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busy, busy, busy

Sunday, April 30, 2006

"God Almighty--you know, the ruler of Heaven and Earth and every goddamned thing in-between."



Wow.

I mean, wow...

That guy is really stoned.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

The Me A-Z Meme

Accent: While I'm not aware of having an accent, I'm sure it's something along the lines of an average suburban western Missouri speech pattern. Please note, however, that I can easily (and sometimes unconsciously) shift into accents typical of rural central and northwest Missouri (see Waiting for Guffman).
Booze: I'm a Guinness man, but a purist who refuses to consume it from can or bottle. I'm also highly partial to wheat beers (the local Boulevard and Free State varieties expecially). I avoid all hard alcohol except for good margaritas (and, honestly, after a few of those I'll drink anything).
Chore I Hate: Shoveling snow.
Dog or Cat: I have no pets, but I'm a dog person.
Essential Electronics: At home, the PS2, computer, and DVD player; at work, the cell phone and laptop; in-between, my car's CD player.
Favorite Cologne: I don't use any. I never really understood its purpose.
Gold or Silver: Green.
Hometown: I was born in Kansas City, Missouri, raised in Lee's Summit, Missouri, and currently reside in Lawrence, Kansas.
Insomnia: Most of the time.
Job Title: Home Coach (if you really want to know, just ask).
Kids: Don't have any, but generally enjoy being around them.
Living arrangements: Apartment. Alone.
Most admirable traits: I'll look into that and get back to you later.
Not going to cop to: I didn't vote for him.
Overnight hospital stays: Appendicitis.
Phobias: Swimming pools.
Quote: "If you need me, I'll be working from home this afernoon."
Religion: An interesting spectator sport.
Siblings: One brother.
Time I wake up: About an hour after I fall asleep.
Unusual talent or skill: I have amazing sedative effects on human beings.
Vegetable I love: Cauliflower.
Worst habit: Smoking.
X-rays: Teeth, right ring finger, chest, abdomen.
Yummy foods I make: Mashed potatoes.
Zodiac sign: Leo.

(via Thoughts From Kansas)

Monday, April 17, 2006

Top 5 ways to kill a raging undead son of God

"3. Overindulgence

Convince him that he is the king of rock and roll as well as the king of kings. Send him to Vegas and buy him a mansion. Introduce him to cheeseburgers and a variety of narcotic substances. Et voila! He'll be dead on a toilet in no time.
Advantage: it's a non-violent method so therefore would be suitable for Buddhists and squeamish people.
Disadvantage: have you ever heard "Blue Suede Shoes" in Aramaic? Not pretty, not pretty at all."

Sunday, April 16, 2006


I'm fine, but somebody must help the chickens!

KFC asked to stop chicken 'abuse'

"On a rainy Saturday better suited for ducks, a giant fake chicken sat in a wheelchair on the Western Avenue sidewalk, with a sign stating 'Broken Wings and Legs' sitting in its fuzzy white lap. The 'chicken' roosted for an hour Saturday in front of al KFC restaurant with three other protesters from People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals to raise awareness of what they said is the company's abusive treatment of chickens, and to ask passers-by to join them in boycotting KFC.

'We're asking KFC to stop the worst abuse of the chickens they raise and kill for the restaurant,' said Lindsay Rajt, of Norfolk, Va., the organization's campaign coordinator. 'They're scalding birds alive, while they're still conscious; and drugging the birds to grow so big, so quickly, their weak legs can't support the weight of their massive upper bodies. They live their entire lives crippled, in chronic pain.'

PETA protesters said they weren't asking the restaurant to stop serving chicken, just to ensure that the chickens it uses are treated more humanely."

Meanwhile...

King of Nepal crushes white-collar street protests
Concern voiced over refugees in Chad
Iraq unrest forces 65,000 to flee

Bottom line: Until all human beings are able to enjoy and exercise all human rights guaranteed to them by international law without fear of torture, brutalization, imprisonment, and murder, we should not even be worrying about animal's rights. How can PETA expect us, as a species, to treat animals with decency and respect when we can't even do the same right now for the majority of the world's population?

Don't get me wrong; I think what KFC does, as well as almost all of the animals-for-consumption industry, is pretty despicable. But my problem is not (so much) the inhumane treatment of animals, it's the inhumane treament of the humans who work in that industry. My guess is that if PETA and other similar groups focus instead on improving the conditions under which those humans work, then better conditions for the animals will follow in an almost natural manner.

But, unfortunately, as my past experience in the animal rights movement has shown me, PETA and other animal rights activists simply do not care about human beings; indeed, I don't think they even really give a damn about animals. They are simply attention whores, narcissists who love street-theater* and sell their movement by plastering images of has-been celebrities, no-talent hacks, and Playboy Playmates who support "the cause", and afterwards wonder why no one takes them seriously. Until they start standing up for people as seriously as they claim to do for animals, they are merely entertainment.

*If PETA really wants to effect any serious change, in addition to shifting to the human angle of the issue, they should pay careful attention to the recent protests regarding immigration legislation. No street-theater, no giant puppets, none of the attention-grabbing bullshit that many other "activists" throw out during anti-KFC, anti-war, anti-whatever protests. Much like the civil rights demonstrators of the 1950s and 60s, they were organized, polite, and incredibly focused and determined with their message. And they were very successful.



Ferociously battling it out for the coveted "now playing" status at home and in the car:

Morrissey Ringleader of the Tormentors (The old man has still got it.)
The Black Angels Passover (The best stoner-rock you'll ever hear.)
Neko Case Fox Confessor Brings the Flood
Wilderness Vessel States
Destroyer Destroyer's Rubies
Test Icicles For Screening Purposes Only (Winner of "The Worst Band Name in the History of the Universe.")
Built to Spill You in Reverse


Neko.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

For the indoor-kids

It's been a beautiful day here in Kansas, but it's far too windy to go fishing and I don't have a kite. Because I couldn't think of anything else to do, I sat in front of the computer all day.

I spent about two hours playing with Falling Sand, and then another not-inconsequential amount of time simulating zombie attacks.

I also watched one video of a giant centipede consuming a mouse and another of Caveh Zahedi having a particularly intense psilocybin mushroom experience.

I think I'm going to invest in a kite.


Jason --

[noun]:

A real life terminator



'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com


Slightly confused--Am I a "real-life terminator" or a "real life-terminator"?