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Yeah, the Pan is recovering its double X paired chromosomes.
On Watchmen: I’m pasted the halfway point of my read and it’s facinating so far. If any movie needs to be three hours long Watchmen will be the one. I wonder what the odds of an extended DVD cut are? Does anyone know if they are shooting for an R or a PG-13 rating. Please tell me it’s going to be R rated.
Don’t tell Jack, but I think we should call in with our Watchmen reviews and make an impromptu WatchPan.
I’m sure Snyder is pushing for an R rating. He used it to good effect for 300, so he knows what he’s doing. As for the movie, I expect a theatrical release around 2.5 hours and an “extended” DVD version at 3.5 hours.
I remain cautiously optimistic about the Watchmen movie, especially after reading the interview with the director. Though, I do fear the theatrical release will end up being too compromised by time constraints. The DVD should prove epic.
This is a fine bit of illumination into the minds of the dissent:
“In a dissent he summarized from the bench, Justice John Paul Stevens wrote that the majority “would have us believe that over 200 years ago, the Framers made a choice to limit the tools available to elected officials wishing to regulate civilian uses of weapons.”"
Justice Stevens seems to fail to realize that the major purpose of the Constitution was to limit the power of government in general to a minimum necessary to keep order. Sadly, both left and right side ideologies have not been content and have been seeking expansion of government powers ever since.
Being brought up in the Midwest, I actually support today’s decision. I personally do not own a gun and have no plans to purchase one, but I do support the right of law abiding citizens to own guns. But I’m also in favor of waiting periods, background checks and bans on assault rifles.
Not caught up yet, looks like I have some helmets to read. Did I miss an e-mail, Van? The problem is more likely with sphericaljackm than it is with his email.
SsssOkay Rhett.
Have to say I support the SC decision as well.
The D.C. ban on weapons was a bigger failure then the prohibition on alcohol.
Gun ownership is far and away MUCH more widespread then people know.
I had a conversation similar to this a few years ago and a quick poll of the room showed that 7 out of the 11 people present, owned a gun. This included a Minister. In his case it was an Israeli assault rifle he had inherited from his grandfather.
The percentage of people committing crimes with guns vs. those who own them is miniscule but we will never get an accurate count because the responsible gun owner doesn’t go around talking about their gun in casual conversation or wearing/carrying it as a fashion item. Your neighbors likely own some form of fire arm and you don’t know it and likely never will.
Why punish the many for the actions of a few?
Yep, I’ve owned a gun since I was old enough to legally purchase my first .22 rifle.
My friend and I were talking about this over lunch. Neither of us personally owns a gun and, quite frankly, we’re both fortunate enough to live in areas where neither of us feel we need one. But, it is a right I do have high respect for.
I start typing dea and at the top of the list is…..www.jackmangan.com
IE used to have a similar function where you could put a keyword into the address bar. They had a deal with some company such that it would have a site associated with the keyword. So, if you just put GM in the address bar, it would take you to www.gm.com and so on.
This, I think, works even better since it learns what I put in most often and makes a better guess and what site I want when I put dead in the address bar.
Sounds like it Jack, I sent the email Just after Midnight Monday - so technically Tuesday morning (British Summer Time so still Monday in the USA) to the sphericaljackm address.
I’m getting jerky scrolling in FF3 in Vista. Enabling smooth scrolling is fine for webpages with little content but for something like like the Deadpan comments is unbearably slow compared to FF2.
Still no sign of FF3 on the official Mandriva repos.
But the the closest I’ve come to being threatened by a person wielding a gun, was a female French police officer at a checkpoint who thought the telescope me and a friend were carrying in the car was a weapon.
She never pulled her gun, but made sure we were aware she was packing.
I will also add, that if you’ve never seen a total solar eclipse with your own eyes (seeing it on TV or a webcam don’t count), put it on the list of things to do before…
I actually did not get that greasy jelly bean e-mail, Van. I’m kinda psyched that the screw-up was not my fault. woo! Go crappy yahoo mail! (or crappy gmail).
I agree that banning the general populace from access to guns truly doesn’t do any good. Bad guys will have them either way. — That said, Scalia has some incredibly stupid quotes from the hearing. I have weapons for self defense, btw, but I don’t own a gun.
‘After dinner I sat and waited for Pyle in my room over the rue Catinat; he had said, ‘I’ll be with you at latest by ten,’ and when midnight struck I couldn’t stay quiet any longer and went down into the street.’
‘Talby was counting stars again. He didn’t remember exactly when he’d lost count. Probably they were all noted down somewhere neat and official in the astronomer’s records - or had he disconnected the tracker? It was hard to recall. There seemed to be something about uncoupling all the scientific instruments a while back, uncoupling them because it seemed blasphemous for such splendor to be reduced to a mere listing in a book.’
‘Five hours’ New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in Camden Town to the dire and ever circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm.
It is that flat and spectral non-hour, awash in limbic tides, brainstem stirring fitfully, flashing inappropriate reptilian demands for sex, food, sedation, all of the above, and none really an option now.’
I don’t own one for “protection”. I like the loud noise and the ability to reach out a large distance and put holes in stuff. Probably some sort of “guy thing”.
The one time I lived in a place where it was conceivably a good idea to carry a gun for self defense … I specifically chose not to.
I figured that in a tight spot I would rely on fast talking or faster running to get myself out of danger … I had no desire to have “kill someone” as one of my options.
BTW: I also REALLY like fireworks! hehehehehehehe ssssssssssssBOOMcracklecrackle!
‘Forbin leaned back in the plastic-smelling opulence of the armour-plated car of the Presidential fleet, gazing at the dartboard neck of the Marine driver. The great moment was a bare five minutes away - the moment he had worked unremittingly towards for twelve hard years’
EssBee, re: the Food Network. Darcy and I have been calling it Food Porn for a while now. It’s people doing all sorts of wild things you know you’d like to try but may never actually get up the nerve to…
Just like porn, except with food instead of commemorative statuettes.
Rose has been drafted. Hugh is happy.
Now instead of hearing: ‘They better fucking draft Rose’ every day I can hear ‘They drafted Rose! I can’t wait for the NBA season to start up again!!’
Hugh sez: you should be happy about the NBA draft, it’s cheered me up after the dow drop today, do you have any idea how much head I would of needed to get over a 358 pt drop?
Thats my husband ladies and gentlemen, Im so proud of him! *sobs*
Actually, I can use that in a for-real sentence: I want to get back into cycling as an exercise routine. I really need a new helmet, though. The helmet I’ve been wearing isn’t my helmet, and it doesn’t fit me very well.
‘There is no mystery to happiness,
Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out to scorn - or worse, indifference - cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man does not look back. He doesn’t look ahead. He lives in the present.’
Rio DeJaneiro: A sharp increase in drugs and cell-phones found inside a Brazilian prison mystified officials - until guards spotted some distressed pigeons struggling to stay airborne.
Inmates at the prison in Marilla, Sao Paulo state had been training carrier pigeons to smuggle in goods using cellphone sized pouches on their backs.
Official ssaid the pigeons, bread and trained inside the prison, lived on the jail’s roof, where prisoners would take their deliveries before smuggling the birds out again through friends and family.
Not sure if it’s a myth. There is a story that when they were developing that were the early radars, they kept finding dead birds near the dishes that were curiously warm. When somebody realised the radar was cooking the birds this lead to microwave ovens.
It’s good it’s Friday. Evil, Inc. is testing my patience this week. Yesterday, I sat in on 4 conference calls that accomplished nothing. Today, looks like I have 3 scheduled.
‘Behind every man now alive stands thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living. Since the dawn of time, roughly a hundred billion human beings have walked the planet Earth.’
Now playing … Wham - “Everything She Wants” (hey, it’s internet radio … you take what they give you)
Ed - did you see the McCain green-screen fun the other night? It was brilliant! I think it says something for the caliber of artist/geek that watches that show!
Now … on with the day. On the road again by noon. I will NOT forget my suitecase this time.
HELMET!
‘One afternoon, at low water, Mr. Isbister, a young artist lodging at Boscastle, walked from that place to the picturesque cove of Pentargen, desiring to examine the caves there. Halfway down the precipitous path to the Pentargen beach he came suddenly upon a man
sitting in an attitude of profound distress beneath a projecting mass of rock. The hands of this man hung limply over his knees, his eyes were red and staring before him, and his face was wet with tears.’
‘Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a “Penang lawyer.” Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across. “To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H.,” was engraved upon it, with the date “1884.” It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry–dignified, solid, and reassuring.’
-The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle
‘”A GENTLEMAN to see you, Doctor.”
From across the common a clock sounded the half-hour.
“Ten-thirty!” I said. “A late visitor. Show him up, if you please.”
I pushed my writing aside and tilted the lamp-shade, as footsteps sounded on the landing. The next moment I had jumped to my feet, for a tall, lean man, with his square-cut, clean-shaven face sun-baked to the hue of coffee, entered and extended both hands, with a cry:
“Good old Petrie! Didn’t expect me, I’ll swear!”
It was Nayland Smith—whom I had thought to be in Burma!’
Harnin stared into the eyes of the dead. It was his ritual for so many years of patrolling the badlands east of Eldone. He had never forgotten what it felt like to see the innocent dead, but in the past it hadn’t come without others milling about to bury them, and pepper him with questions. To be alone with the silent voices of the dead crying out to him for justice left a terribly cold and empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. So often regret shrouded his steps as the people who would look to Eldone for protection continually faced the dangers of bandits in the badlands.
Reasons escaped him why the governor of Eldone would not root out Baron Kel and his thugs, but they were too well entrenched, too well hidden in the coastal highlands of the East. He felt almost responsible for each raid, though it was beyond his power to stop them. Regardless, he had always looked into the eyes of the dead when he could, reminding himself of why he had taken an oath to protect and defend.
- The Visionary, Volume I of the Keldarian Chronicles, by Jim Perry
‘The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of
the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly
calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come
to and wait for the turn of the tide.’
‘One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it:—it was the black kitten’s fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it COULDN’T have had any hand in the mischief.’
1 Oh hai. In teh beginnin Ceiling Cat maded teh skiez An da Urfs, but he did not eated dem.
2 Da Urfs no had shapez An haded dark face, An Ceiling Cat rode invisible bike over teh waterz.
3 At start, no has lyte. An Ceiling Cat sayz, i can haz lite? An lite wuz.4 An Ceiling Cat sawed teh lite, to seez stuffs, An splitted teh lite from dark but taht wuz ok cuz kittehs can see in teh dark An not tripz over nethin.5 An Ceiling Cat sayed light Day An dark no Day. It were FURST!!!
Alathros pulled his right hand out of concealment in the fold of his cloak, with a long curved dagger poised to strike. He thought he was fast enough, but the supplier was faster and met his blade with a shorter, straight blade. As the realization of his failure came to Alathros, the other man smiled and hit him in the jaw with his free hand, sending him toppling out of the saddle, and his dagger flew from his grasp. His horse bolted, leaving nothing between him and the supplier.
He dismounted as Alathros scrambled in the dirt for his dagger. He found it, but the supplier kicked dirt into his face and the grit entered his eyes. He instantly doubled over, raking at his face with stiff fingers, when his attacker struck him in the side of his head. Whether with a fist or a foot, Alathros couldn’t tell. He straightned and flung a backhand where he thought the supplier’s head should be, but found only air. Suddenly a violent blow struck his right kneecap. His once straight leg bent unnaturally. He heard a crack and felt a tear as he screamed. He fell onto his back and the man leapt atop him, striking him now on the left cheek.
“Planning on robbing me in the desert?” he demanded, landing a blow to the opposite side. “Where are you going?” He struck again. Alathros raised his forearms over his face, but the man forced his way through and pressed his elbow into Alathros’ throat. “Try to kill me, will you?”
In a panic, Alathros pressed his palms into the man’s chest to try and force him off. A sudden heat flowed into his hands, and the supplier flew off of him like a rag doll. He heard the sound of the other man sliding in the dirt, and Alathros lay still, coughing and gasping for air. There was silence for a long moment. He held his hands out in front of his face, his jaw slack. What in the name of the depths had he just done? The silence was soon broken by the sound of approaching hoofbeats from deeper in the hills. Brarag and his two men soon came to his side.
“Are you injured, my lord?” Brarag asked when he dismounted beside him. “We heard your scream.”
“Quite,” Alathros groaned hoarsely. He was thirsty. He grunted as Brarag helped him to his feet, then he motioned for a waterskin. When his thirst was quenched he said, “You’ll have to help me into the saddle. We’ll fashion a splint when we reach camp.”
He then laid eyes on the supplier, lying on his back with a steaming, cauterized open wound in his chest. He was breathing his last. Alathros motioned for Brarag to take him closer. He stared at the wound with morbid fascination. The nubs of his broken ribs gleamed a pale white at the edges of the wound. One lung had been obliterated, and his heart poured blood into his chest as part of it collapsed. It pooled darkly around him. Alathros clutched Brarag’s arm with his right hand, then bent down to pull the coinpurse off with his left.
He smiled down at the man, his life seeping out of him. “Thank you for the supplies. I will consider it a gift.” He laughed abrubtly, and lifted the bag slightly. “A compliment to your generosity.”
NEW YORK - With a bruised forehead, Stephen Colbert has found a new cause celebre: fighting the glamorization of “face violence.” As he did after breaking his wrist last year, Colbert has transformed a real-life injury into a mock crusade. Colbert was injured Saturday, and while he’s been cagey about the cause, he’s made no attempt to hide the scarring between his eyebrows this week on “The Colbert Report.”
Colbert has claimed it could have happened by smashing watermelons with his head or by “practicing for a walk-on role in Cirque du Soleil and overestimating the number of French Canadians my forehead would support.”
Back from grocery shopping. When I came back something happened I was going to tell, about my mother, but I think I’ll record it as a dumb ass memory instead.
‘”It’s going into a wide elliptical Earth Orbit,” Judith Hoffman said. “Perigee about ten thousand kilometers, apogee about five hundred thousand. It’ll make a loop around the moon every third orbit.” She pulled back from the video screen to let Garry Lanier have a look from where he sat on the edge of her desk. For the time being, the Stone still resembled a baked potato, with no meaningful detail.’
‘The nearest iceberg looked firmly grounded. Waves, with the whole fetch of the Atlantic behind them, exploded upon it, just as they would upon solid rock. Further out there were other large bergs, also stranded by the falling tide, and looking like sudden white mountains. Here and there among the them smaller ones were still afloat, with the wind and the current driving them slowly up the Channel. That morning there were more, I fancy, than we had ever before seen at one time. I paused to look at them. Blinding white crags in a blue sea.’
There was nothing to indicate the fact but the white hand of the tiny gauge on the board before him. The control room was empty but for himself; there was no sound other than the murmur of the drives—but the white hand had moved. It had been on zero when the little ship was launched from the Stardust; now, an hour later, it had crept up. There was something in the supplies closet across the room, it was saying, some kind of a body that radiated heat.
It could be but one kind of a body_a living, human body.’
‘Patrol Cruiser “IP-T 247″ circling out toward Pluto on leisurely inspection tour to visit the outpost miners there, was in no hurry at all as she loafed along. Her six-man crew was taking it very easy, and easy meant two-man watches, and low speed, to watch for the instrument panel and attend ship into the bargain.
She was about thirty million miles off Pluto, just beginning to get in touch with some of the larger mining stations out there, when Buck Kendall’s turn at the controls came along. Buck Kendall was one of life’s little jokes. When Nature made him, she was absentminded. Buck stood six feet two in his stocking feet, with his usual slight stoop in operation. When he forgot, and stood up straight, he loomed about two inches higher. He had the body and muscles of a dock navvy, which Nature started out to make. Then she forgot and added something of the same stuff she put in Sir Francis Drake. Maybe that made Old Nature nervous, and she started adding different things. At any rate, Kendall, as finally turned out, had a brain that put him in the first rank of scientists—when he felt like it—the general constitution of an ostrich and a flair for gambling.’
‘Nobody ever saw the message-torp. It wasn’t to be expected. It came in on a course that extended backward to somewhere near the Rift—where there used to be Huks—and for a very, very long way it had traveled as only message-torps do travel. It hopped half a light-year in overdrive, and came back to normality long enough for its photocells to inspect the star-filled universe all about. Then it hopped another half light-year, and so on. For a long, long time it traveled in this jerky fashion.
Eventually, moving as it did in the straightest of straight lines, its photocells reported that it neared a star which had achieved first-magnitude brightness. It paused a little longer than usual while its action-circuits shifted. Then it swung to aim for the bright star, which was the sol-type sun Varenga. The torp sped toward it on a new schedule. Its overdrive hops dropped to light-month length. Its pauses in normality were longer. They lasted almost the fiftieth of a second.’
‘The telescreen lit up promptly at eight a.m. Smiling Brad came on with his usual greeting. “Good morning—it’s a beautiful day in Chicagee!”
Harry Collins rolled over and twitched off the receiver. “This I doubt,” he muttered. He sat up and reached into the closet for his clothing.
Visitors—particularly feminine ones—were always exclaiming over the advantages of Harry’s apartment. “So convenient,” they would say. “Everything handy, right within reach. And think of all the extra steps you save!”
Of course most of them were just being polite and trying to cheer Harry up. They knew damned well that he wasn’t living in one room through any choice of his own. The Housing Act was something you just couldn’t get around; not in Chicagee these days. A bachelor was entitled to one room—no more and no less. And even though Harry was making a speedy buck at the agency, he couldn’t hope to beat the regulations.’
‘On the day that the Polish freighter Ludmilla laid an egg in New York harbor, Abner Longmans (”One-Shot”) Braun was in the city going about his normal business, which was making another million dollars. As we found out later, almost nothing else was normal about that particular week end for Braun. For one thing, he had brought his family with him—a complete departure from routine—reflecting the unprecedentedly legitimate nature of the deals he was trying to make. From every point of view it was a bad week end for the CIA to mix into his affairs, but nobody had explained that to the master of the Ludmilla.
I had better add here that we knew nothing about this until afterward; from the point of view of the storyteller, an organization like Civilian Intelligence Associates gets to all its facts backwards, entering the tale at the pay-off, working back to the hook, and winding up with a sheaf of background facts to feed into the computer for Next Time. It’s rough on the various people who’ve tried to fictionalize what we do—particularly for the lazy examples of the breed, who come to us expecting that their plotting has already been done for them—but it’s inherent in the way we operate, and there it is.’
‘I scarcely know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth’s credit. He kept a summer cottage in Mill Valley, under the shadow of Mount Tamalpais, and never occupied it except when he loafed through the winter mouths and read Nietzsche and Schopenhauer to rest his brain. When summer came on, he elected to sweat out a hot and dusty existence in the city and to toil incessantly. Had it not been my custom to run up to see him every Saturday afternoon and to stop over till Monday morning, this particular January Monday morning would not have found me afloat on San Francisco Bay.’
2006: Stopped wearing wedding ring because weight gain made wearing it turn my finger blue.
2007: Finally got my act together and had a jeweler increase the size of the ring. Fits great.
2008: Start exercise program and loss 20 pounds. Ring keeps falling off my finger. I’m going to feel really stupid getting the ring shrunk a year after getting it embiggened.
‘The Jury chortled happily. The type bars blurred with frantic speed as they set down the Verdict, snaking smoothly across the roll of paper.
Then the Verdict ended and the judge nodded to the clerk, who stepped up to the jury and tore off the Verdict. He held it ritually in two hands and turned towards the judge.’
-Why Call Them Back From Heaven? by Clifford D Simak
I’m a bit pessimistic about my weight loss. People keep asking me why I don’t buy new clothes that fit me better, I reply “I don’t believe I can keep the weight off in the long term’.
Yeah Essbee, I’ve thought of that. LOL You’ll have to let me know how you like Sandman. I haven’t read any of the comics but it seems like everywhere I’ve read reviews of Watchmen, people recommend Sandman.
That’s sort of were I am Van. I can wear a belt with my fat pants, but can come to work with my fly unzipped in skinny pants if my weight goes up again. LOL
June 25th, 2008 at 11:23 pm
Let the parade of helmets begin.
June 26th, 2008 at 12:01 am
helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet helmet
Good night, helmush.
June 26th, 2008 at 2:23 am
Good morning, Un showPan.
I think I’m a’skeert to listen to the unshow after the first two comments…but I shall press on.
June 26th, 2008 at 3:13 am
Heeellloooo Helmet.
Time to work out — boo. Good thing there’s an unshow.
June 26th, 2008 at 4:35 am
Too early in the morning to contribute - just trying to help Jack hit is 500 Goal. -(YAWN)-
June 26th, 2008 at 5:29 am
Its Thursday, June 26th, and there is officially nothing interesting on the Internet.
June 26th, 2008 at 6:06 am
Will we reach our goal of 500 helmets? Only the gods, and TEB, know for sure.
CP: yesterday’s Democracy Now!
June 26th, 2008 at 6:29 am
Sevensies!
June 26th, 2008 at 6:32 am
If you’re going to get to 500 helmets I think I better make a comment or to.
Unshow is the way!
June 26th, 2008 at 6:34 am
Welcome back, Scott!
June 26th, 2008 at 6:34 am
I’m surprised that Jack didn’t make a joke about Stalag 17.
June 26th, 2008 at 6:34 am
Did anyone else watch the fabulous Nova episode on samurai swords?
June 26th, 2008 at 6:35 am
Seven & Eleven!
June 26th, 2008 at 6:42 am
Cool quote from Snyder about editing Watchmen: “I’ve lost perspective on [editing] now, because to me, the honest truth is I geek out on little stuff now as much as anybody.”
http://www.scifi.com/scifiwire/index.php?category=0&id=56712
June 26th, 2008 at 7:02 am
Ooh, ditto, I cannot WAIT for that movie!
June 26th, 2008 at 7:02 am
Me neither. I have to read Watchmen again.
June 26th, 2008 at 7:07 am
I was just thinking the same thing. I am the only 36 (37 on Saturday) year old woman I know who feels this way. I’m giddy!
June 26th, 2008 at 7:11 am
Jack…you said pole
June 26th, 2008 at 7:18 am
Where are teh SHs anywhays?
June 26th, 2008 at 7:22 am
Yeah, the Pan is recovering its double X paired chromosomes.
On Watchmen: I’m pasted the halfway point of my read and it’s facinating so far. If any movie needs to be three hours long Watchmen will be the one. I wonder what the odds of an extended DVD cut are? Does anyone know if they are shooting for an R or a PG-13 rating. Please tell me it’s going to be R rated.
Don’t tell Jack, but I think we should call in with our Watchmen reviews and make an impromptu WatchPan.
June 26th, 2008 at 7:23 am
Andrea dropped some hints that they were going to be pretty busy for the next few weeks. She didn’t elaborate on what.
June 26th, 2008 at 7:30 am
I’m sure Snyder is pushing for an R rating. He used it to good effect for 300, so he knows what he’s doing. As for the movie, I expect a theatrical release around 2.5 hours and an “extended” DVD version at 3.5 hours.
June 26th, 2008 at 7:40 am
^That would be cool.
June 26th, 2008 at 7:42 am
^WAY cool.
June 26th, 2008 at 7:43 am
CP: The Real Me - The Who
June 26th, 2008 at 8:17 am
I remain cautiously optimistic about the Watchmen movie, especially after reading the interview with the director. Though, I do fear the theatrical release will end up being too compromised by time constraints. The DVD should prove epic.
June 26th, 2008 at 8:17 am
500 Helmets this week is going to be a tall order. We shall have to reach for helmet references, to be sure.
June 26th, 2008 at 8:18 am
“All rise is the presence of Dark Helmet!”
GASP…..I can’t breath in this thing!
June 26th, 2008 at 8:21 am
A rare bit of good news from the Supreme Court
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080626/ap_on_go_su_co/scotus_guns
June 26th, 2008 at 8:26 am
This is a fine bit of illumination into the minds of the dissent:
“In a dissent he summarized from the bench, Justice John Paul Stevens wrote that the majority “would have us believe that over 200 years ago, the Framers made a choice to limit the tools available to elected officials wishing to regulate civilian uses of weapons.”"
Justice Stevens seems to fail to realize that the major purpose of the Constitution was to limit the power of government in general to a minimum necessary to keep order. Sadly, both left and right side ideologies have not been content and have been seeking expansion of government powers ever since.
June 26th, 2008 at 8:34 am
Ed, it probably won’t shock you that I am on the other side of the gun issue. I don’t find lifting the gun ban in D.C. good news.
I liked the article, though, thanks!
Here’s another:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/06/26/supreme-court-upholds-rig_n_109365.html
June 26th, 2008 at 8:36 am
Bugger I think Jack lost my GJB guess..or yahoo.
I shall now grind my teeth.
June 26th, 2008 at 8:38 am
Well, doing my part to help raise the helmet count… That is all.
June 26th, 2008 at 8:40 am
Wonder if there is a problem with the sphericaljackm email address.
June 26th, 2008 at 8:48 am
Being brought up in the Midwest, I actually support today’s decision. I personally do not own a gun and have no plans to purchase one, but I do support the right of law abiding citizens to own guns. But I’m also in favor of waiting periods, background checks and bans on assault rifles.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:18 am
RapidEye AND Tosus are freed from mod.
Not caught up yet, looks like I have some helmets to read. Did I miss an e-mail, Van? The problem is more likely with sphericaljackm than it is with his email.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:19 am
It appears I’ve thrown some cold water on the Deadpan by being brashly political, so in penance I offer this photo of cute puppies.
http://tinyurl.com/2465m6
June 26th, 2008 at 9:31 am
Dark Helmet - “I’m surrounded by assholes!”
June 26th, 2008 at 9:35 am
SsssOkay Rhett.
Have to say I support the SC decision as well.
The D.C. ban on weapons was a bigger failure then the prohibition on alcohol.
Gun ownership is far and away MUCH more widespread then people know.
I had a conversation similar to this a few years ago and a quick poll of the room showed that 7 out of the 11 people present, owned a gun. This included a Minister. In his case it was an Israeli assault rifle he had inherited from his grandfather.
The percentage of people committing crimes with guns vs. those who own them is miniscule but we will never get an accurate count because the responsible gun owner doesn’t go around talking about their gun in casual conversation or wearing/carrying it as a fashion item. Your neighbors likely own some form of fire arm and you don’t know it and likely never will.
Why punish the many for the actions of a few?
Yep, I’ve owned a gun since I was old enough to legally purchase my first .22 rifle.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:40 am
My friend and I were talking about this over lunch. Neither of us personally owns a gun and, quite frankly, we’re both fortunate enough to live in areas where neither of us feel we need one. But, it is a right I do have high respect for.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:42 am
Well, Rhettro, I must confess, I found your puppy photo vaguely creepy. I see those dogs faces and I in their I see them thinking
“oooh, doesn’t he look tasty!”
But, maybe I’m just weird.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:46 am
BTW - The “Awesome Bar” in Firefox 3 truly is.
I start typing dea and at the top of the list is…..www.jackmangan.com
IE used to have a similar function where you could put a keyword into the address bar. They had a deal with some company such that it would have a site associated with the keyword. So, if you just put GM in the address bar, it would take you to www.gm.com and so on.
This, I think, works even better since it learns what I put in most often and makes a better guess and what site I want when I put dead in the address bar.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:46 am
Alright, back to the dungeon for me. I shall endeavor to be more active for these week’s message board. 500 or bust!
June 26th, 2008 at 9:47 am
Sounds like it Jack, I sent the email Just after Midnight Monday - so technically Tuesday morning (British Summer Time so still Monday in the USA) to the sphericaljackm address.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:49 am
Ed, have you ever spent any time in Korea? LOL
June 26th, 2008 at 9:52 am
I’m getting jerky scrolling in FF3 in Vista. Enabling smooth scrolling is fine for webpages with little content but for something like like the Deadpan comments is unbearably slow compared to FF2.
Still no sign of FF3 on the official Mandriva repos.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:55 am
Being brought up in Canada, I find the “right” to bear arms ludicrous.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:56 am
As someone brought up in the UK, I’m with ditto on that one.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:57 am
Van: I’ve never liked the smooth scrolling option. I’ve had it off for a long time now.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:00 am
But the the closest I’ve come to being threatened by a person wielding a gun, was a female French police officer at a checkpoint who thought the telescope me and a friend were carrying in the car was a weapon.
She never pulled her gun, but made sure we were aware she was packing.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:02 am
I support the right to bare arms and wore a tank top as recently as last Monday.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:02 am
Van: I’ve had a similar experience with the police.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:03 am
Must remember to write that down, the customs check was a dumb ass memory that could easily have ended up with me and a friend getting shot.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:07 am
I will also add, that if you’ve never seen a total solar eclipse with your own eyes (seeing it on TV or a webcam don’t count), put it on the list of things to do before…
June 26th, 2008 at 10:14 am
One event I’m glad the human race wasn’t around to see up close and personal:
http://tinyurl.com/6xz9j8
June 26th, 2008 at 10:15 am
Yup, Van. That’s a reset button for sure.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:16 am
CP: Bank Job — Barenaked ladies
June 26th, 2008 at 10:17 am
Probably made Mars easier to see in the night sky.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:21 am
Well, the standing theory is that there was an even larger collision with the earth that triggered the formation of the moon.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:21 am
So episode 2 of the new season of Weeds hits a bit too close to home with the grandmother asking her son to kill her.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:22 am
Would have made the Earth easier to see by the Venusians.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:24 am
Before the runaway greenhouse effect wiped them out.
I’m not being serious about the Venusians.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:27 am
Sure you are, but you forgot that the runaway greenhouse effect was their fault: stupid chain smokers.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:30 am
I actually did not get that greasy jelly bean e-mail, Van. I’m kinda psyched that the screw-up was not my fault. woo! Go crappy yahoo mail! (or crappy gmail).
Aren’t Venusians women? And men are Martians?
June 26th, 2008 at 10:42 am
On the gun thing:
I agree that banning the general populace from access to guns truly doesn’t do any good. Bad guys will have them either way. — That said, Scalia has some incredibly stupid quotes from the hearing. I have weapons for self defense, btw, but I don’t own a gun.
……. No, I think that the Supreme Court’s shitty, evil ruling of the day was in favor Exxon vs. the Alaskan Valdez Disaster victims.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080626/ap_on_go_su_co/scotus_exxon_valdez
June 26th, 2008 at 11:24 am
That sucks bigtime, the polluter gets off cheap again.
June 26th, 2008 at 11:26 am
I’ll give Yahoo the evil eye the next time I login.
June 26th, 2008 at 11:37 am
First lines:
‘Marzi leaned on the counter and watched, with dread twisting in her belly like a knot of rattlesnakes, as Beej trudged up the stairs.’
- The Strange Adventures of RangerGirl by Tim Pratt
June 26th, 2008 at 11:43 am
‘Seattle burned. The night sky smoldered a hellish red, as flames reflected off dust and steam. The horrible smoked rendered most senses useless.’
-Nobody Gets The Girl by James Maxey
June 26th, 2008 at 11:59 am
Van reads things w/ “girl” in the title, next on Deadpan!
June 26th, 2008 at 12:28 pm
‘After dinner I sat and waited for Pyle in my room over the rue Catinat; he had said, ‘I’ll be with you at latest by ten,’ and when midnight struck I couldn’t stay quiet any longer and went down into the street.’
- The Quiet American by Graham Greene
June 26th, 2008 at 12:38 pm
‘Talby was counting stars again. He didn’t remember exactly when he’d lost count. Probably they were all noted down somewhere neat and official in the astronomer’s records - or had he disconnected the tracker? It was hard to recall. There seemed to be something about uncoupling all the scientific instruments a while back, uncoupling them because it seemed blasphemous for such splendor to be reduced to a mere listing in a book.’
-Dark Star novelization by Alan Dean Foster
June 26th, 2008 at 12:54 pm
I’m working at home this afternoon. I’ve got the Food Network — AKA “Porn for Fat People” — playing in the background.
June 26th, 2008 at 12:54 pm
‘Five hours’ New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in Camden Town to the dire and ever circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm.
It is that flat and spectral non-hour, awash in limbic tides, brainstem stirring fitfully, flashing inappropriate reptilian demands for sex, food, sedation, all of the above, and none really an option now.’
-Pattern Recognition by William Gibson
June 26th, 2008 at 12:55 pm
Thought that was a tub of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream.
June 26th, 2008 at 1:08 pm
Okay, now I want ice cream.
June 26th, 2008 at 1:09 pm
Oh, one last note on the gun thing.
I don’t own one for “protection”. I like the loud noise and the ability to reach out a large distance and put holes in stuff. Probably some sort of “guy thing”.
The one time I lived in a place where it was conceivably a good idea to carry a gun for self defense … I specifically chose not to.
I figured that in a tight spot I would rely on fast talking or faster running to get myself out of danger … I had no desire to have “kill someone” as one of my options.
BTW: I also REALLY like fireworks! hehehehehehehe ssssssssssssBOOMcracklecrackle!
June 26th, 2008 at 1:25 pm
I prefer firework dispays, they always have better fireworks than I could afford.
June 26th, 2008 at 1:25 pm
displays even
June 26th, 2008 at 1:30 pm
I like fireworks too.
June 26th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
‘Forbin leaned back in the plastic-smelling opulence of the armour-plated car of the Presidential fleet, gazing at the dartboard neck of the Marine driver. The great moment was a bare five minutes away - the moment he had worked unremittingly towards for twelve hard years’
-Colossus by DF Jones
June 26th, 2008 at 1:44 pm
Just don’t combine the fireworks and the guns.
A thousand points to Colin Mochry, and a thousand points to Van for the William Gibson paragraph. That’s an excellent book.
June 26th, 2008 at 1:46 pm
Yea! Ars Technica deals with Wired’s recent anti-science nonsense:
http://arstechnica.com/news.ars/post/20080625-why-the-cloud-cannot-obscure-the-scientific-method.html
June 26th, 2008 at 1:47 pm
I loved Pattern Recognition.
June 26th, 2008 at 1:48 pm
Remember when AAD and ADD and DDD really mattered on CDs?
June 26th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
No.
June 26th, 2008 at 2:04 pm
But I remember single speed CDROM drives.
June 26th, 2008 at 2:07 pm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SPARS_Code
June 26th, 2008 at 2:09 pm
I remember that — we were supposed to be really impressed by DDD.
(On CDs, you perv)
CP: “Searching” - Joe Satriani
June 26th, 2008 at 2:11 pm
Perhaps a reason why DD should be avoided:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKzB9nX_d5Q
June 26th, 2008 at 2:15 pm
In the end, it’s always boobs with you guys!
June 26th, 2008 at 2:21 pm
There is always time in the day for imagining climbing those two hills.
June 26th, 2008 at 2:27 pm
‘There is a sweet little horror story that is only two sentences long:
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door…’
-Knock by Fredric Brown
June 26th, 2008 at 2:31 pm
Jan 1975: The year that saw me arrive on this earth.
June 26th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
You know I wonder if I should take up knitting.
http://tinyurl.com/564h6m
June 26th, 2008 at 2:37 pm
Scalzi’s thoughts on the Supreme Court gun ruling:
http://scalzi.com/whatever/?p=945
CP: Anthony Bourdain - No Reservations on the Travel Channel
June 26th, 2008 at 2:40 pm
1975 the year Barry Manilow’s “Mandy” goes gold.
June 26th, 2008 at 2:42 pm
At the Copa
Copa-Deadpan
Where music and passion is always the fashion.
June 26th, 2008 at 2:51 pm
De-railed.
June 26th, 2008 at 2:53 pm
1975 was a good year, JfS!
Blues for Allah - The Grateful Dead AND Jeremy. What a year!
June 26th, 2008 at 3:19 pm
Although not as good as 1066 if you were a Norman.
June 26th, 2008 at 3:29 pm
better than AD 34 if you were Jeezuz.
June 26th, 2008 at 3:48 pm
1066 wasn’t so good for dudes named Harold. Or Harald.
June 26th, 2008 at 4:13 pm
EssBee, re: the Food Network. Darcy and I have been calling it Food Porn for a while now. It’s people doing all sorts of wild things you know you’d like to try but may never actually get up the nerve to…
Just like porn, except with food instead of commemorative statuettes.
June 26th, 2008 at 4:13 pm
Extra points to first person to tag my statuette reference…
June 26th, 2008 at 4:55 pm
are you my mummy?
June 26th, 2008 at 5:22 pm
TSH sighting!!!!! BooYah!
June 26th, 2008 at 5:52 pm
Hi j0e!!!! *swoooooooooooon*
[NBA draft talk]
Rose has been drafted. Hugh is happy.
Now instead of hearing: ‘They better fucking draft Rose’ every day I can hear ‘They drafted Rose! I can’t wait for the NBA season to start up again!!’
That is all
[/NBA draft talk]
June 26th, 2008 at 6:02 pm
Hugh sez: you should be happy about the NBA draft, it’s cheered me up after the dow drop today, do you have any idea how much head I would of needed to get over a 358 pt drop?
Thats my husband ladies and gentlemen, Im so proud of him! *sobs*
June 26th, 2008 at 7:04 pm
Yea! TSH return in style!
Kewlwhip.
June 26th, 2008 at 7:19 pm
Speaking of Helmets … when the Dow drops like it did today I hope Hugh has an emergency Helmet standing by!
Caution: Watch for falling Brokers!
June 26th, 2008 at 8:26 pm
Tosus: Hi! *waves* Feel free to stay a while!
CP: “King of Hearts” - Manuel Iman
Helmet!
Actually, I can use that in a for-real sentence: I want to get back into cycling as an exercise routine. I really need a new helmet, though. The helmet I’ve been wearing isn’t my helmet, and it doesn’t fit me very well.
(that was 4 in this post!)
June 26th, 2008 at 8:29 pm
Oh, my gosh! I totally forgot to tell you guys - I am college graduate! Hear me roar! Or, just look at my pictures.
http://tinyurl.com/5ew5pb
June 26th, 2008 at 8:41 pm
Congradulations Amy!!!!!
Now you just need to find a sexy older woman named Mrs. Robinson.
Wait … that may be a different movie.
June 26th, 2008 at 8:44 pm
After looking at the photos I am wondering if your new AKA should be “Sash-a”
June 26th, 2008 at 8:58 pm
The winners record history, the losers get a bad deal.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:02 pm
Just look at Richard the III..
June 26th, 2008 at 9:13 pm
Congratulations on graduating Amy.
‘There is no mystery to happiness,
Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out to scorn - or worse, indifference - cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man does not look back. He doesn’t look ahead. He lives in the present.’
- The Interpretation of Murder by Jed Rubenfield
June 27th, 2008 at 2:37 am
Congratulations, AMY! And with Highest Honors. Most awesome.
June 27th, 2008 at 2:39 am
Welcome to the last down market day of the week. Sheesh, it’s a good thing I don’t have to retire any time soon.
June 27th, 2008 at 2:43 am
Oooh, at last some good news for a Friday morning:
http://themovingpicture.net/kung-fu-panda-2-moves-forward
If you haven’t seen the first one yet, definitely a recommend.
June 27th, 2008 at 2:48 am
And, now the bad news - Colbert is going on vacation for the next two weeks.
June 27th, 2008 at 4:22 am
Congrats, Amy!
Thanks for the tips, Ed.
Welcome, Tosus.
June 27th, 2008 at 4:38 am
Morning, Pan!
Way to go Amy!!
CP: The Fires of Heaven, Robert Jordan (almost at the end!)
June 27th, 2008 at 4:39 am
Oh, and hi Tosus! The more helmets the better, as I like to say.
June 27th, 2008 at 4:39 am
Oh, and Amy, I hope you know the owner of the helmet you’ve been using. Otherwise, just unsanitary.
June 27th, 2008 at 5:33 am
Morning Pan!
I survived the sickness. Only to have the battery go on my laptop. Boo. Stuck with AC Power until another one can come in.
June 27th, 2008 at 5:40 am
I really need to get a battery backup for my cpap machine. Power outages suck ass.
June 27th, 2008 at 5:46 am
In Today’s News:
Rio DeJaneiro: A sharp increase in drugs and cell-phones found inside a Brazilian prison mystified officials - until guards spotted some distressed pigeons struggling to stay airborne.
Inmates at the prison in Marilla, Sao Paulo state had been training carrier pigeons to smuggle in goods using cellphone sized pouches on their backs.
Official ssaid the pigeons, bread and trained inside the prison, lived on the jail’s roof, where prisoners would take their deliveries before smuggling the birds out again through friends and family.
-Calgary Sun
Those poor pigeons!
June 27th, 2008 at 5:48 am
TEB lives!
June 27th, 2008 at 5:48 am
Never even thought of getting a battery backup for the CPAP machine. But then powercuts are rare these days over here.
June 27th, 2008 at 5:48 am
Stampede is approaching fast - gah!!
I really gotta find a way to get out of town and away from the hoards.
June 27th, 2008 at 5:51 am
Not sure if it’s a myth. There is a story that when they were developing that were the early radars, they kept finding dead birds near the dishes that were curiously warm. When somebody realised the radar was cooking the birds this lead to microwave ovens.
June 27th, 2008 at 5:52 am
I may have written that before…bloody unreliable memory.
June 27th, 2008 at 5:54 am
Yes EssBee. TEB is back, front and sideways.
Haven’t heard the episode yet, but I get the feeling comments are now called helmets and we need 500 of them.
June 27th, 2008 at 5:55 am
It’s good it’s Friday. Evil, Inc. is testing my patience this week. Yesterday, I sat in on 4 conference calls that accomplished nothing. Today, looks like I have 3 scheduled.
CP: Yesterday’s Democracy Now
June 27th, 2008 at 6:01 am
Van: Yes, it was something similar to that.
June 27th, 2008 at 6:03 am
This corresponds to what I remember, and on a quick check, seems to correspond to other sites on the net.
http://www.gallawa.com/microtech/history.html
June 27th, 2008 at 6:03 am
‘Behind every man now alive stands thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living. Since the dawn of time, roughly a hundred billion human beings have walked the planet Earth.’
-2001 a Space Odyssey by Arthur C Clarke
June 27th, 2008 at 6:05 am
Thx ditto.
June 27th, 2008 at 6:11 am
I’ve never played this game, but now I think I’m going to have to…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URcvdDtnM_0
June 27th, 2008 at 6:12 am
Morning Pan.
Now playing … Wham - “Everything She Wants” (hey, it’s internet radio … you take what they give you)
Ed - did you see the McCain green-screen fun the other night? It was brilliant! I think it says something for the caliber of artist/geek that watches that show!
Now … on with the day. On the road again by noon. I will NOT forget my suitecase this time.
HELMET!
June 27th, 2008 at 6:15 am
For when you are really bored:
http://www.shockabsorber.co.uk/bounceometer/shock.html
If you choose the largest size get to back of the class!
June 27th, 2008 at 6:15 am
Now playing - David Bowie “Under Pressure”
sweet
June 27th, 2008 at 6:18 am
While we play D & D a lot. I think my adventuring has been sorely lacking. I want to start adding these to the campaign.
http://mightygodking.com/index.php/2008/06/23/bad-habits/
June 27th, 2008 at 6:22 am
Holy cow! Look at all the contract I have to deal with. I guess I better get back to work
June 27th, 2008 at 6:27 am
‘One afternoon, at low water, Mr. Isbister, a young artist lodging at Boscastle, walked from that place to the picturesque cove of Pentargen, desiring to examine the caves there. Halfway down the precipitous path to the Pentargen beach he came suddenly upon a man
sitting in an attitude of profound distress beneath a projecting mass of rock. The hands of this man hung limply over his knees, his eyes were red and staring before him, and his face was wet with tears.’
-When The Sleeper Wakes by HG Wells
June 27th, 2008 at 6:27 am
My
June 27th, 2008 at 6:28 am
contribution
June 27th, 2008 at 6:28 am
towards
June 27th, 2008 at 6:28 am
five
June 27th, 2008 at 6:29 am
hundred
June 27th, 2008 at 6:31 am
comments?
June 27th, 2008 at 6:31 am
nipples?
June 27th, 2008 at 6:31 am
helmets
June 27th, 2008 at 6:32 am
‘Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a “Penang lawyer.” Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across. “To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H.,” was engraved upon it, with the date “1884.” It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry–dignified, solid, and reassuring.’
-The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle
June 27th, 2008 at 6:32 am
The wristband on my wrist (how apro pos) say “FREEDOM.”
The other side say “www.daveramsey.com”
But FREEDOM is important, yo
June 27th, 2008 at 6:36 am
‘”A GENTLEMAN to see you, Doctor.”
From across the common a clock sounded the half-hour.
“Ten-thirty!” I said. “A late visitor. Show him up, if you please.”
I pushed my writing aside and tilted the lamp-shade, as footsteps sounded on the landing. The next moment I had jumped to my feet, for a tall, lean man, with his square-cut, clean-shaven face sun-baked to the hue of coffee, entered and extended both hands, with a cry:
“Good old Petrie! Didn’t expect me, I’ll swear!”
It was Nayland Smith—whom I had thought to be in Burma!’
-The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer
June 27th, 2008 at 6:38 am
Harnin stared into the eyes of the dead. It was his ritual for so many years of patrolling the badlands east of Eldone. He had never forgotten what it felt like to see the innocent dead, but in the past it hadn’t come without others milling about to bury them, and pepper him with questions. To be alone with the silent voices of the dead crying out to him for justice left a terribly cold and empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. So often regret shrouded his steps as the people who would look to Eldone for protection continually faced the dangers of bandits in the badlands.
Reasons escaped him why the governor of Eldone would not root out Baron Kel and his thugs, but they were too well entrenched, too well hidden in the coastal highlands of the East. He felt almost responsible for each raid, though it was beyond his power to stop them. Regardless, he had always looked into the eyes of the dead when he could, reminding himself of why he had taken an oath to protect and defend.
- The Visionary, Volume I of the Keldarian Chronicles, by Jim Perry
June 27th, 2008 at 6:39 am
‘The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of
the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly
calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come
to and wait for the turn of the tide.’
-Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
June 27th, 2008 at 6:45 am
‘One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it:—it was the black kitten’s fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it COULDN’T have had any hand in the mischief.’
-Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
June 27th, 2008 at 6:54 am
That should be enough to hide the link to the boob emulator.
June 27th, 2008 at 6:58 am
You have to be careful to make a Youtube rant anonymous:
http://tinyurl.com/6na2yz
June 27th, 2008 at 7:00 am
Boreded Ceiling Cat makinkgz Urf n stuffs
1 Oh hai. In teh beginnin Ceiling Cat maded teh skiez An da Urfs, but he did not eated dem.
2 Da Urfs no had shapez An haded dark face, An Ceiling Cat rode invisible bike over teh waterz.
3 At start, no has lyte. An Ceiling Cat sayz, i can haz lite? An lite wuz.4 An Ceiling Cat sawed teh lite, to seez stuffs, An splitted teh lite from dark but taht wuz ok cuz kittehs can see in teh dark An not tripz over nethin.5 An Ceiling Cat sayed light Day An dark no Day. It were FURST!!!
June 27th, 2008 at 7:03 am
I bask in the glow of the talent that is Indiana Jim
June 27th, 2008 at 7:03 am
6 An Ceiling Cat sayed, im in ur waterz makin a ceiling. But he no yet make a ur. An he maded a hole in teh Ceiling.
7 An Ceiling Cat doed teh skiez with waterz down An waterz up. It happen.
8 An Ceiling Cat sayed, i can has teh firmmint wich iz funny bibel naim 4 ceiling, so wuz teh twoth day.
9 An Ceiling Cat gotted all teh waterz in ur base, An Ceiling Cat hadz dry placez cuz kittehs DO NOT WANT get wet.
10 An Ceiling Cat called no waterz urth and waters oshun. Iz good.
11 An Ceiling Cat sayed, DO WANT grass! so tehr wuz seedz An stufs, An fruitzors An vegbatels. An a Corm. It happen.
12 An Ceiling Cat sawed that weedz ish good, so, letz there be weedz.
13 An so teh threeth day jazzhands.
14 An Ceiling Cat sayed, i can has lightz in the skiez for splittin day An no day.
15 It happen, lights everwear, like christmass, srsly.
16 An Ceiling Cat doeth two grate lightz, teh most big for day, teh other for no day.
17 An Ceiling Cat screw tehm on skiez, with big nails An stuff, to lite teh Urfs.
18 An tehy rulez day An night. Ceiling Cat sawed. Iz good.
19 An so teh furth day w00t.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:04 am
I’m incapable of sarcasm.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:06 am
26 An Ceiling Cat sayed, letz us do peeps like uz, becuz we ish teh qte, An let min p0wnz0r becuz tehy has can openers.
27 So Ceiling Cat createded teh peeps taht waz like him, can has can openers he maed tehm, min An womin wuz maeded, but he did not eated tehm.
28 An Ceiling Cat sed them O hai maek bebehs kthx, An p0wn teh waterz, no waterz An teh firmmint, An evry stufs.
29 An Ceiling Cat sayed, Beholdt, the Urfs, I has it, An I has not eated it.
30 For evry createded stufs tehre are the fuudz, to the burdies, teh creepiez, An teh mooes, so tehre. It happen. Iz good.
31 An Ceiling Cat sayed, Beholdt, teh good enouf for releaze as version 0.8a. kthxbai.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:07 am
No, really I am.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:15 am
Cross my heart and hope to…
June 27th, 2008 at 7:15 am
Scout’s honour.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:16 am
dib, dib, dib…
June 27th, 2008 at 7:16 am
Well off to the cinema to see that French WW2 movie, freedom fries won’t be on the menu.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:19 am
I think I’ll go see WALL-E today.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:27 am
wow
just … wow
June 27th, 2008 at 7:27 am
Vanemonde, are you saying you are incapable of sarcasm? I don’t think you are being very clear.
At all.
Srsly.
kthxbai.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:28 am
CP: Pot Kettle Black — Tilly & The Wall
June 27th, 2008 at 7:28 am
BTW, Tilly & The Wall’s new album “O” is awesome.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:29 am
“Pot Kettle Black” has a nice Breeder’s feel to it.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:31 am
@ditto: the Breeders are rad
June 27th, 2008 at 7:35 am
@IJ: Totally agree.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:38 am
Alathros pulled his right hand out of concealment in the fold of his cloak, with a long curved dagger poised to strike. He thought he was fast enough, but the supplier was faster and met his blade with a shorter, straight blade. As the realization of his failure came to Alathros, the other man smiled and hit him in the jaw with his free hand, sending him toppling out of the saddle, and his dagger flew from his grasp. His horse bolted, leaving nothing between him and the supplier.
He dismounted as Alathros scrambled in the dirt for his dagger. He found it, but the supplier kicked dirt into his face and the grit entered his eyes. He instantly doubled over, raking at his face with stiff fingers, when his attacker struck him in the side of his head. Whether with a fist or a foot, Alathros couldn’t tell. He straightned and flung a backhand where he thought the supplier’s head should be, but found only air. Suddenly a violent blow struck his right kneecap. His once straight leg bent unnaturally. He heard a crack and felt a tear as he screamed. He fell onto his back and the man leapt atop him, striking him now on the left cheek.
“Planning on robbing me in the desert?” he demanded, landing a blow to the opposite side. “Where are you going?” He struck again. Alathros raised his forearms over his face, but the man forced his way through and pressed his elbow into Alathros’ throat. “Try to kill me, will you?”
In a panic, Alathros pressed his palms into the man’s chest to try and force him off. A sudden heat flowed into his hands, and the supplier flew off of him like a rag doll. He heard the sound of the other man sliding in the dirt, and Alathros lay still, coughing and gasping for air. There was silence for a long moment. He held his hands out in front of his face, his jaw slack. What in the name of the depths had he just done? The silence was soon broken by the sound of approaching hoofbeats from deeper in the hills. Brarag and his two men soon came to his side.
“Are you injured, my lord?” Brarag asked when he dismounted beside him. “We heard your scream.”
“Quite,” Alathros groaned hoarsely. He was thirsty. He grunted as Brarag helped him to his feet, then he motioned for a waterskin. When his thirst was quenched he said, “You’ll have to help me into the saddle. We’ll fashion a splint when we reach camp.”
He then laid eyes on the supplier, lying on his back with a steaming, cauterized open wound in his chest. He was breathing his last. Alathros motioned for Brarag to take him closer. He stared at the wound with morbid fascination. The nubs of his broken ribs gleamed a pale white at the edges of the wound. One lung had been obliterated, and his heart poured blood into his chest as part of it collapsed. It pooled darkly around him. Alathros clutched Brarag’s arm with his right hand, then bent down to pull the coinpurse off with his left.
He smiled down at the man, his life seeping out of him. “Thank you for the supplies. I will consider it a gift.” He laughed abrubtly, and lifted the bag slightly. “A compliment to your generosity.”
June 27th, 2008 at 7:38 am
- The Visionary, Volume I of the Keldarian Chronicles, by Jim Perry
June 27th, 2008 at 7:40 am
ditto - luv Tilly & the Wall
You know what’s good, my bro.
Now shuffling.
CP: Lithium - Nirvana
June 27th, 2008 at 7:41 am
Most people probably haven’t heard of Tilly and the Wall, so here’s an introduction to the quirky, tap-dance drumming band from Omaha:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tilly_and_the_Wall
June 27th, 2008 at 7:42 am
Here’s their MySpace page:
http://www.myspace.com/officialtillyandthewall
June 27th, 2008 at 7:42 am
And you can download “Pot Kettle Black” from their home page
http://tillyandthewall.com/
June 27th, 2008 at 7:43 am
Thanks, EssBee!
June 27th, 2008 at 7:47 am
Diablo Swing Orchestra: http://www.myspace.com/diabloswingorchestra
Genre bending? Yes. Yes indeed. LOL
June 27th, 2008 at 7:51 am
Gender bending? Swing?
June 27th, 2008 at 7:52 am
Looks fun, Rhettro!
CP: Mannish Boy - Jimi Hendrix
June 27th, 2008 at 7:54 am
Oh it is.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:55 am
70 contracts down. I’m afraid to see how many are in the next batch…
June 27th, 2008 at 8:11 am
My…work…computer…is…running…really…slow…
the…network…must…be…having…problems…today…
June 27th, 2008 at 8:21 am
lol. Steam-punk rock
http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1173
June 27th, 2008 at 8:38 am
^Funny!
CP: Hard Row - The Black Keys
June 27th, 2008 at 8:42 am
Especially funny considering the original song.
June 27th, 2008 at 9:39 am
Currently stuck in conference call hell
June 27th, 2008 at 9:46 am
I’m playing email tag. =P.
June 27th, 2008 at 9:47 am
199
June 27th, 2008 at 9:52 am
er, 200.
You know what I mean.
CP: Diamonds on the Inside - Ben Harper
June 27th, 2008 at 10:01 am
CP: Knock Me Out - Linda Perry
June 27th, 2008 at 10:08 am
^good song
June 27th, 2008 at 10:09 am
JJ - I have greatly indeed enjoyed the Green Screen Challenge on Colbert. This week’s stuff has been especially top notch.
Vogue.
June 27th, 2008 at 10:11 am
Ed! We agree on something! I KNEW it.
June 27th, 2008 at 10:18 am
Is he out because of the face violence?
June 27th, 2008 at 10:32 am
NEW YORK - With a bruised forehead, Stephen Colbert has found a new cause celebre: fighting the glamorization of “face violence.” As he did after breaking his wrist last year, Colbert has transformed a real-life injury into a mock crusade. Colbert was injured Saturday, and while he’s been cagey about the cause, he’s made no attempt to hide the scarring between his eyebrows this week on “The Colbert Report.”
Colbert has claimed it could have happened by smashing watermelons with his head or by “practicing for a walk-on role in Cirque du Soleil and overestimating the number of French Canadians my forehead would support.”
-Longmont Daily Times Call
June 27th, 2008 at 10:56 am
Just spent lunch catching up on Freak Angels. It really is awesome if you haven’t checked it out:
http://www.freakangels.com/
CP: Work That - Mary J. Blige
June 27th, 2008 at 10:57 am
Back from grocery shopping. When I came back something happened I was going to tell, about my mother, but I think I’ll record it as a dumb ass memory instead.
Off to record, then to bake cookies
June 27th, 2008 at 11:07 am
Jack, I sent you something to the sphericaljackm address. Hopefully it won’t get lost in e-mail limbo like Van’s GJB guess
June 27th, 2008 at 11:08 am
Now it’s time for chocolate chip pecan cookies
June 27th, 2008 at 11:16 am
CP: Gimme The Car - Violent Femmes
June 27th, 2008 at 11:26 am
TEB: Did you bring enough to share with the class?
June 27th, 2008 at 11:36 am
Ed, I bake enough to share with the gaming crowd. If you want to come over for gaming, you’re welcome to have some cookies
June 27th, 2008 at 11:44 am
Current Shuffle
Pink - Aerosmith
Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
I Want That Machine - Time Rider Soundtrack
Nikita - Elton John
June 27th, 2008 at 11:50 am
Well, I’ve got a few minutes. So, in an effort to help reach the comment goal I’ve set my i-tunes shuffle to show the next 50 songs - they are:
1) Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad - Meatloaf
June 27th, 2008 at 11:50 am
2) Miri It Is - Mediaevil Babes
June 27th, 2008 at 11:50 am
3) Words - Monkees
June 27th, 2008 at 11:51 am
Shake Your Bon-Bon - Ricky Martin
(no comments from the peanut gallery)
June 27th, 2008 at 11:52 am
4) Kyrie fons bonitatis, trope in mode 3 - Canto Gregoriano
June 27th, 2008 at 11:52 am
5) Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport - Rolf Harris
June 27th, 2008 at 11:53 am
Ouverture - Overture (Suite) No. 1 - Passepied I/II - Johann Sebastian Bach
June 27th, 2008 at 11:53 am
7) Goin’ Down - Monkees
June 27th, 2008 at 11:54 am
June 27th, 2008 at 11:54 am
so WP decided 8 was an emoticon. Silly WP
Fine…
9 St. Matthew - Monkees
June 27th, 2008 at 11:55 am
10 As Time Goes By - Harry Nilsson
June 27th, 2008 at 11:55 am
11 Pueri Hebraerorum Portantes - Canto Gregoriano
June 27th, 2008 at 11:56 am
12 Get Out the Door - Velvet Revolver
June 27th, 2008 at 11:56 am
13 Ouverture No. 3 - Bourree - Johann Sebastian Bach
June 27th, 2008 at 11:57 am
14 Heaven Must Be Boring - George Hrab
June 27th, 2008 at 11:57 am
15 Bye Bye Baby Bye Bye - Monkees
June 27th, 2008 at 11:57 am
16 Spaceman - Harry Nilsson
June 27th, 2008 at 11:58 am
17 Daybreak - Harry Nilsson
June 27th, 2008 at 11:58 am
18 - Lost in the Weeds - Time Rider Soundtrack
June 27th, 2008 at 11:59 am
19 Up the Hill to Nowhere - Time Rider Soundtrack
June 27th, 2008 at 11:59 am
Hmmm - i-tunes is doubling up the albums
June 27th, 2008 at 12:00 pm
20 Ouverture - Overture (Suite) No. 1 - Gavotte I/II - Johann Sebastian Bach
June 27th, 2008 at 12:00 pm
21 - Full Circle - Aerosmith
June 27th, 2008 at 12:01 pm
22 Tobacco Hand - Big Sugar
June 27th, 2008 at 12:01 pm
23 - Circle Sky - Monkees
June 27th, 2008 at 12:02 pm
24 - Uranus, the Magician - Holst
June 27th, 2008 at 12:02 pm
25 Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm - Crash Test Dummies
June 27th, 2008 at 12:03 pm
26 Claire’s Cabin - Time Rider Soundtrack
June 27th, 2008 at 12:03 pm
27 Through The Looking Glass - Monkees
June 27th, 2008 at 12:03 pm
28 - Opening Theme - Sins of a Solar Empire Soundtrack
June 27th, 2008 at 12:04 pm
29 Invitation - High Violets
June 27th, 2008 at 12:04 pm
30 Loaded - Ricky Martin
June 27th, 2008 at 12:05 pm
small break to put my cookies in the cookie jar. Back with the other 20 in a bit
June 27th, 2008 at 12:10 pm
ok, where was I…
31 Suite From The Water Music - George Frideric Handel
June 27th, 2008 at 12:10 pm
32 - Future Love Paradise - Seal
June 27th, 2008 at 12:11 pm
33 Three Blind Mice - Rolf Harris
June 27th, 2008 at 12:11 pm
34 Ave mundi spes Maria, sequence in modes 7 & 8 - Canto Gregoriano
June 27th, 2008 at 12:12 pm
35 Look Out (Here Comes Tomorrow) - Monkees
June 27th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
36 Concerto Grosso En Si B?mol Majeur Op.6-7 - Largo E Piano - George Frideric Handel
June 27th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
37 Nick Teen And Al K.Hall - Rolf Harris
June 27th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
38 Loverman - Metallica
June 27th, 2008 at 12:14 pm
39 Adam Lay Ibounden - The Mediæval Bæbes
June 27th, 2008 at 12:14 pm
40 Carioca - Michael Nesmith
June 27th, 2008 at 12:15 pm
41 - Fuel - Metallica
June 27th, 2008 at 12:15 pm
42 Illegal i Song - Velvet Revolver
June 27th, 2008 at 12:16 pm
43 - The Unforgiven Ones - Crash Test Dummies
June 27th, 2008 at 12:16 pm
44 - Bleed - Collective Soul
June 27th, 2008 at 12:17 pm
45 Nikita - Elton John
June 27th, 2008 at 12:17 pm
Ohhh, hubby’s home! Must leave.
If that list doesn’t say waaaayyyy too much about me….
Although, several albums didn’t seem to make it to the shuffle… go figure.
June 27th, 2008 at 12:24 pm
good ones, TEB! I have always believed that our music library is a kind of a diary.
June 27th, 2008 at 12:25 pm
CP: The Rock - The Who
June 27th, 2008 at 12:45 pm
‘”It’s going into a wide elliptical Earth Orbit,” Judith Hoffman said. “Perigee about ten thousand kilometers, apogee about five hundred thousand. It’ll make a loop around the moon every third orbit.” She pulled back from the video screen to let Garry Lanier have a look from where he sat on the edge of her desk. For the time being, the Stone still resembled a baked potato, with no meaningful detail.’
-Eon by Greg Bear
June 27th, 2008 at 12:51 pm
‘The nearest iceberg looked firmly grounded. Waves, with the whole fetch of the Atlantic behind them, exploded upon it, just as they would upon solid rock. Further out there were other large bergs, also stranded by the falling tide, and looking like sudden white mountains. Here and there among the them smaller ones were still afloat, with the wind and the current driving them slowly up the Channel. That morning there were more, I fancy, than we had ever before seen at one time. I paused to look at them. Blinding white crags in a blue sea.’
-The Kraken Wakes - John Wyndham
June 27th, 2008 at 12:55 pm
MS Excel must be destroyed.
June 27th, 2008 at 1:01 pm
‘He was not alone.
There was nothing to indicate the fact but the white hand of the tiny gauge on the board before him. The control room was empty but for himself; there was no sound other than the murmur of the drives—but the white hand had moved. It had been on zero when the little ship was launched from the Stardust; now, an hour later, it had crept up. There was something in the supplies closet across the room, it was saying, some kind of a body that radiated heat.
It could be but one kind of a body_a living, human body.’
-The Cold Equations by Tom Godwin
June 27th, 2008 at 1:05 pm
‘Patrol Cruiser “IP-T 247″ circling out toward Pluto on leisurely inspection tour to visit the outpost miners there, was in no hurry at all as she loafed along. Her six-man crew was taking it very easy, and easy meant two-man watches, and low speed, to watch for the instrument panel and attend ship into the bargain.
She was about thirty million miles off Pluto, just beginning to get in touch with some of the larger mining stations out there, when Buck Kendall’s turn at the controls came along. Buck Kendall was one of life’s little jokes. When Nature made him, she was absentminded. Buck stood six feet two in his stocking feet, with his usual slight stoop in operation. When he forgot, and stood up straight, he loomed about two inches higher. He had the body and muscles of a dock navvy, which Nature started out to make. Then she forgot and added something of the same stuff she put in Sir Francis Drake. Maybe that made Old Nature nervous, and she started adding different things. At any rate, Kendall, as finally turned out, had a brain that put him in the first rank of scientists—when he felt like it—the general constitution of an ostrich and a flair for gambling.’
-The Ultimate Weapon by John W Campbell
June 27th, 2008 at 1:05 pm
Jack, I wholeheartedly agree. I am surrounded by toolish MBAs who speak in MS Excel. Something that they love THAT much must be evil.
CP: Love On The Run - Galactic
June 27th, 2008 at 1:07 pm
‘Nobody ever saw the message-torp. It wasn’t to be expected. It came in on a course that extended backward to somewhere near the Rift—where there used to be Huks—and for a very, very long way it had traveled as only message-torps do travel. It hopped half a light-year in overdrive, and came back to normality long enough for its photocells to inspect the star-filled universe all about. Then it hopped another half light-year, and so on. For a long, long time it traveled in this jerky fashion.
Eventually, moving as it did in the straightest of straight lines, its photocells reported that it neared a star which had achieved first-magnitude brightness. It paused a little longer than usual while its action-circuits shifted. Then it swung to aim for the bright star, which was the sol-type sun Varenga. The torp sped toward it on a new schedule. Its overdrive hops dropped to light-month length. Its pauses in normality were longer. They lasted almost the fiftieth of a second.’
- A Matter of Importance by Murray Leinster
June 27th, 2008 at 1:11 pm
‘The telescreen lit up promptly at eight a.m. Smiling Brad came on with his usual greeting. “Good morning—it’s a beautiful day in Chicagee!”
Harry Collins rolled over and twitched off the receiver. “This I doubt,” he muttered. He sat up and reached into the closet for his clothing.
Visitors—particularly feminine ones—were always exclaiming over the advantages of Harry’s apartment. “So convenient,” they would say. “Everything handy, right within reach. And think of all the extra steps you save!”
Of course most of them were just being polite and trying to cheer Harry up. They knew damned well that he wasn’t living in one room through any choice of his own. The Housing Act was something you just couldn’t get around; not in Chicagee these days. A bachelor was entitled to one room—no more and no less. And even though Harry was making a speedy buck at the agency, he couldn’t hope to beat the regulations.’
-This Crowded Earth by Robert Bloch
June 27th, 2008 at 1:12 pm
‘On the day that the Polish freighter Ludmilla laid an egg in New York harbor, Abner Longmans (”One-Shot”) Braun was in the city going about his normal business, which was making another million dollars. As we found out later, almost nothing else was normal about that particular week end for Braun. For one thing, he had brought his family with him—a complete departure from routine—reflecting the unprecedentedly legitimate nature of the deals he was trying to make. From every point of view it was a bad week end for the CIA to mix into his affairs, but nobody had explained that to the master of the Ludmilla.
I had better add here that we knew nothing about this until afterward; from the point of view of the storyteller, an organization like Civilian Intelligence Associates gets to all its facts backwards, entering the tale at the pay-off, working back to the hook, and winding up with a sheaf of background facts to feed into the computer for Next Time. It’s rough on the various people who’ve tried to fictionalize what we do—particularly for the lazy examples of the breed, who come to us expecting that their plotting has already been done for them—but it’s inherent in the way we operate, and there it is.’
-One Shot by James Blish
June 27th, 2008 at 1:13 pm
CP: Here For Now - Ani DiFranco (Live in Chicago)
June 27th, 2008 at 1:13 pm
Van, are these all books you’d recommend?
June 27th, 2008 at 1:18 pm
‘I scarcely know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth’s credit. He kept a summer cottage in Mill Valley, under the shadow of Mount Tamalpais, and never occupied it except when he loafed through the winter mouths and read Nietzsche and Schopenhauer to rest his brain. When summer came on, he elected to sweat out a hot and dusty existence in the city and to toil incessantly. Had it not been my custom to run up to see him every Saturday afternoon and to stop over till Monday morning, this particular January Monday morning would not have found me afloat on San Francisco Bay.’
-The Sea Wolf by Jack London
June 27th, 2008 at 1:18 pm
CP: Hat Shaped Hat - Ani DiFranco
“In walks a man in the shape of a man holding a hat shaped hat”
June 27th, 2008 at 1:18 pm
Most of them Essbee
June 27th, 2008 at 1:24 pm
I just got The Sandman Preludes and Nocturns for my birthday. I’ve been wanting to get into that for a long time!
June 27th, 2008 at 1:25 pm
2006: Stopped wearing wedding ring because weight gain made wearing it turn my finger blue.
2007: Finally got my act together and had a jeweler increase the size of the ring. Fits great.
2008: Start exercise program and loss 20 pounds. Ring keeps falling off my finger. I’m going to feel really stupid getting the ring shrunk a year after getting it embiggened.
June 27th, 2008 at 1:28 pm
‘The Jury chortled happily. The type bars blurred with frantic speed as they set down the Verdict, snaking smoothly across the roll of paper.
Then the Verdict ended and the judge nodded to the clerk, who stepped up to the jury and tore off the Verdict. He held it ritually in two hands and turned towards the judge.’
-Why Call Them Back From Heaven? by Clifford D Simak
June 27th, 2008 at 1:29 pm
Rhettro - go old school and wrap a bandaid around it so it stays on!
June 27th, 2008 at 1:31 pm
CP: Measure Of Me - Amy Ray
June 27th, 2008 at 1:31 pm
I’m a bit pessimistic about my weight loss. People keep asking me why I don’t buy new clothes that fit me better, I reply “I don’t believe I can keep the weight off in the long term’.
June 27th, 2008 at 1:31 pm
Yeah Essbee, I’ve thought of that. LOL You’ll have to let me know how you like Sandman. I haven’t read any of the comics but it seems like everywhere I’ve read reviews of Watchmen, people recommend Sandman.
June 27th, 2008 at 1:32 pm
Of course if you really consider the long term view, everybody dies.
cough.
June 27th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
That’s sort of were I am Van. I can wear a belt with my fat pants, but can come to work with my fly unzipped in skinny pants if my weight goes up again. LOL
June 27th, 2008 at 1:35 pm
Weight gain, schmeight gain.
June 27th, 2008 at 1:36 pm
I’m am available for children parties….
June 27th, 2008 at 1:36 pm
CP: No. 13 Baby - Pixies
June 27th, 2008 at 1:37 pm
-’m
I can hear the rain hitting the windows as I type.
Gawd I love the rain, I cannot put into words my love of the rain.
June 27th, 2008 at 1:40 pm
It’s a purely platonic relationship you understand..between me and the rain.