Thursday, September 28, 2006

Otter is in Chicago...

Windy city.. I wouldn't know... Cold city... kind of yes... I packed short sleeved shirts. Yes I may be retarded.


you can count this as a post!


Monday, September 25, 2006

Blog dead?

Well, maybe... Hope not though... Maybe some posting later.


Friday, September 15, 2006

Irony dead??? Not today.

Pope alludes Islam may be violent. Muslims disagree and threaten violence.


Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Dear Pedestrians . . .

Just because you have the right of way does not mean that I'm necessarily going to be able to come to a stop from 35mph in a three-foot span.

I'm just sayin'


Thursday, September 07, 2006

Unfortunately, this story is Not True

When Apollo Mission Astronaut Neil Armstrong first walked on the moon, he not only gave his famous "One small step for man; one giant leap for mankind" statement, but followed it by several remarks, including the usual COM traffic between him, the other astronauts, and Mission Control.

Before he re-entered the lander, he made the enigmatic remark "Good luck, Mr. Gorsky." Many people at NASA thought it was a casual remark concerning some rival Soviet Cosmonaut. However, upon checking, [they found] there was no Gorsky in either the Russian or American space programs. Over the years, many people have questioned him as to what the "Good luck, Mr. Gorsky" statement meant.

On July 5, in Tampa Bay, FL, while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26- year-old question to Armstrong. He finally responded. It seems that Mr. Gorsky had died and so Armstrong felt he could answer the question. When he was a kid, Neil was playing baseball with his brother in the backyard. His brother hit a fly ball which landed in front of his neighbors' bedroom window. The neighbors were Mr. and Mrs. Gorksy. As he leaned down to pick up the ball, he heard Mrs. Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky, "Oral sex? Oral sex you want? You'll get oral sex when the kid next door walks on the moon!"

Snopes debunks it at the above link. Too bad, I thought it was true at first

Kid Handsome

My Girl - Elisha Cuthbert the Coolest Celeb In Hollywood

I totally called her a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGG time ago.

Actually, she may be the coolest bowling celebrity in Hollywood.

What follows is my 10-frame manifesto attesting to her undeniable appeal. And nowhere in those frames will you find a mention of her breasts. (See, I'm evolving already.)

Frame 1: Elisha's a top-notch bowler -- and trash-talker.

When I open with three strikes, she shouts: "He's on 'roids!" -- which, if it were true, would surely be the first instance of a bowler taking a performance-enhancing drug not named Viagra.

Cuthbert's bowling form is impeccable, and when she makes her first strike, she invents a funky I Dream of Genie/moonwalk dance to celebrate. "I'm acting like I have good bowling form," she says, voguing. "See what films can do?"

Link stolen from To The People (again)

Kid Handsome

Man facing jail time for landscaping.

Man facing jail time for landscaping - look I think radical environmentalists are absolute nut jobs. I don't think that makes me anti-environment. The funny thing about this case is that it seems that a radical environmentalist has run afoul of laws created by his brethren.

LOS ANGELES Sep 6, 2006 (AP)— To prosecutors, Robert "Roy" van de Hoek is a vandal with pruning shears. To supporters of native California shrubs and trees, he's a martyr.

Once again, he's in court.

The Los Angeles City Attorney's office says the former park supervisor cut down non-native plants in one of the largest coastal wetlands in Southern California, killing a ficus tree and myoporum shrubs.

He is facing six misdemeanor charges that include injuring vegetation without permission. Each count could bring jail time and thousands of dollars in fines.

"Trimming and landscaping isn't done without authorization from government agencies," said Frank Mateljan of the city attorney's office.

Here is an awesome line I stole from this post at To The People (a kickass website).

Mateljan's comment is best read aloud, and in an authoritative German accent.

Seriously, I hope this guy doesn't get punished. He pruned some trees and cut down some non-native stuff. It isn't like he clear-cut a forest or strip-mined West Virginia. This is a perfect case for jury nullification.

Speaking of jury nullification - we had a debate here about that about a year ago - did you know that the only Supreme Court Justice (Samuel Chase - a Marylander) who ever had articles of impeachment drawn up against him was impeached because he didn't support jury nullification enough? Many of our current prosecutors would have you believe that juries judging the laws were a terrible thing.

Kid Handsome - comin' at ya' live from B-Less.

I'm certainly tempted to do this

LONDON (Reuters) - A British motorist who blew up a road safety camera which had caught him speeding was jailed for four months Wednesday, Greater Manchester Police said.

Craig Moore, 28, took his revenge on the camera, which had flashed him in the Hyde area of Manchester, in August 2005.

Although the camera itself was badly damaged, images of him speeding and returning to destroy the evidence were stored in recording equipment in its unscathed base.

These cameras actually increase accidents. They also increase accidents with injuries. They also generate revenue for the government.

Given those three things, it's not hard to see what we should be doing (lengthening the yellow by 1 second decreases accidents and makes people safer). However, given that pesky little third thing, we all know that we'll have to suffer with these things forever.

Kid H.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Robotic Frisbees of Death

I swear I just saw this last night during a Dark Angel episode (I know I'm a couple too years late on this show).


Friday, September 01, 2006

A forest for the trees.... or not....

I don’t really have the vocabulary to really say what I see. I don’t have enough of a poetic heart to put really beautiful things to a written verse…

… but sometimes I try.

Tonight it was raining and I had one block to cover in a sprint. The second I walked out the door I knew I had to piss. I should have turned back, doing so would have made sense. Instead I figured I could have made it home, only a short drive. Just run and don’t stop.

Directly in front of where my Jeep was parallel parked, there was a vacant lot slightly wooded and abandoned. Isolated in the city, from the city. Last chance to pee. Why be unconfortable when there was a bathroom right there. When you are a man, the whole world is your restroom.

Large leaf trees bordered the lot, privacy and protection from the rain. A small forest surrounded by brick, concrete and asphalt. Close to the harbor. I could hear boats rocking in the wind. Pulling against their moorings, resisting Ernesto and his efforts.

Ernesto, what a pansy. CNN what an anti-news source.

The sodium lamps from the street cast hard shadows across everything in a pale imitation of real sunlight. Pools of black and orange danced on everything. World bathed in monocromatic light or hidden in black. Reminded me of growing up in those lights, long before moving to the country and it's real light and real dark.

I found an isolated corner, and stoped. The wind brought to me the most wonderful scent. Floral, yet with a hint of the salt water from the bay drifted past me. There were flowers everywhere. Vines covered the walls, the fence and even competed with the trees. Delicate four petal flowers on vines, very familiar. Google images, I found lacking to name them. The fragrance was so overwleming I didn’t mind the rain hitting me, soaking my cloths. It was perfect. I didn’t want to leave.

I stayed for a minute longer than I needed, found a lone flower and took it with me. It’s sitting in a shot glass full of water now. Only a reminder.

There was just something… right… about the wind and the flowers and the light that combined to be one of those moments that affect you. Moments stark enough for even the blind eye to notice.

Take time to smell the roses, or, pee on the white flowers indeed. It’s worth it.

A scary thought though, how many OTHER moments like this have I missed. Too busy. In a hurry. Absent minded. It’s kind of sad. Anyway…