Okay, it's May now, but the line just doesn't work with a one-syllable month.
Y'know, this is just an overall weird weekend. Dogsitting for Heidi means staying in Small Town South of Richmond and driving an extra 25 minutes to work, which just feels strange, as I'm a ten-minute commute away from both my jobs. And this weekend also happened to be the weekend I'm working a morning shift near downtown Richmond, then my full second shift at the climbing gym, and tomorrow it's the usual two-job Sunday: Religious school in the morning, climbing gym in the afternoon. Heidi's back Monday, but I'll be here tomorrow night, keeping the dogs company and feeding and playing with them while I'm at it.
I've graduated from being someone whom the dogs simply bark and jump around when they see me, to being someone whom Worf injures when he's excited. It's a fine line, you see. Worf will leap on and nip Heidi when she comes home after having been away for a while. He also does it before her daily run. It's a risk, and she's got a number of scars on her arms and legs from Worf's claws. Tonight, I earned some matching scars on my arm and perhaps on my back (man, that one hurt, and damn, I wish I'd been wearing long sleeves). Worf is currently trying to figure out how to steal one of my sneakers and get me to chase him, but he knocked down the child gate across my doorway and scared himself, so perhaps that will calm him down a bit.
Yesterday, I freaked him out completely by forgetting that when you put the probe in a roast, you have to turn the oven down yourselfthe oven doesn't automatically change things for you. So I inadvertently cooked the roast at 550 for about 20 minutes, causing much splashing and smoke. I wound up literally filling the kitchen and Great Room with a layer of smoke, ran around turning on all the ceiling fans and opening wide the windows, and then thought that Worf was going to throw up because he had eaten his dinner too fast. Turns out it was the smoke alarm going off twice that frightened him into shivering and looking like he was going to be sick. Sarah G. helped me figure that out. I got worried when Worf wouldn't come inside, but instead stayed underneath a bush in the yard, and wanted me to stay out there with him. No roast beef scraps for him, though.
The picture above is Worf still feeling very unhappy. He got better about an hour later, when he decided to see if he could scare me out of chasing him off the bed. He couldn't, though he's added to his repertoire since I last threw him off the bed. Now, instead of just growling like he's going to bite you, he barks, too. Suddenly. Startled me, then I grabbed his collar again and said, "Get down!" He got down, grumbling all the way. They're about ready to settle in for the night, and so am I. I have to be up to get ready for religious school in 7 hours. permalink | |
Muslims in Thailand don't understand why Thai police killed so many of their own in the last few days. Perhaps the answer to that question can be found in this lead paragraph:
I believe the questioner in the next paragraph is wondering why such "excessive force" was used.
Let's see. Perhaps the fact that they were shooting at police stations in dozens of separate areas in an attempt to overthrow the government might have had something to do with it?
No, no one had proven they were terrorists. On the other hand, they were machete- and gun-wielding young men who attacked police stations throughout Thailand. I'm thinking necessary force was used. But the UN has found another whipping boy besides Israel, apparently.
Right, the poor soccer players, who intended to steal weapons and then use them against soldiers and police, didn't stand a chance because they were killed before they could steal the weapons and kill people with them. Poor, misunderstood children. (Social Darwinism at work.)
Hm, what does this incident have in common with Israel? Why is the Human Rights Commission going to investigate the killings? Let's think... word starts with an M... oh, yeah. Muslims. No, there is no bias at the UN. None at all. Say, where's that Human Rights Commission investigation into the Sudan? How about Syria's mass roundup and execution of the Kurds? No?
Didn't think so.
Speaking of Reuters, they're positively gleeful over the prospect of a Sharon defeat. Boys, try to keep it in your pants until the election is over, please.
This is just too bizarre. Gary Glitter has been ordered out of Cambodia because of his conviction on kiddy pr0n charges in 1999. And how often can you write that in a sentence?
Al Qaeda (tape not yet authenticated) is claiming the Jordanian attempted mega-attack, but insist there weren't any chemicals.
Of course. Why waste your big weapons on mere Arabs when you could use them to murder thousands of Jews?
Oh, this is just dandy. American soldiers abusing Iraqi prisoners. First we have the asshats who commit the crimes. Then we compound it by having videotape. Then we make it even worse by getting that videotape to Sixty Minutes II. And now, of course, it's on Al Jazeera and all the Arabic stations. Lovely. Way to improve America's image.
Throw 'em all in jail, and knock down the officers who let it happen. Dammit. permalink | |
You know what I hate? I hate having to do a whole host of things, and not really wanting to do any of them. I have a host of things that need to be done, and little or no desire to do it. Anyone want to register MT for me, pick out an MT template, and get me going on the changeover?
Anyone want to go through hundreds of photographs and burn some new CDs as well as creating several more samples of Memory Books for the business I'm trying to build?
Anyone want to go to work for me on Saturday and Sunday while I stay over at Heidi's and dogsit instead? Okay, I'm going to dogsit anyway, but then I could burn the CDs and blog and play with the dogs instead of doing anything else on Saturday and Sunday. I expect to get very little sleep; the dogs will insist on sleeping in my bed and two of the three of them snore. And those are the two big ones. Worf growls at you when you try to move him if he's in your way. Lucky for me, he no longer scares me with those growls. Big baby. He's just complaining. I'll have to remember to gate the dogs out while I'm in the shower, or they'll leave me no room in the bed. Okay, there's barely going to be room in the first place. 100-lb. Ridgeback, 75-lb. Ridgeback, 10-lb. poodle, and me. Good thing the bed's a Queen.
Anyone want to read through the Israeli press and write a few posts for me? Anyone? Anyone? Omri? (Wait a minute: Class? Professors? Are you that young? Yikes. Boytoy alert. Strike this one off the potential virtual fiancé list.)
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Whew. There are flames licking out of my monitor after this post (don't miss the comments) over at Wizbang. It's in response to Hawkins' latest piece of flamebait, where he took Michele's Red Sox cap picture and posted it over on his site, insisting that her stats are up because [gasp!] the picture shows a little cleavage. Um. Perhaps the fact that dozens of blogs are linking to Michele over the Spirit of America Challenge might have something to do with the jump in stats?
Speaking of Michele, oh, yeah. I'd choose Han, too. In a New York minute. (P.S.: Last chance to donate is today.)
Lair Simon has a great example of some kind of bias in a CNN story. Check it out.
The Italians staged a small demonstration (about 3,000 people) in response to terrorists' demands that they protest the government's policy in Iraq or the hostages would be killed. The Pope specifically asked for the release of the hostages. I'm wondering what will happen, and also wondering if it were my relative, would I have marched?
Lynn B. describes a lecture by a palestinian journalist who does not blame Israel for everything.
Judith is thinking along the lines of what I was thinking about Canada allowing some shari'a law. If you read the articles, you discover that religious arbiters have been in use by Canada (and the U.S.) for some time now. No biggie. It's not like Canada is adopting Shari'a.
And I'm off to make dinner and then go to yet another neighborhood watch meeting. Sigh. I'm so bored with this, yet we can't exactly stop doing it. The crooks are still out there. permalink | |
We've had stories of Maintenance Guy. We will doubtless have more stories starring Maintenance Guy, because, well, it's fun to call someone Maintenance Guy and tell a story about chasing away a woodpecker from your bedroom roof. Now we have Anonymous Letter-Writing Guy, who is really funny and rather gossipy and who discusses the issues of my blog from his point of view. And he has some snarky things to say about other bloggers. He's my new gossip columnist, but for now, I'm not putting in the names or links. From a recent letter:
Heh. Can't wait to see what he has to say about the ASM Cleavage Controversy. Oh, wait, he just did. (He's really fast, and we correspond nearly every day.)
Okay, sometimes I'm going to put in the names.
Yes, we have a new regular feature here: Anonymous Letter-Writing Guy. Welcome to Snarkfest 2004.
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Note: We recently received a copy of the transcripts of a series of phone calls made by Yasser Arafat to various world leaders after Ariel Sharon announced that he no longer feels himself bound by a promise not to harm Arafat. The last time we heard from Arafat, the IDF was slowly bulldozing him into oblivion. This time, he's in even more danger.
Arafat: Mr. Secretary General, Sharon has threatened to execute me again! Of course I want more than anything else to be a martyr, but the world must not let this criminal behavior continue! Will you help me?
Deep growly voice: Who this? Who Sharon? Hulk already have girlfriend. Name Betty. Not Sharon. What you want with Hulk, stupid man?
Arafat: Er, isn't this Kofi Annan?
Hulk: Hulk not like coffee! Why you call Hulk and ask him if he want coffee? Who are you, puny human? Hulk smash! Hulk smash puny man!
Arafat: Mr. Secretary, you must stop the criminal Sharon from sending his helicopters to bomb the Muqata. A million martyrs, marching towards Jerusalem, will avenge my death!
Hulk: What you want? Why you calling me again? Who dying? Hulk not dying! You the one who will die!
Arafat: Uh... isn't this Colin Powell?
Hulk: No! This Hulk! Hulk is the strongest one there is! Who this? Who keep bothering Hulk with stupid phone calls?
Arafat: Why do all of General Arafat's calls keep getting routed to this idiot?
Hulk: Who you calling idiot? Stupid human! Hulk not idiot. You idiot! Hulk find out where you calling from, Hulk find you and smash you and
Arafat: General Mubarak, my brother. You must help me. The criminal Sharon is trying to kill me
Hulk: That you again? What the matter with you? Why you keep bothering Hulk? Hulk will smash! Smash puny man on phone!
Arafat: Iseema! Get over here at once and explain to General Arafat why his phone calls keep getting routed to that stupid American! I have made three phone calls to world leaders, and all three of them have connected to this Hulk person. Who is Hulk? Is he a Jew? I don't wish to speak to him anymore. I am General Arafat, you will not talk to me like that! Goodbye!
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This one's a killer.
Yeah, well fuck you, too. How effing sick does a culture have to be to freak out because the colors of their new flag were too close to the colors of the Israeli flag?
Then we have this gem:
Way to keep on painting that target on your head, Baby Assad. Word has it that the chemicals used in the attempted terror attack in Jordan last week came from Syria. Perhaps it's time to start an Assad Death Pool. I say the dorktator doesn't last another year. permalink | |
We'll just call this one "Bathing Beauty."
So I hit that 5.7 that gives me the creeps this afternoon, and ran it fairly easily. I needed one brief rest and I was done. Huh. Go figure. Looks like I'm going to have to move up to 5.9s soon. And by the way, ow. I'm tired and sore and my hands really hurt.
Well, that's embarrassing. I've gotten one five dollar pledge so far, and that's it. So, do you guys not like the charity, or do you not want to pay for asking me questions? Or do you just not want to know the sorts of things that Michele's readers are asking her? Well, if you ask me questions, I'll count on the goodness of your hearts to go donate after I start answering them.
I'll be dogsitting this weekend. Should have many tales of Worf, Willow, and Sparty to share.
By the way, those of you who were waiting for my email to settle to hit my tipjar, it's settled. Stacy of Sekimori Designs is working on my new look. I'm hoping to roll it out next week.
I was driving across the Willey Bridge on Sunday morning, trying to figure out what was so different. Something was slightly off, and my mind needed to process exactly what it was. Then it hit me: The trees all had leaves. Between one week and the next, the James River became a beautiful, tree-lined river again. I need to get an early morning shot of that particular view. It's gorgeous. permalink | |
Eric A. says he wants me to write a Hulk post. He's pledged a few bucks, and suggested I offer a Hulk post for $100. Okay. I'm offering. Hulk will answer your questions for $5 a pop. You get me twenty questions, and we have a Hulk post. But hurry it up: The challenge ends at 3:01 a.m Thursday night, leaving us with only 28 hours to raise as much as we can for the Victory Alliance. permalink | |
So I figure I'll leap into the last days of the Victory Alliance and take a page from Michele's book: I will answer readers' questions for charity. I think, though, it'll be easier if you donate yourselves to ask me questions, although I will certainly accept matching fund donations. A single question is going to cost you a minimum of US $5. Multiple questions: Okay, three for ten bucks, and if you donate $20 or more, I'll answer five questions. If you're planning on asking questions that aren't going to embarrass me (much) in public, put them in this comment thread. If you're planning on asking intensely personal questions, put them in email and you might get an answer in public that only you will be able to reference. But really, folks, let's remember that I don't generally give that kind of information to people who have known me for years, so don't be asking me how many sex partners I've had or some other question that I would normally never tell a stranger. This isn't the Springer show, after all.
Forward me your paypal receipt letter, and change the title to "QUESTION," and we'll get started after I get back from the Daniel Pipes lecture tonight. I've just created a rule in my emails to move all the questions into a separate folder.
The question-asking ends at 3:01 a.m. Thursday morning. Not that I expect to be up at that time, but you may ask questions up until midnight Pacific Standard Time. I'll answer them on Friday.
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Gary Farber found a Muslim ERA Watch article for me: Female suicide bombers' families only recieve half the amount that male suicide bombers receive. He links to an interview with ex-terrorist Abdel Rantissi, the late and unlamented.
And here Gary links to a disturbing report on German anti-Semitism, right after the ADL disclosed that Germany is the most anti-Semitic European nation. Looks like my trend towards finally starting to give Germany the benefit of the doubt has been knocked right back to refusing to buy German products.
Imshin posted pictures of her kitten, who is refusing to cooperate and pose for her. Well, Imshin, what did you expect? She's a cat! So, is she waking you up in the middle of the night? Kittens do that, y'know. Just like all babies. (Must. Not. Give. In. Must. Not. Get. Kitten.)
On a more serious note, Combustible Boy sent me a link to this Fark thread discussing the new leader of Hamas. After reading through the uninformed, uneducated, offensive Jew-hatred from the anti-Israel side, I decided that the best way to counter it was with this post from Imshin, who correctly points out why Israel must deal with terrorism the way she is now dealing:
CB thinks that the fact that so many Farkers on the thread agree with Imshin is a good sign. Here's hoping.
Gee. Programming is hard. Maybe I should leave it to the boys, and not try to fill my pretty little head with code.
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The following letter was sent to me by regular reader Mark F, on the occasion of Israel's Memorial Day and Independence Day, two holidays linked as perhaps we should link oursclose enough that you realize the sacrifices our soldiers make for our independence.
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The contradictions abound here. How can anybody take these morons seriously?
What peace? There's peace? Where? Not in Israel, certainly.
I think that was a misquote. I think he probably referred to himself a man whose wind could move a mountain.
And yet, he has not marched toward Jerusalem to make good on this promise. In fact, he threw out 21 thugs to prevent the IDF from coming in after them. C'mon, Arafat. You're a martyr-in-waiting, here's your chance to wait no more!
Ilyka linked to my post last Sunday about a little girl afraid of heights that we got to climb higher than she thought she would. Yeah, I'm still working to overcome that fear of heights thing myself. Yesterday after my shift, I hooked up with Cute Canadian Guy (who is so much younger than I as to qualify for Boytoy, which, of course, does not prevent my coworkers from teasing me about him) to climb. The way it works in the gym is pretty neat. If you don't have a climbing partner and you see someone else who is on their own, you simply walk up to them and ask if they want to climb. CCG was bouldering last Sunday, and I asked if he wanted to climb after I got off shift. Which, apparently, was more than enough to start my coworkers (nearly all of whom are in their early twenties, if that) teasing me about him.
Anyway. There's a route that isn't too terribly difficult. It's a 5.7. I'm a 5.8 climber, and I've climbed some 5.9s. I thought it would be a snap. But it's not. The route is on the wall we call the Monolith, and it goes past part of the high ropes team-building equipment. About ten or fifteen feet from the top, you're dead even with the plank bridge. That's where my fear of heights kicked in the first time, and I had to stop and go back down. The second time, I was even closer to the top, less than ten feet. I had to stop and go back down again, because I was shaking with fear. Yesterday, I saw S. in the gym and asked if he wanted to climb when I got off shift. Sure, he said. I figured I'd start with the route that I couldn't finish, and went up with an attitude that either I was climbing that route, or I was going to die trying.
I started to shake when I got up to the plank bridge, and just decided to grit my teeth and ignore it. I'd been telling pre-teens all day how to defeat their fear of heights; damned if I was going to not follow my own advice, particularly after I got one boy to climb to the top of a route that he didn't think he'd even finish. I think I stepped on a rock that wasn't part of my route, but I got to the top.
The more I think about it, the more I realize why this one was so hard. The hand holds are nearly all finger holds. The route is all about learning how to climb using really difficult holds. Or, rather, mildly difficult holds compared to tens and elevens, for instance. So the feeling is that your hands are going to slip off the hold and you're going to fall. It's related to the problem I have with walls that have a backwards incline. If I feel like I'm going to fall backwards, it's a lot harder for me to climb that route. It's also difficult to climb a route that's on a corner of a wall. Anything that makes me lean my body into a position that feels like the next logical step is a fall makes climbing a lot tougher on me.
But yeah, I'm getting there. Still afraid of heights, but not like I was in November. permalink | |
Apparently, my raising the subject of feminism has resulted in a bit of a backlash. Color me unsurprised.
Regarding this post, which attempts to parody the original boobies link: Interesting how James links to the post that removes entirely the context for the hat post, and doesn't link to my post at all, which gives vital background for why he put up the hat post in the first place. It also is the post that seems to have pissed him off so much in the first place. (And once again, the rule on humor prevails. Unless you were trying to go for juvenile scorn, in which case, well, you're just about up to the level of my fourth graders, who still laugh at fart noises. Keep trying; I'll let you know when you improve.)
It almost seems as if James doesn't want anyone to know that he made an offensive and untrue remark about Michele, what with the way he edited his post and posted a non-apology apology there, as well as the one in my comments thread. From his post:
From my comments:
Still seeing a whole lot of tap-dancing, and not a single sincere admission of guilt. "Oh, I was just kidding" is one of the most reprehensible excuses ever invented, because it immediately shifts the blame from the person who made the offensive remark to the person who didn't think it was funny, because people always point out that humor is subjective. Yes, it is. The concept of disrespect is also subjective. But James disrespected Michele with that "boobies" remark, and he continues to disrespect us both by posting snide little references in his linkfests. And the reason I bring up the issue of disrespect is because that was the subject of my previous post on feminismnot what James wrote about. Once again I point out that James wrote his post before I did anything but say I was thinking of writing a rant about feminism. He jumped to a series of wrong conclusions about what I was going to write, and then got bent out of shape when I refused to engage the topic on his terms.
The other bloggers in this debate seem upset that I refuse to go along with the usual "women in the blogosphere are being oppressed" debate. Once again, that wasn't my issue. Been there, done that, have the scars to prove it. (Kate was on the same side of the debate back then. The link's been updated; see for yourself..)
On the other hand, I haven't yet seen a substantive response to my pointing out that conservative bloggers are mislabeling and misinterpreting feminism, using the name of the movement as a substitute for the behavior of some idiots on the radical side of the movement. There are many, many women out there who are feminists, yet who don't approve of what the leadership of NOW is doing.
I won't let their mislabeling hijack the meaning of the word any more than I will let the radical left hijack the word Zionism and try to twist its meaning. That they insist on doing so blows some giant holes in their side of the debate. That James Joyner thinks that boobies and limp parodies are the way to continue substantive debate also speaks volumes. permalink | |
That was Michele's metaphor, which I love and will remember for the rest of my life. I doubt I'll credit her that long, though. I figure after a year or two, I'll stop, just like I stopped crediting Diana for introducing me to "effing." But damn, that's a great, great line.
Yes, correspondingly, posting has been and will be light. I have about enough energy to muster up this post, then head off to bed. Stayed up too late last night finishing up my Israel History Board Game for today's Israel Fair at religious school. The kids seemed to like the board game part of it, but had little patience for the historical facts on the cards, or for my trying to explain to them exactly why the British turned back Jews fleeing from the Nazis during 1939-1945 (and then again for the next three years at the behest of the Arabs). I say again, Imshin, I think you're better off where you are.
By the way, expect some catblogging from Imshin soon. They got a kitten. We want pictures, of course. You could enter them into the Carnival of the Cats, which is at The Waterglass this week. Tig, of course, has an entry. He's had a full day today. He slept through all of it, then when I came home sometime after 7, he went outside for a few hours. Now he's lying down a few feet away from me, going back to sleep. Tough life.
By the way, nobody's working harder to bring in the bucks for the Victory Coalition than Michele. If you haven't donated yet, and you have a few bucks, it's for a great cause. Remember, she helped raise bucks for Magen David Adom last year. Let's try and repay the favor.
Lynn B. on Yom HaZikaron, Israel's Memorial Day. Allison Kaplan Sommer on the same. Also via Lynn, I'm changing my Jooglebomb to Judaism 101's definition of who is a Jew. The Wikipedia has a lot of work to do before I'll use it as a main source on things Jewish. Its history of Israel is rather biased, and not in Israel's favor. I would encourage all of the bloggers who read me to do the same. And for those of you who want more information about Judaism and can't wait for my essays on it, check Judaism 101's main page. It's chock-full of information that may very well answer the questions you were going to ask me.
By the way, I've finally decided on a comments policy. If you post something that I find incredibly stupid and annoying, I'll delete it. I've been deleting stupid and annoying comments. Complaints about free speech are directed to the Complaints Department. The email address is biteme at yourish.com.
Ah. Tig's just leaped against the patio door and captured a flying critter. I think it's a moth. I think I'm not letting him in until he drops it. I can't teach him to stop playing with his food, and then the powder and pieces of moth get all over the floor... it's disgusting. Oh, and it's cricket season. I caught Gracie staring at one that had climbed a few feet up the wall. I put it in a cup and tossed it outside. I really hate finding cricket legs all over the floor.
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Last week's blogs are archived. Looking for the Buffy Blogburst Index? Here's Israel vs. the world. Here's the Blogathon. The Superhero Dating Ratings are here. If you're looking for something funny, try the Hulk's solution to the Middle East conflict, or Yasser Arafat Secret Phone Transcripts. Iseema bin Laden's diary is also a good bet if you've never been here before.