Feb 28, 2007

A Great Big Dose of Free-Floating Hostility. . .

. . .Isn't that just fantastic? Because I left my laptop at my girlfriend's house, you all get to hear about the things that are just plain getting on my nerves!

How is it that right-wingers can so inconspicuously wrap themselves in the flag and then turn around and bash anything American when they get the chance, including the troops? The story about troops being held in deplorable conditions at Walter Reed Hospital is gaining some momentum, and apparently it's up to "The Drive-By Media" to report only when soldiers get bad care instead of the type of care that they deserve.

Uber-Conservative swine Sean Hannity begged to wonder why all of the cases where soldiers fully recovered weren't covered in the media, like anything positive is ever reported in situations like these. If people like Sean Hannity really Support the Troops, as if some people don't actually do that, then why wouldn't he be outraged by this? Vermin (i.e. rats) and bugs were crawling around in the same rooms as troops in one section of Walter Reed.

People, especially journalists (I'm sorry, journalists, for lumpin Sean Hannity in with you) love the truth until it contradicts what they "believe."

Belief will be the downfall of this nation. Morons and Politicos with "gut feelings" who put themselves first will be the first to set this nation of ours on fire.

Hey, look over there. I see some puppy dogs and flower petals. I can at least try to take the piss out of my anger, but it doesn't seem to work. Good Day.

Communistic Grievances

Today's debate in Georgia is about the new HPV shot that the state legislature is trying to get passed for sixth-grade girls.

HPV, which is a leading cause for cervical cancer in women, now has a vaccine shot that would be mandatory, unless the parents opted out for religious reasons.

Opponents claim that it will lead to higer numbers of promiscuity in teens. Which makes sense, because anytime I got a tetanus shot growing up, I'd immediately go out and start stomping on nails. Because I was immune. Duh.

I think this boils down to controlling women's sexuality, and, since this is my blog, you better be damn well prepared to hear my opinion!

It's very subtle. Opponents are saying that, once these upcoming SIXTH graders get the shot, they're going to get hopped up on Boone's Farm and head to the nearest barn with a slew of guys. You know, I can't count on my fingers and toes the times that it happened when I was ELEVEN.

Of any profession, the medical one, I would say, has the least amount of influence over young women, especially women reaching adolescence. Unless, of course, the doctor, after giving the shot, points at the girl's crotch and says, "Now you should go test that thing out!"

Gross, but true. Look at it this way. The people who oppose this kind of legislation are the same people who think that video games cause violence in teenagers, which is an inherent fallacy. Video Games don't make kids violent. Violent kids play video games. Girls who are more likely to be promiscuous are going to be that way whether or not they have the shot. Most, I would think, would act in a rational manner about this.

And the opinion of people at my work. "I think it's 'communitic' to force all girls to take a shot," one woman claimed. "If you don't want HPV, don't be a slut," she continued.

I guess I can't argue with that logic. Maybe it's for that very reason that over 1 in 4 women have the disease.

Feb 25, 2007

Got the Resume Blues

I've been working on a Resune for the last few weeks - well, off and on - and I finally thought I had a really solid one.

But apparently that is not the case.

I e-mailed it to someone who sees a lot of resumes, and he blasted it! Well, he gave 'constructive criticism' but I still have a lot of work to do on it.

Did I mention that I hate working on resumes. It's one of the most pointless activities on the face of the planet. Employers look at resumes for about, uh, 20 seconds. It's ridiculous.

Okay, now that I'm done bitchin'.

How's the weekend going? Fine, I suppose. They always go by too fast. Hey, but it's Oscar Weekend! I don't watch the Oscars but I can tell you what won't win Best Picture: The Departed. Oscar voters hate Marty Scorsese. He's been gypped for every film he's put out there. And, come on, you can't tell me that Ordinary People was better than Raging Bull. That was a great movie.

Oh well, see why I can't watch the Oscars? It gets me all discombobulated. I hate, hate, hate, hate award shows. I give these morons (actors) hundreds of my dollars a year. That's how I congratulate them. Sorry. There I go again.

I watched Lucky Number Slevin last night. It was pretty good. Also, so was Along Came Polly, but I'd already seen that a dozen times. "Let it RAIN!!!

Feb 24, 2007

The Best Kind of Pizza? Free Pizza.

It's a bummy sort of Saturday night. I don't really plan on doing anything but stuffing my face with pizza and watching mooovies with the gal-pal. But those are good once in a while.

Also, since there seems to be some confusion on the NYC situation, I guess I'll need to clarify: not this year. Hold your boos until I've finished. I know. It's a bummer, but LP and I couldn't get the money 'thing' right. There was no way we'd be able to save the money to move up there anytime soon, so it will have to wait. But it will happen sometime in the near future, I promise.

Phew. It's so hard to say that out loud/not out loud. Oh, and update on my personal accomplishments (Conversely, hold your applause): I hit the 300 page mark on the second novel. In fact, I'm almost 320 pages in now. Awesome!

I ran nearly 4 miles the other day pretty much nonstop. I'm well on my way back to the top.

Oh well, I guess that's it. Not too shabby, though, right? I hope the rest of your collective weekend goes well, Blogosphere. Don't be a stranger. But if you do, be a stranger with candy. I gotta go get a pizza.

Feb 23, 2007

Random - DJ, The Celtics, and Gym Dogs

I'm only a casual basketball fan, but I was adamant about NBA in the eighties. Why wouldn't I have been? Larry Bird, "Magic" Johnson, Jordan, Scottie Pippen, Isaiah Thomas, Dominique from down in Atlanta...

But one of the people who got overlooked is Dennis Johnson. Don't know who he is? Well, if you watch the clip below, from one of the top 10 coolest plays ever, Dennis Johnson - or DJ, as he was more commonly known - is the guy who takes the pass from Larry Bird and lays it up for the win against the Pistons.

Dennis Johnson passed away yesterday, the victim of a heart attack, and it is a shame. He should be in the Hall of Fame. Not because he's dead, no no. No, he should be in for a lot of other reasons.



But anyway, so the weekend is coming up, and I'm going to a Gym Dogs meet tonight. Actually, it'll be in about an hour or so. In addition to Tennis and Equestrian, Gymnastics is one of the things that UGA dominates in. Excuse me: dominates. We don't win national titles in football, baseball, or basketball, by God, but if you meet us in a Gym, we're just about positively going to kick your ass!

No, but in all seriousness, the Gym Dogs are great and I hope we stomp Auburn's ass tonight. You see, the great thing is that Gymnastics blends two of my favorite things in the world: Sports and women. What could be better? And with chicks that could probably kick my ass? Priceless.

Feb 22, 2007

Absolutely Nothing - The End of a Cat's Balls

The reasons my blogs have been so few and far between over the last week or so is because I don't really have anything exciting going on. Work is going well, just plugging along, and my personal life is just peachy. I hit 60,000 words in the first draft of my newest book. That's cool, I guess, albeit a bit pretensious sounding...

Uh...my roommate got his cat fixed. Bob Barker would be proud about that, I suppose. I would sing a song for the cat's lost, uh, junk but I'm terrible at writing lyrics. It would go something like:

Hey Conan, his name is Conan the Cat
I've watched all your falls
I remember when you couldn't jump up on the couch
And now they've cut off your balls

It's a sad, sad world
where people live in straw huts
I've got a sweet-ass house on Milledge
why can't you find both your nuts

La la la la la
La la la la la lotum
You act kind of weird
when you don't have a scrotum


Anyway, something like that.

Oh, I had to pay in this year on my federal taxes. Yep. $4.00. Isn't that kewl? I have to admit that I was extremely put-off at first - I've never not gotten money back - but this past year was also my first year out of school and I get very little in taxes taken out, so I had to expect it. But I'm not against taxes, so it's all right. Had it been, like, two hundred dollars, I probably would have been royally pissed.

But oh well.

Once something interesting comes up, I'll be sure and tell you. Thanks for stopping by. See ya tomorrow.

Feb 20, 2007

Mardi Gras

I've been really slack over the last few days, but I've been trying to crank out the last fifty or so pages of the first draft of my second novel, so...

Sorry. So Sorry.

I hope things have been well in BloggerLand. Mardi Gras is today, and I don't know of any way to celebrate it well in Athens, GA. I'm a half-decade older than most of the people going out tonight, and I just plain don't feel like going through that nonsense. I'm just...so...old now.

Relatively speaking. I'm not old in the, I've got to have my MediLert in case I break my hip, stage, but I definitely have the mid-twenties Blues.

Nothing a little beer-drinking can't handle. But nothing big. I can't handle the thought of looking at co-ed boobs right now. Pity me, huh?

Bear with me while I go through this dark period in my life.

Feb 16, 2007

Melt Your Cold, Cold Heart

My life is such a paradoxical adventure. For instance, take my geographical situation. All indicators point to the notion that maybe I'm a Northern soul. I grew up in the South, hated Country music (though I don't anymore), never really owned a pair of boots of my own, and I hated stereotypes (!).

Okay, so that's not an accurate description of the South, either. But I've always had this feeling I should be somewhere else. New York, I think, has been calling me my whole life, even though in my childhood New York, especially New York City, was like a foreign planet or something.

But, I've got to tell you, I can't stand cold weather. I just can't. I might as well be in Antartica as Georgia right now, and it's only 26 degrees. Well, that's not too shabby. Way to go, Athens!

But, either way, we're not having record snowfall and cold and such down here, and even the mildness of our winter is crazy to me.

But, someday, I do plan on living in New York City, whether I can stand the cold or not. It's not a matter of choice. It's fate, damnit! Sorry, I just wanted to complain about how cold it is for a little while. I hope you didn't mind.

Feb 13, 2007

Happy Heart Day

I probably won't be able to post anything tomorrow, so you get to hear from me tonight instead.

Today I saw a car that actually had a license plate tag that read "FRODO - 1". Can you believe it?

I didn't, so I had to follow that car. I had to find out what a person who has a FRODO 1 tag looks like. It was my first foray into investigative journalism, and I came out looking like a fool.

Turns out, it was an elderly couple gettin out of the car. I felt really pathetic, because I thought, for some reason, that, like, a real-life equivalent of Dilbert would jump out of the car. Alas, no, it was two old people, and I felt like a complete jackass.

But I did get a good kick out of it. Oh, and this post, so I guess it wasn't a complete loss, now was it?

I'll be back to beat idiocy down on Thursday. Until then, you can enjoy all of my previous posts or join MySpace and be a friend.

Feb 11, 2007

Because It's Sunday. . .

. . .You get the Scissor Sisters. Why not, eh?



I don't know why I like this song so much, but I do. It puts me in a good mood, and that's always fun. And, just to be honest, I don't actually feel like dancing, even if I had nothin' better to do.

The Scissor Sisters is? are? a guilty pleasure for me, and for most guys, I guess, so it doesn't make it that bad.

Funny story: I bought their second record while shopping for Christmas presents, so I could keep up the illusion that it was a gift for someone else.

But a friend of mine said he had to buy it on iTunes to avoid getting it in public.

Now, don't mistake me; I'm not homophobic or anything. Some of the band members in Scissor Sisters are gay, and some of them are straight. That's not my concern. It's just way too...something. I don't know.

At first, I thought it would be the equivalent of bringing home a neo-disco record - which is what I thought it was - but I was pleasantly surprised. Some of the songs have a lot of depth and musicality to them. The lyrics are also great.

So now I feel embarrassed that I was ever embarrassed to get it. The Scissor Sisters is not just a party band. Egg on my head.

The Black Dahlia

I just got finished watching The Black Dahlia, and it's late so I thought I'd post something to cheer myself up before going to bed.

It freaked me out a little, because that sh*t really happened, cuz! But I thought De Palma's adaptation wasn't bad - it was convoluted, methinks - but it lacked in certain areas.

I watched the documentary about it, and that's what really made me uneasy. Talking about the actual crime sent me into a weird little tailspin. Yeeecck. They showed the pictures from the crime scene and everything. How could anyone do something like that?

Okay, I feel somewhat better now. Goodnight.

Feb 10, 2007

An Advocate for NOT Recycling

I don't recycle.

I'm sorry.

In fact, I am a staunch supporter of those who do not recycle.

I am also an advocate for reducing waste in this country, which, I think, is the bigger problem. In another paradoxical statement, I also consider myself an environmentalist. Ha! Isn't that crazy?

Recycling is a bane to the American people's existence, and I just don't see myself doing it in the near future. The truth is, recycling costs taxpayers money and it pollutes the Earth.

What? Yeah, it's true. Well, at least it's true with paper. Paper mills that recycle create more air pollution than mills that just create paper originally.

And so on.

I know it sounds crazy and that I'm really insensitive, but - sadly - it's the truth. I've been researching this issue for quite some time now, and, though it sounds backwards, I'm confident in what I believe.

On January 1, placing more than 10 percent recyclable materials into a garbage bin became illegal in Seattle. An offending bin is tagged with a bright yellow slip that announces, "Recycle. It's not garbage anymore." The un-emptied bin is then left at the curb in hopes that the homeowner will learn the lesson and remove the reusable material by next week's collection. Businesses that offend three times are fined $50.

he truth, though, is that recycling is an expense, not a savings, for a city. "Every community recycling program in America today costs more than the revenue it generates," says Dr. Jay Lehr of the Heartland Institute.

A telling indicator is that cities often try to dump recycling programs when budgets are tight. As Angela Logomasini, director of risk and environmental policy at the Competitive Enterprise Institute, points out in the Wall Street Journal, every New York City mayor has attempted to stop the city's recycling program since it was begun in 1989. Mayor David Dinkins tried, but changed his mind when met with noisy criticism. Rudy Giuliani tried, but was sued by the Natural Resources Defense Council, which won the case. Mayor Bloomberg has proposed temporarily ending the recycling program because, as Logomasini notes, it costs $240 per ton to recycle and only $130 per ton to send the material to a landfill. The numbers for other areas are roughly comparable. The net per-ton cost of recycling exceeds $180 in Rhode Island, while conventional garbage collection and disposal costs $120 to $160 per ton.


You can also read John Tierney's article 'Recycling is Garbage' by clicking here.

Tell me what you think. I'll be blogging about this more later, as it has engulfed me.

Feb 8, 2007

It's Already in Wikipedia

Man, the world is moving much faster than it used to. I don't want to be insensitive about the death of Anna Nicole Smith, but I'd like to relate it to something else, if I may.

Wikipedia is offering something that was previously impossible: real-time historical chronicling.

Okay, so it's not totally 'real-time' but it is just about as close as it can get. Anna Nicole Smith was pronounced dead at 2:49 pm today, and her Wikipedia has already been updated.

I know what you're thinking: So f*cking what. But it's almost eerie just how quickly these things can work themselves into the Historical Lexicon.

It worries me, but it is also comforting in a way. I mean, her death is already in the books, man. That's kind of scary. She's barely even dead and already her story has been completely told (except for the autopsy, of course). It would frighten the hell of out me...if I were Terry Bradshaw.

Think about what happened a few weeks ago in the Terry Bradshaw 'thing.' Someone could have royally screwed up what really happened there.

If you don't know, someone died in a car wreck on the 'Terry Bradshw Passway' and it got reported on the local news that Terry Bradshaw had 'passed away'."

Now, there is no mention of the incident on the Wikipedia page, but I wonder if there ever was. I don't know any record of it, but I'd be willing to bet that something was placed on there at some point and had to be taken out.

Odd, isn't it?

Feb 6, 2007

Prince: The New Enemy #1?

Last night, after I returned a book at Borders, I drove to LP's house. That's not important, but what I was listening on the radio is.

I consider myself a Progressive Libertarian - I don't know if that makes any sense - but I have a strange predilection for right-wing talk radio. I can't stand it - I think the hosts are, for the most part, wrong - but I can't help but listen to it anyway. I feel as though I am a fly-on-the-wall at the enemy's meetings.

Anyway, Laura Ingraham, who I dislike, was talking about the Super Bowl. She was outraged that Prince, of all people, had played the Super Bowl. She thought that he was too, I don't know, controversial for the Halftime Show, which I think is odd, because Prince hasn't been controversial in two decades, has he?

Whether you like Prince or not (or whatever you want to call him), you have to admit that he's not controversial, right? He's two decades removed from Eminem and 50 Cent and so on. It's not quite Paul McCartney, but it's not Marilyn Manson, either, you know?

So Laura asked for callers on the subject, and many of them were astonished that more people weren't outraged that Prince was playing the Super Bowl. They were suggesting all sorts of artists and bands who should have been there instead of Prince - one lady actuall said Earth, Wind, and Fire - and it was crazy just how out-of-touch these morons are.

And, for some reason, when they talked about controversial artists, they degraded Janet Jackson over and over, but not once did they mention Justin Timberlake. Was he not the one who pulled her bra-ish-thingy off? Was he not performing that night too? Or is it just because it was her breast that was revealed that these people only remember her?

Or is it because Janet Jackson is black and they are Republicans? Just a thought, people. Get your dander down.

I am apt to think that Republicans are becoming the new whiners in the nation, getting farther ahead than some leftist groups, especially when it comes to social issues. They complain and get so appalled all the time, and they use their children as the lynchpins in these arguments.

"We've got to do this for our children!!!" It's sickening. These people don't care about their children. They just want to hop up and down about something and blame their poor parenting skills on other people. Namely, THE LEFT, which, obviously, is a lot more powerful and clandestine than I first thought. The party that couldn't even beat the most unpopular president since Herbert Hoover, and here It is, using black breasts to subvert the democracy.

Maybe I should be committed. I play Doom 3. I played Doom 2 and Doom when they came out. I even played Castle Wolfenstein, fighting to destroy Hitler's regime. I listened to Marilyn Manson...sometimes. I still listen to bands like Cannibal Corpse and In Flames. I used to watch movies on Cinemax at Midnight on Fridays (Yeah!). I've seen The Exorcist, Seven, Evil Dead, and Halloween over a hundred times in my life, probably. I read books about serial killers (and still do), murderers, heinous crimes, and so on and so forth.

Hell, come to think of it, I amd more controversial than Prince.

Feb 1, 2007

In a Dilly of a Pickle

I've been looking at getting a second job lately, mostly because I wanted some extra hours to help pay off my credit card debt. I've been paying monthly minimums for too long, and I don't want to continue doing that. It's just wasting money.

So, jobs that are open in the evening were just about my only options, and, of those places, another bookstore seemed the right direction. It would be like going from one frying pan into the other frying pan, if you get my drift.

I applied at a particular chain establishment a week and a half ago, and I got a callback today, which is a good thing, I guess. I expected a little longer turnaround from application to first call, but that's okay.

The only problem is, the hours for the job are all wrong. I expected to work part-time, evening and weekend shifts, and instead they hit me with an eleven to seven or twelve to eight shift, and I don't know how well I can handle such a thing, especially at a dollar-and-a-half pay cut. It doesn't seem likely that I'll be able to do that, but I'd like the interview experience, since I don't have any "real" interview experience like that.

I go in for an interview tomorrow, so I'm already thinking of the questions they'll ask me. I don't know. I don't know when I should tell them, "Hey, I don't think this is going to work out, because I'll be working odd hours for a pay cut." I can't be rude, I wouldn't be anyway, but I just am not sure when I'm supposed to drop the knowledge on them.

Well, that's good to get off my chest. Thanks.

Jan 31, 2007

Yet Another Reason not to Wrestle

No, I'm not talking about the parade of stereotypes that draws in adolescent white males every year to the strange sport of wrestling. I wish it were that simple.

You can read this article by clicking on this sentence, or you can just help yourself to my own humorous musings over this story.

Apparently, high school wrestling in Minnesota has been canceled because of an outbreak of - and I kid you not - a type of herpes called Herpes Gladiatorum" among male wrestlers.

-- commonly known as mat herpes because wrestlers are particularly susceptible -- is caused by contact with the same common herpes simplex virus that produces cold sores.

A rash on the face or upper body is sometimes accompanied by itchiness, fever and sore throat, and it can cause blindness if it reaches the eyes. Some victims suffer recurring bouts throughout their lives.

A spokeswoman for the American College of Sports Medicine said it was putting together a public education campaign about how to spot and contain outbreaks.Herpes gladiatorum -- commonly known as mat herpes because wrestlers are particularly susceptible -- is caused by contact with the same common herpes simplex virus that produces cold sores.

A rash on the face or upper body is sometimes accompanied by itchiness, fever and sore throat, and it can cause blindness if it reaches the eyes. Some victims suffer recurring bouts throughout their lives.

A spokeswoman for the American College of Sports Medicine said it was putting together a public education campaign about how to spot and contain outbreaks.


Okay, so it's not a sexual type of herpes, so I'm partially saddened, but, hey, at least it's a trifle bit more hilarious than the bombs in Boston, eh?

Jan 30, 2007

Jon Stewart and "Obamania!"

I just watched a video on Crooks and Liars regarding the way FOXNews reported the "outing" of Barack Obama's childhood going to school at a Madrassa - Arab for "school" - when he was young.

As stated above, "Madrassa" means school. He JUST WENT TO A SCHOOL, people! It's downright sinister the way that right-leaning media sources are painting Obama, don't you think?

EditRed - My Writer's Community

I've joined a writers' community, and it's pretty awesome. It's free to join and upload stories. If you're an aspiring writer or you just want to get some feedback from other people, then EditRed might be the way to go.

You can get to my site by going to www.editred.com/tblakebraddy

or

by just clicking here.

Jan 29, 2007

First Impressions Really Do Matter

I'm not going to be an advocate for Senator Hillary Clinton here, but don't you think that there is some room for opinions of her to change? I mean, everyone thinks - or still thinks - that she's the harbinger of mistrust that she was SEVEN YEARS AGO! She may very well be, but that doesn't mean that everyone should just naturally assume that she's an evil person. Opinions are malleable; they can change from time to time.

Personally, I don' think that Senator Clinton should be the Democratic candidate for president, but that's mainly because I don't believe in Dynastic politics. And, I don't think she's the right candidate for president.

However, my opinion can change over the next two years, you know? I have an open mind, and, right now, it seems as though my opinion of Rudy Giuliani might change as well. I've never agreed with the idea that a mayor of New York City should be the President of the United States of America, but I like some of his social policies. He's pro-life and pro-gay rights, so that's something I admire. But do I think he still has an underhanded side? Sure, I do. Does that make him unfit to be our next leader? No, not necessarily.

It's just that so many people dislike Hillary Clinton from so long ago that they hardly remember why. And, I'm going to be the first to give a reason why. Part of it is because she's a strong, feminist woman. Men, especially white, conservative men, don't believe women have a place in the world's order. Look at the way people thought of Eleanor Roosevelt. She had many detractors over the years. But most people don't even know why they disliked her.

I think that may be the same case with Hillary Clinton. They have knee-jerk reactions of her, and that's that. That's all they can stand of her. It's not all that simple, but I do think that it plays a small part in it. If you dislike her and have other reasons why, I'll be more than happy to hear them.

Other ones I would anticipate:

Her Health Care Plan was whack. And it was.
She just looks so damned underhanded.
She was involved in the Clinton White House.

And on and on.

Casual...WHAT?

Today I took a half day from work to try to get some job-search-related-sort-of-stuff done, and, as always, I foolishly checked Craigslist for job openings in my area.

First of all, it's a waste of time, because self-respecting employer ever posts anything there. If they do, it's always the first thing to go. And the legitimate offerings are covered in all directions by MAKE 100K FROM HOME!!!! 12K/MONTH FROM HOME!!! sorts of postings, and the real jobsters lose out.

Well, anyway, I got bored with looking at jobs and saw the little box with "Personals" as the heading. I'd never really paid attention to them, but I saw one which intrigued me right off the bat.

It's called "Casual Encounters." Now, I didn't want to invalidate the sort of privacy these people want - althought that accounts for very little - but I was curious to see what sort of people get on there.

One lady said that she wasn't looking for "white guys" because she needed something a little bigger than normal, and I'm not talking about ego.

It's not my thing, but apparently it's working for some people in the bigger cities. The "Athens" one, of course, is paltry and weird, and even it has the spam postings, with bogus pictures promising "sex talk" and such.

I swear, the internet is getting out of hand.

Jan 27, 2007

Fascism in America



Pretty please, watch this. It seems that perhaps Democrats and Republicans have traded places, as the "Conservative" Bob Novak almost actually supported his fellow conservative, Frank Zappa, in the piece, and now Republicans would not support free speech whatsoever, especially when talking about The War in Iraq.

But, I'm so glad that the country did not continue down the path of censorship. It's not everyday that I think of how free I truly am to say whatever I want without fear of repercussions. Thank your lucky stars that the Dems didn't win that battle in 1986.

Frank Zappa supports - or supported - an absolutist take on free speech, especially in the media. And why not? In America, doesn't the fabled "Marketplace of Ideas" really win? Do really unpopular ideas win? Did the morons on the show, especially Bob Novak, not realize how unConstitutional it was to say that it should be limited? Is incest hatespeech?

I understand that not all speech is protected, but I think that defending those positions is a very slippery slope. How far can one go before speech becomes libel? Or Slander? Penn Jillette can call people motherfuckers or assholes as often as he pleases on his show, but to call them "lying assholes" is crossing the line somehow?

I guess, though in some instances I can agree that speech can be rightfully limited. That is, in very limited instances can speech itself be prohibited, though I find it hard to believe that anyone has a definite, clear idea of when speech becomes unconstitutional.

What are your thoughts on this?

I found a website called The Real First Amendment?, in which the limitations are explained "with fine print." It fits somewhere in this argument, but doesn't fine print lead to some kinds of activism on the parts of lawmakers and judges?

Jan 26, 2007

Hulk Hogan Beats up Joey Ramone



Just kidding. This is Richard Belzer. The "Commenters" on YouTube say that Richard Belzer is such an intellectual and that he's intellectually manipulating the two of them, but I seem to notice that he's just breaking the fourth wall.

BUT,

He did hit his head pretty damned hard on the ground. And, since Belzer got a French Villa out of the whole thing, I'd say he's okay. I'd take a bump on the head for a house in France.

Hunter S. Thompson is my Hero. And Book Catalogues.



Okay, so it's not that simple. I'm on a huge HST kick right now, even though I've only read one of his books.

That's gonna change. I have a few in my Amazon Wish List, and they're the next books I'm going to buy.

Hunter S. Thompson represents a strange dynamic in the American spectrum of politics. He's an enigma, a paradox, because he is (or was) simultaneously truthful about what is going on in America, the absolute power corrupting absolutely part of it, and he was also a borderline drug addict, if not an addict outright.

He believed in the power of experimenting with his third eye, using mind and mood altering drugs to get him where he wanted to go. But he also understood the limits - sometimes - and I put him in a similar place - in my mind at least - as Bill Hicks, who was also kind of a visionary, an idealist, who used drugs and alcohol to sort of cut away all that smugness we hold about ourselves in this world.

Because neither Hicks nor Hunter S. Thompson could stomach the idea that these people, the politicians, were anything but corrupt. They saw through it, and we laugh at their opinions sometimes because of what they believed, that they would actually call a spade a spade, you know?

Like, I enjoy politics a great deal, and yet I fall into the same rhythmns as everyone else, talking about politicians as if they truly acted on anything even remotely heartfelt. They might have passions, but look at what happened the last time a president had a passion for something: we get a disaster in Iraq, a blow-job in the oval office (and the subsequent lying about it), No New Taxes, Iran-Contra, Grenada, etc.

But moving on.

Also, tonight in BORDERS, I saw a book by Nick Hornby which I thought was interesting. It's more or less an adventure in reading. So I thought, "Why not co-opt that?"

Well, sort of. I'm going to try to keep a conscious list of all of the books I buy and read, and my particulare thoughts on them at the time. Maybe it'll rock, and perhaps it will suck. Either way, I'm doing it.

What I'm reading right now:

High Fidelity by Nick Hornby.

What's up next:

You Suck! by Christopher Moore

After that? DOn't know. Oh, and, by the way, this is totally not what Hunter S. Thompson sat around doing, cataloguing his damned book collection. But, then again, I guess I'm not Hunter S. Thompson. I'd rather write about living the crazy life than actually go out and do it. I may be wrong, but that seems to be the allure of Mr. Thompson.

Jan 19, 2007

Yacht Rock

The internet might just be what causes the downfall of America. My friend and compadre Johnny told me about the "Yacht Rock" stuff on YouTube a while back, but I haven't had the chance to watch any of the episodes. Well, tonight I did, and the one posted below is my favorite so far. Check it out.



For those who don't know, Yacht Rock is based on the music of smooth artists of the eighties, such as Michael McDonald and Kenny Loggins. The episodes are low-budget enough but they're still pretty remarkably funny.

Here's a quote from the Wikipedia page:

n the musical sense, yacht rock refers to the highly polished brand of soft rock that emanated from Southern California during the late '70s and early '80s. In part, the term relates to the stereotype of the yuppie yacht owner, enjoying champagne and smooth music while out for a sail. Additionally, since sailing was a popular leisure activity in Southern California, many "yacht rockers" made nautical references in their lyrics and album artwork, particularly the anthemic track "Sailing" by Christopher Cross.


If you didn't really grow up in the eighties, this sort of thing is kind of hard to describe. But if you did, then you totally get the humor in the show.

Ta-Da! (With Nekkidness)

I work at a bookstore. A used bookstore. We buy books from students, but we also buy books from what I like to call "rogue sellers" - people who buy textbooks from various places and sell them to our establishment.

Well, today I was selling a set of books from another place and saw a writing book I thought I might like. I'm a writer (or want to be one) and and a bibliophile, so seeing books about writing usually pique my interest.

Boy, am I glad about that.

So I pick up one of the copies - one of the more pristine copies, which is so ironic - and begin to flip through, looking for sections I thought might help me in my quest to get published.

About halfway in, I see a foreign object and pull it out. Actually, it was two things. Guess. It was pictures of a naked co-ed! Hurray! My Friday was made complete before 11:00 am.

And there was not a stitch of clothing on her, either. It was glorious. I've found some pretty crazy things in books - I once found a dried marijuana leaf in an Art book - but this has to top everything I've ever seen. I'm practically gushing. It was awesome.

I hope you enjoyed my little story, and perhaps it will bring you as much happiness as it did me!