You know they probably don’t strip Smart cars for their wheels. Just sayin’.
I have got to share this link to Capt. America’s blog with y’all.
That is just so epic.
Spare a minute of your day to remember these soldiers.
Please if you will… send your thoughts and prayers to the families of these soldiers. The incident in which the two men were killed in the MRAP happened right in front of Sgt. Bones (I spoke with him today). Not mentioned in the article was that another soldier was hurt very badly as well. No matter how you feel politically or religiously, I urge you to take a moment to reflect upon the sacrifice of these brave men.
Sixty seconds to remember that someone had their life cut short, or altered forever, while serving this country. You can take a minute out for that. We all can.
The sneakeh creepers of teh interwebz?
I have been getting fairly regular hits— some with several page views, lasting a while— from someone who feels the need to use an anonymous proxy service. I can only imagine what manner of person would do this, and why— and nothing I can come up with seems logical. There’s certainly no reason for anyone to be obsessed with me (and have to hide it). Sure, Wyatt said I was a babe once, but he’s A) Just being nice; B) Commenting here openly; and C) Legally required to stay back at least 100 feet. ^_^
Seriously though? I don’t get it.
So, anonymous person, whoever you are… I hope your mommy finds out that you’ve been reading my scandalous blog and grounds you from the internet, just because you’re being icky. Icky, icky, icky.
Well, well.
Just for the sake of clarity, that image was made using this, which is a filter I created using Filter Forge. This hardworking “illustrator” is actually drumming up business by rendering a variant of a filter (and he’s gotten MANY other Filter Forge contributors’ work, not just mine) and it’s not technically illegal, just unethical and sleazy, imho.
That controversial thing… You know the one.
I know, it’s crap. But having the right doesn’t make them right. I personally think it’s a hideous thing, their plan, but they’re within their rights to build the thing. We should not limit freedoms for any group— and that means that when this obviously mean-spirited project is completed, the protesters should only be restricted from creating a public hazard.
I suggest daily protest barbecues of whole pigs (stoke the fires with religious texts, if so desired, because that is your right). Contests for “best portrait of the prophet Muhammed” held, with public displays of the entries. The guy with the Muslim Gay Bar plans? YES. Love that. Get some real nasty folks in the vein of the Westboro Craptists, and make sure their signs are multi-lingual. Billboards. Definitely billboards. Bullhorns. Low-cut shirts, burlesque dancers. Military recruiters. Missionaries. If you just plain don’t like ugly architecture, protest too. Damn near everyone can find a reason to dislike this atrocious display of assholery, and make their voice heard about it. Hell, people have been protesting the Scientologists for years for a hell of a lot less reason— being weird is hardly as big a deal as what amounts to a victory tower for Terrorism. And sadly, I do believe that if it was anything else, it would not be placed so near to ground zero.
However, we don’t have to stoop to the lowest level— restricting freedom— because that’s not America. That is what you find in nations ruled by Islamic law, and we’re in the business of selling our way as better, aren’t we? Let them enjoy the full richness of American freedom, complete with the things that they find most abhorrent and offensive, sitting there in plain view of their daily lives. Sometimes it sucks when we have to look out at our nation and see people we disagree with, allowed to be as free as we are— but we are free to express our displeasure with that.
We don’t have to like it, and we don’t have to be quiet about not liking it. But freedom for one should mean freedom for all.
That’s all I have to say about that.
The Good Stuff
Here’s a link to a bit of local news, via Facebook. Stories like this should be making it to front pages everywhere but it’s rare that they do. Since this happens to be the same unit Sgt. Bones is in, I want to personally see to it that as many people as possible hear about it!
Grrr.
Updated the theme and it of course went back to default for all the fonts and stuff. I don’t much like this one. I like typewritery fonts.
And that reminds me. I have a new computer- I have to go download and install all my font orders from the last two-plus years, AGAIN. (I love myfonts.com)
I’ll be poking at the theme for a while so you know, if you actually read this crap, don’t be alarmed please ^_^
All Dogs Go To Hell.
Seriously, dogs. I hate you.
The puny ball of hair with teeth that belongs to Mothra was evidently involved in some sort of excitement this past Saturday that led to the total destruction of the chunk of cable running between the box-to-interwebland and the plug-a-doodle inside my house. Ripped out from under the deck stairs. Laying lifeless on a mound of grass, severed ruthlessly and totally. Little pairs of wires snapped and exposed like sinew and bone in a really-nasty NFL injury. Now I am not 100% sure as to the identity of the creature that caused this mortal wound to my cable, because it is Mothra’s assertion that the dog was in quite a fury before being placed outside— indicating that there was a mysterious second beast out there already, causing a ruckus. What this beast was, and why it decided to mutilate a poor defenseless bit of communications cable, is something I doubt I will ever know for sure. How the cable was in a position to be attacked is a bit uncertain, but the area under the deck was subjected to unusual traffic in the weeks prior to the incident, which may have disturbed its position somewhat. Something got in there this last weekend though, and whatever it was took me offline for four days. FOUR! The internet was working before the little dog was thrown outside, and when Mothra realized that she’d lost her connection she called me, checked everything I told her (causing me to have flashbacks to my tech-support days, yikes) and then reported to me that she’d found “a grey wire” that was “sticking out under the porch” where she “hadn’t seen it before”.
Well, it’s fixed now. But as far as I am concerned, dogs are far more trouble than they are worth. Some moreso than others.
A little re-decorating therapy.
Changing certain things always makes me feel a bit more in control of stuff, so for several days now I have been doing just that. On Sunday, I touched up my hair color (a flame red shade for the last two weeks now) and saw the removal of the dog-of-destruction*. On Monday I went shopping. On Tuesday I assembled and set up, totally changing my living room and almost making it look like grown-ups live in this house. On Wednesday, I finished the tidying-of-the-desk, ran out for additional supplies, and taped up another box for Sgt. Bones. Today I have to mail that, and possibly head out for a few more supplies- I am having a seriously difficult time coping with cord clutter.
*I am not getting into that subject, holy #%^*.
