Broiled T-Bone steak with peppercorn sauce
Fried “Burro” bananas with lemon juice, pepper, a little sugar
Fresh tomatoes sliced with a little olive oil
Dinner for sainted mother same, except shrimp sauteed in olive oil with black pepper replacing steak.
Dinner for cat: Feline K/D (chicken).
Dinner for moths outside: bonk bonk bonk bonk on lightbulb.
Jerkcity translated to Japanese and back doesn’t really change the horror of configuring a backup system, it just provides more of the emotional experience associated with the task.
MASTER 113 # /USR/AMANDA/JT – U? XC0D610 ZC0D610: THE LOAD TO ZLOT THE CARTRIDGE? BUT YOU DID NOT OPEN FILEZ, (CV1): CORRECTION 3 OF UNIT 0. 10.5 SECONDS (461904 BYTES/S) 8543515 BYTES WHICH ARE RECEIVED 4.4 EVERYTHING WHY OBTAINED CLIENTZ, THE PEARL /HOME/FTP/MN WHICH IS GIVEN (/HOME/WEB/NM TO ZIMILAR) THINK THE BOOK CORRECTING OF BYTES/S WHICH IS SHOWN WITH THE FAILURE OF RPC WHERE THE RANGE NIZ.COM WAS NOT DIVIDED IN DOUBT, – CLNTUDP_CREA
I really like, especially, the fact that I’m making a tape machine do possibly irreversible things fifty miles away.
I am in a crabby mood because I blew off some things I shouldn’t have, and because I got sunburned on one side of my face due to inattention, and because weltschmerz. Therefore I would like to point out that this U.S. holiday called “Memorial Day” is the original day of remembrance for the dead of the U.S. Civil War, which was the worst thing ever to happen in this country, and which we should remember because so many people died or had their lives wrecked. And that the day we call Veterans Day was originally Armistice Day because it commemorated the end of the Great War which was the worst thing ever to happen in the entire world, and which we should remember because so many tens of millions of people died or had their lives wrecked.
And finally that the day our current administration wishes to call Patriot Day commemorates a disastrous terrorist attack on our nation and the final irreversible step from republic into empire, forever.
Hail Caesar and have a nice barbecue.
rear ender, paularino bristol, left turn pocket, halter top girl from glendora, two drunk idiot friends, gas station, headache, fire department, two cop cars and a motorcycle, halter top does the stupid human tricks, everyone plays who am I, insurance disease geico gecko. maybe ER for headache person.
Because I am having a bad work day and I didn’t sleep, here’s a cranky political bit.
I read and hear and see various thoughtful “analysts” and “pundits” and political types discussing the Iraq war lately, and they keep saying things like this: “How did this intelligence failure occur?” and “How is it that we proceeded on bad evidence about weapons of mass destruction?” and “How can we improve/reform/rebuild our intelligence services to avoid these blunders in the future?”
There were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. The WMD rationale for the war was a deliberate lie from beginning to end. Anyone who stood up to the lie, especially in the intelligence services, was fired or sidelined. Parallel intelligence services were set up exactly to repeat the lie in official documents. An ugly revenge was taken on an official who stuck to the truth. This is all common knowledge.
So why are these beard-stroking collaborationists musing in a measured and dignified way about the strange and certainly unfortunate case of the not-quite-accurate intelligence estimate? Why hasn’t Hillary or Obama or anyone at all with access to the microphones and the rabbit-ear TV come out and said “J’accuse, Mr. President: you have lied to us and done so deliberately, and you know full well there were no WMD, and you and your lackeys have sent us into a bloody unwinnable war out of pride and greed?”
I’m supposed to understand all the cynical reasons why politics is shitty but this one is just past me. These people have so much to gain from telling that truth loudly; what are they afraid of, exactly?
Admittedly it’s not as good as the actual “Christian Idol” contest, but it’s still a win. Please assume all jokes about “extra golden calf” to have been made.
Bonus points for “Superbowl Syndrome” in which the pizza company can’t actually say “American Idol” because that’s an owned phrase, so they have to somehow push the concept of idolatry itself through warm disc foods.
I scanned in some of my parents’ 1950s jazz record covers. My favorite so far is the back page of a flexi-disc magazine called Sonorama from 1959. It’s an ad for a perfume called “Rock ‘n’ Roll” and the artist is Salvador Dali!
Others are under the cut
Feeling good today!
Really good, in fact, for the first time in a while. Rollin’ with that, if you please. Partly an accident of daily chemistry and partly Spring, but also I’m nearly off the #$(@)$ Vicodin, not more than a half pill a day.
This means that my digestive system is working again and I’m no longer laboring with the extra weight of a depressant. People who have abused the stuff tell me it’s no fun unless you take ten or more with a big glass of vodka. I’m going to trust them on that one because I want to reach age 50, and preferably without dialysis or unwanted prison tattoos.
I have been listening to a lot of Bowie, and Queen, and a lot of other very pinky music. I wonder if I’m slowly turning into a fey, bisexual 1970s Englishman? That would be more interesting in Orange County than being a left-wing nerd. To celebrate this, here’s a video of Bowie, Klaus Nomi, and Joey Arias doing “Boys Keep Swinging” on Saturday Night Live, on my 15th birthday: December 15, 1979 (thanks to torgo_x for the find!):
I don’t get tired of tomato salad.
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