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| Thursday, January 7th, 2010 |
ed_dirt
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8:37a |
Mr Abdulmutallab, the 23-year-old Nigerian who set himself alight in a packed Airbus approaching Detroit on Christmas Day, bought his one-way ticket from a KLM office in Accra.Ok, here's something i don't get about this case... The dude was a foreign national, flying to America. Why was he allowed to do it om a one-way ticket? Doesn't that sort of imply that he's going to stay? Doesn't Immigration watch out for that sort of thing? I mean he's not a citizen, so what business does he have arriving with no means to leave? I mean, maybe it should go more like this... "Hello, I'd like a one-way ticket to American City, please." "Certainly sir. May I see your passport?" *hands it over* "Certainly, madam." "You're not an American Citizen." "Certainly not!" *Looks at it* "Sir, do you have a residence visa, or work visa, or whatever it is they call that thing that allows you to stay indefinitely as a foreign citizen in the US?" "No, I do not." "Then by law I am only permitted to issue you a round trip ticket. That will be an additional 500 monetary units, please." Fuck man, the State of Hawaii won't let you arrive on a one-way ticket unless you have a permanent address. It sure seems like the Big Bad Federal Government could do the same thing. EDIT: ok, maybe that was an urban myth going around when I lived down there in the 80's, or maybe they changed the law, but it's possible now to fly one-way to Hawaii from the US Mainland. This might be a clue as to why we have such a massive illegal alien problem in the US. |
takhisis
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12:32a |
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| Wednesday, January 6th, 2010 |
takhisis
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11:28p |
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pablowapsi
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11:18p |
Help for Bookworm!
Hey there Wapsi Fans and all of my other friends here (why aren't you reading my comic yet ~_^) Anyway, I'd like to make a small request on behalf of the gentleman who takes care of my hosting needs for Wapsi. He and his wife have recently had a little-one and need some financial assistance. Please follow the link bellow to donate, it doesn't have to be much as all donations will be greatly appreciated. Thanks much! ^_^ |
takhisis
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11:11p |
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demiurgent
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11:56p |
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the_gneech
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8:04p |
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graveyardgreg
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3:32p |
Wait, What?
The Pet Shop Boys released a new album last year? And I didn't know about it? ARGH! |
adpaz
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4:54p |
Sometimes I wonder if I'm cut out to be a mom to boys
I don't understand them. At all. Today, we were cleaning the living room ad Peter got a hold of one of Teddy's book. And ripped 3 pages out of it. Teddy was ok with it. "I like ripped things. Boys are supposed to like ripped things." I don't know where he got that from. I don't know why he thinks ripped books are ok. And I wasn't sure how to react because of it. On the one hand, he wasnt getting upset, which I applaud. On the other hand, this is one time I wanted him to be angry. And then, the little stinker came up to me unprompted and offered me his last piece of cotton candy. It's always one way or the other. If they aren't driving me batty, they're making me laugh. Earlier, Teddy was dancing around in circles, making silly loud noises. And Peter followed him, doing the exact same thing. I love them. But I don't understand them. And I've heard it doesn't get any easier as they get older. Current Mood:  contemplativeCurrent Music: Peter's chatter |
zyada
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4:49p |
My little black boy, Shilla, died overnight. He liked to hide in plain sight by laying on anything dark colored - not a challenge when Mom prefers black clothes. He would sit in my lap and look soulfully into my eyes, willing me to give him pettin's. Or he would threaten to bite my hand until I called him on it. He would freak out if I sneezed, especially if he was in my lap. We got into the habit of saying "Sorry Shilla" when we sneezed, even if he wasn't in the room. When Bob cut up Bucherole cheese, he would beg for it. He never really realized that other people foods might be edible, but something in the smell drove him nuts. He had a bad knee (I always said it was an old football injury) and a tender tummy. But that never stopped him from playing. He liked playing with the evil bright red bug, and with the catnip bubbles. I swear he and Moody invented kitty soccer. He didn't like Mom picking him up - sort of like the teen boy who doesn't want Mom to hug him in front of his friends. "Mom, you're embarassing me!" He could get into some of the most doofus sitting positions I've ever see a cat get into. He and his littermate Moody were born on the anniversary of the marriage I was ending in 1999. They have always been the biggest symbol of the new life I made for myself after that. I'll miss my baby boy.  |
czarina69
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4:40p |
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czarina69
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4:15p |
*sigh* We have another one.
Dear retarded monkey, Do not take apart a water-proof, expensive watch, lose the screws, and then bring the whole, disassembled thing in a plastic baggie. That makes me mad. And trying to pass off eyeglass screws for watch back screws? That makes me want to set you on fire. This is a $100 watch, and you just destroyed it because you tried to save $10, and then had a poo-flinging tantrum and lost the original screws. They made it difficult to get into for a reason. Now you are trying to insult my intelligence by passing off eyeglass screws for the original screws. And also, you needed seven, and you only have five in the bag. Then you have a tantrum about the brand-new watch not working, and 'if I can't get it running, just pitch it?' You realize how foolish you look, right? We love having people pitching a fit in our store. It's a cheap floor show. And if you think you are anything other than cheap entertainment, you are fooling yourself. Sincerely, your friendly neighborhood jeweler. (I called her about the screws. She was sheepish, and thinks she knows where the other screws are. I have found taking the "stern librarian" tone works wonders.) |
the_gneech
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4:21p |
Sketch-A-Day, Jan 6 2010 -- Maedhroc
In order to warm up for Further Confusion, and also to keep my skills from atrophying by disuse, I'm going to try taking up the sketch-a-day habit again. I probably won't actually do a sketch every day, but hopefully I'll do more than I don't. Today we have Maedhroc, my little hobbitey warden from LotRO, investigating a spooky castle in Mirkwood.  Input welcome! -The Gneech Current Mood:  creative |
txtriffidranch
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2:07p |
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txtriffidranch
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1:55p |
It's raining iguanas, halleluia!
Yes, I'm very concerned for citrus farmers all along the Gulf Coast of the US, and with good reason. (The Cthulhufruit on my back porch can't handle freezing in the slightest, so it's already indoors, but I may have to bring in my grapefruit tree for a day or so. I have no idea how the hell I'm going to do that.) I'm even more concerned that the incoming storm front is going to mess with everyone across the country. However, the best sign as to how bad things are? Iguanas falling out of trees in South Florida from the cold. Considering that the big freeze of 1989 prevented the coqui frog from taking over Miami, maybe this freeze will have a silver lining if it knocks out some of the invasive species such as Burmese pythons and Nile monitors throughout Florida. Maybe. |
flemco
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1:20p |
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illian
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1:14p |
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stolenmilkcrate
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1:02p |
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maboo
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6:51p |
Writer's Block: Love is deaf
*glances at question* I don't think I need to answer this one, do we, boys and girls? We know exactly what I'm going to say. The sarky spesh says yes, as only the truly deaf can say yes to such a question... Current Mood:  amused |
flemco
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12:36p |
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txtriffidranch
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12:11p |
I'm living in my own private Tanelorn
It's 2010, and the Czarina is once again reminding me that I don't have a phone of my own. I argue that we have a perfectly good phone hooked into the wall, and that's the way I like it. I like being free of communications encumbrances while I'm biking to and from work, and I like even more being one of the only people at work who isn't having to leave meetings or discussions to take calls. It's not that I don't love you all, but I get enough random solicitors trying to get me to buy something I don't need (or tech recruiters who want me to quit a full-time job in order to commute to and from Houston every day for a two-week contract assignment) as it is. It's bad enough with the morons calling and texting each other in cars, but after having watched two absolutely spectacular bike crackups caused by maroons on cell phones running into telephone poles, well, I have the same reason for not contributing to the wireless noise that I have for not leaving comments for YouTube videos. I have even less reason to want to Websurf or text people while doing so. How ever, She Who Must Be Obeyed is insistent that she have some way of contacting me in that two-wheel Dreamtime, as well as those times when I get together with friends "for five minutes" and realize in the midst of conversation that it's well past three in the morning. I've been putting it off and putting it off, mostly because I'm looking for a mobile device that doesn't get in the way. Watching friends dropping theirs into toilets, leaving them in restaurants, and otherwise having a necessary appliance that's small enough to be destroyed in a casual manner made me even less interested in getting one. Until now. Yes, it's typical Wired technoweenie hype, but the Kempler & Strauss "W" watch phone is actually something I'd use. Watch, phone, calendar, and camera for $200 US...all in a form that guarantees me I won't have it falling out of my pocket somewhere. (Ironically, if they made a pocketwatch version, preferably with a huntsman's case, I'd be all over it right now.) Let me check on how well it resists water, such as in a typical Dallas gullywasher storm, and I just might take the plunge after all. |
debrafortune
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10:44a |
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medeaschild
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12:33p |
Lack of Oxygen
So I started the week feeling pretty up, high energy, doing stuff. Now I'm not sleeping well, tired all of the time. I'm thinking it has to do with the really dry air of my place, when I woke up today it took several minutes with kleenex to clear my nose... and it was mostly dried blood, which means I'm getting nosebleeds in my sleep and not breathing easily. Humidifier is on the list for today. I wish I had money. A friend of mine is not doing well and needs help getting to some doctor's appointments and dealing with being on major painkillers. I have spare time, so I'm volunteering. The world needs to clear, to be bright and well. My psych appointment went decently well. I got lost and showed up late and got yelled at for it, but on the upside she didn't have as much time for the intake BS as she wanted. We increased my Zoloft and talked about tranquilizers. Xanax is beloved because it comes with a near immediate rush - the feeling of instant relief is addictive and people end up taking 3 or more a day, since it wears off as fast as it shows up. Others last longer, but without that instant rush. She doesn't like prescribing commonly abused and addictive drugs that don't actually treat the underlying condition (anxiety). With all of that, we talked about how I use it. I don't need longer term anti anxiety relief. I use the Xanax maybe once a week, maybe less, to get ahead of my panicy moments, get myself to a point where I can calm myself down. I actually have pretty good coping mechanisms, if I can get the chance to use them. When the freak out comes up too fast, I can't get ahead of it. I'm willing to take something slower, and very willing to have the Zoloft actually take care of everything so I don't have freak out moments. I'm only concerned that the slower, stronger ones will make me dopey, and for longer. But I'm willing to try, if the Zoloft increase doesn't cut it. |
pepperlandgirl4
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9:58a |
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flemco
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10:47a |
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