Dayum
Police: Number of people dead in Amish school shooting . The school is located near Paradise Township.
Monday, October 2, 2006
Grand Old Pedophilia?
From America Blog
"White House Press Secretary Tony Snow, appearing on CNN this morning, downplayed the Foley scandal. Soledad noted that Snow "tried really hard to minimize the impact and any kind of political fallout." Snow said, "I hate to tell but it's not always pretty up there on Capitol Hill and there have been other scandals as you know that have been more than simply naughty emails."
An example of what Snow calls "naughty emails" . Actually, a "naughty instant message". One of them is 16 year old boy the other is a 52 year old man.
Breaking "News" from CNN.com
Former Rep. Mark Foley of Florida has checked into a rehabilitation facility and is undergoing treatment for alcoholism, his attorney tells CNN.
Yes, that will make it all better. He won't be a sexual predator anymore at all!
From America Blog
"White House Press Secretary Tony Snow, appearing on CNN this morning, downplayed the Foley scandal. Soledad noted that Snow "tried really hard to minimize the impact and any kind of political fallout." Snow said, "I hate to tell but it's not always pretty up there on Capitol Hill and there have been other scandals as you know that have been more than simply naughty emails."
An example of what Snow calls "naughty emails" . Actually, a "naughty instant message". One of them is 16 year old boy the other is a 52 year old man.
Breaking "News" from CNN.com
Former Rep. Mark Foley of Florida has checked into a rehabilitation facility and is undergoing treatment for alcoholism, his attorney tells CNN.
Yes, that will make it all better. He won't be a sexual predator anymore at all!
I didn't wake up Amish but I got that way
Tiny E is a whole week old.
And how was your weekend? I had a short to do list for once. I have now gone two whole weekends not scrubbing my floors on my hands and knees! I think this is a huge plus, weekendwise. I mean on the scale of fun ways to spend your weekend, I think floor scrubbing comes in between catching up on your “hand wash only” laundry and cleaning under your refrigerator. Both useful tasks, both things that if you can not do them? Still okay. I mean, if you can put that hand washing in a delicate’s bag and let the machine do it, why not? And if someone is in your house checking under your refrigerator for dust bunnies? It means they don’t love you, and if you are asked to clean under your refrigerator? Move. Just take what you can and leave. You can start over somewhere else, it’ll be easier.
I was invited to a birthday party for a co-worker. I walked in the door and went from "doesn't she look nice?" to "why did she come dressed as an Amish person?" in a blink of an eye. I looked nice, I just didn't look like them. I looked like an Amish gone out on the town. My co-worker is Nigerian and so were most of the people in attendance to the point where I thought I was in a Benniton ad from the early eighties, only with less neon. Nice Nigerian ladies do not wear neon.
The birthday party was held at a local church and prior to the party there was a service. Do you know why the Catholic Church doesn’t employ “Praise Bands”? Because we have pipe organs. I think if you need to keep taking breaks to goose the congregation with a synthesizer and a girl singer, you may very well want to look at how long services are running .
I couldn’t decided if I was a bad charismatic or of they were bad Catholics. Because, really, this was no way to run a Mass. People just seemed to randomly get up from their pews (no kneelers!) and speak and these speeches useually turned into prayers . I couldn’t tell what kind of Protestants they were. There are so many different varieties of Christians these days, fundamentalists, Charismatics, Pentecostals, babists... the re-formation has come a long way since the advent of the Lutherans. The service I attended there was no speaking in tongues, so I guess they were not Pentecostals, but there were a great deal of very long prayers and clapping and swaying and praise banding.
People may bitch about us, but go to Mass in Manila or Berlin, you are going to know exactly what to expect. And Catholics? we're so well trained that we do not need to be told when to stand up - we all ready know when to stand up or sit down or kneel (although we are kneeling less and less these day and I don’t like it) we also rarely sway.
After the service there was a very large reception. I had no idea they were going to feed us! And boy did they feed us. Damn. I’m still full and it’s been two days now. If you see a Nigerian restaurant? Eat there, you will not be sorry. The party goers (those who were not playing Amish for a day, so pretty much everyone who was not me, although there was a white couple there dressed in dashikis) were all dressed in traditional Nigerian clothing , complicated looking head pieces and long gowns (I know they are not called “gowns” I didn’t know a polite way to ask “What do you call what you are wearing?”) all rendered in beautiful fabrics with fabulous textures and patterns. Looking around, it was like being in a display of very dignified flowering plants. But you know what? No kente cloth, not a scrap.
I went to Mass immediately after the party and who was saying the Mass but our Nigerian priest.
Tiny E is a whole week old.
And how was your weekend? I had a short to do list for once. I have now gone two whole weekends not scrubbing my floors on my hands and knees! I think this is a huge plus, weekendwise. I mean on the scale of fun ways to spend your weekend, I think floor scrubbing comes in between catching up on your “hand wash only” laundry and cleaning under your refrigerator. Both useful tasks, both things that if you can not do them? Still okay. I mean, if you can put that hand washing in a delicate’s bag and let the machine do it, why not? And if someone is in your house checking under your refrigerator for dust bunnies? It means they don’t love you, and if you are asked to clean under your refrigerator? Move. Just take what you can and leave. You can start over somewhere else, it’ll be easier.
I was invited to a birthday party for a co-worker. I walked in the door and went from "doesn't she look nice?" to "why did she come dressed as an Amish person?" in a blink of an eye. I looked nice, I just didn't look like them. I looked like an Amish gone out on the town. My co-worker is Nigerian and so were most of the people in attendance to the point where I thought I was in a Benniton ad from the early eighties, only with less neon. Nice Nigerian ladies do not wear neon.
The birthday party was held at a local church and prior to the party there was a service. Do you know why the Catholic Church doesn’t employ “Praise Bands”? Because we have pipe organs. I think if you need to keep taking breaks to goose the congregation with a synthesizer and a girl singer, you may very well want to look at how long services are running .
I couldn’t decided if I was a bad charismatic or of they were bad Catholics. Because, really, this was no way to run a Mass. People just seemed to randomly get up from their pews (no kneelers!) and speak and these speeches useually turned into prayers . I couldn’t tell what kind of Protestants they were. There are so many different varieties of Christians these days, fundamentalists, Charismatics, Pentecostals, babists... the re-formation has come a long way since the advent of the Lutherans. The service I attended there was no speaking in tongues, so I guess they were not Pentecostals, but there were a great deal of very long prayers and clapping and swaying and praise banding.
People may bitch about us, but go to Mass in Manila or Berlin, you are going to know exactly what to expect. And Catholics? we're so well trained that we do not need to be told when to stand up - we all ready know when to stand up or sit down or kneel (although we are kneeling less and less these day and I don’t like it) we also rarely sway.
After the service there was a very large reception. I had no idea they were going to feed us! And boy did they feed us. Damn. I’m still full and it’s been two days now. If you see a Nigerian restaurant? Eat there, you will not be sorry. The party goers (those who were not playing Amish for a day, so pretty much everyone who was not me, although there was a white couple there dressed in dashikis) were all dressed in traditional Nigerian clothing , complicated looking head pieces and long gowns (I know they are not called “gowns” I didn’t know a polite way to ask “What do you call what you are wearing?”) all rendered in beautiful fabrics with fabulous textures and patterns. Looking around, it was like being in a display of very dignified flowering plants. But you know what? No kente cloth, not a scrap.
I went to Mass immediately after the party and who was saying the Mass but our Nigerian priest.
Sunday, October 1, 2006
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
TGIF
When I left for work this morning it was over cast and cool. Lovely, I said to myself. I will open the blinds and the little animals can enjoy the nice, cool day. Great. I opened everything up and hummed Let the sun shine in and went to work
By lunch it was hot and I was seriously rethinking the whole “Let The Sun Shine in” thing. Shiny sun is hot sun is sun that makes the house too hot. Great. I love coming home to a hot house, let’s hear it for photosynthesis! True, The Kitty and Dogger end up with nice shiny growth and they flower like crazy, but it’s not worth the extra pruning I have to do.
And so time passed and I looked outside and it had returned to it’s normally scheduled partly sunny-ness, with an emphasis on the “partly” part but then it got sunny again. Of course the car is going to be hot too. It’s almost October, you would think the weather would get with the program all ready. Summer is over, it’s time for sweaters and cords and heavy socks. I really want to put away my shorts and tee shirts. I would say “and bring out my sweaters and turtle necks” but they never really went away because they never quite got put away. I prefer to look at is as efficacy instead of laziness. I knew I would be needing those clothes again and when I did need them I would need them now and it would save me lots of time if I could find them, or better yet, not have to “find” them, but that they would all ready be ready to go.
You can make something into anything you want it to be, it’s called “spin”.
I spend a lot of time at the dog park. A lot. How much? A lot, too much. But you know, life is about sacrifice and spending my evenings chatting with other dog people (instead of walking the dog) is the kind of sacrifice I am willing to make. Anyway. Things I have overheard at the park:
My wife and daughter asked me where I was, I told them I took the dog to go check his pee mail!
And
Speaker 1 -How old is your dog?
Speaker 2 -three years, four months and eighteen days.
Speaker 1 -You have absolutely no life do you?
(pause)
Speaker 2 - No, no I don’t.
I have been trying to be better. I took Dogger for an actual walk yesterday before we went to the park and while she did a little less full bore running around once we got there, she was hardly too tired to play. She had the energy necessary to go drink from the buckets and then go wipe her face all over innocent bystanders. It sucks that it’s about to get too dark for me to go at my regular time. I went really early the other day and the early dogs just aren’t as cool as the late dogs. I guess the evening dogs are kind of the popular kids at the dog park. The early dogs carried around brief cases and wore coke bottle glasses and if they had been wearing pants they would have been high waters.
Doggers awesome light up collar thing is going to be so handy once it gets darker. The park officially closes at dusk but people are there after dark all the time. It will be harder to find the dog poop though and that could be a problem. I hadn’t thought about that. If I’m all ready thinking about how easy it would be to conveniently not be able to find her dog bombs, you can bet I’m not the first. It could get ugly.
When I left for work this morning it was over cast and cool. Lovely, I said to myself. I will open the blinds and the little animals can enjoy the nice, cool day. Great. I opened everything up and hummed Let the sun shine in and went to work
By lunch it was hot and I was seriously rethinking the whole “Let The Sun Shine in” thing. Shiny sun is hot sun is sun that makes the house too hot. Great. I love coming home to a hot house, let’s hear it for photosynthesis! True, The Kitty and Dogger end up with nice shiny growth and they flower like crazy, but it’s not worth the extra pruning I have to do.
And so time passed and I looked outside and it had returned to it’s normally scheduled partly sunny-ness, with an emphasis on the “partly” part but then it got sunny again. Of course the car is going to be hot too. It’s almost October, you would think the weather would get with the program all ready. Summer is over, it’s time for sweaters and cords and heavy socks. I really want to put away my shorts and tee shirts. I would say “and bring out my sweaters and turtle necks” but they never really went away because they never quite got put away. I prefer to look at is as efficacy instead of laziness. I knew I would be needing those clothes again and when I did need them I would need them now and it would save me lots of time if I could find them, or better yet, not have to “find” them, but that they would all ready be ready to go.
You can make something into anything you want it to be, it’s called “spin”.
I spend a lot of time at the dog park. A lot. How much? A lot, too much. But you know, life is about sacrifice and spending my evenings chatting with other dog people (instead of walking the dog) is the kind of sacrifice I am willing to make. Anyway. Things I have overheard at the park:
My wife and daughter asked me where I was, I told them I took the dog to go check his pee mail!
And
Speaker 1 -How old is your dog?
Speaker 2 -three years, four months and eighteen days.
Speaker 1 -You have absolutely no life do you?
(pause)
Speaker 2 - No, no I don’t.
I have been trying to be better. I took Dogger for an actual walk yesterday before we went to the park and while she did a little less full bore running around once we got there, she was hardly too tired to play. She had the energy necessary to go drink from the buckets and then go wipe her face all over innocent bystanders. It sucks that it’s about to get too dark for me to go at my regular time. I went really early the other day and the early dogs just aren’t as cool as the late dogs. I guess the evening dogs are kind of the popular kids at the dog park. The early dogs carried around brief cases and wore coke bottle glasses and if they had been wearing pants they would have been high waters.
Doggers awesome light up collar thing is going to be so handy once it gets darker. The park officially closes at dusk but people are there after dark all the time. It will be harder to find the dog poop though and that could be a problem. I hadn’t thought about that. If I’m all ready thinking about how easy it would be to conveniently not be able to find her dog bombs, you can bet I’m not the first. It could get ugly.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Do unto others…
So, it was 9:30 and I was starting to wonder what I was going to have for lunch. What? You don’t plan ahead? You just head out of the lot at noon and just go where ever the wind takes you? Right. Lunch is an important activity. The day revolves around lunch. Don’t kid yourself.
Anyway, so its 9:30 and I’m trying to decide what I feel like eating. I’m not feeling too hopeful. I don’t want a burger, I just had pizza and I don’t want to drive as far as the Chinese place. I’m stumped.
Lunch time rolls around and I’m still not sure. I remember that I finished my book yesterday and I didn’t have time to replace it. Damn. But then I remember that today is the day that the weekly Indy paper comes out! I can just find one of those and read that at lunch. Cool. But. Where to get a copy of it? I am also remembering that I need to cheap cat food at home. I’m running out and if I go get it now I can avoid getting it later. I like this. I also suffer some kind of brain fart because I try to find the one true cheap cat food at the wrong grocery store. Why did I think they sold the Kroger brand cheap cat food at Food Lion. Food Lion doesn’t even carry their own cheap cat food much less Kroger brand cheap cat food.
I so needed to drive over there so I could drive back empty handed. Gas is so cheap now I can afford to make pointless trips for nothing. Oh, wait, except for no it isn’t. I did look for a copy of the weekly Indy paper but the boxes were empty. Damn.
So onward and outward.
Back towards work, I decide that if pressed I could eat at Burger Yucky. I really hate Burger Yucky but the place is near where I was fairly certain I can pick up a copy of the weekly Indy.
I was not certain enough. Nada. Nothing. No weekly Indy for me. Well damn.
I did have a book to read in the car. It makes me mad though and I really didn’t want to spend my lunch reading about how Satan took over our media. I mean, it really messes with my digestion. A book detailing Satan’s’ works among us is not a good thing to try to sit down to lunch with. I think Carl Hiaasen really needs to write another book pronto. Hiaasen doesn’t mess with my digestion at all, even when he’s using farm implements to shred scum bags or feeding honey slathered gombahs to fire ants … he not once gave me indigestion but reading about Satan’s minion Rupert Murdock gives me heartburn.
Okay.
You know? If Cark Hiaasen really loved me he would write a book where his protagonists or one of their associates killed or arranged for Sean Hannity and or Anna Coulter to be killed. I mean he’s really, really good at coming up with new and imaginative modes of death. He has brought the offing of deserving scum bags to an art form… he’s come up with some really, really satisfying ways of punishing bad people for taking happiness in doing bad things to good people... Imagine what he would do to deserving evil doers like Hannity and Coulter…
So, it was 9:30 and I was starting to wonder what I was going to have for lunch. What? You don’t plan ahead? You just head out of the lot at noon and just go where ever the wind takes you? Right. Lunch is an important activity. The day revolves around lunch. Don’t kid yourself.
Anyway, so its 9:30 and I’m trying to decide what I feel like eating. I’m not feeling too hopeful. I don’t want a burger, I just had pizza and I don’t want to drive as far as the Chinese place. I’m stumped.
Lunch time rolls around and I’m still not sure. I remember that I finished my book yesterday and I didn’t have time to replace it. Damn. But then I remember that today is the day that the weekly Indy paper comes out! I can just find one of those and read that at lunch. Cool. But. Where to get a copy of it? I am also remembering that I need to cheap cat food at home. I’m running out and if I go get it now I can avoid getting it later. I like this. I also suffer some kind of brain fart because I try to find the one true cheap cat food at the wrong grocery store. Why did I think they sold the Kroger brand cheap cat food at Food Lion. Food Lion doesn’t even carry their own cheap cat food much less Kroger brand cheap cat food.
I so needed to drive over there so I could drive back empty handed. Gas is so cheap now I can afford to make pointless trips for nothing. Oh, wait, except for no it isn’t. I did look for a copy of the weekly Indy paper but the boxes were empty. Damn.
So onward and outward.
Back towards work, I decide that if pressed I could eat at Burger Yucky. I really hate Burger Yucky but the place is near where I was fairly certain I can pick up a copy of the weekly Indy.
I was not certain enough. Nada. Nothing. No weekly Indy for me. Well damn.
I did have a book to read in the car. It makes me mad though and I really didn’t want to spend my lunch reading about how Satan took over our media. I mean, it really messes with my digestion. A book detailing Satan’s’ works among us is not a good thing to try to sit down to lunch with. I think Carl Hiaasen really needs to write another book pronto. Hiaasen doesn’t mess with my digestion at all, even when he’s using farm implements to shred scum bags or feeding honey slathered gombahs to fire ants … he not once gave me indigestion but reading about Satan’s minion Rupert Murdock gives me heartburn.
Okay.
You know? If Cark Hiaasen really loved me he would write a book where his protagonists or one of their associates killed or arranged for Sean Hannity and or Anna Coulter to be killed. I mean he’s really, really good at coming up with new and imaginative modes of death. He has brought the offing of deserving scum bags to an art form… he’s come up with some really, really satisfying ways of punishing bad people for taking happiness in doing bad things to good people... Imagine what he would do to deserving evil doers like Hannity and Coulter…
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Ummmmm.
See, this is what happened. I would written an entry, most likely a hugely meaningful entry of deep thoughts and deep philosophies and whatnot, but, instead I got sucked into the many armed, all powerful, swirling vortex that is a two day old infant. How could something that small have such a strong gravitational pull? It’s uncanny I tell you and completely irresistible.
See, this is what happened. I would written an entry, most likely a hugely meaningful entry of deep thoughts and deep philosophies and whatnot, but, instead I got sucked into the many armed, all powerful, swirling vortex that is a two day old infant. How could something that small have such a strong gravitational pull? It’s uncanny I tell you and completely irresistible.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Grass green, sky blue part???
The GOP-controlled House has rejected a Democratic motion for a rare closed session to discuss intelligence on terrorism.
from CNN.com
The GOP-controlled House has rejected a Democratic motion for a rare closed session to discuss intelligence on terrorism.
from CNN.com
Jell-ous
Really. I am getting so sick of the abundance of pretty, young, almost model-calibre women appearing in all of the L&O shows, while its only the men who are allowed to be average, middle aged and realistic. - Witless TWOP poster
A common complaint, but the men on LO aren't all that "realistic" either. The only thing they have in common with real law enforcement is be their gender. Most cops and lawyers don't look half as good as Jesse L. Martin or Chris Noth or Vincent Diofrino and none of them, cops, attorneys, bad guys, good guys, victims, loved ones, have such a good wardrobe department working for them. The other constant whine I read there being "Pretty women are evol and unqualified! They should all die! No woman with fewer then three chins and over 5'9 could properly do the (any) job! She's just too young and pretty to be a _______! . The other claim is that any woman who weighs less than a Honda must be a hoor!
Of course, the male actors on the same show are equally too young and pretty to be doing the their jobs, but for some reason no one cares about that little issue. It's besides the point and OMG he's teh hawt! I love TWoP, to a degree (but less and less everyday) but that kind of self pitying prattling and double standard fu is wearing me down. I would hate to have to remind the poster that shockingly, all the Law and order shows are on television. They are all Television programs and everyone one the shows are actors. Actors tend to be prettier, younger and weigh 25 pounds less than the rest of us. You aren't going to find a fat, ugly actress getting a lot of work on TV unless she's funny and then Ms. Fat n' Funny isn't going to be on Law and Order.
I'm not sure if the poster has ever noticed, but most of the actors on TV tend to be 15 years too young to be in whatever high powered position they are supposed to be portraying. On TV the world is run by a 28 year old (really, really handsome) wunderkind and the 23 year old Miss Hot Bod winner that loves him. It always has and it shall ever be thus.
I mean, I've bitched about it too. There is no way that in real life that a Jim Belushi would ever even be able to date, much less marry a Courtney Thorne Smith. It would not be genetically feasible, no one that pretty would pollute their superior genes that way - her ovaries would shut down in protest! - but on TV, no man can ever be too fat, too unattractive and too moronic to not get a really hot blond girl ( but almost always really smart) to marry him. It goes against reason. It's TV.
The writers of these shows look like Belushi. The woman who watch these shows wish they looked like Courtney Thorne Smith - they don't but they married some guy who could double for Belushi. They also think the Belushi doppelganger they married is a moron and they like watching him mess up and be wrong every week while they and CTS are portrayed as being always right and never, ever, wrong about anything ever. They also like it that CTS never has to apologize for anything, ever. If CTS forgets JBs birthday its a minor issue, after all he's so dumb he forgot too and he doesn't deserve to have his birthday remembered anyway, it's his fault for not reminding her - but if JB forgets CTS birthday! He's a dead man and the rest of us get to spend 23 minutes watching him beg and plead for forgiveness before CTS finally besides to let him and us, off the hook until the next time.
Really. I am getting so sick of the abundance of pretty, young, almost model-calibre women appearing in all of the L&O shows, while its only the men who are allowed to be average, middle aged and realistic. - Witless TWOP poster
A common complaint, but the men on LO aren't all that "realistic" either. The only thing they have in common with real law enforcement is be their gender. Most cops and lawyers don't look half as good as Jesse L. Martin or Chris Noth or Vincent Diofrino and none of them, cops, attorneys, bad guys, good guys, victims, loved ones, have such a good wardrobe department working for them. The other constant whine I read there being "Pretty women are evol and unqualified! They should all die! No woman with fewer then three chins and over 5'9 could properly do the (any) job! She's just too young and pretty to be a _______! . The other claim is that any woman who weighs less than a Honda must be a hoor!
Of course, the male actors on the same show are equally too young and pretty to be doing the their jobs, but for some reason no one cares about that little issue. It's besides the point and OMG he's teh hawt! I love TWoP, to a degree (but less and less everyday) but that kind of self pitying prattling and double standard fu is wearing me down. I would hate to have to remind the poster that shockingly, all the Law and order shows are on television. They are all Television programs and everyone one the shows are actors. Actors tend to be prettier, younger and weigh 25 pounds less than the rest of us. You aren't going to find a fat, ugly actress getting a lot of work on TV unless she's funny and then Ms. Fat n' Funny isn't going to be on Law and Order.
I'm not sure if the poster has ever noticed, but most of the actors on TV tend to be 15 years too young to be in whatever high powered position they are supposed to be portraying. On TV the world is run by a 28 year old (really, really handsome) wunderkind and the 23 year old Miss Hot Bod winner that loves him. It always has and it shall ever be thus.
I mean, I've bitched about it too. There is no way that in real life that a Jim Belushi would ever even be able to date, much less marry a Courtney Thorne Smith. It would not be genetically feasible, no one that pretty would pollute their superior genes that way - her ovaries would shut down in protest! - but on TV, no man can ever be too fat, too unattractive and too moronic to not get a really hot blond girl ( but almost always really smart) to marry him. It goes against reason. It's TV.
The writers of these shows look like Belushi. The woman who watch these shows wish they looked like Courtney Thorne Smith - they don't but they married some guy who could double for Belushi. They also think the Belushi doppelganger they married is a moron and they like watching him mess up and be wrong every week while they and CTS are portrayed as being always right and never, ever, wrong about anything ever. They also like it that CTS never has to apologize for anything, ever. If CTS forgets JBs birthday its a minor issue, after all he's so dumb he forgot too and he doesn't deserve to have his birthday remembered anyway, it's his fault for not reminding her - but if JB forgets CTS birthday! He's a dead man and the rest of us get to spend 23 minutes watching him beg and plead for forgiveness before CTS finally besides to let him and us, off the hook until the next time.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
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