Double Flee A
Saturday
More mystery. Druthers.com is a website that requires a password.
I googled druthers restaurant. It was once a chain, and now it's been more or less completely wiped out. The first result is an osha report about a 41 year-old woman scalding herself.
Friday
Jerry Falwell is going to kick things off spiritually at the RNC. Check out some quotes from Falwell here.
Via metafilter:
Earlier this month, internal white house rumors were leaked saying that ideally, it'd be great to find an Al Queda suspect during the week of the Democratic National Convention, since the Democrats would likely be grabbing headlines. Sounds like some crass opportunism instead of truly protecting the republic from terrorists, doesn't it?
Well, what do you know, today this message floated at the top of CNN.com, more important than Kerry's keynote. Even though the guy was caught on Sunday, we don't hear about it until today. Foxnews looks the same way (screenshot), with the Al Queda headline above Kerry's one day in the sun at Fox News. But it's all just a coincidence and we're not being played like a fiddle. Sure.
Earlier this month, internal white house rumors were leaked saying that ideally, it'd be great to find an Al Queda suspect during the week of the Democratic National Convention, since the Democrats would likely be grabbing headlines. Sounds like some crass opportunism instead of truly protecting the republic from terrorists, doesn't it?
Well, what do you know, today this message floated at the top of CNN.com, more important than Kerry's keynote. Even though the guy was caught on Sunday, we don't hear about it until today. Foxnews looks the same way (screenshot), with the Al Queda headline above Kerry's one day in the sun at Fox News. But it's all just a coincidence and we're not being played like a fiddle. Sure.
you're just not even going to believe this
I went to watch "the corporation" last night at the recommendation of a friend who normally steers me right. It was great, but it influenced my dreams negatively. Cops were kicking the you-know-what out of people in my dreams all night. It's a good film; makes me think I should be losing more sleep over the state of things, and not jut child labor for pennies, though it's horrible, not just the ecological disaster resulting from (the movie is fond of mentioning, and it's right) "plundering", but for me, the cultural void created by the overpowering aggregation of branding. This is not solely a result of the movie. I was always sickened that a handful of companies sell so much of what I see every day, advertisements, products, advertisements ON products, ON people, ON every surface. It's like I'm in somebody else's dream and I want to wake them up. Seeing that idea expounded upon in the movie, while it's the most tragic pity visited on my homeland in the modern age (other than needless violence), actually made me feel good; as if I'm finally not the only one noticing*. It can be pretty lonely when you notice the insidium. Ok, that's not a word, but neither is "usurption" a word that is used by someone in that movie. The word is usurpation. I was sure enough to lean over and whisper that to Joyce but had to look it up to be sure. And then the party REALLY got started! Boo-yow! Well, no one said it would be a thriller twenty-four seven.
I looked up my hometown newspaper and thought about ordering a subscription, and then realized I ain't got that kind of money to piss away. Another shattered dream. Whimper.
Well, gmail me if I miss anything. Soul Calibur 2 is pretty engrossing, especially after Joyce bought me a book about how to be better at it. Lots of Bs in that sentence.
*This is an important distinction to make and to punctuate, but I know other people notice, especially here in my urban enclave, where we tag the stop signs with the word "bush", the S in bush being a swastika. What a rocking stencil. But the more people notice, the less funny looks I'll get when I wear a t-shirt on which I've markered "ad free space". Everybody should be reacting to the loss of public space. Wherever your eyes wander, they see something that a marketer thought to put there, and it stinks. Now I'm just bitching. Damn!
I looked up my hometown newspaper and thought about ordering a subscription, and then realized I ain't got that kind of money to piss away. Another shattered dream. Whimper.
Well, gmail me if I miss anything. Soul Calibur 2 is pretty engrossing, especially after Joyce bought me a book about how to be better at it. Lots of Bs in that sentence.
*This is an important distinction to make and to punctuate, but I know other people notice, especially here in my urban enclave, where we tag the stop signs with the word "bush", the S in bush being a swastika. What a rocking stencil. But the more people notice, the less funny looks I'll get when I wear a t-shirt on which I've markered "ad free space". Everybody should be reacting to the loss of public space. Wherever your eyes wander, they see something that a marketer thought to put there, and it stinks. Now I'm just bitching. Damn!
Thursday
There was a restaurant in the town I grew up in called Druthers. Druthers had a mascot like Ronald McDonald, only Druthers's guy was called Andy Dandytale. As a kid I would always try the chocolate pudding on their salad bar, but I never knew it was chocolate pudding because it was always slightly rancid. Druthers, you are forgiven.
Michael Moore vs. Bill O'Reilly, an argument that, yes, really took place.
A couple of days ago I was pretty proud of myself for coming up with that there is an object with two surfaces, and it is a cone. You could also use a hemishpere. When I saw the following I realized how bush-league that is.
A Multi-Disciplinary Exploration of Non-Orientable Surfaces
A Multi-Disciplinary Exploration of Non-Orientable Surfaces
An engineer who killed himself with cyanide after medical treatment for homosexuality has a test named after him, and that test has been passed by a robot that simulates a hot 'n' horny conversation from the perspective of an eighteen year old girl. The test is passed when the person on the ther end is effectively duped into thinking it's a real person they're talking to. So, somewhat nastily yet befitting our proud and noble race, it was precisely at the moment that one sex-chatting dude had an orgasm, that the world changed just a little from what it had been into what it is.
story here
story here
I used to be able to put 'em down. I was an artist and alcohol was my medium. Lately, more and more, I have noticed that it's a fight to stay awake after I have two of anything stronger than beer. Two glasses of wine last night and I was swimming in a world of confusion and heavily in need of shut-eye. Though it will be a pain in the ass, I am looking forward to paring down my acquaintances that depend on the consumption of the white man's fire water, because when people with big needs go bye-bye, historically, my life just gets a lot better in general. I'll even pretend to care. Won't that be sweet of me?
Wednesday
Free Speech Concentration Camp at DNC 2004
The page is loading slowly, so if you can't get through I'll load some of these up myself later.
The page is loading slowly, so if you can't get through I'll load some of these up myself later.
Science & Technology at Scientific American.com: Miracle on Probability Street: The Law of Large Numbers guarantees that one-in-a-million miracles happen 295 times a day in America
The law of small minds guarantees god will get credit for most of those.
The law of small minds guarantees god will get credit for most of those.
I have five email addresses. Don't ask me how that happened. The one that gets the most mileage is hotmail, which lately has been advertising Christian singles.
Before I saw that picture, there was only one apparent problem with me joining a christian singles network. Now there are two.
I had a dream that my mother and brothers and I were walking around in a mall. Inside the coffeeshop there was a bookstore, then a restaurant, then a clothing store. For the compartmentalization malls normally exhibit, this seemed like it had everything but a car dealership. I think it was a dream about a poaaible future in which stores have to network with other businesses in order to compete with
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or as I like to call it,
Before I saw that picture, there was only one apparent problem with me joining a christian singles network. Now there are two.
I had a dream that my mother and brothers and I were walking around in a mall. Inside the coffeeshop there was a bookstore, then a restaurant, then a clothing store. For the compartmentalization malls normally exhibit, this seemed like it had everything but a car dealership. I think it was a dream about a poaaible future in which stores have to network with other businesses in order to compete with
or as I like to call it,
Tuesday
Gossip:
That's the Ticket: Bush to Pick Rudy Giuliani
I like the lead:
"Former New York City mayor Rudy Giuliani, the hero of 9-11, is being secretly courted to become President George W. Bush's running mate in the November election, The ENQUIRER has learned."
The "hero". How can there be a hero of that?
That's the Ticket: Bush to Pick Rudy Giuliani
I like the lead:
"Former New York City mayor Rudy Giuliani, the hero of 9-11, is being secretly courted to become President George W. Bush's running mate in the November election, The ENQUIRER has learned."
The "hero". How can there be a hero of that?
To be worried?
Boston.com / News / Nation / Libraries ordered to destroy US pamphlets
"The federal Government Printing Office has ordered libraries across the country to destroy five US Department of Justice pamphlets that provide how-to instructions on prosecuting asset forfeiture cases, invoking a rarely-used authority to order the removal of items the government routinely sends to hundreds of libraries."
Boston.com / News / Nation / Libraries ordered to destroy US pamphlets
"The federal Government Printing Office has ordered libraries across the country to destroy five US Department of Justice pamphlets that provide how-to instructions on prosecuting asset forfeiture cases, invoking a rarely-used authority to order the removal of items the government routinely sends to hundreds of libraries."
I love my new playstation 2. I must be an idiot for never buying one until now. Or maybe now I'm an idiot. So I either am or was an idiot. Cool!
I wrote another email to the management (if they were hairy and had a disorder they'd be the "mangement") so here it is:
I decided that the 11F job description needed to be nailed down a little, but since I have no authority in the matter, I wrote a song about it, so that if (god forbid) anyone besides me should ever have to do it, they'll know what to do! So here it is, entitled:
The 12 days of 11F
On the first day of 11F Diane said to me
Dont forget to check with IVs
On the second day of 11F Diane said to me
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the third day of 11F Diane said to me
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the fourth day of 11F Diane said to me
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the fifth day of 11F Diane said to me
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the sixth day of 11F Diane said to me
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the seventh day of 11F Diane said to me
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the eighth day of 11F Diane said to me
Credit patients bulk meds
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the ninth day of 11F Diane said to me
Take care of the leeches
Credit patients bulk meds
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the tenth day of 11F Diane said to me
Do a special project
Take care of the leeches
Credit patients bulk meds
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the eleventh day of 11F Diane said to me
Cover first fills lunch break
Do a special project
Take care of the leeches
Credit patients bulk meds
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the twelfth day of 11F Diane said to me
Fill crash med and drip trays
Cover first fills lunch break
Do a special project
Take care of the leeches
Credit patients bulk meds
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
If I can be of any further service in helping the department provide me with a written job description, please let me know.
Thanks!
Dale
Captain Fantastic
Inpatient pharmacy
I sent it to management and to lower people. The reception I got from the managers was icy: "You have talents that should remain hidden." But the workers liked it. And most importantly, it was funny even if I was the only one who laughed. It was funny and it doesn't matter if anybody else thinks so. That's a little dangerous, probably, but oh well.
I wrote another email to the management (if they were hairy and had a disorder they'd be the "mangement") so here it is:
I decided that the 11F job description needed to be nailed down a little, but since I have no authority in the matter, I wrote a song about it, so that if (god forbid) anyone besides me should ever have to do it, they'll know what to do! So here it is, entitled:
The 12 days of 11F
On the first day of 11F Diane said to me
Dont forget to check with IVs
On the second day of 11F Diane said to me
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the third day of 11F Diane said to me
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the fourth day of 11F Diane said to me
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the fifth day of 11F Diane said to me
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the sixth day of 11F Diane said to me
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the seventh day of 11F Diane said to me
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the eighth day of 11F Diane said to me
Credit patients bulk meds
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the ninth day of 11F Diane said to me
Take care of the leeches
Credit patients bulk meds
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the tenth day of 11F Diane said to me
Do a special project
Take care of the leeches
Credit patients bulk meds
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the eleventh day of 11F Diane said to me
Cover first fills lunch break
Do a special project
Take care of the leeches
Credit patients bulk meds
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
On the twelfth day of 11F Diane said to me
Fill crash med and drip trays
Cover first fills lunch break
Do a special project
Take care of the leeches
Credit patients bulk meds
Troubleshoot a pyxis
Help 9P with orals
Do station checks
Inventory narcs
Outdate meds
Replace a double cubie
And dont forget to check with IVs
If I can be of any further service in helping the department provide me with a written job description, please let me know.
Thanks!
Dale
Captain Fantastic
Inpatient pharmacy
I sent it to management and to lower people. The reception I got from the managers was icy: "You have talents that should remain hidden." But the workers liked it. And most importantly, it was funny even if I was the only one who laughed. It was funny and it doesn't matter if anybody else thinks so. That's a little dangerous, probably, but oh well.
Monday
The gruesomely named USA PATRIOT act is being put to stupid use.
Stargate fansite totalitarian goodness!
Stargate fansite totalitarian goodness!
This is a story about some little islands off of Panama. Makes me want to travel.
I got ten hours of sleep last night, and today I feel strong enough to pull the ears off a gundar, literally! I think because I work in a hospital infested with the most dangerous pathgens the wolr has to offer, I might be constantly fighting off pretty wild stuff, and that my immune system rules. In fact, I highly suspect this is the case. Apologies to the red cross, who, after the removal of the white cells from the pint of blood I gave last week, will, again literally, be lft holding the bag.
Wouldn't it be great if there was a kids' show called "mighty morphine power rangers", and all they did was get their phones disconnected and lay around listening to the velvet underground? That would at least teach kids about the dangers of heroin abuse, which is more than the other show had to offer. If I was at home I'd photoshop that, but here at work the computers are so old they gasp for air to keep up with the blazing 28K modem, so in addition to not being able to run anything cool, I have to wait five years for anything to happen. Alred Hitchcock's imagination could not at its most fevered have contrived suspense on the order of the internet where I work.
Wouldn't it be great if there was a kids' show called "mighty morphine power rangers", and all they did was get their phones disconnected and lay around listening to the velvet underground? That would at least teach kids about the dangers of heroin abuse, which is more than the other show had to offer. If I was at home I'd photoshop that, but here at work the computers are so old they gasp for air to keep up with the blazing 28K modem, so in addition to not being able to run anything cool, I have to wait five years for anything to happen. Alred Hitchcock's imagination could not at its most fevered have contrived suspense on the order of the internet where I work.
McSweeney's Internet Tendency: Reasons to Dispatch Bush
Day 81:
In March 2001, President Bush's EPA announced that, in order to cut costs for the mining industry and water suppliers, it would withdraw a new standard for arsenic in drinking water and reinstate an outdated standard established in 1942.
The new standard—10 parts per billion (ppb)—was implemented by the Clinton administration after a decade of testing and studies. One of those studies authorized by Congress cost $2.5 million annually from 1997 to 2000. Another report, by the National Academy of Sciences (NAS) in 1999, concluded that the previous 50 ppb standard could "easily" result in a 1-in-100 cancer risk and recommended that acceptable levels be lowered "as promptly as possible."
When the president made the decision to go back to the original 50 ppb standard, he said: "At the very last minute, my predecessor made a decision, and we pulled back his decision so that we can make a decision based upon sound science and what's realistic." His EPA administrator, Christine Todd Whitman, said the standard had not been based on the "best available science."
In October 2001, following a new NAS study concluding that the 10 ppb standard was scientifically justified and possibly not low enough, the EPA finally adopted that standard. But by this time it was widely recognized that a 3 ppb standard (the lowest level that EPA studies consider technically and economically feasible to achieve) would best safeguard consumers. In fact, studies now show that the 10 ppb standard presents cancer risks 10 times higher than the level EPA considers acceptable in regulating other water contaminants.
(Sources: David Corn, "The Other Lies of George Bush," The Nation, September 25, 2003. www.nrdc.org.)
Day 81:
In March 2001, President Bush's EPA announced that, in order to cut costs for the mining industry and water suppliers, it would withdraw a new standard for arsenic in drinking water and reinstate an outdated standard established in 1942.
The new standard—10 parts per billion (ppb)—was implemented by the Clinton administration after a decade of testing and studies. One of those studies authorized by Congress cost $2.5 million annually from 1997 to 2000. Another report, by the National Academy of Sciences (NAS) in 1999, concluded that the previous 50 ppb standard could "easily" result in a 1-in-100 cancer risk and recommended that acceptable levels be lowered "as promptly as possible."
When the president made the decision to go back to the original 50 ppb standard, he said: "At the very last minute, my predecessor made a decision, and we pulled back his decision so that we can make a decision based upon sound science and what's realistic." His EPA administrator, Christine Todd Whitman, said the standard had not been based on the "best available science."
In October 2001, following a new NAS study concluding that the 10 ppb standard was scientifically justified and possibly not low enough, the EPA finally adopted that standard. But by this time it was widely recognized that a 3 ppb standard (the lowest level that EPA studies consider technically and economically feasible to achieve) would best safeguard consumers. In fact, studies now show that the 10 ppb standard presents cancer risks 10 times higher than the level EPA considers acceptable in regulating other water contaminants.
(Sources: David Corn, "The Other Lies of George Bush," The Nation, September 25, 2003. www.nrdc.org.)
Boston.com / Business / Rivalry between Wal-Mart, Costco also extends to national politics: "Wal-Mart -- two-thirds of whose 3,580 stores are in the ''red states' that voted for Bush in 2000 -- is backing White House policies on everything from trade to limiting overtime pay."
Costco scares Wal-Mart.
Costco scares Wal-Mart.
The worst idea of the new century could end the age of information and begin the age of propriety:
Wired News: Copyright Bill to Kill Tech?
Wired News: Copyright Bill to Kill Tech?
Moore's law might slow down till the quantum chips come out, in other news, how is Moore's law a law and evolution still a theory?
Always looking out for the little guy...
Bush tries to block consumer drug suits / White House says injury claims undermine FDA
How absolutely ludicrous.
Bush tries to block consumer drug suits / White House says injury claims undermine FDA
How absolutely ludicrous.
WORDCOUNT / Tracking the Way We Use Language /
8709 922
It's fun to try to guess which word is the most obscure. No cheating, how'd you do?
The best I could come up with off the top, thanks to the "art" of Russ Meyer, was 81158.
8709 922
It's fun to try to guess which word is the most obscure. No cheating, how'd you do?
The best I could come up with off the top, thanks to the "art" of Russ Meyer, was 81158.
Sunday
hot israeli shebrews -- phun.org pics
Saturday
The funniest statement of the weekend was uttered by John, owner of probably the fastest car in the state, and it involved a monkey fucking a football. Beer came shooting out my nostrils at the frisbee golf course. I think he said it to cheer me up after I threw a frisbee into a swamp, never to be seen again. Another funny thing was when I heard somebody whistling the theme from the Andy Griffith song, and then some stupid fubu clan came around the corner, mumbling/moaning epithets in broken thug slang. (Mufucker this and mufucker that. What is that crap? Is it bowing down to the white man to speak frickin' English?) For just a moment, I considered the fubu clan, or any individual in it, whistling the theme to the Andy Griffith show, and it was mighty funny. Of course I had to penitentiary face it till they passed, and the intersection of the funnyness and the degree of suppression caused redness in my face.
What's huge, great, public, and empty? Here's a hint, it's wet, and it's called the Mississippi river. Last night on the river there were literally six people, four of which were on our boat. We were peeing off the boat in broad daylight in the middle of the city. It was Friday night and dumbasses everywhere were packed into grimy dives so they could reminisce about other times they did the exact same thing to the exact same soundtrack, likely a mixture of Bob Marley and clear channel's flavor of the minute. And nobody at all was on the river. If it was some obnoxious, loud thoroughfare there would be people driving in from miles around to hear the echoes of their own motors reverberating off of filthy concrete and glass, but the river was unmolested. I just found out I'm late for work. Bye.
Friday
Bill O'Reilly doing what he does best. Lying.
quicktime video
Why is it that people like this clown?
quicktime video
Why is it that people like this clown?
Army rations rehydrated by urine | New Scientist
And why shouldn't the poor (soldiers) literally drink piss while metaphorically eating the shit of the rich?
If the Bush sisters shat on some soldiers' faces in the forest, would a radio talk-show host make a sound?
And why shouldn't the poor (soldiers) literally drink piss while metaphorically eating the shit of the rich?
If the Bush sisters shat on some soldiers' faces in the forest, would a radio talk-show host make a sound?
In case you didn't read about the Linda Ronstadt event: "Timmins, who was in the audience, said Ronstadt's comments irked people and some tore down posters and walked out of the theater angrily.
Timmins said Ronstadt would never be allowed to play at the Arabian Nights-themed resort while he was in charge.
'A situation like that can easily turn ugly and I didn't want anything more to come out of it,' said Timmins, defending his decision in a Las Vegas Sun interview. 'There were a lot of angry people there after she started talking.' "
So the people aren't responsible for their anger. Ronstadt is. Nice. I think someone had a few too many of Mister Graham's crackers when angry Bush-worshipers can get away with destruction of property because it's patriotic to be enraged. What the hell is going on in this country right now?
Timmins said Ronstadt would never be allowed to play at the Arabian Nights-themed resort while he was in charge.
'A situation like that can easily turn ugly and I didn't want anything more to come out of it,' said Timmins, defending his decision in a Las Vegas Sun interview. 'There were a lot of angry people there after she started talking.' "
So the people aren't responsible for their anger. Ronstadt is. Nice. I think someone had a few too many of Mister Graham's crackers when angry Bush-worshipers can get away with destruction of property because it's patriotic to be enraged. What the hell is going on in this country right now?
I made reference to the most famous of Zeno's Paradoxes at work the other day, only couldn't remember that it was Zeno's paradox, so the guy I was talking to thought I was crazy. Dick-Fucking-Cheney, do I hate when that happens!
Fleep: "Fleep currently appears in the weekly newspaper, 'Asian Week'. It's about a boy who wakes up in a telephone booth which has been mysteriously selaed in an envelope of concrete. Using only the contents of his pockets (two pens, a paperback novel, three coins and 20 ft of unwaxed dental floss) our hero must fashion and execute an escape plan before he runs out of oxygen. Believe it or not, I try to end each strip on a cliffhanger which is very challanging considering most of the 42 strips take place inside this one phone booth."
print at work: America through Europe's eyes
The Hudson Review | Bruce Bawer
The imbalance of power, on the prospects for effective American-European relations
Harvard Magazine, Stephen M. Walt
The Hudson Review | Bruce Bawer
The imbalance of power, on the prospects for effective American-European relations
Harvard Magazine, Stephen M. Walt
Viktor Koen Exhibitions
Brave enough to make art referring to Borges, and it doesn't suck! Two thumbs up.
Brave enough to make art referring to Borges, and it doesn't suck! Two thumbs up.
I had a dream about a guy named Joe that is important to my future. In my dream he had me go out for sushi with some people from Rolex to see how I operated the chopsticks, and for another test I was supposed to take any small appliance apart and put it back together.
Joe has never called me before. But at nine forty seven, the phone rang and it was him. I had other dreams, and I can remember them, and it makes me think that maybe I can expect something else to happen that I dreamed of. No matter how dreams can be explained, no matter how reliably I mean, they will probably always feel mysterious.
Joe has never called me before. But at nine forty seven, the phone rang and it was him. I had other dreams, and I can remember them, and it makes me think that maybe I can expect something else to happen that I dreamed of. No matter how dreams can be explained, no matter how reliably I mean, they will probably always feel mysterious.
Coup d'Etat in America?
A paranoid exposition. In related news, John Lennon said paranoia is just a heightened state of awareness. In related news, John Lennon was an asshole.
A paranoid exposition. In related news, John Lennon said paranoia is just a heightened state of awareness. In related news, John Lennon was an asshole.
DesMoinesRegister.com
"West Branch, Ia. - A restaurant owner who held a wet T-shirt contest at his business this summer relegates women to the restroom who need to breast-feed their children.
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"West Branch, Ia. - A restaurant owner who held a wet T-shirt contest at his business this summer relegates women to the restroom who need to breast-feed their children.
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Incredible photography by ERIK REFNER
How to convert Stardates
Boing Boing: Plane used often by White House carried 13 Bin Ladens out of US post-9/11
"Still losing sleep over fears that Osama bin Laden's kin were forced to suffer in commercial coach class when they flew out of the US a week after 9/11? Today's Washington Post should make you feel better:"
"Still losing sleep over fears that Osama bin Laden's kin were forced to suffer in commercial coach class when they flew out of the US a week after 9/11? Today's Washington Post should make you feel better:"
Thursday
a grillion non-lethal weapons
This painting is a great example of why all pigeons must be killed.
I myself have between ten and twenty kills. Thanks, Crosman air guns, for making my neighborhood pigeon free. Anyone wanting to give away priceless Dutch paintings can be sure they will be safe from pigeons in my care. A Dale Shipley collection is a safe collection.
I myself have between ten and twenty kills. Thanks, Crosman air guns, for making my neighborhood pigeon free. Anyone wanting to give away priceless Dutch paintings can be sure they will be safe from pigeons in my care. A Dale Shipley collection is a safe collection.
Wednesday
local6.com - News - Crowds Flock To See Jesus Image In Window: "'I go to church whenever I get a chance, but I'm not a spiritual person. I do believe, especially now,' a resident said after seeing the window."
the gipper sez:
the gipper sez:
NSFW popcorn
Scanned: Alice's Adventures under Ground, precursor to you know what.
The new Bulwer-Lytton results are up, but since I've established that Bulwer-Lytton is unfair, I'm providing a link to something funnier. Here. And in case I get a visitor from that site, before you get mad, think about it.
Oh. My. God. I'm never going to be able to escape the fatness that is all around me.
Krispy Kreme introduces glazed doughnut frozen beverage - Jul. 21, 2004
I just have to write that out. Frozen doughnut beverage. Wow.
Krispy Kreme introduces glazed doughnut frozen beverage - Jul. 21, 2004
I just have to write that out. Frozen doughnut beverage. Wow.
print at work: An Intuitive Explanation of Bayesian Reasoning
"one Angry Girl" has a section called Latest Outrage. Under fire this time around it's "child supermodels"!
They're underage, they're tarted up in tiny clothes, and "one angry girl" is, well, angry about it. Go for the commentary, stay for the pictures of underage girls in little cotton briefs!
Dale thinks: I'm in favor of that it's protected as free speech. Whatever the reason for someone's sexual maladjustment, the one thing that can't be sacrificed in the process of healing is information, no matter what it looks like. And no, I don't think it's healthy for girls who should be skinning their knees playing soccer and building bone mass and confidence to be posing in knickers (the purchase of which should cast suspicion on whoever asks for them in that size) so that some fearful, crouching masturbator can trade some chits off his credit card in order to facilitate the stimulation of his pale, underused love weasel. Let's work together to stop the madness, people, this is just silly.
They're underage, they're tarted up in tiny clothes, and "one angry girl" is, well, angry about it. Go for the commentary, stay for the pictures of underage girls in little cotton briefs!
Dale thinks: I'm in favor of that it's protected as free speech. Whatever the reason for someone's sexual maladjustment, the one thing that can't be sacrificed in the process of healing is information, no matter what it looks like. And no, I don't think it's healthy for girls who should be skinning their knees playing soccer and building bone mass and confidence to be posing in knickers (the purchase of which should cast suspicion on whoever asks for them in that size) so that some fearful, crouching masturbator can trade some chits off his credit card in order to facilitate the stimulation of his pale, underused love weasel. Let's work together to stop the madness, people, this is just silly.
Fusker!
is possibly the best place to see photographs of naked women that has ever been devised, not that anyone would ever want to see such. Nothing NSFW on main page.
is possibly the best place to see photographs of naked women that has ever been devised, not that anyone would ever want to see such. Nothing NSFW on main page.
What follows is two pictures of a man's penis. It has been tattooed to resemble a dragon, and it must have been really painful. here, NSFW
bounce, a video that is probably unsafe for work, even though it isn't. You'll see. It's an asian commercial.
Here's that PETA video. I'm not going to watch this thing, but you can.
PETA TV: Select Your Media Preferences:
PETA TV: Select Your Media Preferences:
This is supposed to bury the Monty Hall problem in terms of complexity
Sleeping Beauty problems
A paper on
Sleeping Beauty problems
A paper on
City aviation bigwigs really clean up at O'Hare: "No job should be too small for the city executives who run Chicago's airports, the city's aviation boss declared Tuesday as he handed his top deputies mops and gloves and told them to clean O'Hare Airport's toilets for a day."
Tuesday
The video is pretty incredible...
WFTV.com - News - Trooper Pulls Woman To Safety From Edge Of Bridge
WFTV.com - News - Trooper Pulls Woman To Safety From Edge Of Bridge
Nazis love kittens!
Animal Rights Group to Release Video Showing Chickens at KFC Supplier Being Kicked, Stomped and Thrown
Did anybody NOT know that the fast food animals are abused? Did anyone think the big money they were investing in their healthy diet goes to hiring only the most sensitive and well-adjusted of chicken-slaughterers? When your job is killing chickens for KFC, my friends, you might have one or two personal issues that need working out.
Did anybody NOT know that the fast food animals are abused? Did anyone think the big money they were investing in their healthy diet goes to hiring only the most sensitive and well-adjusted of chicken-slaughterers? When your job is killing chickens for KFC, my friends, you might have one or two personal issues that need working out.
Awesome things I have done in the last 24 hours:
avoided a collision with an idiot in a beautiful lexus.
gave blood.
entered the bone marrow registry.
made onion dip.
I have heard that grapefruit seed extract cures minor ailments, such as a very persistent, minor cold, so I took some, and it does.
It was this hot in my apartment when I got home today.
Yow.
Looks like an old friend is stopping by with some beer, so since I gave blood I should be tipsy in no time!
avoided a collision with an idiot in a beautiful lexus.
gave blood.
entered the bone marrow registry.
made onion dip.
I have heard that grapefruit seed extract cures minor ailments, such as a very persistent, minor cold, so I took some, and it does.
It was this hot in my apartment when I got home today.
Yow.
Looks like an old friend is stopping by with some beer, so since I gave blood I should be tipsy in no time!
Outfoxed is #1 the best selling dvd on Amazon.
Alternet is suing Fox over the fair and balanced tagline.
Alternet is suing Fox over the fair and balanced tagline.
I'm reading Something New by P.G. Wodehouse, which I printed at work, and is it great fun to read. If you are an office slave, print that baby up, or another one at Blackmask online.
They have been working me so hard at the hospital it's really a drag. Nonstop from start to finish. It's like working twelve hours. When it's over I 'm usually too tired to do anything but read and sleep.
They have been working me so hard at the hospital it's really a drag. Nonstop from start to finish. It's like working twelve hours. When it's over I 'm usually too tired to do anything but read and sleep.
Monday
More on Protesting the Protesters from Fox news. this time, the lead says "At anti-war rallies, thousands exercise their freedom of association and expression, but, if you're anti-left or pro-Bush, speech is not so free."
The pro-Bush are not free to speak? Oh, I get it. It's Fox, so it's all lies.
The pro-Bush are not free to speak? Oh, I get it. It's Fox, so it's all lies.
"I trust God speaks through me. Without that, I couldn’t do my job."
-- President Bush, quoted in the Lancaster New Era, during a private meeting with an Amish group.
-- President Bush, quoted in the Lancaster New Era, during a private meeting with an Amish group.
Sunday
On Friday Joyce and I went to the Saints game and tried out her new camera. 4 megapixels is a lot. I've reduced the size of these pictures, but the color and everything was excellent.
We didn't stay till the end, but we stayed long enough to verify the best mullet was on this man.
It's not a digital manipulation, this guy was inside a ball knocking down giant yogurt smoothies while a bunch of people dressed from the renaissance period cheered him on. Saints games are a little different.
Anyone wanting a great self-portrait of Joyce can ask me for it via gmail, and I'll consider it. She doesn't want everybody knowing what she looks like because then she would be mobbed for information about me everywhere she goes. Celebrity is a bitch like that.
Saturday we went to her family's house, where this shirt was on display. The person wearing it reminds one of the joke, what do you call a nine hundred pound gorilla, to which the answer is, of course, whatever he wants to be called.
When we went to feed Molly, Emily's cat, we saw an H2, so we flipped it off.
We got that idea from this great website.
We didn't stay till the end, but we stayed long enough to verify the best mullet was on this man.
It's not a digital manipulation, this guy was inside a ball knocking down giant yogurt smoothies while a bunch of people dressed from the renaissance period cheered him on. Saints games are a little different.
Anyone wanting a great self-portrait of Joyce can ask me for it via gmail, and I'll consider it. She doesn't want everybody knowing what she looks like because then she would be mobbed for information about me everywhere she goes. Celebrity is a bitch like that.
Saturday we went to her family's house, where this shirt was on display. The person wearing it reminds one of the joke, what do you call a nine hundred pound gorilla, to which the answer is, of course, whatever he wants to be called.
When we went to feed Molly, Emily's cat, we saw an H2, so we flipped it off.
We got that idea from this great website.
Not Safe for work image:
Is this woman saying:
A) I'm wild and crazy, a free spirit!
B) After paying too much for a shitty boob job, it was either gas or clothes!
here
Is this woman saying:
A) I'm wild and crazy, a free spirit!
B) After paying too much for a shitty boob job, it was either gas or clothes!
here
Saturday
The new york times has obnoxious registration requirements, and my job is to make things easier, so here's the text of the article I was going to link to.
July 16, 2004OP-ED CONTRIBUTOR
Failure Is Not an Option, It's MandatoryBy THOMAS FRANK
WASHINGTON
For three days this week the nation was transfixed by the spectacle of the United States Senate, in all its august majesty, doing precisely the opposite of statesmanlike deliberation. Instead, it was debating the Federal Marriage Amendment, which would not only have discriminated against a large group of citizens, but also was doomed to defeat from the get-go. Everyone knew this harebrained notion would never draw the two-thirds majority required for a constitutional amendment, and yet here were all these conservatives lining up to speak for it, wasting day after day with their meandering remarks about culture while more important business went unattended. What explains this folly?
Not simple bigotry, as some pundits declared, or even simple politics. While it is true that the amendment was a classic election-year ploy, it owes its power as much to a peculiar narrative of class hostility as it does to homophobia or ideology. And in this narrative, success comes by losing.
For more than three decades, the Republican Party has relied on the "culture war" to rescue their chances every four years, from Richard Nixon's campaign against the liberal news media to George H. W. Bush's campaign against the liberal flag-burners. In this culture war, the real divide is between "regular people" and an endlessly scheming "liberal elite." This strategy allows them to depict themselves as friends of the common people even as they gut workplace safety rules and lay plans to turn Social Security over to Wall Street. Most important, it has allowed Republicans to speak the language of populism.
The amendment may have failed as law, but as pseudopopulist theater it was a masterpiece. Each important element of the culture-war narrative was there. Consider first its choice of targets: while the Senate's culture warriors denied feeling any hostility to gay people, they made no secret of their disgust with liberal judges, a tiny, arrogant group that believes it knows best in all things and harbors an unfathomable determination to run down American culture and thus made this measure necessary.
Sam Brownback, senator from my home state, Kansas, may have put it best: "Most Americans believe homosexuals have a right to live as they choose. They do not believe a small group of activists or a tiny judicial elite have a right to redefine marriage and impose a radical social experiment on our entire society."
What's more, according to the outraged senators, these liberal judges were acting according to a plan. Maybe no one used the term "conspiracy," but Mr. Brownback asserted that the Massachusetts judges who allowed gay marriages to proceed there were merely mouthing a "predetermined outcome"; Orrin Hatch of Utah asserted that "these were not a bunch of random, coincidental legal events"; and Jim Bunning of Kentucky warned how "the liberals, who have no respect for the law" had "plotted out a state-by-state strategy" that they were now carrying out, one domino at a time.
Our age-old folkways, in other words, are today under siege from a cabal of know-it-all elites. The common people are being trampled by the intellectuals. This is precisely the same formula that was used, to great effect, in the nasty spat over evolution that Kansans endured in 1999, in which the elitists said to be forcing their views on the unassuming world were biology professors and those scheming paleontologists.
And, as do the partisans of each of these other culture-causes, the proponents of the marriage amendment made soaring, grandiose claims for the significance of the issue they were debating. While editorialists across the nation tut-tutted and reminded the senators that they had important work they ought to be doing, the senators fired back that in fact they were debating that most important of all possible subjects. Rick Santorum of Pennsylvania, who took particular offense at the charges of insignificance, argued that this was a debate about nothing less than "the glue that holds the basic foundational societal unit together." Wake up, America!
Of course, as everyone pointed out, the whole enterprise was doomed to failure from the start. It didn't have to be that way; conservatives could have chosen any number of more promising avenues to challenge or limit the Massachusetts ruling. Instead they went with a constitutional amendment, the one method where failure was absolutely guaranteed — along with front-page coverage
Then again, what culture war offensive isn't doomed to failure from the start? Indeed, the inevitability of defeat seems to be a critical element of the melodrama, on issues from school prayer to evolution and even abortion.
Failure on the cultural front serves to magnify the outrage felt by conservative true believers; it mobilizes the base. Failure sharpens the distinctions between conservatives and liberals. Failure allows for endless grandstanding without any real-world consequences that might upset more moderate Republicans or the party's all-important corporate wing. You might even say that grand and garish defeat — especially if accompanied by the ridicule of the sophisticated — is the culture warrior's very object.
The issue is all-important; the issue is incapable of being won. Only when the battle is defined this way can it achieve the desired results, have its magical polarizing effect. Only with a proposed constitutional amendment could the legalistic, cavilling Democrats be counted on to vote "no," and only with an offensive so blunt and so sweeping could the universal hostility of the press be secured.
Losing is prima facie evidence that the basic conservative claim is true: that the country is run by liberals; that the world is unfair; that the majority is persecuted by a sinister elite. And that therefore you, my red-state friend, had better get out there and vote as if your civilization depended on it.
Thomas Frank is the author, most recently, of "What's the Matter with Kansas? How Conservatives Won the Heart of America."
The next big scandal is going to come in the form of rape/murder videos from abu ghraib.
With more, Tom Tomorrow. here
Norway doesn't like the abuse of children. Sounds like if we're not going to get upset about what our government is doing to innocent people somebody else will.
Hmm. Killing innocent people, media blackouts, intense patriotism, I think I've read something about this. If I could only remember what!
unrelated: Write a prisoner.
With more, Tom Tomorrow. here
Norway doesn't like the abuse of children. Sounds like if we're not going to get upset about what our government is doing to innocent people somebody else will.
Hmm. Killing innocent people, media blackouts, intense patriotism, I think I've read something about this. If I could only remember what!
unrelated: Write a prisoner.
Friday
Thursday
umm... you should just look at this. I don't think I can describe it.
Buck Truck, The Rappin' Trucker
One of the worst things I've ever heard.
Buck Truck and Weird Waitress are my favorites.
Buck Truck, The Rappin' Trucker
One of the worst things I've ever heard.
Buck Truck and Weird Waitress are my favorites.
Bill Moyers is asking the important questions!
Print at work: Democracy in the Balance
"How do we nurture the healing side of religion over the killing side? How do we protect the soul of democracy against bad theology in service of an imperial state?"
My take on the situation is too extreme to be considered. Nobody wants to throw their beliefs out the window, no matter how good it will be for them and everybody else.
Print at work: Democracy in the Balance
"How do we nurture the healing side of religion over the killing side? How do we protect the soul of democracy against bad theology in service of an imperial state?"
My take on the situation is too extreme to be considered. Nobody wants to throw their beliefs out the window, no matter how good it will be for them and everybody else.
This link courtesy of Mike, who left a good comment which I didn't see until today. Sorry, dude, and thanks for the great link.
Print at work: How Thinking Goes Wrong
Print at work: How Thinking Goes Wrong
Often when I am in the presence of my managers, I have to squelch the burning passion that compels me to say:
If I wanted to be shouted at by an idiot, I'd join the army.
If I wanted to be shouted at by an idiot, I'd join the army.
Hate amendment doesn't work out, they'll have a much easier time legislating.
Boston.com / News / Nation / Senate rejects move to ban gay marriage
Boston.com / News / Nation / Senate rejects move to ban gay marriage
Is Fabulous President George W. Bush a Fabulous Homosexual? Baptists Are Saving Homosexuals asks what conservative Christians demand to know
At regime change, they've got to do something with all the statues...
Magazine articles call it either "Stalin World" or a "Soviet theme park." here
It's actually a sculpture garden, containing only old Soviet propaganda sculptures.
Another park like it is here
Magazine articles call it either "Stalin World" or a "Soviet theme park." here
It's actually a sculpture garden, containing only old Soviet propaganda sculptures.
Another park like it is here
An educational economics page! Complete with cartoon of a black guy, an indian guy, and a woman, just like bankers in real life!
The IMF in Action: Why do we need the IMF? Smoothing the bumps in the flow of foreign exchange
The IMF in Action: Why do we need the IMF? Smoothing the bumps in the flow of foreign exchange
Over at metafilter an article about the sustainability of oil got 'em hot and bothered, and when that happoens everybody wins; nobody likes to cite the hell out of stuff like bloggers. The thread ---> Bubbling up... | Metafilter
Wednesday
Alex Jones presents the road to tyranny, over two hours of realmedia
In case you've never seen it, which is doubtful because you are on the internet, this completely and totally not safe for work video shows a woman who has projectile orgasms.
here
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here
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Well, Chris and Emily, if you don't have anything better to do on the west coast than check this blog (that makes even me want to barf) rest assured that Molly the cat is in good health. I don't know what to do about the bottle of "kitty glucosamine", but the food and water situation is on lockdown.
As I was coming back here to try out an organic heirloom tomato with dinner, I saw a pair of lesbians. I thought to myself, that's got to be the fourth set of those I've seen in the last half hour! I'm going to blog that! And then as I was thinking this and crossing the street, I looked into the car in the last lane and in it was, yes, another pair of lesbians. I don't mind or anything, in fact I get a kick out of them sometimes, like when one tries to give me the man-stare. The "I'm just as much of a man as you" stare. That's when I hand out the "No you're not" smile, a gesture of amused indifference which is the only known antidote to a woman's wrath.
The heirloom tomato was sweet. Too sweet, really. Nothing like a homegrown tomato. I think that an enterprising waiter made up heirloom tomatoes as a selling point. I used to be a waiter, and it sounds irritatingly familiar.
As I was coming back here to try out an organic heirloom tomato with dinner, I saw a pair of lesbians. I thought to myself, that's got to be the fourth set of those I've seen in the last half hour! I'm going to blog that! And then as I was thinking this and crossing the street, I looked into the car in the last lane and in it was, yes, another pair of lesbians. I don't mind or anything, in fact I get a kick out of them sometimes, like when one tries to give me the man-stare. The "I'm just as much of a man as you" stare. That's when I hand out the "No you're not" smile, a gesture of amused indifference which is the only known antidote to a woman's wrath.
The heirloom tomato was sweet. Too sweet, really. Nothing like a homegrown tomato. I think that an enterprising waiter made up heirloom tomatoes as a selling point. I used to be a waiter, and it sounds irritatingly familiar.
...and tonight our salad is a tossed field greens salad with toasted pine nuts, roasted red pepper vinaigrette, and heirloom tomaotes, which are in season.
StationRipper
StationRipper will allow you to "record" various internet radio stations. It will allow you to get a list of available Shoutcast stations and start recording them, creating a single MP3 file for each song the station plays.
StationRipper will allow you to "record" various internet radio stations. It will allow you to get a list of available Shoutcast stations and start recording them, creating a single MP3 file for each song the station plays.
I pity the guy. Sounds like it could have happened to anyone.
Luckless Casanova Stuck Naked Under Gate
Luckless Casanova Stuck Naked Under Gate
I had a conversation with a friend recently about the varieties of sketch comedy, and what makes some better than others. He took a broad view and said that for sketch comedy, stories, self-contained, and with a beginning, middle, and end, were probably the best. He cited Kids in the hall as an example of comedy done right. "Girly drink drunk" is the only one they did that I can recall, not bring a true aficionado of tv chuckles, but I had to agree. So it was a conversation in which I was for the most part the amicable recipient of new information.
There is a glut of bad comedy on tv. I stopped watching it for that reason; when something that is supposed to be funny, isn't, it disturbs me in varying degrees, anywhere from a light grimace to the full-on collywobbles. When last I tuned in to SNL, it was so bad I watched an infomercial until weekend update and then shut it off. (I dig Tina Fey and wanted to see if she did the character I submitted to her people. That character was "old man" and I sent some jokes along with that. He was probably wrong for the show now; silly and pointless enough to go over in the early nineties, but now he'd be out of place.)
Unfortunately, as a comedy-for-tv writer, I'd be more likely to come up with Herlihy-type stuff (Toonces) than more timeless stuff (Kids in the hall). Which brings me to my point, the dream I had just before waking up. It was a comedy dream, and it came with a theme song. Music doesn't translate well to blog, but it was like an epic rock song. It's about a woman who wants an enduring love, who's looking for her salvation, so to speak, in the form of a hunky dude. The video accompaniment to the song shows her fleeing the office, picking up her paycheck smiling, and then heading into the bar like it's the greatest day of her life. The song goes "The day, it is done! The pay, it is won! Here she comes to fall in love!" She then flirts with every single man she sees, with the intention of finding a love that lasts a lifetime. Obviously, hilarious misadventures ensue. It writes itself.
Anyway, that was my dream. "The kids" had topical stuff, now that I think about it, like chicken lady. And "looking for love" is, I think, one of the most under-poked-fun-at afflictions of our age. If you buy everything the media sells you about love, then you could go looking for it, I suppose. I wonder if there are other things that would work on that scale, speaking of media messaging.
There is a glut of bad comedy on tv. I stopped watching it for that reason; when something that is supposed to be funny, isn't, it disturbs me in varying degrees, anywhere from a light grimace to the full-on collywobbles. When last I tuned in to SNL, it was so bad I watched an infomercial until weekend update and then shut it off. (I dig Tina Fey and wanted to see if she did the character I submitted to her people. That character was "old man" and I sent some jokes along with that. He was probably wrong for the show now; silly and pointless enough to go over in the early nineties, but now he'd be out of place.)
Unfortunately, as a comedy-for-tv writer, I'd be more likely to come up with Herlihy-type stuff (Toonces) than more timeless stuff (Kids in the hall). Which brings me to my point, the dream I had just before waking up. It was a comedy dream, and it came with a theme song. Music doesn't translate well to blog, but it was like an epic rock song. It's about a woman who wants an enduring love, who's looking for her salvation, so to speak, in the form of a hunky dude. The video accompaniment to the song shows her fleeing the office, picking up her paycheck smiling, and then heading into the bar like it's the greatest day of her life. The song goes "The day, it is done! The pay, it is won! Here she comes to fall in love!" She then flirts with every single man she sees, with the intention of finding a love that lasts a lifetime. Obviously, hilarious misadventures ensue. It writes itself.
Anyway, that was my dream. "The kids" had topical stuff, now that I think about it, like chicken lady. And "looking for love" is, I think, one of the most under-poked-fun-at afflictions of our age. If you buy everything the media sells you about love, then you could go looking for it, I suppose. I wonder if there are other things that would work on that scale, speaking of media messaging.
Tuesday
From the mailbag:
Dear Dale,
My old lady's been kind of a kinky person ever since we met, but I wasn't ready for her calling me other guys' names when we're intimate. First she called me Dave, then about a week later she starts calling me Rick, and since then it's been different ones all the time. Is this kind of behavior common? If not, how can I bring this up without ruffling her feathers?
Regards,
Rudolph Threepwood
Rudy,
This behavior is more common than you could possibly imagine. Yours is the third letter I've gotten this week about this. Are you in Minneapolis, by any chance? Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it. It'll pass. I hate to cut it short, but every Tuesday my buddy Nick and I go to a local bar. You wouldn't believe the number of dumb women there that believe anything we say.
Good luck,
Dale
Dear Dale,
My old lady's been kind of a kinky person ever since we met, but I wasn't ready for her calling me other guys' names when we're intimate. First she called me Dave, then about a week later she starts calling me Rick, and since then it's been different ones all the time. Is this kind of behavior common? If not, how can I bring this up without ruffling her feathers?
Regards,
Rudolph Threepwood
Rudy,
This behavior is more common than you could possibly imagine. Yours is the third letter I've gotten this week about this. Are you in Minneapolis, by any chance? Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it. It'll pass. I hate to cut it short, but every Tuesday my buddy Nick and I go to a local bar. You wouldn't believe the number of dumb women there that believe anything we say.
Good luck,
Dale
I recommend you pay those tickets. My ticket from April went from 23 to 73 bucks. I hate that. It makes me feel like Jennifer Connelly in the house of sand and fog, who can't be bothered to open her mail and loses her house, hooks up with a dishonest cop, and causes a hardwordking immigrant and his whole family to die. What a movie. What a parking ticket. The drama. The expense.
Monday
A lot of money for comic books on Ebay.
"Be sure to shop for extra food and water"
"If at all possible, stay inside"
Why?
The GOP's convention's in town!
Is that crazy or what?
"If at all possible, stay inside"
Why?
The GOP's convention's in town!
Is that crazy or what?
Isn't it strange how the questions are framed:
What's your favorite music to listen to?
What faith are you?
I think it ought to be asked what your favorite belief system is, as if it's as comparitively insignificant as it is.
What's your favorite music to listen to?
What faith are you?
I think it ought to be asked what your favorite belief system is, as if it's as comparitively insignificant as it is.
Capitol Hill Blue: Cheney Faces Criminal Indictments; Other Illegal Actions Raise Warning Flags at White House
Sunday
Brighter, clearer beer could be on the way thanks to a superfine filter that owes its existence to the failure of a decade-old recording technology.
this gets complicated
this gets complicated
Ok, class, this is the part where we lose our system of government and enter a totalitarian nightmare!
Yahoo! News - U.S. Mulling How to Delay Nov. Vote in Case of Attack
Here we go again.
Yahoo! News - U.S. Mulling How to Delay Nov. Vote in Case of Attack
Here we go again.
Saturday
A retired janitor who swept a $294 million lotto was later quoted as saying, "I could have used the money before I spent MY ENTIRE WORKING LIFE as a janitor!"
Going abroad? Try a t-shirt from iloveyourcountry.com
Weeping cherry: Surreal Pop Art Erotica
Friday
Anyone going on a date in Minneapolis should consider the centennial lakes miniature golf course. Yeah, it's miniature golf, but it's real grass. I got down on mini golf because it was astroturf and not-quite-as-good-as-you-expected gags and windmills and one hole didn't work right and crap like that, but this is just putting. Some of the holes are over a hundred feet long. Joyce scored and said we tied but I think she was lying to spare me my feelings. The drawback: seven-fifty apiece for eighteen holes in the heart of Edina. Some people I know would rather gnaw their hands off than consort with Edina people.
In Wal-Martville, Tennessee, nobody reads, so there are a grillion books for a nickel apiece. I just talked to my brother Joe. He got a copy of Macbeth at a discount bookstore there for a quarter because it was all written in. No, not by a leading Macbeth scholar or anything, by someone named Kathy. She liked to write in the margins of Doug's copy of Macbeth. Later, the school (or somebody) had to cross out all the writing with a marker, but you can still read it if you hold it in the glare.
It says, many times, Doug loves Kathy. It says Doug wants to fuck Kathy. It says all sorts of things like that, all over the place. Kathy liked to torment Doug. That's better than just any old copy if you ask me. A reassuring lack of pretense is just a glance away, built in. To hell with Thane of Cowdor, see how Kathy flirts! It's inspirational!
We also decided that if I want to get serious about being a player in the rap game, I need to attend P-diddy boot camp. That came from a show called "make the band 2" or something. From what I remember this show was about celebrities helping people get what it takes to become a star. P. Diddy split and made his own version of the show. I guess he wanted to make a band that was serious about keeping it real, being a thug from the streets or whatever it takes to be a rapper. Here I was thinking it meant saying things that rhyme with each other. What a moron I am.
While using the traditional methods of motivating warriors (pushups, yelling in your face, other miscellaneous obnoxious homoerotica, etc.), P-diddy's egomania ran wild, and the cameras were rolling. I think the decision to have a boot camp was, for Mister Diddy, sort of like marrying Jennifer Lopez, the Cleopatra of our time. J-Lo, you temptress! Who is immune from your feminine wiles? Don't get all down on P. Diddy about their marriage, either. Who among us hasn't said later about a disaster "It seemed like a good idea at the time!" Well, let ye be the one that first casts a stone at P. Diddy boot camp!
It says, many times, Doug loves Kathy. It says Doug wants to fuck Kathy. It says all sorts of things like that, all over the place. Kathy liked to torment Doug. That's better than just any old copy if you ask me. A reassuring lack of pretense is just a glance away, built in. To hell with Thane of Cowdor, see how Kathy flirts! It's inspirational!
We also decided that if I want to get serious about being a player in the rap game, I need to attend P-diddy boot camp. That came from a show called "make the band 2" or something. From what I remember this show was about celebrities helping people get what it takes to become a star. P. Diddy split and made his own version of the show. I guess he wanted to make a band that was serious about keeping it real, being a thug from the streets or whatever it takes to be a rapper. Here I was thinking it meant saying things that rhyme with each other. What a moron I am.
While using the traditional methods of motivating warriors (pushups, yelling in your face, other miscellaneous obnoxious homoerotica, etc.), P-diddy's egomania ran wild, and the cameras were rolling. I think the decision to have a boot camp was, for Mister Diddy, sort of like marrying Jennifer Lopez, the Cleopatra of our time. J-Lo, you temptress! Who is immune from your feminine wiles? Don't get all down on P. Diddy about their marriage, either. Who among us hasn't said later about a disaster "It seemed like a good idea at the time!" Well, let ye be the one that first casts a stone at P. Diddy boot camp!
I don't post this as a "see, I told you so", it's just a bummer.
Mental illness hits one in five US soldiers after Iraq
Mental illness hits one in five US soldiers after Iraq
MY BATHROOM IS HELL
There's this guy named Troy who is supposed to be fixing my bathroom. He's the handyman who left me without running water for four days.
This job on the back room I believe started in April.
Yeah. It's July. Not only do the walls still have screws sticking out of them and gaps between the drywall, but the floor looks like this.
Not very clean, huh?
That's nothing.
Here's my bathroom from outside. That thing on the upper left, that's my shower caddy. It's supposed to make showering easier. It holds soap and shampoo and shit like that, but it doesn't help much when it's HANGING FROM THE SMOKE DETECTOR IN THE NEXT ROOM. That Troy, the lug, always thinking of me.
Here are some other shots.
The sink,
the shower curtain,
some extremely bad wall over the radiator,
and more bad wall.
It's not like I'm leaving stuff out, really great parts of my bathroom that look awesome.
Here's the floor. Notice how the floor looks great, to a point. That's the work of the guy who was the handyman before Troy swooped in to save my world from people who never finished their fucking jobs.
Just want to give you an idea of how much Troy's dependability sucks, he did this to my bathroom on or before I posted this, June 30. It was his loosening of the bolt in the ceiling that caused the shower curtain to fall. Nice.
It could be a while before he gets back in there, so if you live in the Minneapolis area and I can come take a shower at your house where I can scrub up not looking at the second unfinished job of Troy's in my apartment, email me. I have beer.
There's this guy named Troy who is supposed to be fixing my bathroom. He's the handyman who left me without running water for four days.
This job on the back room I believe started in April.
Yeah. It's July. Not only do the walls still have screws sticking out of them and gaps between the drywall, but the floor looks like this.
Not very clean, huh?
That's nothing.
Here's my bathroom from outside. That thing on the upper left, that's my shower caddy. It's supposed to make showering easier. It holds soap and shampoo and shit like that, but it doesn't help much when it's HANGING FROM THE SMOKE DETECTOR IN THE NEXT ROOM. That Troy, the lug, always thinking of me.
Here are some other shots.
The sink,
the shower curtain,
some extremely bad wall over the radiator,
and more bad wall.
It's not like I'm leaving stuff out, really great parts of my bathroom that look awesome.
Here's the floor. Notice how the floor looks great, to a point. That's the work of the guy who was the handyman before Troy swooped in to save my world from people who never finished their fucking jobs.
Just want to give you an idea of how much Troy's dependability sucks, he did this to my bathroom on or before I posted this, June 30. It was his loosening of the bolt in the ceiling that caused the shower curtain to fall. Nice.
It could be a while before he gets back in there, so if you live in the Minneapolis area and I can come take a shower at your house where I can scrub up not looking at the second unfinished job of Troy's in my apartment, email me. I have beer.
OOPS! What do you know? Now we'll never see the records that at one time definitely existed, that prove the service record of the unelected murder monkey!
Pentagon acknowledges some Bush Guard records destroyed
Pentagon acknowledges some Bush Guard records destroyed
Giving a thirty percent commission on the funds you raise was bad enough.
That "grand old" party, what will they think of next?
Supporting Ralph Nader, of course!
GOP donors funding Nader / Bush supporters give independent's bid a financial lift
That "grand old" party, what will they think of next?
Supporting Ralph Nader, of course!
GOP donors funding Nader / Bush supporters give independent's bid a financial lift
Lileks the turd-boy gets his write on bitching about Michael Moore. How original.
Maybe next he'll remix a Dido song.
Maybe next he'll remix a Dido song.
you've probably seen this before, but here's the CEO of winnebago freaking out during a commercial shoot.
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Giant Fungus, world's largest organism!
Wednesday I went to a bar, where I took the following notes:
The vietnam vet is a rare species these days. Detritus of our war culture, a sighting of this elusive beast can occur around four p.m. at your semi-local outskirts drinking establishment. A mullet here, a missing leg there, and every once in a while, the word you came to hear. "Veet-nam". Oh, yes. Like music to mine ears, brave one. I recommend the "american sports cafe" for this manhunt. While you're baffled by the ambiance of mass-marketing, a waitress who looks like she shouldn't look that old for a few years yet will pour you all the beer you can drink. For five dollars. It's truly the best "good time for people who hate to have a good time" I can imagine, and I actually got to do it. So can you, for on Wednesdays from four to seven, all the beer and all the pizza you can consume, is five bucks.
Not like every other bar, this place, though. The lesbians have discovered the beauty in ladies night, and the crowding in that goes on ladies night has created a spillover into the other nights. They start to show up about six-thirty. The filthy mullet co-opters. Is nothing sacred? Be there for the great cultural awkwardness! It's the only great thing happening, so as the light fades outside and in your cavity of a brain, slam a couple of cheap tap beers back when no one's looking, just for you, and think about the awful emptiness the world is made of, and that like being saved, once you realize how bad it all is, no amount of drinking can make it go away and get good again. Not that a man can't try! Cheers! At the american sports cafe. Where they never met a bad haircut they didn't like.
The vietnam vet is a rare species these days. Detritus of our war culture, a sighting of this elusive beast can occur around four p.m. at your semi-local outskirts drinking establishment. A mullet here, a missing leg there, and every once in a while, the word you came to hear. "Veet-nam". Oh, yes. Like music to mine ears, brave one. I recommend the "american sports cafe" for this manhunt. While you're baffled by the ambiance of mass-marketing, a waitress who looks like she shouldn't look that old for a few years yet will pour you all the beer you can drink. For five dollars. It's truly the best "good time for people who hate to have a good time" I can imagine, and I actually got to do it. So can you, for on Wednesdays from four to seven, all the beer and all the pizza you can consume, is five bucks.
Not like every other bar, this place, though. The lesbians have discovered the beauty in ladies night, and the crowding in that goes on ladies night has created a spillover into the other nights. They start to show up about six-thirty. The filthy mullet co-opters. Is nothing sacred? Be there for the great cultural awkwardness! It's the only great thing happening, so as the light fades outside and in your cavity of a brain, slam a couple of cheap tap beers back when no one's looking, just for you, and think about the awful emptiness the world is made of, and that like being saved, once you realize how bad it all is, no amount of drinking can make it go away and get good again. Not that a man can't try! Cheers! At the american sports cafe. Where they never met a bad haircut they didn't like.
Thursday
You ever have a feeling that a celebrity was a republican, but just couldn't tell for sure? Now you can, here!
I'm a little disappointed in Wink Martindale.
I'm a little disappointed in Wink Martindale.
more on kenny boy:
Former Enron chairman Kenneth Lay surrenders to FBI
Is this the most predictable presidential pardon of all time I see in the future?
Former Enron chairman Kenneth Lay surrenders to FBI
Is this the most predictable presidential pardon of all time I see in the future?
Wednesday
WorldNetDaily: 'Junk science' propelled Edwards' career?
this is print-at-work worthy...
The Junk Science of George W. Bush
this is print-at-work worthy...
The Junk Science of George W. Bush
Yahoo! News - Ex-Enron Chief Lay Indicted - CNBC
That's pretty much the whole story. Go ahead and click on it.
That's pretty much the whole story. Go ahead and click on it.
The Salt Lake Tribune -- Hatch backs nominee who backs St. Paul
"Reading from the Bible on the floor of the Senate on Tuesday, Sen. Orrin Hatch endorsed a federal judicial nominee who wrote that wives should have a subordinate role in marriage, with the Utah Republican emphasizing "millions and millions of people will agree with" that view."
"Sen. Rick Santorum, R-Penn., lashed out at Durbin's criticism during floor debate.
"We hear so much from the other side about tolerance," said Santorum. "Where is the tolerance for people who want to believe what has been taught for 2,000 years?""
That statement by Rick Santorum is just stupid, and only stupid people could possibly see things his way. That's like saying that immunizing people violates the hippocratic oath because of the needle causing pain. I have no tolerance for people who want to turn their views into my laws, sweating fist-shaking hell-believing-in people. We, the reasonable people, have suffered these pigs who expect us to respect their right to tell other people how to live, long enough.
And that's how I really feel.
"Reading from the Bible on the floor of the Senate on Tuesday, Sen. Orrin Hatch endorsed a federal judicial nominee who wrote that wives should have a subordinate role in marriage, with the Utah Republican emphasizing "millions and millions of people will agree with" that view."
"Sen. Rick Santorum, R-Penn., lashed out at Durbin's criticism during floor debate.
"We hear so much from the other side about tolerance," said Santorum. "Where is the tolerance for people who want to believe what has been taught for 2,000 years?""
That statement by Rick Santorum is just stupid, and only stupid people could possibly see things his way. That's like saying that immunizing people violates the hippocratic oath because of the needle causing pain. I have no tolerance for people who want to turn their views into my laws, sweating fist-shaking hell-believing-in people. We, the reasonable people, have suffered these pigs who expect us to respect their right to tell other people how to live, long enough.
And that's how I really feel.
To commemorate the changing of my lead from "...now watch this drive" to "the anti-indoctrinator", I thought it was called for to justify my self-dubbing.
I was fishing with a friend out on one of the nineteen-thousand-odd lakes in Minnesota last weekend when the beers brought up between us the subject of god. My reasoning went like this:
So let's say Jesus is the son of god.
We know it takes forty six chromosomes to make a human being, so obviously twenty three came from his mother, twenty three from god. If all forty six came from mom, then he'd be a clone, a woman who looks just like Mary, which he wasn't.
So we're in a great position to figure out almost exactly what god looks like! Did he have curlier hair, different colored eyes from the rest of the guys around at the time? No! He looks just like the rest of the Hebrews! Ok, so god looks like a Hebrew.
Not a big deal. Except that God looks like a human being.
That's a problem.
Human beings are well adapted to their environment, wouldn't you say? The ears really help us to hear the sounds that pass through the atmosphere, the eyes help us see light that reflects off of things, the colors, the movements, etc. The skin has receptors in it that work great for feeling heat and cold and wet, which comes in terribly handy for not getting burned, infected, and dying. We have fingers, thumbs, vertebrae, it's great being a human on earth! And if we're made in god's image, then god himself must look a lot like us!
But what does god need ears for? How can we be made in the image of someone with no need for prehensile appendages, for sight, for hearing? How is it that our entire physical makeup, so well adapted for earth living, came from somewhere necessarily other than here?
God really needs to hear. So he can interpret sounds that pass through air.
AIR, WHERE?!
This reasoning can be repeated with any part of the human body. Did I hear this anywhere? No. I made it up. I don't need coaching, hounding, hectoring, bothering, jostling, winking at or indoctrinating to help me twist my putty-like belief system around something as knotted and misshapen as the concept of you-know-who being the son of you-know-who.
Anyway, my fishing companion either slept through this tirade or faked like he was drunker than he actually was. He held steadfast to his belief that I'm the one who's got it all wrong, when all I advocate is using the noggin.
Am I an atheist? No, I think about things and those who don't think about them have to come up with a name to call me. It helps the indoctrination process to make your belief system the norm, which can only be done by ostracizing the element of the "other". The human race makes progress when the old is thrown out and the new is perceived accurately and without bias.
Where bias is concerned, I have the bias which accompanies having rigorously applied the tools of logic at my disposal. Which is to say I have a bias, but it's better than most people's and on a case-by case basis I can and will be glad to tell you why.
Now I'm going to see if I can buy a car. I've been selected to receive junk mail from a repo car sale so I must be pretty special.
I was fishing with a friend out on one of the nineteen-thousand-odd lakes in Minnesota last weekend when the beers brought up between us the subject of god. My reasoning went like this:
So let's say Jesus is the son of god.
We know it takes forty six chromosomes to make a human being, so obviously twenty three came from his mother, twenty three from god. If all forty six came from mom, then he'd be a clone, a woman who looks just like Mary, which he wasn't.
So we're in a great position to figure out almost exactly what god looks like! Did he have curlier hair, different colored eyes from the rest of the guys around at the time? No! He looks just like the rest of the Hebrews! Ok, so god looks like a Hebrew.
Not a big deal. Except that God looks like a human being.
That's a problem.
Human beings are well adapted to their environment, wouldn't you say? The ears really help us to hear the sounds that pass through the atmosphere, the eyes help us see light that reflects off of things, the colors, the movements, etc. The skin has receptors in it that work great for feeling heat and cold and wet, which comes in terribly handy for not getting burned, infected, and dying. We have fingers, thumbs, vertebrae, it's great being a human on earth! And if we're made in god's image, then god himself must look a lot like us!
But what does god need ears for? How can we be made in the image of someone with no need for prehensile appendages, for sight, for hearing? How is it that our entire physical makeup, so well adapted for earth living, came from somewhere necessarily other than here?
God really needs to hear. So he can interpret sounds that pass through air.
AIR, WHERE?!
This reasoning can be repeated with any part of the human body. Did I hear this anywhere? No. I made it up. I don't need coaching, hounding, hectoring, bothering, jostling, winking at or indoctrinating to help me twist my putty-like belief system around something as knotted and misshapen as the concept of you-know-who being the son of you-know-who.
Anyway, my fishing companion either slept through this tirade or faked like he was drunker than he actually was. He held steadfast to his belief that I'm the one who's got it all wrong, when all I advocate is using the noggin.
Am I an atheist? No, I think about things and those who don't think about them have to come up with a name to call me. It helps the indoctrination process to make your belief system the norm, which can only be done by ostracizing the element of the "other". The human race makes progress when the old is thrown out and the new is perceived accurately and without bias.
Where bias is concerned, I have the bias which accompanies having rigorously applied the tools of logic at my disposal. Which is to say I have a bias, but it's better than most people's and on a case-by case basis I can and will be glad to tell you why.
Now I'm going to see if I can buy a car. I've been selected to receive junk mail from a repo car sale so I must be pretty special.
I think the Minneapolis cops have new sirens. They sound crazy now, like some techno music from the future. It's really wild.
Can you believe El Rush-Bo got it wrong? My whole world is crumbling down around me!
Limbaugh flunked on federal education spending
Math courtesy of the heritage foundation.
Limbaugh flunked on federal education spending
Math courtesy of the heritage foundation.
Framing Michael Moore
"In the June 28 Newsweek, Isikoff dismissed Fahrenheit 9/11 as “a mélange of investigative journalism, partisan commentary and conspiracy theories.” He goes on to dispute three of what he calls “Moore’s most provocative allegations,” thereby leading the unsuspecting reader to wonder what else Moore has fabricated. More on that later. First some history about Isikoff’s own “mélange of investigative journalism, partisan commentary and conspiracy theories.”"...
"In the June 28 Newsweek, Isikoff dismissed Fahrenheit 9/11 as “a mélange of investigative journalism, partisan commentary and conspiracy theories.” He goes on to dispute three of what he calls “Moore’s most provocative allegations,” thereby leading the unsuspecting reader to wonder what else Moore has fabricated. More on that later. First some history about Isikoff’s own “mélange of investigative journalism, partisan commentary and conspiracy theories.”"...
Publisher Sign Up for getting RNC donations, make thirty per cent of the take! It's not desperation, it's just shady! The liberal media will run this on the front pages of every newspaper, I bet! Not!
Add US's Iraq Fatalities and
Operation Enduring Freedom US Fatalities and you get over a thousand dead Americans! So here's a little chant I made up, once for each dead g.i., let's do it out loud.
U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!
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Operation Enduring Freedom US Fatalities and you get over a thousand dead Americans! So here's a little chant I made up, once for each dead g.i., let's do it out loud.
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Tuesday
I sent another letter to the management today:
"The situation I emailed you about, the one I foresaw, has come to pass, and I am now asking you, again, if you will fix it please.
I had a discrepancy on phenobarbital, which I don't have to be a pharm. d. to know has all the abuse potential of neurontin. The reason I had the discrepancy is that I am supposed to go check on the meds without removals as part of station checks. The machine says there are 20, I say there are 19. I know you're with me so far.
Now that I have a discrepancy, I need to find a nurse to help me get it off there. No problem, right? Wrong.
The nurse, hereafter "rock", had a problem with witnessing for me, which she has every reason to. She doesn't know me, what I'm doing, and it's not her fault she doesn't want to be sucked into the howling vortex of a stranger's shameful phenobarbital addiction. So "rock" doesn't want to help me. Not a problem, right? Wrong again! Because there is a ridiculous other factor to explore the nature of, hereafter "hard place".
"Hard place" is either a policy or a grudge, and seeing as how I've asked for you to repair it in the past because of the situation it puts me in regularly and without fail, it looks like it could be a grudge. In the event that this is the case, I would like to take the opportunity to apologize for whatever I did to deserve this. Now that what I predicted has actually occurred, perhaps the management will see fit to express the reasoning behind making my job difficult.
Between a rock and a hard place is not completely unendurable, just ninety-nine per cent. I'd rather get the suspicious "Hey! You look like a terrorist!" eye from nurses than not have a job to come in to, but since we're all adults, responsible people with no drug addictions to hide, honest, good people who just want to get their jobs done so that they can have time to teach the many others with whom we work that are incompetent, I don't think I ought to have to choose between them, and I cannot be convinced otherwise.
There may be a reason you think I can't witness my own discrepancies. Whatever that reason is, I'm asking to be told about it. If I have to put up with dealing with nurses who think I'm trying to get them stripped of their licenses and wouldn't micturate on me if I were on fire, I at least want some departmental wisdom to refer to in my dark hours of asking for help and not getting any.
Thank you,
Dale
"The situation I emailed you about, the one I foresaw, has come to pass, and I am now asking you, again, if you will fix it please.
I had a discrepancy on phenobarbital, which I don't have to be a pharm. d. to know has all the abuse potential of neurontin. The reason I had the discrepancy is that I am supposed to go check on the meds without removals as part of station checks. The machine says there are 20, I say there are 19. I know you're with me so far.
Now that I have a discrepancy, I need to find a nurse to help me get it off there. No problem, right? Wrong.
The nurse, hereafter "rock", had a problem with witnessing for me, which she has every reason to. She doesn't know me, what I'm doing, and it's not her fault she doesn't want to be sucked into the howling vortex of a stranger's shameful phenobarbital addiction. So "rock" doesn't want to help me. Not a problem, right? Wrong again! Because there is a ridiculous other factor to explore the nature of, hereafter "hard place".
"Hard place" is either a policy or a grudge, and seeing as how I've asked for you to repair it in the past because of the situation it puts me in regularly and without fail, it looks like it could be a grudge. In the event that this is the case, I would like to take the opportunity to apologize for whatever I did to deserve this. Now that what I predicted has actually occurred, perhaps the management will see fit to express the reasoning behind making my job difficult.
Between a rock and a hard place is not completely unendurable, just ninety-nine per cent. I'd rather get the suspicious "Hey! You look like a terrorist!" eye from nurses than not have a job to come in to, but since we're all adults, responsible people with no drug addictions to hide, honest, good people who just want to get their jobs done so that they can have time to teach the many others with whom we work that are incompetent, I don't think I ought to have to choose between them, and I cannot be convinced otherwise.
There may be a reason you think I can't witness my own discrepancies. Whatever that reason is, I'm asking to be told about it. If I have to put up with dealing with nurses who think I'm trying to get them stripped of their licenses and wouldn't micturate on me if I were on fire, I at least want some departmental wisdom to refer to in my dark hours of asking for help and not getting any.
Thank you,
Dale
print at work:
the three named marshall writes about kerry's potential foreign policy in the atlantic monthly.
the three named marshall writes about kerry's potential foreign policy in the atlantic monthly.
The lovely Joyce may have been profiled as a problem customer at Best Buy, which she now hates. They sold her a lemon of a laptop and treat her like crap now; maybe the CEO's comments will help explain why...
HoustonChronicle.com - The customer is always right? Not anymore
HoustonChronicle.com - The customer is always right? Not anymore
Monday
I passed the algebra test and now I just have to wait for the mechanical aptitude battery. That will be nice to get past, too.
Take an asian batch of bad news bears, add some special effects from the matrix and LOTR, and make it about soccer, and you get...
Shaolin Soccer]
/quicktime
Shaolin Soccer]
/quicktime
lame. klingon Google
Chinese Pressure Dissident Physician (washingtonpost.com)
But if it keeps the prices low at Wal-Mart, who cares, right?
But if it keeps the prices low at Wal-Mart, who cares, right?
Dress code at Bush rally sound normal?
This is the kind of thing that should be making people crazy with anger and I just don't understand how it isn't. I just don't understand at all.
This is the kind of thing that should be making people crazy with anger and I just don't understand how it isn't. I just don't understand at all.
print at work:
Hunter S. Thompson, George W. Bush and the Free Republic - Maureen Farrell at BuzzFlash.com
Hunter S. Thompson, George W. Bush and the Free Republic - Maureen Farrell at BuzzFlash.com
This is where lots of political cartoons can be found.
14 year old girls want fertility treatment in Scotland, cite "love" and the usual insanity.
This pop-culture overload comic strip strangely isn't that confusing at all. NSFW language.
more here and here.
more here and here.
Sunday
Saturday
MSNBC - New Halliburton waste alleged: "Former company auditor: "It's just a gravy train""
I need your help, please. I am trying to write a song to be sung to the tune of "Zoot suit riot". The song is about the song "zoot suit riot" being a great song. I have only one verse:
zoot suit riot is my favorite song
i sing and whistle it all day long
Please help me with this ridiculous crap.
zoot suit riot is my favorite song
i sing and whistle it all day long
Please help me with this ridiculous crap.
Not Safe For Work, something in this picture doesn't belong.
Waxy.org: Daily Log: Amazon.com Knee-Jerk Contrarian Game
"Here's a fun game... First, look up the most popular and critically-acclaimed books, movies, and music on Amazon. Click on "Customer Reviews," and sort them by "Lowest Rating First." Hilarity ensues! It's the Amazon.com Knee-Jerk Contrarian Game!"
You have got to see some of the things said about the things America congatulates itself for producing:
Kurt Vonnegut, "Slaughterhouse Five"
Casablanca
the one that made me mad: Beach Boys, "Pet Sounds"
Then there's "Bill Clinton - My Life", which go these:
'Bill Clinton is a disgrace to this country. He is a true liar and a cheat, He is trying to sell you 900 pages of pure **** and if you want to hear about his sexual "experiances" with monica then you are some kind of pervert.You people are influenced by bias media coverage. If you really want to know what's going on I recomend that you whatch FOX news and listin to Sean Hannity."
"Like a week-old diaper. This is just to counter all the five star reviews from liberals who couldn't read it if they wanted to, thanks to a school system populated with people more interested in indoctrination and Affirmative Action quotas, then in actaully teaching."
"Here's a fun game... First, look up the most popular and critically-acclaimed books, movies, and music on Amazon. Click on "Customer Reviews," and sort them by "Lowest Rating First." Hilarity ensues! It's the Amazon.com Knee-Jerk Contrarian Game!"
You have got to see some of the things said about the things America congatulates itself for producing:
Kurt Vonnegut, "Slaughterhouse Five"
Casablanca
the one that made me mad: Beach Boys, "Pet Sounds"
Then there's "Bill Clinton - My Life", which go these:
'Bill Clinton is a disgrace to this country. He is a true liar and a cheat, He is trying to sell you 900 pages of pure **** and if you want to hear about his sexual "experiances" with monica then you are some kind of pervert.You people are influenced by bias media coverage. If you really want to know what's going on I recomend that you whatch FOX news and listin to Sean Hannity."
"Like a week-old diaper. This is just to counter all the five star reviews from liberals who couldn't read it if they wanted to, thanks to a school system populated with people more interested in indoctrination and Affirmative Action quotas, then in actaully teaching."
Check out the guy writing this thing. I can't even read this, it's so bad. It's like Ann Coulter's stuff.
It's not a fight, just right - The Washington Times: Sports - July 02, 2004
It's not a fight, just right - The Washington Times: Sports - July 02, 2004
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