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Correlation does not imply causation.

Friday, May 9th, 2014

This may be my new favorite blog.

Got nothing.

Friday, January 10th, 2014

I hate being silent for two days straight, but I don’t have any thing I feel is worth writing about.

The Chris Christie thing is now being covered by everyone else in the world. I don’t have anything new to add, or anything more to say, about the gun show thing; there’s going to be a Saxet show this month per the existing contract, and Premier is going to have shows in Cedar Park during April and June. I’m frankly a little burned out on this fight, and I’m not sure what else we can do. (“If voting could change the system, it wouldn’t be legal.”)

More than anything else, I’m just feeling cranky and upset and tired and depressed. I think part of it is the season and part of it is the weather. I don’t know. I’m having trouble concentrating on stuff: I’m still trying to write the King of Sports review and do coursework, but both are struggles.

Maybe I just need a weekend. One more day to go.

Pete and Repeat.

Friday, August 30th, 2013

I’ve quoted these lines from Ian Frazier’s On the Rez before. For reasons I can’t really explain, they have a special resonance for me. It seems appropriate to quote them again now.

If I had a film of SuAnne at Lead (as far as I know, no such film exists) I would study it in slow motion frame by frame. There’s a magic in what she did, along with the promise that public acts of courage are still alive out there somewhere. Mostly, I would run the film of SuAnne again and again for my own braveheart song. I refer to her, as I do to Crazy Horse, for proof that it’s a public service to be brave.

It’s a public service to be brave. Even if you don’t believe you are.

I cannot tell a lie…

Wednesday, April 3rd, 2013

…I only just got around to this, but:

…luring noted playwright and director Neil LaBute from his own hotly-anticipated theatrical project Not the Bees: An Evening With Nicolas Cage.

kicked over my giggle-box, as did:

“You asshole, you can’t even get your director in-jokes right,” LaBute reportedly said, and stormed out, never to return.

Apropos 2.

Saturday, January 28th, 2012

“If I’m the G-dd–n Batman, why am I on top of a cake with this amazonian bimbo?”

I commend to the attention of future brides everywhere the strategy that this one used to encourage participation by both genders in the bouquet toss: attach a Fry’s gift card to the bouquet. (However, brides should consider carefully the value of the card they’re going to attach. For $10, yeah, I’ll participate. For $250, I’ll kill a snitch. I’m not saying I have, I’m not saying I haven’t…)

People you normally don’t see this dressed up, part 1.

And two. Finally, here’s what seems like a fitting song for the happy couple.

Quote of the day.

Wednesday, December 21st, 2011

I tucked it in there with the dishes following the well-known scientific principle of “why the hell not?”

Indeed. In our studies of the history of technology, we have found that much scientific and technical advancement is motivated by that same principle.

Western Civilization.

Sunday, December 18th, 2011

Gandhi is supposed to have said it would be a good idea, but I am unable to find a trustworthy source for that quote.

Western civilization is doomed:

Twilight hair accessories

Western civilization is not doomed:

That’s a Hot Wheels car with a built-in video camera. And a built-in LCD screen so you can play back your video without downloading it (though you can do that as well with the USB cable). Target had it for $50.

I have no idea how much video it records or what quality, but man! I would never have predicted that 41 years ago.

(You know something else? Hot Wheels at Target are going for about $1.07; I think I paid $3.49 for a five-pack. You know what I was paying for Hot Wheels when I bought them out of my own pocket at the age of 4 or 5? About a buck. You know what $1 in 1970 money translates into? $5.83. I’m sure someone’s going to tell me today’s Hot Wheels aren’t as well made as the 1970 0nes – I don’t have any of my 1970 ones in front of me, but the new ones feel fine – or that they’re made in China and coated with lead paint – I don’t chew on mine – but frankly, I don’t care. Name me something else that’s stayed at a near constant price for 40 years.)

Happy 4th of July.

Monday, July 4th, 2011

As SayUncle puts it, make sure to buckle up and watch for state troopers while you’re illegally buying fireworks.

In our case, the fireworks are both illegal and not really all that good an idea, to be perfectly honest. I did do a lot of driving yesterday, and saw a fair number of state troopers, but no DWI checkpoints; I did 80 MPH much of the way without incident. Unfortunately, while I was driving this route, I was doing so fairly early in the morning, before Lawrence wrote this post, so I missed out on the best potato chips ever. (Surely someone in Austin sells them.)

So what else can you do to celebrate the 4th? Well, you can hit the gun store, provided you have one near you that’s open on 4th of July Monday. (All the good independent gun stores in Austin are closed Sunday and Monday, but Cabela’s in Buda is open today. Edited to add: And the Cabela’s in Buda was not the Mongolian fire drill I was expecting.)

Or you could go to the range. Provided you can get a slot on the firing line, given that everyone else and his brother has probably had the same idea.

If you have a veterans cemetery near you, you could also go pay your respects.

I don’t actually know Richard Johnson or his family, but I stumbled (almost literally) on that marker, and there’s something striking about it. He would have been roughly 28 years old when the United States entered the war. What was he doing before then? What was life like as a 2nd Lieutenant during World War I? Where did he serve? Did he see action? He lived for 58 more years after the end of the war: what did he do with the rest of his life?

I want to add a nice word here for the VA’s Nationwide Gravesite Locator, which was indispensable. (The gravesite locator at the Houston cemetery was broken when we were there.) It would be nice to have a version of this tool that’s optimized for smart phones, but the existing version did work on my Evo.

Dope.

Wednesday, April 20th, 2011

Can I just note here (nothing personal, Weer’d) how tired I am of my birthday being associated with a national dope smoking holiday?

Can I also note that I’m tired of the whole medical marijuana thing? It makes me feel somewhat hypocritical, because I think adult human beings have the right to put whatever they want into their bodies (as long as they don’t harm other people; and if you drive while high and hurt/kill someone, it’s the hurting/killing that should be punished, not the drug use), but “medical marijuana” has become a massive joke.

If we’re going to de-facto legalize pot, then by the holy claws of Klortho the Magnificent, let’s just man up and have the courage to do it, and then do double-blind controlled studies to test the medical effectiveness of pot, rather than writing “prescriptions” for every real and imagined ailment under the sun.

Edited to add: Also, you kids get off my damn lawn.

A poll, for your amusement.

Tuesday, December 28th, 2010
Who is worse than Rob Enderle?
Joseph Stalin.
Adolf Hitler.
Barack Obama.
Jimmy Carter.
Fidel Castro.
Che Guevara.
M. Night Shamalamadingdong, or whatever his name is.
The Black Plague.
Ebola.
Broccoli.
After Last Season.
The Bataan Death March.
The cast of Glee.
None of the above. There is nobody worse than Rob Enderle.
pollcode.com free polls

Class acts.

Monday, November 15th, 2010

Friday’s XKCD started me thinking.

Here’s Randall Munroe, who’s established a pretty significant business providing content for free. He’s facing a tough family situation, so what does he do? He explains what’s going on to folks, providing as much detail as he’s comfortable with, thanks people for their support, and basically promises to keep on as best as he can.

Randall Munroe is a class act. Randall Munroe makes me want to buy stuff from his store.  (And today’s XKCD is pretty funny. Or maybe I’m just a sucker for Wagner references.)

When Ryan North goes on vacation, or on his honeymoon, he recruits guest artists for his comic. And a lot of them are pretty darn good. Ryan North is a class act. Ryan North makes me want to buy stuff from his store.

The Penny Arcade guys would probably be embarrassed by someone describing them as a class act, but look at what they do when they need time, or are busy at a con; or heck, look at what they do during the holidays.

There’s another web comic I read. It used to run five days a week. Then it started drifting down to four days a week. Then the artist had some personal issues and posted reruns for a while. Then he came back. It started drifting down to three days a week. Then two. Then once a week while he worked on other projects. Right now, it was last updated over a week ago. Two weeks elapsed between that update and the previous one, and a little more than two weeks between updates before that.

“He does it for free! How dare you complain?” Well, maybe. But right now he’s running a fund drive. In addition, part of his business model is providing premium content as an adjunct to the free webcomic. When he goes radio silent for weeks on end, what motivation do I have to pay for premium content, or donate money? Or even to keep reading his webcomic?

I feel like I’m coming perilously close to crossing a line. I don’t think artists have an obligation to keep providing stuff for free, forever. I can understand people becoming overwhelmed. But there’s a good way to handle that; the Randall Munroe way.

A couple of random notes for September 30, 2010.

Thursday, September 30th, 2010

I’m ending the “instead of content” musical series with this link that Lawrence sent me, which I rather like.

I think I’ve made it through the worst of the chaos; things should be getting back to normal over the next day or so, modulo a few outstanding bits of business.

I also wanted to throw a link Lawrence’s way for his “A Short, Incomplete, and Somewhat Random List of People Who Have Had Their Heads Impailed on a Spike on London Bridge“. This is the kind of link you don’t know you need until you need it, and once you do need it, you’re happy to have it. I find it rather unfortunate that heads on spikes have gone out of style, as I have a little list of society’s offenders who would benefit from that treatment.