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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Ann Coulter Knows Nothing

I rarely have homicidal urges any longer. Thank god for shock therapy, but watching Ann Coulter on Hardball tonight really made me doubt my self control.

If I was standing there and had, say, a grenade in my hand, would I have been able to resist tossing it at that pin headed psychopath? While I would have not wanted to kill Chris Matthews as well, he does have to account for booking her and then not badgering this anorexic harpy.

Chris had gamely tried to see what would Ann say in regards to a frightening poll that found that lots of Americans thought we had found WMDs in Iraq and that Iraq attacked us on 9/11.

[Skip down to chart 4A and 4B for the real comedy]

www.harrisinteractive.com/harris_poll/index.asp?PID=684

Her response? We had and they did!!!!!!!

Holy Shit?!!!! And people book this bat shit crazy chick and think she has an opinion worth listening too?

Just to help keep my sanity and justify my little afternoon grenade murder fantasy, I thought I should find some facts. As she and her brain dead little lackeys clearly do not have any.

NO WMDs FOUND!!!!!! Search called off.

www.cnn.com/2005/US/01/12/wmd.search/

Wait Fox News said we found Chemical Weapons, surely Fox can't be wrong?

www.foxnews.com/projects/pdf/Iraq_WMD_Declassified.pdf

Hmm, Degraded Sarin and Mustard Gas munitions sound scary! What are they?
{Read section 6 and 12 to cut to the chase}

www.un.org/Depts/unmovic/new/documents/technical_documents/s-2006-701-munitions.pdf

Wait you mean this stuff was made pre-1991, and is acknowledged by everyone involved to degrade to fast for effective storage? Wait, that means we found nothing made after 1991? Or in fact anything really useful as WMDs? Furthermore, this was crap we already knew about from the Weapons Inspectors? That can't be right. President Bush and Fox news would never deliberately mislead us. Would they?

{Here's a little clarification for the mouth breathers}

www.cato.org/pub_display.php?pub_id=6527


Okay, so the WMD thing was a red herring, but at least we got Saddam Hussein and he is the one responsible for 9/11....right?

Well in case you forgot there was actually a government commision on 9/11. Here are some highlights;

www.cnn.com/2004/ALLPOLITICS/06/16/911.commission/


But here is the actual 9/11 commission report on Al Qaeda. Psst, while it is interesting reading, skip to page 5 paragraph 4 for the punch line.

www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/nation/shoulders/CommissionStatement15.pdf

So no, Virginia, I mean Ann Coulter, and the army of morons polled. We have not found the Stockpiles of WMDs and Saddam Hussein and Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11 you GODDAMN JACKASSES!!!!

And get of my LAWN too, ya peckerwoods!!

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Dreaming of real flight



Truly amazing. I can only hope I can do this one day.

http://damncoolpics.blogspot.com/2007/04/jet-man-incredible-flying-man.html


Sorry you have to cut and paste, I can't get the html to work on the link.

LAWL


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Sunday, April 15, 2007

Quitting another addiction

Well.
A busy week.
I deleted all of my World of Warcraft characters. Four 60s and one 70 met the ether of nothing, as they were slain by the all powerful delete button. Soon thereafter, I uninstalled the game and ran a scan disc and defrag, removing even a vestigial trace of the game from my computer.

I was playing spades with a lovely lady this Friday and she was talking about changing jobs. This was a topic due to the fact that three of the four players at the table had all started new careers in that last few weeks. She mentioned that we never take the time to mourn or recognize the stages of our lives and the changes we go through.

So I thought I should mourn and recognize my time in World of Warcraft. For those of you that don’t know, World of Warcraft (hereafter referred to as WoW) is a massively multiplayer on-line role playing game. If you don’t know what that is, or do, but have never played one before, don’t worry. It is almost a certainty that you will within the next 5 years.

You see, certain games or applications come along every once in a while and radically change the whole computer thing. Bill Gates based one of his books largely on this concept of the “Killer App”. Graphical User Interfaces and Internet Browsers are the two main ones, but I believe WoW will be considered another one in a few years. Prior to WoW, MMORPs were considered a gaming niche for hard-core geeks. 150,000 thousand players was a common number for this genre and some thought it might get to maybe one million players at some point. WoW currently has 7 million monthly subscribers paying $15 dollars a month. That is sit-up-and-take-notice money. That is genre re-defining numbers. That is “killer-app” numbers.

WoW couldn’t have done that on Geek numbers. Nope. Women, senior citizens, kids and yea, the hard core all play. There are many MMORPGs in the pipes. There will likely be better and more varied and one is likely aimed at whatever your demographic is.

So I spent the last two years playing this video game. I assume I can make it to 80 years old if I get a grip on my weight and do something to enhance my health, but really I think people get to do what they want until about 60. After 60, I think your options start to narrow a bit. Lets also use 20 as an age that is the onset of really living your own life, beyond the shadow of your parents. 20 to 60 are the prime years of your life. I spent two of them staring at a technical fantasy world, in which I was a shaman, a warrior, a master of demons, a hunter, and shadow-dwelling assassin. 1/20th of my adult life I spent in this world. I don’t think I can explain how absorbing it is.

First, you have to understand, that it is the friends you make that keep you in it. Think how much effort it takes to get together with your friends and do something interesting. With WoW, I come home, put on my headsets, log into the Ventrillo server (a voice chat program that has become a almost must have for playing WoW), log into WoW, and hook up with people from across the country and around the world. I have been guilded with Brits, Germans, Aussies, New Zealanders, Chinese, Japanese and a horde of Canadians. I met a woman that moved in with me for a while. My roommate is involved with a woman that sold her house in Texas and moved in with him as well.

These are real friends and it takes a concerted effort to accomplish all that is offered in this fantasy world. 40 people log in to take down huge creatures of fantasy. I have slain Demons, Dragons, and Demi-Gods with my guilds. Ah my guilds. The Blackrock Iron Brigade, The Impalers, FeaR, and Da Kine, were all groups of people, that I leveled with, quested with, waged wars with and slew creatures out of nightmares with. While it is just a video game, when you see Onyxia, the black dragon, fall to the ground for the first time, the roaring cheer of 40 people broadcast over vent is real.

The people are why you play. We share photos of ourselves, our kids, and our loved ones. We travel to meet each other. We create private forums that generate thousands of messages as we communicate, organize and strategize. It was an amazing journey.

But I had to stop. I have self-control issues and then sheer hours of play are staggering. 40 hours a week online is not even really exceptional. Many raiders log that an more. Not to mention leveling alternate characters, multiple servers, and farming farming farming. Don’t ask.

Suffice it to say, I am done. Cold Turkey.
I hear Warhammer Online: Age of Reckoning is due out this year.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007



I don't care if this is Jared Leto, or poser, or whatever.

I like screamers and I really dig this tune.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

About Me

I was born in New York city (Queens) and was raised in Connecticut. After wasting my High School years, being a pain in the neck, playing games, and managing to be recognized as my school's "Teacher Tormenter" (as well a performing in plays and in singing groups) I joined...the United States Marine Corps (surprise). I worked in Operations and Tactics (S3) in 1st Bn, 2d Marines out of Camp Lejuene. After three years and travel to Norway, Okinawa, and Japan (and other places briefly) I recieved an honarble discharge and went to college.

A couple of years at Eastern Connecticut State University, in romantic Willimantic, lead me to realize that I was NOT a business major. I spent some time as a carpenter, a store detective, and a fast food manager. I decided I was sick of college and Connecticut and went on the road. I ended up in Louisiana for Mardi Gras. Soon I was working on Oil Rigs in the Gulf of Mexico and salting cash away for a dream trip. With absolutely no experience and training, I sold my car, and bought a bicycle. I rode that bicycle across Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona. I May and June. Through the Desert. By Myself. With about $900.00.

It rocked and changed my life. I ran out of road in Los Angeles and have been there ever since. After a brief stint as a bicycle mechanic/shop manager, I went back to school and got my degree in Theatre Arts. I worked as a Stuntman at Knott's Berry Farm. So I have been a Marine, a Oil Rigger, and a "Cowboy". Weird huh?

I directed a few small plays in some small theatres to small audiences. A few decent reviews. But, meh... So after a bad break up with my second fiance, I ended up in San Francisco, working as a finance manager in a motorcycle dealership. A few year of micro-brew beer and fantastic NorCal Chronic, I moved back down to Los Angeles. I started selling motorcycles and was promptly run over by a guy driving a Hollywood Studio van. He was at fault and I got a lawyer. It is hard to sell motorcycles when you are limping and scared from a motorcycle accident so I needed something to keep the money flowing while getting physical therapy.

I ended up becoming a Substitute teacher. Now I won't regale you with the full improbable tale, but if you have ever seen an episode of Mr. McGoo, you will understand how a guy that once was recognized as a "Teacher Torment" became a school teacher. I am now closing in on my tenth year of teaching. I travel around and have a cool dog and a black cat that is just asking to get neutered.

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