Archive for December, 2001
The Reason For The Season
Several of the tables in one of the hallways have been covered with white paper and have been written on in many different people’s handwriting in blue marker. There’s the usual merry christmas and a few people writing funny comments - but then, one of the statements that universally pisses me off.
JESUS IS THE [...]
What Sucks About The Movie Rating System
Rating movies according to their content allows viewers to dicriminate the content they and their children watch, without censorship. What I cannot stand about movie ratings are the subtle messages that are being projected.
Before I get into those messages, here is a refresher about the rating system. G: general admission, all ages admitted. PG: [...]
Freedom
And, sadly, it was still there.
All of it. Every morning, she awoke with the hope that the world was gone. Or that reality had changed. Or, at least, that she was someone else. Not living her life. Not living in her hell.
But, it was still there.
And, she hated it. How she hated [...]
Return To Sender
It has your address handwritten and a vaguely Christmasy address label for the return address. The letter is from someone you’re quite sure you’ve never heard of in your life. You open the envelope with trepidation - what if there’s anthrax in it, or what if it’s a letter bomb? Oh no, my friend. I’m [...]
A New Beginning
And I am saddened to see this. One of ways in which we, human beings, conceptual beings, are truly happy is are our ability to grow and learn. And that always means changing.
One of the main factors in the lack of people wanting to grow, learn, and change is facing the fact that they migth [...]
In Which Capital Letters are Overused Mightily in At Least One Paragraph, or…
Time after time, I see people whining for days or weeks on end that they can�t tell someone that they�re in love or just that they wanted to go to lunch with them next Tuesday. And then there are the ones who agonize over little choices and whether or not they should get more committed. [...]
Soaring
Why Grammar Is The First Casualty Of War
By Terry Jones, Monty Python member, writer and performer
http://www.portal.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2001/12/01/nterry01.xml&sSheet=/news/2001/12/01/ixhome.html
RealGirl
They called her Future Girl. It was a joke. It was for fun. But it was even true.
Smart, as she was. Joyous as she was. Knowing as she was.
She still lived in the future. Her dreams, her desires, her goals, were all placed in the Future. She did not live for today, yet for tomorrow.
Strong, [...]
The Best Magazine Ever
Unfortunately, it turned out that �Bob� had given me a subscription to Maxim.
If you are unfamiliar with Maxim, it is a tawdry pulp mag proudly displayed at the counter of finer convenience stores throughout this great nation. The magazine looks like it is assembled by a crew of sexually-frustrated 12 year-olds. The �content� can [...]
An Uncouth Poverty Manifesto
Never again.
Never again shall I be grateful and excited that someone is buying me lunch.
Never again will I hear a friend of mine say to his son, “Sorry, bud, but we don’t have money to eat a restraunt tonight.”
Never again.
Never again shall I get excited when I find a store of change.
Never again will my [...]
