Adam

Blood is really warm
Its like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming

Everything I thought
tasted a lot like chicken
really tastes like man

My rigor mortis
is mainly why I'm slower
and the severed foot

The taste of liver
is hard to get off the tongue
but spleen does the trick

http://www.thetimes.co.za/PrintEdition/Article.aspx?id=851953

Don't really know what to say about the article other than its kinda obvious that Iran is trying to move radioactive material around in the ship. The fact that the ship was headed to a European port is a bit frightening as well. Maybe once we sure up the economy by pissing away $700 Billion to a bunch of rich assholes we can spend money on advanced radiation detectors to prevent the crap from coming here.

The best part is the blank look on the Greek guy's face. Of all the things I thought I would see someone get knocked out by...I never thought it would be a small jumping dude on the defensive...

The announcer with a lisp commenting on a full contact sport is funny too...

So evidently a bunch of puppets from chuck-e-cheese and the like are floating around as garbage and someone has taken to collecting them and getting them to perform something a bit more modern. Enjoy!

The past 48-hours have been straight from hell. First I tried to go see Ave. Q over at the Orpheum. I waited in line for an hour and a half and I was fourth from the front of the line when one of the ushers comes back and says that they're out of tickets and are only selling tickets for future shows. Shit. So I buy two tickets for Sunday figuring its not all that bad and wait for a friend to get off BART so we can catch dinner in little Italy. The food was WAY overpriced and totally not worth the money I spent on it, particularly since I paid for the whole meal. I fuckin' hate chivalry. Then we head down to a cafe to have another bottle of wine and then some coffee. Not that big of a problem, my friend got a chance to pay back some of the dinner debt. Finally, on our way back to BART we stop off at a bar. All's fine until after a couple of beers she comes up to me after talking to the band and says, "oh, I've got a ride home." Shit again. I don't know about any of you, but I wouldn't ditch a friend across the bay to hang out with a bunch of total strangers. Regardless, I had enough time to make the last train across the bay so I didn't have to take a taxi or anything ridiculous like that. I made it home, got pissed, drank a mite too much in too little time, and passed out on the couch.

This morning I woke up to audition for wind ensemble to find myself horribly hung over. Shit. Playing trumpet while hung over is a horrible experience. Anyway, I get to the audition, afraid that I'm leaking booze from my pores, and play as best I can, which wasn't that impressive in my state at the time. I have just enough time to get lunch after my audition before I have to head into my physics lab, which didn't have the necessary equipment for the experiment which I was supposed to do, so I basically got to spend 4 hours of my lab time waiting for the professor to track down the equipment, most of which was found, but several critical components, such as liquid helium, were missing. After that, I got to rush up to the lab to meet with my boss who talked to me about the abstract I have to write for this presentation at AGU that they want me to give in the fall. Its only a poster, but still, IU don't really feel comfortable talking to career scientists about anything as if I know what I'm talking about...usually because I don't know what I'm talking about. Finally, I come home and go to Berkeley bowl with Gabe and Jackie to get stuff for dinner. I spent the whole time trying to be excessively happy because I knew that if I let my guard down something was going to piss me off and I was going to snap. We get home, make food, have a very nice evening. Everything is going fine until one of us makes some comment about the moldy dish in the sink. Talia flipped out about how she was the only one who ever cleans the house, which really pissed me off because her pans are out and sitting in the sink all the time. Not only that, but I'm usually the one that loads, runs, and empties the dish washer. I guess I'm tired of doing things for people and not having them notice. Its getting really old. It took everything I had in me not to get into a shouting match right then and there.

The moral of the story is that I'm not a very happy camper at the moment. I've got the feeling that I want to run around with a boken, cracking heads and telling people to quit being retards.

That's all I've got for now. I'm off to commit more undeserving acts of generosity.

It is rare for people to truly impress me. This is mostly because people in general sense tend to behave far from admirably. Regardless, tonight I read something which actually inspired me to believe that some people of adult age who actually behave like adults. Hopefully I'll get there some day too.

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(I'm only kidding. As everyone who knows me knows, I trust everyone whether I should or not)

THIS IS A TRANSCRIPT OF THE SPECIAL COMMENT LAST TUESDAY ON COUNTDOWN WITH KEITH OLBERMANN

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Finally tonight, as promised, a Special Comment on what is, in everything but name, George Bush's pardon of Scooter Libby.
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"I didn't vote for him," an American once said, "But he's my president, and I hope he does a good job."
That -- on this eve of the 4th of July -- is the essence of this democracy, in seventeen words.
And that -- is what President Bush threw away yesterday in commuting the sentence of Lewis "Scooter" Libby.

The man who said those seventeen words -- improbably enough -- was the actor John Wayne.

And Wayne, an ultra-conservative, said them, when he learned of the hair's-breadth election of John F. Kennedy instead of his personal favorite, Richard Nixon in 1960.
"I didn't vote for him but he's my president, and I hope he does a good job."

The sentiment was doubtlessly expressed earlier.
But there is something especially appropriate about hearing it, now, in Wayne's voice:
The crisp matter-of-fact acknowledgement that we have survived, even though for nearly two centuries now, our Commander-in-Chief has also served, simultaneously, as the head of one political party and often the scourge of all others.
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We as citizens must, at some point, ignore a president's partisanship. Not that we may prosper as a nation, not that we may achieve, not that we may lead the world -- but merely that we may function.
But just as essential to the seventeen words of John Wayne, is an implicit trust -- a sacred trust:
That the president for whom so many did not vote, can in turn suspend his political self long enough, and for matters imperative enough, to conduct himself solely for the benefit of the entire Republic.

Our generation's willingness to state "we didn't vote for him, but he's our president, and we hope he does a good job," was tested in the crucible of history, and earlier than most.
And in circumstances more tragic and threatening.
And we did.... that with which history tasked us.

We envelopped our President in 2001.
And those who did not believe he should have been elected -- indeed those who did not believe he had been elected -- willingly lowered their voices and assented to the sacred oath of non-partisanship.

And George W. Bush took our assent, and re-configured it, and honed it, and shaped it to a razor-sharp point...,and stabbed this nation in the back with it.
Were there any remaining lingering doubt otherwise, or any remaining lingering hope, it ended yesterday when Mr. Bush commuted the prison sentence of one of his own staffers.
Did so even before the appeals process was complete…
Did so without as much as a courtesy consultation with the Department of Justice…
Did so despite what James Madison -- at the Constitutional Convention -- said about impeaching any president who pardoned or sheltered those who had committed crimes "advised by" that president…
Did so without the slightest concern that even the most detached of citizens must look at the chain of events and wonder:
To what degree was Mr. Libby told: break the law however you wish -- the President will keep you out of prison?

In that moment, Mr. Bush, you broke that fundamental com-pact between yourself and the majority of this nation's citizens -- the ones who did not cast votes for you.
In that moment, Mr. Bush, you ceased to be the President of the United States.
In that moment, Mr. Bush, you became merely the President… of a rabid and irresponsible corner of the Republican Party.
And this is too important a time, Sir, to have a commander-in-chief who puts party over nation.

This has been, of course, the gathering legacy of this Administration.
Few of its decisions have escaped the stain of politics.
The extraordinary Karl Rove has spoken of "a permanent Republican majority," as if such a thing -- or a permanent Democratic majority -- is not antithetical to that upon which rests: our country, our history, our revolution, our freedoms.

Yet our Democracy has survived shrewder men than Karl Rove.
And it has survived the frequent stain of politics upon the fabric of government.
But this administration, with ever-increasing insistence and almost theo-cratic zealotry, has turned that stain… into a massive oil spill.

The protection of the environment… is turned over to those of one political party, who will financially benefit from the rape of the environment.

The protections of the Constitution… are turned over to those of one political party, who believe those protections unnecessary and extravagant and quaint.

The enforcement of the laws… is turned over to those of one political party, who will swear beforehand that they will not enforce those laws.

The choice between war and peace… is turned over to those of one political party, who stand to gain vast wealth by ensuring that there is never peace, but only war.

And now, when just one cooked book gets corrected by an honest auditor…
When just one trampling of the inherent and inviolable fairness of government is rejected by an impartial judge…
When just one wild-eyed partisan is stopped by the figure of blind justice…
This President decides that he, and not the law, must prevail.

I accuse you, Mr. Bush, of lying this country into war.
I accuse you of fabricating in the minds of your own people, a false implied link between Saddam Hussein and 9/11.
I accuse you of firing the generals who told you that the plans for Iraq were disastrously insufficient.
I accuse you of causing in Iraq the needless deaths of 3,586 of our brothers and sons, and sisters and daughters, and friends and neighbors.
I accuse you of subverting the Constitution, not in some misguided but sincerely-motivated struggle to combat terrorists, but to stifle dissent.
I accuse you of fomenting fear among your own people, of creating the very terror you claim to have fought.
I accuse you of exploiting that unreasoning fear, the natural fear of your own people who just want to live their lives in peace, as a political tool to slander your critics and libel your opponents.
I accuse you of handing part of this Republic over to a Vice President who is without conscience, and letting him run roughshod over it.
And I accuse you now, Mr. Bush, of giving, through that Vice President, carte blanche to Mr. Libby, to help defame Ambassador Joseph Wilson by any means necessary, to lie to Grand Juries and Special Counsel and before a court, in order to protect the mechanisms and particulars of that defamation, with your guarantee that Libby would never see prison, and, in so doing, as Ambassador Wilson himself phrased it here last night, of becoming an accessory… to the obstruction of justice.

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When President Nixon ordered the firing of the Watergate special prosecutor Archibald Cox during the infamous "Saturday Night Massacre" on October 20th, 1973, Cox initially responded tersely, and ominously.
"Whether ours shall be a government of laws and not of men, is now for Congress, and ultimately, the American people."

President Nixon did not understand how he had crystallized the issue of Watergate for the American people.

It had been about the obscure meaning behind an attempt to break in to a rival party's headquarters; and the labyrinthine effort to cover-up that break-in and the related crimes.

And in one night, Nixon transformed it.
Watergate -- instantaneously -- became a simpler issue: a President overruling the inexorable march of the law… of insisting -- in a way that resonated viscerally with millions who had not previously understood - that he was the law.
Not the Constitution.
Not the Congress.
Not the Courts.
Just him.

Just - Mr. Bush - as you did, yesterday.
The twists and turns of Plame-Gate, of your precise and intricate lies that sent us into this bottomless pit of Iraq; your lies upon the lies to discredit Joe Wilson; your lies upon the lies upon the lies to throw the sand at the "referee" of Prosecutor Fitzgerald's analogy… these are complex and often painful to follow, and too much, perhaps, for the average citizen.
But when other citizens render a verdict against your man, Mr. Bush -- and then you spit in the faces of those jurors and that judge and the judges who were yet to hear the appeal -- the average citizen understands that, Sir.
It's the fixed ballgame and the rigged casino and the pre-arranged lottery all rolled into one -- and it stinks.
And they know it.

Nixon's mistake, the last and most fatal of them, the firing of Archibald Cox, was enough to cost him the presidency.
And in the end, even Richard Nixon could say he could not put this nation through an impeachment.
It was far too late for it to matter then, but as the decades unfold, that single final gesture of non-partisanship, of acknowledged responsibility not to self, not to party, not to "base," but to country, echoes loudly into history.
Even Richard Nixon knew it was time to resign

Would that you could say that, Mr. Bush.
And that you could say it for Mr. Cheney.
You both crossed the Rubicon yesterday.
Which one of you chose the route, no longer matters.
Which is the ventriloquist, and which the dummy, is irrelevant.
But that you have twisted the machinery of government into nothing more than a tawdry machine of politics, is the only fact that remains relevant.
It is nearly July 4th, Mr. Bush, the commemoration of the moment we Americans decided that rather than live under a King who made up the laws, or erased them, or ignored them -- or commuted the sentences of those rightly convicted under them -- we would force our independence, and regain our sacred freedoms.
We of this time -- and our leaders in Congress, of both parties -- must now live up to those standards which echo through our history:
Pressure, negotiate, impeach -- get you, Mr. Bush, and Mr. Cheney, two men who are now perilous to our Democracy, away from its helm.
For you, Mr. Bush, and for Mr. Cheney, there is a lesser task.
You need merely achieve a very low threshold indeed.
Display just that iota of patriotism which Richard Nixon showed, on August 9th, 1974.
Resign.
And give us someone -- anyone -- about whom all of us might yet be able to quote John Wayne, and say, "I didn't vote for him, but he's my president, and I hope he does a good job."
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Good night, and good luck.

It isn't very often that I see something that makes me think that the modern world has become inhospitable to traditional ways of life. Today was one of those days. In the wake of one of my friends back home getting very happily married, two of my best friends from the bay area have ended their relationship. That is to say that one of them has ended their relationship. The depressing thing about this was that I thought that they were one of the most successful couples I have ever seen, to the point where I thought that they were going to become engaged in the very near future. Evidently I was mistaken. Now, more than ever, I am growing the realization that the modern world is not conducive to traditional relationships. Maybe the old ways were good for a reason.

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