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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 BCSOrrin 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 |
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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 |
| | 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 |
| | 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 violenceIt 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 |
| | 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 |
| | 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
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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?
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--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
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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
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-- Bob Dylan | Current Mood: blah |
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