That works as well as the next one.
I am mad at Gracie today. She decided that she wanted me to get up at 3 a.m. and play with her. Then she figured she'd try it at five. Then eight.
No tunafish for Gracie.
My nephew may be coming home with me next week. We talked about his staying with me a couple of days and my driving him to his uncle's in North Carolina. So the Busch Gardens trip is going to be very different. We'll have a 13-year-old boy, a 13-year-old girl, and two 10-year-old girls. The kids are reaching the point where they're really outnumbering the grownups.
But boy, are we gonna have fun.
I did not take the top off my car last night. This was a very good thing, as there was a downpour around three a.m. Oh. That must have been what woke me up then, not Gracie. But she did wake me the other two times. Imperious Mew strikes again.
By the way, I clocked myself. I can take the windows off, put them in the case, and put the top down in under five minutes. It takes slightly longer to put them back on. Time to get a tarp and keep that over the car overnight.
I miss having a garage. I had one in Montclair, and would laugh at overnight downpours. Ha! Ha, I would say.
Busy weekend ahead. It's America's birthday. Here's hoping the terrorists don't get a chance to set off their version of fireworks. I'll be at Fort Lee. I'm not the least bit worried that they'll attack an army post. It's neat being there, actually. Lots of patriotic music, and people who really care about the Fourth.
I maintain that the American Revolution is one of the greatest moments in the history of mankind. Oh, we've got our detractors, but if we opened our borders tomorrow, the rest of the world would pour into our nation. Including the French, I'd bet. permalink | |
Y'know, it really is Old Home Year for me or something. First I get an email from someone I knew when I was 13. Then I get an email from someone I knew when I was, uh, 13. Junior high. Spoke to her today. She never knew the reason we lost touch in 9th grade is because I moved to Maplewood that summer. We were from such a large school system, they broke up the junior high school classes into three different high schools. We would have been in different high schools regardless, but it kinda sucked to hear that if I had gone to Rutgers New Brunswick, we probably would have hooked up again. Ah, well.
So tonight I hear from someone I knew in my later years: The late eighties. And like I said the other day, I'm pretty much stuck admitting I am who I am. As far as I know, there is no other Meryl Yourish in existence. I'd better tell my cousin not to name any of her kids Meryl. Oh, wait, her name's probably not Yourish anymore since she got married. Phew.
If this keeps up, everyone I used to know is going to send me an email asking me if I'm me. I should make up a standard response.
Let's see, who do I want to hear from... Okay, Terry from sixth grade, Jan Lucas, Shari Rubinstein, Stella Cherico, and Kevin Hawley from junior high school, and Marianne Sarno from high school.
And while I'm at it, I'd also like to hear from Hugh Jackman. I don't care if he's married. All that and he sings, too. Sigh. (But he didn't deserve the Tony. Sorry, Hugh, I may be starstruck, but I know Tony performances, and yours wasn't one.)
There must be something in the air or something. Either that, or, like, there aren't that many Yourishes in existence. Oh, that's right: There aren't. permalink | |
This article has inspired this parody. Here's the relevant part:
I know a soldier died in the explosion, but it would have been far, far worse if the pals had had accurate measurements. (Hat tip: Hillel Markowitz):
What can I say? Things like this occur to me regularly when my mind is allowed to wander. Well, the title occurred to me, and then I had to work on the rest. Tragedy is easy. Comedy is easy. Parody is hard. permalink | |
So I've been thinking about this post for quite some time. Remember how I said I was going to try to take my weblog more into the mainstream? Fewer posts about Israel and Jewish issues, more post about more general topics?
Well, I can't seem to do it. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I simply can't change my style. I can't stop writing about anti-Semitism, and Israel, and Jewish issues. I find I would rather tackle those topics than many others. And rather than have a blog that's a mile wide and an inch deep, I think I'll stick to subjects I know well. That would be anti-Semitism, Jewish issues, Israel, and catswith a little bit of humor and personal anecdotes thrown in.
In other words, nah, I'm not changing much. I finally got Stacy to finish the changes on my new design, and yes, I am going to call the weblog "Center Stage," but I'm not changing the URL. Just getting a new look.
SSo here's the begathon part of the post: I want more readers. I'm currently suffering from the summer doldrums, and my readership has hit a plateau. That happens on a regular basis, then it heads upward again. I realize I'll never make the traffic of an Instapundit, and probably not even a Michele Catalano, but you folks can help me out. Send an email to your friends with a link to Meirav was two. Or the newest Arafat phone transcripts. Or "Science Dudes, watch out!" Or It's a Dog's Life. Or send them all four links. A lot of you are on mailing lists. Well, since I'm not going to go mainstream on you, then my Jewish readers need to alert your synagogue and JCC pals to this weblog. There are a lot of people out there who don't know that there are No Israel-Bashing Zones, and this is one of them. And if they're cat-lovers, so much the better. Jews and cats, as Lair Simon says: His two favorite things. They're two of my favorite things, too.
And don't think my non-Jewish readers are going to get away scot-free. Nope. Those posts will work for anyone and everyone. Two serious, three humorous, and while I'm at it, let me throw in that really great picture of Gracie at the patio door.
Now. What are you waiting for? Pick and choose a link, or send them all. I expect to see tons of email referrers over the next week or two. If you send someone a link to here, and they click on it, that shows up in my logs. I'll be able to tell if my begathon is successful.
And you can't beat the price. I'm not asking for a penny. Just an email. Or two. Or three. Hm. No, wait! Don't spam your friends! No! Please!
(I may live to regret this.) permalink | |
I'm driving up to NJ on Monday, and back here on Wednesday. I'll be spending most of my time with my family, but I might have some time for some NJ/NY area bloggers. I don't think I'll get into the City, or out to visit Michelenot this time, anywaybut perhaps we can meet somewhere in northeastern NJ. Buses run from New York to NJ, y'know. I used to take them home from work all the time.
Let me know. permalink | |
If you read the comments in the previous post, you can see a perfect example of anti-Semitism in action. The commenter manages to get just about every ingredient of Jew-hatred in a mere five sentences.
Here we go, start off with the personal attack. Way to get my attention, asshole. Oh, and right back atcha.
Being against the Jewish state is not anti-Semitic? Really? Being against the establishment and continuation of the state of Israelwhich is the definition of Zionismisn't anti-Semitic? So, I guess being anti-France doesn't mean you're anti-French, then.
This is a textbook example of what the psychiatric profession calls "projection." Or, as our famous E.nough of LGF fame would say, "Pot, meet Kettle."
You're absolutely right. And it astonishes me that so many cannot criticize Israel without using the classic symbolism of Jew-hatred. Which is what Ralph Nader did when he said that America's government is being controlled by Israel. Which is what you're going to do next.
You simply cannot get any more anti-Semitic than by making a statement like this. But I'm not surprised. After reading through this asshole's blog, I see that he is nothing but a mass of bigotry and stupidity. I mean, reallyhow much should we care about the opinion of a twentysomething boy who proudly states in his Blogger profile that he shaves his balls? I mean, that's not exactly the demographic I've been going for here.
I also sense a huge amount of envy for those who are, well, better than him. Because that's one of the things that chaps anti-Semites' asses the most: Jews make up only a tiny fraction of the world's population, yet we have brought the world more important inventions than any six cultures combined (excepting America, which, gee, has a lot of Jewish inventors, doctors, lawyers, writers, financiers... yeah, we got that). Polio vaccine, drip-irrigation technology (that would be those Zionists that invented that, and gave it to the world so that they can make the desert bloom), the background for most of the world's religions, and the ethics and morals that arose because of thatyeah, Jews did that, too.
The way I see it, this guy came across my blog for one reason or another, and decided to unload some of his excess crap. I figure him for a blivit. That would be ten pounds of shit stuffed into a five-pound bag. Someone may have to convert that to kilos for him. He's not that bright, and his blog says he's from Sydney. Sorry to hear that, Tom and Tim.
Too bad there's no hack for anti-Semitic comment spam. Guess I'll just have to make mine the old-fashioned way. Do let the door hit you on the ass, Jew-hater. permalink | |
The thread over at LGF is over 400 comments long, and one in particular, by LGF reader Renna, struck me as completely right:
But of course, if you think that the Jews and Israel are responsible for all the world's ills, then of course, the opposite of Israel is peace.
By the way, this has not shown up in a single American major media outlet, or on any wire service. A major presidential candidate comes out with blatant anti-Semitic remarks, and the media ignores it completely.
Time for the yourish.com anti-Semite mantra. permalink | |
That's right, the bastards are still firing rockets into Israel proper. Go to the second link above, and you can see a picture from Reuters showing one exploding outside of Sderot.
Still waiting for the condemnation from Kofi Annan. I guess he only gets upset when palestinian women and children are hurt or killed.
For everything you never wanted to know about palestinian rocket scientists, check out this article in the Jerusalem Post:
Terror weapon or not, these rocket attacks will continue until the palestinians decide to stop them. Which will be never. I have no faith whatsoever in the ability of the Egyptians to tame these terrorists. I no longer have any faith that Ariel Sharon has any kind of plan, either, other than "Get the hell out of Dodge." And I don't think that's going to work.
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Rockets fell on a nursery school. A four-year-old died. The world, with few exceptions, is silent. Why? Because it was an Israeli child. Reverse the situation, have a shell fall and kill a four-year-old palestinian boy, and the world rushes to condemn Israel.
This, as Anne Bayefsky said, is anti-Semitism in action.
This is the child who died. His mother still doesn't know her baby is gone. His father said "It wasn't his time to die, I would have gone instead of him."
One thing that is absent from the funeral: The cries of revenge on Afik's killers. Complaints that the government isn't protecting the townspeople, yes. Prayers for peace and protection, yes. And statements of determination.
But no cries of revenge. There is no cult of death in Israel. Jews are taught to revere life. Islamists think that's a weakness. I think it's one of our strengths. permalink | |
Of course, it's all Israel's fault. If they hadn't gone and killed all those terrorists, then the terrorists wouldn't have done anything to them. Right?
Uh, no. The terrorists pulled off an attack on an army post. A four-year-old was killed by Kassam rockets that struck Sderot, which is a community in southern Israel. (Not a "settlement." A town in Israel.) And what does Reuters say?
So those dozen people, what, fell on the ground in shock and wounded themselves? Reuters reporters can't even stop from contradicting themselves in their own articles.
Then there's this piece of crap about how the slain terrorist "stood up to Arafat," the clear implication being that Israel has killed a reformer. Funny how Reuters doesn't seem to care that this "reformer" was responsible for suicide bombings and the deaths of innocents.
Then, of course, Reuters reported with great glee the attack on the IDF outpost later in the day. The Reuters count: Five or six dead, "scores" wounded. The actual count: One dead, five wounded. Retractions: None.
But the worst is yet to come:
There is going to be a war after Israel withdraws from Gaza and the West Bank. Mark my words. The pals will not stop firing rockets, and they will not stop suicide bomb attacks.
I'm beginning to believe that Egypt's role in all of this is to prime the Gazans to be their front line soldiers. permalink | |
It's old home month for me. A few weeks ago, I heard from someone I haven't seen or heard from since I was 13 years old. Then last week, I got an email asking me if I'm the Meryl Yourish that went to [name withheld] Junior High School. Yes, I am, and yes, it was a long time ago, and geez, Googling my name is going to bring me email from lots of people I used to know, I think. Especially now, when more and more people have internet access. So perhaps I should run this pre-emptive strike: If you knew a Meryl Yourish at any time in your past, it was probably me. As far as I know, I'm the only one with that name in the country, if not the world.
Which is, frankly, really cool.
My Jeep got rained on a bit Friday night. I heard the rain start as I was lying in bed, and thought about getting out of bed and putting the windows on. I had the top up. I decided against it. Well, it poured. Oh, well. That's what the plugs in the bottom of the Jeep are for, and it's mostly dry now. Sunny tomorrow, so that ought to finish it up.
I watched the moon as I was driving home from work Saturday night. Not through my windshield. Over my head, where the roof would be. That's why I don't mind too much that the carpet is wet. It'll dry.
There appears to be a wasp's nest in the roof of my kitchen. I saw a wasp fly into a hole under the shingle. It didn't fly out. That would explain my visitor from last week, and the dead wasp on my laundry pile, and, oh yeah, the wasp that got into my kitchen this evening.
The bugs have it in for me this summer. Or, as one of the rental agents said to me last week: Welcome to life in a forest. (My development has many, many trees and is sort of in the woods.)
The Terriorist thinks that Tig is a danger to me. I'm going to talk to Tig and tell him what this dog wrote about him, and get back to you later in the week. I suspect the fur will fly over this.
I'd be mad at Harrison, but he links to the story behind that duck photo that's made the rounds of email lately. The photographer saved all but one of them. Thanks, Harrison. I really hated seeing those photos and thinking of the poor ducklings.
And no, I didn't think of them as cat toys.
Joe G. got such a kick out of the Manhattan driving stories, he grabbed a picture of this great parking job near his home. I think his title is about right: Best parking job ever.
And, uhthat's Joe's car. He parked it that way.
Perhaps this isn't the time to tell him that I failed parallel parking on my driving test once upon a time.
These are two really funny links, with one for background purposes. You need to go to them in order. First, go here to see what Bucky Badger looks like. (The reason I needed to know is because Sarah and Larry G. are Wisconsin alumni, which is why they found the badger song in the first place.) Okay. Then go here. Max was singing this song last week, and Sarah needed to explain to me what he was singing. Last, but not least, click on this link, especially if you're a LOTR fan. Mind you, even though the last two links are really funny, I must give you fair warning: The song is incredibly, annoyingly catchy. You will find yourself singing it, either aloud or in your head. And it's really, really stupid.
In other words, perfect for me and my readers. permalink | |
I took off from work today. There are no parties scheduled, it's dead, and my boss knows I'm twelve minutes away if a large party suddenly decides to climb rocks indoors on a beautiful summer Sunday in Richmond. So I'm surfing the web, writing posts, taking pictures, and all-around enjoying my first Sunday off since Easter. I slept very late this morning. I would have slept even longer, but Wind Rider called me from the road. He's currently discovering the joys of traffic on the Northeast Corridor. He hit some typical NJ traffic on the Turnpike, which I explained to him was not really 95 as I told him he could hop west to Pennsylvania and get on 95 if the traffic got too bad. I don't think he liked that idea, though I find the ride past Philadelphia nicer than being on the two-lane section of the Turnpike. There's always traffic on the Turnpike.
Anyway. Yay for lazy Sunday afternoons. I haven't even showered yet, and it's after three. I'll get to it before WR gets here, and then he can tell me all about his New York trip over dinner. He drove around Manhattan, he told me. "Nobody drives around Manhattan," I said. "It was fun," he said. Yeah, it's all fun and games until you hit the block party in the Village and discover the true meaning of the word "gridlock."
Which he did.
Well. Off to finish my lazy afternoon. I tried to edit Jake's birthday pictures into a memory book, but damn, I'm feeling too lazy for that, too. I tried to get to my long-promised full-page kitty pictorial for Rahel. Too lazy and tired for that, too. (I have a legitimate excuse. Working seven days a week will do that to you.) But I did crop one picture for Rahel and the other cat-lovers in my audience. This is the view from my patio door on a sunny day. Tig has discovered the joys of sleeping in the sun.
Good thing cats don't get sunburn. For Tig, and frankly, right now, for me: Life is good. permalink | |
How can you tell that the level of anti-Semitism in France has reached heights not seen since the 1930s? When the man who is a former Prime Minister of France, a current member of the European Parliament, and in line to become the next president of the European Union tells an audience in Egypt that the Balfour Declaration was "a historic mistake," I think we can safely conclude that French Jews are in grave danger once more.
Even more disturbing is how little press attention this has garnered. But then, we have the Euro-Palestine party in France, state officials refusing to take action against anti-Semitic attacks, French textbooks that attack Israel, French Jews leaving France in rising numbers, and anti-Semitic attacks in France on a regular basis.
J'accuse, France. J'accuse. permalink | |
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.