tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83787033676188668432024-02-19T17:27:26.650-08:00Trifling IdeasUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-34930408713658961942008-06-05T19:26:00.000-07:002008-06-05T19:31:02.610-07:00Complete with snackbar!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://strangemaps.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/mapofheaven.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://strangemaps.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/mapofheaven.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Tip of the halo to <a href="http://http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/">PZ</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-74895456419532271282008-05-07T15:41:00.000-07:002008-05-07T16:07:39.314-07:00Alright, already...So, I'm playing in a game of <a href="http://www.white-wolf.com/scion/index.php">Scion</a>, (a tabletop RPG in which the players portray the children of various gods from various mythologies) and for laughs, I ripped off Rich Berlew's brilliant webcomic, the <a href="http://www.giantitp.com/comics/ootscast.html">Order of the Stick</a>. (Click images to enlarge).<br /><br />It started with the need to illustrate the mysterious cause of an explosion:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52A0I-jzGOXRJ2G1OdbXu96PfN1EhaW3I7eBWGj-CK2TS4JBgVKKE8eXm2c8UCZ_HHozsBBPgdoi89TQD4LDafxvSqJEHjVuDs0LHb_r6CtEayZslWYhKSXEnjR36Jb_441eyRrZTXX4k/s1600-h/oot4dp_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52A0I-jzGOXRJ2G1OdbXu96PfN1EhaW3I7eBWGj-CK2TS4JBgVKKE8eXm2c8UCZ_HHozsBBPgdoi89TQD4LDafxvSqJEHjVuDs0LHb_r6CtEayZslWYhKSXEnjR36Jb_441eyRrZTXX4k/s320/oot4dp_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197772678059292850" border="0" /></a><br />After that, a title page ensued:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJYOAwC2tY3yOG7dc3IbTDOFXTSp04tp7sgQN2XgNUxS2Tu0X0vPn1s_G8C3z9pK1ANr6KRd6jp51I9iTb6eoLFQ5qCHZMSJLXTwPD6OofjKlmkMBpu7Ot189KM3RhE8fTNKbqA7g4HwT/s1600-h/oot4dp_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJYOAwC2tY3yOG7dc3IbTDOFXTSp04tp7sgQN2XgNUxS2Tu0X0vPn1s_G8C3z9pK1ANr6KRd6jp51I9iTb6eoLFQ5qCHZMSJLXTwPD6OofjKlmkMBpu7Ot189KM3RhE8fTNKbqA7g4HwT/s320/oot4dp_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197772931462363330" border="0" /></a>From left to right, they are: Toni, daughter of Ptah; Sabina, daughter of Ares; Violet, daughter of Baron Samedi; Ray, son of Raijin and Mick, son of Poseidon. Oh, and Mick's faithful companion Daxter.<br /><br />Most recently, and perhaps best of all, was the explanation of Poseidon's potency:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPI9U_x8YGkUvpHw1ehlbjka6Quvqk6ny5oKypWGj-fFSRgJpdTH959xq5kznnE0eBgi1vfkxROmWWQHuqbOa9L9gyvNfpS2LoTKFE9I6EER00IbDS3aaa1OUgVILiQL1yHERv77l37HS/s1600-h/oot4dp_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPI9U_x8YGkUvpHw1ehlbjka6Quvqk6ny5oKypWGj-fFSRgJpdTH959xq5kznnE0eBgi1vfkxROmWWQHuqbOa9L9gyvNfpS2LoTKFE9I6EER00IbDS3aaa1OUgVILiQL1yHERv77l37HS/s400/oot4dp_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197775864925026530" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-9381313417448114942008-05-06T20:48:00.001-07:002008-05-06T22:01:20.905-07:00St00pd Numb3rs and other random things.So, here I am watching <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0433309/">Numb3rs</a>, and frickin' Larry busts out with Pascal's Wager. If you're not familiar with it, here's a nice example:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picayune.uclick.com/comics/ch/1987/ch871223.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 158px;" src="http://picayune.uclick.com/comics/ch/1987/ch871223.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Really? <a href="http://skatje.com/?p=385">That's</a> your argument? *facepalm*<br /><br />I shoulda expected it from him, metaphysical monk-loving wackjob that he is.<br /><br />It's just annoying:<br /><br />1) P's W assumes a single deity, and ignores the fact that there are a multitude of often opposing religions.<br /><br />2) P's W assumes that god (or whatever) is too retarded to detect cynical insincerity.<br /><br />3) P's W forgets that you do loose things, albeit to varying degrees, in any given religion. Time, logic, rationality, self determination, free will, a sense of personal freedom... and much, much more.<br /><br />Damn it, if you're gonna make an argument, at least make a new one. Fail.<br /><br />Yes... expecting originality from the t.v... I know. Silly me.<br /><br />No, but really...<br /><br />The boss is on vacation this week, so I'm super tired. Finally have a day off tomorrow, which I will use to rest and <a href="http://www.bungie.net/Stats/Halo3/Default.aspx?player=Lady+Corax">shoot things</a>, maybe actually explore <a href="http://www.rockstargames.com/IV/">Liberty City</a>.<br /><br />Also, coming up next month, the bestest birthday outing evar: <a href="http://www.exploratorium.edu/pr/documents/08-6Superstition.html">a great new exhibit is opening at the Exploratorium</a> on my birthday! Win.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-69136198273308519362008-05-01T22:51:00.000-07:002008-05-02T13:11:20.000-07:00Iron Underwear and Inoperable Shrapnel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/70/Ironmanposter.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/70/Ironmanposter.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Disclaimer: I have not read any of the Iron Man comics. I just saw the movie. Once. I'm bound to get some things wrong.</span><br /><br />Well, I saw the movie Iron Man, and all in all, it was good. I saw it with friends and I liked it.<br /><br />So:<br /><br />Start with one immensely spoiled, emotionally undeveloped man-child. Torture him for a couple of months and make him rely on his own know-how to escape. Cook at 450 degrees for fourty-five minutes... oh, wait, that last bit is for my frozen pizza. Anyhow, presto-chango, insta-super-hero.<br /><br />Oh, and there's shrapnel in his heart, or near his heart. Or something. The fellow who explains it isn't very clear. Something about the itsy-bitsy bits of metal worming their way into in important organs i.e. Tony Stark's heart. So, instead of removing said pieces of metal, some guy, we'll call him Bob-o, constructs an elaborate electro-magnet hooked up to a car battery to keep the killer metal shards from going further into his chest. Now, I may be wrong, but it seems to be that if you just, I dunno, used a stronger magnet, you could just suck all that nasty killer junk right out. And yeah, that would have some problems too, but I doubt it would be more invasive than, oh, I don't know... a<span style="font-style: italic;"> giant metal-lined cylindrical cavity</span> carved into the man's chest.<br /><br />So, now having been on the receiving end of his own weapons, Stark decides to reconsider the whole Merchant of Death job. He runs up against some trouble selling the new peace-sort-of-liking image to the rest of Stark Industries. While being pushed out of the company's daily business, Stark goes to make an unexpected appearance at a Disney-Benefit-for-Orphaned-Firefighting-Puppies (or something) and finally notices that his assistant, Pepper Potts is female... Finally paying attention to her, because she has her hair down and is wearing a backless dress. Obviously, a female can't be an interesting person unless she is also scantily clad.<br /><br />Despite these things, I really enjoied the movie. It was visually interesting, the CG integrating (to my untrained eye at least) almost seamlessly with the real-life acting. The timing, comedic and otherwise was so good as to seem almost lyrical and it wasn't cut short, which is often a problem with good movies... they end to soon. I enjoyed every minute of it, really, (save for the bits I missed due to my tiny bladder). And I recommend staying through the credits. Really.<br /><br />I mean it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-68112759283742433792008-04-26T22:25:00.000-07:002008-05-01T23:55:53.189-07:00Book meme of doom...So <a href="http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/2008/04/pretentious_books.php">it's</a> <a href="http://scienceblogs.com/strangerfruit/2008/04/slow_day_another_book_list.php">going</a> <a href="http://scienceblogs.com/evolvingthoughts/2008/04/106_books_of_pretension_meme.php">around</a>: "the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users." So what I've read is in bold, what I've started, but never finished is in italics: <br /><br />Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell<br />Anna Karenina<br />Crime and Punishment<br />Catch-22<br />One Hundred Years of Solitude<br />Wuthering Heights<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Silmarillion</span><br />Life of Pi: a novel<br />The Name of the Rose<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Don Quixote</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Moby Dick</span><br />Ulysses<br />Madame Bovary<br />The Odyssey<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pride and Prejudice</span><br />Jane Eyre<br />The Tale of Two Cities<br />The Brothers Karamazov<br />Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies<br />War and Peace<br />Vanity Fair<br />The Time Traveler’s Wife<br />The Iliad<br />Emma<br />The Blind Assassin<br />The Kite Runner<br />Mrs. Dalloway<br />Great Expectations<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">American Gods</span><br />A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Atlas Shrugged</span><br />Reading Lolita in Tehran: a memoir in books<br />Memoirs of a Geisha<br />Middlesex<br />Quicksilver<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West</span><br />The Canterbury tales<br />The Historian: a novel<br />A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man<br />Love in the Time of Cholera<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brave New world</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Fountainhead</span><br />Foucault’s Pendulum<br />Middlemarch<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Frankenstein</span><br />The Count of Monte Cristo<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dracula</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Clockwork Orange</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anansi Boys</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Once and Future King</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Grapes of Wrath</span><br />The Poisonwood Bible: a novel<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1984</span><br />Angels & Demons<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Inferno</span><br />The Satanic Verses<br />Sense and Sensibility<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Picture of Dorian Gray</span><br />Mansfield Park<br />One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest<br />To the Lighthouse<br />Tess of the D’Urbervilles<br />Oliver Twist<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gulliver’s Travels</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Les Misérables</span><br />The Corrections<br />The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay<br />The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dune</span><br />The Prince<br />The Sound and the Fury<br />Angela’s Ashes: a memoir<br />The God of Small Things<br />A People’s History of the United States: 1492-present<br />Cryptonomicon<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Neverwhere</span><br />A Confederacy of Dunces<br />A Short History of Nearly Everything<br />Dubliners<br />The Unbearable Lightness of Being<br />Beloved<br />Slaughterhouse-five<br />The Scarlet Letter<br />Eats, Shoots & Leaves<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Mists of Avalon</span><br />Oryx and Crake: a novel<br />Collapse: how societies choose to fail or succeed<br />Cloud Atlas<br />The Confusion<br />Lolita<br />Persuasion<br />Northanger Abbey<br />The Catcher in the Rye<br />On the Road<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Hunchback of Notre Dame</span><br />Freakonomics: a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything<br />Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: an inquiry into values<br />The Aeneid<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Watership Down</span><br />Gravity’s Rainbow<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Hobbit</span><br />In Cold Blood : a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences<br />White Teeth<br />Treasure Island<br />David Copperfield<br />The Three Musketeers<br /><br />--<br /><br />In other news, I've got some new things up on Zazzle! Go <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/ravendance">look.</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-58651168939232825512008-02-27T09:31:00.000-08:002008-02-27T10:14:43.362-08:00And while we're on the subject of cats...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWqoHyvYqaw2MYtrJw1r5wmPpjODeISdKxsgor5f3uME2hspLiRFWFwv30drpyBcjtDtRz6p_GjL2z8PcKXJw3rY83qvuH2MmkCidf-xyrhWm3i-mOPjmZ4IHp4knT1_i2_fhIs3biVBc/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171724961957750290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWqoHyvYqaw2MYtrJw1r5wmPpjODeISdKxsgor5f3uME2hspLiRFWFwv30drpyBcjtDtRz6p_GjL2z8PcKXJw3rY83qvuH2MmkCidf-xyrhWm3i-mOPjmZ4IHp4knT1_i2_fhIs3biVBc/s200/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /></a> An interesting thing happened last week, as our new six month old kitty began to aclimate herself to our home.<br /><br />Of all her toys, her favorite is a poofy bunch of feathers on a line and stick; she loves chasing it and when she does finally catch is, she likes to carry it around the house before returning it to you for more play. On one such occation, she happened to walk by the window while holding the feather-toy. Lo and behold, a scrub jay appeared in our yard! Amazing! Enthralled, she crouched in the window, toy still dangling from her mouth, while the jay hopped about our yard. Finally he left and Tara aparently lost interest. Or so it seemed. We went back to playing, but the next time she caught the toy, she made a b-line to the window and stared intently out. She repeated this behavior several times, twitching her tail and holding herself as if at any moment, that jay would appear, called once again by her talismen of Bird Summoning. That's right! Within a matter of moments, my cat had developed a superstition!<br /><br />Now, I know this sort of thing has been observed in <a href="http://psychclassics.yorku.ca/Skinner/Pigeon/">pigeons</a>, but it's interesting to see it yourself.<br /><br />She kept up this ritual for several days. Now, though, she has given up on her talismin, either forgetting it, or realizing in her little kitty brain that the birds will come whether or not she prompts them with her lucky charm. This, then, demonstrated two things:<br /><br />1) Cats can develop unfounded superstitions.<br /><br />2) My cat is smarter than <a href="http://pewresearch.org/pubs/743/united-states-religion">83.1 % of Americans</a>, because upon failure of her unfounded belief, she promptly gave it up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-85234935294991718582008-02-15T17:18:00.000-08:002008-02-15T17:19:25.868-08:00No EvidenceAnd while we're on the subject of Lolcats:<br /><br /><a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/10/funny-pictures-sees-no-evidence-of-celing-cat/"><img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/02/funny-pictures-agnostic-cat-shadows-window.jpg" style="word-spacing:469899px;font-size:469899px;" alt="Humorous Pictures" /></a><br />moar <a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com">humorous pics</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-40923110061943001962008-02-15T14:22:00.000-08:002008-02-15T15:02:53.486-08:00Felis silvestris catusToo braindead to say clever things now. Maybe because...<br /><br />My new cat ate my brains!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4nphyHayz5pKnzEy_pj-7iW_ogNtTeZn_q9kmIs2L8JbVyqKzcMaikLcbFL9Lh-EcwgRBjOEndfPGjNyOo_XPGlDtRQ5ELVhCWOSj10aR6cCc1uq-JDzio_Iu6dx_dcIHyFaF2zJbGik/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167342604962178530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4nphyHayz5pKnzEy_pj-7iW_ogNtTeZn_q9kmIs2L8JbVyqKzcMaikLcbFL9Lh-EcwgRBjOEndfPGjNyOo_XPGlDtRQ5ELVhCWOSj10aR6cCc1uq-JDzio_Iu6dx_dcIHyFaF2zJbGik/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Meet Tara (pronounced 'Terra'). This classy kitty enjoys carrying her feather toys around the house, riding on shoulders, and trying to nurse on fuzzy blankets. Also, cruizin' in her sandcrawler.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmxs_RGjVAXhyUh6C95jZuELweOdycWOzNwi-IZTXSOemZE4E1ZHYXjigL56THU881jeS7I8Bdt_9pMNzAdrn26Eo9mrtCExwxtK4Fkh_9cYnD91z0pjasP9eAJxchz9lk-5YSoSqLAW5/s1600-h/jawacat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmxs_RGjVAXhyUh6C95jZuELweOdycWOzNwi-IZTXSOemZE4E1ZHYXjigL56THU881jeS7I8Bdt_9pMNzAdrn26Eo9mrtCExwxtK4Fkh_9cYnD91z0pjasP9eAJxchz9lk-5YSoSqLAW5/s320/jawacat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167345641504056818" /></a><br /><br />Actual posts will occur soon...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-91153577457028630842008-01-22T19:21:00.000-08:002008-02-04T19:06:24.153-08:00It's Still Alive...<em>(Cloverfield spoilers)</em><br /><a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/cloverfield/cloverfield_galleryteaser2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand" height="354" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/cloverfield/cloverfield_galleryteaser2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So, I saw <a href="http://www.cloverfieldmovie.com/">Cloverfield</a> the other day, and I am pleased to announce that it was really damn cool. I was worried that the hand-cam style would be jarring, but instead I found it an intersting technique to put the viewer right there with the characters, not really knowing what's going on, not quite being able to see certain things. One thing that's left unanswered is what, exactly, the monster is. Don't get me wrong, they show the whole thing, but the origin is an unknown. Despite the "thing falling in the ocean" that can be seen, I'm of the opinion that it's not an alien. Looking at the viral stuff, it looks like the falling thing was probably the <a href="http://www.tagruato.jp/">Tagruato</a> satelite.<br /><br />My theroy is that the Cloverfield monster is actually a giant mutant fish, of all things. Some sort of deep sea <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stomiidae">dragonfish</a>, like a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sloane's_viperfish">viperfish</a>, to be more exact. It's mostly the face that makes me think of that: the air-sacks on the side of the thing's head seem to resemble modified gills. Plus, the beady forward-facing eyes along with it's massive teeth.... yeah. That could also be the origin of it having six limbs rather than four.<br /><br />In any case, the movie was cool. The <a href="http://jamieandteddy.com/">viral</a> <a href="http://www.slusho.jp/">marketing</a> is fun, and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0009190/">J.J. Abrams </a>is still really creative. Plus, in movie form, his ideas don't have time to peter out like his T.V. series seem to do.<br /><br />So, yes, please do see it. Much with the cool.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-13997436962151877432008-01-04T20:11:00.000-08:002008-01-04T21:13:01.781-08:00WWWWOOOAAAAHHHHMMM!!<a href="http://www.sky-chaser.com/image/stplog/p062396d.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sky-chaser.com/image/stplog/p062396d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />That was the sound that woke me up at around 5 in the morning, accompanied by an astonishingly bright red-magenta light shining through my window, despite the fact that my blinds were closed. The sound repeated itself twice more, the light white the second time and back to magenta-red the third. Alien? Ball lightening? The Invisible Pink Unicorn's Holy visitation?<br /><br />Okay, it was just a power breaker or transformer of some sort arcing as a storm-blown tree fell into it. Lightening? I wondered. But what would make that noise? Fireworks, asked Aaron. It was the roommate that pegged it... he'd seen it before.<br /><br />I reflected how this sort of thing could easily spark a more vivid and uneducated imagination, though. If it had coupled with, say, sleep paralysis, (something I experience in the warmer months) I can easily see it being a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">truly</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">terrifying</span> experience.<br /><br />The thing is I'm certain that, once conscious, I'd never jump to the conclusion that it was aliens, or any other pseudo-scientific <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">weird</span>-ass <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">phenomenon</span>. Why? Well, something like that is just as likely in my mind as, say, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">leprechauns</span>.<br /><br />Which leads me to wonder why? How is it I am able to make a rational guess until I can learn the answer, while other people are immediately inclined to interpret things in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">extraordinarily</span> unrealistic ways?<br /><br />I don't know.<br /><br />And maybe there's my answer. I'm okay with 'I don't know.' <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Admitting</span> a lack of knowledge is more honest than any half-brained assertion, no matter how hopeful.<br /><br />Alright, enough with my rainy-day musings. Good night.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-2505264697527675132008-01-03T11:27:00.000-08:002008-01-03T11:29:36.649-08:00Belated Happy New YearSo, I haven't posted for some time, because... *drumroll*<br /><br />...I moved! I love, love, love my new place. It's huge, two stories and has a DISHWASHER! W00t! <br /><br />So that's why I haven't posted. Sorry. I resolve to to better this year, Honest!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-51786592928754480932007-12-09T22:39:00.000-08:002007-12-09T22:42:14.587-08:00The Truth about Santa<a href="http://fukung.net/images/6925/2158.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://fukung.net/images/6925/2158.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />(tip of the santa-hat to PZ Myers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-80933555759841789512007-12-08T09:33:00.000-08:002007-12-08T09:41:15.624-08:00I can haz rest now?I'm moving! Yay! But no time to post. Boss Lady is out of town so I get to run the store. Whee. Working 8 days in a row is good times. Yeah. And packing. And our stupid landlord wants to show the apartment WHILE WE'RE STILL IN IT.<br /><br />Stupid retail holiday and crap. This about says it all: (don't play in a public area)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hj--fCSNrLc&rel=1&border=0"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hj--fCSNrLc&rel=1&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-18483531471126518222007-11-29T20:31:00.000-08:002007-11-29T20:38:10.109-08:00Suck it, Jesus!Just a quick blurb tonight. I was never a big watcher of Kathy Griffin until she pissed off the Catholic League during her Emmy speech. Her new special on Bravo recaps the event and is quite funny. Here's a commercial:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uPljwPmq0Vk&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uPljwPmq0Vk&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-76464272185222752007-11-28T10:43:00.000-08:002007-11-28T10:53:14.385-08:00500Aparently, I'm the 500th person to join the Atheist blogroll! Wooooo! Praises be unto <a href="http://www.venganza.org/">FSM</a>, <a href="http://www.invisiblepinkunicorn.com/">IPU</a> and <a href="http://www.cafepress.com/dorid">Father Squidmas</a>! Now this means that I actually have to post more than twice a month if I can help it. No more slacking off. Honest.<br /><br />And now, without further ado:<br /><br /><a href="http://mojoey.blogspot.com/2006/09/join-mojoeys-atheist-blogroll.html"> <img border="0" alt="Join the best atheist themed blogroll!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/947/847/200/Atheist.jpg"/></a><br /><script language="javascript" src="http://rpc.blogrolling.com/display.php?r=5c200d7707b725a7f687a5095a156653" type="text/javascript"></script>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-60103636148847664822007-11-08T20:05:00.000-08:002007-11-08T21:56:30.037-08:00What I Don't Understand About the Birth of the Zombie Son of Sky Wizard<em>or</em><br /><br /><strong>Letter to a Christian Shopper </strong><br /><br /><em>(Apologies to Sam Harris.)</em><br /><br />All of the canned Christmas music at the mall got me thinking, and I realized that there's a bit of your mythos that I don't understand (aside from all the other things like woman-hating, injustice, and ritual cannibalism). So, here's the scenario as I understand it:<br /><br />An invisible wizard in the sky creates the world and aardvarks and people and jam. He is <a href="http://www.progressivedyn.com/images/Products/Wizard1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.progressivedyn.com/images/Products/Wizard1.jpg" border="0" /></a>omnipotent and omniscient and supposedly benevolent, yet he decides to plant a forbidden apple tree on Man's front lawn. Man eats an apple, and Sky Wizard gets pissed and evicts him. Man goes on to live in other places, but every man who dies goes to H-E-double-hockey-sticks eternal torture. Sky Wizard, even though he's purportedly omniscient, somehow didn't see this coming. "Sorry," he says. "I'd really like to help, but my omnipotent hands are tied."<br /><br />Fast forward to the dawn of the common era.<br /><br />Sky Wizard finally decides he'd like to correct his monumental blunder. And while he's <a href="http://img71.imageshack.us/img71/7236/zombiejesusgr5.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img71.imageshack.us/img71/7236/zombiejesusgr5.jpg" border="0" /></a>omnipotent, and could presumably snap his celestial fingers, he figures he'd rather add in some more torture and suffering. (Since he's omniscient, he's already a big Mel Gibson fan). So he has magical-not-sex with some poor young woman and gets her pregnant, and she doesn't even have the decency to name the baby Emanuel. Bummer for the prophets, but easier to fit on a bumper sticker. So the sole purpose of this kid is to suffer a whole lot, die, then beat up Satan (who, by the way, Sky Wizard also created and presumably never had free will, so can be assumed to be an extension of Sky Wizard) and then come back to life after being corpsified for a couple of days. So the boy grows up, and gets tortured, and tortured and killed all to do what Sky Wizard could have done by wiggling his magical nose, what with him being omnipotent and all.<br /><br />Now I know one of your common arguments is somehow that "humanity needed to see it done like that." Yeah, that worked out really well: over a millennium of rampant anti-semitism, oppression and, well, those crusades were just super-nifty. And don't try playing the "free will" card. If Sky Wizard is omniscient, he'd have seen it seen it coming. (Except that then he's have missed out on Mel). So after needlessly torturing and killing his son, Sky Wizard resets the rules: now you can be as bad as you want as long as you like Jesus and feel sorry about whatever it was you did sometime before you die, and if you're good, but don't like Jesus, you get to be tortured eternally anyway. Sky Wizard sees this as an improvement.<br /><br />And you celebrate the beginning of this torture cycle with obnoxious music and lying to children.<br /><br />No, I won't wish you a merry Christmas.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-69230615123767984532007-10-28T13:33:00.000-07:002007-10-28T13:43:22.358-07:00Zazzle<div align="left">Put up a couple of new things on my <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/">Zazzle</a> page. A couple of <a href="http://orange.half-life2.com/portal.html">Portal</a> shirts and some photos that I posted here earlier. Lookie:<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.zazzle.com/assets/swf/zp/zp.swf?zp=" width="450" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="feedId=117807839552538956&path=http://www.zazzle.com/assets/swf/zp/skins" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/">make custom gifts</a> at <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/">Zazzle</a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-17399890966017110902007-10-26T16:05:00.000-07:002007-10-26T16:25:55.846-07:00Past Life = Aboriginal Watchmaking Bookworm!<a href="http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/">PZ</a> got it from <a href="http://rockstarramblings.blogspot.com/2007/10/awkward-but-cool.html">Bronze Dog</a> who got it from <a href="http://www.randi.org/joom/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=107&Itemid=1#i13">Randi</a>. Now I have to play with the <a href="http://thebigview.com/pastlife/">silly woo-woo machine.</a><br /><br /><blockquote>Your past life diagnosis:<br />I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern West Australia around the year 1325. Your profession was that of a jeweler or watch-maker. </blockquote><p>Hm, an aboriginal watchmaker. I must have made them out of kangaroo bones, crocodile teeth and shiny pebbles! Of Course!</p><blockquote>Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Inquisitive, inventive,<br />you liked to get to the very bottom of things and to rummage in books.<br />Talent for drama, natural born actor. </blockquote><p>Primitive aboriginal books. Made out of pressed koala ears!</p><blockquote>The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:<br />There is an invisible connection between the material and the spiritual<br />world. Your lesson is to search, find and use this magical bridge.<br />Do you remember now?</blockquote><p>Mmmm, yes, and it will take me to Imaginationland where I get to meet Popeye, Glinda, Jesus and Morpheus! W00t!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-87781689644871558252007-10-19T21:47:00.000-07:002007-10-21T16:05:36.729-07:00Sad, tired, typing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJbgidsVgGVgffacJr2BYzuUL45j7yh91LaSngxwDn3pICrYA4VHuYbUcXprNQpAhVTEVtmBUg5L4gOhGxUvb-M6jZqQXN5u6S23y8zRXvVVUqke6GE2mYefX_nwglMUVuOserVqwCGOpp/s1600-h/merlinsniff.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123929968835747986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJbgidsVgGVgffacJr2BYzuUL45j7yh91LaSngxwDn3pICrYA4VHuYbUcXprNQpAhVTEVtmBUg5L4gOhGxUvb-M6jZqQXN5u6S23y8zRXvVVUqke6GE2mYefX_nwglMUVuOserVqwCGOpp/s320/merlinsniff.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuYkvj1paRWiCjd0a6JSndKW8tVjgk98ifFx5kzPaz34wmkFkiWUEWnYAx0tzO8kD1ye-gEUgc87i4MLeMwxdcpHCaQUEEtXFC03Y19_97yNyxJ6E86bE6EcHKROdM6dNTUcaBgps0xx4J/s1600-h/Merlin-10-19-07b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123929973130715298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuYkvj1paRWiCjd0a6JSndKW8tVjgk98ifFx5kzPaz34wmkFkiWUEWnYAx0tzO8kD1ye-gEUgc87i4MLeMwxdcpHCaQUEEtXFC03Y19_97yNyxJ6E86bE6EcHKROdM6dNTUcaBgps0xx4J/s320/Merlin-10-19-07b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAa5rQikyhyYJOuzQpoyOSyEjGmVzAmELNmwy-Fb52Yri77VNxPrCknSBEtVrb0KiKAHqSOpr3C2IMMh4_M0BxjsjnCXqQG7NF29smm0IG9OVf8fpEO0w0-yKHgfLFLbCMX2WWPiJiJeWl/s1600-h/merlinclose.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123929152791961730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAa5rQikyhyYJOuzQpoyOSyEjGmVzAmELNmwy-Fb52Yri77VNxPrCknSBEtVrb0KiKAHqSOpr3C2IMMh4_M0BxjsjnCXqQG7NF29smm0IG9OVf8fpEO0w0-yKHgfLFLbCMX2WWPiJiJeWl/s320/merlinclose.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Haven't written anything for a bit. Not much in the mood now, either.<br /><br />Boss broke her foot, so I had to run the store for three weeks. I'm tired.<br /><br />My dog died. He lived with my mom since I moved out, but he was always my puppy. He was old, and had diabetes and kidney issues, and today they had him euthanized.<br /><br />I'm a sad Jen.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-91116001036652794342007-09-25T13:43:00.000-07:002007-09-25T13:53:11.096-07:00Pictures from Work (please don't fire me!)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpY6q_ROWkN3C9ZuadmXAKRR7rbIG703A72sCmZfxSzP6mc_MAb37WULTKUUk8o8ocDklYr3btI_tySNrmDt8an3XH4fi5IolFarX2PYSaVWZfJsSUyIYmyY6xawxxvqINnHiiGVqNI_Op/s1600-h/IMG_1500.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114246457943424850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpY6q_ROWkN3C9ZuadmXAKRR7rbIG703A72sCmZfxSzP6mc_MAb37WULTKUUk8o8ocDklYr3btI_tySNrmDt8an3XH4fi5IolFarX2PYSaVWZfJsSUyIYmyY6xawxxvqINnHiiGVqNI_Op/s200/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" /></a>My boss's baby and my boss's other baby's baby. (below and above)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUnRsTK6ZTRgr0eV8QT_jm-fRr0YFGL4rmbVcoi13JeuuzfcJxEGocrH6tBxFB69ssnsrh-hXRo2tq-z3ClWI5mlfTF_c9o25MczcOxATrniM39_t3y7nRdRllsJPRnl0WeHsZHH7FBQ2k/s1600-h/IMG_1502.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114246462238392162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUnRsTK6ZTRgr0eV8QT_jm-fRr0YFGL4rmbVcoi13JeuuzfcJxEGocrH6tBxFB69ssnsrh-hXRo2tq-z3ClWI5mlfTF_c9o25MczcOxATrniM39_t3y7nRdRllsJPRnl0WeHsZHH7FBQ2k/s200/IMG_1502.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSCvijOkKfNSquKp2MYrED-b9E96aBQhkKK-fEurCpS_coHm_pxDJs7_AzWT-47fNnXpxq7AdH01lEm7OFaZhbP3dxBtRfH_zKxT2qOn7M78zIbbLoxQ_VU_wa0tso6n3X3ZGDnIg-9NF/s1600-h/IMG_2290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114246466533359474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSCvijOkKfNSquKp2MYrED-b9E96aBQhkKK-fEurCpS_coHm_pxDJs7_AzWT-47fNnXpxq7AdH01lEm7OFaZhbP3dxBtRfH_zKxT2qOn7M78zIbbLoxQ_VU_wa0tso6n3X3ZGDnIg-9NF/s200/IMG_2290.JPG" border="0" /></a> Vivi (above) and Thanhthanh (below) posing in the store.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQsEPq43zVVbaWWp8JoIQ2NR3c86YY3map6bYfm3N5qxD56CV5iMM4MPhCc3iG-aJqUfsBV2jVf330aF_cu-2h_OxveDrFiB9uHgrhP7ujuzFjxksnJgz1myhWLX_2-6OWSRyGsSN8LoV/s1600-h/IMG_2288.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114246475123294082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQsEPq43zVVbaWWp8JoIQ2NR3c86YY3map6bYfm3N5qxD56CV5iMM4MPhCc3iG-aJqUfsBV2jVf330aF_cu-2h_OxveDrFiB9uHgrhP7ujuzFjxksnJgz1myhWLX_2-6OWSRyGsSN8LoV/s200/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xLviDkP_9MmNWZcPt7SVpPXK1QZP9r38QbwMwuF5QHajDc-O4_LI02rB_Cn8KvBsAKPjX7aD_b5h6j7aAPR1W2QAURjaMSWbYD_G_JY8zjLeccctJDO1GT0IGOtyWMlZoR3plskyeOcW/s1600-h/IMG_2292.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114246479418261394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xLviDkP_9MmNWZcPt7SVpPXK1QZP9r38QbwMwuF5QHajDc-O4_LI02rB_Cn8KvBsAKPjX7aD_b5h6j7aAPR1W2QAURjaMSWbYD_G_JY8zjLeccctJDO1GT0IGOtyWMlZoR3plskyeOcW/s200/IMG_2292.JPG" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-1372413009768862982007-09-25T13:31:00.000-07:002007-09-25T13:39:57.023-07:00More Lovely Bodega<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWwFv451e6DtDJUycbPYqbdvt3Fm_UViOgMU_CeU4QxzrakAeS8GE44Bdttxodho5WwpLMQm9LTXVzn38K1lUzwP4r-5JWoJMYfTslg1z43l2uIm-XfEYTlICytsNvdw8eyHURF5aKFlP/s1600-h/IMG_1268.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114243090689064706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWwFv451e6DtDJUycbPYqbdvt3Fm_UViOgMU_CeU4QxzrakAeS8GE44Bdttxodho5WwpLMQm9LTXVzn38K1lUzwP4r-5JWoJMYfTslg1z43l2uIm-XfEYTlICytsNvdw8eyHURF5aKFlP/s200/IMG_1268.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImWNJnbypIhfqUCK7AwnWBt2LcTcLi_T5QJoDj69AdzZ3mFNoG-d_Q_tFvPrTpv-PPVuzQUN_3DvzTSrWAPSkc06h4QJbEMF5xT4EjKP5PMa0snMFUBb2raqJ0Kv22S9MOO5q8QO_f2j9/s1600-h/IMG_1289.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114243107868933906" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" height="251" alt="" src="http://www.survivorreverse.com/images/pretty_china_13.jpg" border="0" /></a> I want to gouge my eye out with a chopstick.<br /><br />For lack of anything else on the TV, I'm watching Survivor: China. In the beginning of the episode, the soon-to-be castaways are greeted at a temple and are asked to participate in a non-worship ceremony of welcoming. One of these mammals is a "christian radio host" and halfway through, she walks out, all miffed and upset. Quoth the deluded mammal: "You know, I'm not a religious person, but I have a relationship with Jesus Christ."<br /><br />Holy mother of fucking ouch.<br /><br />Pardon me while I lapse into a coma.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378703367618866843.post-86859113472542488262007-09-19T22:55:00.000-07:002007-09-20T22:02:43.921-07:00Yarr, it be talk like a pirate day<a href="http://www.venganza.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/jollyroger.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.venganza.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/jollyroger.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Aye, it do indeed be <a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com/">talk like a pirate day</a>. I wore me best pirate-themed getup, but yar, there were no others to enjoy the festivities with me. The mall were dead as a doornail, and not-a-one were doin' his part to <a href="http://www.venganza.org/">decrease global warming</a>. Scallywags.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0