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Random Thoughts

Random Thoughts

I have a bunch of random, sometimes half-baked thoughts rattling around that space between my ears. Rather than taking the time to write a separate entry for each of them, I'm just going to dump my thoughts here in one big, meandering post.

  • I have very little sympathy for the Occupy Wall Street crowd.  They may have some valid points here and there — there IS a lot of "corporate greed" scattered around, I guess — but their point kind of gets lost amidst all the public defecation and rapes.  Furthermore, it's pretty ironic that in a protest of corporate greed, you see a lot of personal greed in them demanding more of rich people's money for projects the protestors deem appropriate. That’s some pretty thick irony.
  • Speaking of OWS, the media seems to look at them much differently than the Tea Party. It’s an absolute certainty that I missed a TP story or two — I really don’t follow them much. However, I’d bet Mitt’s $10K that if something truly outlandish happened at a TP rally, the press would still be talking about. However, real crimes happen at OWS rallies, and, well, those people aren’t part of the movement, so there’s really nothing to talk about. If you’d like a more visual display of the differences between the two groups, Brandon Dutcher shared a nice graphic. No, no bias in the media at all.
  • What are those people thinking blocking the ports? “um…people are making vast amounts of wealth and stuff and uh like…we’re gonna stop that!” You really can’t say anti-capitalist any more clearly than that. As Neil Cavuto points out, it’s more than the uber-evil Goldman Sachs using those ports. Some of us just want our Christmas gifts. And as to those people not crossing the picket lines, they were told not to, I would guess, out of fears for safety, at least in part. There’s a long history of people getting hurt trying to cross picket lines. I would also venture to guess that those same people not crossing the line aren’t getting paid because they didn’t cross the line. I could be wrong, and it might vary from one company to the next, but I’d not be surprised. Way to help out the “99%”.
  • Jim Geraghty had a nice response to Obama saying that it may take more than president to fix the economy: “If it’s going to take more than one president, why don’t we get the next one started as quickly as possible?” AMEN. 🙂
  • I was asked a few weeks ago who I liked in the GOP primaries. I didn’t have an answer then, and I still don’t. I kind of like Herman Cain, but, real or not, those allegations probably made him unelectable. Newt bothers me a bit, as does Romney, as they both seem far too willing to promote more liberal agendas until the political winds change, then work against them. Bachmann… meh. Perry? I dunno. I like what I’ve seen of his record, I guess. Ron Paul’s foreign policy ideas scare me, though I like some of his fiscal ideas. The other candidates probably aren’t even worth mentioning. I really don’t know who I’ll vote for, but, to steal and paraphrase…someone, the GOP could run Elmer Fudd and I’d vote for him. I’m really not a fan of the anybody-but approach to voting, but…
  • Why are Mitt Romney’s or Michelle Bachmann’s religious beliefs important, but President Obama’s are not?
  • If the President really is smart, why won’t he release his transcripts? My guess is that they’re probably vacationing in Kenya with Kerry’s medical records.
  • It seems like TIME Magazine has just quit trying. This year’s “‘Person’ of the Year” is “The Protestor”. Remember when “You” were the PotY? Why can’t they just pick a real person? “Ugh…I dunno Bob. Who SHOULD we pick? Tell you what: let’s just pick something random and vague and call it a day.” “Sounds good, Jim. Now, who’s got that next suck up piece on the president?”
  • I find all this Higgs boson talk pretty fascinating. How they can “see” something that tiny is way beyond me.
  • I’d love a more energy-efficient light bulb, but CFLs contain mercury, making a broken bulb pretty major, and LEDs are too expensive to install in large numbers. So until they make one that’s both affordable and non-deadly, incandescents win the day in my house.
  • The time perception of children is pretty funny. I got to see Noah’s “15 hour” Christmas program at school this morning.
  • Nothing else comes to mind, and it’s time to eat lunch. And get back to work. 🙂
Slowly Creeping Back to Twitter. Maybe.

Slowly Creeping Back to Twitter. Maybe.

A little over a month ago or so (I’m not curious enough to check), I mused about the possibility of complete abandoning Twitter, or, at the very least, making write-only, meaning I might post to it, but not read it. After posting that, I went at least a month without ever looking at my twitter stream. Literally. It was nice. Now, though, like an addict that is “over” it, I’m trying to decide if I should return.

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My Favorite Animal

My Favorite Animal

My mom sent me this story. You may have already seen it — it may not even be true — but I hadn’t seen it, and it makes me laugh every. single. time. So, here you go:

Our teacher asked us what our favorite animal was, and I said, “Fried chicken.”

She said I wasn’t funny, but she couldn’t have been right, because everyone else in the class laughed.

My parents told me to always be truthful and honest, and I am. Fried chicken is my favorite animal. I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA. He said they love animals very much. I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef.

Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal’s office. I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.

The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.

I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, just like she’d asked the other children, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.

She sent me back to the principal’s office again. He laughed, and told me not to do it again. I don’t understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn’t like it when I am.

Today, my teacher asked us to tell her what famous person we admire most.

I told her, “Colonel Sanders.” Guess where I am now…

A Goldberg File Sample

A Goldberg File Sample

As I noted on Twitter, it seems that Jonah Goldberg stopped publicly archiving his weekly “Goldberg File” at about the same time he quit letting pictures of himself be taken. That being so, if you want to read this (mostly) weekly , hilarious commentary on… well who can really say, you have to subscribe. However, this description of his most recent trip to the theater (the pedestrian Main Street kind, not the swanky/snobby uptown kind. Not that that there’s anything wrong with that) is a great example of what to expect from it, and is too funny not to share. Without giving away the punchline, having been burned before, I understand his trepidation:

Dear Reader (and those readers who are not dear and those who are dear but who do not read),

The last time I went to the movies to see an adult film . . . er, I should say the last time I was in the theater to see a film for adults. As far as I can tell, they haven’t had adult theaters since On Golden Blonde was on the big screen.

Anyway, the last time I saw a non-animated movie in the theater, I saw True Grit. The Fair Jessica and I had a matinee movie date.

Before the movie started, there was a preview for a movie coming out later this year. At first it seemed to be like a big-budget film on the Moon Landing (I am choosing to capitalize that, like it or not), mixing archival footage with new stuff. The words “Our Nation’s Proudest Moment” flash on the screen. So far so good. Then, when Neil Armstrong lands on the moon, a new phrase appears: “A Secret Hidden for Forty Years.”

Uh-oh. What’s this? I thought. Intriguing. Exciting. Maybe someone in Hollywood has read one of my weekly letters and is finally making the movie “The Trial of Capricorn One,” an awesome sequel to the forgotten O. J. Simpson classic.

Then, we see real footage of Walter Cronkite telling viewers that the crew is on the “far side of the moon” and thus out of radio contact. Then the boss at Mission Control (more questionable capitalization!) tells Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin that “the mission is a go.” They have 21 minutes to check out something cool.

Oh, man, this looks great.

Suspense builds like a Sim City metropolis called “Suspense” created by an introverted South Korean kid with asthma, a broken leg, and rich parents. The astronauts moon-trot over a lunar ridge to find the massive wreck of a spaceship. Coolness! They start exploring it. More drama! Excitement!

Self, this is a movie I’m going to see, I said to myself.

My wife looks over to see me nodding as if a waiter just asked me if I like cold beer and ribs.

Then: Four of the most disheartening words in all of cinema appeared on the screen. You know of what I speak.

“From Director Michael Bay.”

Suddenly, the bowels stew like a forgotten fondue pot left too long over a lit can of Sterno.

Oh dear Lord, I know where this is going, I say as I look for the eject button on the arm rest.

Too late.

It’s a preview for Transformers III.

No Christmas in DC This Year

No Christmas in DC This Year

I was sent this news and thought I’d pass it along here:

There will be no Nativity Scene in Washington this year!

The Supreme Court has ruled that there cannot be a Nativity Scene in the United States’ Capital this Christmas season. This isn’t for any religious reason. They simply have not been able to find Three Wise Men in the Nation’s Capitol. A search for a Virgin continues. There was no problem, however, finding enough asses to fill the stable.

 
 
National Coffee Day

National Coffee Day

It’s National Coffee Day, so I thought I’d (re)share the Beantat Creed:

It is by coffee alone I set my mind in motion.
It is by the beans of java that thoughts acquire speed,
the hands acquire trembling,
the trembling becomes a warning.
It is by coffee alone I set my mind in motion

Heroes, Season 3: A Knee-Jerk Over-reaction

Heroes, Season 3: A Knee-Jerk Over-reaction

I’m a BIG fan of Heroes. You’d almost have to try to make a superhero TV show, movie etc. that wouldn’t like (simply casting Ben Affleck is a good start in that direction, though :). When Heroes first aired, I was hooked instantly. I loved it. Season two came along and was doing pretty well, I thought, until the screen writers got greedy and cut the season short. Season 3 is here now (and has been for about 7 weeks, I think), and, while I’m still pretty happy, over all, I have some reservations.

A TV show we used to really like was Alias, but then it got dumb (for me). A line I quote all the time to Angela that highlights the soap opera that show became is, "And now my daughter lies in a coma!" I fear Heroes has gotten touch of the melodrama bug from Alias. First off, and perhaps most annoying, is Claire’s "I’m not normal. Woe is me! I CAN’T EVEN FEEL PAIN!" moaning. Constantly. Her victim schtick got old quick, but they’re still clubbing that horse. Last night, she goes from lovey-dovey with her mom, to shadowed faces, growly voiced "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE" to Elle, to "send your electricity through me, then let’s braid others hair!" OK. I made that last part up, but you get the point. This show isn’t meant for girls. It’s for teenage boys and college guys who could neither get into a frat not get a date. Or something. I’m not sure how I fit in there, but here’s the point: enough of the girly feelings. Let’s just see some genetic mutation head kicking, can we?

Another "twist" that has me a bit bothered is Sylar. In season, he was the perfect bad guy. His stare was creepy and just oozed bad guy. Aweseome. This season, he’s become a super wimp. He went from chopping the tops of people’s heads off to see how their power works, to "Oh! Hi, Peter. I wish you had told me you were coming, so I could make more pancakes," "Peter, I’m your brother!", and "MY MOTHER LOVES ME!" They just need to get one of these characters pregnant (or maybe put ’em in a life jacket and on some water skis) to complete the destruction.

Don’t get me wrong. I still love this show, and there are signs that maybe I’m jumping the gun on them jumping the cartilaginous carnivore. The glare Sylar…excuse me…Gabriel gave Mr. Petrelli looked nice and… cruel, like the Sylar we’ve come to love and hate. For the first time in the show’s 2+ years on the air, though, I really wanted to fast forward through some parts. That’s just sad. 🙂

To be kind to host cities, I should quit going on vacation

To be kind to host cities, I should quit going on vacation

The title says it all. I go on vacation and trouble follows. A couple of years ago, we go to Eureka Springs. We had a great time, but, apparently, so did the all the bikers. Turns our there was a "blues festival" that weekend, which is a code word for "every loud and scary biker in the area, descend on this city NOW!" It wasn’t pretty.

Most recently, I took the family to Kansas City this past weekend for some fun at museums, petting zoos, and a Chiefs game. As (bad) luck would Smoke from the pitshave it, Barak Obama was in town, holding a rally. I took a picture from the site of the rally, which you can see on the right. See the smoke coming from the chimney. It has to be straight from the pits of You Know Where. Angela didn’t think so, but I’m convinced.

So to Eureka Springs and Kansas City, I apologize. To San Francisco, which we visited last spring, I don’t owe you anything. You did that to yourself. 🙂