Will have to spend hours just trying to fix it.
Then I get to start again.
FUUUFUFUFCCKK!!!!
Ignoring substantial parts of her record if not the facts, she depicts herself as a frugal traveler on the taxpayer's dime, a reformer without ties to powerful interests and a politician roguishly indifferent to high ambition.
Palin goes adrift, at times, on more contemporary issues, too. She criticizes President Barack Obama for pushing through a bailout package that actually was achieved by his Republican predecessor George W. Bush – a package she seemed to support at the time.
A look at some of her statements in "Going Rogue," obtained by The Associated Press in advance of its release Tuesday:
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It is a staple of the writers of the cyberpunk genre and culture that change is speeding up. That we are technoshocked and find our experience increasingly remote.
I think this is a myth. A big fat lie they tell themselves. Don't get me wrong I read these writers because they make cultural observations and insights that seem beyond the reach of normal mainstream writers. However their mindview comes with cultural baggage, and I truly think this is one of those bags that they seem to fail to notice is empty.
Take a look at 1994 versus 2001 versus 2009. The cultural and technological differences between 1994 and 2001 seem pretty big when compared to 2002 and now.
Now lets double that. Look at the differences between 15 yeaars ago, 1994 versus 30 years ago, 1979. Think about the differences between 1979 and 1994. In 1979 nearly no one owned a PC, offices were still mostly manual, broadcast TV was three channels and perhaps three more UHF stations if you were luck. Cars still used carberators. Gays still had to be in the closet. The term "oral sex" was confined to the pages of Playboy and private conversations; white males held absolute dominance in national politics. Compare that to 1994; cable tv, computerized fuel injection, the automated office, PCs were becoming household appliances with the web, rainbow pride was well known in the news.....less difference between 1994 and now than 1994 and 1979.
Lets double that again.
Sure 1979 cars had carberators, but the Japanense had unseated the US as the number one exporter, automatic tramsmission and cateletic conveters were standard. Two seperate markets, one interested in smaller efficient cars and some who wanted larger gas hogs Office work was the standard. Everone but the homeless had a telephone. News and entertainment come from a screen in peoples homes.
As opposed to 1949....the US was on the top of the world. Cars came in one size...big. Telephone service was sometimes scarce in rural communities. TV was nearly unheard of. Few people worked in an office.
And double it again 1889 versus 1949. We have far more in common with the motion picture viewing, modern thought, commuting by car person of 1949 than the horse and buggy agrarian 1889 has with 1949.
So the whole "speeding up" thing is IMNSHO a myth.

October came this year, but it was a bumpy one, between Erin's health, poor weather, and craptastic finances...I couldn't make my favorite time of year everything I could have hoped, but still had a very nice time. Mother, pictured here, was the usual centerpiece of my window display that people seem to enjoy every year.
Now trick or treaters, for a childfree person, I like the ritual....a lot. I not only give out a fun sized chocolate, but also a small toy, perhaps a Halloween pencil, or some spider rings. The third set of kids I got were exactly the kind I hate. No costume, not even a Halloween themed bag, just nasty ghetto 13 year old coming up on their bikes, and I frankly just gave them the lamest candy I had. They then tried to demand something else, I told them "the good candy is for kids in costumes" they then tried to threaten me and when I just stared at them, they took off, assholes. I blow $50.00 on treats...spend $2.00 on a cheap mask.
But for the most part the costume-less beggars were only a few in the around 250 trick or treaters (though the 50 plus year old ones always weird me out) In particular, the Playdough and the squirt guns seemed to be big hits.
( Halloween 2009 )
I guess they are about 9 to 12 years old.
They asked for "early Halloween candy."
What? The? Fuck?
I stated "you get Halloween candy on Halloween" They tried to engage me in further question but I was not having any of it.
The concept of just knocking on a strangers door and asking for stuff other than on Halloween itself would never have occurred to me as a child. I knew it was rude.
Halloween is a social contract even if it is breaking the rules for a day. The small thrill of seeing people in costumes for a small payment.
Still trying to figure it out.
Mr. Praline: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.
(The owner does not respond.)
Mr. Praline: 'Ello, Miss?
Parson: What do you mean "miss"?
Mr. Praline: I'm sorry, It was the frock you are wearing. I wish
to make a complaint!
Parson: We're closin' for lunch.
Mr. Praline: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about
this savior I’ve been paying homage to at this very establishment
since I was born.
Parson: Oh yes, the, uh, the Son of Yahweh...What's,uh...What's
wrong with it?
Mr. Praline: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's
dead, that's what's wrong with it!
Parson: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting in ‘eaven with father.
Mr. Praline: Look, matey, I know a failed savior when I see one,
and I'm looking at one right now up there on that cross. I found a
passage saying: “But I say unto you of a truth, There are some of
those standing here who shall not taste death until they shall have
seen the kingdom of God “
Parson: No no he's not dead, he's, he's going to ‘ave a second
coming! Yahweh’s son, we got beautiful rituals
Mr. Praline: The rituals don't enter into it. He's stone dead.
Parson: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
Mr. Praline: All right then, if he's restin', Why I’ll just wake
him. ‘Allo Jesus wake up, I’m doubting you. You will have a saved soul
if…
Parson: Abba abba gabble geeble! There, the spirit moved me! I
spoke in tounges!
Mr. Praline: No, he didn't, that was you just spouting
gibberish!
Parson I never!!
Mr. Praline: Yes, you did!
Parson: I never, never did anything...
Mr. Praline: (shouting into the air) I am asking you in your name
for something, Don’t let me blaspheme! Don’t let me sully your icon.
(tears the crucifix off the wall tosses it into the air and it crashes
into the ground)
Mr. Praline: Now that's what I call a dead Savior.
Parson: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!
Mr. Praline: STUNNED?!?
Parson: Yeah! You stunned him, With your heathen behavior.
Yaweh’s son types stun easily, major.
Mr. Praline: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad
enough of this. That savior is definitely deceased, and when I was
going to mass here you assured me that he was just tuckered out from
saving us from our sins, two millennia ago.
Parson: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the Dead
sea.
Mr. Praline: PININ' for the Dead Sea?!?!?!? What kind of talk is
that?, look, why did he fail to answer any prayer that couldn’t have
happen by chance EVER!
Parson: The Yaweh’s son prefers keepin' it mysterious!
Remarkable savior, id'nit, squire? Lovely rituals!
Mr. Praline: Look, I took the liberty of examining this bible
when I got it home, and I discovered it all chock full of
descrepancies. Including miscalculating Pi, saying bats are birds, and
no less than two different ways Judas died.
(pause)
Parson: Well, o'course it ‘as descrepancies! If it hadn't people
would think the lord isn’t mysterious and “VOOM!”
Mr. Praline: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this savior wouldn't "voom" if you
put four million volts through it! 'E's bleedin' demised!
Parson: No no! 'E's pining!
Mr. Praline: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This savior is no
more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker!
'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e
rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the cross 'e'd be
pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's
off the twig! 'E's kicked the
bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain
and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-SAVIOR!!
(pause)
Parson: Well, I'd better replace it, then
The baffoon and hypocrit named Rush Limbaugh star has been falling, and the wacko right has found a replacement, one even more prone to lying, demogougery, and batshit insane: Glenn Beck
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWPvUOEqh
"Im not saying he doesn't like white people" and "(He) has a deep seated hatred of white people"
Yeah, Mr Beck what a wonderful well thought out argument. Two absolutely completely opposite statments in the same interview
Then, their is the View, which I thinks sucks, but notice this one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t44yNRnoY
Shows Barbara Walters and Whoopi Goldberg showing him lying
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Tb_mMPD6
Now this one is Olbermann...who is too liberal for my tastes...but I I do admire for calling conservative idiots for what they are, idiots. Unfortunately Olberman will reach and make stretches, is occasionally hypocritical...and too often will just treat conservatives as idiots by nature, rather than by...as I believe, that the groups conservatives and idiots are neither identical, nor exclusive of each other.
Glenn Beck called his 70,000 member 9-12 crowd as two million...that goes beyond egageration to lying.
He pulls the fake tears out every time
and oddest of all is that his first major story was about how bad the insurance industry treats patients in the hospital.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YA7-BvVDV
Here he is unable to answer questions without freaking out and name calling
Crap.
I see people using Obama's middle name as a blatent attempt at associating him with terrorism. I see people calling him a socialist and putting him in pictures with Lenin. I even see people calling him Hitler. I even read a reply to a post I made where someone said, seriously, that he is Islamic and tripled the debt in the first six months in office, statements that are patently false...not just a difference of opinion but verifiably FALSE. These are grown adults with the level of Political awareness and well though out positions that I was, on the left, leaving behing by the second semester of Sophmore high school.
Looking at Obama's performance so far, I find him a "C-" president. Naive, promised too much, delived too little. To be fair, it is his first year, and many good Presidents first year is pretty lackluster. But given that he followed GW Bush, IMNSHO the worst president ever, makes him look sparkling by comparison. I also don't care for Obama's stance on guns and gun ownership. But GW manage to increase the debt more than any other president in history, had the most enditements for graft in history, a vast stock market plunge, and had the first drop in median household income adjusted for inflation since the depression. Yes, he proved more disasterous for business than the much maligned Carter, and had a more corrupt cabinet than Grant. I didn't think he was going to be worse than Grant(the next worse president) but he did. Nixon had nothing on the Bush administration.
But the same people who praised the living fuck out of the incompetent and corrupt Bush administration are just as childishly launching baseless attacks on Obama.
The ultimate thing is, when we look for standards of living, including healthcare, the US lags behind numerous nations, all with socialized medicine but essentially slightly socialized capitalist countries..
I feel that my opinion is mature, only because I put evidence before doctrine. Were the evidence point that this wasn't the case, my opinion would be revised. That is why I refer to myself as a radical moderate.
After all, I got this big chunk of Fillet Mignon and had to share. Once again, I never seem to have to patience to really get charcoal going, I should really give it 70 minutes.

This past week Erin and myself went to the Washington DC Lego convention. Even the Badge was made out of lego with the express intent of allowing you to pimp it out.
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I knew him primarily from gaming circles. He was the link between Baltimore Science Fiction Society, BSFS and Gamers League of Baltimore Elite (GLOBE) and particularly liked of all role playing Games, Paranoia. A black Humor game about a dystopian future run by a badly programmed computer. Appealed to his dark sense of humor, his gamer side, and the fact that he worked as a computer programmer for most of the seventies and part of the eighties. He was so good at getting the humor of the game he once ran it for the writers of the game, and reduced them to tears with laughter. He also was a big fan of Car Wars, a distopian future game war game based around Cars with guns.
I kept in touch with Hal, even introducing him to Magic the Gathering after the collapse of Globe. Then he was at the forefront of getting gaming back at BSFS with the Games Club of Maryland, riding on the Eurogame boom of alternative boardgames. It was fun because he could be an exuberant winner, or a sore loser without even the slightest touch of any serious rancor or selfish pride. A man who celebrated just having a good time and tongue and cheek humor.
In a way, and I don't think he knew it, he was sort of my idealized father figure.
I found out just last night he died that morning. His continuing battles with diabetes and heart problems finally caught up with him. My life has just become a bit of a darker place. I shall miss him sorely. I just wish I could game with him again.
Ahh yet another aopogist has sunk his teeth into sidestepping one of the most airtight, logical arguments against the existence of the Christian God. He does so by the usual, lying and illogic.
Some use this question in an attempt to "disprove" the existence of God. In fact, there is a popular anti-Christian website dedicated to the “Why won’t God heal amputees?” argument: http://www.whywontgodhealamputees.com. If God is all-powerful and if Jesus promised to do anything we ask (or so the reasoning goes), then why won’t God ever heal amputees when we pray for them? Why does God heal victims of cancer and diabetes, for example, yet He never causes an amputated limb to be regenerated? The fact that an amputee stays an amputee is "proof" to some that God does not exist, that prayer is useless, that so-called healings are coincidence, and that religion is a myth.
WRONG! The argument asks why in any circumstance recorded, has this not happened. It asks for evidence. You say about rabbit in your yard= the world. The Question doesn't just limit itself to say, Chicago. There is evidence of rabbits elsewhere, but as to magical deific, healing of amuputees, none. So Write one up to STRAWMAN
Which is to say: he only preformed wonders when it was not easily refuted, or questioned. So did lots of gods. Occam's razor can sure cut deep, Eh? BEGGING THE QUESTION
Wrong: Thistrying to obfucate magical hereafter for the reality of what we can measure. RED HERRING
Wrong: This is a red herring, trying to obfucate the mysterious God's plan for the reality of what we can measure. RED HERRING
So you are accusing him of what every person who has ever tried a point in writing...ever...has done. BEGGING THE QUESTION

Erin poses for a shot on the beach.
After our little 4th of July trip, Erin was itching for a real vacation at AC, by going during the week we managed to squeak it into our budget. The first day was lovely, but the lifegaurds were very demanding, and what we used as a changing room the first time around, apparently isn't to be used for changing.
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After OakHill, which Erin found somewhat disappointing, we decided to try a graveyard that we've been past many times. I thought it would be uninteresting, being established in 1912. However, I was wrong. It was a bit of a bittersweet experience for me as the last time I was in that graveyard was for the burial of a good friend, fellow Iconoclast, and D&D buddy from high school who had committed suicide, Phillip Enlich.
The odd thing was some unexpected parallels to OakHill

Like Cenotaph sheltered busts
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SomeBunny loves you, some bunny loves you so much that they didn't just send you their heart but the rest of their internal organs as well.

Erin and I WENT to Atlantic City on Saturday with Jon, Wes, and Cheryl for the 4th and it was actually a fairly good trip. Even though we did get a late start, and the traffic was miserable, there was no fighting, few sour faces, and little drama.
But unfortunately between the late start and the craptastic traffic, mostly slowed up by 5 fricken tolls, we didn't get to AC until about 6:30 and I with the dipping sun, no one in the group but myself was willing to brave the cold surf. And Erin gives me crap for being a pussy, HA!
None the less it was damn cold.
I got a few pictures:

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