These are the first random musings of 2011 (and first ones in a while)... they may also be the only random musings of 2011. Strongly considering closing up blog-shop.
I have discovered the joy of cooking steak with onions.
So, someone decided to publish The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, sans the word "nigger." Yes, Roger Ebert's knee-jerk reaction to the news was, well, an overreaction, but he's right. Editing any literature is stupid. And the people who support the idea are stupid. Is the word unfortunate? Absolutely. But do you know what's more unfortunate? People who try to pretend fucked up things didn't happen in history by editing them so nobody else knows they happened. Not only is that information control (something these nit-pickers like to whine about), it's blatant censorship. And censorship is for assholes. Motherfucking assholes. Edit that, bitches.
Hmm... I may have forgotten to mention earlier that I have discovered the joy of cooking at all.
Top Gear, one of the most-watched television series in the world, got in trouble because the hosts decided to dress up as Muslim women for a segment of their Christmas special on the BBC. Obviously, the Muslims who watch the show were "highly offended" because the hosts essentially "mocked" Islam for all of 10 minutes. Never mind the fact that the entire show mocked Christianity (particularly the belief in the Three Magi, who bestowed gifts upon a newborn Jesus), or the fact that the reason for the cross-dressing was to hide from (and mock) authorities from Israel (you know, that Jewish country that Islamic fundamentalists would like to see wiped from the face of the Earth?). No... they cared not about that. Only the 10 minutes that offended them. To them I say, "Go fuck yourselves."
By the way, if you've never cooked a rib eye steak in cilantro, you should try it.
The San Diego Chargers didn't make the playoffs. Argh.
I have recently discovered that the "lime" tree in my backyard is actually a lemon tree. Oops.
What's the point of being declassified if all the government wants to do is reclassify what they agreed to declassify?
Had eel for the first time ever. Loved it.
I'm slowly discovering that "I'm too competitive" is actually a euphemism for "I'm a sore loser." Got news for you: true competitors play until they win. They don't give up when they lose.
There might be a new country in Africa next month. The southern portion of Sudan just voted on a referendum to secede from the country. A little known fact about me is that I'm a geography freak... that includes both physical and political geography. The concept of a new country is something I find pretty friggin' awesome. One of these days I'm going to figure out how many new nations were formed in my lifetime... but I'll save that for the bucket list.
If Secretary of Defense Gates was truly concerned with military efficiency and cost-effectiveness, he'd push harder for the Marine Corps to be absorbed by the Army.
Whiny hags crack me up. And, before you ask, I've been known to crack myself up.
Actually, I've decided. Closing up blog-shop.
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Procrastination II: More Adventures Before a Deadline
There's work to be done this week, and a lot of it. Wait, forgive me, that's how I began the last "Adventures Before a Deadline." Pardon me for a few moments while I consider the implications of plagiarizing oneself. Wait, forgive me, you're reading this all at once and won't notice the delay.
Forget I mentioned it.
Truth be told, this entire year's been a procrastination. No, seriously, practically all of 2010. Yeah, there was the occasional gig that required me to physically show up somewhere and work (which, this year, happened to typically be in Las Vegas, which isn't exactly conducive to working hard), but for the most part everything's been a work at home deal (which isn't exactly conducive to working hard).
Met a lot of cool people this year... both via the virtual world and via the real world (what a hazy line that's become, eh?). Some are people who were already writing when I met them, many of whom should pursue publishing (and some who should not). Some are people who I - cough, cough - "strong-armed" (as they'd put it, no doubt) into giving creative writing a shot (surprise, surprise - or not - they're actually good!). Other than that, though, everyone I've met has been a bastard.
Okay, not really, but I'm going for symmetry here. Because, well, looking for symmetry is keeping me from my work, which is what this is all about.
So how else has 2010 been a procrastination? Well, I'll tell you. I've been "trying" to get to my current location for a long time. I left a previous location in October of 2009... and got all of 80 or 90 miles to a friend's house. At which point two of my dogs ran away for five days and screwed up my entire schedule. And instead of getting immediately back on track, I stayed put until March of 2010 (which is when things got a bit... tenuous). From March until July of 2010 I let myself get a tad too comfortable in yet another location that was not my intended location.
Until, finally, I got here. Not that any of that will make sense to anyone (well, it will to a handful, but probably not to you).
I'd have been here earlier, mind you, but a dust-up with a landlord and a delay in work material screwed up my entire schedule. At least no runaway dogs were involved (although a runaway cat almost played a hand).
So here I am, once again rushing before a submission deadline for publication. I thoroughly enjoyed the research portion, but am now caught in the mire of actually producing what my contract dictates I produce. It's not helping that there are a couple of people I prefer wasting my time with (not that I consider them wastes of time... far to the contrary, in fact). Then again, I've given away all of my televisions, brought none of my video games with me, and have temporarily given up any semblance of a nightlife (to and including a substantial personal life).
One would think there'd be nothing to procrastinate with, eh? Ah, Hell no! There's Facebook!
Hang on... time for a status update. "JeffScape is a lazy bastard."
Yeah, that seems to fit at the moment.
Forget I mentioned it.
Truth be told, this entire year's been a procrastination. No, seriously, practically all of 2010. Yeah, there was the occasional gig that required me to physically show up somewhere and work (which, this year, happened to typically be in Las Vegas, which isn't exactly conducive to working hard), but for the most part everything's been a work at home deal (which isn't exactly conducive to working hard).
Met a lot of cool people this year... both via the virtual world and via the real world (what a hazy line that's become, eh?). Some are people who were already writing when I met them, many of whom should pursue publishing (and some who should not). Some are people who I - cough, cough - "strong-armed" (as they'd put it, no doubt) into giving creative writing a shot (surprise, surprise - or not - they're actually good!). Other than that, though, everyone I've met has been a bastard.
Okay, not really, but I'm going for symmetry here. Because, well, looking for symmetry is keeping me from my work, which is what this is all about.
So how else has 2010 been a procrastination? Well, I'll tell you. I've been "trying" to get to my current location for a long time. I left a previous location in October of 2009... and got all of 80 or 90 miles to a friend's house. At which point two of my dogs ran away for five days and screwed up my entire schedule. And instead of getting immediately back on track, I stayed put until March of 2010 (which is when things got a bit... tenuous). From March until July of 2010 I let myself get a tad too comfortable in yet another location that was not my intended location.
Until, finally, I got here. Not that any of that will make sense to anyone (well, it will to a handful, but probably not to you).
I'd have been here earlier, mind you, but a dust-up with a landlord and a delay in work material screwed up my entire schedule. At least no runaway dogs were involved (although a runaway cat almost played a hand).
So here I am, once again rushing before a submission deadline for publication. I thoroughly enjoyed the research portion, but am now caught in the mire of actually producing what my contract dictates I produce. It's not helping that there are a couple of people I prefer wasting my time with (not that I consider them wastes of time... far to the contrary, in fact). Then again, I've given away all of my televisions, brought none of my video games with me, and have temporarily given up any semblance of a nightlife (to and including a substantial personal life).
One would think there'd be nothing to procrastinate with, eh? Ah, Hell no! There's Facebook!
Hang on... time for a status update. "JeffScape is a lazy bastard."
Yeah, that seems to fit at the moment.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Diary-Ah
Weird. For the past few weeks (months, really), I've been anticipating another move. Plenty of logistics involved in such a move, but anyone who's ever gone from one place to another knows this. Where it's been extra crazy for me is here, on this friggin' blog. See, I've been maintaining a forced schedule of posting all year to prove a bit of a point (and those in need of this "proof" know who they are), but it's been... shall we say... a tad inconvenient.
Long-story short, given several potential move dates, I wound up pre-scheduling a number of posts (at one point, I was three or four months ahead). These pre-scheduled posts not only included all of my "rant and rave" days, but many of my "creative writing" days, as well. Problem with that, though... there are three creative posting groups I like to participate in (The Tenth Daughter of Memory, Magpie Tales, and Theme Thursday) and I very quickly realized that scheduling the "creative writing" days in advance effectively preempted any participation therein. So I unscheduled... and wound up with a rather large backlog of ready-to-go material.
And now my brain isn't working. I think I've run through my imagination supply for the year. Seriously, it hurts to think (then again, that might be an unrelated problem). Basically, my attempt to "get ahead" might result in not being able to participate, anyway, thanks to massive brain farting.
Ah, well.. c'est la vie.
***
In other news, a few loyal readers have expressed disdain at the fact that several stories that have appeared on these virtual pages are not to be finished on these same virtual pages (I have a reason for this, and it's explained elsewhere... but I'm not sure if it's in a post that's already up or will be up soon). So, I'm considering starting a new blog that's invite-only for those who are truly interested to see how my brain (when it works) pieces together the remainder of these stories. If I do create the new blog (and I've made no decision as of this writing), I'll let those who expressed interest know.
For the first time in a long time, I became appalled at the ability (or willingness) of American book distributors to supply works from foreign authors. I'm currently under contract to analyze the works of some Commonwealth short story writers, and two of those writers are Australian. One of the authors was easy to find, but the other... holy cow. Granted, had these writers been from, say, Sri Lanka or Tanzania, I'd be a little more forgiving of the difficulty in acquiring English versions of applicable works from those nations... but I'm talking Australia, a rather large English-speaking part of the world. Seriously, I went to Borders, Barnes & Noble, Books-a-Million, Amazon.com, Buy.com, and even some specialty shops. All to no avail. Were it not for a good friend living in Sydney, I'd have had to (gasp) search university libraries and (gasp) lose my tax write-off.
Yes, I just made a mountain out of a molehill. It can be fun sometimes, you know.
That's all for now.
Long-story short, given several potential move dates, I wound up pre-scheduling a number of posts (at one point, I was three or four months ahead). These pre-scheduled posts not only included all of my "rant and rave" days, but many of my "creative writing" days, as well. Problem with that, though... there are three creative posting groups I like to participate in (The Tenth Daughter of Memory, Magpie Tales, and Theme Thursday) and I very quickly realized that scheduling the "creative writing" days in advance effectively preempted any participation therein. So I unscheduled... and wound up with a rather large backlog of ready-to-go material.
And now my brain isn't working. I think I've run through my imagination supply for the year. Seriously, it hurts to think (then again, that might be an unrelated problem). Basically, my attempt to "get ahead" might result in not being able to participate, anyway, thanks to massive brain farting.
Ah, well.. c'est la vie.
***
In other news, a few loyal readers have expressed disdain at the fact that several stories that have appeared on these virtual pages are not to be finished on these same virtual pages (I have a reason for this, and it's explained elsewhere... but I'm not sure if it's in a post that's already up or will be up soon). So, I'm considering starting a new blog that's invite-only for those who are truly interested to see how my brain (when it works) pieces together the remainder of these stories. If I do create the new blog (and I've made no decision as of this writing), I'll let those who expressed interest know.
For the first time in a long time, I became appalled at the ability (or willingness) of American book distributors to supply works from foreign authors. I'm currently under contract to analyze the works of some Commonwealth short story writers, and two of those writers are Australian. One of the authors was easy to find, but the other... holy cow. Granted, had these writers been from, say, Sri Lanka or Tanzania, I'd be a little more forgiving of the difficulty in acquiring English versions of applicable works from those nations... but I'm talking Australia, a rather large English-speaking part of the world. Seriously, I went to Borders, Barnes & Noble, Books-a-Million, Amazon.com, Buy.com, and even some specialty shops. All to no avail. Were it not for a good friend living in Sydney, I'd have had to (gasp) search university libraries and (gasp) lose my tax write-off.
Yes, I just made a mountain out of a molehill. It can be fun sometimes, you know.
That's all for now.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Irrewind, 20100807: Musings
I used to do general musings quite frequently. I've tapered off in the last year or so, but I rather enjoyed them and they make for quick and easy posts. And they're really the only place I use the more, er, "colorful" words found in the English language (don't say you weren't warned). Perhaps a comeback is in order.
"The Whirlwind"
Just applied to graduate school at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. The first of two intended Masters degrees... the second I want to get from the University of California, Los Angeles. What can I say? I'm vain and I think the MFA, MFA on my business card would look cool... Read More
"How About That?"
Scientists have just determined that the closest known living relative to the Tyrannosaurus Rex is the chicken. I'd plug in a "but what did they taste like" joke, but some asshole reporter who thinks he's more clever than me beat me to it... Read More
"The Following People Can Kiss My Ass:"
Those door-to-door college-aged magazine salespeople. Seriously, how long do you think we're going to believe that you're "barely beating your competitors" (ususally guys versus girls), and that you're "this close" to winning a trip to Costa Rica. Word of advice, if you're going to lie about being a communications student from USC, make... Read More
"Kudos and F.U.-dos"
Kudos to Al Gore, who completely remodeled his energy-hog home into something much, much more efficient. Way to put your money where your mouth is (but I still wouldn't vote for you)... Read More
"Nothing Much to Say About the World"
Speaking of conspiracies, anything think that Heather Mills is an Al Qaeda agent? She just screwed Sir Paul out of $50 million, you know. For some reasons such as "I can’t live without that much money" and "the $15 million I’m already worth isn’t enough to support my child." Seriously, the woman’s a c***. But I know the real reason she... Read More
"The Whirlwind"
Just applied to graduate school at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. The first of two intended Masters degrees... the second I want to get from the University of California, Los Angeles. What can I say? I'm vain and I think the MFA, MFA on my business card would look cool... Read More
"How About That?"
Scientists have just determined that the closest known living relative to the Tyrannosaurus Rex is the chicken. I'd plug in a "but what did they taste like" joke, but some asshole reporter who thinks he's more clever than me beat me to it... Read More
"The Following People Can Kiss My Ass:"
Those door-to-door college-aged magazine salespeople. Seriously, how long do you think we're going to believe that you're "barely beating your competitors" (ususally guys versus girls), and that you're "this close" to winning a trip to Costa Rica. Word of advice, if you're going to lie about being a communications student from USC, make... Read More
"Kudos and F.U.-dos"
Kudos to Al Gore, who completely remodeled his energy-hog home into something much, much more efficient. Way to put your money where your mouth is (but I still wouldn't vote for you)... Read More
"Nothing Much to Say About the World"
Speaking of conspiracies, anything think that Heather Mills is an Al Qaeda agent? She just screwed Sir Paul out of $50 million, you know. For some reasons such as "I can’t live without that much money" and "the $15 million I’m already worth isn’t enough to support my child." Seriously, the woman’s a c***. But I know the real reason she... Read More
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Unaccomplishments: April 7, 2010
You ever have one of those days that you actually get a lot of what you needed to get done done? You know... days in which asking a question that ends with the same word repeated somehow makes sense in your head? Or... a rampant use of ellipses seems cool for some reason? Yeah... ?
In other words... well, no. Let me back up. I don't even want to present a question. I merely want to present a statement: I'm exhausted. I don't know why. I took care of a banking matter today. I took care of a Veterans Administration matter today. I'm taking my dog to the vet (as in veterinarian, in case you were wondering if my dog is a former soldier) tomorrow to finally rid him of those nasty tape worms he carried with him from North Carolina. I'm also beginning many sentences with "I" and "I'm." I don't know why. I just am.
Oh, yeah... (look at that ellipses!) I'm exhausted. I guess I didn't sleep well last night. Somehow I passed out on my niece's bed at 4 in the morning or so. I think I was writing something. I know I was conversing with a friend in Australia (time differences suck). Oh, yeah... oh, yeah... I was definitely typing something. Something about people who claim to want to be writers but refuse to write. It was going to be ready today, but it's not. Instead I'm rambling in a zombified and catatonic state. Speaking of cats... there's one trying to fall asleep on this keyboard. The bastard.
I just watched my nephew beat a racing cup in Mario Kart Wii. Not that you care. I don't even care. I just had nothing else cross my mind at the moment just prior to typing that.
Ah, where would the world be without Nintendo? Anybody else think that Nintendo prevented the Cold War? A decade of Atari's lack of rapid technological advancement made better by a little-known Japanese import accompanied by a zapper gun, foot pad, retarded robot, and creepy mushrooms attacking Italian plumbers.
Come to think of it... that kind of sounds like the Cold War, doesn't it?
Anyway, one thing I forgot to do (well, I didn't forget... I procrastinated in lieu of a nap) was to check on if I'm working in Las Vegas next week. I really need to do that tomorrow.
I should probably clean the litter box and clean up all the dog crap in my sister's backyard, too. But I'm sitting in a reclining love seat (alas, with no lover... unless you count Sagremor... one of my cats... who's not even female...) and have no desire to get up. Not even to use the bathroom. Now would be a good time for someone to invent a toilet/couch combination. And deliver it to my sister's house before I have an accident.
Then again... accidents can be liberating. A little humility goes a long way, no?
I have no idea why I wrote any of this. It wasn't to prevent insanity. I'm already insane.
Maybe I just wanted to share it. And my lack of accomplishment today (well, yesterday by this point).
Eat me.
In other words... well, no. Let me back up. I don't even want to present a question. I merely want to present a statement: I'm exhausted. I don't know why. I took care of a banking matter today. I took care of a Veterans Administration matter today. I'm taking my dog to the vet (as in veterinarian, in case you were wondering if my dog is a former soldier) tomorrow to finally rid him of those nasty tape worms he carried with him from North Carolina. I'm also beginning many sentences with "I" and "I'm." I don't know why. I just am.
Oh, yeah... (look at that ellipses!) I'm exhausted. I guess I didn't sleep well last night. Somehow I passed out on my niece's bed at 4 in the morning or so. I think I was writing something. I know I was conversing with a friend in Australia (time differences suck). Oh, yeah... oh, yeah... I was definitely typing something. Something about people who claim to want to be writers but refuse to write. It was going to be ready today, but it's not. Instead I'm rambling in a zombified and catatonic state. Speaking of cats... there's one trying to fall asleep on this keyboard. The bastard.
I just watched my nephew beat a racing cup in Mario Kart Wii. Not that you care. I don't even care. I just had nothing else cross my mind at the moment just prior to typing that.
Ah, where would the world be without Nintendo? Anybody else think that Nintendo prevented the Cold War? A decade of Atari's lack of rapid technological advancement made better by a little-known Japanese import accompanied by a zapper gun, foot pad, retarded robot, and creepy mushrooms attacking Italian plumbers.
Come to think of it... that kind of sounds like the Cold War, doesn't it?
Anyway, one thing I forgot to do (well, I didn't forget... I procrastinated in lieu of a nap) was to check on if I'm working in Las Vegas next week. I really need to do that tomorrow.
I should probably clean the litter box and clean up all the dog crap in my sister's backyard, too. But I'm sitting in a reclining love seat (alas, with no lover... unless you count Sagremor... one of my cats... who's not even female...) and have no desire to get up. Not even to use the bathroom. Now would be a good time for someone to invent a toilet/couch combination. And deliver it to my sister's house before I have an accident.
Then again... accidents can be liberating. A little humility goes a long way, no?
I have no idea why I wrote any of this. It wasn't to prevent insanity. I'm already insane.
Maybe I just wanted to share it. And my lack of accomplishment today (well, yesterday by this point).
Eat me.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Notions from Northern Nevada
Yeah, so there I was... or am, rather. In Northern Nevada. A beautiful place full of not-so-beautiful people. The climate leathers people here, but that's not why they're not-so-beautiful. Attitudes here are just kinda blah. You know those bumper stickers that read "Mean People Suck?" There's a lot of that around here. A lot of Mormons, too. I'm not making a correlation, I'm just mentioning that for posterity's sake.
Anyway, my travels are proceeding fairly smoothly. Spent about a week in Texas. Never had a chance to make it down to Austin, but I will be there at some point. Texas is another one of those places that I love to hate and I hate to love. Dallas, even more so than San Diego, is my favorite city to party in. And I'm not a huge partier. I just love the atmosphere in Dallas.
Drove through a snowstorm in New Mexico and another in Nevada. Gotta love desert snowstorms. I know I do. I just hate desert slush after it all melts. Screws up the back roads, which I drive a lot in search of large expanses of land for the three dogs to go running in. Did I mention I blew a tire between Dallas and Amarillo? Yeah, it knocked over the cat litter box in the bed of the truck, which mixed with the water bowls I set out for the pets, which formed this weird sort of quasi-cement paste that got all over my German Shepherd's coat. I still haven't cleaned it out yet. I'll get on that.
Now I'm in limbo. The plan was to head to Seattle as soon as possible, but between a scheduling conflict and a possible gig back in Las Vegas I'm forced to wait where I am. Not that it's a bad thing. Got family here. Got tons of friends here. I just miss the ocean. I suppose the mountains make up for that a bit. I really should head up to Lake Tahoe while I'm here. That's one of the most beautiful places in the country, if you're unfamiliar. Fallen Leaf Lake is gorgeous (I think that's what it's called... been a while)(yep, just Googled it... Fallen Leaf Lake)(is "Googled" supposed to be capitalized?).
So here I am... or there I was. I really need to quit rambling and start writing something decent again. I must apologize for the general lack of quality these past couple of weeks, but whenever I get a chance to write it's usually very brief and forces some really quick and shallow "just type, dammit" exercises.
I'll work on that. In the meantime... eat me.
Anyway, my travels are proceeding fairly smoothly. Spent about a week in Texas. Never had a chance to make it down to Austin, but I will be there at some point. Texas is another one of those places that I love to hate and I hate to love. Dallas, even more so than San Diego, is my favorite city to party in. And I'm not a huge partier. I just love the atmosphere in Dallas.
Drove through a snowstorm in New Mexico and another in Nevada. Gotta love desert snowstorms. I know I do. I just hate desert slush after it all melts. Screws up the back roads, which I drive a lot in search of large expanses of land for the three dogs to go running in. Did I mention I blew a tire between Dallas and Amarillo? Yeah, it knocked over the cat litter box in the bed of the truck, which mixed with the water bowls I set out for the pets, which formed this weird sort of quasi-cement paste that got all over my German Shepherd's coat. I still haven't cleaned it out yet. I'll get on that.
Now I'm in limbo. The plan was to head to Seattle as soon as possible, but between a scheduling conflict and a possible gig back in Las Vegas I'm forced to wait where I am. Not that it's a bad thing. Got family here. Got tons of friends here. I just miss the ocean. I suppose the mountains make up for that a bit. I really should head up to Lake Tahoe while I'm here. That's one of the most beautiful places in the country, if you're unfamiliar. Fallen Leaf Lake is gorgeous (I think that's what it's called... been a while)(yep, just Googled it... Fallen Leaf Lake)(is "Googled" supposed to be capitalized?).
So here I am... or there I was. I really need to quit rambling and start writing something decent again. I must apologize for the general lack of quality these past couple of weeks, but whenever I get a chance to write it's usually very brief and forces some really quick and shallow "just type, dammit" exercises.
I'll work on that. In the meantime... eat me.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Programming
Holy cow. The River of Mnemonsyne challenge at The Tenth Daughter of Memory is over, and I'll be honest: I'm exhausted. Voting is underway amid some fierce competition and I can't wait until the entire process is over.
It's nice to get back to a much less demanding schedule. Mondays and Wednesdays, for the past couple of weeks usurped by the challenge, are now back in the domain of ranting about things that I feel like ranting about (regarding matters of which you likely care not).
Kind of a pity, really, that I can't think of anything to say. My brain is still trying to dump the story I spent so much time on. Ah, well... I'll normalize in a few days, I'm sure.
Random Musings
In addition to Theme Thursday, I've begun participating in another writing group called Magpie Tales. It's a similar group, but uses an image as a prompt, rather than a word. My only hesitation with the group is that the entries are due on Tuesdays, which (if you take a look at my intended posting schedule) pretty much preempts all of my work to one of the two groups. Where am I going with this? Well, in all likelihood, while I will most certainly participate in both, it's probably not going to be on a weekly basis anymore. After all, there's still the normal bi-weekly The Tenth Daughter of Memory to worry about.
I need to travel. Overseas. I haven't for a while and I can feel it. I'm a bit of a wanderer and I don't like staying in one place for too long. I've received invites to Croatia and Morocco. Anybody else feel like offering a couch?
Been enjoying Chuck on NBC and picked up Burn Notice on USA. Love 'em. Also caught Human Target on Fox, and while I'm a huge fan of the comic books, I'm so far unimpressed with the television version. Lost, however, seems to be recapturing some of its old magic.
I find it hilarious that, due to the dominance of the Canadian and American teams, Women's Hockey might cease to be an Olympic sport.
Speaking of the Olympics... anybody else enjoying their fade into irrelevance? Maybe I'll expand on this at another time, but maybe I won't. I think they need to go back to holding the entire Olympics every 4 years, rather than the 2-year rotation between Summer and Winter.
Eh... that's enough from me for today.
It's nice to get back to a much less demanding schedule. Mondays and Wednesdays, for the past couple of weeks usurped by the challenge, are now back in the domain of ranting about things that I feel like ranting about (regarding matters of which you likely care not).
Kind of a pity, really, that I can't think of anything to say. My brain is still trying to dump the story I spent so much time on. Ah, well... I'll normalize in a few days, I'm sure.
Random Musings
In addition to Theme Thursday, I've begun participating in another writing group called Magpie Tales. It's a similar group, but uses an image as a prompt, rather than a word. My only hesitation with the group is that the entries are due on Tuesdays, which (if you take a look at my intended posting schedule) pretty much preempts all of my work to one of the two groups. Where am I going with this? Well, in all likelihood, while I will most certainly participate in both, it's probably not going to be on a weekly basis anymore. After all, there's still the normal bi-weekly The Tenth Daughter of Memory to worry about.
I need to travel. Overseas. I haven't for a while and I can feel it. I'm a bit of a wanderer and I don't like staying in one place for too long. I've received invites to Croatia and Morocco. Anybody else feel like offering a couch?
Been enjoying Chuck on NBC and picked up Burn Notice on USA. Love 'em. Also caught Human Target on Fox, and while I'm a huge fan of the comic books, I'm so far unimpressed with the television version. Lost, however, seems to be recapturing some of its old magic.
I find it hilarious that, due to the dominance of the Canadian and American teams, Women's Hockey might cease to be an Olympic sport.
Speaking of the Olympics... anybody else enjoying their fade into irrelevance? Maybe I'll expand on this at another time, but maybe I won't. I think they need to go back to holding the entire Olympics every 4 years, rather than the 2-year rotation between Summer and Winter.
Eh... that's enough from me for today.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
End of Year End-of-Yearings
Another year is coming to a close. Good-bye, 2009... you were, well, a little weird. If I haven't written about all your weirdness already, I'm sure I'll get to it next year. Other than that, I met a lot of cool people in 2009, including "re-meeting" some cool people. I also disconnected with some people, some on purpose (which is rather odd for me, as friends can attest to) and some on accident (which happens more than I care to admit).
2009 (Really) Quick Review:
The Padres sucked and the Chargers rocked. Here's hoping the Chargers make it to the Super Bowl...
The Battlestar Galactica finale was, er, garbage.
Um... did anything else happen in 2009? I forget...
Blog Notes:
Anyway, I decided to cease and desist the MySpace mirror for this blog (some might have noticed the "Subscribe via MySpace" widget disappearing on December 8th... then again, probably not). I was going to wait until New Year's before I stopped the mirror, but MySpace decided to go ahead and block Blogspot/Blogger links again, so I gave up on the 11th. Anybody who still gets notifications from MySpace needs to subscribe via one of the other methods. No, I'm not deleting my MySpace account, and if MySpace gets with the program and decides to offer some sort of automatic feed posting, then I'll take advantage of it. But, until such time, au revoir MySpace Blogs!
I'm also going to make the Irrewind column into a bi-weekly one. Or, rather, the first and third Saturdays of each month. Why? For no other reason than that I am kinda lazy... and that I did the math: my Irrewinds would outrun (so to speak) my posting frequency if I kept them up weekly.
In other news: One-Line Movie Reviews will henceforth be known as Irreview! What does "irreview" mean? Nothing!
In Conclusion:
I clearly have nothing profound to pass along, so enough of this.
Happy New Year!
2009 (Really) Quick Review:
The Padres sucked and the Chargers rocked. Here's hoping the Chargers make it to the Super Bowl...
The Battlestar Galactica finale was, er, garbage.
Um... did anything else happen in 2009? I forget...
Blog Notes:
Anyway, I decided to cease and desist the MySpace mirror for this blog (some might have noticed the "Subscribe via MySpace" widget disappearing on December 8th... then again, probably not). I was going to wait until New Year's before I stopped the mirror, but MySpace decided to go ahead and block Blogspot/Blogger links again, so I gave up on the 11th. Anybody who still gets notifications from MySpace needs to subscribe via one of the other methods. No, I'm not deleting my MySpace account, and if MySpace gets with the program and decides to offer some sort of automatic feed posting, then I'll take advantage of it. But, until such time, au revoir MySpace Blogs!
I'm also going to make the Irrewind column into a bi-weekly one. Or, rather, the first and third Saturdays of each month. Why? For no other reason than that I am kinda lazy... and that I did the math: my Irrewinds would outrun (so to speak) my posting frequency if I kept them up weekly.
In other news: One-Line Movie Reviews will henceforth be known as Irreview! What does "irreview" mean? Nothing!
In Conclusion:
I clearly have nothing profound to pass along, so enough of this.
Happy New Year!
Monday, December 28, 2009
Drained Musings
Being drained sucks, doesn't it? I'm not talking about being drained as a result of being proactive... that kind of drained is fine; it usually means you've accomplished or are accomplishing something. I'm talking about the other kind of drained... the kind that's the result of being reactive (usually to other people). THAT kind sucks. And the people who cause that kind of, er, drainage suck.
It's kinda ironic, too (or hypocritical, depending on how you look at it)... a buddy of mine, who after an extremely prolific November, suddenly seemed to "dry up" as far as creativity goes. I've been giving him a hard time about it, but to no avail. And now, I'm the one who's all blah. I can't think of a single thing to write, other than these meandering musings that mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. Then again, does anything I write mean anything in the grand scheme of things? Hmm... must consult Magic 8-ball.
Anyway... enough of that.
So, the San Diego Chargers clinched the #2 seed in the AFC after an ass-whooping they handed to the Tennessee Titans (42-17... ouch!). I actually would have written about this sooner, but I was DRAINED! Still drained, really, but...
Go Chargers!
I am fighting a nicotine addiction with every ounce of willpower that I have. In other words: I'm losing. I've also come to the realization that even though I don't like smoking, I don't like not smoking either. What the Hell am I supposed to do with an attitude like that?
You've probably noticed (especially if you're one of the few who will bother to read this far) that I'm messing with a nav-bar (and that it keeps disappearing and reappearing). I have no idea what I really want to do with it, but messing with it is forcing me to learn CSS. And, in this day and age, CSS isn't a bad thing to learn. What relevance that has towards anything you might be interested in is beyond me, but I felt like mentioning it. And if anyone has any advice or ideas concerning implementation and/or other features, feel free to drop me a line.
Anybody know any good jokes? I haven't heard any good jokes in a while.
And that's all I really feel like writing at the moment. I'm lame, I know.
It's kinda ironic, too (or hypocritical, depending on how you look at it)... a buddy of mine, who after an extremely prolific November, suddenly seemed to "dry up" as far as creativity goes. I've been giving him a hard time about it, but to no avail. And now, I'm the one who's all blah. I can't think of a single thing to write, other than these meandering musings that mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. Then again, does anything I write mean anything in the grand scheme of things? Hmm... must consult Magic 8-ball.
Anyway... enough of that.
So, the San Diego Chargers clinched the #2 seed in the AFC after an ass-whooping they handed to the Tennessee Titans (42-17... ouch!). I actually would have written about this sooner, but I was DRAINED! Still drained, really, but...
Go Chargers!
I am fighting a nicotine addiction with every ounce of willpower that I have. In other words: I'm losing. I've also come to the realization that even though I don't like smoking, I don't like not smoking either. What the Hell am I supposed to do with an attitude like that?
You've probably noticed (especially if you're one of the few who will bother to read this far) that I'm messing with a nav-bar (and that it keeps disappearing and reappearing). I have no idea what I really want to do with it, but messing with it is forcing me to learn CSS. And, in this day and age, CSS isn't a bad thing to learn. What relevance that has towards anything you might be interested in is beyond me, but I felt like mentioning it. And if anyone has any advice or ideas concerning implementation and/or other features, feel free to drop me a line.
Anybody know any good jokes? I haven't heard any good jokes in a while.
And that's all I really feel like writing at the moment. I'm lame, I know.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Long Overdue Useless Opinions
So, I'm having a grand old time in limbo... no, really, I actually am. No responsibilities (save the pets), fewer bills (along with less income, but who cares), and a general sense of "chill." I like "chill," particularly when it's in quotation marks. But I hate the cold... oh, do I hate the cold. Is that irony? I'm not entirely sure, but I'm of the opinion that it is not.
Ah, well.
I'm also having a grand old time redesigning this place, as some can tell. On December 7th (Pearl Harbor day here in the United States) I finally implemented that long-elusive 3-column format here. I could've cheated and simply uploaded a 3-column template from some website, but I like to do things myself. Of course, I had a bit of help finding the right html coding from my friend, Kate W., but I shall forever after fail to attribute any credit to her. In other words: forget what you just read and pretend I did it all myself.
Anyway, I've noticed that this place has evolved from a forum in which I ranted or raved about particular issues (as well as my life) into a exhibition of early drafts of some of my creative work. I'm not sure if it's going to stay that way, but it might, as I find myself almost completely bereft of interest in news and politics as of late. US budget crisis? Who cares? I've been in a budget crisis since 2003, and I'm still around. Universal Health Care? Who cares? I'm a veteran who receives disability from the government (although I do admit that I sorely need to visit a dentist). Um... what else is happening in the world? What? We have a black President???
Ahem... since I have "evolved" (love quotations... LOVE 'em), I'm going to go back to my roots and be superficially opinionated for the day. Without further amusement... whatever...
Onions
Hate 'em. But I eat 'em. And I actually kinda like 'em, so forget I said anything.
Football
American football, mind you; not that overrated European/South American phenomenon that moves way too slowly to be considered a sport. I was going somewhere with this, but I'm lost now...
Democrats
I have come to realize that the term is a contradiction. Democracy is defined as "a government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised by them directly..." But here in the US, at least, Democrats are people who want the government to tell them what to do, how to do it, and then provide for it on top of that. Isn't that oligarchy? Ah, well, I don't really care.
Republicans
There used to be a John Wayne-influenced phenomenon among the right in the United States that "America is a Republic, not a democracy." Yeah, well, look up the definitions of the two... a democracy is, by definition, a Republic. Again, I don't really care, but I just had to point that out.
Daily Cartoons
The sole reason that Saturdays are no longer worshiped by young children anymore. Nickelodeon, you are the Devil!
The Devil
Not real. Enough said. Moving on.
Garlic
I do hate garlic, but I like using garlic powder in the rare instances that involve me cooking something. And I like garlic when prepared by someone who knows what they're doing. So I just contradicted myself again. Big whoop, I do it all the time.
Xhe
I find it odd when I see people using this word. And, yes, there are people using this word. If you have no idea what I'm referring to, read this: He and She Presents: Xhe!
Ninjas
Ninjas are cool. One on one, there is no pirate who can defeat a ninja. However, there are few (if any) ninjas who know how to sail and assault other ships. So, at sea, pirates ARE the ninjas. Anyway, it's a sad state of Japanese cultural affairs when one visits a "ninja school" in Japan and sees nothing but nerdy white guys who essentially make up their own rules of what constitutes ninjitsu and call themselves ninja.
No, that is not a joke. This is what has really happened. It's very disturbing.
Soccer
Or, "association football," is not as cool as American football. So there.
Hockey
Remains the coolest sport to watch.
Sleep
An excellent activity. And it might be calling...
Ah, well.
I'm also having a grand old time redesigning this place, as some can tell. On December 7th (Pearl Harbor day here in the United States) I finally implemented that long-elusive 3-column format here. I could've cheated and simply uploaded a 3-column template from some website, but I like to do things myself. Of course, I had a bit of help finding the right html coding from my friend, Kate W., but I shall forever after fail to attribute any credit to her. In other words: forget what you just read and pretend I did it all myself.
Anyway, I've noticed that this place has evolved from a forum in which I ranted or raved about particular issues (as well as my life) into a exhibition of early drafts of some of my creative work. I'm not sure if it's going to stay that way, but it might, as I find myself almost completely bereft of interest in news and politics as of late. US budget crisis? Who cares? I've been in a budget crisis since 2003, and I'm still around. Universal Health Care? Who cares? I'm a veteran who receives disability from the government (although I do admit that I sorely need to visit a dentist). Um... what else is happening in the world? What? We have a black President???
Ahem... since I have "evolved" (love quotations... LOVE 'em), I'm going to go back to my roots and be superficially opinionated for the day. Without further amusement... whatever...
Onions
Hate 'em. But I eat 'em. And I actually kinda like 'em, so forget I said anything.
Football
American football, mind you; not that overrated European/South American phenomenon that moves way too slowly to be considered a sport. I was going somewhere with this, but I'm lost now...
Democrats
I have come to realize that the term is a contradiction. Democracy is defined as "a government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised by them directly..." But here in the US, at least, Democrats are people who want the government to tell them what to do, how to do it, and then provide for it on top of that. Isn't that oligarchy? Ah, well, I don't really care.
Republicans
There used to be a John Wayne-influenced phenomenon among the right in the United States that "America is a Republic, not a democracy." Yeah, well, look up the definitions of the two... a democracy is, by definition, a Republic. Again, I don't really care, but I just had to point that out.
Daily Cartoons
The sole reason that Saturdays are no longer worshiped by young children anymore. Nickelodeon, you are the Devil!
The Devil
Not real. Enough said. Moving on.
Garlic
I do hate garlic, but I like using garlic powder in the rare instances that involve me cooking something. And I like garlic when prepared by someone who knows what they're doing. So I just contradicted myself again. Big whoop, I do it all the time.
Xhe
I find it odd when I see people using this word. And, yes, there are people using this word. If you have no idea what I'm referring to, read this: He and She Presents: Xhe!
Ninjas
Ninjas are cool. One on one, there is no pirate who can defeat a ninja. However, there are few (if any) ninjas who know how to sail and assault other ships. So, at sea, pirates ARE the ninjas. Anyway, it's a sad state of Japanese cultural affairs when one visits a "ninja school" in Japan and sees nothing but nerdy white guys who essentially make up their own rules of what constitutes ninjitsu and call themselves ninja.
No, that is not a joke. This is what has really happened. It's very disturbing.
Soccer
Or, "association football," is not as cool as American football. So there.
Hockey
Remains the coolest sport to watch.
Sleep
An excellent activity. And it might be calling...
Friday, November 27, 2009
Things I Did On Thanksgiving
Well, another Thanksgiving has come and gone and, as usual, I didn't do a whole lot. I haven't had dinner with the family since 2006 (which was the first time I had Thanksgiving dinner with the family since 1995). Hell, I didn't even have dinner this year. I don't know why, but such things don't bother me. I get berated for my blasé attitude a lot by many people, but I just don't change. Okay, maybe I change a little, as I did actually have plans this year, but my change is slow (unlike Obama's version of it... oh, wait a sec).
Anyway... what did I do this year?
I slept in until very late... like, a few hours after noon late. I did wake up to let the dogs out this morning, but other than that I stayed on the couch.
I argued with the person I had plans with, since xhe (a ha!) summarily canceled on me on the account of being depressed. I was supposed to go to her sister's for dinner and I'm fairly certain she told her sister that I pulled out, rather than what really happened. I even turned down two other Thanksgiving invitations in order to go, so I'm a tad annoyed about this.
The following happened on the 25th: I learned how to juggle three balls! Finally! Yes, I'm way too happy about this.
I played a video game called Plants vs. Zombies (really... but it's awesome... you should check it out) until I collected one of every plant for my Zen Garden (play the game to find out what that is... or Google it).
I had one cigarette and a limited amount of nicotine. And I had two pots of coffee (and broke a coffee cup, to boot).
I listened to every song on my Sprint phone at least three times. I love Sprint Music. I only download the free songs, but they tend to be really good and from obscure artists I would have otherwise never heard of.
I wrote this.
'Til next year!
Anyway... what did I do this year?
I slept in until very late... like, a few hours after noon late. I did wake up to let the dogs out this morning, but other than that I stayed on the couch.
I argued with the person I had plans with, since xhe (a ha!) summarily canceled on me on the account of being depressed. I was supposed to go to her sister's for dinner and I'm fairly certain she told her sister that I pulled out, rather than what really happened. I even turned down two other Thanksgiving invitations in order to go, so I'm a tad annoyed about this.
The following happened on the 25th: I learned how to juggle three balls! Finally! Yes, I'm way too happy about this.
I played a video game called Plants vs. Zombies (really... but it's awesome... you should check it out) until I collected one of every plant for my Zen Garden (play the game to find out what that is... or Google it).
I had one cigarette and a limited amount of nicotine. And I had two pots of coffee (and broke a coffee cup, to boot).
I listened to every song on my Sprint phone at least three times. I love Sprint Music. I only download the free songs, but they tend to be really good and from obscure artists I would have otherwise never heard of.
I wrote this.
'Til next year!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Organized Musings Revisited
A while back I wrote some "organized random musings," and since I've nothing better to muse about, well, I'm doing it again.
Television
I've previously mentioned that Jay Leno will kill NBC. Sure, so did many other people, but since I said it irrespective of them, I'm going to go ahead and claim that I was right.
AMC's remake of The Prisoner is, so far, quite a bit better than their absolutely crap remake of The Andromeda Strain.
Speaking of Leno... thanks for killing Southland prematurely. Here's hoping TNT (who picked it up) does the show some justice.
Sports
The Chargers are now tied for first in the AFC West after a bad start... they had to catch up to the Broncos (who had a great start), who they play next week. Go Bolts! And congrats to LaDainian Tomlinson for passing for passing Marcus Allen on the all-time touchdown list (Tomlinson is now in 3rd on that list) and Franco Harris on the all-time rushing yardage list.
Nice, Bill Belichick. Your supreme arrogance caused you to go for it on 4th down and 2 yards to go... against a streaking Colts team. You were winning 34 to 28 with two minutes left in the game. And you lost. I laugh in your general direction.
Speaking of LaDainian Tomlinson... New York Giants fans seem to take offense that Tomlinson is called "LT," which, as we all know, is the moniker of Giants great Lawrence Taylor. I don't really see what the big deal is, but I guess I tend to agree. Why not use "LDT" for Tomlinson?
Music
Tulsa's song, "Mass," is one of the best rock n' roll songs of all time.
Some recommendations for you adult rockers: Tea Leaf Green, Carlon (whose song, "Cantaloupe," is fucking phenomenal), Bert Susanka, and Au Revoir Simone.
Dance/techno/trance/whatever listeners: Radioactive Sandwich kicks ass. Magnum .38 isn't too bad, either.
Animals
If you have a dog that won't stop digging holes in your yard, fill the holes with his shit. He'll stop, trust me.
Conclusion
That's all I got... I'm sleepy.
Television
I've previously mentioned that Jay Leno will kill NBC. Sure, so did many other people, but since I said it irrespective of them, I'm going to go ahead and claim that I was right.
AMC's remake of The Prisoner is, so far, quite a bit better than their absolutely crap remake of The Andromeda Strain.
Speaking of Leno... thanks for killing Southland prematurely. Here's hoping TNT (who picked it up) does the show some justice.
Sports
The Chargers are now tied for first in the AFC West after a bad start... they had to catch up to the Broncos (who had a great start), who they play next week. Go Bolts! And congrats to LaDainian Tomlinson for passing for passing Marcus Allen on the all-time touchdown list (Tomlinson is now in 3rd on that list) and Franco Harris on the all-time rushing yardage list.
Nice, Bill Belichick. Your supreme arrogance caused you to go for it on 4th down and 2 yards to go... against a streaking Colts team. You were winning 34 to 28 with two minutes left in the game. And you lost. I laugh in your general direction.
Speaking of LaDainian Tomlinson... New York Giants fans seem to take offense that Tomlinson is called "LT," which, as we all know, is the moniker of Giants great Lawrence Taylor. I don't really see what the big deal is, but I guess I tend to agree. Why not use "LDT" for Tomlinson?
Music
Tulsa's song, "Mass," is one of the best rock n' roll songs of all time.
Some recommendations for you adult rockers: Tea Leaf Green, Carlon (whose song, "Cantaloupe," is fucking phenomenal), Bert Susanka, and Au Revoir Simone.
Dance/techno/trance/whatever listeners: Radioactive Sandwich kicks ass. Magnum .38 isn't too bad, either.
Animals
If you have a dog that won't stop digging holes in your yard, fill the holes with his shit. He'll stop, trust me.
Conclusion
That's all I got... I'm sleepy.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Pet Musings: October 12, 2009
Well, well... this week has turned out to be an eventful uneventful week, and I just figured I'd share a few things concerning my dogs and cats...
As some of you are aware, my two lost dogs have returned to me. They were gone for 94 hours (from Sunday at 3:00 PM to Thursday at 1:00 PM) in a place that they were unfamiliar with. I posted an ad on craigslist.org, went to the local animal services, and was about to put up about 50 fliers in the neighborhood they disappeared in when, in typical fashion (don't ask), I watched in relative disbelief as my two dogs walked down the road towards the very spot I was standing. Also in typical fashion, they didn't seem to think their disappearance was a big deal, although they were both a few pounds lighter. Jerks.
My German Shepherd (you know, the loyal dog that DIDN'T run away) was at first extremely happy to see the other dogs, but quickly realized that all the one-on-one attention he had been receiving had gone away. So, he did the grown-up thing and cried all freaking night because there was no half-asleep guy sleeping in an open garage throwing him the tennis ball at 2 in the morning.
One of my cats made a break for it on Sunday (yesterday at the time of this posting), primarily because they've been stuck living in the bed of my truck for an extra week, thanks to the missing dogs. And now, due to occupational requirements, they're going to stay in the bed of my truck for yet another week because I have to finish a book and submit a critical analysis by the 23rd... and driving across country isn't really conducive to that.
Pointless Musings
The San Diego Padres finished the season with 75 wins and 87 losses... good enough for 4th place in the National League West. Crappy, I know, but a far cry better than the 5th place they held for most of the season. Ah, well... there's always next year.
Thank you, NFL Mobile (only on Sprint) for allowing me to catch last Sunday's Pittsburgh-San Diego game when I was devoid a television. And thank you, NFL, for scheduling a Chargers bye week this Sunday while I was still devoid a television.
This just in: I am reactivating all of my paper bills from all of my utilities and banks. Not having the Internet whooped my ass last week, and I ain't letting that happen again.
Eh... I'd complain about more things, but I'm tired. I'll be returning to form in a couple of weeks (I think).
As some of you are aware, my two lost dogs have returned to me. They were gone for 94 hours (from Sunday at 3:00 PM to Thursday at 1:00 PM) in a place that they were unfamiliar with. I posted an ad on craigslist.org, went to the local animal services, and was about to put up about 50 fliers in the neighborhood they disappeared in when, in typical fashion (don't ask), I watched in relative disbelief as my two dogs walked down the road towards the very spot I was standing. Also in typical fashion, they didn't seem to think their disappearance was a big deal, although they were both a few pounds lighter. Jerks.
My German Shepherd (you know, the loyal dog that DIDN'T run away) was at first extremely happy to see the other dogs, but quickly realized that all the one-on-one attention he had been receiving had gone away. So, he did the grown-up thing and cried all freaking night because there was no half-asleep guy sleeping in an open garage throwing him the tennis ball at 2 in the morning.
One of my cats made a break for it on Sunday (yesterday at the time of this posting), primarily because they've been stuck living in the bed of my truck for an extra week, thanks to the missing dogs. And now, due to occupational requirements, they're going to stay in the bed of my truck for yet another week because I have to finish a book and submit a critical analysis by the 23rd... and driving across country isn't really conducive to that.
Pointless Musings
The San Diego Padres finished the season with 75 wins and 87 losses... good enough for 4th place in the National League West. Crappy, I know, but a far cry better than the 5th place they held for most of the season. Ah, well... there's always next year.
Thank you, NFL Mobile (only on Sprint) for allowing me to catch last Sunday's Pittsburgh-San Diego game when I was devoid a television. And thank you, NFL, for scheduling a Chargers bye week this Sunday while I was still devoid a television.
This just in: I am reactivating all of my paper bills from all of my utilities and banks. Not having the Internet whooped my ass last week, and I ain't letting that happen again.
Eh... I'd complain about more things, but I'm tired. I'll be returning to form in a couple of weeks (I think).
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Oft-Delayed Random Musings
Okay, so I've not mused randomly lately, but I saw some things in the news recently and have the urge.
Oh, I'm also imbibing in Merlot. Big surprise, right?
Anyhoo...
- Disney is acquiring Marvel Comics. This just seems... profound to me. Like, too good to be true, or too dangerous to be true. I can't decide which. I think I'd have liked it better had Paramount, Universal, or some other studio purchased Marvel. No clue why I feel that, but I do. Bite me.
- Yeah, I've not blogged about the San Diego Padres this season, because, well, it's just too sad.
- So Brett Favre finally did it and signed with the Vikings. Whoopedy-doo... wait until next year when he signs with the Lions. Now THAT will be newsworthy.
- While we're on the NFL: an 18-game season is a BAD idea. Pre-set scaled contracts for draft picks is a GOOD idea.
- Obama just recommended that people should get a shot for the swine flu. Fuck that. Is anybody else wondering why all these "super-flu" strains started cropping up AFTER flu shots became en vogue? I'm all for modern medicine, but damn... let the immune system do its job, no?
- Avid bloggers should check out The Tenth Daughter of Memory in case they're bored.
- I've probably mentioned this before, but Bob Schneider's "King of the World" is one of the best songs ever written.
- Books I've read (or re-read) recently: Arthur C. Clarke's 2001: A Space Odyssey, Larry McMurtry's The Last Picture Show, Dan Simmons' The Terror, Neil Gaiman's Stardust. All are heavily recommended. I'm currently reading Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere, and I've been assigned to read Charles Frazier's Cold Mountain. Anybody have any recommendations for what to read after those are done?
- People confuse me. Particularly women. Then again, I suppose that's what we get for Eve pulling the apple off the tree. And stealing a rib. Actually, archaeologists are saying that the apple was really a fig. Which makes sense, given that Adam and Eve wore fig leaves. Yeah? And who still believes that women have more ribs than men? Ugh.
- Oh, damn! I just read that red wine helps alleviate some of the harmful effects of radiation therapies. I'm all set!
- Er... never mind... it's only for people drinking ONE glass of wine a day.
Enough for now, I suppose.
Oh, I'm also imbibing in Merlot. Big surprise, right?
Anyhoo...
- Disney is acquiring Marvel Comics. This just seems... profound to me. Like, too good to be true, or too dangerous to be true. I can't decide which. I think I'd have liked it better had Paramount, Universal, or some other studio purchased Marvel. No clue why I feel that, but I do. Bite me.
- Yeah, I've not blogged about the San Diego Padres this season, because, well, it's just too sad.
- So Brett Favre finally did it and signed with the Vikings. Whoopedy-doo... wait until next year when he signs with the Lions. Now THAT will be newsworthy.
- While we're on the NFL: an 18-game season is a BAD idea. Pre-set scaled contracts for draft picks is a GOOD idea.
- Obama just recommended that people should get a shot for the swine flu. Fuck that. Is anybody else wondering why all these "super-flu" strains started cropping up AFTER flu shots became en vogue? I'm all for modern medicine, but damn... let the immune system do its job, no?
- Avid bloggers should check out The Tenth Daughter of Memory in case they're bored.
- I've probably mentioned this before, but Bob Schneider's "King of the World" is one of the best songs ever written.
- Books I've read (or re-read) recently: Arthur C. Clarke's 2001: A Space Odyssey, Larry McMurtry's The Last Picture Show, Dan Simmons' The Terror, Neil Gaiman's Stardust. All are heavily recommended. I'm currently reading Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere, and I've been assigned to read Charles Frazier's Cold Mountain. Anybody have any recommendations for what to read after those are done?
- People confuse me. Particularly women. Then again, I suppose that's what we get for Eve pulling the apple off the tree. And stealing a rib. Actually, archaeologists are saying that the apple was really a fig. Which makes sense, given that Adam and Eve wore fig leaves. Yeah? And who still believes that women have more ribs than men? Ugh.
- Oh, damn! I just read that red wine helps alleviate some of the harmful effects of radiation therapies. I'm all set!
- Er... never mind... it's only for people drinking ONE glass of wine a day.
Enough for now, I suppose.
Monday, August 31, 2009
More Inebriated Profoundness
No, I'm not as blitzed as I was the last time I blogged drunk, but I'm still a bit loopy. So, in light of the fact that a friend of mine just passed out while on the phone with me, I'm going to attempt ten profound thoughts again.
Or, rather, not-so-profound thoughts.
We shall see what we see, won't we? (somebody please tell me what movie that's from... I can't think)
1. I do not sing. I cannot sing. I don't care what you heard or from whom.
2. One plus one equals two.
3. Blood is definitely thicker than water... and leaves a bigger mess when spilled.
4. I had two cigarettes in the past week. I think this makes me a bad person.
5. Whoever said "there's no place like home" never went anywhere.
6. Don't axe me a question!
007. James Bond is the shit.
8. Friends you've never met are less likely to judge you.
9. Damn you, Barefoot! Cheap Merlot isn't supposed to be good!
10. Jaclyn Smith and Cheryl Ladd were way better Angels than Farrah Fawcett ever was. Yeah, I said it. Got a problem?
Meh... I didn't drink enough, I think.
Or, rather, not-so-profound thoughts.
We shall see what we see, won't we? (somebody please tell me what movie that's from... I can't think)
1. I do not sing. I cannot sing. I don't care what you heard or from whom.
2. One plus one equals two.
3. Blood is definitely thicker than water... and leaves a bigger mess when spilled.
4. I had two cigarettes in the past week. I think this makes me a bad person.
5. Whoever said "there's no place like home" never went anywhere.
6. Don't axe me a question!
007. James Bond is the shit.
8. Friends you've never met are less likely to judge you.
9. Damn you, Barefoot! Cheap Merlot isn't supposed to be good!
10. Jaclyn Smith and Cheryl Ladd were way better Angels than Farrah Fawcett ever was. Yeah, I said it. Got a problem?
Meh... I didn't drink enough, I think.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Drunken Thoughts
I'm blitzed (yes, from cheap Merlot) and I've decided to conduct an experiment, and in this experiment I will try to write no less than ten profound thoughts that come to mind, and hopefully these ten profound thoughts will make perfect sense when I read them in the morning.
It is currently 11:30 PM, Eastern time, on the 22nd of August, 2009.
Let's roll.
1. I finished a book tonight and am wondering if I'm going to remember doing so when I sober up. And if I remember doing so, am I going to remember what the Hell the story was about?
2. A friend of mine is expressing an irrational attraction for Kellogg's Special K Red Berries. I have no fucking idea what she's talking about. Hopefully I can refrain from using the word "fuck" or any of its variants for the rest of the entry. I wouldn't want to earn an "R" rating, now, would I?
3. Speaking of ratings... the MPAA is full of shit. We need a new rating system. Do I have an idea concerning this? Oh, yes, I do. Some other time, however. Just know that the MPAA is full of shit.
5. Whoops, I forgot 4, didn't I?
5. Just pretend that last 5 was number 4.
6. I am a fool, an idiot, a misanthrope, and a hopeless romantic. And guess what? I like it that way.
7. I have 30 pieces of 2 milligram Nicorette left. Confucius say: that's not enough fucking nicotine. Aw, shit... I used the "F" word again.
8. Why do all "bad words" pertain to sex and/or bodily functions? Oh, wait... religion. How's that for arbitrary?
9. To all those whom I offend: I humbly offer A) my humblest apologies... and B) that I don't give a shit.
10. Bo Derek? Are you kidding me? Not even...
It is currently 11:30 PM, Eastern time, on the 22nd of August, 2009.
Let's roll.
1. I finished a book tonight and am wondering if I'm going to remember doing so when I sober up. And if I remember doing so, am I going to remember what the Hell the story was about?
2. A friend of mine is expressing an irrational attraction for Kellogg's Special K Red Berries. I have no fucking idea what she's talking about. Hopefully I can refrain from using the word "fuck" or any of its variants for the rest of the entry. I wouldn't want to earn an "R" rating, now, would I?
3. Speaking of ratings... the MPAA is full of shit. We need a new rating system. Do I have an idea concerning this? Oh, yes, I do. Some other time, however. Just know that the MPAA is full of shit.
5. Whoops, I forgot 4, didn't I?
5. Just pretend that last 5 was number 4.
6. I am a fool, an idiot, a misanthrope, and a hopeless romantic. And guess what? I like it that way.
7. I have 30 pieces of 2 milligram Nicorette left. Confucius say: that's not enough fucking nicotine. Aw, shit... I used the "F" word again.
8. Why do all "bad words" pertain to sex and/or bodily functions? Oh, wait... religion. How's that for arbitrary?
9. To all those whom I offend: I humbly offer A) my humblest apologies... and B) that I don't give a shit.
10. Bo Derek? Are you kidding me? Not even...
Friday, July 31, 2009
Musings of Repetitive Writing
Well, that was quit a tear... easily the most prolific two months of writing I've had in a very long time, and certainly the most prolific two months of writing I've ever had concerning online stuff. Admittedly, the run started a little forced, then extracurricular experiences started providing more and more blatant motivation. Inspiration hit and I decided to try something new... "painting with words" as a friend so disdainfully describes it (I call 'em "Rorschachs," since their interpretations are clearly meant to be subjective)... and I think that's when I hit my stride.
That stated, my writing's still far from perfect, and I'm thinking I need to return to more conventional forms. I'm also not a big fan of repetition in writing, whether that repetition be words, tone, theme, etc. The best writers mix things up, and mix things up with relative ease. In rereading much of my recent crap, I've noticed a few things I kept coming back to: dancing, falling, flying, memory, moment, nostalgia, swimming... stuff like that. All fine and dandy in and of themselves, but dangerous when overused. Imagery is never so ineffective as when it becomes painful cliche. Too often poetry and prose starts to resemble itself.
Anyway...
Pointless Personal Musings
Looks like a return to the Army is in the cards for me. I've always felt I got out with too much unfinished business and I've finally received some much needed encouragement to go finish it. Some hurdles to reentry await, however... we'll just have to wait and see how the race unfolds.
The "dramatique" portion of my life has ebbed. The water is once again safe to swim in.
See? I just used "swimming." Argh.
For some odd reason, and I believe I may have mentioned this elsewhere, I've developed a fear of flying over the past few years. Maybe it's just me, but I can't think of a better cure for that than to jump out of piece of shit Air Force planes again.
No, that flying/falling reference was unintentional.
This one isn't: nostalgia really can lead to euphoria. I'd even claim it's the best way to go about life. It unlocks happy memories and shines a light on perspectives, perceived and prospected. There's a little alliteration for you.
As caught up with keeping in touch I tend to be, I can safely state that there are people no longer in my life that I will not miss. Cancers that don't kill you are meant to be excised, and that they've been.
I will, however, sorely miss my three dogs and two cats. Hopefully their absence will only be temporary. Loyalty, even from those not human, can never be undervalued.
Lyric of the day: "I'm like the wind in the canyon. I'm there, then I'm gone in a second."
That stated, my writing's still far from perfect, and I'm thinking I need to return to more conventional forms. I'm also not a big fan of repetition in writing, whether that repetition be words, tone, theme, etc. The best writers mix things up, and mix things up with relative ease. In rereading much of my recent crap, I've noticed a few things I kept coming back to: dancing, falling, flying, memory, moment, nostalgia, swimming... stuff like that. All fine and dandy in and of themselves, but dangerous when overused. Imagery is never so ineffective as when it becomes painful cliche. Too often poetry and prose starts to resemble itself.
Anyway...
Pointless Personal Musings
Looks like a return to the Army is in the cards for me. I've always felt I got out with too much unfinished business and I've finally received some much needed encouragement to go finish it. Some hurdles to reentry await, however... we'll just have to wait and see how the race unfolds.
The "dramatique" portion of my life has ebbed. The water is once again safe to swim in.
See? I just used "swimming." Argh.
For some odd reason, and I believe I may have mentioned this elsewhere, I've developed a fear of flying over the past few years. Maybe it's just me, but I can't think of a better cure for that than to jump out of piece of shit Air Force planes again.
No, that flying/falling reference was unintentional.
This one isn't: nostalgia really can lead to euphoria. I'd even claim it's the best way to go about life. It unlocks happy memories and shines a light on perspectives, perceived and prospected. There's a little alliteration for you.
As caught up with keeping in touch I tend to be, I can safely state that there are people no longer in my life that I will not miss. Cancers that don't kill you are meant to be excised, and that they've been.
I will, however, sorely miss my three dogs and two cats. Hopefully their absence will only be temporary. Loyalty, even from those not human, can never be undervalued.
Lyric of the day: "I'm like the wind in the canyon. I'm there, then I'm gone in a second."
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Procrastination: Adventures Before a Deadline
There's work to be done this week, and a lot of it. Two critical analyses are due for publication. So, for the first time in recent history, I'm in bed at a good time. Sure, there are a few out there who probably think that 1 AM is not a good time, but they're all pansies who don't watch Craig Ferguson's monologue. Seriously, he's hilarious and worth the sleep deprivation, even if he is Scottish.
Anyway... so, there I was, listlessly sleeping the night away right up until I had a dream that I died in a car accident. I'm not kidding, either. The impact was slow motion and it hurt like Hell. I even woke up in pain. Not that any of this has anything to do with procrastination.
Hang on... a buddy just logged into IM.
Okay, where was I? Oh, yeah, bad dream. Maybe it does have something to do with procrastination, since I'm not well-rested. I did wind up going right back to sleep after waking up at 7:30 this morning. Because, you know, 577 pages need to be read and 4000 words need to be written by Friday. Or is it Thursday? My procrastinating, it seems, has even bled over to reading the fucking contract. Oh, shit... I forgot to watch True Blood and Entourage last night. Be right back.
So... wait, I'm thirsty.
Luckily, I'm a fast reader. There are plenty faster than I am, but I did manage to read an 1100-page trilogy in a day once upon a time, and knocked out Black Hawk Down on a plane ride from SFO to Incheon airport in South Korea. Or maybe it was Gimpo airport, I can't remember. Let me Google it.
Google? Or Bing? I hate the word "bing." It's lame. "Google" isn't much better, but whatever.
Oh, yeah... not sure what airport it was. Who was in Black Hawk Down? The movie, I mean. Josh Hartnett, right? Somebody once said I looked like him. I think somebody's full of it.
These books are sitting here on my desk, just waiting to be cracked open. I read one of them a long time ago... 9th grade, I think. English class. Yeesh... I'm getting old. I've also seen both of the movies made from the two books, but I'm not sure that's going to help much. 2001: A Space Odyssey and The Last Picture Show. In Arthur C. Clarke's book, the ship winds up near Saturn, if I recall, but Stanley Kubrick was getting bored, so he cut it down to Jupiter for the movie version.
I should really get back to work. Need food, though. Off to the store!
Toilet paper? Check. Lean cuisine? Check. Dog food, cat food? Check. Ah, crap... forgot nicotine gum.
So, one of these books is from 1966 and the other is from 1968. At least Larry McMurtry is my favorite author, and it's probably my oversight that I haven't read The Last Picture Show already. Probably? Um, yeah... definitely.
Damn. I'm all out of excuses. Guess I should clean the kitchen.
Anyway... so, there I was, listlessly sleeping the night away right up until I had a dream that I died in a car accident. I'm not kidding, either. The impact was slow motion and it hurt like Hell. I even woke up in pain. Not that any of this has anything to do with procrastination.
Hang on... a buddy just logged into IM.
Okay, where was I? Oh, yeah, bad dream. Maybe it does have something to do with procrastination, since I'm not well-rested. I did wind up going right back to sleep after waking up at 7:30 this morning. Because, you know, 577 pages need to be read and 4000 words need to be written by Friday. Or is it Thursday? My procrastinating, it seems, has even bled over to reading the fucking contract. Oh, shit... I forgot to watch True Blood and Entourage last night. Be right back.
So... wait, I'm thirsty.
Luckily, I'm a fast reader. There are plenty faster than I am, but I did manage to read an 1100-page trilogy in a day once upon a time, and knocked out Black Hawk Down on a plane ride from SFO to Incheon airport in South Korea. Or maybe it was Gimpo airport, I can't remember. Let me Google it.
Google? Or Bing? I hate the word "bing." It's lame. "Google" isn't much better, but whatever.
Oh, yeah... not sure what airport it was. Who was in Black Hawk Down? The movie, I mean. Josh Hartnett, right? Somebody once said I looked like him. I think somebody's full of it.
These books are sitting here on my desk, just waiting to be cracked open. I read one of them a long time ago... 9th grade, I think. English class. Yeesh... I'm getting old. I've also seen both of the movies made from the two books, but I'm not sure that's going to help much. 2001: A Space Odyssey and The Last Picture Show. In Arthur C. Clarke's book, the ship winds up near Saturn, if I recall, but Stanley Kubrick was getting bored, so he cut it down to Jupiter for the movie version.
I should really get back to work. Need food, though. Off to the store!
Toilet paper? Check. Lean cuisine? Check. Dog food, cat food? Check. Ah, crap... forgot nicotine gum.
So, one of these books is from 1966 and the other is from 1968. At least Larry McMurtry is my favorite author, and it's probably my oversight that I haven't read The Last Picture Show already. Probably? Um, yeah... definitely.
Damn. I'm all out of excuses. Guess I should clean the kitchen.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Pointless Musings for 2009.5
Tomorrow is Independence Day, which means that we're officially into the second half of 2009 (seriously... July 2 is the half-way point of a normal year). A big move is in the works, and here's hoping it happens sooner rather than later.
This morning I finished transferring my old blog to here. That, I must say, was a pain in the ass. Very monotonous. In case you haven't noticed, I even transferred the comments (the ones that were left, anyway... MySpace blog comments will disappear if a commenter cancels an account... bullshit, I know), which is what took the most amount of time. But, I'm done, and now I can start tagging my stuff. Don't know why that excites me, but it does. I guess I'm just an organizational aesthete.
After months of fighting it, I finally broke down and bought a pack of cigarettes. And, yes, I hate myself. I'm considering giving the pack away, but we'll see how the day goes.
Other than the move, what's on tap for the rest of 2009? Not sure, exactly. I know that I have to turn in two critical analyses for publication sometime in the next couple of weeks. Beyond that, I don't have any solid plans. I don't think I really want to know what's just around the corner, anyway. Not that I don't appreciate scheduling, but I've been kicked around a bit these past few months, and I'd rather not see what's coming. My buddy J informed me that my karma was due for another beating... I'm still wondering where all the good karma went when I was doing "good deeds."
By the way, for those who asked, you do not need a blogger account to leave comments here, as I've left the "anonymous comments" option turned on. And, for those who asked, you do not receive an email when I post something if you subscribe. Apparently, notifications are via feed readers and Google Accounts only (you can use any email to open a Google Account). Perhaps I'm wrong about that, but I'm still learning how this place works, so bear with me. If you don't want to put in the effort (and I won't blame if you don't), you can still follow me on MySpace and Facebook for the time being.
Okay... just notified a buddy that he can have my cigarettes if he comes and gets them.
Yep, this was definitely pointless. Happy New Half-Year!
This morning I finished transferring my old blog to here. That, I must say, was a pain in the ass. Very monotonous. In case you haven't noticed, I even transferred the comments (the ones that were left, anyway... MySpace blog comments will disappear if a commenter cancels an account... bullshit, I know), which is what took the most amount of time. But, I'm done, and now I can start tagging my stuff. Don't know why that excites me, but it does. I guess I'm just an organizational aesthete.
After months of fighting it, I finally broke down and bought a pack of cigarettes. And, yes, I hate myself. I'm considering giving the pack away, but we'll see how the day goes.
Other than the move, what's on tap for the rest of 2009? Not sure, exactly. I know that I have to turn in two critical analyses for publication sometime in the next couple of weeks. Beyond that, I don't have any solid plans. I don't think I really want to know what's just around the corner, anyway. Not that I don't appreciate scheduling, but I've been kicked around a bit these past few months, and I'd rather not see what's coming. My buddy J informed me that my karma was due for another beating... I'm still wondering where all the good karma went when I was doing "good deeds."
By the way, for those who asked, you do not need a blogger account to leave comments here, as I've left the "anonymous comments" option turned on. And, for those who asked, you do not receive an email when I post something if you subscribe. Apparently, notifications are via feed readers and Google Accounts only (you can use any email to open a Google Account). Perhaps I'm wrong about that, but I'm still learning how this place works, so bear with me. If you don't want to put in the effort (and I won't blame if you don't), you can still follow me on MySpace and Facebook for the time being.
Okay... just notified a buddy that he can have my cigarettes if he comes and gets them.
Yep, this was definitely pointless. Happy New Half-Year!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Evolutionary Musings
As some of you have noticed, I'm currently in the process of transferring a lot of old material over to blogger (all apologies to those being inundated with update notifications for old crap). In doing so, I've obviously been reading a lot of my old writings and, I must admit, I'm a bit embarrassed by a lot of them. There's quite a few over-the-top rants that I didn't even truly believe back when they were written, and more than a few melodramatic entries that, in hindsight, betray false emotions.
At any rate, they're interesting for me to read, and they push home the indisputable fact that people change over time and, in many cases, change relatively quickly. Still, the voice behind those written words is definitely my own. I guess the old adage is true: be careful what you say, and be more careful what you write, for those words will undoubtedly come back to haunt you. Or make you laugh... either out loud or a bit nervously, as is the case with me.
Random Musings
Rhode Island is currently considering changing its official name from "State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations" to just "State of Rhode Island." Why? Apparently because the "Plantations" part sparks images of slavery. Seriously, people, get over it. Plantations are not defined by slavery... you can blame pop culture for that one. Adding to the irony is the overwhelming reaction to Michael Jackson's death, who is partially remembered as a pedophile (proven or not), but whose supporters posture that he should be remembered for his contribution to music over anything else he may or may not have done. So why can't this logic be applied to the name of Rhode Island? Oh, wait... whiny people.
Speaking of Michael Jackson... yeah, it was sudden, but is anybody really that surprised? Heath Ledger was a surprise. David Carradine was a surprise. Michael Jackson, to paraphrase Craig Ferguson, merely warrants an, "Oh, really?"
All that stated, his "King of Pop" moniker was rightfully earned.
Does Iran really want to pick a fight? Or is this just wild posturing? Of course, should North Korea get froggy at the same time, things could get really ugly really fast. I don't really see it happening, but to ignore the possibility is stupidity incarnate.
Farrah Fawcett, your passing was a sad thing, but I still have to point out that Cheryl Ladd taking your place on Charlie's Angels was a boon for that show.
I'm still coming to terms with Trevor Hoffman not wearing a Padres uniform. Be patient with me. My emotional recovery can only be fostered by the Padres winning their division, which doesn't look to be happening any time soon. At least Hoffman's replacement, Heath Bell, seems a bright spot.
The Department of Homeland Security and the Department of Defense are fighting over who gets control of military assets along the border with Mexico. I'm a bit biased, but I don't think that anybody other than the DoD should ever have control of military assets. Of course, if Obama uses this squabble as an excuse to push a "National Police Force," I'll change my tune, because that's an even worse option.
Someone I know thinks that World War II was the United States' fault, at least in the Pacific Theater. Someone I know needs to study more.
General Motors (now banally referred to as "Government Motors" by many) needs to collapse Buick, Pontiac, and GMC into a brand new imprint and market it between Chevrolet and Cadillac, rather than having a fire sale.
Fearless prediction: North Carolina will fail to pass another tax incentive for its film industry.
At any rate, they're interesting for me to read, and they push home the indisputable fact that people change over time and, in many cases, change relatively quickly. Still, the voice behind those written words is definitely my own. I guess the old adage is true: be careful what you say, and be more careful what you write, for those words will undoubtedly come back to haunt you. Or make you laugh... either out loud or a bit nervously, as is the case with me.
Random Musings
Rhode Island is currently considering changing its official name from "State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations" to just "State of Rhode Island." Why? Apparently because the "Plantations" part sparks images of slavery. Seriously, people, get over it. Plantations are not defined by slavery... you can blame pop culture for that one. Adding to the irony is the overwhelming reaction to Michael Jackson's death, who is partially remembered as a pedophile (proven or not), but whose supporters posture that he should be remembered for his contribution to music over anything else he may or may not have done. So why can't this logic be applied to the name of Rhode Island? Oh, wait... whiny people.
Speaking of Michael Jackson... yeah, it was sudden, but is anybody really that surprised? Heath Ledger was a surprise. David Carradine was a surprise. Michael Jackson, to paraphrase Craig Ferguson, merely warrants an, "Oh, really?"
All that stated, his "King of Pop" moniker was rightfully earned.
Does Iran really want to pick a fight? Or is this just wild posturing? Of course, should North Korea get froggy at the same time, things could get really ugly really fast. I don't really see it happening, but to ignore the possibility is stupidity incarnate.
Farrah Fawcett, your passing was a sad thing, but I still have to point out that Cheryl Ladd taking your place on Charlie's Angels was a boon for that show.
I'm still coming to terms with Trevor Hoffman not wearing a Padres uniform. Be patient with me. My emotional recovery can only be fostered by the Padres winning their division, which doesn't look to be happening any time soon. At least Hoffman's replacement, Heath Bell, seems a bright spot.
The Department of Homeland Security and the Department of Defense are fighting over who gets control of military assets along the border with Mexico. I'm a bit biased, but I don't think that anybody other than the DoD should ever have control of military assets. Of course, if Obama uses this squabble as an excuse to push a "National Police Force," I'll change my tune, because that's an even worse option.
Someone I know thinks that World War II was the United States' fault, at least in the Pacific Theater. Someone I know needs to study more.
General Motors (now banally referred to as "Government Motors" by many) needs to collapse Buick, Pontiac, and GMC into a brand new imprint and market it between Chevrolet and Cadillac, rather than having a fire sale.
Fearless prediction: North Carolina will fail to pass another tax incentive for its film industry.
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