Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
Stupid. Shameful. Criminal.
Florida congressman and Republican Mark Foley is an idiot. That, sadly, is the smallest of his sins.
He has also disgraced himself, proven himself a hypocrite of the worst kind, and embarrassed his family in a horrific way. Appropriately, he will likely be prosecuted for his transgressions under laws that he himself spearheaded--laws targeting Internet predators who preyed on children.
So far--and, hopefully, never--there has been no accusation of Foley having actually sexually assaulted any of the kids, which in no way excuses the rank abuse of power and position from this fraud. The words to describe Foley--if the accusations prove to be accurate and they sure as hell seem credible--are stupid, shameful, and criminal.
Here’s hoping that his resignation and position don’t shelter him from prosecution for his crimes.
Update: And if the story weren’t bad enough on its own, here’s an example of House Republican leadership failing its duties in a massive way.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Pretty Pissy About Peter
Peter Jackson + Microsoft + New Game Studio = Halo filled with longing hobbit glances and disturbingly protracted scenes of mourning over lost comrades.
I fear Jackson’s influence on what was, in fact, one of the coolest series of games ever.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
He’s Had Better Years…(Updated)
This year just isn’t getting any better for Terrell Owens, is it?
All else aside, I hope that isn’t anything serious and I hope he heals up fast.
Update: I’m really not sure what to say about this. If the report is true, Terrell Owens has some bigger personal issues than his bumpy football career.
In an overly simplistic sense, people try to kill themselves when their lives get so bad that they no longer believe that their tomorrows can be better than today. It is hard to imagine why someone in TO’s shoes would ever feel that way, why the only answer open in his mind would be so self-destructive and permanent.
Hey! Who Broke the Internet
At my last job, any time there was a significant network outage we would wander around asking, “Who broke the Internet?” In Zimbabwe, apparently, the answer would be TelOne--not because of an equipment malfunction but because there wasn’t enough hard currency in the company to pay the bill.
Of course, an even better answer might be that Robert Mugabe indirectly broke the Internet (for Zimbabwe’s citizens) by ruining an economy to the point where Internet services and Coca Cola both run dry in a matter of months. From a distance, it’s occasionally funny to laugh at the quadruple digit inflation, the fiscal mistakes, and the anti-Western conspiracy mongering that helps keep Mugabe in power. The closer view isn’t quite so humorous.
Not so long ago, Zimbabwe enjoyed a stable, emerging economy with one of Sub-Saharan Africa’s best educated populations, a booming farming sector, and a decent infrastructure. Now, its currency is so devalued that even the syrup to make Coca Cola is hard to come by; that may sound frivolous, but the truth is that the syrup is cheap and Coke is a standard throughout most third world countries. Your economy has to be in miserable shape before Coke becomes a rare commodity.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Speaking of Intromission (Because We Were, You Know)
Watch. Laugh. Dance to the techno beat.
With a tip of the hat to Jonah Goldberg.
Damned, Evil Wal-Mart
Can you believe the nerve of Wal-Mart? Trying to go and do something good for people who need low cost generic prescriptions--even for people without drug coverage.
The article does go on to criticize Wal-Mart’s employee health insurance plan (rightly or wrongly, I don’t feel well-equipped to judge), so obviously, there’s still a lot of room for continued left wing hatred of the big box chain of small-town-business-murdering stores. From where I sit, though, $4 generic drugs sound like a heck of a good deal. I have drug benefits, but when I recently hosted the Rock(s) of Gibraltar in delicate parts of my anatomy, the nearest drug store that could service my prescription didn’t take my insurance. I opted for generic versions of the prescriptions and ended up paying only $30 for the two bottles of narcotics and pain killers (praise the Lord) which seemed like a pretty good deal to me. If it had dropped to $8 for the bottles, I would have been ecstatic. And I would have asked for some extras…
If this works out it will be because Wal-Mart buys and sells in such immense quantities that both they and the manufacturers will still be making money off of the deal. Which is another way of saying that, at least in this instance, a free market solution is helping to solve a problem so that the government won’t have to.
But don’t you worry, Uncle Sugar has ways of showing up where he isn’t needed. While a company like Wal-Mart can explore ways to help people afford their prescriptions, the government will find a way to make sure that we all pay too much for a system that is far less efficient and far more expensive. Uncle Sugar has serious talents in that arena. Gotta get me that ol’ time wealth redistribution…
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Another Short Post
Andy rocks. Bonus points go to anyone who can tell me the name of the artist who is singing with Mark Lanegan on the song. And if you happen to attend the next Blogger Bash, I’ll even buy you a drink.
On an entirely different note: I’ll try to get back to posting tomorrow, but this has been a tough week in a number of ways. Getting back on track after an admittedly short vacation is proving to be pretty freakin’ difficult. I have a lot to say and very little time to pull it together.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Holy Middle Names, Batman
Military Coup in Thailand
I was checking the daily market news when I came across the apparent coup in Thailand:
Which, of course, led me to Drudge--and the surprise that there was no flashing light or extra-extra big headlines about the coup. There were just a few lonely links and only a little more information.
For a little more background, check this out:
I have no analysis to offer; this just happens to be a hell of an interesting story.
It doesn’t go very far in explaining why so much of the recent new cycle is being dominated by Willie Nelson’s Magical Drug Bus, though.
The Official ResurrectionSong Talk Like a Pirate Post
Garrr, this one’s fer Rae...
Comin’ aft t’ work from vacation be provin’ painful. I be about t’ be submerged in work an’ new projects, nay t’ mention havin’ t’ figure ou’ what t’ do wi’ th’ 3,000 media kits that be delivered an’ sittin’ in me office when I came in this mornin’.
I could use a drop o’ grog. Aye, or, better yet, another voyage o’ plunderin’ the Georgia coast.
So, if I be ou’ o’ sorts fer th’ next wee days, jus’ understand that ‘tis th’ post-vacation blues.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Follow-up to Brilliance (Friday 15 September 2006)
I’m an idiot.
This may come as a shock to people who read my post from a few days ago (wherein I painted a vivid and, I’m pretty sure, convincing portrait of myself as a genius. Sadly, the persona of amazing intellectual capacity turns out to be a lie.
Because I’m an idiot.
I flew today from Denver to Milwaukee and then from Milwaukee to Atlanta. In one of my day’s great tragedies, my wallet only flew to Milwaukee where it promptly debarked and went off to find hookers and a keg of Leinies. I don’t fault my wallet’s taste in beer (although it does have Eddie Murphy’s taste in hookers), I’m just concerned about it’s sense of timing.
I flew Midwest Airlines for the first time. With the exception of my drunken, whore-mongering wallet, it was a great experience. The Midwest flights really do have more leg, shoulder, and butt room on their Signature Series 717s. For that matter, the leather, Recaro-designed seats with extra-wide armrests made me feel pretty warm and fuzzy, too.
Something about the extra space seemed to make the passengers more pleasant, too; or maybe it’s just the warm, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that kept everyone in line. Whatever the reason, it was easily a pair of the most relaxing flights that I’ve been on in quite some time.
The only real comparison was the American Airlines first class leg that I flew in March. Midwest has itself a convert, I’d say, and I wouldn’t hesitate to suggest them to anyone that I know.
But back to my impressive lack of a functioning brain…
On the leg to Atlanta, when I told the helpful flight attendant about my plight, she responded with a remarkable lack of pointing and giggling at Denver’s village idiot (me). In fact, once I explained that the traitorous little bastard could probably be found--falling-down drunk--at the nearest bordello, she even managed a look of sympathy. She made a call and has soon had found my wallet—still in Milwaukee as I had suspected.
She refused to describe the wallet’s condition or even tell me where it had been found. She simply told me that a professional would be there to counsel me in Atlanta.
Lord, but I was worried about the little fellow.
Next: How David made a number of people cranky in pursuit of reuniting with his wallet and was introduced to MARTA.
“Angry Muslims, Please Don’t Burn My House Down”
The title of this excellent, short piece from the Telegraph is “Islam, like Christianity, is not above criticism.” It sounds obvious, doesn’t it?
Here’s the thing: the “war on terror” is really an extension of just this conversation.
This is what happens when cultural expectations that we have (a sense of tolerance for opposing ideas, a sense that diverse religious and political concepts aren’t immediately cause for violence, and the belief that our societies afford us protection when we criticize the beliefs and ideas of others) bump painfully up against a culture with a very different idea of societal behavioral norms. It’s not so bad when those differences are merely aesthetic in nature--questions of art, music, and poetry are much easier to deal with than issues like free speech, free press, equality for citizens under secular rule of law, democracy, and terrorism.
It is important that the conversation about religious violence is taken up right now: our cultures are rubbing up closer as the world continues to, metaphorically, shrink. It would be best if the conversation could happen without war and demonstrations in the street, but that’s the core of the problem, isn’t it? The simplest criticisms are met with threats of death, the burning of churches, and the killing of nuns--it makes it hard to keep up a steady conversation.
“Angry Muslims, please don’t burn down my house.” It isn’t just a joking plea; it’s an honest concern.
The post title is a reference to one of Macomber’s masterpieces.
Update: Kindly linked by Kris at New Every Morning.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
PS- I’m Back
The recent quiet on the blogging front was the result of a trip to Atlanta to see my buddy Jerry, drink a little, eat a little, relax a lot, and catch ProgPower USA VII. The short of it is this: damn, I needed a break and thanks to Jerry for getting me to take one. It was a hell of a good weekend.
The long of it is that I’ve got a lot written, even more to share, and it’ll start coming to you tomorrow. The Travels of Jerry and Dave to the City of Atlanta. Starring Jerry and Dave, with guest appearances by aging metal fans, a gaggle of bands, a couple unhappy Midwest Airlines customer help people, and, extra-special guest appearance by Beauford.
None of which answers the question: why the hell didn’t I think of “Shiny Happy People”?
Gettin’ back in the groove by tomorrow…
Four Quick NFL Thoughts
One: So the Broncos won over an already dinged-up KC Chiefs. Nothing against the Chiefs and their performance, but consider me unimpressed. The Chargers are the class of the AFC West until someone can prove otherwise.
Two: On second thought, maybe the Raiders should have kept Jeff George on the roster. I can’t imagine him doing worse than Aaron Brooks and Andrew Walter (aka, “Whatsisname"). And the serious deficit of skill at quarterback promises a really fun Randy Moss breakdown later this year. Barring divine intervention, the Raiders look to be the worst team in the league this year.
Three: Poor Favre. The decision to come back for one more season must be tasting pretty bad about now.
Four: To all the people who kept telling me that TO would have been a good fit in Denver, I just have two words: ha ha.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Me and My Brilliance
Which isn’t nearly as naughty as it sounds.
This calls for Dave-Ku (the full-bodied poetry that tastes more like real chicken):
A Question for Dave and His Brilliant Mind on the Subject of Good, Cheap Drugs
Oh brilliant David
Seriously. Not All Blonds Are Stupid
Debra Lafave, former teacher and child molester, had some interesting words of wisdom about her legal battle. According to the snippets released on CNN her interview with Matt Lauer really brought out her inner dumb blond.
So, get this, she’s a kindhearted person who loves kids, wouldn’t break the law, and only had sex with a young boy under some pretty odd circumstances because she was feeling a little bi-polary that month. Only she did break the law in a really big way, she did have sex with a young boy under some pretty odd circumstances when she really should have known better, and it’s her love of kids (in the bad way) that got her in trouble in the first place.
For all that, we get to hear about how the sexual predator doesn’t think of herself as a sexual predator because, while she didn’t think of it as rape, she thinks it was a “really, really, really bad choice.” Sometimes really, really, really bad choices are precisely the things that get you tagged as a sexual predator; especially when they lead you to become sexually involved with one of your 14 year old students. No matter how much the boy wanted to do it, the adult is supposed to know better.
Deb Lafave is an idiot who was lucky to get a relatively light sentence; if she had been a male gym coach carrying on with a 14 year old girl, the resulting public outcry and sentence would likely have been a lot more painful. Yet she is idiot enough to find excuses for inexcusable behavior, shallow enough to think that she really needs to share her side of the story in a nationally televised interview, and really tone-deaf enough to think that calling it a “really, really, really bad choice” somehow manages to make her more sympathetic or her actions more understandable.
Despite the title, I’m pretty sure that her stupidity isn’t related to her hair color; it’s goes straight to the bone.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Musical List of Fours
I saw this at Jim’s joint a couple days ago, and, even though he didn’t tag me with some meme disease, I have a hard time resisting talking about music. So I won’t.
Of course, there are so many songs that I could have put in this category. U2, Mark Lanegan, Grant Lee Buffalo, Daniel Lanois, Twilight Singers, and a host of other artists have made songs that provide the soundtrack to my life. I think I owe them a big thanks.
Four songs that drive you up the friggin’ wall:
Four songs that you’re embarrassed (or should be) to admit you like:
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Anthony M. Ventura Remembered
On this day, September 11, 2006, I remember Anthony Mark Ventura. Sadly, I will never know the man as anything other than the scant information available on the Internet. I will never know his dreams or his passions; I will never know the totality of his life.
Broncos v/ Rams: Story of the Game
The story of the Denver Broncos today was five turnovers, missed opportunities, and a mediocre performance by the offensive line. Plummer through almost half as many picks in this game (3) as he threw in all of last season (7) and added a fumble to round out a horrible day. Some of this was bad decision-making on Plummer’s part, but he faced pressure from a revved up Rams defense all day long.
The defense was the only bright spot on the day; giving up so few points on so many turnovers reflects well on the starters. But even they were obviously tired and dispirited by the end of the game.
Last season the Broncos managed to go 13-3 after losing a brutal and ugly game to the Dolphins in the season opener, so I’m trying to avoid putting too much meaning on this one game. The Broncos really didn’t look good, though. They played poorly, made bad decisions, and paid the cost on the road to a team that looks to be better this year than last.
Do the Broncos bounce back and set their season right? They certainly could, but they won’t be making too many teams nervous after this game.
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