in�som�ni�a (n-smn-)
n.
Chronic inability to fall asleep or remain asleep for an adequate length of time.
‹rant›why is “President” Bush such an idiot? He goes over to talk to Putin, puts on his war-monger hat, and starts hawking the ridiculous NMD idea. Having worked in aerospace (specifically on a portion of the NMD system) I know that it’s not even close to being able to defend us from full-on nuclear onslaught. In fact, if you recall the more terrestial example (NMD being a space-based system) that we all kept seeing on CNN, of the Patriot missiles impacting incoming targets during Desert Storm, that was, in reality, a few actual strikes, replayed from several angles. The true hit-ratio was closer to 1 of 20. Not to mention the dozen or so failed tests of the new system…
At any rate, Bush goes over to hawk the NMD thing, afterwards giving his American constituents some ridiculous observations such as:
…looked the man in the eye and found him very trustworthy… I wouldn’t have invited him to my ranch if I didn’t trust him.
I was able to get a sense of his soul…a man deeply committed to his country and the best interests of his country…
Well, my mind’s at ease. Thank goodness we have a leader who bases his world-effecting decisions on deep, longing looks into another world-leader’s eyes.
The very intelligent Vladimir Putin, in reacting to our suggested saber-rattling, has correctly pointed out how the escalation of our NMD system effectively voids the START I & II Treaties, not to mention the Anti-Ballistic Missile Treaty. Further, in response to Bush’s statements that we would proceed with NMD, whether or not Russia liked it, Putin declared:
When we hear statements that the programs would go with us or without us, well, we cannot force anyone to do the things we would like them to. We offer our cooperation. We offer to work jointly. If there is no need that such joint work is needed, well, suit yourself. We will reinforce our capability by mounting multiple warheads on our missiles, that will cost us a meager sum. The nuclear arsenal of Russia will be augmented multifold.
So, you see then, Bush’s overwhelming jackass-edness is now throwing us into another Cold War. Things were going great there for awhile. Everyone was dismantling their missiles, hanging out at McDonalds, and there were Levi’s for everybody. Now, though, we’re going to start seeing those old duck-and-cover commercials, and, new Joe McCarthy’s will pop up on every corner.
Thank you, President Bush, for negating 30 years of peace.‹/rant›
President Bush was stunned last month when told of the extent of the U.S. nuclear arsenal:
I had no idea we had so many weapons…What do we need them for?”
*sigh* Ah well, at least we’ve still got that Golden Dollar thing going for us…err, right?
I almost made pizza tonight. Half-way through the dough, though, I realized that I didn’t have any mozzarella…or sauce…or mushrooms…or even broccoli, onions, pineapple, etc. I do have dough, though, should any of those other items make their way into my apartment.
So I ordered a pizza in my failed one’s stead. It tastes somewhat of defeat�but mostly of cheese.
via Caterina:
Sometimes your friend stabs you in the back. There isn’t a lot you can do in these situations, except take the high road and remember that Dante put Brutus and Judas in the lowest circle of hell.
No, this has nothing to do with you; but, I shall remember it lest it ever does.
“But that’s fundamentally opposed to everything I’ve been taught!” – oft remembered outburst from a particularly stereotypical dork in one of my old Physics classes (thereby making me also a dork, by the way)
Lara Croft (I’m so confident that that must be the link, I’m not going to check it) is bouncing her way into the theatres with a vengeance this weekend, so I feel obligated to explain something:
I am good friends with someone named Lara, and she’s very particular about her name. Despite the fact that she’s now more recognized as sharing a name with a video-game character, instead of Lara of Dr. Zhivago like she should be, almost everyone she comes in contact with gets her name wrong in the first 2-dozen tries. The correct pronunciation is law-ra.. not lore-a, not low-ra, not lair-a… law-ra. You have been warned.
Besides, if you get it right, Angelina Jolie might go out with you.
“Just press on the hardware, or should I remove the power?” – foreign co-worker attempting to assist me in fixing his computer
I’m sure you’ve all driven by a road-crew at one time or another, and marveled that someone gets paid to stand out in the fresh air holding a slow or stop sign. You wondered how much of your tax dollars go towards employing an individual such as this. If you’re like me, you also wondered what the training program must be like, whether they ever get promoted to sign-holding and cone-placement, what sort of on-the-job wrist injuries they sue for…but I digress.
Driving around today, I saw a much more efficient road-crew, that had replaced their holder by way of a sawhorse with a sign leaned up against it. There�s something poetic about that.
I can only imagine what the designated guy must have felt like when he arrived 15 minutes late, and saw how easily he had been replaced. I�m sure he solaced himself with empty, internal compliments like, �Yeah, well, I can hold it higher than that stupid sawhorse� or �But where�s the human connection with the passerby?�the wave?�the nod?�
So, I hesitate to do this, but, I’ve already gone through flaky friends, uninterested friends, busy friends, friends of friends, and acquaintances of friends of friends, all to no avail. Therefore, if someone is interested, I have two extra tickets to Radiohead, June 27th @ Shoreline. Of course, you’ll be going with me and a friend of mine not in one of the above categories, so obsessed Stuff and Stuff fans should most definitely apply. If intrigued, e-mail me.
On the way to work, I rode past a business called Intuitive Surgery. I don’t know what that is, but I definitely don’t like the sound of it.
Patient: (rushing into emergency room) Doctor! Doctor! I was just hit by a car, and I’ve broken my neck! Help me!
Doctor: (bemusedly) Mmmmmm, I think it’s your spleen…
Patient: (writhing in pain) But Doctor! Can’t you see how my head is at this odd angle, and there’s a bone jutting out of my neck?!
Doctor: Mmmmm, no…mmmm-nope, I’m pretty sure it’s your spleen, I have this…feeling.
