
Roots
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I like this time now. It’s been snowing a while, but there is just a light dusting covering everything, like confectioners sugar on a bakery cake. The remaining light is catching the snow falling just light enough to look like pixies dancing outside the window. If I was just a few decades younger, I would be aching to go out and play, despite there not being enough snow for a decent snowball.
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I just loved this woman, when I was stuck on the subway the other day during the snowstorm. She had this great look. And dispite sitting there for well over an hour doing… nothing… she maintained a calm, and even cheerful, demeaner.
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“With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.”
— Abraham Lincoln, Second Innaugural Address
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I would like to congratulate Dell on making a move that Apple computer made only 5 years ago, by removing floppy drives from their new computers. Or more precisely, phasing them out. So only 7 years after floppies were truly obsolete has the first major IBM-compat manufacturer started dropping them.
Of course, the article I read this announcement in was actually more blatantly an advert for USB key drives. Forgetting that it was misleading and highly questionable, it was a Yahoo ‘news’ story, so what did I really expect.
(I haven’t bothered linking to the Yahoo article, because their articles only stay online for about a week).
Do USB key drives have more momentum than CD drives? Damn right. Now you wanna mention why? You know… CD technology has been around for over a decade. The market is essentially supersaturated. Whereas the key drives are so new, that despite being a geek, I don’t know anyone who’s actually bought one. They’re horribly overpriced still, and are only good if you know you’ll get the drive back, or simply need it for personal use.
I’m keeping my CD-RW.
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7 dead on the Space Shuttle Columbia
40 dead in a Zimbabwe train crash
Over 100,000 rioting in the Ivory Coast
What a fucking day.
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shit.
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best comic discussion comment ever:
I’ve never put out for comics before … but if someone would give me a full run of “Hitman,” I’d give’em a big sloppy blowjob.
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Why do we do stupid shit?
Why do I buy a bath tub mat? Because my bath tub is made out of a material that stains too easily. If we have the ability to make a silky shirt that is essentially bullet proof, I don’t believe for a second they can’t make a bathtub that won’t stain if I don’t scrub it every week.
I buy one more thing, cause something else I’m already paying for doesn’t do what it probably should, but I accept that.
It’s true that my landlord would probably be upset if i ripped out my shower. And I probably ought to be thrilled that they’re replacing the beautiful granite lobby with a beautiful marble lobby.
But it’s one more stone in the foundation of me wanting to be…
different.
It’s not self hatred or self improvement. I am already pretty damn good, thank you. And I’m getting better all the time.
Consider it a loathing of humanity in general. You’re average participant in my view of life couldn’t think their way out of a wet paper bag. One too many times, I’ve walked down the left side of a nearly empty 20-foot-wide sidewalk only to have the person coming from the opposite direction step into the street to ensure they could pass me on their right. Because my feet were essentially frozen in place yesterday, I was forced to listen to an activist explain how the funds we intend to use for war should be spent on helping our enemies instead; that these problems would go away if only we’d improve their education and help them develop their cultures. (If you ain’t got Tivo, you ain’t nothin’). Please, get your world view from someplace other than reruns of M*A*S*H. I stood in a crowd yesterday that literally stretched for , but the Post told me today there were “tens of thousands” of people there.
You are all diseased and inbred. If not physically, then intellectually. Not only do you all read and listen to the same sound-bite news-stories, but you don’t even care how often they are revealed to be lying to you.
If you haven’t asked “why?” to anything in as long as you can remember, then please, get out of my way because I trying to evolve.
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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…
I had plans today.
Eastern Market. Hopefully pick up the photo from Joe. Check out the pet store.
And groceries of course. Haven’t had fresh food in nearly a month now. Getting a little sick of peanut butter.
But this snow is coming down. I don’t see it stopping any time soon. And I cannot imagine anyone left with an outside spot at Eastern Market. And if the market is closed, do I feel like going over there just for the pet store.
Hell. I barely feel like going out for groceries.
Leave this nice warm apartment were I can watch the snow through the massive bay windows, to trudge through it all, cold, wet, windy.
And the church bells somewhere nearby are playing a song I know, but can’t remember.
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” Last Thursday I was flying to LA on the Midnight flight. I went through security my usual sour stuff. I beeped, of course, and was shuttled to the “toss-em” line. A security guy came over. I assumed the position. I had a button up shirt on that was untucked. He reached around while he was behind me and grabbed around my front pocket. I guess he was going for my flashlight, but the area could have loosely been called “crotch.” I said, “You have to ask me before you touch me or it’s assault.”
“He said, “Once you cross that line, I can do whatever I want.”
“I said that wasn’t true. I say that I have the option of saying no and not flying. He said, “Are you going to let me search you, or do I just throw you out?”
“I said, “Finish up, and then call the police please.” “
— Penn Gillette
I think I love this man.
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I finally went to the Animal Shelter last week, looking for a cat. And I was right; the right one just stands out. As soon as I saw her, I was in love with this animal. A beautiful cinnamon-colored Abyssinian.
I only hope I can get her. They still have to hold it in case the owner claims it. That won’t happen. It already sat on a window ledge for 5 days before someone brought it to the Shelter.
Monday will be six days since my visit, so I will call them back and check. And hopefully proceed with the adoption.
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Someone bought me a scale for Christmas. I dunno if this was supposed to be a hint. But if so, it backfired.
I was surprised 6 months ago to find out I hadn’t changed weight since college. And when I was given the scale last month, I immediately checked again, and even in full clothing, I was in my college range.
This morning, I locked the doors, barred the windows, drew the shades, cover the picture of Jesus, unplugged the TV, activated the white noise generator, and weighed myself in the buff, to get a true measure of my weight.
178.5 lbs.*
so nyah!
(*When you you stand 6’3″, this weight is not as bad as it sounds, thank you. Last time I checked, the ideal weight charts at that height gave a range of 175 through 195 lbs.)
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