Kindly thanks to Smoking Gun

Pete Townsend found not guilty of child porn, yet:
had admitted to researching porn and writing a not-yet published manifesto, which lends itself to his wavering toward child porn -- as a free access sin, few deny to try.
That sounds like he likes it to me! You may fire when ready!

I put in sex offenders in the search there ... interesting things to read. I wasn't abashed about Dick Chaney's requirements. Who cares? His odd Fox News only thing -- just wacky. Reprogram TV so that CNN, MSNBC isn't available ... silly. That sounds like an addict trying to quit.

Closing on France (Rude comments found here)

Perhaps there will be more beheadings, guillotine, removed in 80s or 90s, resurfaces again or simplified like Cuban, Puerto Rican machette hackings out of (not justice) ... ah, yes. Retaliation, retribution, followed by revenge, begets revenges (return). Sit down with the new boss; the same as the old boss. We won't get fooled again.

French students look for jobs

Hmmm, I'm sure glad that in the USA we don't have that prob ... oh, wait. We DO have that problem. Care for fries with that?

Gnome Mobile

The 60s movie was classic Disney, though weaker. It had an interesting thing with older movies. Classic limitations of the 60s: double roles, in that a person couldn’t be in the same scene done well. It also had little people, which required, you guessed it … either terrible effects or enlarged scenes. They also filmed people in front of screens to carry out this affect. * see Airplane for great example on how to effectively use this (random road driving and running over cyclist.
Interesting to note that in one scene the girl gets a call to the hotel room and runs out of the room because of the news to meet up with her Grandfather, who just so happens to be at a mechanic getting routine work. It had an all white cast, typical of the time and access.
Two really funny scenes are having a person drop their weapon by holding a hand up as though holding a gun (not with finger out). Another scene was snoring scene to maintain the illusion that he was asleep.
As I saw Ice Age 2, one theme was mating. This too had that theme, in that the one younger gnome didn’t have any prospect of carrying on the species, as it were. Some time later, that situation is … uh, resolved. The slapstick is funny and I'm aching to get Charlie to watch it, so that he can pantomime the comic slapstick like swinging on vines and crashing and much, much more. I'm not recommending it, but if it’s there and you want to pass through a few sections … it’s fun, typical 60s Disney.

Matthew Garber, Karen Dotrice who starred in several Disney movies including Three Lives of Thomasina, Mary Poppins. Anyway, there was some familiarity about them ... couldn't place it, other than the other movies.

Karen reminded me of Paula -- hey, Cerpicio! You ought to see the film. I think her eyes (not color), nose, mouth are very similar, though the jaw line is different. Her smile reminded me of Paula. Check it out!

Oh, what was I doing watching it? I saw it at the library and thought that I'd try and see how bad it is. Hey, while I'm at it... I'll take Strange Brew. Whatcha want that Strange Brew for? The act!
Ah!!! TDS author is a dang sappy movie-watching fool!

Fool! (that's two drinks for those who play the Superfriends drinking game)

shaming when young

I saw a third-grader today, whose name shall remain anonymous. He was at the library, but had some strange bruising along his neck and near an eye. Apparently, he friends decided to marker him when asleep -- shaming. It was mostly cleaned, but there were odd circle patterns on his neck and 4-day old healing yellow on his eyes... which I was told were flowers.
He planned on revenge via his mother's make up. I suggested to him to take a photo of his work.

Shaming; to physically humiliate and embarrass a person through body masking, positions, physical change -- not the same as hazing requiring the person to consciously participate.

Looking for Sid

on flickr, I found "dang queer fags" kissing! What the? How about an always-available button of, "That *&!@ doesn't belong here!"

I miss Sid

I think tomorrow I will let go. I've been holding in some pain for a bit. It's time to let go. I went to Monkeyjack's house the other night and remember always letting myself in, finding a wondrous little, silly girl doing happy circles for me. Now ... nothing when the humans are not there.
Doors are locked, lights down ... emptier for sure.
I miss her and should have let go a while ago, but was never given much of a chance.

Goodbye sweety!

Govenor Hack Daniels

Well, let's see the old accomplishments record here.

1. sold toll road to German company
2. provided no new jobs
3. eliminated tax abatement on gas prices, making them higher
4. switched the remaining parts of Indiana to daylight savings time for nil

I'd say, it's time to be an unrestricted free agent*.

* thanks to "Working It Out" by Charlos Gary

Tour de Spam

Thankfully, my spam count is now down to about half after 4 months of steady, thankfully filtered by earthlink, spam nearing and sometimes exceeding 2000. The last couple of days it's been under a thousand, yesterday under 900. I am very, very thankful!

Lost interests

I have watched each and every episode of Lost. I'm not a Lost-phile, in fact, I like to pick on it, like anything else. Through gitsiegirl I read up on the latest translations of cryptic writings on a blast door.
"A bad plan that can't be changed" -- something could be said there.

Anyway, I would believe that survival would be the first and only thing important at any time with wild beasts, limited food and no real prospect on rescue. They have guns, metal from the wreckage ... seatbelts for roping and high-chrome finish parts for mirrors. If only they had weapons ... oh, yes. They have guns and ammo. I would try to slay the polar bears, the boars -- as they mastered fire, they can smoke the meat, not that 40 some people would take long to eat any of that. They have golf clubs -- lightweight clubbing weapons; effective range 1-4'. Lock brought knives. They found a "natural" rock structure for shelter.

They haven't gone searching for the others as a whole group of 40, nor have they hunted the animals. They could all -- though smelly, be comfortable in the hatch, away from the rain and black smoke beast (as it were) as well as any known and unknown pests, and insects that would naturally abound there. In any other situation, the area around the campsite (or hatch here) would be more and more depleted of fruit and supplies, so a circle of destruction (blight) would grow out from the hatch.
This would clearly show where they are, but it seems obvious that the others know exactly who and where they are. They seem disinterested in killing them but have threatened their lives. They did the impossble (with real fire torches), instant ignition and extinguishing. Smoke and mirrors -- really.

The underlying theme of general distrust is okay, considering their fiction shows that they don't talk -- the 30 some people never introduced are not integral to the plot whatsoever -- why have them?

On top of all the supplies they do have -- including heat and power that they don't exploit, they could wonder around the coast for anything else. In a military theme, a clean line of 40 people is a difficult target to truly eliminate. There were some supplies on the Black Ship -- apart from volitile dynamite. Why not recheck everything you know.
It implied that the next episode would have the masses battling for the mound of supplies, the origin os which undeclared. They have a battery there -- a beacon. They had flashlights, from the flight and from the medical hatch -- they know the location there too. The bright balloon -- for what good it is, would make a great signal or shelter or rain catcher -- fresh water?
The paints, sitting idly by could be used to discolor a tree or two on the coast line to clear mark habitation or need of assistance. I'm no survivalist, but 40 some poeple, with supplies and a desire to leave would improvize and think of anything to survive.

A lying other sits in a vault, though beaten, reasonably better off than those who could be snatched out of the shelter, no one being the wiser. He even got milk-less cereal -- a luxury denied their airline brethren. The hidden stash of Charlie's heroin, mixed with saltwater, could be used as a simplified truth serum, as beating lead to no real results. The only other options would be fish-feeding, burning, or bear baiting.
An armed, crazy Danielle who slayed her own party, might be better used as an ally rather than a second anchor.

If I go on, it'll turn into a very heated, argument with people emotionally bound to the show berrating me, so I'll quit here. I met the same reaction to Matrix, where people defended it like a religion -- emtionally involved in it. Personally, I sum Matrix up to be bad fiction.

Ice Age Meltdown

It was okay. I didn't like the number of incidental profanities (mild, but there), cocentrating on mating, not really a kid theme. This one was Manny-centric. I suppose the next one will be Diego-centric.
I see here that I didn't mention the positives. I generally like family movies and kid movies. I liked some of the humor, the effects were nice. The story was, well ... okay.

More interesting was the post movie.

Charlie uses sarcasm: Do I see my home, no! (on Daddy using a different way to get home)
Charlie uses cunning: I want to get that one for Mommy! (later in the car about a different cookie) I've got a good idea, [let's] put the cookie next to my table [while I eat].

combative and argumentative

I was at Monkeyjack's and watched Lost. He pointed out something quite accurate. I don't, as a general rule, like pop culture. That's right! I never thought of it, but he's right. It is therefore perposterous to even discuss it much, as I generally don't like it. I found Lost to introduce ideas, but go nowhere.

I likened it to an interview for a loan. Let's talk about getting a loan. Let's talk about getting paperwork for the loan [which leads to the grail?] Then talk about talking about getting the paperwork. Do we do the paperwork yet? No, not yet. Then let's talk about doing paperwork and then do the paperwork. So then I get the loan? No. Then in goes in for review and more paperwork. [I'm just a bill, just a lonely old bill. And I'm sittin' here on Captial Hill ...]

Are you actually going to talk about the island on this show about the island. No. Why on an island at all? Why not a mall ... no one ever goes anywhere. You don't see (Gilligan's Island's, 'the rest') except maybe as a background.

If it was a book ... I wouldn't have made it this far. It says, hey! I've got ten little indians here, finally, maybe, we'll bump them off one by one, finding out the victim number four didn't die and is the murderer.

I'd like a conclusion. I mentioned that if they run it for 5 years or 7 years, that would be a week of viewing. Would you ever REALLY re-watch it?

Spring fever hits ...millions out of school

Oh, well it is spring break for some. That must be it!
My day was the best out of 3. There were no real problems and there was a program with frisbees, though they didn't have any frisbee golf discs, substantially heavier, they did some impressive tricks with the many discs. They showed some (sale pitches) for sale and some that were neat ... fabric, others were specific use. All in all -- entertaining and captivating. I nearly got hit in the face with a stray shot from one of the kids who threw it.

It was the last day for one student. It is the beginning of project time for me --- long past due projects that I should have done.

I'm off a week, but off my rocker all the time. Have fun and enjoy the sun!

Health good and bad news

The good news is, while my aunt went to the hospital with a collapsed lung, they were able to get her back, and she might be discharged today. Mum went to the docs and they have a surgery scheduled for her on the 10th for her knee. Those are bits of good news.

Minorly, a small issue, I think I may be getting an ulcer.
That means, less coffee, less acid-producing stuff -- no alcohol either.

Mum got a bad EKG reading, but was waived on, some daily meds prevented her from getting surgery when she wanted, now she must go off the meds for 5 days prior to surgery, then hopefully things will be better.

for goofs only

Jedi programmer?

pervasive Satan

a kindergartener told me ... there's a mosnter down below (unspecific) that when you do bad, he gets stronger, but he dies when you do good. I responded that I would do good.
Today, "I think maybe the devil is making me do it", referring to his bad behaviors for me. This was not his only response, but certainly noteworthy. I think it highly likely an infomerical testimonial ... 100% paid, fake and otherwise useless. His delusions would have manifested itself prior to this, and he was certainly no angel for others and hasn't been.
Satan, twice in one week -- I'm just lucky, I guess!

scenes from a park

Charlie is on top of a slide looking about, seeing his skates, someone's lost/discarded jacket, not-yet operational fountain, a lost mini purse, squirrels, holes in trees ... clouds, many things I take for granted, I guess.
It's a nice shot despite having poor natural lighting.

Spring means

flowers and, what I saw this morning:

rabbits mating
Rather, ready males and disinterested females
It was funny to see a male chase away another male, while chasing the female. She saw him chase off the other and got the _____ out of Dodge. He came back ... hey, baby, like I was say ---- baby?! She trekked 2 houses away. He followed the scent trail, munching some birdseed on the way ... little bunny?! Honey bunny ... I luv you! Come back.
I think that she would have rather skipped this season and just had the chance to eat. Last month or 2 weeks ago was squirrel month ... here there were 10 males chasing one female. I guess the males are heartier survivors? While she made a valiant effort, being on the bit end of a branch (likely starving from all the running and no time to eat) relented to one male's "advances" or rather motions. It's got to be better not having these males chasing you, but perhaps better than them trying to chase you away because they're urban piggies.
Their own equals are the local birds who pork out on seed, mindlessly pitching pounds onto the ground. I used to think they didn't eat millet, but they do. They are just nasty, messy critters. Some eat corn bits, others, millet, others bit seeds, others sunflowers. Local predator birds aren't generally large enough to take adult robins or jays so just watch them greedily. About three times a year I find a spray of feathers on the ground from a successful pergrin or cooper's hawk. The juveniles are talkative, loud, naive, no attempt at stealth. Some large squirrels just keep their eyes on then, but rabbits scurry away, as though they would less capable of defense -- ha!
The weather channel hasn't broadcast much as far as, "severe wind" -- like that's important, "flood warning", oh? What am I to do? Would I see it coming -- I think so. Tornado watch ... that's right -- venture outside and look for one, two, or as many as you can see and hear.
We interrupt this broadcast to give you no information ... loud, lengthy ... return to missed stupid program. If you are recording, you get a 20 county block where the weather center marks in red counties experiencing "interesting" weather. Whoopie! Move on to the next idea.

Inspector Gadget

or so I was called with my trenchcoat and hat today. Sadly, I've been called that since Matthew Brodrick did his role in the live action version of a 24 minute cartoon series. I have more freckles than skin and sinister look with a perpetually unshaven face, short brown hair which had been red and a decades-old strained deep voice, nearly as hairy as Robin Williams. I don't see it. Also, Matthew Brodrick ... have you ever seen him fat? No, you haven't. I am.

Speaking of hair, I haven't had a child rub my arm hair lately in true wonder as to how guys have hair -- on their arms. They've never seen a man close up, sometimes better. I have, however had a fourth grader very happy with herself that she is taller than I am. She gets a kick out of it, but unlike her regular teacher, she couldn't lift me. Even at a fitter weight, she wouldn't be able to lift me.

My closing prior to a break was met with, "I'm gonna give you a mean look for a week" as I wasn't able to work for her, and a complimentary candy bag for a nice woman whose class I might have accidently gipped while subbing -- in that I usually drop off token candy to nice students in classes. She retires this year -- while young and will see many a wonderous rising and setting Atlantic sun. My note ... written is haste might have been as scattered and illegible as a nervous bank robber or doctor's too-busy quick note. Ba ba ba, ba ba Barino?!

Retiring ... something I have eliminated as a possiblity. What to do ... what to do? Continue with this ... maybe some permanency or something else, fresh, consistent. I just don't know. If only I were a gadget packed Inspector, though my aggressive tendencies would lend itself more toward Punisher than Mo-meets-Harpo Inspector Gadget.

I still would like to work as a threat analyist. That's not likely to happen.

things not to do when living in Midwest

making plans consistent with the weather is folly
leaving windows open during spring -- I did that last night and found a very wet car, nice
expecting grand, sweeping political changes ... not likely
hoping for grand adventure or wonderous skiing (if you live in MI, IL, most of OH, KY, TN, IN, IA) and you'll be disappointed
also, expecting neat new fashions (not that I'd ever care) unless you live in Chicago, is well ... wishful thinking
taking a job in manufacturing is vocational suicide -- work for 12 years anywhere and then be laid off then fired
speak well -- too many locals ask you, "Where are (or 'is') you from?"