Gracie got so jealous of all the attention paid to Tig that she demanded equal time. Here she is at the patio door, deciding whether or not to go out.
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Alex wants to know:
And Mr. EU Schmuck: Palestinian terrorists have been killing childrendeliberatelyfor decades. Why only now the outrage?
I have no answers to your question, Alex. The hypocrisy of the EU has been ruining my appetite for years. I shouldn't be surprised at anything they say anymore. permalink | |
It didn't seem like Hamas to me, either: Israeli intelligence sources say Al Qaeda is behind the Taba bombings. Color me unsurprised. I am also unsurprised, but extremely angry, at the Egyptian reaction to Israeli rescue services' efforts to help.
But wait, it gets worse.
So what did the Egyptians do?
Early hours of Friday morning. Nice. Your tourism from Israel just flatlined, asshat.
Oh. Those poor people: Once again, Molly Moore of the WaPo gives a tongue-bath to the poor, poor palis who are being invaded by the big, mean ol' Israelis with theirgasp!superior weaponry. (See this post from last year for another article on the poor, downtrodden palis.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let me throw a thought into the mix here: Perhaps if the pals weren't blowing up Israelis, the Israelis wouldn't be showing up in force to stop the terrorists from launching kassams and suicide attacks. Just a thought, here. Don't mind me.
Once again, perhaps if you'd stop lobbing missiles at Sderot the IDF wouldn't be on your doorstep. I love this part:
Israel kills two terrorists, and Molly Moore quotes their effing cousin. Betcha five bucks the cousin is in Hamas as well.
Now, she's spent a lot of time on showing us how terrified the twonspeople are. Then she writes this:
Gee. Those poor, innocent townspeople, busy sandbagging streets, covering alleyways, and making bombs. Pity them. Oh, and get this:
This would be laughable if it weren't also possible these bombs could kill innocents. Balloons. Effing balloons. Yes, because they're so reliable. Y'know, if I lived in Sderot, I'd station a watchman with a gun to shoot the balloons while the was over palestinian territory. Or set up a giant wind machine.
EUating crow: The first of the EU representatives are starting to admit that the Israeli separation fence is working. You know, the one that they said wouldn't work even if the Israelis tried it.
So, does this mean that the EU is going to get off Israel's case about the fence?
Of course not. Not enough Jews are dying. (Oh, do I sound bitter? It's because I am.) But wait, there's more.
Oh. So are you criticizing the pals?
Ouch! That's so harsh!
Wow, that's even more harsh! You Belgian meanie! Best be careful, they might decide to do something, like, I dunno, bring up a nonbinding resolution in the EU or something.
Yeah, I know I already used that one. It bears repeating. Okay. I'm done for now. I need something to get rid of the bile. Soap operas. Yes, that'll do it. Or playing with the cats. permalink | |
This is the five thousandth picture I've taken with the digital camera I bought in November of 2002. I took it a little before noon. It's Gracie getting ready to take a nap after her tuna treat.
There, Lair, it's a cat pic. Oh, a Tig pic? All right, all right.
It's an action shot, even. That's right, Tig can actually move his bulk. Quite quickly, actually.
There. Happy now?
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I really like that rhyme scheme. Good morning, this is Meryl, here now, the news from Jews. Heh.
More evidence that Israel has won the Oslo War: Yet another article on how Israel has sharply reduced civilian and military casualties. (Of course, the major media refer to the war as the "intifada." But we know better. Just ask Lynn.)
That last graf is key. The pals have been trumpeting the change in the ratio of deaths as their measure of success against the Israelis. One of the things that pisses off the international community the most is exactly that ratio. Their view is that "innocent" palestinians are killed indiscriminately. Of course, some civilians are killed in the crossfire. But name me one other army in the world that sends humanitarian officers into batttle with their soldiers.
And let's be realistic: In a war, you want the enemy casualty rate to be higher than yours. If it isn't, you lose. Look at Iraq: We've lost about 1,000 soldiers in the past year (not all of them in battle). But in many battles, the U.S. loses a handful of soldiers, and kill hundreds of "insurgents."
That said, the palestinian death toll would be much lower if they stopped hiding themselves among the civilian population. Of if palestinian teenagers stopped hanging around the battle scenes.
Hamas in the UN: Israel has arrested 13 members of Hamas that are working for the UN. And Canada has launched an investigation into whether their workers are members of Hamas. Here's what Peter Hansen (who swore there was a "massacre" at Jenin and has yet to apologize for that) thinks about having Hamas on the UN payroll:
Sure. No problem. Neutrality, from the members of a group sworn to the destruction of Israel. Works for me.
The agony of defeat: For the pals, not for Israel. Looks like there is an agreement in the works to stop firing kassam rockets. (By the way, you may have noticed that I no longer capitalize the word "kassam." That's because capitalizing letters is an honorific, and I refuse to honor another palestinian murderer, after whom the rockets are named.) From Maariv:
Saddam for president: Yes, really. His lawyer has apparently told a Danish newspaper that he wants to run for president in the upcoming Iraqi elections. I say they should let him run. And lose.
It's a war, stupid: An analysis that points out Israel is in yet another war for her existence:
This one gets a RIF rating.
Good news for the holiday: It's Shmini Atzeret, and tonight, I'm going to celebrate with my fellow congregants. We're going to unroll the Torah scroll and wrap it twice around the sanctuary (I think it goes that far around), then we'll eat ice cream at the Oneg. And I'm also celebrating my first day off in a week and a half. So Lair, sorry, but the Tig pictures will have to wait. I'll give you one, but not the series I was going to do. However, you're also going to get Adventures in Tuna Treats when I get some time.
Oh, the good news: Two Israelis share the Nobel prize for chemistry with an American. The three won for advances in cancer treatment.
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Ain't modern technology grand? At this very moment, I'm on a three-way call with my mother and HP online shopping, ordering a new notebook computer for each of us. Mom came into a little extra money lately, and promised me a new computer with some of it. So I went shopping online after I saw the HP commercial for their new Image Zone software, mostly because if you qualify for their online credit, you can make zero payments for six months. (We missed out on the one-year program by a few days.) WiFi, of course, and a lot of other bells and whistlesgood screen, much bigger hard drive, DVD/CD-RW, and, oh yeah, moving into the current portion of the Information Age, like, with a current version of Windows (though that is a double-edged sword).
The new computer could not have come at a better time, either. I need to work with Powerpoint and overhead projectors as well as various other parts of Microsoft Office Professional to get this new job, and I'm rusty in Powerpoint and Access. Oh, and Excel. But I won't be for long.
(Still on phone with HP. Mom just got approved for HP credit.) So in five to seven business days, I'm going to have a brand-new computer. With WiFi. Did I mention WiFi? (Actually, I already have that, but because I'm using Win98, it's all screwed up and I can't seem to get it to work with anything new.) Oh, and with WiFi.
I seem to have suddenly developed the urge to do the happy dance. Excuse me.
Ah. That's better. New computer. New prospects. When I have something to report about the new job, I will, but for right now, it's all in the preliminary stages. I anticipate being able to announce something in about six to eight weeks.
That's not cricket, or, Bugs, Part Gazillion: Yes, even more bugs to add to the Bug Report from yesterday. I went to the pantry to get a plastic bowl and found a cricket in the top bowl. The cricket was dead. I declined to use that bowl. Then, when I was cooking the potato chips, I opened the kitchen door and found a great big spider on the outside of the door. The spider was bound and determined to get into my kitchen, and I was unwilling to kill it. It had a yucky, round, brown body with some kind of designs on it. Mottled, I think. Dunno if it was poisonous. I don't generally let spiders get close enough to bite me. So I closed the door and let the spider be.
Now there's a cricket in the house somewhere. I'm sure the cats have been playing with it. It's missing a leg.
Talk Suthuhn to me: The place where I work has a confluence of blue-collar workers, the result of which is a confluence of southern dialects. This morning, someone asked me how many Co-Colas I'd had thus far today. I'd never heard Coke called that outside of To Kill A Mockingbird. And when he says "order," it sounds like "odduh." Fascinating. He's a native Richmonder, nearly 80.
It's also fascinating to see retirees come into the shop and see people they'd worked with for decades, whom they hadn't seen in some time. These people probably worked side-by-side for thirty years. Not many people do that anymore. I certainly never have, nor never wanted to. My father worked for Pabst for 35 years, and gave me a profound distaste for staying in one place. Although I'd have stayed at Lucent forever, if Lucent hadn't undergone its financial problems and laid so many people off. It was a great place to work.
They were about to bring me from contractor to full-time status when the freeze started.
Lair wants Tig pics: I know, I know, I know. I will, Lair. But they've been way down on my list of things to do. First on my list for tomorrow: Make up the greeting cards I promised Janet. It's my first day off since last, um, Monday. Wow, that sucks.
Anyway, I picked out a series of pictures. They'll be up tomorrow sometime. This ought to whet your appetite: It's Tiggercise!
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Closer and closer to Israel they come: Iran is getting closer to the bomb, and it's now got rockets that will reach her easily. This, mind you, from the nation that paraded these rockets with a banner that said "Israel must be wiped out." No, there's nothing to fear from Iran. Good to know that Israel has purchased bunker-buster bombs from the U.S.
By the way, I now believe that Israel is going to take the heat for the U.S. on stopping the Iranian bomb. IAF planes, probably also USAF planes painted to look like they're Israels, carrying bunker-buster bombs, and bombing the many Iranian sites, while fighting off Iranian fighter jets and ground batteries. Whether I'm correct in my opinions remains to be seen. Best guess as to time: Right after the election, if Iran doesn't either overthrow the Mullahcracy or stop trying to attain nuclear weapons.
Palestinian ERA Watch: The pals have found a new role for their women, besides bearing babies and getting killed in "honor" killings, that is. The IDF has caught 11 female palestinian wanna-be suicide bombers. For those of you who don't follow the Jewish calendar, that's eleven since September 15th. The last two were 16 and 17 years old. Where is the international outrage at using child "soldiers"? Oh, that's right. They're not American or Israeli, so it doesn't matter.
More dead terrorists: The IAF and IDF are combining to get rid of a whole lot of human trash. The latest trash is Bashir Dabash (I could make a limerick with this guy's name and "trash"). The count is in the dozens, with the international media, of course, making Jenin noises, thanks to the ever-present palestinian "witnesses" claiming that nearly every death is a civilian one. Uh-huh. Oh, and the UN made yet another anti-Israel resolution. Yeah, what-EVER.
Fewer dead civilians: The Jerusalem Post with a RIF article (you all know that means Read In Full, right?) about the IDF operation in Gaza. Fascinating, informative article about what's really going on there.
Gee, somehow, I don't ever imagine hearing the pals say this about, well, anyone. Hell, they even murder their own and call them "collaborators." On the other hand, read this Guardian piece to see what the pals are really saying. Is it anti-Israel? That was a rhetorical question, I presume.
Flying pig moment: Hold onto your hats. Representatives from the EU visited Sderot, the town that's getting slammed by Kassam rockets on a daily basis. The town where the two toddlers were killed.
Will anything come o fit? That was a rhetorical question, I presume.
(And, like, JPost copy editors: Dudes, you need to close an italic tag.)
Last, but not least: Not all the nuts grow on trees: Some, uh, religious "activists" (yes, they're called that in the article) are trying to get rid of Ariel Sharon and re-establish a Jewish monarchy. Nice try, guys. But I'm not too worried that your ritual will succeed. You don't even know how to really pronounce yud-hey-vav-hey, so there. permalink | |
Happy happy joy joy: There will be no depressing news items in this post. Instead, I will write about wasps and birthdays and potato chips and children, and maybe even kittens.
Bugs bug me: A wasp came inside the kitchen yesterday, and I ignored it. Kept an eye on it, but ignored it. I figured I'd just hope it died. Well, it fell into some water, and I thought that was that. Found it on the floor this morning. Made me think of the old joke: What does the Pink Panther say when he steps on an ant? "Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant." So here's a new joke: What does Meryl say when she steps on a wasp? "Oh, good, it's dead."
Hey, I didn't say it was going to be funny.
Speaking of bugs: Heidi has an infestation of gnats in her drains. I had that happen to me some years ago. Pour bleach down the drain, I told her, since we were waving gnats away from our dinner, the birthday cake, and, well, drinking them in our wine, if I'm not mistaken. (It's okay, I spat it out.) And if I had a little more time before having to run to teach religious school (I do not), I'd tell you about Heidi & Meryl's Adventures With Power Tools. Maybe later.
Potato chip season: It's cool enough for long-term frying, so I made potato chips a few days ago with dinner. Then I decided to finally cut up the two giant russet potatoes I'd bought specifically for that purpose. But I made them super-thin because I wanted to see how super-thin chips would fry. (Too thin, by the way. Really affects the frying process negatively.) Then I set them in water in the fridge, intending to eat them last night with dinner. But Sorena called and invited me over for her birthday dinner instead. So when I came home from work last night, I fried some up quickly for a present for Sorena, and left the rest in the fridge. Just finished them with my brinner (no breakfast, late lunch, early dinner, I figure). Actually, there are a few left. Snack later.
Sorena took my chips to school for her snack. I can just imagine the looks she's going to get when she tells her friends that Aunt Meryl made them for her. Yeah, well, wait 'til she gets home and finds ten thank-you cards containing a picture of all the girls at the party displaying their newly-decorated backpacks. All Sorena has to do is write "Thanks for the X" and she's done. It was Heidi's idea, since she was watching me make Sorena a birthday card.
Y'know, there's nothing I like more than making children happy. There just is no better thing. And it's usually so easy to do, too. The cards took me five minutes to create and about half an hour to print. And since I have Thursday off, everyone who ordered/orders cards from me will have them sent out Thursday afternoon.
No, I said I want to visit Petra: Wind Rider got a kitten. I called him up and said, "When can I see the kitten?" After twenty more minutes of conversation, I asked, "So when can I stop by?" He said, "Oh, sure, pretend you want to visit me when all you really want is to see the kitten." I said "No, I told you straight out that I wanted to come by to visit your new kitten." You see, his presence is incidental and hardly necessary, except to get me in the door to see the new kitten. But he doesn't seem to get what I mean, so I'm putting it in black and white (well, and red and blue) so he can get it. That, and the fact that I do believe we're having another cross-blog zing competition. Just remember, WR, which of us received the official title of Master of Juvenile Scorn.
Opportunity knocks: There is going to be good, good, good news ahead on the job front. I found something with enormous potential. We'll see what happens. If I get it, it will entail frequent travel. Looks like I may be doing the Blog City Tour. permalink | |
My friend Drew W. sent me the following email (and yes, he made it up himself):
Note for the humor-impaired: Drew is not a Bush-hater.
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Yes, I know it's several days later. But one of my regular readers wanted me to discuss the debate.
I thought that Bush looked extremely nervous at some points, and extremely angry at others. Not that I blame himKerry was calling him a liar to his face, in front of millions of Americans. On the other hand, Kerry looked like a total dork while Bush was speaking, but came across fairly well during his own speech time (appearance, not concepts).
Overall, I think that nobody "won" or "lost" the debate. I think that Kerry came off looking good, and that W. did not look very good. I think he wasted a lot of opportunities to call Kerry on "misleading" the American public. And if I heard the "wrong war at the wrong place at the wrong time" remark, I wanted to through something at my television. Bush overdid the repetition.
I thought that Jim Lehrer was an excellent moderator, and I liked his questions. I also liked the way he let the debate be more fluid, allowing the president to respond to some of Kerry's more egregious accusations. And I was frankly just as livid as Bush at Kerry calling him a liar.
I hated the split-screen presentation. I suspect, however, that during the next debate, the candidates are going to be respectfully attentive during their time off-screen. Because they're not off-screen anymore.
However, I don't think that anyone went into the debate expecting their minds to be changed for them. Kerry voters are still Kerry voters, and Bush voters are still Bush voters. My feeling is that people who haven't yet decided are going to wait until all three debates are under their belt. Then they're going to be swayed by the last two weeks' negative advertising.
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