ROAD TRIP - Part 2

By Request of the Wizard Osbasso...
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HNT 13 - Harry Nugent Theater

Here I am with grandiose wishes of being the next 'Nuge' - or some close facsimile thereof.

Don't worry about the scowl... it's all theatrics.

Happy HNT peoples!! Go see the King of El Paso, Osbasso, the Masso of HNTasso...







ROAD TRIP - Part 2


So, we got a late start.

Actually, part of the reason it was a late start was the fact that I had to go pick up the rental car. Traffic didn't help. And then, on top of all this, we had to (get this) go pick up a puppy and take it with us. Puppy living in Richmond didn't really have a place to live. And, the graduates-to-be had some other family coming to the graduation. This puppy was going to live with them. Rather than ship the puppy off via UPS, we put him the back of the Liberty and gave him a first class ride to South Carolina. Puppy had most of the back to himself and he was surprisingly well-behaved. Slept most of the way there, excepting for a couple of pit stops for gas. Just goes to show that you can't just a book, or a dog even, by its cover.

Now then, this WOULD have been about a 6.5-7.5 hour drive, given the mostly light traffic... but we stopped at J&R Outlet center. They have a section of hardback books which all sell for 4-6 bucks each. Umm, yeah. And not just crap titles, either. I have a book addiction. I'll admit it. I picked up about 15 of these books just for me. Sad, yeah? Consider, however, the normal $15-25 cover price vs $4-6... Also scored some XMas gifts for people on my "nice" list.

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They also have a Zippo kiosk. That's right, not just a little rotating display. I know that not all of you people out there smoke, but you could at least do me the favor of accepting the fact that some of these Zippo lighters are just plain cool-looking. And this entire kiosk with nothing but Zippo lighters and similar gear. I scored a limited edition ELVIS 50th Anniversary zippo lighter for my roommate - he loves the later "cheezy" Elvis. It was pretty sweet.

Of course, with all this looking and shopping, the next thing you know, over an hour has passed. Crap. So we get the puppy one more round and drive over the interstate to where the gas stations were...

dammit.

Bojangles.

Right next to the gas station.

I'll admit it. I have a weakness. Bojangles butter biscuits are one of THE finest tasting bread products on this (or any) planet. If you have never had one, take a road trip. If you think Hardees is good? You will learn otherwise. We used to have one right down the road from my office. I would stop by there from time to time and go through their drive thru just to score me a dozen biscuits. No, really. They are that damned good. And their dirty rice? Tasty, tasty.

This was years ago... and for some reason, they closed down. Yes, I was heartbroken. Some friends of mine said, "Well, you can always get biscuits at Hardees." Umm, no. You can't. Do you want me to eat mere human bread product after having had manna from heaven? Would you drink Franzia if you had grown accustomed to Dom Perignon? Would you enjoy driving a Ford Escort after a Porsche 911? Well? Would you?

Now, I remember that a few months after that Bojangles closed, I was driving down the road and saw lights on in the building. There were CUSTOMERS and EMPLOYEES there! Holy shit! I made a semi-legal u-turn at the next intersection and zipped back and right into the drive through. I was thrilled they came back. I pulled up to the window, ordered my dozen biscuits and a large dirty rice, threw money at the cashier and said, "Just get me ma damn biscuits! I'm in withdrawal!!" They boxed and bagged it up and handed it to me. I was into the box for a biscuit before I was even out of the drive thru.

Bite.

Something wasn't right.

This doesn't have that flaky moist sweet buttery goodness that I had missed so dearly. What the hell?

Took another bite.

Nope. Definitely not the same. Just as I was about to drive back to complain and asked what was up, I looked at my receipt.

Popeye's.

What in the hell??? I never did read the actual sign... but Popeyes had the same damned color scheme, the same font... the building hardly looked any different from when it had been a Bojangles!!

I never finished that box. The dirty rice was merely passable.

So, yes, I missed the Bo. And there one was, the tasty cajun scent wafting its evil way over to me as I pumped gas into the gas-guzzling mini-SUV.

So, yes, we stopped to eat before getting back on the road. And this time, I made sure it was REALLY a Bojangles before I ordered. The girl at the register looked at me like I was crazy, of course, but I didn't want to suffer that disappointment again. Once was enough for this lifetime.

And a mere 3 or 4 hours later, we pulled into the Parris Island area, delivered the puppy, and sacked out in preparation of the long day to come.... All in all, the simple 6.5-7 hour drive took 9 hours... c'mon, it was a BOJANGLES.

And, hey, on a positive side note? I learned that there IS a Bojangles a LOT closer to my home. Hell, it's even in my home state of Virginia, off exit 11 on I-95. Oh yeah. There is a road trip in my future.

MERRY
. CHRISTMA-
. . HANNU-
. . . KWANZAA-
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. MAS !!!

I really get tired of being politically correct and saying "Happy Holidays". Screw that. But I remembered this commercial where they came up with the above slogan. If I didn't cover you, well... it's the thought that counts, so piss off if I didn't mention your particular holiday for this season. Bah, humbug!

In any event, just taking a few moments to spread the joy... then it's, ACK!!!, back to the mall !!! Wish me luck - I'll have a nice little rant about mall rats and their joyous seasonal behavior after it's all in the past... for this year, at least.

until then, have a (see above) - I'll be placing gifts under my CHRISTMAS Tree for my peops to open. And, yeah, it's a Christmas Tree. That's a symbol Christians use in celebrating this particular season, so get over it. I don't seem to recall there ever being a Hannukah tree... nope... they have a Menora (sp?), right? And I don't think Hindus or Buddhists even celebrate this time of year... Ramadan Tree? Didn't think so. So back up and off the Christmas tree and leave it be.

FYI - Christmas is a Federal Holiday and it is named for the Christmas Holiday.

Has anyone else gotten the feeling that I absolutely loathe political correctness? Well, I do. I think it causes more problems than it will ever solve....

Peace!

Last Minute Christmas Shopping

just a thought...


AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!


And that's about all I got to say about that.
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ROAD TRIP

So, one puppy, a rental upgrade, and 7 and a half hours of driving later, there I was in the deep southeastern corner of South Carolina. I was within spittin' distance (with a good tailwind) of Hilton Head, and a short stone's throw from Savannah, Georgia. If you've been here before, then you know why. If not, well - I was there to go to Parris Island, the Marine Recruit Training Base, to watch 2 young men graduate from "maggots" into Marines.

It all started back in Richmond, Virginia. To make a long story short, something mostly impossible for me to do, the vehicle that was supposed to be available for us to use to get to Parris Island and back again, with boys in tow, was suddenly of questionable running condition. It seems that the transmission had decided to start leaking sometime within the past, oh, 360 hours or so. But, as luck would have it, I was not informed of this fact until, oh, less than 24 hours before we were going to actually hit the road. Lovely.

SO... I was down to just a few options:

1. drive my Del Sol back and pack the boys and their large quantity of gear up into the trunk. I'm sure they would have loved riding back in the trunk, right?
2. Drive my Camaro, of questionable long-distance durability, down to South Carolina and hope for the best. Cargo? Who needs cargo? Hell, the Camaro has a back seat that was an afterthought. Have you ever ridden in the back of a 3rd gen Camaro? Then you know as well as I do that the seat is actually nothing more than AN INSURANCE PREMIUM REDUCTION. No one over the age of 5 is actually small enough to fit comfortably in the back seat of such a car. Putting anyone over 4' 8" in height in the back is a violation of their Constitutional rights against Cruel and Unusual Punishment.
3. Rent a car

Therefore, I went online Tuesday night and rented a car. I knew some other people from in town were going to be travelling there with enough cargo space for their extra gear... and with Christmas spending yet to do, and bills yet to pay - I opted for an econo-box. Yeah, I know. They are small too, right Wop? Well, sure, but even the backseat of a Kia Rio is twice as large as the backseat of a Camaro... and certainly a bit more comfortable than the trunk of a Del Sol. This actually turned out to be a good thing....

How, Wop, how? Well, there is a little known thing about rental car agencies. If you rent a car of a particular class - in this case an economy car - and they do not have a car of that class size, well, they have to upgrade you for free. Yep, that's right. Free upgrade. They cannot just downgrade you either. In this particular instance, not only did they have no econoboxes to rent me, they had NO cars at all. In fact, all they had was one full size passenger van and a Jeep Liberty. So I got a Jeep Liberty for an econobox price.

Sweet.

Well, not entirely. I have to say that the Jeep Liberty, now that it has successfully returned us to Richmond, is not the most impressive vehicle in the world. It has little to no power for a vehicle of its girth. The front seats are NOT comfortable. You have no place to put your legs and stretch out, even if you were driving in cruise control mode. The back seats aren't that large, nor are they very comfortable either. And cargo space? Well, let's just say that you think there would be more. Steering was more twitchy than a crystal meth junkie and gas mileage? Atrocious. 20mpg highway. That's it. I get better in my Camaro, which has much more power. Sad. Just sad.

Of course, I'm not entirely certain that my Camaro would have gotten me there... and then there's that little issue with that back seat torture chamber. I mean, the boys are just finishing boot camp for the Marines - I think that they deserve a little better ride home, right? Would you want two annoyed, grumpy Marines fresh out of boot camp and full of "oo-rah" and testosterone riding right behind you? Me neither.

Anyway, it got us there and back again without too much incident, and the exceedingly bright headlights, when they weren't blinding everyone else on the road, did give great vision for night driving. Would I take one for free? Sure. Why not? But would I buy one? Hell no. I could sell a free one and buy something better, I'm sure.

Next stop - The Ceremonies, JP's, and yet another incident caused by my singing...

Just a Euphemism Before I Go

It's a cold winter's day, here in Virginia, and I am heading for warmer land tomorrow. Why? Well, I'm going to see two young men, sons of a friend of mine, graduate from the Marine Corps boot camp in Parris Island. It ought to be interesting, seeing 230 years of tradition in action - the Marine Corps were actually first formed waaaay back in 1775. They recently celebrated the 230th birthday of the Corps just about a month or so ago. Basically? I'm playing taxi driver but it gets me out of town for a while so that's a good thing, right?

But I'll be back. For good or ill.

So no Hella Neat Touched-up photos this Thursday or more "witty" commentary until, well... probably next week or so. Thanks for your patience during my absence...

But before I go, I was working on a new song and could use your help. I'm giving youz near to a week to put in your thoughts, so do what you can... Now then, you might be asking me, "Well, Wopanese, what the hell is it that you need?" Well... here goes...

Okay, so I thought of all the different euphemisms for the act of sex and I have run out and headlong into a brain fart and can think of no more. Please help this writer out of his block and post any other euphemisms you might or might not have ever used or heard... or just made up, for that matter. Mind you, this is for the actual act of basic sexual intercourse only - the other basic types of sex (masturbation, anal, oral, multipartner, etc) will be covered at another time. Thank you all very much in advance!

And here is the list so far:

• makin' bacon
• knocking boots
• bumping uglies
• doing the deed
• doing the nasty
• washing launry
• the horizontal mambo
• dancing in the sheets
• humping
• porking
• doing IT
• screwing
• playing hide and seek with the garden snake
• getting laid
• bangin'
• riding the baloney pony
• boinking
• playing hide the sausage
• the horizontal bop
• getting freaky
• doing
• nailing
• afternoon delight
• hitting a home run
• scoring
• going all the way
• rocking the hobby horse
• rearranging furniture
• bangin' the headboard
• takin' the dog for a walk
  
• playing cowboy
• bedroom rodeo
• gettin' missionary
• drilling for white gold
• doin' the "whose yer daddy"
• romp in the hay
• hop in the sack
• scroggin
• poke her/poking
• takin' care of business
• the tush push
• the ole in and out
• a wham, bam, thank you ma'am
  

and my personal favorite:

• scrumpin'

So, please help me out all you can. In the meantime, have a great week!
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Me Me Monday #21

#21
I think George Lucas REALLY screwed the pooch, from marketing in the "Return", to the acting in Episodes 1 and 2, to making the Force no longer a mystical thing so much as a viral infection (mitichlorians), and this list could go on and on. And the dialogue in Ep3? Let's not even talk about it.

I know. This is not a big thing or surprising for most people. First, Episode 1... what was he thinking? I actually LIKED the way the empire looked like it was shaping up, with the planet of Naboo being very reminiscent of Ancient China in its dress and customs... the fight scene with Darth Maul... awesome. Awesome, that is, up until the very end. It's as if they couldn't think of a feasible way for the 2 Jedi to actually kill off Darth Maul - cause straight up, he was kicking their asses.
And, dammit, after all the marketing hype of Darth Maul, you went and killed him off so ignominiously. Had the fight scene remained consistent, there would be no Obi Wan left either, having been sliced in half long before he even got his saber back while jumping up out of the pit. How sad was that?

And in Episode 2 you replaced Maul with a geriatric Lord Dooku. Granted, the actor is awesome, but he's not exactly nimble enough to pull off all those fight scenes and make it look nearly as sweet as Ray Pak's Maul. And let's not even discuss just how stupid that name sounds, okay? Somehow, this makes no sense.... then again, I suppose that's one of the problems with having such an incredible franchise as Star Wars - you can produce crap and it will still sell.

Case in point - midichlorians. Umm, what's the point? First, the force was a religion followed by old crazy wizards - all of this came from the first 3 movies (episodes 4, 5, and 6) - and now, flash to episode 1. Now they have midichlorians.. it's like unto equating the Force with having some sort of bacterial infection. Please. We didn't need to have it explained, Georgie. We really didn't. We LIKED the fact that it was just this undefined energy field created by ALL living things (not just bacteria, George), that surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together. Whatever happened to all of that? What? Did Yoda NOT KNOW about them?

And one more thing.

Jar Jar Binks

'Nuff Said. Lucas should be shot for that one alone...

Now it wasn't all bad, but there wasn't much good... here are the only good things to come out of Episode 1:

1. Hey, a new Star Wars movie AT LAST!!! We'd been waiting for YEARS!
   
2. The Darth Maul fight scene, up until the very end of it, at least
3. Marketing for Star Wars went off the charts - gee, could they milk us for any MORE money - this was good only in the sense that it was good for Lucas and the toy companies. Really, this is a BAD point. Just thought I'd stick it in here to see if you were paying attention.
   
4. We knew that Jake Lloyd would not be in the second or third movie.
5. It ended, so we didn't have to see Jar Jar onscreen any more.
   

Episode 2. Talk about fluff without substance. Haydn - hey, at least he definitely had the whiny punk act down, showing that, in theory, personality can in fact be passed down genetically. We could actually believe that Mark Hammil's Luke was a descendant of Haydn's whiny Anakin. Truly.

But it wasn't ALL bad... no, really. Here are some good points

1. Another Star Wars movie. Yeah!
2. The Clone Wars... been waiting all these years for some deep, dirty infighting about the ominous CLONE WARS that had been mentioned back in ep.4-6... !!
3. Starships AC apparently works very well. (Okay, so yes I'm a pig)
4. Not much Jamaican Slave talk spoken in this movie by the most annoying character ever created, that Jar Jar character

Here are some of my issues with Episode 2:

1. Amidala falls from a troop ship travelling at least a few hundred knots and from a distance of, oh, at least 50 feet.... yet, she somehow only rolls 10 feet when she hits the sand dunes... and then actually gets up and runs off. Umm... physics lesson George?
2. Could we please have some more marketing? How many new vehicles were invented just for this movie?
3. Need I mention whiny Haydn's "acting" once again?
4. Hey, umm... so R2D2 can fly now... yet he could barely roll around in the Ep.4-6?
5. Hey, I was just wondering... the jedi fights are now superfast and cool... I guess the force really got weak after these movies cause Luke and Vader's fights were pretty damned lame by comparison.
6. Lord Dooku. Dooku. Dammit George. You need some Quality Control over your character names.
7. Attack of the Clones - sounds too much like Attack of the Clowns.
8. Jar Jar spoke
9. Jar Jar was in the movie
10. Jar Jar wasn't whacked
11. Did he really need to provide commentary on modern issues - like smoking - in this movie? Umm, no.
    

Episode 3:
I think Revenge of the Sith was pretty weak overall. I'm sorry, but Mace Windu (Samuel L. Jackson) going down the way he did? Please. And, poor Natalie Portman's lines... could ya make her any more annoying, whining, or codependantly weak? George - you really need someone else to review the scripts, dude. Those love scene lines could make a chick porn star gag, okay? And that's saying something, considering some of the tree trunks that are in vogue today... not that I would personally know....

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Here's the list of what was wrong with Episode 3:

1. The Clone Wars certainly don't seem to deserve all the dread and awe that was laid out in Episode 4. Yeah, a weak complaint... but there was so much there
2. Whiny Haydn turned into lovesick, poorly motivated, whiny Vader. Come on. Would any of us have really fallen for that crap Palpatine was dishing out?
3. Windu's death scene. What kind of weak crap was that?
4. Lava scene battle... CG can only take you so far
5. Hamfisted plot line to make it impossible to miss the parallels with the second trilogy of episodes 4-6. Give us a little more credit, Georgie.
6. Dialogue sucked. Period. Captain Kirk had better lines in "The Final Frontier" than this.
7. Amidala in this movie rendered completely worthless. She goes from battle-hardened heroine to whiny "I miss my Ani-boo-boo" crap... what the hell?

So, years ago I remember reading an interview with Georgie, talking about the Star Wars story. He said he already knew what the whole story was, and that it was going to take a trilogy of trilogies to work the whole thing out. First would be Episodes 4-6, which he did. But they took so damned long... and that's why he shortened it up into just 6 movies. There was supposed to be an entire story dedicated to Chewie and the Wookie planet. This obviously got nerfed into a few afterthought battlescenes for Episode 3. Poor Chewie. Everyone dug him and they go and whack his movie. I won't even metion the obvious question about "how come the robots have no clue about anything in E4-6?" Okay, so I DID mention it.

Of course, obviously, this is all a load of crap. Having the story already in mind as 9 films certainly doesn't pan out when you look at the first 2 movies and realize that BOTH of those movies comprise of only 20 % substance, and 80% fluff and scenery. Even Georgie admitted to that. He later claimed he ALWAYS wanted to make just the 6 movies. This is, of course, why he went in after the fact and changed the ending of Return of the Jedi to show celebrations going on all over the empire, instead of making you wait for the 9th movie for this to happen.

Now, I can't really blame him. 9 movies is a HUGE undertaking, much less 6. But I have to believe that once, long ago, in a California far, far away, there was actually a George Lucas who had a good story AND the balls to tell it. Unfortunately, that George disappeared when the marketing came in - case and point - Episode 3. Ewoks. This was SUPPOSED to be the Wookie story, but Wookies are not cute and cuddly enough... so they whacked the Wookies in half and made them cute. For you trivia buffs, E-wok came from reversing the syllables of Wookie. And WHY did they do this? Why did they add Jar Jar Binks? For prepubescent girls. Period. They were missing out on a huge market by not having something cute and cuddly to have FOR SALE.

Ahh, poor George. Sold his soul to Mattel and Hasbro.

Oh, forgot to mention something VERY annoying about Episode 6. How can you kill off the coolest bounty hunter in all the galaxy like that? WEAK. (Oh, and then Lukey-boy had to hamfist, yet again, the parallel of father and son getting whacked. Geez, George, can you quit being so cliche'?)

Side point Jango Fett's name - that name always reminds me of that party game where you have a stack of equally sized blocks and have to pull one out each turn, trying to avoid making the entire tower fall... Still, it's a better name than Lord Dookie.

Finally, the most unforgivable fact :

Han shot first.

That's right, he SHOT FIRST. This was a single act that defined the character. It made him COOL. And George neutered him in the remake with Greedo shooting first.... AND MISSING from a HUGE distance of about 1 meter/3 feet.

About the remakes, don't get me started or I'll end up writing even more.

So, there you go, George. I could have done it better... and if I ever get the right contacts and the backing, boy, I will...

And it will have balls, marketing be damned...

George made the deal at the Crossroads... his balls for billions. Poor Georgie.

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Yes, I'm a geek. Admittedly so.
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HNT 14 - Hey, No phoTo

You know what it's like trying to figure out some new acronym that starts with HNT? Well, I'm too tired and out of time... and out of new photos....

So here I am, at the company Christmas Party, which had been PC-renamed as a Holiday Party, even though everyone there celebrated Christmas... go figure. This was the first company party I had actually ever attended, though I'd worked with them for years. Why? Well, contrary to popular opinion, this one wasn't the first with the open bar, so that HONESTLY had nothing (or very little) to do with it. No, really. I swear. I actually attended this year because it was the first time I really had nothing better to do. Isn't that sad?

Of course, the coworkers who read this are gonna give me hell about saying that later... oh well. I'm getting kinda used to that by now.

You know what, that picture looks a lot cooler at original resolution... really. Oh well... never said I was a photoshop pro.


For all your HNT needs (and answers), go see OSBASSO.

Happy HNTing

How Short Lived, Infamy

The USS Arizona was destroyed in the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Over 1000 Navy servicemen died onboard.

64 years ago today, the Land of the Rising Sun attacked the United States in a sneak attack at Pearl Harbor, setting forth a chain of events which led to the eventual destruction of Nazi Germany and dismantling of the Japanese Empire. Then President Franklin Delano Roosevelt stated in his once famous speech:

Yesterday, December 7, 1941 - a date which will live in infamy...

How long lived is such a date? Well, after 64 years that infamy has faded into black. It is sad to think that we have forgotten all the people who lost their lives that day, that gave their lives in service of their country. The families whose lives were shattered. How close that day came to changing the future of this nation for the worse. And, no, I'm not talking about the Hollywoodified crap movie. I've been to Pearl Harbor, having lived in Hawaii while growing up. I've been to the Arizona memorial. You can look down into the water and still see the ship is leaking oil, 64 years after it was bombed and took over 1000 American lives down with it into the depths of the bay. 1000 lives on ONE SINGLE SHIP were lost with the USS Arizona. Nearly 2000 more died that day on other ships and on the base there. Many more died on other bases that same day. Over 1000 of those lost on the Arizona remain there - the ship is their tomb.

It's a very different feeling you have when you look down at that ship, sitting just a bit below the surface, it's smokestack jutting right at the wake of the water, knowing there are the remains of fellow countrymen, now dead, who gave their lives, well... for we fellow Americans.

Yet, this morning on one of the monopolous Clear Channel stations, I heard the DJ talk about Pearl Harbor Day with these (paraphrased) words -

Yeah, so I almost forgot it was Pearl Harbor Day today until *** sent me this email. [laughs] You know what he sent me [laughs again] - this email said, "Hey, they're bombing Hawaii" [laughs LOUDLY]

Well, I for one am glad that we are so over the terrible events of that day that we can sit back and all laugh about it now, aren't you? I mean, Pearl Harbor is just such a joke... right?

Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm getting old. Maybe I think that people forgot what that attack meant. We had never before been attacked by a foreign nation on our soil. NEVER. Looking back to that time, I can only believe that Americans then felt what we today felt like when 9/11 happened... only moreso. Why? Because we were at peace. We had just gotten out of the Great War (WWI) and the Depression and we just wanted to be left alone, isolated, and at peace. We were truly enjoying our peace. And then Japan not only had the wherewithal to attack us at Pearl Harbor, but elsewhere as well. FDR stated:

The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. Very many American lives have been lost. In addition American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.

Yesterday, the Japanese Government also launched an attack against Malaya.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked Guam.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands.
Last night, the Japanese attacked Wake Island.
This morning, the Japanese attacked Midway Island.

This was a whole nation that attacked us at every post and station in the Pacific. And I am not saying this to dismiss the tragedy of 9/11 at all. No no, not at all. Rather I am simply trying to paint the picture of what happened to America on December 7th, 1941. My relatives in Japan set their entire armed forces against us. Thousands of lives were lost. Dozens of ships sunk. Luck alone kept our navy from being completely crippled - our aircraft carriers were simply not at Pearl Harbor when the attack happened - we all know this from having seen Tora! Tora! Tora! or the Battle of Midway, right?

Now, I was born in Japan. I am half Japanese. My mother is Japanese. I love my country. I'm an American. So sue me for saying so. We should have more respect for this day.

And yet, there they were, nice and cozy in their American broadcasting booth, probably using some Japanese and German audio equipment sold by an American company, making light of what was once the most devastating and dastardly attack even against the United States. That just doesn't seem right to me. It makes me wonder just how long before 9/11 is forgotten. I see signs of that happening already.

I suppose infamy does have a lifespan...

and it's a lot shorter than what it should be.

Me Me Monday Cancelled

Cancelled due to inclement weather as seen here... sorta.

This is my backyard. And, yes, I have a treehouse. To be quite honest, that was a selling point for me... I mean, what more could you ask for than to have your very own treehouse. You can do all sorts of things in a treehouse... most of which I will not list here.

Actually, I won't list ANY of them here - just use your imagination. If you don't have one, or yours is malfunctioning, please feel free to ask one of your imaginitive friends. If you have none, please ask one of your imagi-NARY friends... and if you only have one of those voices that speak to you when you are alone? Well, remember... this is all JUST FOR FUN... mm'kay?



Happy Monday everyone. I get to deal with terrible Virginia drivers and crap weather.

But look on the bright side - this means FRENCH TOAST!!

Anonymous Hatred

Maybe it's just me, but what is it with people who decide to post nasty, insulting comments anonymously? I recently came across a blog entry of a young lady who supposedly went out and had a good, if wild, time with someone of questionable morals and celebrity. It was an interesting enough read, if only for the peek into a nightlife some of us (well, some of you, at least) might never see. For many people, it was a view into the "other side" that they would never otherwise experience. Truly. The short version of what was involved - minor celebrity who is (in)famous for his ability to "bed women", his famous ex, the young lady in question, a nightclub full of debauchery and groping, a menage a trois, and a bruised, bitten nipple.

Now, let's review the nature of this story. It's a blog. It could be true. It might be fiction. It was one night out on the town. It's someone else's life.

Now, wait a second... let's look at that last statement:

It's someone else's life.

This is a pretty important little point to make. In her comments section, I noted at least 10 comments from anonymous little punks who berated her for going out one night and having a good time. Now, while I must agree that there were a few segments of the story which showed some questionable judgment on her part, by what right do these anonymous little douchebags have to go beyond the polite and straight into the insulting by calling her a "whore"? What is wrong with simply questioning her judgment instead of placing such an ultimate judgment upon her? What sort of supreme power do these people have to be insulting while hiding behind an anonymous tag? None. They are cowards all. Had you put your name on the product, then there would at least be the possibility of a return response... but, no. You hide from behind a rock, insult someone, then go run and hide behind your anonymity. Grow a pair.

Yes. There they all were - these posters were insulting her intelligence, her choices, and get this, her ABILITY TO WRITE (which has exactly HOW MUCH to do with her choices that night?) because she decided to share with us this interesting tale of some of the dark, sultry, little nightlife that goes on in her home (large) city. I have to wonder if any of those people actually ever get out... at all. Do they have actual REAL friends?

Of course, I guess these could be people who are envious. Plainly put, the lady who writes this blog, assuming the pictures are genuine, is an attractive woman indeed. Cute face, nice legs, and a great butt... mmm... wait, I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, I suppose that, given the circumstances that she posts an occasional picture of herself on the blog, and these anonymous posters have obviously had a look at the site... one could readily surmise that these posters are simply envious of the fact that this male in the tale she wrote is the one who got to enjoy her. Hmm. Jealous much?

Reminds me of this joke...

Q: What's the difference between a slut and a bitch?
A: A slut will sleep with everyone. A bitch will sleep with everyone... BUT YOU.

I guess that, given these definitions, these losers who insult anonymously should instead call her a bitch, because they aren't going to get to bed her and likely not anyone else. Gee, I guess that means it's okay to lay down an insult, doesn't it?

BTW - I made a comment on her entry regarding these punk-ass anonymous posters. Naturally, some anonymous poster made a comment to insult me for dogging them. Claimed I was trying to remain anonymous because I used a South Park style icon instead of my real picture?? How lame is that? Called me "Defender of the Truth". Cute. Weak, but amusing.

Now, I love the internet. I love the exchange of information and ideas that it cultivates. It's a wonderful thing taken in this light. And blogs are a nice way for people to release their creative energies or share their joys, triumphs, tragedies, and ideas. Unfortunately, it also means there is no actual punishment, no retribution, no consequences for being a total and complete asshole due to the amount anonymity the internet provides you with. This has led, of course, to unfortunate situations such as this. People with no class or character can freely insult you on the fly, at a whim, at every turn.

Sure, I can see the reason for an anonymous post tactfully put that profers an opinion in a polite manner... calling someone a whore does not fit this, now does it? In polite society, an anonymous comment allows someone to interject an alternate viewpoint without fear of reprisals... ahh, and there is the key - REPRISALS.

Here on the net, the best we can seemingly do to the anonymous punk-bitches is insult them for their cowardice and true lack of anything resembling bravery, character, or a real set of balls. Or ovum, I suppose, for the ladies who decide to play this way. Of course, it seems that, by and large, the majority of anonymous insults are handed out by the male of the species... perhaps it is that territoriality thing... the weak and lesser males (read: LOSERS) of the species find they can unleash here without getting stomped for it, as they surely would if they were in the actual company of the people they are insulting.

Were we having a discussion in person and you insulted me, I could bitchslap you.

But, given that you aren't here... well, this e-bitchslap is the best I can do.
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