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Saturday, January 06, 2007

Random Friday Ten - Sex Drugs, and Rock and Roll Edition

Late again...Friday's just aren't a good blogging day for me, I guess.

Here's my ten:

1) Fully Alive - Flyleaf
2) Impetus - Clutch
3) Loco - 311
4) All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix
5) Mr. Brownstone - Guns N Roses
6) Name of the Game - Crystal Method
7) Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin
8) This Is a Call - Foo Fighters
9) Are You Ready (For Some Darkness) - Turbonegro
10) America Must Be Destroyed - GWAR

Hmm....a theme. 311's "Trip the shrooms fantastic" Loco, Mr. Brownstone, Crystal Method. Is it just me or is my player set to drug music?

More Snow

It snowed again this weekend. After the first battle, this one doesn't seem so bad. And it's not like we're not used to this kind of thing by now.

There was a big avalanche up in the mountains, but down here, it's just sloppy.

Here's a few pics:
That's looking out my front door. The car is far from buried, but it was the kind of day where you'd want to be inside next to the fire with a good book.

If only I had a fireplace.

Next is a picture from my nephew's trailer park abode. The side streets have been like this for three weeks solid. It's getting kind of old.
A thought that keeps recurring through my head during this whole storm:

If we have water restrictions this year, I'm gonna be pissed!

Short Cuts

One thing that Rep. Keith Ellison (D-MN) has that Rep. Virgil Goode (R-VA) doesn't have: class.

One thing that Rep. Charles Rangell (D-NY) has that Dick Cheney doesn't: a posh office in the Capitol.

One thing Bush is running out of: generals to blame.

Further proof that "military intelligence" is an oxymoron: the army sends recruitment letters to dead soldiers.

Further proof that Bush doesn't really care about this "democracy" stuff: Everyone is skeptical of his surge plan...even the ones who support it.
Even Sen. John McCain, a Republican who advocates sending more troops in Iraq, said he wouldn't support sending in the additional forces unless the number was adequate enough to finally tamp down the violence.

"I need to know if it's enough or not," McCain said.
Come on, John. You should know better than that.

Like Bob Nardelli, formerly of Home Depot, likes to say: It's never enough.

And in you were wondering, no man can earn $210 million dollars from the sweat of his own brow. You can win it in the Powerball lottery. You can convince the board to put that in your compensation package. You can get the Yankees and the Red Sox in a heated bidding war.

But you can't earn it.

And no, paying your employees a "competitive" wage and paying yourself millions does not qualify as "earning it." Your employees earned it for you.

With $210 million bucks, why not give them all a bonus? Granted, with 355,000 employees, the bonus would be about $600 a piece, but that seems a little more fair. I mean, it's only because of the efforts of the 349,999 that Home Depot had the funds to pay number 350,000.

But like that'll ever happen.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

The Myers Reader's Manifesto

Earlier today I was reading about Brian Reynolds Myers' A Reader's Manifesto, a piece of criticism that shreds Don Delillo, Cormac McCarthy, and Annie Proulx, among others. I have to admit that I've never actually read any of those authors. I've tried to.

I tried to make a run at Cormac McCarthy's All the Pretty Horses once or twice, but it didn't grab me. It pushed me away and socked me in the nose to boot.

There were no quotes for dialogue. Maybe I'd get used to it, but after the first few pages, it was a distraction that annoyed the piss out of me. I put it down.

Some day, I thought. Some day when I have a lot of time. But then again, I may not ever read it.

Right now I'm reading the Dan Simmons Joe Kurtz trilogy. The first book was entertaining, if a little slight. The second book just isn't grabbing me either. But at least it's readable.

I am, however, looking forward to his new book, The Terror. I'd break my no hard back rule for that. In fact, I think I'm going to order it now. Hell, I worked the holidays...I got it coming. At 784 pages, I'm sure it will be worth it.

Gangsta Tripping

The latest on the Darrent Williams shooting. Police found the vehicle used, a formerly white Chevy Tahoe that had been hastily sprayed black and dropped on the sidestreet of a fairly new residential neighborhood (new in the sense that it didn't exist until DIA opened circa 1995).

There's some talk that it was gang-related, and well, yeah, it seems like it is. This Brian Hicks motherfucker is popping up all over the place. Cocaine. Gangs. Shooting people. Shooting witnesses. Drive-bys that kill professional football players.

That's hardcore, man.

And here I thought that Crips and Bloods shit was played out.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

OK, Adios

Man, is Keith Olbermann on a roll or what? He looks about ready to cry at some points during that video. It's nice to see such passion about things that really matter, plus I think it's funny how he addresses the president directly. It's like an open letter to Dubya.

This part echoed:
It has succeeded, Mr. Bush, in enabling you to deaden the collective mind of this country to the pointlessness of endless war, against the wrong people, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

It has gotten many of us, used to the idea — the virtual "white noise" — of conflict far away, of the deaths of young Americans, of vague "sacrifice" for some fluid cause, too complicated to be interpreted except in terms of the very important sounding, but ultimately meaningless phrase, "the war on terror."
Cut. Wrap. Print.

Meanwhile, an investigation is started into who did what at Saddam's execution and an Iraqi official (okay, a guard) has been arrested. More and more Saddam's execution is looking less like justice and more like a debacle.

The US has even said it would have done things differently. And no doubt, we would have.

For some "balance," I headed over to Fox News, expecting to see O'Reilly, Hannity, and John Gibson doing back flips over Saddam's death. I didn't click on O'Reilly or Hannity (who cares what they think, right?), but I was curious to see what John Gibson had to say, and needless to say, I was surprised.

He sounds so very dubious of the legitimacy of Hussein's execution and skeptical of Bush's Iraq plans. The rush to hang Saddam "makes the whole process seem much less like Iraq law in action than a Shiite revenge squad in action," Gibson says.

Then later, he seems to call for an end to all this madness. Take note:
So now our president is going to surge troops so we can try to stop that revenge cycle, to put it on hold for a few minutes so both sides can catch their breath. OK, but if it continues, at least we can say Iraq has a bloody history, we tried to change things, but Iraqis evidently want to cling to their bloody history. And if so, then so be it. At that point, the only sane thing for us to do is say, OK, adios.
Does that mean John Gibson supports withdrawal? Does Roger Ailes know?

Sunday, December 31, 2006

Chicks That Rock

I've been on a heavy kick, musically speaking, as of late. It seems the heavier, the better. If there's some really muddy palm-muted guitars and some liberal splashing of the hi-hat, and even a little of the thunderous double-bass drum fills I love so much, then I want to hear it dammit.

I need it as heavy as can be. This weekend during my chores, I rocked the deftones' new record, Saturday Night Wrist, Slayer's new record Christ Illusion, as well as a sampling from the Masters of Horror Soundtrack I burned to disc.

And now I've been listening to this song by Kittie. Yes, that Kittie. I'm not sure where I came across this song, but it's an alternate version of Pussy Sugar from Until the End, a record I don't have.

Listen to this and tell me chicks can't rock.

They have the death metal vocals, which I'm not particularly fond of, but damn that riff is heavy. You can listen to it develop over the shouted verse. The snare hits every note, but then after the "Yea-owwww!" the drums get into a head swinging rhythm that creates the perfect little pocket for the buzz saw guitar. That's some mastery of metal right there.

Even the (Late) Pope thinks so.
And if you think the Pope is yawning in that picture, or even praying, let me just say this. God doesn't listen to prayers...

The Uncle Jim Simulator

You know, I love my Uncle Jim. I loved him when he introduced me to the concept of the head lock. I loved him when he used to frighten me with the name of Michael Myers. I even loved him when he came over one Thanksgiving and danced in the middle of our street like a chicken.

And even though we live in the same state, it's like...an hour's drive to his house and I don't get to see him as much as I'd like to. But I have designed an ingenius solution.

Introducing the Uncle Jim Simulator.Now I can enjoy bitch slapping Uncle Jim from the comfort and privacy of my own home. You too can enjoy beating Uncle Jim's sorry ass for three easy payments of only $19.99 (Visa, Mastercard, Checks made payable to Lift With Caution Enterprises, and generous weights of kind bud accepted.)

Don't be scared! The Uncle Jim Simulator received none of the Marine training that the Real Uncle Jim received and it won't hit back.

Coming soon: Optional sound chip that recites random right-wing slogans and various lines of dialogue from the hit motion picture, Full Metal Jacket.

In stores now.

My New Official Position

And no, I'm not moving to Arizona. But I might get a 4X4...

By the way, Happy New Year.