Archive for May, 2005

Terrorists use volcanoes now

Wednesday, May 25th, 2005

So I’m digging around on Ready.gov because I enjoy being angry and irritated at my government… apparently, the Department of Homeland Security is worried that terorrists will make use of natural disasters.

I understand that on a website about safety in one’s home one would include info about volcanoes, tsunamis, fires… but the War on Terror isn’t going to cure me of volcanoes anytime soon, right? Because, if the War on Drugs is any indication, we’re gonna have terrorists for a good long while.

I know John Stewart said it before but it bears repeating: if you are near a nuclear blast try and get out of the area.

Going nuclear part one

Friday, May 20th, 2005

If you’re arguing with someone about ending the Senate filibuster as a tool of the legislative process and they trot out any arguments that sound like these you’ll be well-informed enough to rebut them.

Besides, Bill Frist isn’t as opposed to the filibuster as he claims.

PostSecret

Tuesday, May 17th, 2005

A relgious experience.

Pestilence

Monday, May 16th, 2005

When I was about 12 or so a friend of my brother let me borrow this book. I no longer remember the title nor the author but the plot has stuck with me for the last sixteen years. Every once in a while I crack open Google or Amazon and search around for this book to no avail. So, I’m hoping that someone will eventually come along and help a brother out.

This radio DJ is working the morning show with his partner and they decide to do one of those annoying, wacky morning radio DJ shows where one will be a faith healer and remove the other’s cold. It turns out not be a joke, however… the partner’s cold is instantly cured. There are some more scenes illustrating the faith-healing radio DJ’s unrequited love for one of the female jockeys at the station and then he has a confrontation with his jerk boss. They have a long argument about something at the end of which our hero the DJ snarls, “I hope you fucking choke.” A couple of chapters later is a grisly scene where the reader realizes that the man has lost his ability to metabolize water and drowns. Somewhere in there is another scene in which the DJ is acosted by some other person and, through his increasingly disturbing power, breaks every bone in the other person’s body.

So it turns out Our Hero is one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse: Pestilence. He can’t just go around healing everyone without also letting some hurt out too… Right around here my memory gets hazy… There’s something about a self-flagellating warrior monk type who works for a secret society that has been trying to track and control the Horsemen but lost Pestilence due to some mishap or other (it comes out later in the book). At one point he reveals that there are certain rules regarding the Horsemen… the only one I remember of which is “do not let Pestilence come in contact with a barren woman”... guess what? The unrequited love female DJ is barren! There’s something about Sumeria in there also (the Horsemen have been around for a while)... the book ends with this terrible, awesome (old sense) revival scene in which the DJ lets loose with his power and deforms everyone or something… anyway, eventually he makes his way to Unrequited Love DJ’s apartment and heals her of her inability to have children, something she’s always always wanted… this causes him to expire on her bathroom floor. The last scene in the book is this DJ, as a baby, when he was touched by this old man and apparently given Pestilence while the old man was being chased by this Order. Then, later, the baby gives his dad cancer.

Please, has anyone else read this book? What is the title? Who is the author? It sounds like a Kathe Koja book but I think I would’ve remembered her name. Argh.

Ad-hocracy Driving

Friday, May 13th, 2005

Before Cory Doctorow goes and steals my idea (heh… Whuffie), here’s my proposal for eliminating asshole drivers.

Everyone who drives on the road is given a small set of daily votes, equal numbers of Nice and Nasty. When someone driving on the road is particularly—you guessed it—nice or nasty then you splat them with the appropriate vote. Every day, one’s car tallies these votes and will broadcast a user’s driving rating for all to see.

But wait, it gets better: one’s votes are weighted according to one’s own rating crossed with one’s driving record. A particularly nice, safe driver’s votes count more than one who is an unholy terror. Also, every vote weights you back to Normal, away from Nice or Nasty.

Everyone’s car is outfitted with a HUD that allows them to check, at a glance, someone’s rating (green spectrum to red in the usual cultural fashion with a height meter for the colorblind). Now you know who to avoid because, generally, they’re an Asshole Driver and who to trust because, generally, they’re a Great Driver. Worried that your friends will play a prank on you and splat you with all their Nasties for one day? Why would they want to since that screws up their own ratings?

Read Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom. It is damn good.

Free cat and sharxor

Wednesday, May 11th, 2005

Free cat
Teh Anatomy of a Sharxor

Bush’s Bubble Burst

Tuesday, May 10th, 2005

You gotta hand it to our media. They certainly know how to ignore a good story.

As I was telling a friend of mine, this is exactly the sort of thing that I rely on the Internet and the blogosphere for: what did Bush say to those Dutch kids? C’mon! You’ve got to be out there somewhere, and one of you has to have access to a blogging engine! Post it in the comments on the blog I linked to or on mine! I’d love to hear it.