May 30th, 2008

#1084: O Where, O Where is the ACLU?

Oh where, oh where could it be?

If it had been Christians teaching the Bible, the ACLU would have descended on that place like a flock of buzzards on a buffalo carcass. (Since the story took place in Texas I feel justified in using a cowboy-like simile.)

Here we have a case of children in a public school being taught a religion. The ACLU doesn't seem to mind, however, because the religion in question is Islam, not Christianity.

I thought "seperation of church and state" was oh-so-important that we couldn't even have kids say "one nation, under God" in the Pledge of Allegience in schools. Funny how the ACLU looks the other way when it's Islam.

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Thursday morning, while I was doing Receiving at work, I was listening to a compilation of anime songs, and one of them was the opening theme for Lucky Star. I couldn't resist doing the moves, and so if anyone ever happens to look at the security tapes for that date and time, they'll wonder why the hell that geek had a seizure and no one reported it. I guess I should have made a sign that said "I did not just have a seizure" and hold it up for the cameras....

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The recent "tell-all" book by former White House spokesman Scott McClellan was published by a company owned by Perseus Book Group, which in turn is owned by Perseus Funds Group, which is apparently George Soros' company.

So: a book publisher owned by George Soros publishes an anti-Bush book.

Scott McClellan is therefore a Sorostitute.

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A Colorodo sheriff is criticized by bike riders.

The bike riders in question are sanctimonious assholes, the kind of dickwads who think that because they're riding bicycles they can do whatever the freaking hell they want and don't have to obey the traffic laws like cars do.

Well, this sheriff at least is telling people that they do have to obey the law, and failing to obey the law means you can expect to have problems. Good for him!

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Fred writes about how tired he is with stories like the "$640 toilet seat". He nails it, both what is wrong with the story, and reporters who report stories like that. Awesome read.

I find that Fred is dead-on in most cases. He loses it when he starts opining on military matters and Republican administrations. Otherwise, he's okay and his commentary is incisive.

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Yesterday's Nealz Nuze is chock-full of conservative goodness, and it was worth reading.

Representative Edward Markey, a Democrat (big surprise) from the People's Republic of Massachusetts, wants to enact a program where the United States cuts its carbon emissions to 15% of 2005 levels by 2050.

I feel I cannot say this strongly enough:


...without utterly destroying our freaking economy, anyway.

"He says that his bill would generate $8 trillion by auctioning off emissions allowances to polluters." Sure it would. But that $8 trillion would have to come from somewhere, and it would end up driving prices up and supply down.

85% of 2005 levels might be possible, maybe, if we made a serious switch to nuclear power. And that means, by the way, reprocessing spent nuclear fuel and using breeder reactors, two things that the anti-nuclear fucktards don't want, ever.

I think we could seriously cut our carbon emissions if we got serious about using nuclear power; but that won't happen, because the same asshats who now demand that we cut our carbon emissions are the same ones who kept us from building new nuclear plants for the last thirty years.

And all of it's a freaking load of crap, anyway, because if the solar astronomers are even close to right, we're staring down the barrels of another Dalton minimum, which will completely eradicate all the global warming that's occurred since 1800! If they're right, by 2025 we're going to be seeing record cold temperatures, the like of which we haven't seen since the eighteenth century and which will make the "cold scare" of the late 1970s look like a birthday party.

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Here on Pennock's Fiero Forum I posted a reply about the stupid series Master Blasters. It's too good a rant not to duplicate here, de-bowldlerized since LJ doesn't censor bad words:
I saw the ads for "Master Blasters" and thought, "Cool!" Because I used to be heavily into model and high-power rocketry, and thought a show centered on building rockets ought to be fun.

Then I saw an episode of it.

"Cheesy" is putting it nicely. OMG. That show could put the entire state of Wisconsin out of business.

I'm watching it, and okay, so they're slugging up the "challenge" aspect a bit much, but maybe it's going to tone down a bit, and then out of nowhere a freaking marching band shows up, and I finally twig to the fact that this shit is NOT going to get better...

Couple that with an utter lack of actual engineering or building being shown, too many "talk to the camera" shots, and too little actual content.

The worst part is that I--as a guy who was heavily into amateur rockety--could see what they were doing wrong. Their projects had no robustness at all; too many "single point" failure modes were built into the things. This was the "launch a sports car through a goal" episode. (I suppose a Mini is technically a "sports car" since the company is owned by BMW now; I guess it's technically still a "car" even though its entire drivetrain was missing.)

But what the hell was the point of the challenge? NOBODY DOES THIS. Any damn fool can strap a couple of JATO-size solid rocket motors to something and send it hurtling through the sky; and if you have a big enough rocket motor it stops mattering what the projectile ends up being. People who are seriously involved in amateur rocketry, though, don't see if they can make a field goal with a car! They try to set altitude records, they send up instrument packages, they try all kinds of things which are intellectually stimulating and require skill and talent to accomplish.

Sadly, though, none of those things make for interesting TV, so you have a bunch of morons launching stripped-down cars off a steep ramp.

I saw a listing for another episode, though, where the two teams would have to build a rocket capable of reaching "2,000 feet". WTF? I've built a bunch of rockets that could reach 2,000 feet. They were all made of balsa wood and paper, too; it's not that damned hard. 20,000 feet, that is tricky. 2,000? No.

...I guess my post turned into a rant, too. Oh well. It had to be said; that program SUCKED.

And the juvenile wisecrack that I didn't add: "A better title for the show would have been Master Baiters."


#1085: OH YES!!! YES YES YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


A new season of Hidamari Sketch is in the offing, too. Also, a follow-on series to Someday's Dreamers, and a comedie which looks potentially entertaining: Nogizaka Haruka no Himitsu, which is about an ojou-sama who's secretly otaku. A new Ikkitousen series for those of us who like unremediated fan service, too.

Telepathy Shoujo Ran I will try, but the synopsis doesn't inspire a lot of confidence.

Antique Bakery is one I will AVOID LIKE THE PLAGUE. (Side note: I seriously think that the real reason they call it yaoi is because, well--ever had an anal exam? And that's just a finger. The guys in series like this are butt pirates. Do the math.)

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While we're on the subject, just who the hell does Nancy Pelosi think she is? Lord God King Emperor of the Democrat Party? She's the Speaker of the House, not Dictator-For-Life (thank GOD) yet she's threatening oil companies with nationalization/socialization and telling the Democrat party that they'd better straighten up the primary mess before June. (Which, by the way, is a bit more than 36 hours away from right now.)


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Reportedly, Susan Sarandon plans to leave the US for Italy (or Canada) if John McCain wins in November. Finally I have a reason to vote for John McCain! (Instead of against the Demokrat.)

O how I wish I could believe her. So many commie-lib-celebutards have made the same threat--as if it would even make a difference. Note that these people aren't saying they'll emigrate; just that they'll move and live as expatriates.

But almost every time it's made, it turns out to be an empty threat. None of the morons actually make good on the promise threat.

Johnny Depp--he is the one exception. He lives in France. Of course, it helps that he speaks French. (Does Susan Sarandon speak Italian?) Johnny Depp is a good actor but is otherwise intellectually vapid, and as far as I'm concerned the French can have him...but I do make note of the fact that living in France has not had any deleterious effect on his career whatsoever. All those pirate movies? His official residence is in France, and was while he made them. Geography isn't an impediment when you're a multi-millionaire Hollywood liberal who can afford to charter a Gulfstream V at will (or own one).

Italy (or Canada) can have Susan Sarandon, too. But I bet they'd be screaming for a recount after six months: "What the hell, are you guys sure you elected John McCain? Can't you check? We don't want this bitch!"

...and while I'm on the subject, she's bent out of shape over John McCain? There are few prominent Republicans who are as liberal as he is, and most of those are from the east coast. John McCain is essentially "Demokrat Light", for Christ's sake.

So, Ms. Sarandon, let me join the chorus: "Don't let the door hit you where the Good Lord split you." Leave now before the stormtroopers arrive! Flee in terror! All your base are belong to us!

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THIS is a real hot rod. Not that sissified wuss stuff you see getting the Ridler Award every year. Screw that crap; gimmee a rat rod, damn it: a car that goes like hell, handles like a dream, and looks like ass, but is mechanically perfect and structurally sound. That is a hot rod: a car that's built to be driven, and driven hard--not cleaned, shined, looked at...and then loaded onto a trailer clean enough to double as an operating room and hauled to another show.

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I've got tonight off, and three hours of SF goodness to watch. Hoody hoo etc. Of course, there's a 70% chance of precipitation and the area's been hit with several thunderstorms today, so God alone knows how much of it I'll actually get to see....

#1086: Funniest Dr. Who joke ever

That scene where the Doctor is wearing a gas mask, and the general in charge of UNIT just finished showing him how to operate the rifle!

General: "You understand?"
Doctor: "Are you my mummy?"
General: "Are you quite finished?"

It was, of course, hearkening back to the first season episode where Christopher Eccleston was the Doctor and he and Rose were in London, and that little boy had been healed--incorrectly--by the nanobots from that medical thingamajig that Captain Jack was after, so that the gas mask was a permanent part of his face, and wandered around asking everyone, "Are you my mummy?" And the nanobots infected other people and "healed" them--so their faces were morphed into gas masks and they too wandered around asking, "Are you my mummy?"

So the Doctor, wearing a gas mask, asking that question, made me laugh so hard I missed the entirety of the general's motivational speech. I have never laughed so hard at an episode of Doctor Who, ever, not even any of the Tom Baker episodes. That was great.

I nearly busted every gut God gave me laughing at that. OMG. And I still have a headache from laughing at it.

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Several years ago--not less than nine, I think--I got ahold of the first two episodes of the Starship Troopers anime. I think it was the first two episodes. I have only watched it once, because I never had the entire series. But someone's fansubbing it, and aight now I've got eps 1-4, out of a total of six, and the other two should be fansubbed, eventually.

A friend of mine and I watched it (nine years ago) and concluded that the anime version was a better treatment than Paul Verhoeven's was, even though the parts we saw didn't get as far as any actual combat or anything.

This time I'm waiting until I've got the whole thing before I watch it again.

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I was kind of in a mood for a good laugh, anyway, though. While showering I kept thinking of things that only I would find funny, because the thing that made them funny were how they linked to other things in my brain. (And I came up with a new excuse for my lame jokes: "It's only a lame joke because you're not telepathic!")

In the Strong Bad e-mail Do Over, Strong Bad sings a song:
Don'tcha know I got a big ol' red head baby,
And a fat little body,
And I never change my clothes,
(falsetto)No I never change my clothes.
Homestar Runner--dressed as the Cheat--says, "Uh, Strong Bad? I think I'm falling for you."

You see, that's funny.

Then I sang,
Don'tcha know I work at Target,
And live with my mother,
And watch Japanese cartoons,
(falsetto)And watch Japanese cartoons.
And then, imitating Homestar's voice, said, "Uh, Ed? I think I'm falling for you."

And I laughed. Well, what do you expect? Showering alone is boring.