I’ve finally gotten around to uploading some photos from my trip to Chicago last June.
And here is a select list–for those who can’t get Apple’s “Photo RSS” to work–of Dominica photos.
(Contains spoilers about the latest episode of South Park if you haven’t watched it yet.)
John Beyer at Mediawatch apparently has sand in his vagina. It may be a job requirement, though, said job appearing to be to get worked up over every imagined slight in the world. What’s brought him to my attention? This:
Mr Irwin’s family are obviously still grieving about their tragic loss and it seems inappropriate to me that South Park should be trying to make some capital out of it.
To lampoon somebody’s death like that is unacceptable, and so soon after the event is grossly insensitive and shows a great deal of disrespect for his family.
OK, the “grossly insensitive” bit that’s got Beyers’s twat in a twist? In an episode lampooning MTV’s show about spoiled rich girls getting massive sweet 16 birthday parties, Satan decides to have such a party for Halloween (in the South Park universe, Satan is just a big red gay guy, and hell is populated by everybody who isn’t Mormon). It is, of course, a costume party. So Satan, who has been acting more and more like a spoiled bitchy girl all night, is alerted that some of the guests are complaining about a guest who has come dressed as The Crocodile Hunter. Satan goes up to him and says, “Dude, you’re going to have to leave. I mean, it’s just too soon, that’s not cool.”
“But Satan, it’s me, Steve Irwin! I am the Crocodile Hunter.”
“Oh. Well, in that case, you have to leave. No costume.”
That’s it. That’s the total thing. It’s a funny bit, doesn’t insult Steve Irwin (apart from being a denizen of hell, but remember that in South Park only Mormons don’t go to hell), and even acknowledges the potential controversy. For South Park, that’s damn near reverent.
If this causes you gynosiltification, you probably should cut down on the TV and Internet use and go swimming–but maybe stay away from beaches. And consider a good plastic surgeon.
If you’re anxious every time you go some place because they usually do something really painful most of the time, is it a “phobia” or just “rational expectations”?
Yeah, I went to the dentist’s today. I think my mouth will be replacing the Franklin Mint as the primary repository of porcelain.
That’s a video for those on an aggregator. I agree with the line, “May I call you George? You can call me ‘Mr. Shatner.'” Shatner knows how to take ham and make it fun. Lucas just calls it Jar-Jar and pummels you with it and revises his earlier stuff to make it suck more.
The song is good punk; the words sound a bit hokey until you realize they’re not really about the October Revolution, but about the September revolt against the current socialist prime minister:
Being somewhat distant from the current situation, I won’t comment. But I have been to Hungary several times, and Budapest is one of my favorite cities to visit in the world. The food is great, the people are friendly, the wine is wonderful, and the music is sublime. Progressive rock fans should check out Solaris.
Why yes, he does. You can now stop asking.
I haven’t been posting much, I know. But I’m in one of those periods where little has really inspired me enough to write everybody in the whole world to tell them about it. I’m a firm believer in “write when you have something to say, not just to hear the sound of your own keyboard clacking.”
I’ve been busy with work, gone out on a couple of dates, gone hiking, and I went to Sonoma, CA for the Online Community Summit and saw my friend Robert in San Francisco that weekend. I might have some nice photos if I can ever get a selection down and get them on Flickr or some such (I’ve pretty much given up on Apple’s solution, until I hear that they’ve decided to have normal RSS feeds the rest of the world can consume).
Oh, I got a shiny new 24″ iMac Core 2 Duo, from which this is written. Maybe I’ve been just gazing at it much as the caveman gazed at the obelisk in 2001, and that’s why I haven’t posted. I’m sure I’ll be grabbing a jawbone and hitting somebody with it any day now.
Squeak continues to be fine. Still no idea what was wrong.
It was like Walking Stick porn everywhere. This one was taking a breather.
I’m backdating this for accuracy’s sake.
Military-industrial complexes are pretty!
Backdated for your entertainment.