So, the city next door to me has a half-assed thing going on where they want their police department to enforce immigration law. This is a terrible idea. It means more work for the cops, more risk to them from freaked-out illegals, and near total loss of any leads they might otherwise get from people with bad immigration status and good information. Plus, any illegal pulled over for a minor traffic violation is going to floor it and run now. And so on. This is right on the heels of the city closing the job center for day labor, as though by removing the official and clean and regulated place for workers to find work they can make the “problem” go away. Have they been to the parking lot of the Home Depot lately? Now, as they voted in the new rule for local policing, they had a demonstration and disruption at the council meeting.
Costa Mesa is a divided city. The east side is wealthy and mostly white, and the west side is poorer and mostly brown. It’s not as poor as Santa Ana, but it’s not an episode of “The O.C.” either. To put it in street terms, you can buy pot and coke in Costa Mesa but you need to go to Santa Ana for heroin. White Costa Mesa mostly dislikes the Hispanic immigrants on racial grounds and tries to hold them down and away. Brown Costa Mesa mostly just tries to hold down a job and get the kids through school.
The po’folks I know from West Costa Mesa are mostly upwardly mobile, hard-working, conservative family people. They’re in Costa Mesa because it’s the best ghetto in the county and their kids go to better schools and have less risk than in Santa Ana or points north. The only reason they’re shat on by the city government is race. In every other way they’re what that city has always been: lower middle class workers, small businesses, and middle-of-the-road Babbitt conservatism.
I noticed that the protester who was arrested calls himself “Coyoti Tezcatlipoca”. Nice. One problem I’ve noticed with the hardcore Mexican-American protest crowd is their in-your-face Mexican patriotism. When there were demonstrations near my job in L.A. about the Belmont school issue, for example, the marchers had a huge Mexican flag and waved little ones, and the Mexican national colors were everywhere. One small problem: the neighborhood was almost entirely Salvadoran, Honduran, and Guatemalan. The locals didn’t appreciate the Mexican invasion, and there were some minor dustups and a few ripped-up flags. It’s strange to see the activists making the same mistake that those in power do and equating “spanish-speaking immigrant” with “Mexican”. The best part was the (local) Salvadoran activist council walking carrying the huge Mexican flag banner. A coworker of mine at the time who was a Mexican citizen told me that story and spat in the wastebasket next to her each time she said “Salvadoran”. No love lost there.
We can’t all get along. Sorry, Rodney.
Power outage in the office; UPS-protected machines eventually shut down due to extended power outage; alerting system goes nuts; alerting system does not stop being nuts after outage resolved; mysterious issues remaining after end of outage even though all machines were on UPS and cleanly shut down and restarted; blowjobs; suicide; Heil Hitler.
WHEN SOMEONE SENDS A REQUEST TO MY WEBSERVER FOR AN MP3 FILE, THEY GET HEADERS LIKE THIS:
Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2005 20:10:47 GMT
Server: Apache/2.0.55 (Unix) mod_ssl/2.0.55 OpenSSL/0.9.8 DAV/2 PHP/4.4.0
Last-Modified: Sat, 15 Oct 2005 20:03:06 GMT
Client-Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2005 20:10:47 GMT
PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME, IN YOUR OWN WORDS, HOW THIS IS A “MOVIE” AND WHY YOU ARE RESTRICTING HER FROM SAVING IT TO HER LOCAL DISK UNLESS SHE PURCHASES QUICKTIME PRO. WE HAVE ALREADY UNCHECKED ALL THE BOXES. THERE IS A STORE WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE OF MY HOUSE THAT SELLS SHOTGUNS, AND I HAVE A FULL TANK OF GAS IN THE CAR. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND THE IMPLICATION HERE.
SOMEONE WHO READS THE RFC’S AND TAKES THEM SERIOUSLY
Yeah, so if you could not route my packets to Google through an RFC1918 address, that would be great. Yeah. Glad they’re just Diedrich’s ISP and not mine.
Edit: looks like lots of other people are having this problem. I think someone bent their router, and stuff. Oops!
From Montclair, California, in the heart of the Inland Empire, it’s Valeron and his mistress Dominae! 909 vampire BDSM repre-fuckin’-sent!
Occupation: Accountant for a retirement home.
Here’s a shot of him “Pondering the Cold Dark Wasteland of Eternity” (his phrase). Note the Shot Glass of Evil from Spencer’s Gifts.
oh god i feel more energy already! i’m weeping with joy!
I know a lot of guys name their penises. I’ve never done that. I just decided to call mine “google”. That way I can laugh like Beavis & Butthead whenever the company or the website is mentioned, or talk about “checking Google” etc. Minutes of fun await me.
Also, as eyeteeth just pointed out, lol “googlewhack”.
Via the Huffington Post, from the Orlando Sentinel
‘Celestial Drops’ no cure for canker
Florida researched the use of water, possibly mystically blessed, to cure the disease.
By Jim Stratton
Sentinel Staff Writer
July 5, 2005
Four years ago, as the state labored to eradicate citrus canker by destroying trees, officials rejected other disease-fighting techniques, saying unproven methods would waste precious time and resources.
But for more than six months, the state, at the behest of then-Secretary of State Katherine Harris, did pursue one alternative method — a very alternative method.
Researchers worked with a rabbi and a cardiologist to test “Celestial Drops,” promoted as a canker inhibitor because of its “improved fractal design,” “infinite levels of order” and “high energy and low entropy.”
But the cure proved useless against canker. That’s because it was water — possibly, mystically blessed water.
What the HEY
What with everyone getting engaged and married lately, it’s just been a dizzy whirl of wedding rings, Saturdays in June, giddy relatives, and Rule #6. It’s as good a time as any to announce mine. As of two days ago, my right hand and I are affianced. We haven’t set a date yet, but we’re probably going to have an autumn wedding, probably in the mountains somewhere pretty or maybe just in the shower again.
We’ve had our good and bad times over the years. Once or twice it looked like I might abandon my own right hand for some so-called “woman”, and there was that brief dalliance with the left hand during the tendinitis crisis. We’ve both agreed to leave the Jerking Strike of 1991 behind us.
The fact is, we’re always going to be together, and we’re always going to have each other. And we like it that way. Getting engaged is just our way of telling the world what we already know in my heart and my phalanges: this love is forever.
Details to follow, and I’ll try to get a better shot of the ring.