX FILM???!!!

The American people don’t like Congress, but don’t know how to get rid of them. Yet. Keep this kind of stuff up and we’ll figure something out.

This post is just here so I can find it later. Next time I see okra at the grocery store, I’m trying this recipe.

Chilling.

It’s getting rid of those horrible, lousy, ungodly plastic cases everything comes sealed in.

Worst. Invention. Evar.

I’m gone today. Come visit me at the Fairgrounds if you’re in town. See the rest of you next week, kids.

But it’s Mark Steyn, so it must be good. And he’s right. It’s a sad fact that most series peter out instead of stopping when they’re ahead. Luckily the internet, through reader reviews and message boards, gives me the ability to find a good stopping place in any given series.

Yep, all it takes is a flag and you own the land!

But it sounds like fun!

Get Paul through the primaries, to the Republican nomination, and he has the tools to take on Hillary. He plainly gets the libertarian swing voters that the Republicans lost in 2006, he should garner most conservative votes when contrasted with Hillary, and — here’s the clincher — he gets a huge share of the bourgeoning antiwar vote to boot.

I love Amazon Prime. And Bezos knows that I’m practically forced to use Amazon now, in order to get my money’s worth from it.