So what is there to write about? I’ve been ignoring my old blog, as do most people, as far as I can see, who write blogs. Posts are second to non-posts in the frequency department. Blogs have been passed up pretty handily by tweets, Facebook status updates, and Tumblr inanity. None of those offers the same kind of long-form approach to a thought that a plain old blog post does, however. And that arguably led to the aforementioned tweetstatustumblr-apalooza we live in now…people wanted to capture the appeal of popular blogs but lacked the chops to put down either quality posts or frequent-enough interesting updates.
So here I am damning myself. I actually have spent the last few days wondering what I could put here. Babyfight has been by blog for going on twelve years now, but I mainly post bullshit on facebook and auto-tweet things from my other blogs. They’re so narrowly focused that the thing they’re about tends to be the main item written about. MMA and cooking are two things I’m working on now, although cooking is falling by the wayside since I’m ordering out all the time.
I spent some time trying to figure out stories from childhood to relate, as I have a stable of go-to tales I bust out in social situations, the wallaby attack, the big wheel ride across carlsbad, the various drug-related stories (it depends on how well I know the people I’m talking to). But none of them made sense to me. I’m kind of in a weird mental loop right now, determined to do something, anything, new, but concerned about losing what I have. What’s the solution? It always seems I should be in the middle of something magnificent, but I assume I’m not, and yet later, when I look back, I was actually doing something that I wish I’d paid more attention to.
So there it is, me staring intently at my own taint as I tumble through space. I’m wondering what the moment will be like, probably right before my death, where I suddenly realize “Shit! I should have done everything!”
“The individual citizen has no federal constitutional right to vote for electors for the President of the United States” (Bush v. Gore, 531 U.S. 98, 104 ).
Fairvote.org has info on the national movement to end the electoral college system.
listening to the anger in pat tillman’s brother’s voice yesterday, and his mom, and jessica lynch’s sadness, as they testified to congress about the complete lies the US Army and other government arms had made up about them and their family memebers, was hard. i felt sadness about the garbage being done in our name, and fear at the depth of corruption that seems to be pervading every aspect of our shared experience called government, and anger at the people who would do this kind of contemptible thing. the anger is getting stronger, but dragging the sadness along behind it. the fear has wandered off.
see for yourself…
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: GOP corruption, cronyism, and incompetence led us here. and i’m not saying that as hyperbole, it’s simple fact. if anyone wants leave me a comment and i’ll get you posts explaining all of it. or just look for yourselves. i don’t have time this morning to do a long blag post, but it’s not like it’s been hidden. as greenwald said, they tillmans have been complaining vocally, and to the (complicit) media for years. so has jessica lynch. all the other GOP scum have been flaunting their garbage in the broad daylight (with some Dem scum). so it’s not hidden. if you’re still thinking “the GOP can be saved”, you’re a self-delusional idiot.
westboro baptist church, which claims to speak for god, plans to protest the funerals of the victims of the Virginia Tech massacre. They claim to speak for God. Can you support this god?
WBC to Preach at Funerals of Virginia Tech Dead
WBC will preach at the funerals of the Virginia Tech students killed on campus during a shooting rampage April 16, 2007. You describe this as monumental horror, but you know nothing of horror — yet. Your bloody tyrant Bush says he is ‘horrified’ by it all. You know nothing of horror — yet. Your true horror is coming. “They shall also gird themselves with sackloth, and horror shall cover them; and shame shall be upon all faces, and baldness upon all their heads” (Eze. 7:18).
Why did this happen, you ask? It’s simple. Your military chose to shoot at the servants of God today, and all they got for their effort was terror. Then, the LORD your God sent a crazed madman to shoot at your children. Was God asleep while this took place? Was He on vacation? Of course not. He willed this to happen to punish you for assailing His servants.
This is the face of god-worship taken to a logical extreme. this is the face of the crusades, and the inquisition, and every holy fuckwit who thought that he could HURT someone into being what HE thought was right. this is religion. so look on it. when the fallen students who did nothing other than attend their classes are laid to rest, a few dozen assholes under the banner of god will heckle and scream at their parents and loved ones gathered to grieve. Is this what you think of when you ponder religion? it should be, because it is the face of it. so don’t shrink away. if you’re really religious, or spiritual, or whatever halfwit fucking bullshit you invent to justify your prostrating to some made-up invisible shithead, then this is your spokesperson, in the form of the westboro baptist church.
i recommend that anyone in the area of any of these protests (while 33 funerals of individuals who attended a large university might be hard to completely canvas) come out and let WBC know what they think, of their protests, of their bullshit, of their bile-filled hate. let them know loudly and assertively. because there’s one thing over the top of their god-fellating, and that’s HUMANITY. and the fucking shit-eating asshole Fred Phelps of the WBC has today forsaken his membership card in the club called HUMANITY, in favor of his jesus-fucking. he should be treated as such.
man, what a shitty thing to happen.
A while back Senator John McCain, the Straight Talk Express (with a bare amount of military support, and maybe a helicopter) strolled happily through what seemed to be a block of Baghdad. At a later press conference, McCain said some stupid things, including insisting that the streets were safe. afterwards, someone claimed that a reporter heckled him (warning, drudge report). Funny line in Drudge thing:
Michael Ware has also publicly expressed his views on the war last year in an interview with Bill Maher, saying, “I’ve been given a front-row ticket to watch this slow-motion train wreck … I try to stay as drunk for as long as possible while I’m here … In fact, I’m drinking now.”
Anyways, here’s my take: A) we have no proof it even happened. Even McCain isn’t sure. He says some other guys there at the conference told him it happened. 2) Who fucking cares? This guy McCain walked around the streets in a kevlar vest through a pre-scoured area with a hundred soldiers, several helicopters, and who-knows-how-many other security precautions. And we’re supposed to not laugh in his face when he says something patently stupid? I mean, sure, maybe the reporter said something. If he did, we have to ask: Was it justified? If so, tough nookie.
Anyone else think the “maverick” is looking a wee bit senile? He’ll be old as fuck by the time he assumes office (if he has, which I don’t think he does, even a tiny chance of winning the nom or the general), and likely near death. Is it a repeat of the bob dole campaign promise? “One term guaranteed? Should we elect a thousand year old as president? Is his longevity in any way combined with the state-paid health care he’s benefited from his whole professional life, while millions of Americans rely on emergency rooms for health care?
I dunno. what do you think?
as a kid i grew up with cheeseball low/no-budget horror flicks. nowadays you can stretch your low/no to much greater lengths, and if you have a good script and some talent make a real live kickass flick.
Larry Fessenden is one of those talented guys, and he made a movie that kicked my ass a few years back, Habit. Its dark and creepy and explores some deep areas, and Fessenden as the lead reminds me of so many wayward, wandering friends…myself too. he’s made a lot of other stuff too, tho most people will likely remember him from Broken Flowers. I recommend checking his stuff out.
Glass Eye Pix
New movie: I Sell The Dead
Photo by Roy Gumpel From here.