Friday, October 30, 2009
Blimey!
What has this world come to? Even kids aren't immune from layoffs! Why there ought to be a law...
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."
Friday, October 9, 2009
Onion Or Real?
Marge Simpson a Playboy covergirl
Apparently Flanders wants to get the 20 year olds to read a magazine who's average reader age is 35.
Obama wins Nobel Peace Prize
Apparently everyone was so scared shitless by Dumbya and Dick "Dick" (Dick) Dick that just replacing them meant a hyooooge increase in peace all over the world.
Earth to Moon - It's on, bitch
Finally - an enemy we can all agree on. What has the moon done for us lately?
Apparently Flanders wants to get the 20 year olds to read a magazine who's average reader age is 35.
Obama wins Nobel Peace Prize
Apparently everyone was so scared shitless by Dumbya and Dick "Dick" (Dick) Dick that just replacing them meant a hyooooge increase in peace all over the world.
Earth to Moon - It's on, bitch
Finally - an enemy we can all agree on. What has the moon done for us lately?
Another label needed: zombie/End Times nexus
"Zombies are an apocalyptic threat, we are living in times of apocalyptic anxiety (and) we need a vessel in which to coalesce those anxieties..."
LoC: Still the only source on the Google for "live-blogging the End Times," by the way...
LoC: Still the only source on the Google for "live-blogging the End Times," by the way...
2000 labels - is that a lot?
And today we could really use a "brain-dead Norwegians" label.
I deleted "Alfonsucko SUCKS" but it won't let me create "Alfonsucko the 12-fingered freak SUCKS." I don't see how the work of the Nation can move forward.
This appears to be a new feature?
I deleted "Alfonsucko SUCKS" but it won't let me create "Alfonsucko the 12-fingered freak SUCKS." I don't see how the work of the Nation can move forward.
This appears to be a new feature?
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Push Polled
Just got off the phone with the NRA. A message from the president with a one question poll. I was informed that the UN "one world government" and the [evil] Hillary Clinton are conspiring to take away guns from US citizens. I was kind of laughing and smirking through the whole tape recorded message. I wanted to say something clever once the gentlemen after the recorded message asked me if I opposed the plan of the UN and Hillary to take away guns - but all I could say was I disagreed with the premise of the question. I did say I supported the 2nd Amendment, which I do - with perameters. I am not big on my neighbors having nukes - which the plain language of the amendment could be read to allow - after all a weapon unused is a useless weapon. I guess if I had more energy I could have tried to engage the man in a conversation or told him I favored socialism or asked him about why he believed what he believed - oh well. Maybe I still like the Americans I disagree with too much. I told him I'd look in to the plan to strip my fellow Americans of their constitutional rights and thanked him for informing me about this potential move against liberty.
Maybe ... best line ever.
"I didn’t want to wake up tied to a tree, being invited to squeal like a little piggy for the entertainment of a 20-year-old psychopath in giant dungarees, with three teeth in his head and a bitter hatred of anyone who wasn’t also a 30-stone homophobic racist who shot at things he didn’t understand."
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Time to close shop?
You're not going to believe this shit: we have reached blogger's limit of 2000 labels. (I tried "America hating Conservatives now happy" with the last post.) Yeah, i know, WHAT THE FUCK? I mean, the PHOKKING THING SUCKS! Since the labels are the chief reason to be here, and since no one posts anymore since Obama was elected and everything is better now, is there a point to carry on? Also, Blogger can blow it out the ass. I can't even add a "Blogger SUCKS" label now. And that sucks because THEY SUCK. I mean, i'm really beside myself here.
Thoughts? Better yet, how can we bring Blogger down in a fiery crash?
Thoughts? Better yet, how can we bring Blogger down in a fiery crash?
Friday, October 2, 2009
Universal Coverage
Heard an anti-health care reform advert tonight. 50 million additional patients with no new doctors. Ergo, reform will result in rationing and diminished health care for all.
Isn't this an argument for more doctors rather than less health care? Unless you are of course you are making the somewhat more philosophical argument that distribution of resources in any system are imperfect and because health care is a resource, some people just aren't going to get it and are going to die and that's okay. I'll accept that argument to a point but 50 million seems a little high to me. Plus I would argue (1) making sure your neighbor doesn't get swine flu and give it to you is probably a good thing and (2) If I found myself with potentially terminal cancer with no insurance, no money and in need of medical care in a country that encourages massive inequities in wealth and gun ownership and has a capable prison medical system, that would be a pretty easy decision for me.
Not to mention I guess with not enough doctors for the 50 million people the Republicans don't see a way to help now, it's sure a good thing we are aborting all those babies, god forbid we have another 1 or 10 million more that we don't have doctors for - we can't simply get more doctors.
I guess I need to go back and read the bible. Thousands of uninsured dying are just God's will. That's the new health insurance.
Isn't this an argument for more doctors rather than less health care? Unless you are of course you are making the somewhat more philosophical argument that distribution of resources in any system are imperfect and because health care is a resource, some people just aren't going to get it and are going to die and that's okay. I'll accept that argument to a point but 50 million seems a little high to me. Plus I would argue (1) making sure your neighbor doesn't get swine flu and give it to you is probably a good thing and (2) If I found myself with potentially terminal cancer with no insurance, no money and in need of medical care in a country that encourages massive inequities in wealth and gun ownership and has a capable prison medical system, that would be a pretty easy decision for me.
Not to mention I guess with not enough doctors for the 50 million people the Republicans don't see a way to help now, it's sure a good thing we are aborting all those babies, god forbid we have another 1 or 10 million more that we don't have doctors for - we can't simply get more doctors.
I guess I need to go back and read the bible. Thousands of uninsured dying are just God's will. That's the new health insurance.
SHOCKING NEWS
Obamas went to Copenhagen, Chicago loses.
Which means (and this is the shocking part) that Briggs was right...
Not to mention that the Repubs will probably have a field day on dis one - See, he's not superman after all...
Which means (and this is the shocking part) that Briggs was right...
Not to mention that the Repubs will probably have a field day on dis one - See, he's not superman after all...
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Is someone going to fix all the broken links?
The Fisk Scoresheet link don't work no more, QT is defunct as we all know, The Tattler moved on to da Trib, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. So who's gonna fix da links so dey all work? I nominate Corms.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Can you tell which news story is fake and which one actually appeared in the Onion?
Nadir Of Western Civilization To Be Reached This Friday At 3:32 P.M.
According to the panel, the final event will occur at 3:32 p.m., when a tourist, believing the impressive structure to be a giant mall, will enter Chicago's Museum of Contemporary Art, and, not finding what he is looking for, ask where "the damn Radio Shack is supposed to be."
The man, dressed in Crocs and sweatpants and determined by researchers to be the final catalyst in humanity's epic downfall, will then loudly expel gas.
"This horrible but inevitable day has been a long time coming," said Davidson, before picking up a black marker and, seemingly without thought or intent, drawing a long, thick phallus on his chart. "And by the looks of things, it's almost here."
Some analysts believe the coming cultural sinkhole—the most intellectually and spiritually degrading moment conceivable by science or philosophy—will signal the end of mankind's decay and lead to a steady upward climb. Still, they warned, the event itself could be catastrophically lowbrow.
"With each passing minute, we're getting closer to a second Dark Ages," said noted art critic Mark Lefevre, tearing out pages from his report, folding each into a paper airplane, and tossing decades of hard work around the room. "Unless something is done to protect what little sophistication and refinement we have left, Western society may soon regress to a point of no return. We need to act, and act fast."
"Come on," added the two-time MacArthur "genius grant" recipient, before stripping down to his undergarments and brandishing an automatic assault rifle. "Let's get 'er done!"
Ammo Sales Spike Continues Months After Obama Elected
Bullet-makers are working around the clock, seven days a week, and still can't keep up with the nation's demand for ammunition.
Shooting ranges, gun dealers and bullet manufacturers say they have never seen such shortages. Bullets, especially for handguns, have been scarce for months because gun enthusiasts are stocking up on ammo, in part because they fear President Barack Obama and the Democratic-controlled Congress will pass antigun legislation — even though nothing specific has been proposed and the president last month signed a law allowing people to carry loaded guns in national parks.
According to the panel, the final event will occur at 3:32 p.m., when a tourist, believing the impressive structure to be a giant mall, will enter Chicago's Museum of Contemporary Art, and, not finding what he is looking for, ask where "the damn Radio Shack is supposed to be."
The man, dressed in Crocs and sweatpants and determined by researchers to be the final catalyst in humanity's epic downfall, will then loudly expel gas.
"This horrible but inevitable day has been a long time coming," said Davidson, before picking up a black marker and, seemingly without thought or intent, drawing a long, thick phallus on his chart. "And by the looks of things, it's almost here."
Some analysts believe the coming cultural sinkhole—the most intellectually and spiritually degrading moment conceivable by science or philosophy—will signal the end of mankind's decay and lead to a steady upward climb. Still, they warned, the event itself could be catastrophically lowbrow.
"With each passing minute, we're getting closer to a second Dark Ages," said noted art critic Mark Lefevre, tearing out pages from his report, folding each into a paper airplane, and tossing decades of hard work around the room. "Unless something is done to protect what little sophistication and refinement we have left, Western society may soon regress to a point of no return. We need to act, and act fast."
"Come on," added the two-time MacArthur "genius grant" recipient, before stripping down to his undergarments and brandishing an automatic assault rifle. "Let's get 'er done!"
Ammo Sales Spike Continues Months After Obama Elected
Bullet-makers are working around the clock, seven days a week, and still can't keep up with the nation's demand for ammunition.
Shooting ranges, gun dealers and bullet manufacturers say they have never seen such shortages. Bullets, especially for handguns, have been scarce for months because gun enthusiasts are stocking up on ammo, in part because they fear President Barack Obama and the Democratic-controlled Congress will pass antigun legislation — even though nothing specific has been proposed and the president last month signed a law allowing people to carry loaded guns in national parks.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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