February 26, 2003
WooHOO!
Phil Donahue's show is finally off the air!
If I wasn't so damned busy, I'd go get shitfaced in celebration...
February 25, 2003
No Bloggin'
I'm once again working insane hours on a tight deadline, so, for the time being, blogging will be approaching the non-existant.
So Long Ol' Pal
After 31 years, attempts at contacting Pioneer 10, which is now now 11 light-hours distant in the depths of the Oort Cloud,
have finally been abandoned.
February 21, 2003
They Always Come Back
Hey, that Cristopher Cross guy is back from his self-imposed law-school exile.
I think he's on to something with his General Theory of Blogging.
Hehheh.
February 19, 2003
Flash Is An Evil, Evil Thing
Via the always entertaining Warren Ellis, I present what is possibly the most hideous cutie-kids type flash game ever to see the surface of the web: Poo Warrior.
And you thought Wrath was screwed up...
February 17, 2003
February 14, 2003
Valentine's Day Message
link via Howard
And since we're on the topic of Valentine's flavored misery, Emily gives us this link, from the good people at Despair, Inc.
Now, admittedly, I'm a bitter, cranky loner, who is completely incapable of forming meaningful inter-personal relationships, but this guy takes his hatred the big V-day just a little bit too far in my opinion...
February 12, 2003
So Monday Night Football Wasn't His Format
I just saw a Donahue show that I could actually watch the whole way through. No, seriously. Dennis Miller was on, and, by the gods, he kicked Phil's ass. Apparently, DM has come out in favor of the current administration in regards to the terror war and Iraq, and wasn't afraid of confronting Phil on every issue.
None of Phil's weaseling, delaying, or subject changing was working on Miller. No sir-ee. It was pretty damn sweet.
Memo to MSNBC executive assmonkeys: If you want to save your network, steal Miller away from HBO and get the Philster off of my damn TeeVee.
February 11, 2003
What Must The Goth Kids Think?
At this point, I'm sure most of you are familiar with Johnny Cash's 1996 album, Unchained, which featured Beck and Soundgarden covers. Now, Orchidpoints us to a video of Cash covering Nine Inch Nail's Hurt (50 Meg file).
Kinda creepy-cool...
February 10, 2003
Those lovable scamps, they're rioting at a college level.
The more I watch this Clone High show, the more I love it. Where else can you see Ghandi and George Washington Carver making an interracial buddy-cop movie, or Abe Lincoln creating an autobiographical film about a football playing Giraffe. Yes, you read that last clause correctly.
And JFK, being JFK, had a casting couch going the whole show. To quote the ex-presidential clone's annoying Boston accent, "Hey, some people are trying to bone Catherine the Great here. Or should I say Catherine the So-So."
Classic...
Reminders Of Sanity
In response to my earlier post regarding yuppie peaceniks in the rainy city, I received several nice responses via email and comments, from Seattleites and others, which hearten me greatly. It may not seem like it by watching the local TV news or reading the local papers, but there is resistance to the soulless pacifism that surrounds us.
As an illustration, the fine proprietor of local blog Howard's Musings brings us a more reasonable version of the infamously vapid anti-war sign that has, in the recent past, infuriated me so:
You'll even occasionally see pro-war posters popping up from time to time. I'm not sure where it came from, but I've seen one in particular, reading "Support Peace, Bomb Saddam" plastered across my neighborhood several times. They get torn down by the pacifist herds within hours, but they're up long enough to be seen, and I guess that's the important part.
I get reminded now and again, and not just from fellow bloggers, that there is hope; that there is still individual thought taking place in this burg. You can see the little cracks in the groupthink façade popping up all the time, if you're looking hard enough. An interesting little example was a soaking wet 3x5 notecard I found on the ground today during my walk home. On it was written in a neat hand:
Christians, Jews, and people of other faiths are being brutally murdered around the world, but you don't care, because you are safe.......... For Now!
Now go back to sleep!
And on the back side:
Remember USA 9-11
Remember Israel
Remember India
Remember Bali
I personally don't care about any faith jive, but people
are being brutally murdered around the world, and I'm glad at least some people are looking at the idiotic Starbucks Pacifists and getting angry.
February 07, 2003
Robo-Patton Vs. Damn Dirty Hippies
For the funniest blog entry of the week, Frank J. gives us a tantalizing look into his ideal world:
"Do you really expect our troops to be led by this monstrous cyborg?"
"A cyborg is part human and part machine," Rice answered, "Robo-Patton is a pure robot being controlled by the spirit of General Patton. That makes him an android. Next question."
"Is there any chance Robo-Patton will go on an insane killing spree?"
"Is there any chance he won't?" Rumsfeld laughed.
Read
the rest. Robo-Patton rules.
Via The Empire of Man
February 01, 2003
Columbia.... Gone.
I can't really say much right now, as I'm dumbstruck. I've been spending the last couple of hours spewing expletives and watching the TV screen with furrowed brow, which is what I do whenever I'm attempting to comprehend such horrible images as these. This is a terrible, terrible day for Americans, or anyone else for that matter, who wants a future for the Human Race.
Right before I went to bed around 6am last night (or yesterday morning), CNN was showing a re-entry flight path, and saying how great the viewing will be for those in the south. I was unhappy that the latitude and cloud cover in this area prevented me from seeing it. I guess it's something I wouldn't want to have seen now anyways. I think I turned off my TV about a half hour before the shuttle broke up.
I woke to a call from my dad, and the news of the tragedy. Not exactly the thing you want to wake up to, but I guess that's always the way crap like this goes down. "How can this have happened?" I asked. The shuttle program had again reached such a comfortable level of monotony, of steady routine; surely it couldn't be dangerous anymore, right?
The laws of nature, dangerous and unpredictable, despise being taken for granted. We forget it, but space exploration is indeed a risky business. Considering the complexity of the machines involved, it is amazing that every other flight doesn't suffer the same horrible fate STS-107.
I'm sure there will be those who blame incompetence at NASA for this disaster. While that organization has its structural problems, any questioning of the operations team's dedication and ability is absurd. The 25 year old shuttle, which uses 35 year old technology, is a machine of such complexity, and such frailty, that maintaining perfect safety is quite impossible.
Despite the tragedy, my hope is that the destruction of the Columbia will remind us all of the importance of manned space flight, and put a new emphasis on the space program. We need a replacement for the shuttle, and we need to make many more flights. We need to conquer space, to move forward to the moon, to mars, to distant stars, because, if we don't, what's been the point of 3 billion years of life on earth. Shying away now would spit on the memory of the crew of Columbia, of Challenger, and of Apollo 1.
Human Cloning is Funny
After tuning into MTV for a short time (Celebrity Deathmatch was on, don't judge me too harshly!), they showed a new cartoon called Clone High USA. The concept: in the 1980s a shadowy conspiracy harvested the remains of great leaders from the past and cloned them. Now these clones are all gathered together in a single high school. Hilarity thus ensues.
The primary storyline revolves around Abraham Lincoln's putzy teenage character in a desperate competition with the popular and irritatingly dumb JFK for the affection of the hot and manipulative Cleopatra. Oh yeah, and JFK is being raised by two flamboyant homosexuals, and Marilyn Manson (who sings the praises of the food Pyramid) is a licensed doctor.
Other characters involve Abe's best friend Joan of Arc, who secretly lusts for a little honest Abeing, and his other friend, the high-fiving, fun loving clown, Mohatmas Ghandi.
Historical sacrilege... I love it.
