October 31st, 2007

#671: Frickin' Breitbart.com

Every time I load a page from that site, Netscape dies. Every time. If I can catch it before the page finishes loading and hit "stop" once the text appears, it won't. WTF.

The "evil" garlic bread I made the other day, as it turns out, makes wonderful toast. Slice 3/8" thick, toast it, butter...awesome.

Okay, now for some headlines.

These people are douchebags. "All whites are racist." Guess what? That...is...racism!

Something has to be done about this crap:
"A RACIST: A racist is one who is both privileged and socialized on the basis of race by a white supremacist (racist) system. 'The term applies to all white people (i.e., people of European descent) living in the United States, regardless of class, gender, religion, culture or sexuality. By this definition, people of color cannot be racists, because as peoples within the U.S. system, they do not have the power to back up their prejudices, hostilities, or acts of discrimination….'"
What country are these assholes living in? 'Cause that sure doesn't sound like the United States I grew up in.

The idea that racism only occurs in white people is just as pernicious as the idea that all black people carry knives or all hispanic people are illegal aliens. It's...welll....racism.

I suppose it's very convenient if you can be racist and then say, "Well, I'm not racist because it's impossible for a person of color, one of the oppressed, to be racist." But it's horseshit.

And speaking of which, OPEC says that the record-high price of crude oil is due to a shortfall in refining capacity.

These guys must've gone to the same schools that the Zimbabwe dudes did, who gave that woman money for her magic diesel rock.

Crude oil is what comes from the ground and goes into a refinery. As such, dwindling refinery capacity does not increase the cost of crude oil. Increased demand for crude (such as, oh, increasing refinery capacity) will drive the price up, particularly when supply is remaining about the same. (Note to OPEC: increasing your output by 500,000 barrels per day is going to lower the price. Increasing it more will lower the price more.)

But OPEC isn't interested in lower-cost oil; OPEC is interested in wringing every possible dollar out of every last barrell they sell--and there's nothing wrong with that, economically, since someone who is trying to sell a good will always try to maximize the sale price. But they should be honest about that rather than try to flim-flam us.

Walter Williams on poverty, again. But it's a good read if you've never heard his discussion of the issue.

Chicago-area Planned Parenthood guff again. This is stuff from lawsuits filed against PP here in Chicago. (Remember, these are the guys who lied on various government forms to hide the fact that an abortion clinic was being built in Aurora.) Man, if this stuff is true--and if it's not, it's perjury, since this stuff comes from court documents--then it shows something very, very interesting about PP, at least the Chicago branch. What that is, I leave up to you to decide.

Thomas Sowell discusses subprime loans, Atlanta's water crisis, and other government-sponsored problems.

Finally, the breibart.com article which crashed my browser (this time). "Man gets probation in pickle assault."

Yeah, it's pretty much as stupid as it sounds: guy eats pickles. Other guy says, "Stop eating my pickles." A fight ensues. *sigh*

Two things. First, another headline on that page: "UN renews call for ending US embargo on Cuba". The UN can kiss my hairy white German ass. I call for ending communist dictatorships! Fuck the UN!

The other thing: abbreviations can be funny.

I think there may be a lesson there for all of us.

#672: No Halloween anime this year, I guess.

At least, not on Halloween.

Last night I went to work for an hour in order to attend a team trainer meeting. That threw me off. I got home, had some food, and went back to bed, and slept until 5 AM. And I've been on the computer since then, since I like to check out my list of usual suspects around this time.

Umisho 13 is calling to me. That's not horror. (Except that it's the end of the series, which is sure to make me feel sad and hopeless, because it's a lot of fun.)

This will mark the first year in a long time that I didn't watch some horror anime in the dark on Halloween--so long that I don't even know how long it's been. But I guess that's not such a big deal.

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I've finally figured out how I'm going to make Singularity and Metheuselah available for download. I just have to get around to banging out the HTML and setting up the page. And there's at least one other story I could put up there, too, for the perusal of those who are interested--stuff that won't sell, for this or that reason, but that I don't want to lock up in some truck only to be found 600 years after my death, when some far-future English major will deconstruct the fuck out of it and say, "This proves that 'Ed Hering' was actually 'Delonsha Carter', a black lesbian from Chattanooga...."

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Just before I woke up, I had a dream that it had snowed four inches while I was asleep. I was in the kitchen with my Mom, lamenting the fact that it was Oct 31 and complaining about how it hadn't shown so much as a hint of snow before I'd gone to bed. (And, y'know, the temperatures were in the 50's, anyway.) And I looked out the kitchen window and saw that one of our neighbors had set up an elaborate Christmas display already.

Maybe I'm thinking about work too much.

I am rather surprised that Halloween stuff didn't go clearance yesterday. Just about everyone else in the retail universe has cut prices by 10-20%; but everything at our store is 100% MSRP. Hmm. Well, I don't really care, since it doesn't affect me all that much. But maybe I can get a deal on some stuff tonight or tomorrow....

But no fog machines. I've got two already.

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Monday night there was some asinine reality TV show on in the breakroom at work, and it was so stupid it was sucking intelligence out of my brain. It was one of those "pick who you'll marry" shows--maybe "The Bachelorette" (not even worth underlining, even tho it breaks the "bible" for this site)--and OMG was it stupid. Some bitch whose father is a professor was against her marrying the dumbass at the center of the show because he doesn't have an education and runs a bar, and he was whining about it. Man up, turdbrain; tell the girl's father that he's a dickless wonder or something and slug him in the gut.

I tell you, not only would that make that series' ratings soar, but it sure would make me feel better.

I often think that an awesome superpower to have would be the ability to teleport into and out of a TV program. It would actually be, of course, the ability to teleport through time and space; you'd simply decide you needed to slug the moron on the screen, and the "magic" would take care of getting you then-and-there to do it.

"Oh, but that's, that's really, like--[zeem]--WT[beep]?"

POW. "Grow a spine, you dick!" [zeem]

"Owww, WT[beep beep] just happened?"

It would be cool. And it wouldn't have to be me that was doing it; in fact I think it would be better just to see it start happening everywhere. People would make bets on where and when "the Slugger" would appear in their favorite--or not-so-favorite--shows. Some shows would profile his targets and purposely push the Slugger's buttons in the hopes that he'd appear and raise their ratings.

News people would have bodyguards on the set, but that wouldn't help them at all.

I'd make a tape loop of Alan Alda getting his block knocked off in an old episode of M*A*S*H*.

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BJ Hunnicutt. That was the guy's name, the guy who replaced "Trapper" John at the 4077th. Played by Mike Farrell.

In fact, the Slugger could nail him once or twice, too. And fucking Gary Burghoff, too--go for it, Slugger! Beat them up!

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There are several quotes from here which I love. These are Hong Kong movie quotes, bad translations all:

"I am damn unsatisfied to be killed in this way."

"You are too useless. And now I must beat you."

"Beware! Your bones are going to be disconnected."

"Who gave you the nerve to get killed here?"

"Quiet or I'll blow your throat up."

"Beat him out of recognizable shape!"

"How can you use my intestines as a gift?"

And the ultimate expression of love:

"Yah-hah, evil spider woman! I have captured you by the short rabbits and can now deliver you violently to your gynecologist for a thorough extermination."

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Doing the unthinkable--going to work on a Tuesday--has thoroughly messed me up. I can't decide if it's Wednesday or Thursday now. *sigh* But at least I wasn't the only one who came in specially for the meeting.

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Tuesday morning, as I left work, I thought, "Boy, I really want some donuts." And I thought of the Dunkin' Donuts down the street. And I thought, "If you do that, you'll get legendary heartburn."

But I went anyway. And yes, I got legendary heartburn from it. At least I knew what to expect.