When I went to amazon.com to get the link I used in the post below, the homepage was suggesting that I consider purchasing Sex and the City, season whatever, on DVD. This reminded me that I saw that TBS is going to air the reruns of that show. This should be interesting. Since the episodes will be punctuated by commercials, some of the filth will have to be removed due to time constraints. But getting this show to be TV-ready is going to be a challenge for somebody. Despite the fun clothes and kickass shoes, this is a pretty damn raunchy show. I mean, this show makes the Sopranos seem like Sesame Street with the occasional execution. Granted, the nudity and potty-mouthedness could be easily edited out without affecting the overall storyline content of the show. But therein lies the problem. Many of the episodes themselves are about sex and sex alone. Not about the city. And, I think if any Kim Cattrall fans tune into TBS to see the object of their adoration, they're likely to be disappointed. For her characters shenanigans are XXX-rated even at her most prudish. It's easy enough to change up the f-bombs, etc., but when the subject matter itself, stripped of the potty language and nudity, is obscene... Somebody at TBS has their work cut out for them.
7:58 AM
Warning
I'm going to be venting about work later, so I'm going strongly suggest not reading the caustic vitriol that will spew forth. Sure, I could just write it and not post it. But it's not really venting it away from me adequately if I just write it and then either un-write it (ie, delete it) or keep it to myself. The post will be entitled "Every Day is the Worst Day of My Life" (or maybe something else from Office Space, perhaps involving the fabled red Swingline, perhaps not). Since I've warned you about both the name of the post and its content, by reading it you agree not to be offended, or, if you are offended, you agree to neither inform me of your condition nor expect any corrective action from me. If you don't agree to these conditions, then don't read it. I'm serious.
7:49 AM
The owners of Gizmo, a 16-year-old Yorkshire terrier killed last month when they say he was kicked like a football, are asking a court to award them $200,000 in damages.
They'll get no complaint from me about this. The owners are certainly entitled to compensation and the dog-kicker and his assclown friends should suffer financial ruin.
But, shamefully, the owners have gone too far:
The suit names as defendants Chad Daniel Crawford, charged by police with kicking the dog, along with two other men, and Nashboro Village Apartments, where the couple lives. The couple seeks punitive and compensatory damages in the April 5 incident.
Nashboro Village Apartments? Are they responsible for what happened in any way? Or are they just the "deep pocket" that every good lawsuit requires? I tend to believe it's most likely the latter. I initially suspected that Gizmo's owners had some dirtbag tendencies, as ole boy did have the dog outside sans leash, but suing a business that had nothing to do with the incident in question proves their depravity. I'd like to give them the benefit of the doubt and think that perhaps they really didn't want to sue the apartment owners and are only doing so because their sleazy lawyer demanded it. But then again, they should have been appalled by the sleaziness and found a less reprehensible lawyer. I hate to think of the memory of what was undoubtedly a fine dog being tarnished by the foolish antics of his owners. It is my belief that dogs are inherently good and that anything bad a dog does is due entirely to its owners crapulence and/or negligence.
As I was parking my car this morning and dreading (I say again DREADING) another day at the ole office, I was greeted by a most welcome sight, in the grassy area separating my car from a nondescript white building. It was the elusive roadrunner! I knew as soon as I saw it that I must capture it. In a photo, that is. As I am not in the habit of bringing cameras to work (and probably wouldn't even if doing so wasn't explicitly forbidden), I began to despair, but then I realized that my boy Wile E. would not have given up so easily, so I decided to improvise. I pulled out my trusty cellphone with its ultra-low resolution digital camera and quietly stepped out of the vehicle. My attempts to capture the majestic 'runner in a photograph were rewarded with undiscernable blurred images looking nothing like a roadrunner, and a roadrunner that was beginning to get spooked. Since it was clear that I wouldn't be getting any useful pictures from my vantage point, I began cautiously approaching the lovely bird. The roadrunner, perhaps sensing my sympathy for the plight of the good Mr. Coyote, scurried a bit to escape my lens. Again, taking a cue from Wile E., I continued to pursue my fine-feathered target. I even said "stay" a few times in a gentle tone, as that sometimes works with my dog. But to no avail. Just as I was closing in on him/her with my phone at the ready in my outstretched hand, the ever-elusive bird hopped over a concrete wall of sorts and out of sight. So, with a heavy heart, I went back to my vehicle, collected my belongings and proceeded to that most oppressive of environs, my office. Where I should have gone was to an Acme catalog and then to the old drawing board. But alas!
Now lest you think too highly of yourself, Mr. Roadrunner, I'll have you know that you got away this time due to my lack of preparedness and inferior equipment. If I'd had a real camera with me I would have been all over your bold-feathered ass. Do not grow complacent dear roadrunners, for one day I will capture one of your kind on film, memory card, or both.
11:14 AM
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Dangerous Vehicles
There are elitist snobs in this world that insist on driving certain types of vehicles for the social standing doing so affords them, dangers to others be damned. These pompous bastards actually take pride in their choice of vehicle and can offer reasons for why they made the choices they did. Evil SUV pilots!? Not exactly...
Ok, some kids go to Best Buy, think the store might be discriminating against black kids, blah blah blah.
I'm going to ignore the claims of bias, as I have not been to the Best Buy in question and the article doesn't give enough information to form an opinion on it. But why the hell is a school principal concerned enough about this to write a letter and then go public? And he seems to be acting as principal, on behalf of his school's students, not as just a citizen concerned about unfairness. What kind of school is this?
But there's more: Mariama Richards, the school's co-director of diversity, said she observed a racially discriminatory incident at the store April 19. She said she was there to return a DVD and watched two groups of Georgetown Day high school students, one white, one black, leave the store.
"The all-white group had backpacks and store bags and walked out without any issue," Richards said. "Then three black boys started to walk out with backpacks and store bags. They were searched, and their backpacks were opened and they were [briefly] detained."
She said she complained to the store manager and told him that school officials "were going to be making a decision on whether this is a place where we want to spend our money."
School officials are going to make a decision about spending money at Best Buy? This suggests that either (a) it's school money they're spending at Best Buy, which begs the question: what the hell are they buying and why are they buying it there to begin with? or (b) they're too stupid to make personal shopping decisions without meeting with each other. Either way, I ask again, what kind of school is this?
Before we begin, I feel compelled to disclose my biases. For I have first-hand knowledge of a state agency using state resources and countless (and by that I mean a shitload) man-hours of employees' paid time to put on an utterly useless "follies" program, during working hours, which devoted a sizeable amount of banter to bashing Bush and various other conservative causes and individuals. I have very, very strong suspicions (by that I mean absolute certainty) that anti-Kerry, anti-Clinton, or anti-liberal sentiments would never be presented or tolerated in such a forum. I know for a fact that anti-Bush propaganda is circulated using state e-mail addresses. I've yet to hear one complaint. I remain officially silent because (1) I have no reason whatsoever to believe that speaking up would change anything besides my employment status and (2) I have reason to believe speaking up would result in retaliation.
Now that that's out of the way, what we have here is a dude who got an email, thought it worth forwarding, then forwarded it. It was a personal email, but he's allowed to send and receive personal email. It contained no viruses or other software that might compromise security, etc. But this dude is catching a bunch of heat for it. And, no, surprisingly, it isn't porn. For he forwarded what appears to be a pretty damn funny email which casts aspersions on the natures of various Democratic golden-boys and sacred cows, and on the DNC as a whole. Proving, again, that Democrats have absolutely no sense of humor or any hesitation whatsoever to appear as assholes, Democrats are calling for the dude's head. No surprises there. Shortly I will begin searching for a complete transcript of this email, as the previews gleaned from the article make it sound most promising.
For example: Six times, there was an entry on the agenda that read: "Ted Kennedy proposes a toast.
This is, of course, an outrage. Ted Kennedy can and will drink way more than that.
As an aside, potential female companions considering leaving the event with the good Senator might do well to read up on certain events that took place at a place called "Chappaquiddick."
But what's really funny is this:
"It's unfortunate that an adjutant general of the National Guard has the time on his hands to say things about the greatest senator America has ever had," said Menino, who is close to Kennedy. "It's unfortunate people have to stoop this low."
He actually called the chick-killing, drunken Ted Kennedy the greatest senator America has ever had! That, fair readers, is a joke.
