Archive for March, 2007

Dogs Need Weekends, Too

Discover Boating” has an ad that just plain set me off. It’s full of images of dogs being cute on boats, with syrupy strings accom­pa­ny­ing. The self-​​​​involvement and arro­gance required to think this com­mer­cial is in any way appeal­ing is sim­ply stun­ning; the sug­ges­tion that dogs some­how deserve to go for boat rides is transcendentally […]

Why does Apple Hate Fags?

Liberals seem to piss off the strangest peo­ple, you know. But I guess the odd­est annoy­ances come from osten­si­bly lib­eral sources them­selves. Back in 1984 Steve Jobs annoyed the liv­ing shit out of IBM and the fledgeling Microsoft with a sin­gle com­mer­cial — one that’s returned in var­i­ous incar­na­tions over the last 23 years, the lat­est ver­sion an […]

Because Three Buttons and Pocket Lint Aren’t an Opening Deposit

Wal-​​​​Mart announced today that it’s dropped its bid to open its own line of banks. Citing “man­u­fac­tured con­tro­versy” the retail monolith’s spokes­peo­ple denied attempts to impose yet another facet of con­trol over a nation which is already arguably far too Wallified for its own good, instead all but blam­ing the Librul Medya for their prob­lems. Ever […]

That Caps It.

I wrote last week about John Couey, the man who raped and then killed a nine-​​​​year-​​​​old girl, from the con­text in favor of his receiv­ing the death penalty — not an easy view for me to take, but in this case I felt that was the most sen­si­ble approach. He’s been rec­om­mended for death as of today. The […]

Traitors?

For years, the Bush admin­is­tra­tion harangued any­one who dared to speak out against the cru­sade war in Iraq, sug­gest­ing that those who did were — implic­itly or explic­itly — trai­tors to the United States, to the “War on Terror” or the US mil­i­tary. Dissention of any kind was branded as fail­ure to “sup­port the troops” […]

Local Bullshit. Well, Actually, National Bullshit.

So a local colum­nist in the daily paper, Jim Hinckley, decided to show his igno­rance. To ques­tion openly the the­ory of evo­lu­tion in this, a mod­ern, enlight­ened soci­ety freed from the super­sti­tions of reli­gion, is lit­tle more than a pub­lic procla­ma­tion of igno­rance. After all, evo­lu­tion is an estab­lished sci­en­tific fact. On the other hand, is it? Yes. Yes, […]

Guilty. And…?

I remem­bered first hear­ing about Jessica Lunsford’s dis­ap­pear­ance when it hap­pened. She’d only been gone a few weeks when a man named John Couey con­fessed to her kid­nap, rape and mur­der. He’d buried her alive in trash bags. He’s been found guilty. Sentencing is due next week, either life in prison with­out parole — or death. I’m not generally […]

I’m Sorry, but This is Just F&@#ing Pathetic.

Sony’s got its PR depart­ment work­ing over­time push­ing their new net­work for PS3, some­thing called Home. To be hon­est I’m not a par­ti­san in the con­sole game wars. Handheld is DS, sure; set­top is a 360* and I plan to acquire a Wii even­tu­ally. But I don’t care about who makes the unit half as much as I care about the […]

The Project

This is a short story I wrote, mostly to illus­trate to a pupil I was tutor­ing how read­ily imag­i­na­tion could catch fire. The con­test was to write a quick story in less than half an hour, so I did some­thing brief and intense, a sketch. That’s what short sto­ries are, and in many ways they are much harder to write than novels. […]

Ann Coulter: Cow.

Ann Coulter is a cow. I use that in the school­yard sense, of course; I’m not try­ing to sug­gest Coulter has the char­ac­ter­is­tics asso­ci­ated with cat­tle — or, indeed, mam­mals — such as a nur­tur­ing instinct or com­pas­sion for mem­bers of her own species.

Pharisee Science?

In the face of evi­dence such as this, still some claim Earth to be flat and our uni­verse to be geo­cen­tric. After all, that’s what the Bible pro­claims. The video is of Luna in tran­sit across Sol and it’s stun­ning. (H/​​T Stranger Fruit.)

No Euthanasia After All.

I thought he’d make it to Monday, but he didn’t. He wasn’t alone and he wasn’t in pain, at least. My folks were look­ing after him and I vis­ited with him Saturday after­noon, pet­ted him, cud­dled with him on the couch and played silly games (“Got your paw” and “Got your tail”). He seemed drugged, almost, but […]