Somebody should assassinate Pat Robertson. It's called karma, bitch. That fucking asshole was talking about the hurricane and said that "Judge [John] Roberts should be happy that a little tragedy has brought him some good." You're fucking kidding me, right? John Roberts should be happy that thousands of people died, which just happened to take attention away from the debate on if he should be a Supreme Court Justice? Fuck off, Robertson.
And you, too, Barbara Bush. Yeah, that's right. I'm telling a former first lady to fuck off. I was reading the NYTimes yesterday and, while at the Astrodome/Refugee Center, she said "And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this — this is working very well for them." What the fuck is going on? I'm alright with freedom of fucking speech, but have some fucking tact to go the fuck with it. Fucking republican, conservation, religious slime. I'm sure Homeland Security or Secret Service is looking this over because I decided to mention the old hag, but that's just too fucking far. Not everyone gets to live off of oil money in a nice house and is a "priority" to be evacuated if disaster ever comes their way. Fucking scum. Someone needs to make them "underprivileged" for a while so they can understand a little better. And, Goddamn it, yesterday, when I first read that old bitch's comment, I was in class with another annoying bitch. I was visibly pissed and the annoying bitch asked me what was wrong. I said "Fucking Barbara Bush," and the annoying bitch just kind of laughed and said, "Oh, that. Heh." You have no clue how close I was to just striking her across the face right then. Fucking republicans, sticking together like mindless drones. Fucking republicans.
There's one thing that I should mention. I've been watching the British show "The Office" over the last few days, and the theme song got stuck in my head. I decided to look it up and it turns out that the song was most famously done by Rod Stewart and the Faces. Now, this came as a complete surprise to me, so I researched it a little more. It turns out that it was on the record simply called "The Rod Stewart Album," which surprised me yet again because I actually have that LP. What surprised me the most: the song is pretty damn good. My LP version is a bit heavy on the instruments and the vocals get lost every now and then, but it's still good. The digital version was remixed, it seems, because it's pretty balanced.
Fucking republicans.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
Thank you, Trisha, for sending your people back in time 1000 years
So, I really like the website digg. It's a great resource for all things tech and geek. I haven't actually registered yet to "digg" stories, but I hit the site at least three times a day to see what's new.
So, just a few minutes ago, I went there and the first article has the horrible title of "North Korea doesn't love Google long time." It seems that Google Earth, the wonderful little spy-type program that Google has put out with detailed satellite pictures of the entire planet, shows where all the bases and official residences are in South Korea. Since Google Earth is available to anyone, the South Korean government is freaking out because now North Korea has access to these maps. Okay, look, let's straighten something out. North Korea already had this information. North Korea not knowing where military bases and special spots are in South Korea is like Canada not knowing where the White House is. Second, sure, North Korea knows where South Korea's shit is, but it works both ways. Now, South Korea can know where North Korean stuff is, which seems like that would be more important in the long run. But, if logic follows, South Korea knows where North Korea's shit was already, since that's like a U.S. citizen not knowing where Toronto is. Wait, dude, shit, where is Toronto?
Anyway, enough of the subversive civics lesson.
Over the last 24 hours, I've become addicted to this game, Patience. It's a difficult but amazingly addictive game that I have lost several hours to, "Just one more game, then I'll stop." The only reason I stopped last night was because my eyes were burning too much and I needed to sleep.
Ah, Labor Day. So nice, so slow. Too bad it's almost over.
The SotP from last time was Smokey Robinson and the Miracles' Tears of a Clown. Stevie Wonder came up with the music, and if anyone has heard anything off of Songs to the Key of Life, it shows. The song is essentially the same song as the Miracles' Tracks of My Tears, about a guy who lost his love but is constantly around her, trying to put off a happy vibe.
Song of the Post: "She came down from Cincinnati; / it took her three days on a train. / Lookin' for some peace and quiet, / hopes to see the sun again."
So, just a few minutes ago, I went there and the first article has the horrible title of "North Korea doesn't love Google long time." It seems that Google Earth, the wonderful little spy-type program that Google has put out with detailed satellite pictures of the entire planet, shows where all the bases and official residences are in South Korea. Since Google Earth is available to anyone, the South Korean government is freaking out because now North Korea has access to these maps. Okay, look, let's straighten something out. North Korea already had this information. North Korea not knowing where military bases and special spots are in South Korea is like Canada not knowing where the White House is. Second, sure, North Korea knows where South Korea's shit is, but it works both ways. Now, South Korea can know where North Korean stuff is, which seems like that would be more important in the long run. But, if logic follows, South Korea knows where North Korea's shit was already, since that's like a U.S. citizen not knowing where Toronto is. Wait, dude, shit, where is Toronto?
Anyway, enough of the subversive civics lesson.
Over the last 24 hours, I've become addicted to this game, Patience. It's a difficult but amazingly addictive game that I have lost several hours to, "Just one more game, then I'll stop." The only reason I stopped last night was because my eyes were burning too much and I needed to sleep.
Ah, Labor Day. So nice, so slow. Too bad it's almost over.
The SotP from last time was Smokey Robinson and the Miracles' Tears of a Clown. Stevie Wonder came up with the music, and if anyone has heard anything off of Songs to the Key of Life, it shows. The song is essentially the same song as the Miracles' Tracks of My Tears, about a guy who lost his love but is constantly around her, trying to put off a happy vibe.
Song of the Post: "She came down from Cincinnati; / it took her three days on a train. / Lookin' for some peace and quiet, / hopes to see the sun again."
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Birthday, Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, Boxing Day, and any other holiday all wrapped up in one
Man, I think I'm in love. Yeah, this is ultra-geeky, super-dorky, and quite-a-bit-nerdy, but, man, this is just awesome. Somebody has created the modern-day equivalent to a padd from Star Trek with the Oqo. This micro-computer runs Windows XP and most applications. It's essentially a laptop that is about the size of a quarter of a piece of paper, and just under an inch thick; we're talking roughly Ipod size here. It has a 1 gigahertz processor, 256 megs of RAM, a 20 gig hard drive, built-in microphone, a thumb keyboard, and on and on. It costs just shy of two grand, which, considering how frickin' awesome this thing is, is a hell of a deal. It won't play hardcore games, but that's not really the idea. This is essentially the mother of all PDAs. It has wireless and Bluetooth support, and a video on the site shows some actual occupation related applications, like doctors filing charts and diagnosing patients with it at bedside. Yes, I'd use it to watch videos, but I'm sure I'd use if for other things, as well. The site also says that the hard drive heads will automatically stop and protect themselves if the device registers that it is freefalling. The battery is only ranked for 3 hours of life, but if it's smart and they do what Creative did with their Zen Micro, by plugging it into the wall, it should charge the battery and work at the same time. Man, this is just friggin' awesome.
Also, I found (well, someone on digg.com found ) this opinion article/blog entry about whether bootlegging and pirating really costs the recording and movie industries anything. The man has some good points about whether or not people would actually have gone out and bought the CD in the first place if downloading hadn't been an option. It also gave him some "street-cred" when he pointed out that he had written several books that were currently on the net. It's a pretty smart article that makes some good points.
God, I hate work.
And new people.
And airhead blondes.
With really nice legs.
But who curse like a sailor while watching a college football game at work.
Yeah, there's a story that'll be told later tonight, I'm sure.
Ah, Song of the Post time. Last time's SotP was Jimmy Buffett's cold-weather-drive-me-insane song Boat Drinks. Buffett has to deal with always being thought of as "The Margaritaville Guy," which was made fun of in Broken Lizard's Club Dread as Bill Paxton's character claimed that a "Son of a son of a bitch" stole his hit song, "Pina Colata Town," or some nonsense like that. Anyway, Boat Drinks is the story of a man stuck in a place he desperately wants to leave and goes a little crazy while there. It's a fun song that adds to Buffett's light-hearted image, and it's a song that I think is far better than Margaritaville.
Song of the Post: "Now if I appear to be carefree, / It's only to camouflage my sadness, / And honey to shield my pride I try / To cover this hurt with a show of gladness. / But don't let my show convince you / That I've been happy since you / Decided to go."
Also, I found (well, someone on digg.com found ) this opinion article/blog entry about whether bootlegging and pirating really costs the recording and movie industries anything. The man has some good points about whether or not people would actually have gone out and bought the CD in the first place if downloading hadn't been an option. It also gave him some "street-cred" when he pointed out that he had written several books that were currently on the net. It's a pretty smart article that makes some good points.
God, I hate work.
And new people.
And airhead blondes.
With really nice legs.
But who curse like a sailor while watching a college football game at work.
Yeah, there's a story that'll be told later tonight, I'm sure.
Ah, Song of the Post time. Last time's SotP was Jimmy Buffett's cold-weather-drive-me-insane song Boat Drinks. Buffett has to deal with always being thought of as "The Margaritaville Guy," which was made fun of in Broken Lizard's Club Dread as Bill Paxton's character claimed that a "Son of a son of a bitch" stole his hit song, "Pina Colata Town," or some nonsense like that. Anyway, Boat Drinks is the story of a man stuck in a place he desperately wants to leave and goes a little crazy while there. It's a fun song that adds to Buffett's light-hearted image, and it's a song that I think is far better than Margaritaville.
Song of the Post: "Now if I appear to be carefree, / It's only to camouflage my sadness, / And honey to shield my pride I try / To cover this hurt with a show of gladness. / But don't let my show convince you / That I've been happy since you / Decided to go."
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