Saturday, January 05, 2008

Personal Irresponsibility

January 5, 2008

On Bill Moyers’ Journal this week, a commenter noted that the press is spinning Clinton’s third place finish as a “rejection of Clinton”. It is no such thing.

I am not going to vote for Clinton, either, but that is not a rejection of her. I think Edwards is the best candidate for a number of reasons, but assuming he doesn’t get the nomination, I will enthusiastically support Obama, or Clinton. Hell, I’d prefer Mike Gravel over anyone on the other side except maybe Ron Paul. He’s the only Republican who doesn’t seem clinically insane.

If I could appoint a president who represented my values, it would be Kucinich. But any Democrat is yards better than the collection of the blind, stupid and utterly nutty that are running for the Republicans.

Can we have a moratorium on the phrase “Happy New Year”, please? It’s January freaking fifth. You don’t need to say anything to me, at all, really. Sometimes I really wish I was deaf.

Interesting piece about the writers’ strike on On The Media. I really don’t care, because, honestly, I very seldom watch television at all anymore. But the argument from the studios seems to be “well, we don’t know what our revenues are going to be from all this Internet stuff, so we can’t promise you a percentage.” Certainly it is true that whatever the writers get, the actors, directors, and producers will want as well. Let’s say it’s 20% of gross revenues for all of them. The studios will say, “well, what if we can’t make any profits only keeping 80% of gross revenues?” To which I would say, well, then, go out of business. If you can’t make a profit, then you’re too stupid to live. Someone will be smart enough to make money at this, and if it’s not you, well, too bad.

Funny how the Republican corporatists always seem to argue and scream and yell about personal responsibility, except when it comes to them? Why do I have to struggle to pay my bills while big companies get to whine to the government until they get massive tax breaks? Why is bankruptcy and poverty a good motivator for me, but not for a wealthy CEO?

Brilliant, brilliant Hardcore History by Dan Carlin this week, with special guest James Burke. Too good to summarize or otherwise relate here-just get it and listen. It's that good.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Monday, December 31, 2007

I don't

fucking get it.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Happy...yeah, what that guy said

December 28, 2007

Listening: Eagles Live, “Hotel California”

Would be a neat song for Guitar Hero.

This group always makes me think of Nicole, who I lusted after briefly in high school. She was a huge Eagles fan. Never got anywhere with her, though-she was one of those people who just seem disinterested in human interaction.

Nicole Fredette, where are you now?

Simon is ill. I know he’ll recover, of course, but I can’t help feeling a little bit of the gnawing fear that accompanies any illness in a child. When my own was that age, the slightest symptom would send me into circles of paranoia. I hope Simon’s parents aren’t going through that, although I know, secretly, to some degree, they probably are.

Or maybe everyone in the world is not exactly like me? That’s another theory.

I guess the Eagles settled whatever issues they had with ITunes, because when I was adding “Long Time In Eden” (verdict so far: blah) to my ITunes, the Eagles’ back catalog popped up, which it never had before. So I bought Eagles:Live, which we used to listen to hour upon hour back in the Apothecary days, my first real job. Sold Kevin McHale a newspaper on my birthday, 1987, and it was straight downhill after that.

Interesting thing, though: ITunes treats the downloaded Eagles: Live as a single 15 song unit-not Disc 1 and Disc 2, as I assume it would be if you bought it in a store and ripped it. I went to change it to the second disc, when I realized there was no second entry.

December 30,2007

Got a reply to a post, but it was only a spammer. I thought the whole sign in business was supposed to discourage that. Ah well. Crappy New Year, everybody.