November 23, 2004

TODAY'S LOVE NOTE

(Introduction)

Love is a burning desire,
That makes your heart light on fire,
Love is being with you,
Someone saying I love you, too,
Love is your tender kiss,
Something you don't want to miss,
Love is you and me,
And that is all I see.

(CAUTION: Romantics beware - comments may contain naughtiness)

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DEPENDS ON WHAT YOU MEAN BY "WE"

Via the Showcase, I found Dawn of SWFw/Attitude [Note: the permalink page seems to have display issues in Firefox. If you can't see it, try going to the main page & scrolling down to November 22 "Don't we owe them something?"] asking a question, which she sets up thusly:

I do volunteer work every Monday night at a local place that cares for kids who are in dire straits.[...]The ache in my heart sometimes comes from the fact that there is almost NEVER just one child from an unfit home -- there are almost always at least two and, most often, there are three or more.

I guess my "issue" tonight could be best put in the words of Keanu Reeves's character in the movie Parenthood: "You have to have a license to drive and you even have to have a license to fish. But they'll let any butt reaming a$$hole be a parent."

The question that vexes me tonight (and many Monday nights) is:
Why do we continue to let unfit parents procreate ?? [emphasis in original]

Dawn, I know you're just having a bad day, and you know the answer. You're only asking the question rhetorically out of frustration, the same way I continually ask, "My dog can come when I call him, why can't my beer?".

But let's say that your question was being asked by some crazy left-winger with no control over her mouth or brain who sees no necessary limitations on the power of government to do whatever it wants, as long as it's "for the children". I'll call her [picking a name completely at random] Teresa Hunts-Catsup, or THC for short - since she's obviously high on SOMETHING.

The problem with the question is the use of the word "we". "We" means "you & I, together". But in the question, THC doesn't mean "we". What she MEANS is "someone BESIDES me". What she's asking is for someone she doesn't know to go up to someone else she doesn't know and forcibly (albeit temporarily) sterilize them sexually. Generous woman that she is, THC is willing to pick up 1/100,000,000th of the tab via her tax dollars, since it means she doesn't have to get her hands dirty.

Here's the question she's NOT asking, but which really IS part of the "we": "Why do *I* continue to let unfit parents procreate?"

And the answer is "because I don't really want it bad enough to do it myself".

The thing is, keeping unfit parents from breeding IS something an individual could do. You could spend your time tracking down unfit parents and then bribing, cajoling, persuading, threatening or intimidating them (within the boundaries of civil law) until they accepted sterilization. But this means investing your own time & money, plus having to actually look the unfit parents in the eyes and say "I think you're an unfit parent, and I would prefer to see you sterilized."

Which is a hard thing to do, and I wouldn't blame anyone - even wacky liberals who like to see kids
running around naked - for not having THAT much dedication.

It just always makes me a little edgy to have people wishing for the state to do an unpleasant job for them that they aren't willing to handle themselves. History has shown FAR too often where such wishing can lead.

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LOOKING FOR YOUR JOKES

Nick of Patriot Paradox is collecting your (clean) jokes in the comments to this post, and hopes to make a regular Tuesday event of it.

Go & leave him your best material.

GEBIV & Bartender, you guys might as well stay home, since you fail the good and clean tests, respectively :-P

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November 22, 2004

TODAY'S LOVE NOTE

(Introduction)

Life is an ocean and love is a boat
In troubled waters it keeps us afloat
When we started the voyage there was just me and you
Now gathered 'round us we have our own crew

(CAUTION: Romantics beware - comments may contain naughtiness)

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JUST KEEP CLICKING. YOU'LL FIGURE IT OUT

I don't usually like games that require thought - I'd rather just blow stuff up - but this quaint little Flash conundrum compelled me to keep poking until I got satisfaction.

Which only SOUNDS dirty, because it's quite safe for work.

Assuming you're not actually supposed to be WORKING at the time.

[hat tip to LeeAnn of The Cheese Stands Alone]

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HEY ROCKY! WATCH ME PULL A RABBIT OUT OF MY HAT!

I love a good magic trick.

Probably my favorite is a little thing Beloved Wife does that she first showed me many years ago. I thought it was unique to her, but according to Dilip of Death Ends Fun (found via the Showcase), a lot of women have this particular sleight of... er... hand... in their repertoire:

And what was this lesson? How to remove a bra from one's person without first removing outer garment(s) from that selfsame person. That is, how to achieve such removal on one's own. Because we're not talking here about external personages effecting the said removals. That vital life lesson was left, we presumed and daydreamed about, for another day.

Yeah, it's the old "keep the shirt on, take the bra off" trick.

I don't know what it is, exactly, about this maneuver, but it has the same effect on me as roses, candlelight & diamonds have on women.

Think of it as "fabric V!agra".

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TODAY'S GRAFFITI CURRENCY

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[St. Jude - Anyone who gets this bill will be blessed with lots of money if you re-write this on 10 more bills]

Smelling opportunity, Bubba wrote this on his cable, electric, gas, water, phone, Visa, MasterCard, insurance, mortgage, and Porn-of-the-Month Club bills.

[hat tip to bloggranddaughter VW Bug of One Happy Dog Speaks for the pic]

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ONE LITTLE DAY OFF

GEEZ, TAKE ONE LITTLE DAY OFF

...and the British tabloids are all over my ass.

Now they're making slimy insinuations about my Naval service. That's REALLY going to far.

Looks like I have to avenge myself with:

SOCCER BADGERS!

Guinness & fighting!

Sheep & dirt!

Ninjas and lasers and gold!

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MEANWHILE AT ALLIANCE HQ

Precision Guided Humor Assignment Reminder:
How should International Dead Terrorist Day be celebrated?
Is due by 8pm Wednesday, November 24th. Late entries must be accompanied by a lame excuse.

Monday Linky Stuff

Late PGH: Election Reaction

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November 20, 2004

TODAY'S LOVE NOTE

(Introduction)

A Beautiful Marriage Vow

As I stand here today with the world as my witness,
I pledge to you my undying and everlasting love.
I will stand beside you as your partner,
I will stand before you as your protector,
And I will stand behind you as your solace.
Please spend and end your life with me.

(CAUTION: Romantics beware - comments may contain naughtiness)

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TODAY'S GRAFFITI CURRENCY

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Product of a disastrous genetics experiment involving DNA from Satan, Woody Allen, and Mick Jagger.

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CARNIVAL OF THE PAJAMAS #7

After spending a week in Jamaica, I barely even remember HOW to blog, much less how to dress for it, however, the rest of the blogosphere is NOT similarly afflicted, so the following folks demonstrate the meaning of "proper blogging attire":

Tammi of Road Warrior Survival thinks she knows how to dress for northern winter weather. Here's a hint sweetie - you wear that top number and you'll freeze your belly-button ring off. Better stick with that hot little Amish outfit (I didn't know they were allowed to have necklines THAT low!)

Boudicca of Boudicca's Voice has a little hair-control problem, but otherwise looking sweet in her blogging dayware. Just watch out for those big green guys who can't tell the difference between "hug" and "SMASH!"

Jeff of Au Fait wears the most uncomfortable outfit imaginable when he blogs, i.e. an ENTIRE FREAKIN' SAILBOAT! I hear those things tend to ride up in the back, which has got to be about a 9.5 on the Wedgie Scale.

Oh, and if you're a dolphin, then FLEE! FLEE FOR YOUR VERY LIFE! *SQUEEEEEE!*

Almost Tabitha of Blown Fuse prefers something more cozy, like this sweater & ice-cream-cake combo. Happy Birthday!

As for me, (Harvey of Bad Example) I had this one taken... let's just call it "a while ago", and... well, I didn't know there was a camera around. Anyway, I still think it's fairly comfortable blogwear. You'll probably want to click the picture so you can see the uncropped version ;-)

Finally my suggestion for the ladies next time: follow this woman and shop wherever she does.

hussy-3.jpg

Does The Gap have a Hussywear department?

Anyway, same rules for next week:

Post a picture of yourself (or a professional model whose picture you copied off some web page - like I'd know the difference anyway) in your favorite blogging attire. Leave a permalink in the comments to this post, send a trackback, or e-mail the link directly to me at harvolson-at-charter.net.

If you have trouble hosting images, you can send me the picture, and I'll post it for you, along with your description.

If you don't have a blog, but you're feeling particularly creative, same as above.

Entries due by 12pm CDT, Saturday, November 27th, and I'll post the round-up Saturday afternoonish.

And if I missed your entry, give a holler in the comments or to harvolson-at-charter.net

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November 19, 2004

TODAY'S LOVE NOTE

(Introduction)

Love is:
Running into her arms,
Colliding with her heart,
And exploding into her soul.

(CAUTION: Romantics beware - comments may contain naughtiness)

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MEANWHILE AT ALLIANCE HQ

Friday Linky Stuff

Filthy Lie Round-up: Evil Glenn's Theme Park

New Filthy Lie Assignment: Write an anthem for the Alliance of Free Blogs

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EVIL GLENN'S AMUSEMENT PARK

(A FILTHY LIE)

The following is a transcript of a conversation between myself and Glenn Reynolds.

Here's a llama, there's a llama
and another little llama,
fuzzy llama, funny llama,
llama, llama, duck.

What the...?

Looks like I must've taped over the first part. Just a sec

[fast forwards]

Ah. Here we go...

Harv: You built a hobo-themed amusement park in Berkeley?

Evil Glenn: Why not? They've got a thriving homeless population there, and I figured this would be a good way to keep them from getting all sterno'd up and wandering away before I could sacrifice them to Satan in exchange for the dark powers that keep me atop the ecosystem.

Harv: But what about the rest of the population? The gays? The college students?

Evil Glenn: Hobos, homos, hippies, hobie cats... whatever. Satan's not particular about spelling when it comes to unholy offerings. He's the Prince of Darkness, not an English teacher.

Harv: Funny. I thought my English teacher WAS Satan.

Evil Glenn: Your English teacher had horns and cloven hooves?

Harv: Well, she had horn-rim glasses. I couldn't tell about the hooves. She always wore heels.

Evil Glenn: Satan's not a woman.

Harv: [pause] This coming from a married man?...

Evil Glenn: ... Touché. Anyway, you'll LOVE Glennyland. It's got...

Where can you see lions? Only in Kenya.
Come to Kenya, we've got lions.
Where can you see tigers? Only in Kenya.
Got lions & tigers only in Kenya.
Forget Norway.

DAMMIT!

[fast forwards]

Harv: Ok, I'll admit the Bumcot Center sounds pretty cool - an entire city run by hobo-energy. It's hard to believe you found a way to extract power from layabout alcoholics. Sounds like something out of The Matrix.

Evil Glenn: Actually, it's based more on the Irish railroad-worker model of the 19th century, but it's almost the same thing.

Harv: I'll have to warn Matty O'Blackfive. Meanwhile, I really can't let you continue to destroy innocent lives like this. Prepare to be thwarted!

Evil Glenn: MUAHAHAHAHAHA! You are powerless against me! There's no way to prevent Glennylands from opening in every city of the nation!... Well, I suppose there is ONE exploitable flaw in my plan. If you...

BadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadger
MUSHROOM! MUSHROOM!

awwww CRAP!

[fast forwards]

Who loves the chocolate?
Everyone loves the chocolate.
Nobody hates the chocolate.
'Cos everyone loves the chocolate!

Son of a...

[fast forwards]

The treasure of Duck Pond Island will soon be mine!

Lousy piece o'...

[fast forwards]

Everyone loves magical Trevor
'Cuz the tricks that he does are ever so clever.

[fast forwards]

I've seen things, I've seen them with my eyes.
I've seen things, they're often in disguise.
Like carrots, handbags, cheese...


[fast forwards]

[tape breaks]

Ah screw it. Just watch this weird Korean cat/rabbit version of a Pepe LePew cartoon while I try to get Glenn back on the phone.

INSTAPUNDO DELENDA EST!

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QUOTE OF THE DAY

From Lynn of Reflections in D Minor.

I put this up at work so that I may contemplate her wisdom as I'm assaulted by customers who blather on like Sniffles the Mouse:

I guess, sometimes the need to have some kind of noise coming out of one's mouth is more important than saying something intelligent.

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CARNIVAL OF THE PAJAMAS #7: LAST CALL

Post a picture of yourself (or a professional model whose picture you copied off some web page - like I'd know the difference anyway) in your favorite blogging attire. Leave a permalink in the comments to this post, send a trackback, or e-mail the link directly to me at harvolson@charter.net.

If you have trouble hosting images, you can send me the picture, and I'll post it for you, along with your description.

If you don't have a blog, but you're feeling particularly creative, same as above.

Entries due by 12pm CST, Saturday, November 20th, and I'll post the round-up Saturday afternoonish.

See the CotP category for previous round-ups.

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November 18, 2004

DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO DEFEAT SPAM FILTER

Gotta give spam-boy creativity points for this little gem I found in my inbox:

Any purple eraser is on fire. Our hairy ram calms-down and still a given expensive laptop makes sound. A given bluish golden round-shaped beautiful slopy glasses makes sound. Any beautiful cat stinks. A purple silver camera lies or maybe a tall baby calms-down. Their red fancy gun stares as soon as their well-crafted house adheres. Her beautiful exam book fidgeting. A given round round-shaped slopy tv stares. Mine little beautiful ram show its value while his brothers tall white book calculates. A given shining round soft wine prepare for fight. Our children fancy eraser makes sound. Mine stupid exam book smiles. His green wine is on fire. A slopy mobile phone arrives. Our bluish golden camera sleeps. A smart ipaq got an idea. Her fancy spoon lies while the little bra adheres. His brothers round glove smiles. Her daughters small baby makes sound.

I'm half-tempted to click the porn link that came with it as an homage to his efforts.

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TODAY'S LOVE NOTE

(Introduction)

I love that you get cold when it's seventy degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.

(CAUTION: Romantics beware - comments may contain naughtiness)

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TODAY'S GRAFFITI CURRENCY

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[For Bubba - Tell Him To Leave You Alone Tonight]

Somewhere in the distance, Dueling Banjos began to play...

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