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    Tuesday, July 14th, 2009
    8:18 pm
    Honey, I've Changed This Time!! I Swear!!
    For those who've gotten tricked into believing that the Republicans finally got religion on small government:

    Hatch’s hearing is more BS than BCS

    Orrin Hatch took time away from complaining about Democrat government overreach to complain about the fact the federal government isn't deciding how college football should be played.

    They don't care about big government; they're just upset they're not the ones in charge of it. And if they get back in power in 2010, government is just going to continue to get bigger.

    Current Mood: annoyed
    Sunday, July 12th, 2009
    2:07 pm
    Auto-Tune the News #6
    For those not familiar with the series, Auto-Tune the News is a parody of R&B music by The Gregory Brothers that creates music videos by running TV news clips through an auto-tune filter. The weird part is they're actually getting good enough at it that the resulting songs are bizarrely catchy.

    Witness:


    Current Mood: amused
    Saturday, July 11th, 2009
    7:11 pm
    Public Service Announcement
    The Sons of Maxwell would just like to remind everyone that United Breaks Guitars:


    Hat tip to The Agitator

    Current Mood: amused
    4:10 pm
    Poetry Corner
    Fascinating poem by comedian Demetri Martin:

    Dammit I’m Mad

    Dammit I’m mad.
    Evil is a deed as I live.
    God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
    To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
    Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
    Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
    I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
    Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
    In my halo of a mired rum tin.
    I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
    Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
    No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
    Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
    Be still if I fill its ebb.
    Ew, a spider… eh?
    We sleep. Oh no!
    Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
    Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
    Both, one… my names are in it.
    Murder? I’m a fool.
    A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
    A Goddam level I lived at.
    On mail let it in. I’m it.
    Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
    A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
    Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
    “Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
    Evil is a deed as I live.
    Dammit I’m mad.

    ---Demetri Martin

    Why so fascinating? Try reading it backwards.

    Current Mood: amused
    Friday, July 3rd, 2009
    9:01 pm
    I Would Like to Welcome Our New Robotic Overlord
    Just in time for Independence Day, Disney has finished updating The Hall of Presidents with an audio-animatronic version of President Obama. A Robama, if you will:


    Unfortunately, the result seems to have fallen deep into Uncanny Valley. I imagine the reason is that it's hard to do a robotic version of someone who likes to talk with their hands the way the current president does.

    Hat Tip to Engadget

    Current Mood: amused
    Thursday, July 2nd, 2009
    9:11 pm
    New Rule
    Organizations receiving seven figure government grants are no longer allowed to refer to themselves as "punk":

    Punk Institution Receives City Money for New Building

    Hat tip to The Agitator

    Current Mood: amused
    Sunday, June 28th, 2009
    2:11 pm
    Don't Believe the Lies...
    Just wanted to mention something going on in the news, because I'm very disturbed by the degree to which it is being misrepresented by the news media.

    Currently, Honduras limits it's presidents to a single term. The current president, Manuel Zelaya, apparently unable to deal with the fact his administration will only last for a finite period of time, announced he was going to hold a referendum to allow him a second term. The problem is, there is no legal procedure for holding such a referendum. The Supereme Court of Honduras naturally declared such a referrendum would be illegal, and the Honduran congress passed a law to prevent the referendum from going forward.

    The president decided that his political party was going to hold their own fake referrendum and pass it off as a real one. This included making armed attacks on the facilities where the country's election equipment is stored and stealing it. So the army went in an arrested Manuel Zelaya and his supporters.

    Now it would seem pretty clear that the army is acting to prevent an attempt by Manuel Zelaya to overthrow the rightful government of Honduras. But for some reason the news is all describing it completely backward: as an attempt by the army to overthrow the government.

    Even worse, our President has apparently decided to take Manuel Zelaya's side in the matter.

    Current Mood: worried
    Friday, June 26th, 2009
    11:56 am
    Sadly We Do Have to Change...
    Michael Jackson in a long forgotten 1974:


    Current Mood: thoughtful
    Saturday, June 13th, 2009
    1:33 pm
    Poetry Corner
    The Moving Finger Writes; and, Having Writ

    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
    Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it

    -- Omar Khayyam


    Current Mood: thoughtful
    Monday, June 8th, 2009
    6:27 pm
    A Question for the Pro-Torture Right
    Various people on the right (Dick Cheney, Sean Hannity, Jonah Goldberg, etc.) are constantly tell us that the President has a duty to use broad powers of detention and interrogation to protect the people of the United States from terrorist attacks.

    Now as most people know, abortion doctor George Tiller was gunned down in an attack intended to intimidate those who provide abortion services from continuing to do so. By any reasonable definition of the term, this was a terrorist attack.

    We receive word today that the suspected gunman has informed FBI agents that similar attacks are in the process of being planned around the country right now:

    Suspect in abortion doctor death warns of violence

    It would appear we have the classic ticking timebomb scenario those on the pro-torture right love to bring up so much.

    So the question is, why aren't you demanding that President Obama immediately order the indefinite detention of persons associated with pro-life activists for the purpose of subjecting them to "enhanced interrogation"?

    Current Mood: cynical
    Sunday, May 31st, 2009
    11:49 pm
    Poetry Corner
    Funeral Song (from Cymberline, Act IV, Scene 2)

    Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
    Nor the furious winter's rages;
    Thou thy worldly task hast done,
    Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
    Golden lads and girls all must,
    As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

    Fear no more the frown o' the great;
    Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
    Care no more to clothe and eat;
    To thee the reed is as the oak:
    The sceptre, learning, physic, must
    All follow this, and come to dust.

    Fear no more the lightning flash,
    Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
    Fear not slander, censure rash;
    Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
    All lovers young, all lovers must
    Consign to thee, and come to dust.

    -- William Shakespeare


    Current Mood: thoughtful
    Saturday, May 23rd, 2009
    12:31 am
    Okay, That's Creepy...
    PSA for the AmeriCorp's City Year Youth Service Corp:



    Current Mood: cynical
    Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
    12:48 am
    Poetry Corner
    One Art

    The art of losing isn't hard to master;
    so many things seem filled with the intent
    to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

    Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
    of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.

    Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
    places, and names, and where it was you meant
    to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

    I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
    next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.

    I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
    some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
    I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

    ---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
    I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
    the art of losing's not too hard to master
    though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

    -- Elizabeth Bishop


    Current Mood: thoughtful
    Thursday, May 7th, 2009
    6:57 pm
    Pet Peeve
    Things that annoy me far more than they should:

    People who still write checks at the grocery store.

    Current Mood: irritated
    Monday, April 27th, 2009
    7:33 pm
    Weird Things I Think About...
    Are vegans allowed to eat Venus flytraps?

    Current Mood: curious
    Sunday, April 19th, 2009
    9:10 pm
    Poetry Corner
    From an unexpected source, one half of the writer/director team the Cohen Brothers:

    The Drunken Driver Has the Right Of Way

    The loudest have the final say,
    The wanton win, the rash hold sway,
    The realist's rules of order say
    The drunken driver has the right of way.

    The Kubla Khan can butt in line;
    The biggest brute can take what's mine;
    When heavyweights break wind, that's fine;
    No matter what a judge might say,
    The drunken driver has the right of way.

    The guiltiest feel free of guilt;
    Who care not, bloom; who worry, wilt;
    Plans better laid are rarely built
    For forethought seldom wins the day;
    The drunken driver has the right of way.

    The most attentive and unfailing
    Carefulness is unavailing
    Wheresoever fools are flailing;
    Wisdom there is held at bay;,
    The drunken driver has the right of way.

    De jure is de facto's slave;
    The most foolhardy beat the brave;
    Brass routs restraint; low lies high's grave;
    When conscience leads you, it's astray;
    The drunken driver has the right of way.

    It's only the naivest who'll
    Deny this, that the reckless rule;
    When facing an oncoming fool
    The practiced and sagacious say
    Watch out — one side — look sharp — gang way.

    However much you plan and pray,
    Alas, alack, tant pis, oy vey,
    Now — heretofore — til Judgment Day,
    The drunken driver has the right of way.

    --Ethan Coen


    Current Mood: blah
    Saturday, April 18th, 2009
    7:37 pm
    Why I Don't Post More Often
    Who comments the most on this journal? )

    So in summary my top five is:
    1. Me talking to myself (which is more than the rest of the top five combined)
    2. Someone who hasn't had an LJ in like five years
    3. People who don't want anyone else to know they've been talking to me
    4 & 5. Two complete strangers

    Current Mood: depressed
    Tuesday, April 14th, 2009
    1:24 am
    Best Guild Name Ever

    So far there are two ranks: Asshole, for the regular members, and Major Asshole, for the officers.

    Current Mood: amused
    Sunday, March 29th, 2009
    5:58 pm
    Sunday Song
    It's All Been Done

    I met you before the fall of Rome
    And I begged you to let me take you home
    You were wrong, I was right
    You said goodbye, I said goodnight

    REFRAIN:
    It's all been done (woo-hoo-hoo)
    It's all been done (woo-hoo-hoo)
    It's all been done before

    I knew you before the west was won
    And I heard you say the past was much more fun
    You go your way, I go mine
    But I'll see you next time

    REFRAIN

    BRIDGE:
    And if I put my fingers here
    And if I say, "I love you, dear"
    And if I play the same three chords,
    Will you just yawn and say...

    REFRAIN

    Alone and bored on a thirtieth-century night
    Will I see you on The Price Is Right?
    Will I cry? Will I smile?
    As you run down the aisle?

    REFRAIN

    --Barenaked Ladies


    Current Mood: thoughtful
    Sunday, March 8th, 2009
    3:22 am
    Sunday Song
    You Ain't Going Nowhere

    Clouds so swift, rain won't lift
    Gate won't close, railings froze
    Get your mind off wintertime
    You ain't goin' nowhere

    REFRAIN:
    Whoo-ee! Ride me high
    Tomorrow's the day
    My bride's gonna come
    Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
    Down in the easy chair!

    I don't care how many letters they sent
    Morning came and morning went
    Pick up your money and pack up your tent
    You ain't goin' nowhere

    REFRAIN

    Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
    Tailgates and substitutes
    Strap yourself to the tree with roots
    You ain't goin' nowhere

    REFRAIN

    Genghis Khan, he could not keep
    All his kings supplied with sleep
    We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
    When we get up to it

    REFRAIN

    -- Bob Dylan


    Current Mood: blah
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