Break out the buckets! Bail for your lives!

We were running full sails to the Cove-Moot when we sprung a leak. Before the boatsman could yell, "Avast!" we were already sinking to a watery grave. With the blessing of the sea gods a strong wind blew up and we were able to land on a western (digital) island of a friendly sort. There is no way however for us to salvage and repair in time for the Cove-Moot. I gave the crew double rations of Grog to help keep there spirits up. On the New(Egg) horizon this morning Visa two eyes spotted a ship approaching, when they get close enough we will pillage what we need from them.


(My hard drive started acting funny Friday night at like 10:00pm,
giving me less than 12 hours to figure out what was going on and get to the LAN party. Almost needless to say the drive was collapsing upon itself, I managed to save 99% of my stuff for which I am very thankful. But dang! I wanted to go to the LAN party, instead I spent 48 hours in my basement running diagnostics, and tearing apart old computers for spare parts. I temporarily installed Ubuntu, and actually it's pretty nice, I like the new version. I still expect to go back to a source based GNU/Linux install eventually, but not at least until I get a new hard drive.)

Cove-Moot

Definition: When a group of pirates sail into a cove, stare at glowing screens, and don't eat, say anything, engage in eye contact, or move at all really. - Except for moving a small plastic mouse in circles, drinking pizza, or eating Bawls. It's part witch craft, part monk like meditation, and partly a cleansing ritual.

Join me at Protocol42's Cove-Moot!

I will post a picture later.

Family of Swashbucklers

My sister is really a better pirate than I, honestly. I am so proud of her; I should make her a sword. She has made a poster for the Zapatistas, and it has been chosen to be produced and put up for sale as part of the celebrate peoples history poster project of JustSeeds.org. Take a look at it, and if you feel so inclined buy one, they are very inexpensive at four dollars:

Evil Inside Me

I had made port and gotten into a friendly game of cards with some wolves. It wasn't a piratical game precisely, but I liked it quite a bit. This sea dog makes it a rule to avoid fortune tellers.
One, on account of I don't like bad news; and two, because no one can really know your future; except for the great sea captain in the sky. But it was already too late, this card game read my soul. Just as I thought the results were as pretty as a drowned man.



Well after seeing that, it was obvious what was to become of me. This pirate, way deep inside, has a supervillian buried.

In light of this I have a new role model Dr. Horrible.

New Rope

It be what passes for rope here on the web. Although whenever I hear wiki, I can't help but think of raiding a villiage o' tiki huts. Them islanders are strange folk, as soon as we started lobbing marshmellows at them (we were out of canon balls) they all ran away.

I have no friends (page)!

Gretchen and I went out to dinner on the vet clinic, tonight was the holiday party. We ate well, and had lots of somewhat awkward work conversation. I always feel that I've made a fool of myself at these gatherings.

Last year I ordered a glass of wine. Besides the clinic owners being Mormon, and it being forbidden by their religion; being a company party, it raised issues of liability. Previous to that no one had dared to be so bold, but now the ceiling is broken; this year several people ordered drinks on the companys tab. (I did have a beer, but paid for it myself at the bar, and brought it to the table.)

This year a sweet nothing whispered into my wifes ear became a subject of conversation when she decided to share! Ladies, please, don't share those. Also I was the center of a very awkward conversational pause. Has this happened to you?: I was talking about how difficult it can be for some unfortunate people to loose weight, and all conversation died just as I said some thing like "no matter how you slice it: to loose weight, eat less!" So I totally made myself out to be a fattist. I might actually be something of a fattist, and that scares me. I would rather be, and feel that I usually am, sensitive to others, and understanding. Although, even my sister called me a fattist once. God I hope she was wrong.

On the technical side: I like Blogger because it is convenient, fairly pretty, and I can edit the HTML template! But it is quite feature less. I would like to have a friends page powered by an RSS aggregator. I may have to switch to Joomla or WordPress. But I don't think I'm up for that much work. Better to blog now, and code when motivated.

Parting Shot: CDC - Overweight and Obesity

Jack Black

I found this funny if a bit raw, but then again it's jack black so... whatever.

Kick in the cunt.

By way of an apology to those whom are offended; although, honestly, I find it even more uncomfortable: The Cunt Shop

Parting Shot: I dare you to buy a Blue Uterus Skirt!

GM Food: Not Grown in Detroit.

I do wish GM foods were labeled as such. Not that I'm particularly scared of them, but Jeffrey Smith, in his book Genetic Roulette, has shown that there might be nasty side effects. And I'd prefer to be able to make a choice to eat, or not eat GM foods.

This article says that "60 percent of our processed groceries contain genetically altered ingredients". But no reference is given, and it's easy to lie with statistics. So I'll believe it when you have a third eye, and gills. Although, I do think that Starbucks coffee beans are GM.

I've never actually written a letter to the people that represent me in government. I should give it a try.

Parting shot: Campaign to Label Genetically Engineered Foods