August 30th, 2005


Tuesday, August 30

Ok... i'm smiling in the pic but that's because i'm unstable...
The truth is... that's about 11 seconds before I was cursing and making little "grrr" noises.
After a night of my ISP being down for "scheduled maintenance"... ftp up and decides it doesn't want to work any more. No time to sort that out.

SHEPARD SMITH: You're live on FOX News Channel, what are you doing?
MAN: Walking my dogs.
SMITH: Why are you still here? I'm just curious.
MAN: None of your fucking business.
SMITH: Oh that was a good answer, wasn't it? That was live on international television. Thanks so much for that. You know we apologize.

~ Let me just add... BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I got up early and watched the news with my breakfast... well, ok, I ate my breakfast and watched the news... the breakfast wasn't interested in watching at all.
Then I get to work... and I spent about 15 minutes on various news web sites...
Now... I have to stop. I can't take it.
Watching news reporters breaking down as they try to report what they are seeing around them... is soul destroying.
I cannot imagine how hard it must be for so many people to share in so much complete loss.


On a lighter note... Donnie Darko was fricking strange mojo on crack.
Holy crap... Suz actually damaged me in her "fright reaction" to one of the scenes
and through it all... I kept laughing at the dad. "he told me to forcibly insert a book in my ... "
bwaahahaha... No really... that was a good... but seriously strange... movie.

~ brand new blue stripee ftls
~ brand new charcoal grey dress pants (a bit on the long side... must hem)
~ brand new black t
~ brand new dk blue (with lt blue lines) dress shirt...
~ brand new sox... black.
~ I am a walking, talking mannequin ripped from the isle at wallmart. (this is what happens when I go shopping with suz... I end up getting things... )
~ reports, presentations, and new documents... it's all busy and tick tick tick time crunching baby...
~ BB6 tonight...
~ more LuLu stuff... (this is going to take forever... :D :D)
~ to send many small wishes to cherdoo and then a few long slow hugs...
~ the best of good fortune to hakuai on her new goal!!!
~ waves quietly to princessblondie... :(
~ to point out to Helena... that you are always relevant... in every way
~ to send a few good vibes out to someone I just-don't-know... but that's ok... good luck today to the_stork
~ and to send a smile out to arlyn... just 'cuz.

Now this is what I love about the concept of passive aggressive protest... [ :: Flying Spaghetti Monster :: ]. If you dive into that discourse... you land squarely somewhere with Intelligent Design as an opposition or embraced view. Because I'm not omnipotent... i don't have the answer... and, when someone tells you that they have the answer... walk away or laugh. Lfe is either an amazing coincidence and part of a complicated process of evolution or it resulted from the design of an intelligent agent. I can buy the second notion and I can grok people wanting to call the agent "god" ... but when you let that theology slip down into a lament for the teachings of some hack built into an organized religion... I gotta laugh.
How many times can I possibly hear someone say "Oh, I'm a catholic but... " or "Yes, I'm a christian but..." and I'm sure the other one true god crews that exist out there all have their own version of the "but" sentence. I don't know much ... but I do know that the whole "I'm a catholic but... " line makes me want to say "STOP... either you are or you're not because there is no where in your freaking book that says 'and if you feel like it... you can believe this tenant and that tenant... but if you're not really down with it today... you can skip the middle commandment ... mmkay?" Of course... in 100 years when they prove beyond any possible doubt that Jesus was, in fact, born of a great flying spaghetti monster... I'll roll over in my grave and eat my words.

Ontario law baning Pitt Bull terriers comes into effect.
There is much hue and cry.
People with a slightly limp grasp of reality continue to say things like "Pitt Bulls are actually a gentle breed of dog" and I continue to laugh at them.
This law is not the end of this complex story.
That the real problem is the dog owners... is not in question.
Fixing that problem, however, is going to take some time.
For now... I applaud the provinces beginning.
And that is exactly what this law is. A beginning.
It will morph and bend with the social and political forces that will no doubt be brought to bear on it...
but at least it's in the headlights and something is being done.
Dogs are lovely and I consider myself a dog lover.
However, I don't consider myself a moron and I think it's about time that there was some social action on the issue of the dangers that dogs present to the public.
It's not enough to admonish the owners with punk ass fines.
Telling the mother of a mauled child that the dog owner was fined...
and that the dog that busted through a window or a door to attack her five year old child is really a gentle dog breed... IS JUST STUPID.
"oh... but there were more dog bites by dobermans last year..."
And there are a lot more dobermans out there ... you idiot.
And if that's not enough... then fine... ban fucking dobermans too.
Whatever it takes to get dog owners to climb down off their high horses and take responsibility for their actions.
It's an omelet people and there's gonna be some broken eggs.
The story is not over and clearly a "ban on all pitt bulls" is not the answer.
But it's a start... and, as I said, I applaud this beginning.

So somewhere... right now... in the mid south... there's a girl named Katrina saying "Katrina? Katrina!!! what the hell was wrong with Jo-beth? Jo-beth is a bitch... pick Jo-beth... dammit!!!".

~ wonders what's gonna be on Rocketboom today... :D
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A Tale of Woah... in three parts.
(no really... it all ties together... sorta)

The Dance.
I had this friend in highschool... he was a short guy, and I only mention that because his stature fits into the story. He was a bit of a nut and was always goofing around. This paid him back in rocks one day as we were walking towards the "smoking area" (yes, we had a smoking zone outside). We passed the pay phones. There were two of them... except one was ... well, the handset was gone. Three lonely wires extended from the silver snake like cable that used to connect the handset to the box. Mike... his name was mike, Mike steps ahead of us and over to the phone and separates the wires...and trying to be the joker... holds them against his head as though they were the hand set... "Hey guys, look... - ‘hullo? hull..." and then zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzap!! At first we had no idea what was up... but red wire against his lip and white wire IN his ear... He froze... he twitched a few times and then threw the wires away from himself... and then he started doing this dance. He and his short little self started bouncing up and down, arms twitching, head snapping back and forth... This went on for about 20 seconds... then it ended. He was fine... although he was never actually fine to start with but still... He did the "Electric Dance" and then we went for a smoke.

The Beaver
Geo spent a season as a Beaver. This is pre-cubs... and it’s basically ... weird. I mean, the kids play great games, and create things but ... I couldn’t help notice the little military industrial complex side of things as they all lined up and had to look sharp.. haha.. and then there was the other parents who were so freaking intense about EVERYTHING that they just made me sick to my stomach. I remember one guy that was so religion-racist that he was demanding that all the kids should be catholic... "or at l east they should convert..." er... yeah, whatever white boy.
Anyways... they had this Beaver. A stuffed bear type thing set on the floor that they put in the middle of the room and all the kids lined up around the beaver. Now the beaver was (seriously) scary looking. It was the "angry beaver". [ :: a picture :: ] And they did the Beaver Salute. Imagine someone holding up one hand with two fingers up, curled, and they’re making a buck tooth kinda face and a "snitch snitch" noise... it’s absolutely psychotic... We went on this big beaver bonanza (shhh) thing where little beavers from all over Ontario showed up in Ottawa and we all (one adult per kid) spent the night at the National Museum of Natural History... You know... where they have the beavers. These "national beaver coordinators" were there... with their "camp blankets" (big blankets with a hole in the middle to stick your head through... and the blanket is covered with badges earned doing ... whatever. K, so these "coordinator" dudes were the scariest things of all and when the lights were low and they were doing their beaver salute all over the place... I was wishing I had a Tazare..

The Rabbit.
Ok, now the point of this little story.... The Rabbit.
We watched Donnie Darko last night. I dunno if you’ve seen this or not... but dude, lemmi tell ya... Frank... the Rabbit...he is one scary muther fucker of a rabbit. Geezus.
As is usually the case with us... we started watching a little late so it was like 2:00 am when we finished. Bed time and we wanted to check email before bed but ... low and behold ... the net is down.
My server is a linux host in our basement. It’s in the back... near the ‘lectric panel and the phone line demarck... all tucked away with a chair and alight for doing things that can only be done right at the console.. I was on the phone with my ISP at 2:05, in the basement listening to some tech dude tell me that from 2 – 6 there would be scheduled maintenance taking place. ... Fine... whatever... I’m clicking off the monitor... hanging up the portable phone... standing and turning to leave.
... and Z was there.
She was standing there... four feet away... making the scary beaver salute thing complete with the teeth and the little "snitchy" noise...
Holy mother of god... my heart shot straight out of my chest and my eyes bugged out... I yelled and ... for about 45 seconds... I was hopping around doing the electrical dance... trying to calm down.
Handily... the most "solid scare" I’ve had in ages.
I’m surprised I didn’t wet my pants or ... have a heart attack.
Meanwhile... Suz was only there to ask me something about the server...and only did the beaver thing as a spur of the moment thing... She was having trouble breathing she was laughing so hard.


K, so here's what I can't help thinking about.

When the tsunami's hit south east asia... global aid materialized, even though the governments of (i.e. Indonesia, Shri Lanka) the affected countries continued to operate... paying salaries, running institutions and ... they really did not take any kind of leadership role in the relief effort for the thousands and thousands of lives in jeopardy along their coasts. But aid came fast and furious. Donations from canada worked out to a contribution made by 50% of the population... individual donations, let alone government contributions.

While I am ripe, ready and rippen to say something about "dude can afford to spend billllllllions blowing things and people up in a desert... he can certainly afford to rescue Katrina's victems." (and I'll mutter that to myself, regardless)... I am more interested to see what level of support the world considers reasonable when the absolute horror of what has happened in (i.e. New Orleans) the affected states and cities.

I am a cynic... and that cynicism wants to say "don't get yer hopes up."
Although I'd be rather pleased to find myself daft on this issue.

The people of little means... the lowest income strata in the southern states... are in a dire place.
The people of means... let alone the rich & well dressed... in the affected cities... are in dire straights.
Only the smallest fraction of the affected people will be able to pick-up and move away to a safe place, by their own will, while clean up, and rebuilding happens.
What of the rest?