Monthly Archives: September 2004

When a Debate Isn’t

Connie Rice details why tonight’s debate is nothing but:

A debate is a head-to-head, spontaneous, structured argument over the merits of an issue. Under the ridiculous 32-page contract that reads like the rules for the Miss America Pageant, there will be no candidate-to-candidate questions, no rebuttal to your opponent’s points, no cross questions or cross answers, no rebuttals, no follow-up questions — that’s not a debate, that’s a news conference.

Though I wished this was actually in the rules:

Candidates shall at no time insert fingers in their own throats to signify urge to vomit.

Asian Pacific American Toychest

Ernie introduces Lauren, The Asian-Pacific-Islander Spoken Word Poet Doll:

Lauren would come in a cardigan sweater and a pair of fabulous black, horn-rimmed glasses, where she would stand quietly. Stand quietly, of course, until you pull the string in the back – then she because Angry Asian-American Activist Lauren, where she would scream epithets about racial inequality, the “model minority,” and race quotas in the UC system in perfect iambic pentameter. Sample phrases would address the objectification of Asian American women, references to obvious Asian pop culture like Hello Kitty and yell, because spoken word poets like to yell a lot.

Windows VPN Assistance

Any of you geeks know jack about VPNs in Windows XP? My boss is trying to get us set up with VPN for some filesharing and we are having a bear of a time. And it’s not because we’re Luddites – my boss is a grade A uber-geek. We’ve been Googling and tinkering for two days now. If you have any contacts/info/know-how, let me know!

Depleted Uranium Blamed For Soldier’s Newborn’s Deformities

Spec. Matthew holds his deformed daughter.

Another way the War comes back home.

Juan Gonzalez, who co-anchors Democracy Now, continues his expose on depleted uranium in the war and the ensuing cover-up.

The Army transferred him to Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington for further tests, but doctors there could not explain what was wrong. Shortly after his return, his wife, Janice, became pregnant. On June 29, she gave birth to a baby girl, Victoria Claudette. The baby was missing three fingers and most of her right hand.

Shaun of the Dead

Matt and I went to see Shaun of the Dead on Sunday. It was good to hangout with him. It is so funny that we all have our own lives now and our time to together is a respite from those lives – instead of the entire reason for th em. I love his girlfriend. She is so fantastic and energetic and cute and un-damaged.

When I saw the previews for Shaun of the Dead I didn’t think I’d want to see it but once I found out that it was a British import than I thought perhaps it’d have less American-style Jim-Carrey humor and be geared toward more British-style witticism and lunacy. Which it was. Plus, it had a heart. I love horror movies with a heart. It really is a solid romantic comedy along with being a solid horror movie.

The beginning is great because as the zomb-pocalypse begins our hero doesn’t notice. People shuffling through their miserable lives look surprisingly like sans-braineating undead. That entertains the question, what if the end of the world is happening right now but is so similar to our daily life that we don’t even notice? I often thought that the rapture/apocalypse wasn’t going to be one giant concentrated, sped-up event but that the worst part about the end of the world would be if things gradually just slowed down, further and further until it all just finally stopped.

Making Adobo

I have tried to find my ink pens that I use to write my daily handwritten journal to no avail. I’m a snob. I’ll only write my journal with Pilot Precise .2 mm ink pens. It’s just a strange standard I’ve picked up. I’ve sometimes gone to Walgreens in my pyjamas to buy some pens to write in the morning. <lecter>But not today.</lecter> I have written a Journal entry on the blog so here goes.

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