Archive for April, 2003

Sunday, April 27th, 2003

Cool resource:

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Tuesday, April 1st, 2003

Truly disturbing news story here. Particularly disturbing line:

Remember, Optimus Prime will always be there for you ... no matter the cost, because freedom is the right of all sentient beings. Autobots! Transform and roll out!

[thoughts directed in the general direction of the author:]

You know, I’m glad that freedom is the right of all sentient beings.

I hope you don’t keep dogs.

No, seriously, doesn’t that include the freedom to be alive? I’m guessing, since your son just changed his name to a transformer doll and is off to perform acts of random violence in iraq, you’re for the war. It’s just a guess. I might be wrong.

So Optimus is off to kill a lot of innocent people in order to protect us from weapons of mass destruction that Scott Ritter, a ex-marine and cheif U.N. weapons inspector, says those people don’t have.

Yah, this is really great. I mean, I think Optimus might be a bit dissillusioned when he realizes he’s been had. I know I would. You sign up to help protect the american way of life, and it turns out the way we do that these days is by killing innocent people over weapons that don’t exist.

I’m sorry, Optimus. We didn’t fight hard enough to keep King George’s hands off you.

Welcome back to the dark ages, folks. Only these are gonna be digital dark ages. Fight hard for peace.

Yah, that’s a phrase that really works.

This leaves us with the uncomfortable position of not being able to do anything violent. But we can’t give up, either..

I know there are many web communities discussing this right now..

Hope someone comes up with something good. 😉


Tuesday, April 1st, 2003

My dog, Daisy.. well, my parents’ dog, really, but the dog I grew up with, and the dog who comes to mind immediately when canine ideals of perfection are discussed, is dying. She has perhaps six months to live.

I remember bringing her home in a laundry basket when she was a little tiny puppy – it’s hard to believe her entire life has come and gone.

I mean, it’s been a good one. She’s been happy, healthy, and boisterous her entire life. Even now, from what I hear, she still acts perky and healthy – it’s only the blood tests which say her canine days are numbered.

My mother says she looks at each day of the short time remaining to Daisy Wogdog as a gift. I suppose all of our days and hours and minutes of life are to be looked at that way. But still..

Why must everything die?