The Main Stream Media says it isn't.
Is Doomsday Coming? Perhaps, but Not in 2012
Apparently, the New York Times isn't impressed that the current 5,125 year cycle of 13 bak'tuns will end on December 20, 2012. (Did the Mayans have to make the world end right before Christmas? Why did they hate Jesus?)
"If you want to worry, most scientists say, you should think about global climate change (I think this blog has successfully debunked that myth - Ed.), rogue asteroids (NOW we're talking! :-) - Ed.), or nuclear war (tried it - didn't work - Ed.)."
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Why didn't I think of that?
Taiwanese online hunk lures 20 women into bed
With his dad, who turns out to be him
A Taiwanese man has been cuffed for allegedly posing online as a "youthful male model" and persuading up to 20 females to have sex with his father, the China Daily reports.
Hsu Shian-ming's internet pitch got a lively response from women "interested in romantic liaisons". The 55-year-old scammer convinced his victims that his old man was suffering from prostate cancer - a condition which meant he needed constant sex to stay alive.
The angels of mercy obliged, administering life-saving treatment to dad in various Taipei hotels. Pop's cancer was evidently serious, because the women were "persuaded into unconventional sex acts varying from putting foreign objects in their private parts, anal sex, or threesomes", the China Daily indelicately puts it.
The wheels came off the audacious ruse after one of the women failed in her attempts to meet the son.
She called in private investigators who revealed that father and son were one and the same person. Police arrested Hsu on Saturday, and a subsequent search of his house revealed "dozens" of photos of the handsome young man used as bait.
They also found "hundreds of female pictures each with detailed descriptions on the back". During his medical treatment, Hsu had photographed his victims nude, then used the snaps to "threaten them into doing future sex favours".
Hsu allegedly also relieved his targets of cash and goods to the value of 200m Taiwan New Dollars (£3,725,000).
The worst hit was "a cougar surnamed Yu", who handed over gifts including seven iPhones, a £1,862 monthly allowance, diamond and pearl necklaces, a Porsche, and a "limited-edition watch valued at a staggering £145,000".
Hsu, described by police as a "divorced bald man" and "physically unattractive", faces five years in jail on each of multiple fraud raps. ®
With his dad, who turns out to be him
A Taiwanese man has been cuffed for allegedly posing online as a "youthful male model" and persuading up to 20 females to have sex with his father, the China Daily reports.
Hsu Shian-ming's internet pitch got a lively response from women "interested in romantic liaisons". The 55-year-old scammer convinced his victims that his old man was suffering from prostate cancer - a condition which meant he needed constant sex to stay alive.
The angels of mercy obliged, administering life-saving treatment to dad in various Taipei hotels. Pop's cancer was evidently serious, because the women were "persuaded into unconventional sex acts varying from putting foreign objects in their private parts, anal sex, or threesomes", the China Daily indelicately puts it.
The wheels came off the audacious ruse after one of the women failed in her attempts to meet the son.
She called in private investigators who revealed that father and son were one and the same person. Police arrested Hsu on Saturday, and a subsequent search of his house revealed "dozens" of photos of the handsome young man used as bait.
They also found "hundreds of female pictures each with detailed descriptions on the back". During his medical treatment, Hsu had photographed his victims nude, then used the snaps to "threaten them into doing future sex favours".
Hsu allegedly also relieved his targets of cash and goods to the value of 200m Taiwan New Dollars (£3,725,000).
The worst hit was "a cougar surnamed Yu", who handed over gifts including seven iPhones, a £1,862 monthly allowance, diamond and pearl necklaces, a Porsche, and a "limited-edition watch valued at a staggering £145,000".
Hsu, described by police as a "divorced bald man" and "physically unattractive", faces five years in jail on each of multiple fraud raps. ®
Monday, November 16, 2009
Who is K-Mad going to kick around now?
Lou Dobbs is outta here.
100% of Lou Dobbs 35 viewers are sad.
~
100% of Lou Dobbs 35 viewers are sad.
~
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Oh! For a smooth, creamy cupcake!
Monday! Syracuse 75, Albany 43
Today! Syracuse 100, Robert Morris 60
Today! Syracuse 100, Robert Morris 60
Should they be medicated?
The delicate science of ensuring that Wal-Mart shoppers don't kill you, or each other
A year after an unruly crowd trampled a worker to death at a Wal-Mart store, the nation’s retailers are preparing for another Black Friday, the blockbuster shopping day after Thanksgiving. Along with offering $300 laptops and $99 navigation devices, stores are planning new safety measures to make sure the festive day does not take another deadly turn...
Let's see, how can we destroy Thanksgiving for our employees?
The most significant change at Wal-Mart is that the majority of its discount stores (as opposed to its Supercenters) will open Thanksgiving morning at 6 a.m. and stay open through Friday evening. Last year, those stores closed Thanksgiving evening and reopened early Friday morning. By keeping the stores open for 24 hours, Wal-Mart is hoping for a steady flow of shoppers instead of mammoth crowds swelling outside its stores in the wee hours of Friday.
Let's see, how can we take away my family's favorite holiday tradition?
In another new twist this year, shoppers at Wal-Mart will not have to sprint toward a pile of flat-screen televisions and scuffle with one another to get one. (But this is what Christ was ABOUT! ~ Ed.) Rather, customers will be able to enter the store at any time and line up at merchandise displays for the must-have items on their lists. When the products go on sale Friday at 5 a.m., workers will supervise the lines, giving shoppers the merchandise in the order in which they joined the line — until the goods are out of stock (zzzzzzzzz... Ed.).
A year after an unruly crowd trampled a worker to death at a Wal-Mart store, the nation’s retailers are preparing for another Black Friday, the blockbuster shopping day after Thanksgiving. Along with offering $300 laptops and $99 navigation devices, stores are planning new safety measures to make sure the festive day does not take another deadly turn...
Let's see, how can we destroy Thanksgiving for our employees?
The most significant change at Wal-Mart is that the majority of its discount stores (as opposed to its Supercenters) will open Thanksgiving morning at 6 a.m. and stay open through Friday evening. Last year, those stores closed Thanksgiving evening and reopened early Friday morning. By keeping the stores open for 24 hours, Wal-Mart is hoping for a steady flow of shoppers instead of mammoth crowds swelling outside its stores in the wee hours of Friday.
Let's see, how can we take away my family's favorite holiday tradition?
In another new twist this year, shoppers at Wal-Mart will not have to sprint toward a pile of flat-screen televisions and scuffle with one another to get one. (But this is what Christ was ABOUT! ~ Ed.) Rather, customers will be able to enter the store at any time and line up at merchandise displays for the must-have items on their lists. When the products go on sale Friday at 5 a.m., workers will supervise the lines, giving shoppers the merchandise in the order in which they joined the line — until the goods are out of stock (zzzzzzzzz... Ed.).
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Just in time for the holidays - Kosher, vegetarian bacon flavor
From the good people who brought you Baconnaise...
"Bacon Salt is a zero calorie, zero fat, vegetarian and Kosher seasoning that makes everything taste like bacon."
"Bacon Salt is a zero calorie, zero fat, vegetarian and Kosher seasoning that makes everything taste like bacon."
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Smiff is onto something?
Well, either he or Dick "Dick" (Dick) Dick...
Feeling grumpy 'is good for you'
Though the bright sunny days of San Diego seem to negate that somewhat...
Feeling grumpy 'is good for you'
Though the bright sunny days of San Diego seem to negate that somewhat...
Snow Leopard vs Windows 7
So Fung just bought himself a new laptop with Windows 7 on it. He was also FORCED to buy baby sis a new computer with Snow Leopard on it (or at least I think it's on there, we did buy refurbished). So Fung thinks to himself - hey, I can look at both, and praise or trash them using his blog! I guess I'll have to pry the computer from my sisters hands at some point - maybe we'll swap just for the grins. I will say so far on the Windows 7 side that the taskbar at the bottom looks eerily similar to the dock that OS X has had since, what, the beginning of time? Sigh. I sees myself having lotsa fun with dis one...
Good News Everyone
Fung will be able to blab on, even in da deepest tunnels of da CTA. In exchange, CTA gets some money for the slush fund.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
This is probably nothing to worry about (cont'd)
Fewer Americans See Solid Evidence of Global Warming
There has been a sharp decline over the past year in the percentage of Americans who say there is solid evidence that global temperatures are rising. And fewer also see global warming as a very serious problem – 35% say that today, down from 44% in April 2008.
There has been a sharp decline over the past year in the percentage of Americans who say there is solid evidence that global temperatures are rising. And fewer also see global warming as a very serious problem – 35% say that today, down from 44% in April 2008.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Even Vista isn't this bad. Sure, it crashes, burps, slows down, is unintuitive, and is just darn right nasty. But it doesn't just lose all your data just because you installed an update!
Let's see how Windows 7 will top this screw up...
Monday, October 12, 2009
The Smiff Reign of TERROR!!!!
Smiff - a reign of Terror unseen since French Times...
What sticks in the craw.
What makes the rain sad.
What makes ice cream taste like salt.
A pretty girl walks down the street in a yellow dress and you don't even notice.
Defeat.
Defeat, an old unwelcome friend with the chilly embrace and the long thin fingers that unwind across your back. October.
The Wellness Center All-Star League.
Smiff is champion again. Say it with me. Say it one time, say it twice. Say it three times, say it four. Smiff is champion again.
Evil triumphs. The hero is thrown from the horse. The villain has the jewels.
Was it a collapse? Undoubtedly. But to claim it was just a collapse would be to deny the evil genius of a man who never made a waiver claim gone wrong. Who combs the free agent pool leaving gold trails along the discarded names as he plucks the nugget from the rough and washes it to a shine in the MI position. Or in the C2 position.
Holds.
In the long days of summer it seemed the leaves would live forever, so strong they held the sunlight in a gleam and the moonlight in mystery. Joe Mauer would double and the crowd would be disappointed. Lincecum would allow a run to gasps from the crowd. Even Cole Hamels only sucked a little.
And the Lord Viper Scorpians were sucking air. Or did they just plot?
Was this rope-a-dope?
We know what the evil genius would say. But we know also that in the dark night of his soul, a blackness that could only be imagined, like a black hole, or some Vernesian vortex in the middle of some lost ocean, there were many 7 for 37s with a double and a couple rbi. A quarter score of double plays to sicken what gleam of hope attempted to make its way down into the dark depths of the Viper soul.
Yet Smiff plotted. Tireless fingers worked the waiver strings and his master puppeteering began to pay results in the shorter days, the longer, hot August nights.
Smiff was reborn. A Phoenix of the Seventh Circle ascending.
We fought. We traded. We prayed for rain. Hamels began to pitch like an asshole again. In a surprise to nobody, Harden, a wounded bird on a hot porch, foundered with stunted wing. The Cyclones fell, Icarus-like, toward the vortex opening beneath them.
Still they fought. Thrashed. Sighed at the emptiness of a middle infield that Sahara like stretched empty to the farthest horizons. Aye, there was no there there. And yet they walked. Wary eyes on the riders approaching from the rear on the dark horses.
The moon lit their reflections red and for weeks trails were covered up as we hid among the dunes of our early fortune.
But the windstorm of the Viper Elefantes did duel with the Cyclones and fate had it that this is the Wellness Center, and the tie goes to the Champion of long-standing.
This year.
But this year is the bookend to the beginning of a dynasty.
Yes. It is the end.
The Smiff has been bloodied. He needed the miracle of Charbeanaeuan incompetence to save him. What next year when others rise to compete? Will the Foleys don the armor of the noble challenger? Will Kevin fight for the honor of the librarian? Will Desiree finish yet another marathon?
Will the Beej uncover untold riches in the aging lumber of hungry veterans? Will Zak awake to the cries of a child in the early night only to be struck with the inspiration of a real trade offer?
Will the chemists of the West Coast alchemize the gold shield to dismiss the spears of Smiff's genius?
Will it be Corms again, his genius shined after his years in the wilderness of the basement?
It will be some or it will be all of us.
Yes, Smiff will languish in the tower of sorrows.
Smiff,
You will lose. Your race is run. The stops have been put out and you enjoy another fat winter. But the spring rains will be cold this year. And the August nights will be full of the pestering bites of misfortune. September will be the bitter harvest of your evil genius.
You will lose.
You will lose.
You are champion. You will lose.
What sticks in the craw.
What makes the rain sad.
What makes ice cream taste like salt.
A pretty girl walks down the street in a yellow dress and you don't even notice.
Defeat.
Defeat, an old unwelcome friend with the chilly embrace and the long thin fingers that unwind across your back. October.
The Wellness Center All-Star League.
Smiff is champion again. Say it with me. Say it one time, say it twice. Say it three times, say it four. Smiff is champion again.
Evil triumphs. The hero is thrown from the horse. The villain has the jewels.
Was it a collapse? Undoubtedly. But to claim it was just a collapse would be to deny the evil genius of a man who never made a waiver claim gone wrong. Who combs the free agent pool leaving gold trails along the discarded names as he plucks the nugget from the rough and washes it to a shine in the MI position. Or in the C2 position.
Holds.
In the long days of summer it seemed the leaves would live forever, so strong they held the sunlight in a gleam and the moonlight in mystery. Joe Mauer would double and the crowd would be disappointed. Lincecum would allow a run to gasps from the crowd. Even Cole Hamels only sucked a little.
And the Lord Viper Scorpians were sucking air. Or did they just plot?
Was this rope-a-dope?
We know what the evil genius would say. But we know also that in the dark night of his soul, a blackness that could only be imagined, like a black hole, or some Vernesian vortex in the middle of some lost ocean, there were many 7 for 37s with a double and a couple rbi. A quarter score of double plays to sicken what gleam of hope attempted to make its way down into the dark depths of the Viper soul.
Yet Smiff plotted. Tireless fingers worked the waiver strings and his master puppeteering began to pay results in the shorter days, the longer, hot August nights.
Smiff was reborn. A Phoenix of the Seventh Circle ascending.
We fought. We traded. We prayed for rain. Hamels began to pitch like an asshole again. In a surprise to nobody, Harden, a wounded bird on a hot porch, foundered with stunted wing. The Cyclones fell, Icarus-like, toward the vortex opening beneath them.
Still they fought. Thrashed. Sighed at the emptiness of a middle infield that Sahara like stretched empty to the farthest horizons. Aye, there was no there there. And yet they walked. Wary eyes on the riders approaching from the rear on the dark horses.
The moon lit their reflections red and for weeks trails were covered up as we hid among the dunes of our early fortune.
But the windstorm of the Viper Elefantes did duel with the Cyclones and fate had it that this is the Wellness Center, and the tie goes to the Champion of long-standing.
This year.
But this year is the bookend to the beginning of a dynasty.
Yes. It is the end.
The Smiff has been bloodied. He needed the miracle of Charbeanaeuan incompetence to save him. What next year when others rise to compete? Will the Foleys don the armor of the noble challenger? Will Kevin fight for the honor of the librarian? Will Desiree finish yet another marathon?
Will the Beej uncover untold riches in the aging lumber of hungry veterans? Will Zak awake to the cries of a child in the early night only to be struck with the inspiration of a real trade offer?
Will the chemists of the West Coast alchemize the gold shield to dismiss the spears of Smiff's genius?
Will it be Corms again, his genius shined after his years in the wilderness of the basement?
It will be some or it will be all of us.
Yes, Smiff will languish in the tower of sorrows.
Smiff,
You will lose. Your race is run. The stops have been put out and you enjoy another fat winter. But the spring rains will be cold this year. And the August nights will be full of the pestering bites of misfortune. September will be the bitter harvest of your evil genius.
You will lose.
You will lose.
You are champion. You will lose.
And you'll LIKE it!
It's that annual time of year that comes around every year about this time...
"You'll pay more -- as much as 75 cents more a ride. You'll have to wait another five or 10 minutes for the bus or train to arrive and it likely will be even more crowded than it is now. And if you work for the Chicago Transit Authority, you could be one of the 1,000 folks who are about to be laid off."
"You'll pay more -- as much as 75 cents more a ride. You'll have to wait another five or 10 minutes for the bus or train to arrive and it likely will be even more crowded than it is now. And if you work for the Chicago Transit Authority, you could be one of the 1,000 folks who are about to be laid off."
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