Saturday, August 23, 2003

Excellent commentary on what it means to be an African-American and being just an American:

It seems to me that no matter where I go or what I do, I am a hyphenated American. If I were to become the first of anything, I would invariably be called the first African-American to achieve this stature. When one black achieves a goal, that person must then wear the crown of de facto representative for the entire race. This is seen not only in the nomenclature of first African-American, but also in the fact that he or she will immediately be asked questions such as "How does this help the African-American community?" or "As an African-American, how do you feel?" And, sometimes grievously for us all, this person will be catapulted into the position of role model and canon bearer.
Good stuff. (via On The Third Hand)

Donald Sensing has some good posts today if you are interested in military humor and a positive editorial from an Iraqi. Go enjoy!

Mundane News

Valentine is leaving with her clothes, her dogs, and her bat-rat. While I dearly love the girl, her rush to become Dr. DooLittle is putting a strain on my maternal devotion. Val and Viagra are now enrolled in college and even handled the financial wrangling all by themselves. They only called me once each to ask a question. Val did request a tank of gas for the trip home, but since it was a one-way ticket for all the critters, I gladly handed over the gas card. As Dad would say, "Don't let the door hit ya in the butt on the way out!"

As the Membership Coordinator of our homeschool group, I organized our back to school kick-off rally Friday night. It was well attended and turned out to be a fun evening. Normally I don't enjoy meetings of any kind, but as Mr. G pointed out, I'm much happier when I'm in charge. Since the rally is my only responsibility for the year, my job is officially over.

Willard had a scrimmage this morning and the 'lil Titans did very well - or the other team was very bad. Willard threw 2 touchdown passes and ran 1 into the endzone himself. The backs scored 3 more TD's. Our defense also performed well as the opposing team was unable to advance the ball more than 10 yards the entire hour. One dad ask Willard about the purpose for his Under Armour, which was a present from Viagra. Willard said, "It doesn't really do anything. It's just to look sexy."

Friday, August 22, 2003

Kid Quotes

Back when Veritas was 5 or 6, she wanted to watch the movie "Where The Red Fern Grows", based on the book by Wilson Rawls. It's a tale about a young boy named Billy who raises coon dogs and in the end the dogs die. I was a bit worried because the content was intense for a child her age, but let her watch it. When the movie ended she strolled into the kitchen and I asked if she was upset by the death of the dogs. She said, "No, but Billy sure was!"

Speaking of dogs and their impending death, Val came home tonight and brought her dogs. Yes, she has two dogs now, both female, isn't that special? The dogs leapt out of the car and converged on Willard with much licking and tail-wagging. Willard opined, "I'm a chick maggot."


I am sick of hearing self-esteem discussed as if it could be handed out like candy on Halloween. Here's a candy bar, here's a caramel apple, and a dollop of self-esteem, you cute little pirate, you. Self-esteem can’t be given, but it can be earned. Parents can help their children the most by telling them the truth about their abilities and then following up on it.

Further, people don’t need to be successful at everything they attempt in order to be confident. It’s a rare individual indeed that becomes a Leonardo da Vinci. In our family one or two areas of outstanding competence has worked well. Still some parents fail to identify their children’s strengths, and miring them in dozens of pursuits will usually produce mediocrity or failure.

Which brings me to baseball because I’ve seen this countless times. Mr. G and I coached baseball for several years, and we have been in the stands for the last 13 years. Every year there are three or four kids that have no business on a competitive baseball team. They can’t hit, throw, or catch. They sit the bench except for the obligatory two innings in which the coach is forced to play them. I’m not talking about little kids, but those 10 and older. By the age of 10, a parent should know if the kid is going to do well in baseball. It seems breathtakingly cruel to continue to pursue an activity when your child is doomed to abject, public failure. No amount of praise or encouragement is going to help this child’s confidence level.

If parents would stop trying to fit children into a round hole when they are clearly a square peg then it would be much easier to raise confident children. A child may have the talent to become the next Elvis, but he’s going to have trouble achieving that goal if he is wasting time at baseball practice. I believe every child has the potential to excel, but that potential has to be located, nurtured, and sometimes given a kick in the pants.

When I was young, my father told me I was smart, so anything less than a B in school was beneath my ability and intelligence. This is where some parents stop, but it’s crucial to insist that kids perform to their potential, because hard work and success are the key ingredients to earning self-esteem. If I came home with a C on my report card then I would be grounded for six weeks until the next grading period. It was the equivalent of social Siberia. He set up circumstances that almost guaranteed success, because failure meant consequences. He didn’t “build” my self-esteem, but he made sure that I earned plenty each year.

People generally take one look at me and assume I’m a dumb blonde. In school this happened not only with the students, but with most of the teachers. In high school this became irritating. Did they think I was sitting in the accelerated class with the valedictorian because I was the token moron? Notice I say irritated instead of plagued by self-doubt. I never questioned my ability to do well because past success made me confident. That is real self-esteem and other people’s opinions ceased to matter.

In summary, real self-esteem is nothing more that finding something that can be done well and then working hard to succeed. This inspires confidence, with leads to further success.

Thursday, August 21, 2003

I'm working on a rant about the issue of self-esteem. I'm "a bit" irritated by the topic. I'd suggest flame-proof browsing if you're inclined to read it. This topic pings my frosted meter at the "off the charts" level, much like the right-brain, left- brain test. We all took the test, and I'll admit I was on the edge of the left-brain. Mr. G broke records because his score left the area of the actual pictured brain and kept going off to the left into the margin. I'm in that same margin on self-esteem issues.

Say What?
Yahoo News headline reads: Hamas Abandons Truce After Israeli Strike:
JERUSALEM - Palestinian militants called off a tattered two-month-old truce on Thursday after an Israeli helicopter killed a senior Hamas political leader with a volley of missiles. Tens of thousands of Hamas supporters marched in protest through the streets of Gaza, vowing revenge.
What "truce"? The "truce" Hamas abandoned when they blew up a bus yesterday and killed 20 people. Yet it is the Israelis fault for ending the "truce". Unbelievable.


Viagra had to register for college today. We were getting all his paperwork together this morning and I thought, why am I planning to accompany an 18 year-old young man as if it's his first day of kindergarten? In a way it is his first day of school since I've been his primary teacher all his life. All the kids on the block would ask who his teacher was each year and he'd sigh, "I've got mean old Mrs. Guillotine again this year."

So I handed him the papers, told him to call me if he ran into problems, and waved him out the door. You wanna be treated like an adult, kid, here's your chance. Some people are actually sad to have their kids grow up, but I feel like turning cartwheels across the lawn. With both my oldest kids graduated and only three children to raise, life is a breeze. Now I have plenty of time to do things I've been putting off like getting a carry concealed permit.

Then about 10:30 I realized I'd had yet another ditz moment and forgotten an 11:00 hair appointment. It's pretty bad if at 39 I'm already this forgetful. I probably won't even remember my children in 10 years. (My dear, you're attractive. Have we met? Yes, Mom, I believe it was that day you gave birth to me. Ringin' any bells for ya here??) When I'm burglarized, my permit's going to be useless if I have to ask for a time-out in order to figure out where I put the dang gun. Perhaps I should consider Tae Kwon Do as a backup plan.

So I couldn't update the site because I had to go get beautiful. Actually, that's not quite true. I had to get my hair bleached to hide the fact that my genes are plotting behind my back to make me very, very prematurely gray and bleach cleverly conceals this pesky upstart gray as severely ash blonde. My camo mission was accomplished, thanks to the very lovely Amber, my best friend's daughter. While she tin-foiled my head, we swapped summer vacation stories. By the time I finished telling mine, all the other stylists and their customers were crowded around my chair. Maybe I should do stand-up comedy.

In other Guillotine news, I'm fairly certain Mr. G is really getting a boat. My first clue was when we drove out yesterday to see our newly rented boat storage. Looking on the bright side, I'll be able to implement my theoretical skiing weight-loss program and surely if we're attacked by depraved criminals at sea I'll be able to find my concealed handgun.

Wednesday, August 20, 2003


I read an excellent commentary today, but I hesitate to recommend it without some warning. It is very long and there is a good deal of profanity. It's conclusions about abortion are completely incorrect. That said, it was still a very worthwhile, hard-hitting piece about personal responsibility and how it affects the nation. Read at your own discretion.

Ralph Peters has a column today that's a must read. Snippet:

"Our enemies' initial 'Mogadishu Strategy' - based on the faulty notion that if you kill Americans they pack up and go home - was a disaster for them. Our response devastated their already-crippled organization. Now, with reduced capabilities and decayed leadership, they've turned to attacking soft targets. It's the best they can do.
It's ugly. But it's an indicator of their weakness, not of strength. "


It's far better to draw the terrorists out of their holes in the Middle East, where we don't have to read them their rights, than to wait for them to show up in Manhattan again.

In Iraq, we can just kill the bastards. And we're doing it with gusto.
As they say, read the whole thing.

Charles over at Little Green Footballs has several good updates on the Israeli bombing that killed 20 yesterday. (Warning: Adult content and graphic pictures)

Schwarzenegger buys first ads:

In the Terminator's shotgun style, Republican Arnold Schwarzenegger fires the first blast of TV advertising in California's gubernatorial recall campaign Wednesday.
The article has a link for those who would like to see Arnold's commercial. It says "Yes on ReCall" instead of "Total ReCall". Darn. I saw a fake campaign poster last week with Arnold holding out his hand saying, "Vote for me if you want to live!".

Going Head to Head With Al Qaida

U.S. now sees Al Qaida as leader of war effort in Iraq:

The United States has concluded that Al Qaida and its allies are taking over the Sunni insurgency war in Iraq.

U.S. officials said Central Command officers in Iraq have seen increasing evidence of Al Qaida and Islamic volunteer forces participating and even leading the insurgency war in the Sunni Triangle. They said Al Qaida has succeeded in presenting Iraq as the next arena for what the movement terms the Islamic holy war against the United States.

More Troops Needed

Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison has an op-ed today regarding troop strength:

We must not balance the tempo of how and when we use Reserve units on the backs of active-duty units, and vice versa. We need more troops or fewer missions. Before we lose too many trained and qualified reservists, I hope we address the critical issue: Do we have enough Army and Marine active- duty members for the post-September 11 era of national security? My view is: We do not.
This is not the first time I've read an article that suggests we simply don't have enough active-duty personnel, but I must have missed the figures she gives:
When the first Gulf War ended, the Department of Defense cashed in a peace dividend from the end of the Cold War when it lowered the strength of the U.S. Army active forces from 750,000 to 535,000 troops. That cut was necessary, but then they cut more and in doing so, reduced the Army's active strength to 491,000 - too low for our current requirements.
While she indicates that some of the cuts were necessary, 259,000 people is quite a drop in just a little over 10 years. It will be interesting to see what solutions are discussed to remedy this issue. I wonder if anyone will have the political nerve to say "draft" aloud?

New Virus Spreading
The new virus, named "Sobig.F" by computer security companies, attacks Windows users via e-mail and file-sharing networks. It also deposits a Trojan horse, or hacker back door, that can be used to turn victims' PCs into senders of spam e-mail......

............The e-mail message that carries Sobig.F has the subject line "Re: Details" and the message "Please see attached file for details." If a recipient clicks on the attachment, which can have multiple names ending in the .pif file extension, the computer will be infected.

The virus will then send itself out to names found in the victim's address book and will use one of these names to forge a return address. As such, the infected party may not quickly learn of the infection, while an innocent party may get the blame for helping to propagate it.

This one made the radar screen Tuesday morning. Best to be extra careful with attachments and don't forget to update virus definitions.

Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Willard quotes for the day

While trying, without success, to get his football helmet snapped on before practice he enlisted my help:

Helmets these days!
When reflecting to the coach on the fact that he had no pads today:
Don't worry about me. I know how to suck it up.
My boy.

It has just come to my attention that certain comments of mine, specifically my views on dating, were used without my knowledge and therefore distorted to a certain point. Here's the real deal:
I believe that it is useless to date at my age. The entire purpose of dating is to find "The One", the person you want to marry and spend the rest of your life with (or at least, that's what Hollywood told me! lol). I figure, at my age, there's about a 99.8% chance that anyone I choose to date now will NOT be "The One". (incidentally, 73.5% of all statistics are made up on the spot!) So, what's the point in dating when you know it's going to end with someone (and there's a 50% chance it will be you) getting their heart broken? And even if you do find "The One", you probably won't be smart enough to keep him. You'll get into some stupid fight and break up with him. Then what? It's not likely that in a few years he or she will come back and say their sorry and let you have another chance. So you've pretty much just ruined your love life!

Basically, I don't date because I'm scared...oh yeah, and my mom says I can't date until I'm thirty.

Come Again?

According to Breaking News National, A 59-year-old man drove for nearly an hour with an injured eighteen year old man in his windshield!

A 59-year-old man was charged with drunk driving causing death after an 18-year-old man was rammed by a speeding car and embedded in the windshield for nearly an hour. He also faces two counts of drunk driving causing injury after two other people were struck and seriously hurt. He pleaded not guilty to the charges.

Not guilty? Oh yes, I can picture it... "No, Your Honor, I am not guilty. You see, I was drunk! I had no idea what I was doing!". Jeez.

Hollywood finds itself at the mercy of cellphone-toting teenagers

The problem, they say, is teenagers instant-messaging their friends with their verdict on new films - sometimes while they are still in the cinema watching - and so scuppering carefully crafted marketing campaigns designed to lure audiences out to a big movie on its opening weekend.

This must mean that Hollywood may have to actually make
worthwhile, interesting movies! What a tragedy.

Who Me?

BLOGWISE is a website that lists blogs. Here is their description of my humble corner of the blogosphere:

Opinions from a three-generational view point with free-wheeling humor, commentary, and a very cynical eye on the world.
I have a "1 Click" ranking. I urge both of my loyal readers to go here immediately and let them know that I should be ranked at at least "1 and 1/2 Clicks".

Valentine's Favorite Saying

But enough about me, let's talk about you. What do you think of me?

Gran Book Review

From Gran's pen to your ear: This is a man and a book that needs to be advertised...everybody needs to hear and read his works. From the article:

Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson - a true black leader whom many affectionately call "the other Jesse" - shows how the civil rights establishment has made a lucrative career out of keeping racial strife alive in America.

He reveals how establishment black leaders endlessly promise solutions to the problems of America's inner cities, but deliver only ineffective Band-Aids. From the dismal failure of the welfare system, to the farce of the slavery-reparations movement, to the problems within black churches and the hypocrisy and corruption of current black "leaders," Peterson argues compellingly that the real crisis we face is spiritual, and that no economic solution will suffice. He skillfully weaves the realms of politics, culture, psychology and religion into this profound and relevant book.
(This book review has been brought to you by Gran. If you feel it reached you in error, you're wrong.)

Suicide Bomber Strikes in Jerusalem
JERUSALEM (AP) -- A suicide bomber blew himself up on a bus packed with ultra-Orthodox Jews on Tuesday, killing 20 people, including at least three children, and wounding about 100 in one of the deadliest bombings in the past three years of fighting.

The militant groups Hamas and Islamic Jihad both claimed responsibility. Palestinian Prime Minister Mahmoud Abbas condemned the bombing as a "terrible act."
Another sad, tragic reminder that the Middle East will never have peace until all the terrorists are rounded up and disposed of like the human garbage they are.

Wedded Bliss
If Adrienne Samen ever forgets the details of her wedding reception, the police will be able to provide her with an official account, including a photograph.

The 18-year-old North Haven woman was arrested Saturday night after police said she "flipped out" at the Mill on the River Restaurant, cursed workers who asked some of her guests to leave the bar and then stormed out of the establishment.........

.........Soon after, Wolf said, the angry young woman "started throwing wedding cake and smashed vases of flowers."

Be sure to click the link and check out the mug shot of the lovely bride.

Keep Your Hands to Yourself

The children's director at church organized several day trips this summer. The kids loaded up in vans and drove to water parks, ice-skating rinks, and swimming pools. While on the way, they listened to whatever CD's the kids had brought along that were deemed acceptable for 4th to 6th grade ears. Here is what struck me as odd. The Georgia Satellites' Keep Your Hands To Yourself was deemed inappropriate for a church trip. Huh? The full lyrics to the song can be found here, but here is an excerpt:

got a little change in my pocket going jingle lingle ling
want to call you on the telephone baby I give you a ring
but each time we talk I get the same old thing
always no huggin no kissin until I get a wedding ring
my honey my baby don't put my love upon no shelf
she said don't give no lines and keep your hands to yourself

This song is a funny, in-your-face anthem of restraint, for heaven's sake. They should be playing it at Wednesday night youth fellowship right after "The Story of Free Milk and the Cow" lecture series.

The Penalty for Stupidity is Death

I was going to write something along these lines when I read the story about the cameraman who was killed in Iraq this week, but Trent Telenko at Winds of Change has done an excellent job.

Search Me?

My site meter has a feature called referrals that shows how some people found my site. If, for instance, you found this blog listed on another website, that would be the referral. It also tracks search engines if someone finds my site after searching for a particular topic. Imagine my surprise when my site was referred for these two searches:

mom and son's sexy road trip

pics of Arnold Schwarzenegger naked woman sitting on shoulders


Interesting Twist on Blackout

Al Qaida claims responsibility for blackout:

The new communiqué says that in compliance with the orders of Osama bin Laden to strike at the American economy, the Brigades struck two important electricity supply targets on the East coast, according to the Middle East Media Research Institute. The Brigades say that they cannot reveal how they did it, because they will probably have to use the same method again soon. The communiqué also claimed that the operation was meant as a present for the Iraqi people.

Color me suspicious about this claim. It's possible, but on the other hand, they would try to take credit for anything that hurts the U.S.

Update: James S Robbins agrees:

Claiming credit for what appears to have been the product of a fluke equipment failure in Ohio is a sensible move for al Qaeda. The communiqué is a psyop, aimed at the United States to some extent, but more importantly, at the faithful abroad. Al Qaeda needs to show that it is still relevant and can mount significant attacks on the Crusaders, and claiming credit for the largest power outage in U.S. history is as good a way to demonstrate puissance as any.

Huge Car Bomb Blast Hits U.N. HQ in Iraq
BAGHDAD, Iraq - A car bomb exploded in front of the hotel housing the U.N. headquarters on Tuesday, collapsing the front of the building, the U.S. military said. At least nine people were wounded, including the top U.N. official in Iraq, Sergio Vieira de Mello.

Red Skelton's tips for a happy marriage:

1. Two times a week, we go to a nice restaurant, have a little beverage,then comes good food and companionship. She goes on Tuesdays, I go on Fridays.
2. We also sleep in separate beds. Hers is in Ontario and mine is in Tucson.
3. I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back.
4. I asked my wife where she wanted to go for our anniversary. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said. So I suggested the kitchen.
5. We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops.
6. She has an electric blender, electric toaster and electric bread maker. Then she said "There are too many gadgets and no place to sit down!" So I bought her an electric chair.
7. My wife told me the car wasn't running well because there was water in the carburetor. I asked where the car was, she told me "In the Lake."
8. She got a mudpack and looked great for two days. Then the mud fell off.
9. She ran after the garbage truck, yelling "Am I too late for the garbage?" The driver said "No, jump in!"
10. Remember. Marriage is the number one cause of divorce.
11. Statistically, 100% of all divorces start with marriage.
12. I married Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was Always.
13. I haven't spoken to my wife in 18 months. I don't like to interrupt her.
14. The last fight was my fault. My wife asked "What's on the TV?" I said "Dust".

Monday, August 18, 2003

We Love Arnold

A group has put together this tongue-in-cheek website and they've taken quotes from Arnold on different topics and arranged them into political categories. My favorite:

Arnold on Family Values: "My mother would spend time with me, saying read out loud. When I stopped, with a yardstick, she would hit me over de head. Do you know how fast I read again? I was reading so fast, let me tell you."
Is this how he's going to make sure "No Child Is Left Behind"??

Guillotine suggested slogan: A Yardstick in Every Classroom/No Behind Left.

From The Cellar To Buried Under The House

The TTLB Blogosphere Ecosystem ranks weblog traffic from Higher Beings all the way down to Microbes with all stages of evolution between the top and bottom. Three days ago I had risen to the level of Slimy Molluscs, the 2070th most popular blog on the internet. Imagine my joy! I was well on my way to becoming a Flippery Fish.

Sadly, today my ranking has crashed down to the 3358th most popular blog on the internet, a mere Wiggly Worm. Believe it or not, my life consists of just such highs and lows everyday.

If I Was Rich

My definition of rich is having a housekeeper and a chef. If I never had to cook, clean, or do laundry I would consider myself in the pampered stratosphere with Oprah. Mr. G was raised by Betty Crocker and nothing from a box is allowed past those lips. My mother wouldn't allow me in the kitchen growing up. Imagine our delightful meals and table repartee the first year our marriage. Until then, I'd been unaware that uttering "bologna sandwich" is the equivalent of flinging down the gauntlet.

I wouldn't build a big house if I was rich. Responsibility for 2 living rooms, 2 eating areas, a game room, and 4 extra toilets is my idea of hell on earth. I might as well purchase a bracelet with a large toilet brush charm and gird up in a utility belt sporting Comet, Windex and Pledge. If you have a kitchen with enough floor space to land a plane, you're mopping a runway twice a week.

I don't need a garden room because it would resemble death valley with wicker accents. This spring I tried to buy a plant and Veritas yanked it out of the shopping basket and said, "That's not fair to this innocent little guy!". I put it back in and 5 minutes later Valentine grabbed it and said, "What did this poor plant do to deserve you??". Someone else snuck it out of the basket while I wasn't looking and I never did get home with the darn thing. When asked, Viagra shrugged and said, "Hey, it was life or death, dude."

The last time I actually brought a plant home, my yuck-a-minute kiddos held a little memorial service for it in the dining room before placing it, as Veritas says, on "death row". I'm probably tied with the state of Texas for most executions.

I might need a gardener too.

Update: If I was rich I'd have a music room with a grand piano, even if I had to clean it myself, and I'd play that piano every day.

Update II: Mom has emailed to say she is offended by my statements because she always let me into the kitchen when it was time to clean it. I stand corrected, cleaning again, but corrected. However, she went on to say that I wasn't to be found at clean-up time. Not true. That was her other daughter, the artistic one, who always had to go to the bathroom or make decorative boxes in her room to hold silverware while I did the heavy lifting. We still can't find her.

Better Late Than Never

As per Mom's request, here are links to places I enjoy reading. I hope that you find them interesting and thought-provoking. If you think of a good one I've missed, email me and I'll consider adding it when I have time.

In case you missed it, here's another good article from Victor Davis Hanson. Speaking of American overseas military bases:

I think under current practice we could better define an existing base as either a nexus for local anti-American resentment or a means of exacting political or financial concessions.
On the U.N.:
France should share its veto with the entire European Union. And any nation that wishes to enjoy a vote in the General Assembly must first prove that its own citizens enjoy the same privilege at home.
And finally this speculation:
With China and Russia claiming neutrality; with Britain, Australia, Japan, and much of Eastern Europe allied; and with India increasingly receptive to American peace-feelers — we should worry less and less about Old Europe and the tired Arab street, whose collective bark is far worse than their bite. The sad fact is that, for billions of people in an emerging Asia and the Americas, Europe and our enemies in the Middle East are mostly irrelevant, and will become even more so in the months ahead.
Read the whole article.

Dumber Than A Box of Rocks

Heatwave's First Frostbite victim

Britain's heatwave, which has claimed dozens of sunburn and heat exhaustion victims, has now produced its first case of frostbite.

A motorist was diagnosed with the condition after driving with his toes too close to the air conditioning vent on the 400 km journey from London to Manchester.

My Little Drama Queen

It's been quiet around here. The oldest two kids went to move Valentine into her new college digs and my youngest daughter, Vision, spent the night with a friend. Vision's departure was a huge relief because it's been a week filled with tragedy for the poor girl.

Despite a barrage of tearful pleas, I refused to let her go to public school this year. This wailing and gnashing of teeth went on for two days and we both took a lot of Advil. Then she found out one of her best friends is going to "real" school this fall and she clouded up and rained all over the house for another day. We got the Advil back out. Thursday I agreed that she could have a hamster with the proviso that she cease and desist on the issue of public school. Yes it was a bribe. I was running out of Advil.

Alas, tragedy struck again. On Friday, after eagerly awaiting the purchase of the new hamster, the pet store had the audacity to have in stock only ugly hamsters. Oh, the inhumanity! She came home heartbroken and empty-handed. Another bout of weeping and medication ensued.

Further catastrophe lurked on the horizon. Her dreams of an acting career were cruelly dashed on Sunday when the children's director at church failed to cast her in the Christmas play. Thankfully, before reaction over this latest bitter pill reached the sob and bawl phase, a friend called and invited her to spend the night. Can you say pack a bag? I can.

Veritas' Views On Dating
"I'm not going to date. I'm looking for that one, special person I'm supposed to share my life with. At this age, I wouldn't realize it was him if I found him and I would probably break up with him. Then I'd have ruined my one chance at true love before I even graduate from high school."

Funny Willard comments for the week
"I don't know what I mean. I'm confusing!"
"Could we get this mole on my arm deplanted?"
"This is a TV show about a really smart little kid who upgraded to high school. "
"Lord of the Rings II hasn't come out on DVD yet, but Mom has it on book."

Shooting Themselves In The Foot
A fresh wave of sabotage and violence took its toll on Iraq on Sunday as a second blaze hit a crucial oil export pipeline, a water pipeline was blown up and six Iraqis were killed in a mortar attack on a Baghdad prison.

I could be wrong, but it is possible these terrorists in Iraq are going to see the attacks backfire on them. Unlike the Palestinians who target Israelis or the Muslim extremists who target Western nightclubs and embassies, these idiots are blowing up their Muslim bretheren. The sabotage is also targeting the very people they'd like to recruit. I wonder if this won't drive the average Jamal away from extremism and toward a better working partnership with our occupational forces. Time will tell.

What Went Wrong - The Blackout

While they've said the problem started in Ohio, this article proves my earlier point that ruling out terrorism was a bit quick:

In fact, federal investigators ruled terrorism out within the first 45 minutes - perhaps prematurely. True, there was no detectable physical intrusion; nor had terrorist hackers left the usual cyber footprints. But despite the initial reassuring signals to the public, during an emergency conference call with senior officials at 5:30 p.m., the CIA put on the radar the possibility that there might have been some terrorist tampering. Informants and interrogations of terror suspects have led the CIA to believe that Al Qaeda is seeking to target power grids to produce just the widespread chaos witnessed Thursday afternoon, a senior administration official told NEWSWEEK.
What widespread chaos? People were sleeping on the street and unharmed doing so in Gotham City. Where were these reporters, Canada?

Update:ScrappleFace: Congress Debates Funding Wireless Electrical Power

Arizona Occupation Faces Challenges

After the Northeastern U.S. remained mostly amiable during the blackouts, will this report of gasoline shortages cause riots in the dread Southwestern street?

PHOENIX -- Gasoline here has been treated like liquid gold in the week and a half since a rupture forced the sole pipeline to the city to shut down.

Motorists drove on fumes from gas station to gas station Sunday night, searching for one that still had fuel. The stations still open had drivers lined up for hours waiting for their chance to pump -- and pay an increasingly high price for the privilege.

"I've been losing money for the last week," cab driver Dominick Santandrea said, complaining about prices in the $1.90-a-gallon range Sunday. "If this keeps up, the cab rates will go up."

Counting the failure of the northeastern power grid and contaminated drinking water this is the third national crisis that mirrors the situation in Iraq since President Bush announced the end of major combat operations on May 1.

Sunday, August 17, 2003

Sunday Links

I've decided to link to some of my favorite Christian places on the web on Sundays. In no particular order:

blogs4God has a a roundup of all kinds of religious weblogs.
RAZORMOUTH is one of my favorite websites.
antithesis is a great website also.

If you run across others, send me an email and I'll add 'em to the list.

Update: I have no idea why two of the three seem to focus on drinking today, must be a fluke.

Since It's Sunday

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Very Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

Hey, I was honest.

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