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News Briefs 17-02-2006

Today’s news is dedicated to long-time user, Nostra. I wonder if he’ll guess why?

Quote of the Day:

But it’s not enough to simply vomit out of your fingers. It’s important to say what you mean clearly, correctly and well. It’s important to maintain high standards. It’s important to think before you write.

Wired Commentary, Literacy Limps Into the Kill Zone, by Tony Long, copy chief at Wired News, who believes that all business majors should be required to study Latin and minor in English lit.

  1. Dedicated to Nostra…
    Hmmm, not sure I have guessed this one.

    Must admit though, I do feel a certain empathy with the early ‘knock-kneed’ Australopithecines since the motorbike accident!

    And Kat, please keep up the good work – we all appreciate it very much.

    Regards to one and all.

    Nostra

    1. Dedicated to Nostra because…
      Hi Nostra,

      I know you prefer your TDG sans politics, so after last Friday’s heavy dose, I decided I’d do my best to produce a politics-free edition this week. 😉

      Kat

  2. Brain, drugs, music
    I just updated today’s news to include a link to New Scientist’s version of the ecstasy article, because it includes much more info. (Sorry, there’s just no way I can read every site’s version of a news story before deciding on one to include.)

    Here’s the part of the New Scientist article that intrigues me:

    “His findings echo previous research by Jenny Morton of the University of Cambridge, who discovered that a combination of methamphetamine (or speed) and loud, pulsing music is much more damaging to mice than either stimulus alone (New Scientist, 3 November 2001, p 17). White noise had no effect on the mice in her experiments. “If Iannone’s team had used loud, pulsing noise, their effects would probably have been even stronger,” she says.”

    So at least two studies have been done on the combined effects of recreational drugs and ‘noise’ on the brain. What mystifies me is that none of these researchers speculated on a possible mechanism for what they found, nor did they speculate on any further implications.

    If loud noise affects the brain’s metabolism of ecstasy and meth, doesn’t this imply that a variety of such environmental factors may also play havoc with normally-occurring brain chemicals?

    Of course, for some time now, this has been a leading theory on the cause of depression – that physical, emotional and/or mental stress causes a reduction or imbalance in certain neurotransmitters. But at least the researchers in this area have pointed out the subjective nature of such stressors.

    If ecstasy users enjoy the loud music they’re listening to, rather than feeling stressed by it, wouldn’t the results be different?

    Kat

    1. hacker rewards
      The article says Mozilla (among others) is also offering money – $500 – to those who report critical flaws.

      But not Microsoft – they’d rather spend $250,000 for info about a hacker than offer reasonable rewards for reporting holes.

      Kat

  3. Truth isn’t just stranger than fiction, it’s funnier too.
    I had chuckled more than once at the Quote of the Day from yesterday’s news briefs, the Cordry comment, but today I saw something that would almost make me cry…if I could stop laughing long enough.

    When I got back to my place this evening, I did what I usually do: I turned on the TV, then the computer, and went to make a pitcher of martinis. As it turned out, the TV was tuned to a news channel and I heard something that made me drop the pitcher…I heard 78-year-old Harry Whittington apologizing for all the trouble he’d caused by being shot by the vice-president of the United States. Now there’s dedication and patriotism in action: after being shot, spending days in hospital, having a heart attack and knowing that his family has been hearing hourly reports of how there may be more and worse heart attacks yet to come, Whittington’s first thought was to apologize for what a bother he’d been. Even though it hasn’t been reported, can’t you just imagine Whittington’s phone call to the owner of the “hunting” ranch where he was shot? Something like: “Ma’am, I surely do apologize for getting my blood all over the dust of your ranch and I promise that the next time Cheney shoots me I’ll make sure it happens on a hard surface that will make cleaning up much easier.” Whatever else may happen, however many more times Bush may put both feet in his mouth at the same time, Whittington apologizing for being so difficult at a time when his country already has so many problems has to get some sort of all-time award…considering that the twit who shot him happens to also be the author of so many of the afore-mentioned problems.

    Now, by the time I got some sort of control over myself, I made another pitcher of martinis and went into the living room; I reversed my PVR and watched through the news item somewhat more carefully. This is where the real difficulty begins; I had half-way thought that the news item was actually some bright spark’s idea of comedy but watching it again I saw that it was cynicism of the highest order, a veritable adventure in cynicism, political sleight-of-hand raised to a whole new level.

    Imagine that you’re a White House spin-doctor and you’re faced with your worst nightmare: The administration you’re trying to put in the best possible light, your personal Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight, that bunch of murderous thugs whose competence is questionable in everything they undertake, has just experienced a blow-out. The same goof who chiefly made the case for invading Iraq, on the basis of arguments which turn out to be mis-directed at best, has just shot an old buddy of his. What do you do? If you can detach yourself from the situation long enough to not herniate yourself with laughter, what do you do?

    Well, this is where the sleight-of-hand comes in, this is where we see that there is at least one person in the White House with something on his mind besides 15 pounds of air pressure…you defuse the situation by getting the victim to take a bullet, as it were, and the delicious irony that the boob actually did take a bullet gets lost in this spontaneous up-welling of patriotism…and you do it so well that not one of the media types at the news conference even begins to think of the old saying about how patriotism is the last refuge of scoundrels.

    Reflect on this: Why bother trying to explain why a belligerent rich old white guy shot another and presumably equally belligerent rich old white guy? Why bother when all you have to do is get the guy who was shot to apologize? Why bother explaining why that idiot Cheney couldn’t tell the difference between a dear old friend and a small, inbred, all but flightless bird? You don’t have to, one apology wipes the slate clean, and the best part is, since many folks are apparently swallowing this sh*t without gagging on it, that it will set a precedent for future behavior. One should expect to soon see soldiers apologizing for having their limbs blown away by IED’s, one should expect to see stalwart American mothers apologizing for the fact that they haven’t more sons and daughters to send to Iraq; something along the lines of the Palestinian mother, whose three sons had already immolated themselves in suicide-bombing attacks, wishing that she had more sons so that they could immolate themselves as well.

    I don’t regard myself as being particularly naive but I freely admit that I was dumb-struck by what I saw and by its implications, amazed and appalled by the flexible morality that turns criminal stupidity into a vision of flags waving in the gentle breeze. There was a point in the news conference where the camera pulled its focus back, showing some of the reporters in the pool before the podium and I swear that you could almost see the hearts threatening to burst out of their chests, so proud they were…where in god’s name do you go from here?

    I had for some time thought that the height-or the depth-of cynicism that the Human race had achieved was China’s idea of making the family of an executed person pay for the bullet that killed him/her, but this great steaming pile of manure that Whittington has laid upon the airwaves opens whole new vistas of cynicism…on an abstract level, one just has to stand back and applaud the scope and vision of it. Do I even for a moment think that Whittington was sincere in his statements? No, I do not; he is a major-league fund-raiser for the Republican party and as such he sold his soul to the party line long ago…filled with the holy zeal of his cause his only concern is to not interrupt the party’s cash-flow, which would, after all, interfere with the party’s ability to find new and incredibly brainless ways to screw up.

    Is there any hope at all in this? As I’ve watched the segment again, I see one hope and one only: That some of the reporters there might someday watch themselves and realize just how badly they’ve been had, that as they watch their Bambi-in-the-headlights performance they may experience a delayed sense of outrage…and Hell hath no fury like a journalist scorned. It’s a slim thing, a trivial thing to hang one’s hat on, but what else is there? Americans are very nearly the world’s most politically unsophisticated people; their ability to wade though oceans of sh*t to fathom the truth in political nuance is sharply limited. Good luck to us all…I suspect we’re going to need it.

    And now, back to my martinis.

    Peace

    1. Rove’s Gift From Heaven – Dick Shoots Someone
      On Friday, Feb. 9, there was a whole lotta bad news for the Bush League. Over at Newshog, Cernig posted his Musings On The News Cycle, saying (among other things), “It used to be that Friday was the slowest real news day of the week. That has changed. If you want a story to sink without too much of a ripple out there beyond those who breathe politics then you ensure it is released on a Friday – by Sunday when the big TV opinion shows kick in you have your spin nicely in place for your base, the newspapers pick that spin up on Monday and the non-wonks notice the spin rather than the original story. If it’s a really damaging story then your counterspin story – a good counterattacking scandal or scare – is ready for the Sunday shows and hey presto, same result.”

      Two days later, we find out why the spinmeisters were probably told now would be a good time for them to take a couple of weeks of their vacation time: Rove’s Gift From Heaven – Dick Shoots Someone. And that’s all we’ve heard since. I’ve posted or emailed complaints to several ‘alternative’ news outlets, asking just how stupid or complicit they are, to be yammering on and on about Dick’s non-news hunting accident instead of all the bad news that hit all the major news media on Friday, the 9th.

      For damn sure, it’s idiotic – but so far, it hasn’t struck me as very funny.

      Kat

      1. The humour of the situation
        If you don’t see the humour of it perhaps it’s because we may have different perspectives on the issue.

        You’re an American, are you not? Cernig as well? I’m not…and with the best will in the world I must suggest that your point of view is weighted against seeing certain things about yourselves, things that may be relatively obvious to parties that come from elsewhere. I do not mean to offend you and I hope you don’t feel so but as a simple statement of fact your self-view as an American likely hasn’t got much to do with how other folks may view you.

        The same can obviously be said of me and residents of many other countries, but with one important difference: I don’t live in a country that views itself as the world’s only superpower, even when its military command demonstrates its inability to avoid the sinkhole of Iraq and that’ll come back to bite a lot of people in the posterior…the military prestige of the US has taken a major hit and you now have even more people both hating and fearing you; being hated and feared is, historically, not helpful to a promising future.

        The US has what for lack of a better phrase we will call an undeclared empire around much of the world and there are those of you who feel yourselves competent and indeed entitled to occupy that position, to such an extent that you folks as a country think you have the right to invade another country and change its government to suit yourselves.
        Guess what: You don’t; no matter how bad Sodamn Insane was, there are far worse creatures in the world you have left alone or dealt with through negotiation…you do not get to pursue your self-interest, i.e., oil, under the guise of bullsh*t like “liberating” Iraq.

        That’s the humour, or more exactly, the irony of the situation, that you folks think yourselves so sage and powerful and yet you can hardly go a few days without finding some way to once again get your private parts stuck in a cleft stick. You routinely fall into the same traps; you are committing virtually every blunder in Iraq that you did in Viet Nam and you collectively will not listen to those who say so. You routinely fall for the same gags even as you sometimes create new ones and your self-image all too often prevents you from seeing it and I’m sorry but much of the world sees that as low comedy, not at all befitting to how you folks often see yourselves. This may explain why, in my travels, I often hear people talking about how Bush and Cheney are doing the work of two men, but they’re Laurel and Hardy, just much less funny and of vastly evil nature.

        Now as it turns out I reside in Canada and like 90% of the people here I live less than one hundred kilometers from the US…we are deeply interconnected, whether we wish to be or not. Many or us, myself included, have friends and relatives in the US, my Lady lives in Cleveland, of all places, our two countries have the largest two-way trading relationship in the world; we are so close, and in some ways, so far apart.

        One of the proudest moments I’ve had as a Canadian was when my government declined to be part of the coalition that invaded Iraq; the blood of the innocents maimed or murdered is not on my hands; guess on whose hands it is. When your Mr. Bush was trying to brow-beat our Prime Minister, among others, into joining the coalition, he said words to the effect of: “If you’re not with us, you’re with the terrorists.” How do you folks feel about that one now? As the numbers of innocent dead mount, as ever more of your fine young people come back in body bags, or come back with many less body-parts than they had when they went to Iraq, how do you feel now?

        I’m sorry if you can’t see the humour of the situation, if you can’t laugh at the insanity to avoid weeping at the bloody pointlessness of it. It seems like everybody has to have some sort of coping strategy; what’s yours? Is it merely the jaded indifference I see on your part and Cernig’s for that matter or have you got something else? I truly wish to know….

        I also do truly wish you peace, as I wish that the bloodshed of Iraq might come to an abrupt end.

        Peace to us all

        1. Bloodshed ain’t funny
          >>If you don’t see the humour of it perhaps it’s because we may have different perspectives on the issue. You’re an American, are you not? Cernig as well? I’m not…and with the best will in the world I must suggest that your point of view is weighted against seeing certain things about yourselves…

          Yep, I’m a home-grown U.S. citizen, but Cernig is a Scot who just happens to be living in the U.S. right now. What I find unfunny is those ‘Laurel and Hardy’ types, who are ‘much less funny and of vastly evil nature’, and who are pursuing not only an ‘undeclared empire’, but an undeclared overthrow of the Constitution, individual rights, and the end of the middle classes as well. You’ve generalized about all Americans when, if you’ll remember, in the last two presidential elections, about half of US voters voted the other way, and recent polls show that more than 50% of us are now very unhappy about what ‘Laurel, Hardy,’ and the rest of the jokers have been doing.

          >>It seems like everybody has to have some sort of coping strategy; what’s yours? Is it merely the jaded indifference I see on your part …or have you got something else? I truly wish to know….

          Binro, if you gathered from reading my posts that I’ve succumbed to a ‘jaded indifference’, you don’t read nearly as well as you write. I wouldn’t have posted 10 politically-oriented items in last Friday’s news if I were indifferent. And if I were indifferent, I wouldn’t have bothered to post an augment to your political comment. It should be obvious that my coping strategy is the opposite of indifference, even though, as you pointed out, it’s a much more stressful strategy than to just laugh about it all. Bloodshed ain’t funny, and as far as I’m concerned, laughing won’t help end it.

          Kat

          1. Kat
            With all due respect, if you can read what I wrote and come away from it thinking that I’m laughing at bloodshed then I can only apologize for posting something so poorly crafted as to allow an interpretation so completely unconnected to any meaning I thought I’d put into those words.

            It may be that the gulf between one perspective and another is vastly greater than I’d ever imagined or perhaps there are other factors at work that I haven’t considered but no part of my aim was to create any sort of distress, or even to appear as though I was trying to do so, as I have apparently managed to do with you; I value clarity first among all qualities in writing and I’ve clearly failed.

            I really can’t picture where else to go with this so I’ll just wish you Peace.

          2. To see it from my point of view…
            To see it from my point of view, all you have to do is just imagine how you would feel if the Canadian government was doing what the U.S. government is doing. And while you’re at it, imagine that, even if you hadn’t voted for the those in power and abhored what they were doing, loads of non-Canadians – practically the whole rest of the world, in fact – was talking about the situation as if you were personally responsible for, and in favor of, your government’s actions.

            I don’t mind at all if you want to sound off on what the U.S. is doing – heck, I regularly do that myself. But in your comment above, you took a shot at me personally too, when the fact is, I don’t like what the U.S. is doing any more than you do. But apparently, I also failed to get that point across in my first reply.

            Occasionally I still have a sense of humor, and it sometimes takes a turn toward the darkly bizarre. A couple of years ago I posted (in the comments section) an Ananova article about a guy, very high on some sort of recreational substance, who cut off, fried, and ate his own toes. Even though I really do feel sorry for the guy, I still think that’s funny as hell. And I’d say that’s a more apt analogy for the current situation, humor-wise, than Laurel and Hardy. But my heart is just too heavy over what the U.S. government is doing, for me to find even dark humor in it.

          3. hi kat…..
            this is a very interesting exchange. I feel the humor part is mainly directed at the shooting accident. Then Binro’s generalisation of USA may have dulled the point a tad.

            But whether I agree or disagree…..the writting style of Binro is a joy to read.

            Mind you kat…..you have always articulated words well :{)

            PS. I remember that toe thing…..YUK

          4. Yep, I agree
            Yep, I agree – the writting style of Binro is a joy to read, and I look forward to more. Sorry if I’ve been a bit tetchy regarding ‘American’ attitudes.

            Kat

          5. no need to appoligise….
            remember that we (oz) are apart of the coalition of the willing….blahkkkk…..

            But USA has a higher profile of coarse.
            I am as frustrated as anyone over this(Iraq)but USA has had a few stumbles such as New Orleans that kinda stinks so I would feel really shitty to if I were you.
            So I fully understand all your tetchyness (my god what a word).
            I feel Binro’s frustrated as well. We all should be. I gave up voting a long while ago to keep my conscience a little clearer even though voting is compulsery in OZ.
            I might try s/he(binro) idea of e-mailing arab countries and trying to portray a feeling of friendship.We need to bridge gaps as ordinary people and by-pass any govenment interference if possible.
            Hell…it may work… :{)

        2. Binro mate, you’ve got the cat by it’s tail
          Kat and “Cernig” are two of the best people in the world for standing up to the horrible situation now happening in the US.
          “Cernig” is actually risking a lot by posting his blog, he could be deported without his family.
          Kat has worked tirelessly all the time I have been reading TDG to bring to the attention of everyone just how deep the sludge is in her country and demanded on occasions that people read about it and acknowledge that it is real.
          You may be reading her posts from a different perspective.Now that you know where her heart is, and also “Cernig’s” you might see it from another angle.

          shadows

          1. Now that I’ve sucked up to you Kat
            Maybe you could think about dedicating a news day to animal lovers.Or dare I even say it,parrot fanciers.
            BTW the parrot has a new game.Every time the phone rings I am supposed to get him before I answer it or he screams the place down while I am talking.
            He doesn’t do it when I ring out, only when someone rings me.He imitates the ring and then I get him before I answer the phone.
            He has me well-trained.
            As you know, the dogs do too.

            shadows

          2. A statement of principle
            There’s something which I wrote for another purpose which I’d like to post here because it does relate to the thread we’ve had going. Shadow, I don’t aim this at you, except in so far as you’re a Human being; I mostly just wanted to put this piece down here so as to maintain the flow…I hope the board will indulge me.

            ************************************************************************

            39,420,000

            Looking back through what I’ve been writing for the last couple of years I notice a recurring theme; all the weird and less than wonderful ways we find to kill eachother and the morbidly fascinating and ever-lengthening list of reasons we find for doing so.

            So one dark and stormy night I found myself musing on how sadly short is the Human life-span and in how cavalier a fashion it is often treated.

            The number that heads this piece, know what it represents? It’s a rough approximation of the number of minutes from one’s birth to one’s death, assuming a life-span of 75 years and wow, it brings a lot of
            thoughts to mind if one sits down to consider it for awhile.

            Thanks to inflation and absurdly high lottery jackpots, this number isn’t actually too big for a lot of people to grasp. If that number were a number of dollars, one could spend $10,000 a day for 10.8 years or one could pay for a really brief segment of the Second Gulf War; one could even finance brain transplants for everyone who thought that invading Iraq was a good idea…well, on second thought, maybe it’s not really all that much money after all.

            Of course, much of the world’s population would find a life-span of 75 years to be somewhat unrealistic; even in the developed world the average was substantially lower until quite recently…the filtration and chlorination of drinking water did more to extend the life-span for some people than did all the medical advancements ever made. No kidding; the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta calls this development the health advance of the millenium. It’s one of the greatest contrasts that we can see between the developed and developing worlds, that so many people have trouble, often great trouble, getting a drink water that won’t kill them.

            As a species we have faced, and face, and will likely continue to face a great number of challenges and sometimes we actually do something right. Areas of the world where cholera and typhus were once
            rife are showing some signs of improvement, some diseases have been beaten to the point of virtual disappearance and many other truly awful diseases are at least becoming treatable. I’m not even
            beginning to suggest that we’re doing well, but you know, we’re doing substantially better than some folks ever thought we would and in the absence of a perfect world the one we’ve got could be a lot worse.

            So on one side of the grand ledger we have whatever advancements we’ve made; what’s on the other? Well, it may be a clumsy segue but such brings me to the common cause of a lot of my writing lately, as mentioned above.

            The seed of this particular essay comes from a lengthy newspaper article on a major facet of the war against terror. (As an aside, many folk have reflected upon how rushed someone had to be to label this
            horrible conflict with words whose acronym is “twat”…low humour for a vile situation; in a way, not entirely inappropriate, indicative as it is of how little thought went into the mess.) The article was mainly concerned with the use of what are known as Improvised Explosive Devices and how they have become very important as a weapon of choice for one side. One facet of the article caught my attention, rivetted me, actually, as much as it sickened me: the use of celphones to detonate the IED’s.

            I know I sometimes wax overly philosophical but this really drew my eye. There was a time when I mused more on technology and its application to the solution of humanity’s problems, and how technology itself was a problem within itself, but here we have a perversion of technology such as has rarely been seen before and the irony is so thick one could cut it with a hay-wagon.

            A device, meant to enhance communication, employed to render people beyond the reach of communication by any means other than a seance. Who says we’re not imaginative, who says that there’s nothing which can’t be perverted…clever twerps that we are, we can pick up a little plastic box and snuff out the lives of some other folks who probably weren’t all that interested in dying, we can reach out and
            touch someone in a very final way.

            And, just when one thought there was no worse facet to the story, comes a final and macabre realization, just how vanishingly unlikely it is that anyone considered using that little plastic box to call someone up instead of trying to kill them, that nobody considered that a device intended for communication might actually be best used towards that end and not merely to trigger an IED….while triggering an IED may be seen as sending a message, it doesn’t really further the concept of receiving one, at least, not the sort of message that you’d think any rational being would want to be involved with…it’s as though a large number of people just can’t wrap their head around the idea of using a communication instrument to communicate.

            What does it say about us as a species that we turn our often admirable inventiveness towards merely finding new ways to reduce the pathetically small number of minutes between the time of our birth and
            the time we become food for worms, or air-pollution, if we’re ecologically friendly and choose to be cremated? What does it say? It says that we’re bright and that we’re stupid, that we’re Human, and that if we can choose to be stupid then we can damnwell choose to be bright. The choice truly is ours to make, if we can get past the idea of each side in a conflict thinking that some mythological guy in a long flowing bathrobe wants us to kill anyone who doesn’t believe a particular set of fairy tales. Leave aside for the moment any consideration of how this bogeyman could screw up so badly as to create a species so apparently incapable of grasping the simplest concept-thou shalt not kill-at the same time as they can create rather complicated marvels of science…how do we stop this abhorrent nonsense?

            I submit that we have a choice, that everyone on this planet with an IQ above room temperature and even a rudimentary ability to tell right from wrong has a choice: To kill, and be complicit in killing, or to not kill and not be complicit in killing. That’s it, in a global and species-wide sense, and I state it starkly simply because I can’t think of a more immediate case of being part of the solution or being part of the problem than in consideration of how we might cease killing eachother. That’s it, whether the subject in question is a goat-herd in Africa or a sheep-shagger in Oz or an advertising executive in Manhattan, it’s just a matter of who is technologically empowered and who isn’t. I don’t think it entirely quixotic to
            say that if we can spend oceans of money on ways of killing ourselves then a grass-level movement should stand some chance of spending a lot less on ways to kill fewer of us…whether it’s quixotic or not, can you think of a higher goal? Dream big…

            I have a suggestion. If one were to look through the web, one would likely find a major Arabic-language newspaper with an e-mail address. One might send a message, something along the lines of “Hello. I
            don’t really want to kill you, and if I had the opportunity, I’d be just as happy if my children didn’t come home as random chunks of meat. Is it possible that some readers might wish to also have their children live longer? Might we not learn to if not live together, then at least not die together?” Is it so beyond the bounds of imagination that one rational voice might find a receptive ear and that just one count of minutes might not end before it’s time? Is it so unreasonable to think that if this idea could be made to work even once, then perhaps it might work twice, or three times, et cetera?

            I’m not going to even try to list the possible problems with the overall idea; such a list would be beyond the scope of this essay, but so what? If we can overcome all the hurdles that we did to achieve the level of technology that we now have, is it really too much to ask that some effort be devoted to using that technology for good purposes, rather than raging about how it has been perverted?

            Reach out and touch someone, in a non-fatal sort of way. Use the magic of the internet and your keyboard to send someone a message and if it doesn’t work the first or second or thousandth time, keep on trying, because your effort couldn’t be going towards a nobler cause than saving precious lives and possibly even preventing general war.

            Aim high. Dream big…what have you got to lose? I hope you know what you have to lose, your lives and those of your children, your very way of life itself. It may not work, nothing is guaranteed, but
            think of what is to be gained if we could actually pull this off. Aim high. Dream big…

            Peace

          3. So why the hell are you singling me out.?
            And by the way, the sheep-shaggers traditionally live across the Tasman.

            shadows

          4. why?
            >>So why the hell are you singling me out.?

            That’s easy – because s/he clicked on the reply button under your comment in order to post it.

            I’ll probably get my hand whacked with a ruler for saying this, but… I gotta admit, I do find it a bit annoying (on an ongoing basis) that Greg or David or somebody-who-should-have-known-better fixed it so that the ‘post new comment’ button is hidden after you click from the homepage, and you have to scroll up to find it. It’s the main reason so many people just click on any available ‘reply’ button to post on a completely unrelated subject.

            I just had to get that outta my system, even though Greg’s probably changing a diaper right now, and so doesn’t have time to fix it.

            Kat

          5. Why?
            Mostly for the reason given in the second sentence of the post, although judging by Kat’s comment I should have gone about it differently. I do wonder if that would have put it in a proper place or just at the bottom of the page, disconnected from the main flow of the thread.

            Peace

  4. Cheney mistakes old guy for a small bird
    I assume you lot have seen this video from the Jon Stewart show….?

    It had me rolling in the aisles. A true classic!

    yer ol’ pal,

    Xibalba
    (This post was brought to you by “Realm of the Dead”)

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