August 09, 2005
The husband and I take a walk around the neighborhood every evening. It's our post-dinner constitutional. As we were walking back into the Cake Eater Alleyway from our walk, we ran into our ex-hippie neighbor, of whom we're very fond, and we chatted about the wild thunderstorm that passed through this afternoon. In the background, I saw that our other neighbor---Eric, the landlord's roommate---was fiddling around with his car, which hasn't been around the house for the past couple of days. Or at least I thought it was him. There was a fair amount of hair on him, and that didn't ring quite right, because the last time I'd seen him, he was completely bald. But, I thought, it had to be him. It was the same color hair, and if you can lose your hair that quickly, well you can get it back at the same rate, right? It seemed logical at the time. We said goodbye to one neighbor and walked up to the house, greeting another neighbor, readying ourselves for yet another neighborly conversation. After all, this is what you do on summer nights when you live in Minnesota. The weather will turn to shit soon enough, and you won't see your neighbors for six months because no one wants to spend any time outside then. We all hibernate here during the winter, so you work on your relationships when the weather's warm.
Well, it wasn't him. And it wasn't the conversation we expected to have.
It was his brother, who looks an awful lot like him. He introduced himself and then and he had the unfortunate task of letting us know that Eric had passed away last night. He'd been in the hospital for the past few days, dealing with complications due to the round of chemo that he was on for the testicular cancer. He'd been doing fine with the chemo, which he started at the beginning of last month. The husband chatted with him last week and while Eric had said he'd had twenty treatments in the last two weeks, he was hanging in there. He was doing all right, that he was going to beat this. He was even going to work every now and again. He worked at a bank and his co-workers had decorated his car with get well messages soaped across the windows, like people do when someone gets married.
The get well messages were still on the car this evening as his brother and his brother's fiancee packed up some of his belongings. Eric's originally from Ohio. I assume that's where they're from as well. It never came up in the course of conversation.
I didn't know him well enough to be upset over his death, but I'm still very sorry that he's gone. He was a nice guy and he didn't deserve to die. I respected him for his upbeat attitude. He wasn't shy about letting anyone know what was going on. The first conversation I ever had with him was a few days before he went in for surgery. We hadn't met yet. At that point, he was just "the roommate," and was, for me---as a person who's lived in this house for more than five years and has seen people come and go---someone I had yet to meet. It was dark outside and I was walking back into the house, and he walked in right after me, startling me because I hadn't seen him. He introduced himself and then he apologized over and over for scaring me. He was so sweet in his earnestness. We found a few days later about his surgery and thereafter every conversation was flavored with information about his cancer. He wanted to let us know how he was doing, in case we were afraid to ask. He wasn't ashamed that he had cancer---and testicular cancer at that, which is not something I wouldn't think you'd want to advertise if you were a man. He was always talking about how he was going to beat it, and while it was apparent he wasn't pleased about some of the treatments he was going to have to endure, he was going to endure them nonetheless. Because, of course, he wanted to live.
It's just so bloody sad that he's died. If anyone had the right attitude, it was him.
The memorial service is on Friday and, of course, we'll go. It's something of a milestone: this will be the first memorial service I will have attended for someone I know in the Twin Cities since I moved here nine years ago. I said when I lived in Des Moines and I attended the funeral of a co-worker's husband that, ahem, it was time to move: someone we knew had died. It was an odd sort of a fringe benefit when you move somewhere new: when you're new in town, funerals aren't a part of your regular schedule of activities. It does take time to meet and make friends with people when you're new to town. If I still lived in Omaha, I'd probably be going to funerals and wakes on a regular basis simply because that's just the way things work in your hometown. You know people all your life, and then they die. You go to either their wake or their funeral, depending upon your closeness, and pay your respects. You look at the obituary section of the paper every day. I can't tell you when the last time I looked at the obits was.
It's a common thing, death. As common as birth. As common as all the happy things that can happen to you in a lifetime. I think we all forget that sometimes.I know I have. It never occurred to me tonight that Eric's brother was going to tell us that he'd died.
I just hope Eric is somewhere happy and that he's free of pain and cancer.
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But perhaps it's his other hobbies---specifically his gaming habit---that I should be worried about.
SEOUL (Reuters) - A South Korean man who played computer games for 50 hours almost non-stop died of heart failure minutes after finishing his mammoth session in an Internet cafe, authorities said Tuesday.The 28-year-old man, identified only by his family name Lee, had been playing on-line battle simulation games at the cybercafe in the southeastern city of Taegu, police said.
Lee had planted himself in front of a computer monitor to play on-line games on Aug. 3. He only left the spot over the next three days to go to the toilet and take brief naps on a makeshift bed, they said.
"We presume the cause of death was heart failure stemming from exhaustion," a Taegu provincial police official said by telephone.{...}
Hmmmmm.
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August 08, 2005
IF YOU WANT A VISION of hell, look here: the national mall in Washington, D.C., at noon on a summer's day. Mom and Dad and Buddy and Sis stand on the treeless expanse, baked by the pitiless sun, looking lost. Dad wears a muscle-beach T-shirt stretched over a Cheesecake Factory body, his hair matted in shiny ringlets round the crown of his head. Sweat begins to show at the waistband of Mom's stretch pants. The air is hung with scrims of haze. To one side the Capitol building shimmers in ghostly outline. To the other, the Lincoln Memorial looms in what might or might not be Hellenic grandeur; it's hard to tell through the waves of heat. Both landmarks seem unreachable, impossibly distant, in opposite directions. Buddy's fanny pack won't stay hitched up, and the intense physical discomfort is the only thing that keeps Sis from dying, like totally dying, of boredom.{...}
See, this is how Ferguson starts the piece off. A "normal" family, in from out of town, going to see the Mall. He simultaneously sneers at this family for all their bourgeoisie manners and appearances yet sympathizes that they're being given the runaround because the mall is so poorly kept these days. It's hard to imagine why he's so sympathetic to their plight due his cariacturish description of this imaginary family. You don't know where they're from. You just know they're not from Dee Cee, as if living in the nation's capitol is the benchmark for having good taste. Perhaps they are imaginary, perhaps they're not, the world being overstuffed with fanny-pack, muscle T-shirt wearing Americans, but I have to imagine there are plenty of people who visit the mall whose manner of dress and behavior don't quite offend Ferguson's delicate aesthetic sensibilities quite so egregiously. To be blunt about it: no matter how informative Ferguson's article is, the snotty tone of the opening paragraphs ruin it.
This is what I would like to know: is there some sort of dress code for when people from out of town visit Dee Cee? You see, I've never been. And I haven't considered it to be all that much of a loss, either, I might add. The husband has and he tells me it's a wonderful experience and that when we go, at some distant point in the future, we have to block off at least six days to tour the Smithsonian. But it's hard to imagine why anyone would want to visit the nation's capitol when the residents are such unrelenting snots. One thing I hear over and over again from residents is how inappropriately people are dressed when they visit the monuments. I've listened to people whine on about the horror of the fanny pack. How no one should wear shorts (even in the summer) to visit any of the museums. How if Congress was really Republican they'd ban the wearing of tank tops. Ad nauseaum, ad infinitum. If you Dee Cee residents would like people to dress appropriately, perhaps you should have a fleet of maitre'd's patrolling all the entrances to town, handing out coats and ties to everyone you deem is dressed inappropriately. Otherwise, you should, perhaps, just perhaps, realize the unwashed masses out here in the rest of the country foot the bill for your largesse. And that perhaps, just perhaps, that might mean you should shut the fuck up, eh?
America is a big country. That there are many, many different styles of dress and behavior that are deemed appropriate enough elsewhere in the country. Dee Cee is a very small place. The rest of the country is huge. You're outnumbered, people. Lighten up.
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Well, I probably will get around to posting something interesting later on in the day, but I had a wonderful, relaxing weekend with the husband and I'm still feeling a wee bit logy as a result. It's nothing to do with you, my devoted Cake Eater Readers. It's got everything to do with me not feeling particularly outraged or interested about/in anything right now. While I'd like to pass along my sincerest condolences to his family on his passing, Peter Jennings' death is not even remotely interesting to me currently.
That says something, no?
Anyway, in the gratuitous announcement department, since the boys are out of town this week, I'll be guesting over at The Butchers until they get back.
Heheheheh. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. And since it's been positively frigid around the Cake Eater kitchen lately, the revenge I have in store for my dear pal Steve-o for his outrageous behavior here, here and here, should be nicely chilled.
Much mayhem and hilarity will ensue shortly.
But first I must start the laundry and go and work some lard off my arse.
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August 05, 2005
I have finally decided what I believe the problem is with Microsoft Small Business Server 2003 as a whole: It's over-developed.
They've gone to such lengths to be able to accomodate nearly every concievable situation, that the simple, straighforward solutions that most small businesses need become convoluted configuration nightmares.
If I'm building an outhouse, I don't want to have to deconstruct the Sears Tower to do it.
I feel better. I'm sure you're confused. Don't worry. Kathy will probably delete this momentarily.
UPDATE FROM KATH: If this means I don't have to listen to complaints about a software program about which I know absolute SQUAT, the post stays.
Capisce, darling?
Related aside: For a minute there, I thought Steve-o had hijacked the blog again.
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Any efforts you could make to reduce the amount of crack I have to see would be very much appreciated.
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VLADIVOSTOK, Russia - A Russian mini-submarine carrying seven sailors snagged on a fishing net and was stuck 625 feet down on the Pacific floor Friday, and the United States and Britain were rushing unmanned vehicles there to help in rescue efforts.It was unclear whether there was enough oxygen aboard the mini-sub to keep the crew alive long enough for remote-controlled vehicles to reach them from bases in San Diego and Britain.
Pacific Fleet Commander Adm. Viktor Fyodorov was quoted by the Interfax news agency as saying the air supply would last until sometime Monday. However, he earlier told Russia's Channel One television that air would last "a little more than 24 hours."
The Russian sub's propeller became entangled in a fishing net Thursday, Russian navy Capt. Igor Dygalo said on state-run Rossiya television. The accident occurred in Beryozovaya Bay, about 50 miles south of Kamchatka's capital, Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, officials said.
"There is air remaining on the underwater apparatus for a day — one day," Dygalo said at about 6 a.m. EDT. "The operation continues. We have a day, and intensive, active measures will be taken to rescue the AS-28 vessel and the people aboard."
Fleet spokesman Capt. Alexander Kosolapov said contact had been made with the sailors, who were not hurt.{...}
Seriously, though. Death by suffocation is one of those things that gives me the heebie-jeebies, so I sincerely hope they manage to rescue those poor men. I'm particularly glad that the Russians learned their lesson with the Kursk accident and asked for help early on. Hopefully it won't be for naught.
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I have to admit, if she was my child, I'd be like Chrissy and readying the bad-behavior-breaking boot camp, too. But since she's not, well, I just get to enjoy her. Which I do. Tremendously.
That child cracks me up.
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OSLO (Reuters) - Masked robbers stole three worthless copies of pictures by Norwegian artist Edvard Munch from an Oslo hotel Wednesday in a bungled raid, almost a year after Munch's 1893 masterpiece "The Scream" was stolen.Thieves wrenched the copies off the walls of Oslo's Hotel Continental with crowbars, a Reuters reporter at the scene said.
The thieves struck almost a year after armed robbers stole "The Scream" and another work by the pioneer of modern expressionism from an Oslo museum in front of stunned tourists.
Police were searching for three robbers, two who entered the hotel and one who waited in a getaway car that was found abandoned nearby.
"They both had crowbars and were wearing hoods and masks," Reuters reporter Anne Merete Henriksen said.{...}
You're, of course, asking where the ineptitude alluded to in the title is. I live to deliver you, my devoted Cake Eater readers, the goods, so here it is:
{...}The hotel has 12 Munch originals -- lithographs, wood cuts and an etching.{...}"The three paintings were copies but we are handling the case as if they had been genuine," Hjulstad told Reuters. He said he did not see any link to last August's museum theft.
So, you've got lots of Munch goodies to steal in this particular hotel, yet these bunglers manage to steal three copies rather than any of the real stuff. Duh.
Which leads me back to my original question: what exactly is it about Munch's work that encourages theft?
I'll admit, Munch is not my favorite, but that's my own deal. It's good art, because it makes you think. But as far as my personal preferences are concerned, well, The Scream is not something I'd want hanging on my living room wall, ya dig? It's just a wee bit uncomfortable for my liking because that's probably what I look like when I scream, and like everyone else, I only want flattering portraits of myself hanging in my home. But, again, that's just me. Apparently Munch is very popular with some people, as they've been following the story of last summer's museum heist rather closely.
I've long wondered if, perhaps, RP's interest has---ahem---a wee bit more behind it...if you get what I'm driving at. Hmmmm? Like he's a litigator by day and Thomas Crown by night?
Hmmmm?
I'll be curious to see if RP has made a trip to Norway recently. Sure he said he was moving. And cleaning off his desk yesterday. That doesn't mean he didn't have something to do with the theft.
He---gasp!---could have been lying!
{Insert any number of conspiracy theories here}
But, really RP. I think you could have at least hired some competent thieves. You know, ones who could distinguish between the real stuff and the fakes. You're taking too many risks with these smash and grab jobs. Or are the smash and grab jobs just a clever diversionary tactic? You know, to keep suspicion from falling on you for the real theft? Hmmmm? Inquiring minds want to know.
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August 04, 2005
Pop quiz time - who wrote the following inarticulate statement?
I donÂ’t think women generally have the sensibilities to run the country. Before you jump all over me, itÂ’s important that you know I donÂ’t care what you think. YouÂ’re reading this blog, so you obviously care what I think, so there it is.
Well, folks, in case you were wondering, it's that cutting-edge, I'm-a-big-shot-and-you're-not "Conservative" Blogger, La Shawn Barber.
To be fair (more fair than she is apparently) this is what she wrote in its entirety:
Rice for President: One of my advertisers is a group called Americans For Rice, and IÂ’ve been asked by several people where I stand on the Condi-for-president meme. I wouldnÂ’t vote for Condoleezza Rice for president of the United States. First, I donÂ’t think women generally have the sensibilities to run the country. Before you jump all over me, itÂ’s important that you know I donÂ’t care what you think. YouÂ’re reading this blog, so you obviously care what I think, so there it is.Second, Rice is pro-choice and might be pro-race preferences. No moderate Republican who I know is a moderate will ever get my vote.
So, what we have here is a statement against Condoleeza Rice for President. La Shawn has her reasons for not potentially voting for her. That's all well and good, but to say that "I donÂ’t think women generally have the sensibilities to run the country" is beyond the freakin' pale. Note how she uses the qualifier "generally," as if that's going to keep her from getting into trouble. Then she acknowledges that people might be a wee bit upset about her sexist remarks and makes the most unbelievably arrogant statement I've seen yet: "Before you jump all over me, itÂ’s important that you know I donÂ’t care what you think. YouÂ’re reading this blog, so you obviously care what I think, so there it is." (My emphasis.)
You know what, LaShawn, I don't read your blog unless someone points out something inane and stupid that you've written. What can I say? I revel in it when someone who has such a puffed-up sense of self-importance gets slammed. I'm mean that way. Sue me.
I could say an awful lot about LaShawn's blatantly sexist attitude, but Jody does it better. But it doesn't end there. Oh, no. {Insert best Ron Popeil voice here} But wait....there's more! When LaShawn, in a fit of magnamity, deleted Jody's trackback, Beth had a few choice words to say about La Shawn's apparent inability to have people disagree with her.
Apparently, according to a comment La Shawn left at Jody's place and an update to the post linked above, the easiest way to discount someone who disagrees with you is to chalk it all up to jealousy over traffic and Ecosystem rankings.
First, the comment:
Way harsh and uncalled for. What did I ever do to you? Don't envy my ranking. I've worked hard for it. If you apply yourself, you can do it, too. By the way, save yourself the aggravation and don't wander over to my blog anymore. It's only going to get worse, I promise you. I'm starting to care less and less what people of any political stripe think of me, male or female.
Notice how she doesn't bother refuting the merits of Jody's argument. It's all about Ecosystem rankings and how hard she's worked to get where she is. I particularly adore the patronizing tone of the "If you apply yourself, you can do it, too" statement. I'd like to thank all of the little people...
Second, the update:
New/smaller bloggers, IÂ’ve got something to say to you. One day a few of you may become huge. Your traffic and Ecosystem ranking will rise, and your reputation in the blogosphere will grow. Or not. But whatever happens, do me a favor? DonÂ’t forget about or bad-mouth the bigger bloggers who linked to your posts and helped you back when you were smaller or first starting out, OK? ItÂ’s bad form. Especially if you asked them to link to your posts.Sadly, itÂ’s happened to me, and itÂ’sÂ…sad. The bitterness dripping from one such post wasÂ…bitter, and I donÂ’t know why itÂ’s there. IÂ’m not a flame warrior, so I wonÂ’t link. It really doesnÂ’t matter who it is. Just remember old LBÂ’s advice.
To quote Kevin Spacey's character, Lloyd, from The Ref:
"You know what I'm going to get you for Christmas next year? A big wooden cross. So the next time you feel unappreciated for all the sacrifices you've made, you can climb on up and nail yourself to it."
See, since Jody asked the simple question: "Please someone tell me why she is so high in the ecosystem?" LaShawn could easily chalk Jody's criticism up to jealousy. I'm sure she'll do the same thing to me if she bothers reading this post, even though I don't give a rat's flaming behind about Ecosystem rankings. It's that simple for LaShawn: you don't like what I have to say? Well, since my blog is bigger and better than yours is, I must be bigger and better than you are. Hence your criticism is invalid and I will go along my merry way, spreading my inane ideas across the blogosphere to wide acclaim because no one will know if anyone disagrees with me because I will---ahem---delete their trackbacks and ban them from my blog.
I ask you, my devoted Cake Eater Readers, is that an attitude that represents the best of the blogosphere? Is this an attitude that represents the most intellectually honest position one could take?
I don't think so. Furthermore, I just flat-out love how LaShawn is all about helping the little bloggers. Her post has many little bits flavored with all sorts of advice for bloggers, yet she makes one of the most egregious errors of etiquette you can make in the blogosphere: she deletes the trackback of someone who disagrees with her. The only time it's appropriate to delete a trackback is when it's spam---of either the blogger-generated or pr0n operator variety. That's it. The rest of us humble bloggers see this format as a means of having a conversation. It's a sort of cocktail party, wherein you can chat with many people, gain many different ideas, and, most importantly, make up your own damn mind about whether or not those ideas have merit. LaShawn is anything but humble. She, apparently, is the cocktail party guest who says "SHUT THE HELL UP AND LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY BECAUSE I'M THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN THE ROOM AND THE REST OF YOU ARE PEONS!" Then, if someone has the temerity to speak up, she puts her hands over her ears, in a most childlike fashion and screams, "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
Most bloggers are interested in debate. LaShawn, from what I can gather, is only interested in herself.
I have some questions for all you bloggers/blog readers who read LaShawn's blog: does LaShawn Barber's Corner really represent the best and the brightest of the blogosphere? Does she embody all the promise blogs and the blogosphere present? What, precisely, do you get out of reading her blog? I'm completely serious when I ask these questions. If you think the Ecosystem has any merit to it, you should know that LaShawn is ranked #20 within it. Is her blog better or worse for her ranking? Or am I out of line when I criticize her inability to take criticism simply because I'm ranked #913 (as of today)? Would you judge my criticisms of her "work" as valid---no matter what my ranking---or should I just kow tow to a "big dog" because that's the way LaShawn would have the blogoshpere work?
I'm interested to hear what you all have to say about this one because it really does get down to the heart of what a good deal of us think the blogosphere is about: the spread of ideas. How those ideas are spread is, apparently, an issue of debate itself. Would you rather read a blog that cares about debate? Or are you only interested in blogs that are echo chambers of approval for their authors? The blogosphere, I believe, is all about saying what's on your mind and then listening to what people have to say about it. It's about furthering the discussion.
Is it really interesting to you to read a blog written by someone who only has a mouth, but no ears?
UPDATE: Yeah, LaShawn, we're all really jealous of your ranking!
{...} have reason to believe these people are either envious of my ranking (who cares?) and donÂ’t want me to be there, or canÂ’t figure out why IÂ’m there in the first place. HereÂ’s the irony: because of their boredom/pettiness and links, IÂ’ll rise even higher over the next few days. The ranking is based on links.Thanks, kids, but IÂ’m not worth your precious time. Contribute something to the blogosphere that doesnÂ’t revolve around what another blogger is doing or writing. ItÂ’s boring.
Christ. Could LaShawn's head get any bigger without exploding and splattering stuff all over the place?
The only reason I ask is because I don't want to get any on me.
UPDATE DEUX: Oddybobo has a few choice words for LaShawn and Andy believes LaShawn's second post was actually directed at him for something Intelligent Design related in that massive linkdump---which, quite frankly, could be the case: she's just nutty enough to piss off that many people. Go and read both posts.
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This didn't go over so well with Paxety or Val, because it patently ignores the reality of what's going on in Cuba. But Fausta, well, while she agrees with these two, she has a different sort of axe to grind with Cowie:
But Colin's on a roll:"Instead of a tablecloth, use potato sacking or jute"
This one really got on my nerves.
Colin, let me hold you firmly by both lapels while I heap scorn at your face,
The most humble Caribbean host would rather DIE than use potato sacking as a tablecloth. Hand-embroidered linen tablecloths are de rigeur, and, if it's a sit-down meal, accompanied with matching dinner or lunch-sized linen napkins. If linen is not affordable, or the hosts want a more casual look, tablecoths of the best-quality fabric the budget would allow. Good-quality paper tablecloths are used for outdoor ocassions, such as picnicking. Not potato sacking, you idiot.
The Early Show's show of cluelessness would only be matched by having Colin feature his watermelon napkin rings at an NAACP convention.{...}
Fausta: The blogosphere's Latina Emily Post.
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{Insert irony bells clanging loudly here}
This from the chick whose finances skyrocketed after she (oh, pardon moi, her character) started beating up Linda Evans on a regular basis in the mid-80's?
While she's undoubtedly got a point, I don't know that she's the best person to be trumpeting said point.
{Hat tip: Martini Boy}
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A MAN cut the tail off his goldfish with a pair of scissors because he was "bored" after a day of drinking.Kenneth Grindlay, 20, launched the vicious attack on his pet goldfish - before tossing it back into its bowl for his horrified mother to find.
Grindlay, of Rosyth, Fife had started drinking after being left alone in the house for an afternoon and decided to cut off the family goldfish's tail with the scissors - left out for him by his mother to trim his beard - because he was "just bored".
He admitted carrying out the cruel attack at a court hearing yesterday but will not learn of his fate until detailed psychiatric reports are prepared.
Dunfermline Sheriff Court heard yesterday how Grindlay's mother Shona returned home to find the bloodied scissors he had used to maim the six-year-old fish out on the kitchen worktop.
She found the fish thrashing desperately around in its tank without its tail. She then called the police - who arranged for the mutilated pet to be taken to the vet.
The practice decided, however, that its injuries were so severe it had to be put out of its suffering. Grindlay pleaded guilty by letter to cruelty and ill-treating the fish and causing it unnecessary suffering at a hearing last month.
The hearing was told by depute fiscal Azrah Yousaf that the fish's injuries were among the worst that the vet had ever witnessed.
She said: "The police were called. When they arrived the fish was still alive but the police had noticed that it wasn't very active in the tank. The vet described it as one of the worst injuries they had ever seen."
When police arrived to interview Grindlay he told them: "I cut the fin off. I was a bit drunk. I was just bored."
He was later charged under the Protection of Animals Act of 1912 and referred to psychologists at Dunfermline's Queen Margaret Hospital. {...}
Yes, that's right. The guy was bored and drunk and cut the fin off his pet goldfish. He "launched a vicious attack" on his pet. He's having to undergo psychiatric evaluations because he did this. While this was not a nice thing to do and while I fully understand that harming one's pets or other small animals is a big alert that someone will become a serial killer, don't you think that perhaps, just perhaps this is a wee bit over the top? Particularly since it was a freakin' GOLDFISH that was maimed? A fish that, ahem, cannot feel pain.
What's the crime rate in Scotland again? Hmmmm. I wonder. Is there, possibly, anything the cops could be doing other than prosecuting people for cutting the tails off their goldfish? Hmmmmm? Could it be that the only reason they prosecuted this guy was because, ahem, he fessed up to his dirty deed?
It makes one wonder, doesn't it, what they'd do nowadays to all those people who used to participate in "how many goldfish can you swallow?" contests?
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Muslims who resent the British way of life should leave the UK, regardless of whether they are citizens or not, a senior Conservative said last night in comments that have heightened already tense community relations.Gerald Howarth, the shadow defence minister, last night told The Scotsman that extremist Muslims who see the Iraq war as a conflict against Islam should be considered as treacherous as Soviet sympathisers during the Cold War. His remarkable claim shatters the tri-party consensus which Michael Howard, the Tory leader, sought to make with Tony Blair, the Prime Minister, and the Liberal Democrats.
Mr Howarth said yesterday that he is incensed by suggestions from Jack Straw, the Foreign Secretary, that Britain is "part of the problem" in Iraq - and said that the problem in the UK lies in fanatical Muslims living within our shores.
He is the first mainstream UK politician to suggest that extremist British Muslims should leave for Islamic societies. The government is looking at deporting foreign-born nationals and imprisoning British Muslims who incite or glorify terrorism.
"If they don't like our way of life, there is a simple remedy: go to another country, get out," Mr Howarth said. Asked what if these people were born in Britain, he replied: "Tough. If you don't give allegiance to this country, then leave."
He added: "There are plenty of other countries whose way of life would appear to be more conducive to what they aspire to. They would be happy and we would be happy." {...}
Gauntlet, indeed.
The fact that this is a war against those who would advocate civilization and those who wouldn't is coming home to roost, it seems.
It's too damn bad that it took two bombings---one which, of course, failed---to get that message across.
Related: Gorgeous George Galloway also has been at it again.
Someone needs to slap a burqua on gool ol' George and then we'll see how much he enjoys Muslim "civilization."
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The bitches.
The reasoning these hoverers always use is that "they could catch something." I think this is ridiculous. The average public restroom, unless it really is nasty, is cleaned more often than your bathroom at home. At some places it's cleaned several times a day. While I will admit there are shining examples of nasty restrooms everywhere, most are clean. What pisses me off is when you have a perfectly clean bathroom that becomes fit only for swine once these women get done. If the bathroom wasn't nasty before they got there, it sure as hell is when they're done.
But no one ever believes me when I tell them they should just sit down and do their business. Today is my day of sweet revenge. Because I have proof!
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Have you ever wondered why your teeth chatter when you're cold, or if you could really catch a disease from sitting on a toilet seat?New York physician Billy Goldberg, pestered by unusual questions at cocktail parties and other social gatherings over the years, puts the public's mind at ease in his book "Why Do Men Have Nipples?" which hits the book stores on Tuesday.
"It's really remarkable how often you get accosted," said Goldberg, 39. "There are the medical questions from family and friends, and then there are the drunk and outrageous questions where somebody wants to drop their pants and show you a rash or something."
{...}During the course of their research, Goldberg and Leyner found reports of gonorrhea, pinworm and roundworm found on toilet seats -- but catching something from it isn't common.
The authors discovered that an office setting might be worse for your health than toilet seats. Charles Gerba, a microbiologist at the University of Arizona, found the typical office desk harbors some 400 times more disease-causing bacteria than the average toilet seat.{...}
{my emphasis}
Get that? Your desk is nastier than the average toilet seat, so, for the love of all that is good and holy, beeeyotches, slap your fat asses down on the seat and tinkle!
You will make me much happier by doing this than when you leave a mess for me to clean up.
The world, and I, thank you for your efforts in this matter.
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(Say it really fast and then you'll get it.)
And yes, it's hard to dance when you don't have any limbs.
{Hat Tip: Stiggy}
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Between the husband and I, we've received some interesting variations on the Nigerian Oil Scam Spam in the past couple of days and I thought I'd share.
If you're at all interested, take the jump. more...
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If you don't know what a Katana is, go peek at this.
{Hat Tip: John L. at Texas Best Grok}
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