Sunday, November 22, 2009

Teh Hate!

[Note: the 'teh' was on purpose...]

Palinophobes Hate First, Ask Questions Later

Slate magazine is just one of the countless media outlets convulsing with St. Vitus’ Dance over that demonic succubus Sarah Palin. In its reader forum, The Fray, one supposed Palinophobe took dead aim at the former Alaska governor’s writing chops, excerpting the following sentence from her book:

“The apartment was small, with slanting floors and irregular heat and a buzzer downstairs that didn’t work, so that visitors had to call ahead from a pay phone at the corner gas station, where a black Doberman the size of a wolf paced through the night in vigilant patrol, its jaws clamped around an empty beer bottle.”

Other readers pounced like wolf-sized Dobermans on an intruder. One guffawed, “That sentence by Sarah Palin could be entered into the annual Bulwer-Lytton bad writing contest. It could have a chance at winning a (sic) honorable mention, at any rate.”

But soon, the original contributor confessed: “I probably should have mentioned that the sentence quoted above was not written by Sarah Palin. It’s taken from the first paragraph of ‘Dreams From My Father,’ written by Barack Obama.”

Heh, that is what I would consider a grade-A text-book troll. An art that wielded often on the i-nets, rarely this well.

I still find it amazing the bile that Palin brings out in people... I think that she is second only too GWB. Good lord, the AP devoted eleven reporters to fact check her book. Really?

If the roles were reversed and Palin was a Democrat getting ridden like this would we hear screams of 'sexist'?

Here is my favorite.... "AP: Palin book goes after McCain camp but not Levi". Fittingly it is in the entertainment section.

My two favorite parts, the tagline...
.. the 413-page tome doesn't contain a single reference to the father of her granddaughter, soon-to-be Playgirl model Levi Johnston.

And this line...
... the book - which contains 68 color photos but no index

The horror, no Levi, no index!!! My eyes are rolling.


Monday, November 16, 2009

Is There Anybody Out There?

Mike's mind-blower for the day...

There are probably as many stars in the universe, ~1023 give or take, as there are grains of sand on Earth...

If one in a million of those stars had planets, and one in a billion of those planets had life-favorable conditions... You would be left with a hundred million planets that could have life.

I wouldn't be surprised at all if there was life out there... What would surprise me would be if we found it... ...or it found us...

BTW, that isn't a background from the movie Star Wars, that is a picture taken by the Hubble telescope. You are looking at over nine-thousand galaxies which contain between ten million to one trillion stars each. There are probably over one hundred trillion stars that you are looking at there alone. And that is literally just a speck of the sky...



Saturday, November 14, 2009

Fu Manchu for You

Effin' Rock!


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Big Wing

Dang that thing is impressive!


For a bit of scale, a 747s wingspan is only around twenty feet longer than this beast. The thing is like a fifteen story building moving around the bay. And quickly. Check it out compared to the aircraft carrier in the background (the CVN-75 Reagan?).

That was just the first sail with it, they didn't even opened it up. I can't wait to see it really fly.

Read more here, here, and here.


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Spelin' not gud

That's a bit of an exaggeration, but I am not known for my spelling prowess. I find a bit of mis-spelling interesting, like a hidden gem in the sands of sameness.

Mark Twain seems to agree.

I don't see any use in having a uniform and arbitrary way of spelling words. We might as well make all clothes alike and cook all dishes alike. Sameness is tiresome; variety is pleasing. I have a correspondent whose letters are always a refreshment to me, there is such a breezy unfettered originality about his orthography. He always spells Kow with a large K. Now that is just as good as to spell it with a small one. It is better. It gives the imagination a broader field, a wider scope. It suggests to the mind a grand, vague, impressive new kind of a cow.

Some see bad spelling as stupidity, yet some of the smartest people I have met were horrible at it. I think the reason that I have a hard time with it is the memorization. Memorization is why I never got good grades in school. It bored me to the point of not caring and I just shut down. Math and science, where things have a reason behind them? I always did way better. But I digress...

This leads me to pronunciation. If we all talked the same, we'd be a bunch of boring robots.

Pronunciation is the spice of conversation. When I say 'milk', it rhymes with 'elk'. I say 'both' with an 'L'. Who the hell cares! Stuff like that makes people individuals, gives them an identity. It is an accent, it is fun.

However, I draw the line when it is forced. Lame.



Best line, "Oh look, a package delivery czar".


Thursday, November 05, 2009

I guess I can turn the spinklers off now...

For some reason today seemed like the start of the 'gray' season. Maybe it is the forecast....

I guess I'm wearing the Gore-Tex to the game Sunday.


Monday, November 02, 2009

I got a Hummer!

I find out now that Clyde the wonder-lab has a larger 'carbon footprint' than a Hummer. That's it, we're gonna have to get rid of him...


Just kidding buddy...

Do I feel guilty? Nope. Hey, if we figure it like that, I'm way 'greener' than a lot of people I know. They have kids! Carrie and I don't, just a ninety eight pound dog. If my dog is the equal of a Hummer, a kid is an airliner! They are destroying mother Gaia! My dog will live (hopefully) twelve or more years and consume a fair amount of food. It is basically all the resources used to produce that food that make up Clyde's impact. ...Oh and the farts, the horrible SPDs that he releases hourly.

Your kid will have twice or more of an impact, probably much more. (by my uneducated guesstimate). The kid needs clothes (carbon!). Their food comes in more packaging and needs more prep (cooking). Clyde's comes in a big bag that lasts us a month, two scoops at a time. Rides to and from school, sports, and many other activities. That's before they are twelve. After that, more food, more driving, etc, etc, etc... then they get their own car (carbon!), own home (carbon!), and gasp! maybe a dog! Then grandchildren and it multiplies! How can anyone have a child and a clear conscious? We should all stop propagating and go extinct!



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