I'm pretty sure this isn't a real sport...
...but the way some of those british things go, I'd guess there's still a 10% chance it is.
2/13/2012
Dear World
I don't care about whatever drugged up pop star died this week Really. I don't like their music, and I don't like how you are forcing me to listen to it. Go away. Please.
Quote of the Day
Adaptive Curmudgeon makes predictions for the future. Here's a sample:
The European common currency, which chains drowning and strong swimmers together, will persist even as everyone has a theory about how to deep six it. I’m not sure what will happen after 2012 but watching Brussels work though the mess they’ve created will be like seeing a sausage made back into a dead cow.It boggles the mind that all these things can be seen to be happening and yet we just keep chugging along, towards the thundering roar of the waterfall, not even trying slow down, let alone turn the boat around. What can we do? Well, as I said in the comments over there, I plan on popping a lot of popcorn; watching the talking heads and rulers of the world fiddle while it burns down, at least I can get some entertainment value out of it...
Digging this song
"My Mistakes Were Made for You"
Another one of those songs that would make a good James Bond theme.
Another one of those songs that would make a good James Bond theme.
2/12/2012
Sunday Music
Demon Hunter:
Yes, they are a Christian Band. No, you won't hear this Sunday morning in most churches.
Yes, they are a Christian Band. No, you won't hear this Sunday morning in most churches.
2/11/2012
I said it once, and I'll say it again
Just ordered a pizza, sitting in the living room, over the internet, from my phone.
I wish we had a moon base and star drives, but I guess this future thing is still pretty cool sometimes.
I wish we had a moon base and star drives, but I guess this future thing is still pretty cool sometimes.
New Boots
I've been needing some new hiking boots, as my old ones are 6 years old, have started leaking, and shrank the last time I wore them on a big hike because they got submerged in a stream when I slipped off a wet log (fun times). Went into REI yesterday, and they would have gotten my hard-earned cash except no one there seemed particularly enthused with selling me anything, so I wasn't enthused to buy. Funny how that works. Anyway, this morning I went down town to the little old shoe store that's been in business since 1910 or something, was greeted by a cheerful sales lady who made me try on all sorts and sizes till I settled on some Merrel Chameleon mid-height boots. Amazing what a helpful staff will accomplish over an apathetic one.
All leather upper, nice sticky Vibram soles (hopefully to prevent the falling off a log incident from repeating), and a solid, stiff construction. Very comfortable, especially as I also bought some green superfeet insoles to go with them (I have narrow feet with high arches--the superfeet keep me from wallowing around in my shoes, and will hopefully keep me from following in my mother's footsteps (heh) of large, bothersome foot surgeries).
Looking forward to getting out on some more hikes, now!
All leather upper, nice sticky Vibram soles (hopefully to prevent the falling off a log incident from repeating), and a solid, stiff construction. Very comfortable, especially as I also bought some green superfeet insoles to go with them (I have narrow feet with high arches--the superfeet keep me from wallowing around in my shoes, and will hopefully keep me from following in my mother's footsteps (heh) of large, bothersome foot surgeries).
Looking forward to getting out on some more hikes, now!
You Wikipedia Page of the Day
"The Nine Nations of North America."
Haha! I'm in the Empty Quarter! No outside overlord interests to take over!
Haha! I'm in the Empty Quarter! No outside overlord interests to take over!
So much violence...
...for a food fight. Project 86 is always awesome:
I really need to pick up more of their music.
I really need to pick up more of their music.
2/10/2012
Makes me a bit sad
Adam Adamowicz, the concept artist at Bethesda Studios who basically designed the entire world of Fallout 3, has died. Go here to see some of his work, and some of the method behind the madness.
In case you didn't know, Fallout 3 is a post-apocalyptic game set in a world that diverges from ours from maybe the 50's on, and where the world has been nuked back to pre-industrial times. With mutants (both good and bad), human settlers picking through the remnants, squabbling factions of people who still have access to high- technology, and a soundtrack of the most peppy 50's love songs, it is an amazingly engrossing and intriguing world.
In case you didn't know, Fallout 3 is a post-apocalyptic game set in a world that diverges from ours from maybe the 50's on, and where the world has been nuked back to pre-industrial times. With mutants (both good and bad), human settlers picking through the remnants, squabbling factions of people who still have access to high- technology, and a soundtrack of the most peppy 50's love songs, it is an amazingly engrossing and intriguing world.
For your consideration
Psalm 55 HCSB [brackets are stream of consciousness thoughts from me, which may or may not have anything to do with the passages around them]. I'd also urge you to click through some of those links.
God, listen to my prayer
and do not ignore my plea for help.
Pay attention to me and answer me.
I am restless and in turmoil with my complaint,
because of the enemy’s voice,
because of the pressure of the wicked.
For they bring down disaster on me
and harass me in anger.
[I have seen many people around the internet lately who almost seem to have given up any hope for the future whatsoever, and from the way things are going--crashing economies, governmental power grabs, and the complete disregard of the current administration for both the letter and spirit of the law--who could blame them? It is seeming like disaster is upon us.]
My heart shudders within me;
terrors of death sweep over me.
Fear and trembling grip me;
horror has overwhelmed me.
I said, “If only I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and find rest.
How far away I would flee;
I would stay in the wilderness.
I would hurry to my shelter
from the raging wind and the storm.”
[Fleeing tyranny--Going Galt, if you will--used to be a great way to escape. From Moses to the Pilgrims, right? Too bad we're in the last place left that has any hope at freedom. Where's my space drive, huh?]
Lord, confuse and confound their speech,
for I see violence and strife in the city;
day and night they make the rounds on its walls.
Crime and trouble are within it;
destruction is inside it;
oppression and deceit never leave its marketplace.
[Seriously, have you heard from places like Detroit, where justified homicide is 2200% higher than the national average? Or how Chicago was so proud that they finally had an entire 24 hour period without a shooting? While I guess both those things are good, in a way... just, wow. There are some major problems out there.]
Now it is not an enemy who insults me—
otherwise I could bear it;
it is not a foe who rises up against me—
otherwise I could hide from him.
But it is you, a man who is my peer,
my companion and good friend!
We used to have close fellowship;
we walked with the crowd into the house of God.
[Oh, President Obama. Elected on populism, and then proceeded to throw every support group he had under the bus. Too bad most of them believe him when he says "Oh baby, you know I love you, won't you please take me back?" All the hallmarks of an abusive relationship, there. Perhaps with this latest Catholic abortions thing we will see a major group of voters stop trusting the restraining order and go out to buy a shotgun.]
Let death take them by surprise;
let them go down to Sheol alive,
because evil is in their homes and within them.
But I call to God,
and the LORD will save me.
I complain and groan morning, noon, and night,
and He hears my voice.
Though many are against me,
He will redeem me from my battle unharmed.
God, the One enthroned from long ago,
will hear and will humiliate them
because they do not change
and do not fear God.
[I truly do believe in just deserts... it's just that sometimes you really want to see them happen while you're around, rather than waiting for the next life. I know, I know, not very Christian of me, but sometimes you just gotta say what you feel, ok?]
My friend acts violently
against those at peace with him;
he violates his covenant.
His buttery words are smooth,
but war is in his heart.
His words are softer than oil,
but they are drawn swords.
[Hey, has anyone around here ever heard of a little thing called "Operation Fast and Furious"? It is the weirdest little thing, you know, arming the enemies of a nation whose last aggression against us was in like, what, in either 1916 or 1846, depending on what you count as aggression/aggressors? Hmmm, well, in any case WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING? Ah yes, and that "violating his covenant" thing...]
Cast your burden on the LORD,
and He will sustain you;
He will never allow the righteous to be shaken.
[Righteous is a good word. It doesn't mean "perfect." It doesn't mean "nice." And it sure doesn't mean "pansy-ass pacifist." Maybe a good way to describe it would be "Outraged at evil." Kinda like this. Or Gatling Good.]
God, You will bring them down
to the Pit of destruction;
men of bloodshed and treachery
will not live out half their days.
But I will trust in You.
[And sometimes that's all that gets me up in the morning...]
God, listen to my prayer
and do not ignore my plea for help.
Pay attention to me and answer me.
I am restless and in turmoil with my complaint,
because of the enemy’s voice,
because of the pressure of the wicked.
For they bring down disaster on me
and harass me in anger.
[I have seen many people around the internet lately who almost seem to have given up any hope for the future whatsoever, and from the way things are going--crashing economies, governmental power grabs, and the complete disregard of the current administration for both the letter and spirit of the law--who could blame them? It is seeming like disaster is upon us.]
My heart shudders within me;
terrors of death sweep over me.
Fear and trembling grip me;
horror has overwhelmed me.
I said, “If only I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and find rest.
How far away I would flee;
I would stay in the wilderness.
I would hurry to my shelter
from the raging wind and the storm.”
[Fleeing tyranny--Going Galt, if you will--used to be a great way to escape. From Moses to the Pilgrims, right? Too bad we're in the last place left that has any hope at freedom. Where's my space drive, huh?]
Lord, confuse and confound their speech,
for I see violence and strife in the city;
day and night they make the rounds on its walls.
Crime and trouble are within it;
destruction is inside it;
oppression and deceit never leave its marketplace.
[Seriously, have you heard from places like Detroit, where justified homicide is 2200% higher than the national average? Or how Chicago was so proud that they finally had an entire 24 hour period without a shooting? While I guess both those things are good, in a way... just, wow. There are some major problems out there.]
Now it is not an enemy who insults me—
otherwise I could bear it;
it is not a foe who rises up against me—
otherwise I could hide from him.
But it is you, a man who is my peer,
my companion and good friend!
We used to have close fellowship;
we walked with the crowd into the house of God.
[Oh, President Obama. Elected on populism, and then proceeded to throw every support group he had under the bus. Too bad most of them believe him when he says "Oh baby, you know I love you, won't you please take me back?" All the hallmarks of an abusive relationship, there. Perhaps with this latest Catholic abortions thing we will see a major group of voters stop trusting the restraining order and go out to buy a shotgun.]
Let death take them by surprise;
let them go down to Sheol alive,
because evil is in their homes and within them.
But I call to God,
and the LORD will save me.
I complain and groan morning, noon, and night,
and He hears my voice.
Though many are against me,
He will redeem me from my battle unharmed.
God, the One enthroned from long ago,
will hear and will humiliate them
because they do not change
and do not fear God.
[I truly do believe in just deserts... it's just that sometimes you really want to see them happen while you're around, rather than waiting for the next life. I know, I know, not very Christian of me, but sometimes you just gotta say what you feel, ok?]
My friend acts violently
against those at peace with him;
he violates his covenant.
His buttery words are smooth,
but war is in his heart.
His words are softer than oil,
but they are drawn swords.
[Hey, has anyone around here ever heard of a little thing called "Operation Fast and Furious"? It is the weirdest little thing, you know, arming the enemies of a nation whose last aggression against us was in like, what, in either 1916 or 1846, depending on what you count as aggression/aggressors? Hmmm, well, in any case WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING? Ah yes, and that "violating his covenant" thing...]
Cast your burden on the LORD,
and He will sustain you;
He will never allow the righteous to be shaken.
[Righteous is a good word. It doesn't mean "perfect." It doesn't mean "nice." And it sure doesn't mean "pansy-ass pacifist." Maybe a good way to describe it would be "Outraged at evil." Kinda like this. Or Gatling Good.]
God, You will bring them down
to the Pit of destruction;
men of bloodshed and treachery
will not live out half their days.
But I will trust in You.
[And sometimes that's all that gets me up in the morning...]
Ska Saved My Life!
No really, it did! I was driving home from Montana one semester, really early in the morning, must have been around 6:00 AM, still dark out of course, no one else on the interstate, my MP3 player was on random, and I was about to fall asleep. Then the OC Supertones came on:
Not sure what subcategory of Ska they fit in to, but the trumpets, the guitars, and the energy, woke me up! And I made it home aok.
Not sure what subcategory of Ska they fit in to, but the trumpets, the guitars, and the energy, woke me up! And I made it home aok.
2/09/2012
A question
What's the proper response when a retail outlet (cough CABELA'S cough!) asks for your phone number before every transaction, cash, credit, or even things--like ammo--that are non-returnable? Why do they need it? Why should I give it to them?
My response is to make one up off the top of my head, but I was thinking something like memorizing their manager's number, or maybe the number of the city police. Or maybe you could look up from your texting and say "I don't have a phone" totally serious and look back down.
My response is to make one up off the top of my head, but I was thinking something like memorizing their manager's number, or maybe the number of the city police. Or maybe you could look up from your texting and say "I don't have a phone" totally serious and look back down.
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