Someone from Turkey reading my blogs 3-5 times a day or someone IP masking from Montreal (Sympatico)and reading three times a day.
I'm just going to remove the statcounter, I think.
30.3.05
Photographic Evidence from St. Pat's with the NDG crew-
And Eve, no dissing the West Islanders , either- they are purported to have feelings, too!
Early in the day- I think the sangria was too strong
The young women flirt with bisexuality for the afternoon. No one actually goes to watch the parade happening 5 feet from the door.
I got green hair gel smushed through my locks 2 minutes after arriving. I couldn't resist.
Early in the day- I think the sangria was too strong
The young women flirt with bisexuality for the afternoon. No one actually goes to watch the parade happening 5 feet from the door.
I got green hair gel smushed through my locks 2 minutes after arriving. I couldn't resist.
Court OKs Schiavo Review
Yahoo! News - Federal Appeals Court OKs Schiavo Review: "We still have her."
If this is not a statement from someone who is not prepared to grieve I don't know what is.
God- please let this woman die in peace and have mercy on her parents' souls.
If this is not a statement from someone who is not prepared to grieve I don't know what is.
God- please let this woman die in peace and have mercy on her parents' souls.
28.3.05
Happy Easter- may you rise up again in 3 or 4 days
God is a funny guy. He sends his only son down to muck around with us lower beings, keeps him alive for 32 or so years, then lets us ace him with a spear (or die on a cross if you read the King James version of events)- and then sets him on a whirlwind tour of nobodies who will say he has risen.
So, 2000+ years later we in the Christian West get a four day weekend where we can feast, celebrate our faith in Jesus, do Spring cleaning...
-or get down and dirty with our paychecks (deposited one day early because of the banking holidays) and ride the fun times until Monday, 9:44 PM- when we decide to blog after decanting ourselves in the bath for an hour.
Hmmm- Thursday night seems an infinite time ago. Being recently plunged into singledom by my own lack of self-knowledge and/or control (some may argue it is also a mix of the two, with a healthy dash of self loathing and with a side of fear of commitment) I was out for cinq-a-sept with two of my co-workers for a round of drinks after work. We went to the bar on the ground floor of my office, which we will refer to as Pizza Mary's.
Pizza Mary's suffers from a few of Montreal's common bar problems- lacking a dance floor that is not the tightly cramped chairs and tables, horrible and greasy free appetizers on Thursday night, no shooter special at all, and horrible, mind numbing satellite music feed over the PA instead of a DJ.
All in all, the three dollar drinks can be skipped in the future. The fact my uninspired co-workers have chosen such an insipid drinking hole demonstrates their lack of taste and utter boorishness.
Cut to 9PM- a select group wanders out to invade the ever stylish "Casper's" which is not far away, and luckily downhill next to the Dubbya Hotel. Inside it is loud and packed with a bizarre mix of downtown internet nerds, mid-fashion office women in their Friday night best, and all the regulars from Upper Club that I can name- but won't. We decide to move to the back of the smoking section where hearing yourself think is almost possible- the six of us proceed to have the following disjointed conversation as we attempt to mingle.
CAST-
Me (mtlanglo)- early thirties, single, male
Harry- early forties, divorced, male- graying. Has dated more women in the past year than al my friends combined.
Mark- late twenties, taken but talks like a scoundrel- has been wearing the same suit all week.
La Bella Donna- 22, is actually Romanian, is desperate to find a reason to finally break it off with her 33 year old asshole bartender boyfriend.
Vicky- the female smoker of the group, unknown age but maybe 26- maybe 16- none of us could tell and we weren't asking
Greco- the larger, younger girl with an unfortunate moustache and a statuesque 5'8" in flats.
Harry- I'm going to force my way to the bar- I think the waiter forgot us.
Me- What if returns? Should we do two rounds?
Mark (quietly)- I'm flat out- so none for me.
La Bella Donna- (over hearing)- Oh, Marky, allow me to buy you a drink.
Me- Harry, I'll get the round here if it shows up- you go to the bar.
Greco- Bella- when are we leaving?
Bella- You know you just met these nice men...
Vicky- I'm moving over there to have a cigarette.
Me- I assume we can smoke here now that the kitchen is closed-
Mark-no, Mtlanglo, why don't you go have a smoke with Vicky?
Me- Because I'm overseeing the missing drinks.
Vicky (walks off).
Greco- I need to use the washroom.(walks off in different direction)
[pause]
Me- Bella, what the fuck is up with your friends?
Bella- I told them I was meeting three guys from work- and here you are! (smiles)
Me (as quietly as possible in a screaming packed resto)- are they under the mistaken impression this is some sort of set up?
Bella- "Set up"...what is that?
Mark- (fumes)
Me- like when you tried to play Cupid or something- like they expect us to be their dates or some-such.
Bella- (raising voice) What? You don't like my girlfriends? What is wrong with them? Vicky likes you!!
Me- That's great, Bella, but we just got here, we have plans tonight and I can't hear myself think.
Bella- Then I think we are leaving.
Mark (quietly, to me)- Good work- who do you think I would have been stuck with?
Me (fuming- no reply) .......
And, so- after one round the ladies all leave- the round after, so do we- to hit Stereobar- where we proceed to buy drinks for the waitstaff down from Daome, the DJ, and the promoter of the night- and then promptly have drinks bought for us- and so on- until it is 2 AM and we are faced with the dilemma- to go all night and show up fuckered for work, or go home and get 4 hours sleep.
Sleep wins- it is, after all, a long weekend...
So, 2000+ years later we in the Christian West get a four day weekend where we can feast, celebrate our faith in Jesus, do Spring cleaning...
-or get down and dirty with our paychecks (deposited one day early because of the banking holidays) and ride the fun times until Monday, 9:44 PM- when we decide to blog after decanting ourselves in the bath for an hour.
Hmmm- Thursday night seems an infinite time ago. Being recently plunged into singledom by my own lack of self-knowledge and/or control (some may argue it is also a mix of the two, with a healthy dash of self loathing and with a side of fear of commitment) I was out for cinq-a-sept with two of my co-workers for a round of drinks after work. We went to the bar on the ground floor of my office, which we will refer to as Pizza Mary's.
The Gang at Pizza Mary's- cheap beers a go-go
All in all, the three dollar drinks can be skipped in the future. The fact my uninspired co-workers have chosen such an insipid drinking hole demonstrates their lack of taste and utter boorishness.
Cut to 9PM- a select group wanders out to invade the ever stylish "Casper's" which is not far away, and luckily downhill next to the Dubbya Hotel. Inside it is loud and packed with a bizarre mix of downtown internet nerds, mid-fashion office women in their Friday night best, and all the regulars from Upper Club that I can name- but won't. We decide to move to the back of the smoking section where hearing yourself think is almost possible- the six of us proceed to have the following disjointed conversation as we attempt to mingle.
CAST-
Me (mtlanglo)- early thirties, single, male
Harry- early forties, divorced, male- graying. Has dated more women in the past year than al my friends combined.
Mark- late twenties, taken but talks like a scoundrel- has been wearing the same suit all week.
La Bella Donna- 22, is actually Romanian, is desperate to find a reason to finally break it off with her 33 year old asshole bartender boyfriend.
Vicky- the female smoker of the group, unknown age but maybe 26- maybe 16- none of us could tell and we weren't asking
Greco- the larger, younger girl with an unfortunate moustache and a statuesque 5'8" in flats.
Harry- I'm going to force my way to the bar- I think the waiter forgot us.
Me- What if returns? Should we do two rounds?
Mark (quietly)- I'm flat out- so none for me.
La Bella Donna- (over hearing)- Oh, Marky, allow me to buy you a drink.
Me- Harry, I'll get the round here if it shows up- you go to the bar.
Greco- Bella- when are we leaving?
Bella- You know you just met these nice men...
Vicky- I'm moving over there to have a cigarette.
Me- I assume we can smoke here now that the kitchen is closed-
Mark-no, Mtlanglo, why don't you go have a smoke with Vicky?
Me- Because I'm overseeing the missing drinks.
Vicky (walks off).
Greco- I need to use the washroom.(walks off in different direction)
[pause]
Me- Bella, what the fuck is up with your friends?
Bella- I told them I was meeting three guys from work- and here you are! (smiles)
Me (as quietly as possible in a screaming packed resto)- are they under the mistaken impression this is some sort of set up?
Bella- "Set up"...what is that?
Mark- (fumes)
Me- like when you tried to play Cupid or something- like they expect us to be their dates or some-such.
Bella- (raising voice) What? You don't like my girlfriends? What is wrong with them? Vicky likes you!!
Me- That's great, Bella, but we just got here, we have plans tonight and I can't hear myself think.
Bella- Then I think we are leaving.
Mark (quietly, to me)- Good work- who do you think I would have been stuck with?
Me (fuming- no reply) .......
The scene at Stereobar for Uzibee of Soultek!
And, so- after one round the ladies all leave- the round after, so do we- to hit Stereobar- where we proceed to buy drinks for the waitstaff down from Daome, the DJ, and the promoter of the night- and then promptly have drinks bought for us- and so on- until it is 2 AM and we are faced with the dilemma- to go all night and show up fuckered for work, or go home and get 4 hours sleep.
Sleep wins- it is, after all, a long weekend...
23.3.05
Straight Ahead
The YUL Blog Fifth Anniversary Party was an amazing night! I spent alot of time meeting new people, like Jack, Lady D and Vila H. - seeing Jonas Parker and Serge again, calling Boris "Patrick"- but not vica-versa, thank-god (Sorry...I will get this down pat soon--I need to go to the meetings more often...).
Nika has issued some awards on the event here that will give you a better overall impression of the great time we all had!
To five more great years, and thanks to Chris for letting us stay so late to finish our last beers!
Nika has issued some awards on the event here that will give you a better overall impression of the great time we all had!
To five more great years, and thanks to Chris for letting us stay so late to finish our last beers!
15.3.05
On Formal Nakedness
UP4: Why Saturday's YULblog party may be more fun than some people should expose themselves to without consulting a physician (or, at least, a Crunkologist) beforehand:
"On the why and the how formal nakedness is forcibly a coercively inclusive process : once one gets naked, those around get automatically naked without them necessarily wanting to. This holds because no one knows what can be inferred from the information offered by one's formal nakedness. The uncontrollable nature of formal nakedness paradoxically is the reason why one should voluntarily get naked : because it gives one first degree involvement on one's own representation, thus somewhat enabling one to have a control on the said representation."
Rock Star drunk
Sorry for the lack off posts lately- since I started work and with my signing bonus safely cashed I have been spending some time getting back in touch with some of my corporate Montreal crew- getting rock-star drunk in the middle of the week, on the weekends- and especially on St. Patrick's day.
(If you want to see actual photos of the Montreal St. Patty's Day Parade check out this flickr page.)
Being of mixed Irish blood from 13 generations ago when my ancestors arrived in this glorious frozen wasteland- I was out early, in full force while my girlfriend was off teaching Yoga. 11 AM, Peel Pub downtown with 4 people I knew, 30 of their friends, and 200 other screaming, drinking, stumbling people, whom, by 6 PM, I was affectionately referring to as "yaaaaalllllll", as in:
"Yaaaallllll SUCK- ain't none a yaaaaaa I'ish you drunked pig-fuckers."
And so on.
Fun times with the West Islanders continued at Cheers, where my main goal was to avoid having green beer spilt on myself by drunken 17-year-olds.
Wednesday night last week was much more civilized, if only because work kept me from beginning to "socialize" until 6 PM. Partying at the Typhoon with Turbo, the NDG crew, and their random girlfriends and guys. Happy hour ends at 8 PM but some of the crew stayed until well past midnight- cut to a $20 cab ride at 1:30 AM and you can see how we applied the term "Rock Star Drunk" to myself at 2 AM when I was home on my couch, killing a good 6 shots of Goldschlager straight from the bottle. Courtney Love Style.
Good times, good times- I'm glad Sumi doesn't charge her digital camera anymore...
(If you want to see actual photos of the Montreal St. Patty's Day Parade check out this flickr page.)
Being of mixed Irish blood from 13 generations ago when my ancestors arrived in this glorious frozen wasteland- I was out early, in full force while my girlfriend was off teaching Yoga. 11 AM, Peel Pub downtown with 4 people I knew, 30 of their friends, and 200 other screaming, drinking, stumbling people, whom, by 6 PM, I was affectionately referring to as "yaaaaalllllll", as in:
"Yaaaallllll SUCK- ain't none a yaaaaaa I'ish you drunked pig-fuckers."
And so on.
Fun times with the West Islanders continued at Cheers, where my main goal was to avoid having green beer spilt on myself by drunken 17-year-olds.
Wednesday night last week was much more civilized, if only because work kept me from beginning to "socialize" until 6 PM. Partying at the Typhoon with Turbo, the NDG crew, and their random girlfriends and guys. Happy hour ends at 8 PM but some of the crew stayed until well past midnight- cut to a $20 cab ride at 1:30 AM and you can see how we applied the term "Rock Star Drunk" to myself at 2 AM when I was home on my couch, killing a good 6 shots of Goldschlager straight from the bottle. Courtney Love Style.
Good times, good times- I'm glad Sumi doesn't charge her digital camera anymore...
8.3.05
I no longer watch the Daily Show
Which is one of my most favourite things to do. For the past while I was able to watch anytime I wanted, at 11 PM when it comes on the Comedy Network, midnight on CTV, or again, the following morning at 9 or noon. Now that I'm pulling 9-5 again--nadda-
-nor have I been watching the news.
No wonder people who work all their lives seem so disinterested in current affairs. I barely have the energy to boot up my PC to blog anymore after staring at an LCD all day.
Jesus- I need a new hobby. How about skeet shooting, anyone?
-nor have I been watching the news.
No wonder people who work all their lives seem so disinterested in current affairs. I barely have the energy to boot up my PC to blog anymore after staring at an LCD all day.
Jesus- I need a new hobby. How about skeet shooting, anyone?
3.3.05
Plax- Pre-Smoking Rinse!
Pfizer | What We Do | Medicines & Products | Plax� Pre-Brushing Rinse
Ever want one more cigarette, but your mouth already tastes like an ashtray/ car battery lead?
Plax is the answer!! It will remove all that smokey-tasting plaque and allow you to enjoy your next Dunhill. Plus, the minty after taste will make you feel like you are smoking your first menthol!
Highlights:
* Helps loosen and detach plaque.
* Clinically proven to remove more plaque than brushing alone.
* Pleasant tasting.
* Available sizes: 4 fl. oz. (118mL), 8 fl. oz. (237mL), 16 fl. oz. (1PT) 473mL, 24 fl. oz. (1.5PT) 710mL.
Mint Sensation®: Water, Sorbitol Solution, Alcohol (8.7%), Tetrasodium Pyrophosphate, Benzoic Acid, Flavor, Poloxamer 407, Sodium Benzoate, Sodium Lauryl Sulfate, Sodium Saccharin, Xanthan Gum, FD&C Blue No. 1.
Enjoy!
Ever want one more cigarette, but your mouth already tastes like an ashtray/ car battery lead?
Plax is the answer!! It will remove all that smokey-tasting plaque and allow you to enjoy your next Dunhill. Plus, the minty after taste will make you feel like you are smoking your first menthol!
Highlights:
* Helps loosen and detach plaque.
* Clinically proven to remove more plaque than brushing alone.
* Pleasant tasting.
* Available sizes: 4 fl. oz. (118mL), 8 fl. oz. (237mL), 16 fl. oz. (1PT) 473mL, 24 fl. oz. (1.5PT) 710mL.
Mint Sensation®: Water, Sorbitol Solution, Alcohol (8.7%), Tetrasodium Pyrophosphate, Benzoic Acid, Flavor, Poloxamer 407, Sodium Benzoate, Sodium Lauryl Sulfate, Sodium Saccharin, Xanthan Gum, FD&C Blue No. 1.
Enjoy!
And now for some fair use- ie: showing a Dilbert strip
Yahoo! News - Dilbert
Because you couldn't sign up to get this in your email at Dilbert.com or anything, so I am forced to tread on United Features Syndicate's copyright here, and blatantly link the image...
Because you couldn't sign up to get this in your email at Dilbert.com or anything, so I am forced to tread on United Features Syndicate's copyright here, and blatantly link the image...
"Ahhh- nothing like a little capitalist/imperialist humour to start your day off right."
or
"Hahhahah- look at the cute pig- it's wearing glasses!"
or
"Hahhahah- look at the cute pig- it's wearing glasses!"
2.3.05
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1.3.05
Welcome back to the Fortune 500
We missed you. Here's a new wrinkle that our lawyers wanted to avoiding getting hassled over in the future (somebody, somewhere, sued somebody over this...)
termination upon death: your employment shall terminate automaticallyWow. Thanks- will you send flowers at least?
upon your death without further delay or payment
Some days are better than others-
My "My Yahoo" page is full of good news today. Canada is deporting a Holocust denier back to Germany, Conda Rice isn't coming to strong arm us on missle defence anytime soon, and the Federal Government is going to tie economic policy to environmental sustainability.
Looks like I can take the day off from saving the world from itself by writing in my blog. I think I'll go rent Blade III and sit around in my housecoat.
Cheers.
Looks like I can take the day off from saving the world from itself by writing in my blog. I think I'll go rent Blade III and sit around in my housecoat.
Cheers.
23.2.05
Welcome ?????? to GSpam- Live ??????from Korea
Dear people at GMail-
Despite the increased storage size, despite your supposedly "easier" to use interface and search features- I doubt I will ever use this gmail address as my primary email, and I am definitely not going to be recommending to anymore people until you FIX THE SPAM FILTER!
How hard is it to block all email addresses with ??? in the name? Huh? Especially when I have added two dozen or more such addresses to my spam filter? Get with it- this is not building confidence in your service AT ALL.
And- yes- I know that the ??? is only what I see from the Universal Encoding, and that, in same Asian encoding set, it is actually someone's name. Well, if people in one end of the IP spectrum are abusing your service, stop signing up people that fall within that IP range until you fix your spam filter...
Thanks for listening...
mtl????????anglo????????
Despite the increased storage size, despite your supposedly "easier" to use interface and search features- I doubt I will ever use this gmail address as my primary email, and I am definitely not going to be recommending to anymore people until you FIX THE SPAM FILTER!
How hard is it to block all email addresses with ??? in the name? Huh? Especially when I have added two dozen or more such addresses to my spam filter? Get with it- this is not building confidence in your service AT ALL.
And- yes- I know that the ??? is only what I see from the Universal Encoding, and that, in same Asian encoding set, it is actually someone's name. Well, if people in one end of the IP spectrum are abusing your service, stop signing up people that fall within that IP range until you fix your spam filter...
Thanks for listening...
mtl????????anglo????????
22.2.05
America- meet Frank McKenna
I've meet Frank McKenna, back when he was the Liberal Premier of New Brunswick. I've eaten with the man at fundraisers and Canada Club lunches. I have to agree with The Hour host George Stroumboulopoulos' (thank GOD for cut and paste- that is one hell of a name!) comment that Frank is a straight shooter:
So when the Honourable Mr. McKenna made the above statement- the press pool on Parliament Hill were a bit stunned. For a second- then their erections got the better of them and they started prying for more... and McKenna gave them all a slap on the wrist (sorry- I'm forced to paraphrase here):
When Frank is done in D.C. he'll return to Ottawa and run for Prime Minister. Liberals all across Canada are all looking forward to it...
- maybe even current PM Paul Martin, who is finding out just how rough the ride can be in the big chair. Don't worry, Paul- the time will flash by before you can so Vote of Confidence...
Now, this may not be a shocker to some of us who know that our role in the proposed "Missile Shield" is going to consist mainly of us allowing long range radar sweeps over our air space (and maybe some highly secret anti-missile batteries in the Arctic). But the general populace doesn't know or understand this.
So when the Honourable Mr. McKenna made the above statement- the press pool on Parliament Hill were a bit stunned. For a second- then their erections got the better of them and they started prying for more... and McKenna gave them all a slap on the wrist (sorry- I'm forced to paraphrase here):
"Do you know what George Bush means when he asks Canada to fully participate in the program?"Frank's going to have quite the job if he is confirmed as the new Canadian Ambassador to the United States. He's well on his way to being a media darling while hopefully raising the quality of questions our journalists are going to ask. And W. will love him (they are already golf buddies, if I recall correctly)- he is plain spoken and has the jawline of Dick Tracy- Bush will "like the cut of his jib." The rift between our two countries will be healed, and we will sally forth in joy and prosperity.
When Frank is done in D.C. he'll return to Ottawa and run for Prime Minister. Liberals all across Canada are all looking forward to it...
- maybe even current PM Paul Martin, who is finding out just how rough the ride can be in the big chair. Don't worry, Paul- the time will flash by before you can so Vote of Confidence...
21.2.05
"These are bad times for people who like to sit outside the library at dawn on a rainy morning and get ripped to the tits on crank and powerful music..."
"Nixon had the unique ability to make his enemies seem honorable, and we developed a keen sense of fraternity. Some of my best friends have hated Nixon all their lives. My mother hates Nixon, my son hates Nixon, I hate Nixon, and this hatred has brought us together.The good Doctor decided to take his own life last night, in Aspen, Colorado, while his wife was out to the store. His son Juan is reported to have had found him- and I guess it must have been a gruesome sight. I feel deeply for his family for their loss.
Nixon laughed when I told him this. 'Don't worry,' he said. 'I, too, am a family man, and we feel the same way about you.'"
from Better Than Sex- Confessions of A Political Junkie by Hunter S. Thompson (1994)
I always hoped his end would involve the firearms he was so enthusiastic about. He loved "high-powered weapons" more than he did the drugs. I'm glad he didn't overdose in some strange opium den- that would have been a shame. I wouldn't have liked that media storm- was it a suicide or an inadvertent overdose? His enemies (and he still had quite a few- memories in the Doctor's business are long and the kind of stakes he was playing with were huge...) might have twisted his death into some sort of morality play.
Too bad the film version of Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas was so popular- it really is clouding the media focus on his death. His most important work began with his next book, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail, 1972. This tome follows Hunter through the mind, body and soul wrenching experience of covering the '72 election all the way from the first Democratic primary right to Nixon's
And in it all he made dramatic exposure of what lies beneath the veneer of respectability displayed as the US electoral process. It is a mad power grab for the highest stakes- and it is not for the weak of heart.
From then on, Hunter was called on repeatedly by Rolling Stone to cover, explain, and make palatable the electoral process for their tuned in and dropped out readers. How successful he was in bringing American youth to some comprehension about "How It All Works" in American politics is too difficult for me to judge- but I know that the choir he did convert will be singing his praises for decades to come.
As writers, and specifically as bloggers, I think we owe a huge debt to this man for escaping the confines of "objective journalism" some forty years ago and playing fast and loose with decorum, drug and firearm laws, community standards and libel laws. The written word can paint a much more diverse picture thanks to him, and he will be sorely missed.
Mtlanglo, February 21, 2005
Montreal
19.2.05
Five Days in Bangkok
CBC.ca - Arts - Film - Five Days in Bangkok
I am loving the new CBC Arts site, they have gone the extra mile and have original content from some of Canada's best minds. Today it was Don McKellar writing on the Bangkok Film Festival he attended. And there, in the middle, is some great reporting- some great humanity- some real politik that has made me think I am not the only person who views the world in a clinical manner:
One final note on the Tsunami disaster: to all of you who think the Canadian Government shouldn't have sent the DART military unit over there at the expense of $48 million or so- that the money would have been better spent by NGO's- you're naive fools. You send over a fully outfitted military squad to do soil sampling, covert target assessment; and to make estimates of military preparedness of the "host" country. They're there to check out the stability of the government, the neighboring governments- to get the lay of the land. So to speak...
(addendum- I'll expand here for clarity- yes, NGO's could have used the money better for purely humanitarian relief. But it is highly unlikely that was their sole mission in being there. I have yet to meet an NGO employee who would take kindly to an Intelligence de-briefing.)
I am loving the new CBC Arts site, they have gone the extra mile and have original content from some of Canada's best minds. Today it was Don McKellar writing on the Bangkok Film Festival he attended. And there, in the middle, is some great reporting- some great humanity- some real politik that has made me think I am not the only person who views the world in a clinical manner:
"The day before I arrived, the Thai Prime Minister made a statement: Thailand will not ask the world for aid. It is not a Third World country, and it will never be taken seriously again if it presents itself begging for money. Joy tells me how these words filled her with pride."And this quote, from the very kind people at Oxfam-Québec, landed in my email, thanking myself and the other organizers of our little house music benefit show late last month:
"On behalf of the people of South Asia, we are deeply grateful for your generosity and proud to welcome you to the Oxfam-Québec family."That's a whole lotta thanks. I hope our meager contribution is going to good use.
One final note on the Tsunami disaster: to all of you who think the Canadian Government shouldn't have sent the DART military unit over there at the expense of $48 million or so- that the money would have been better spent by NGO's- you're naive fools. You send over a fully outfitted military squad to do soil sampling, covert target assessment; and to make estimates of military preparedness of the "host" country. They're there to check out the stability of the government, the neighboring governments- to get the lay of the land. So to speak...
(addendum- I'll expand here for clarity- yes, NGO's could have used the money better for purely humanitarian relief. But it is highly unlikely that was their sole mission in being there. I have yet to meet an NGO employee who would take kindly to an Intelligence de-briefing.)
16.2.05
15.2.05
Napster Terrorists
Have you seen these Napster ads on the web? It looks like they are holding 70's cartoon style bombs...
"Im gonna get, you wascally mawines..."
Or remote detonating switches.
"Im gonna get, you wascally mawines..."
Or remote detonating switches.
12.2.05
How to Torture a Devout Male Muslim
Yahoo! News - A FEW MUSINGS ABOUT VALENTINE'S DAY:
Smack dab in this banal ramble about feminism and Valentine's Day- a shocker:
And these are our closest allies and trading partners? Are 3000 dead from 9/11 really a justification to betray your humanity like this? And the Pentagon is going to try to pin it on the two female officers who allegedly performed said torture (I mean, really, let's stop burying our collective heads in the sand and call it what it is, torture):
Female Officer #1: How was your leave?
Female Officer #2: Pretty good, relaxing. Watched a lot of TV with the hubby.
Female Officer #1: Ahhh- I miss my TiVo...
Female Officer #2:-and I saw this amazing show on PBS-
Female Officer #1: Hahaha...PBS!!!
Female Officer #2: -no, really! It was all about the rise of Islam and about their cultural and religious beliefs and systems. It got me thinking about all these guys we have in "The Pen"...
Female Officer #1: Yeah- like how they are all freaks against God!
Female Officer #2: Naw, more useful- they have all these hang-ups about women, about touching us, about us "touching" them, and about menstrual blood and praying...
Female Officer #1: -yeah, the praying thing freaks me out daily. All of them pointing the same way in the yard, even after we put the hoods on 'em and spin 'em around...
Female Officer #2: Yeah, totally, but if we put our menstrual blood on them (or pretend to) then they will be "unclean" before Allah and won't want to pray for fear of being struck down or something--- I was pretty tired towards the end, but that's the idea I got.
Female Officer #1: Wow, who would have thought PBS could be so interesting! Let's get some pigs blood from the mess and try this out tonight. All that chanting gives me the willies.
Female Officer #2: Yeah- but don't you think we should run this by that CIA guy at least to see if this would be helpful? To see if it fits in the guidelines... I mean, it's not like we're gonna hook their balls up to a car battery or anything, but you never know...
Female Officer #1: That CIA guy is pretty hot- all mysterious, and stuff- and everyone just calling him Agent Brown all the time. It gets my panties wet just---naw- let's surprise him. Bring your camera- we'll show him the pictures later. It shows initiative...we might even get promotions out of it!
Female Officer #2: Yeah...you're right! I wanna put on some "provocative" panties, too.
Female Officer #1: To really rile up the prisoners?
Female Officer #2: No, silly! For Agent Brown! If he's gonna see these photos, I wanna look HOT!
Both: (Giggles)
--dear God, I hope it didn't happen like that. Not at all.
Smack dab in this banal ramble about feminism and Valentine's Day- a shocker:
"Hold your moral outrage: These female officers would sidle up against the mostly Arab men, half strip in front of them and then -- hold your breath -- pretend to be taking menstrual blood from under their own pants before smearing it on the horrified men's bodies. That way, the prisoners would be 'unclean' in Muslim terms for prayer."I don't care what deity you pray to, our what country you are "protecting"; attacking your prisoners' faith in such a maniacally evil, calculated way is beyond the pale.
And these are our closest allies and trading partners? Are 3000 dead from 9/11 really a justification to betray your humanity like this? And the Pentagon is going to try to pin it on the two female officers who allegedly performed said torture (I mean, really, let's stop burying our collective heads in the sand and call it what it is, torture):
The newspaper quoted Defense Department officials as saying two female interrogators have been reprimanded for such tactics.It's not likely these two were sitting around one day having a conversation like this:
Female Officer #1: How was your leave?
Female Officer #2: Pretty good, relaxing. Watched a lot of TV with the hubby.
Female Officer #1: Ahhh- I miss my TiVo...
Female Officer #2:-and I saw this amazing show on PBS-
Female Officer #1: Hahaha...PBS!!!
Female Officer #2: -no, really! It was all about the rise of Islam and about their cultural and religious beliefs and systems. It got me thinking about all these guys we have in "The Pen"...
Female Officer #1: Yeah- like how they are all freaks against God!
Female Officer #2: Naw, more useful- they have all these hang-ups about women, about touching us, about us "touching" them, and about menstrual blood and praying...
Female Officer #1: -yeah, the praying thing freaks me out daily. All of them pointing the same way in the yard, even after we put the hoods on 'em and spin 'em around...
Female Officer #2: Yeah, totally, but if we put our menstrual blood on them (or pretend to) then they will be "unclean" before Allah and won't want to pray for fear of being struck down or something--- I was pretty tired towards the end, but that's the idea I got.
Female Officer #1: Wow, who would have thought PBS could be so interesting! Let's get some pigs blood from the mess and try this out tonight. All that chanting gives me the willies.
Female Officer #2: Yeah- but don't you think we should run this by that CIA guy at least to see if this would be helpful? To see if it fits in the guidelines... I mean, it's not like we're gonna hook their balls up to a car battery or anything, but you never know...
Female Officer #1: That CIA guy is pretty hot- all mysterious, and stuff- and everyone just calling him Agent Brown all the time. It gets my panties wet just---naw- let's surprise him. Bring your camera- we'll show him the pictures later. It shows initiative...we might even get promotions out of it!
Female Officer #2: Yeah...you're right! I wanna put on some "provocative" panties, too.
Female Officer #1: To really rile up the prisoners?
Female Officer #2: No, silly! For Agent Brown! If he's gonna see these photos, I wanna look HOT!
Both: (Giggles)
--dear God, I hope it didn't happen like that. Not at all.
Finally- the fiefdoms may end.
CBC Montreal - Feds may shift thousands of PS jobs
In a move that may change the way we see the bureaucracy that is the Canadian government, the CBC has gleaned from leaked budget documents that there may be a move to "one stop" service offices for all things you need the Gov Of CA for.
I wouldn't bet the farm on it, though- I'm sure the various unions affected will be up in arms and this will never see the light of day.
-unless the feds offer to finally come good on pay-equity as a trade. Yeah- I wouldn't be holding my breath for any of this... hopefully the union's sense of being "public servants" will be taken into account before deep sixing this as a threat to their members' jobs.
In a move that may change the way we see the bureaucracy that is the Canadian government, the CBC has gleaned from leaked budget documents that there may be a move to "one stop" service offices for all things you need the Gov Of CA for.
It would provide one-stop shopping for Canadians who need anything from jobs to employment-insurance forms to passports to health services for veterans.Sounds great- think of the money that would be saved on expensive urban office space, the bloated middle management in each department that exists simply to make sure the front-line staff punches in on time and is paid properly- all of that gone.
I wouldn't bet the farm on it, though- I'm sure the various unions affected will be up in arms and this will never see the light of day.
-unless the feds offer to finally come good on pay-equity as a trade. Yeah- I wouldn't be holding my breath for any of this... hopefully the union's sense of being "public servants" will be taken into account before deep sixing this as a threat to their members' jobs.
11.2.05
Waking Up in Bliss: December 2004
Ackk- I think I blew my load in December. It was my finest blogging month for sure. January had its moments, but December absolutely fucking rocked.
Oh, well- I need to get out of the house more and get some adventures going to get back in the swing of things...
Oh, well- I need to get out of the house more and get some adventures going to get back in the swing of things...
4.2.05
Mentors I
I'm glad Kenneth Smith is still writing for The Comics Journal. He was the first person who pointed out to my young 16 year old mind that Frank Miller's Dark Knight portrayed Batman as an unrepentant Fascist with a capital "F" (Batman on The Joker- "There's nothing wrong with him that I can't fix...with my hands") .
...and that there was room for intellectual and aesthetic criticism in any art form.
Too bad he looks like an extra from a television advert for one of those "Learn how to Draw by Correspondence" schools...
More talk on comics on the CBC, too. Go on, waste some time reliving your child/teenage years. Or last weekend ;)
2.2.05
This just in-
...I am considering reorganizing my room to create better Feng Shui for my new occasional guest. I've been trying to explain my rather boring scientific view of the world to her, but she is persuasively happy and ... balanced.
There might be something to all this yoga and middle eastern philosophy. There might also be something up with my theory that my kitten is the Anti-Christ and that Cthullu is living next door-
-WAITING
I did confess to her last night that I read a bunch of Carlos Casteneda's books in my early twenties- but that I thought it was mainly fictional, much like Journey to the East was.
Anyway- time to move the bed...
There might be something to all this yoga and middle eastern philosophy. There might also be something up with my theory that my kitten is the Anti-Christ and that Cthullu is living next door-
-WAITING
I did confess to her last night that I read a bunch of Carlos Casteneda's books in my early twenties- but that I thought it was mainly fictional, much like Journey to the East was.
Anyway- time to move the bed...
1.2.05
If I was the King of Nepal
Would I suspend the constitution, enforce martial law and kick out the bloated, self-congratulatory bureaucrats the people elected so I could get my 78,000 man Royal Nepalese Army (of which I am the Supreme Commander, BTW- it gives me a hard on just thinking of it!) back to the job of hunting down and humiliating the Maoist rebels who have been disturbing MY country for the past eight years.
Damn straight I would. This "multi-party democracy" thing never really worked, anyway...
But if someone else is giving special powers to the military to shut down radio stations, place the leaders of the political parties under house arrest and starts diverting commercial air-traffic- well then, maybe they haven't really got this democracy thing figured out...
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Have a look at this man on the right:
و قد أدان كل من بوشبا كمال دهال (pushpa kamal dahal)
His name is Pushpa Kamal Dahal. His group of Maoist rebels have been involved in an "insurgency" (to use the current term in vogue) that has lead to the deaths of over 10,000 people in the last 7 years. Why? Because they want a socialist state.
Great! Why not just win an election? What's that.... not Maoist enough for you? Need a cultural revolution, do you?
Fuck you- we've got LOTS of AK-47s to go around and those discounted Russian helicopter gunships I traded for some mineral rights just arrived (courtesy of the Georgians) and they should make quick work of your "mountain fighters" once we Agent Orange the lower valleys and drive you into the arms of the Indian border patrols- who, let me assure you, are prepared to mow you down, on site, and have rigged the entire border with enough flechette anti-personnel mines to make the Korean DMZ look like Main Street at Disney Land.
Soviet made MI24 Helicopter gunship- Boxing Day sale, now 30% off!
This is what running a country is about- take notes. When push comes to shove and all you lefties are crying over "peace" and "human rights" my troops will be out there protecting the good Nepalese people. They'll be defending them with guns, jet fighters, ample amounts of napalm, and assault helicopters. If that makes some white-assed academics and liberal bleeding hearts in the West upset, I say go get your own country and let me know how that works out for you.
I can even start you out with 10,000 Maoist rebels who will soon be out of work.
King Gyanendra
Damn straight I would. This "multi-party democracy" thing never really worked, anyway...
"Critics argue that the governmental reforms did not appreciably improve the political order because the new government was also characterized by extreme corruption bordering on kleptocracy."- from WikipediaWhy are all the Western media and governments wringing their collective hands over this "human rights issue"? Because- it's a knee-jerk reaction to any perceived loss of "human rights" by people who aren't our enemies. I didn't see CNN, CBC, or Tony Blair getting their panties wet when the Homeland security bill was passed- or when the US military turned their little tip of Cuba into a concentration camp that even offends the sensibilities of people I have suspected of being slightly fascist...
But if someone else is giving special powers to the military to shut down radio stations, place the leaders of the political parties under house arrest and starts diverting commercial air-traffic- well then, maybe they haven't really got this democracy thing figured out...
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Have a look at this man on the right:
و قد أدان كل من بوشبا كمال دهال (pushpa kamal dahal)
His name is Pushpa Kamal Dahal. His group of Maoist rebels have been involved in an "insurgency" (to use the current term in vogue) that has lead to the deaths of over 10,000 people in the last 7 years. Why? Because they want a socialist state.
Great! Why not just win an election? What's that.... not Maoist enough for you? Need a cultural revolution, do you?
Fuck you- we've got LOTS of AK-47s to go around and those discounted Russian helicopter gunships I traded for some mineral rights just arrived (courtesy of the Georgians) and they should make quick work of your "mountain fighters" once we Agent Orange the lower valleys and drive you into the arms of the Indian border patrols- who, let me assure you, are prepared to mow you down, on site, and have rigged the entire border with enough flechette anti-personnel mines to make the Korean DMZ look like Main Street at Disney Land.
Soviet made MI24 Helicopter gunship- Boxing Day sale, now 30% off!
This is what running a country is about- take notes. When push comes to shove and all you lefties are crying over "peace" and "human rights" my troops will be out there protecting the good Nepalese people. They'll be defending them with guns, jet fighters, ample amounts of napalm, and assault helicopters. If that makes some white-assed academics and liberal bleeding hearts in the West upset, I say go get your own country and let me know how that works out for you.
I can even start you out with 10,000 Maoist rebels who will soon be out of work.
King Gyanendra
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