Nothing New

I am wildly, passionately, madly, head-over-heels in love with my wife.
Who has been much funnier than I have, the last week or so.
If you read this, baby, I love you, I love the boys, and I love that I am your husband.
🙂

Fark me.

I really want to add a new entry in the ever-expanding saga of SpongeBob Vega$Pants, and his adventures across the 9th dimension.
Really, I do.
But the thing is, the story is filled with lots of very funny things that happened, and I’m not feeling very funny the last couple of days.
I’m feeling really sad. I’m feeling really scared, and I’ve been feeling really depressed.
Thing is, I can’t get those firefighters out of my head. I can’t stop thinking about the people who were on cell phones with their loved ones when the towers came crashing down. I am haunted by the images of people holding hands as they jumped out of the World Trade Centers.
I get angy, and I think, “I hope they find the people who are responsible for this, and I hope they bring back some of those torture methods from the middle ages…I want to be able to watch ravens pick at the bodies of the terrorist leaders, while they die slowly, and painfully.”
Then I think, “I have a 12 year old step-son. If Bush & Co. get us into this multi-year conflict, he could be sent off to Afghanistan to fight in our next Vietnam.”
Truth is, I don’t know how to feel. But I’m getting tired of this “If you’re not with us, you’re against us! My country, right or wrong,” attitude that pervades every place I go.
Fark linked to my WFS story, and someone pointed out my Noam Chomsky entry. And now they’re saying things like:

09-22-01 02:25:33 PM Reave
I am more interested in his previous article ( http://www.wilwheaton.net/greymatter/archives/00000051/*.php )
He is suggesting that basically the US shouldn’t retaliate and just let whoever – bomb the US into oblivion while we try to make peace. Peace is not a bad thing, but I think you need to defend yourselves.

Camelot

This was sent to me this morning, by Matt.
You must have good bandwidth and Realplayer, or Windows Media player.
Holy Grail: LEGO style.
I’m meeting my wife for breakfast. There’s a good chance there may be another chapter in the saga of SpongeBobVega$Pants today….

Change that diaper, Mr. Cooksey.

From The Baton Rouge Advocate: U.S. Rep. John Cooksey, R-Monroe, told a network of Louisiana radio stations Monday that someone ‘wearing a diaper on his head’ should expect to be interrogated in the investigation of terrorist attacks on the Pentagon and New York City.
Here’s the full quote: “If I see someone (who) comes in that’s got a diaper on his head and a fan belt wrapped around the diaper on his head, that guy needs to be pulled over.”
A diaper? Did I read that correctly? Let me look again.
Holy crap. A United States Representative actually said that.
Time to unwrap the poison pen.
I fired off this letter to the un-distinguished gentleman:

Rep. John Cooksey
113 Cannon House Office Building
Washington, D.C.
20515
20 September 2001
Dear Rep. Cooksey,
I read your remarks regarding racial profiling today in The Baton Rouge Advocate:
“If I see someone (who) comes in that’s got a diaper on his head and a fan belt wrapped around the diaper on his head, that guy needs to be pulled over.”
These remarks are not the remarks of someone who is worthy of a position in our government. Your remarks, sir, are ignorant, disgusting, and racist. I expect much more from a member of congress.
We Americans turn to you, our elected leaders, to provide leadership and guidance, especially during times such as these, when our democracy is threatened, and our population is frightened and confused.
A great leader once said,

Kettle, Meet Pot. Pot, Meet Kettle.

I was just reading the comments from the Vega$ trip, and laughing along…I think I have some very cool readers, and I feel like there’s some supercool community happening here…I like that.
In there, I found this link to some pictures from the Vega$ show…so I followed it, in the hopes of snarfing some of them for my photo album. See, the light in the ballroom wasn’t exactly conducive to great pictures, and the one I have of me…well..it’s just…yeah.
So I went there, looked at the pictures, and read the comments.
And I am so fucking enraged, and indignant, and incredulous, that I posted a comment myself, but, even after walking Ferris (who is female, BTW), so I could calm down, I am still all hopped up, and I’m giving it it’s own entry, so everyone can see it.
I’m multi-faceted. You’ve seen my funny facet, you’ve seen my political facet. You’ve seen my romantic facet. Now, cast your gaze upon my indignant, outraged facet…if you dare!

In regards to the comments at TrekkBBS:
WTF is wrong with those people?! I mean, don’t they get it? People like those, who criticize Jennifer and Ethan, and call Garrett by his own name, and then by his character’s name, in the same sentence…(“Garret, what’s…blah blah…I mean, Harry can grow up…blah blah…”)
Dude, people, GET A FUCKING LIFE!!
It’s nimrods like you, who sit behind your computers munching fritos and wrestling with the great dilemma: “Watch Xena, tape Farscape? Watch Farscape, tape Xena?! What to do?! Help me, Q! Someone! Help me!” People like you who make us not want to go near a convention, EVER!! So fucking what if Ethan was wearing shorts. It was over 100 degrees in Vega$!! Would you rather he wear a fucking spacesuit?! Listen up, assmonkeys: It is people like you who give all star trek fans a bad name. It is because of people like you that normal people are afraid to admit that they like the show, and have to apologize for watching it.
Who the fuck are you to criticize us? Huh? Put the pizza down, and step away from the star trek monoply, folks.

*pant*
*pant*
*faint*