But down here we might be wearing the ocean if a fault off Catalina goes off. Good times! Mandatory surfing, anyone?

The findings have important implications because San Pedro Bay’s south-facing shores are home to the largest container ports in the United States — the ports of Los Angeles and Long Beach. Billions of dollars of materials pass through these ports every day. A large earthquake and tsunami could bring commerce to a halt, seriously impacting not only California’s economy but the nation’s economy. “A magnitude 7.6 earthquake could cause seafloor uplift of six feet or more,” Borrero said. “That, in turn, would disturb the sea surface by the same amount, resulting in a tsunami. The shallow San Pedro shelf offshore of Long Beach focuses the waves and amplifies them by one-and-a -half times, so the original six-foot wave would build to nine feet inside the harbor.

bluh.

There’s a statute of limitations on CHILD RAPE?

Wow! Good thing for the good Bishop that he wasn’t a terrist, say, or a minor drug dealer! We take some things seriously around here!

From a “job” ad on monster.com, this beautifully faceted and colored gem of dishonesty. Renaming a pure pyramid scheme “research” is the kind of genius leap that I’ll never make. Kudos!

RG, a national recruiting and research firm, is seeking individuals interested in establishing careers in information research.

IRG Researchers are analytical and project oriented individuals who conduct Internet research to gather crucial recruiting and sales lead information for clients. Researchers work completely from their own “home offices” and use our technology and software solutions to supply companies, sales teams, and recruiters with quality sales lead data.

The Researcher role is ideal for people who want to control their own schedule and want more than just another job. The company and candidate lead information that IRG Researchers generate is extremely valuable and very much in-demand, both among our internal family of recruiting offices and with outside companies.

On Friday, October 8th, IRG will be conducting a special one-day conference in Phoenix, to discuss opportunities in research.

“In 1997 two Israeli agents were arrested after injecting poison into the ear of the Hamas leader Khaled Mashal in Amman. Israel was forced to deliver an antidote and release Hamas prisoners, including Sheikh Ahmed Yassin, to secure the release of its agents.”

What’s next? Another exploding cellphone? Umbrella stabby biowarfare? POISON DONUTS?

http://www.ipoaonline.org/

I really like their logo. I start singing “a weem a wop a weem a wop” as soon as I see it.

I have no joke, I just like saying Tonka bean.

(This was “courtesy” redmaenad who is not a very nice lady.)

It feels lately like the Reagan administration never ended. Nuclear fear, nebulous wars on ideas, scary rumbles of fascism from Washington, military chic, legwarmers, doublethink. Oh, and uncharismatic doomed wimpy opposition, that too.

It’s a great time to be a music fan, a great time to buy a good fast cheap car, a great time to be into computers, and a dreadful time to be a human being. Maybe if I turn up the stereo in my car or stay up coding all night I can forget that I’m a human being? Sounds like a plan.

I dreamed that I had been assigned to reprint a classic novel by the Great Author, who was in his declining years. The great man had unfortunately become a gin-soaked parody of himself, raging and disoriented, and a thoroughgoing racist. He filled the room with cheap alcohol stench and foul language. Meanwhile, I reprinted the novel. This was done by feeding a long strip of paper about 5” wide into a kind of hopper or feed that pulled in the paper as a vending machine pulls in a dollar bill. The machine jerked and clanked and tore the paper, or refused it. After tremendous frustration I got the feed going and fed all the novel through, and it came out the other end as nice manuscript pages to be sent to the printer. Unfortunately the author had managed to mechanically or psychically pervert the printing machine so that the clean manuscript pages appeared instead with his revisions scrawled on them in smudged black pen, and the revisions were all his drunken hate-filled blather about niggers and kikes and fucking slants. I had no choice but to send this dreadful thing off to the printers while he yelled abuse at me.

After Zool, le deluge:

GENERICUS IS PLAYING WITH METABALLS AND THEY ARE LEAKY.