The Men Who, uhm, Stare At Goats, Sheep and Other Beasties.

The following rant is NFSW.

The Death March Of Serial Outrage that is the 2011-2012 legislative season continues with this tasty bit from the state of insanity that is Florida. It took just three tries for the Florida legislature to pass a law banning, you guessed it, sex between humans and animals.

This news is a bit mind-twisting in several ways.

Of course, how can anyone oppose such an worthy goal? Why did it take three tries to pass a law to save Bessie the Cow from human molestation? How could PETA face such enormous opposition in lobbying this through the FLA lege?

There is a second point to consider. This nation has far bigger problems than man-on-goat sex. Florida, like the rest of the United States, is in the grip of a severe economic downturn. Millions of people are unemployed and / or losing their homes to often fraudulent foreclosures. Woe, misery and despair stalk the land. The Great American Middle Class is being systematically destroyed bit by bit by a political and economic regime determined to wrest every last scintilla of monetary value from it before casting the drained carcass aside like an empty beer can. Decent jobs are fleeing the country. Nationally, we have a House majority that is willing to play financial doomsday "chicken" with the nation's debt ceiling to force passage of further draconian spending cuts. This same cabal wants to throw future senior citizens (like, well, almost all of us, eventually) to the wolves of the private medical insurance industry with Medicare vouchers and rob them of the benefit of a dignified retirement by killing Social Security.

Yet, with this plethora of unsolved issues and unaddressed problems, the state legislature and governor of Florida cannot be bothered to work on resolving, they could find the precious time to pass a law against bestiality.

And they wonder why people hold legislators in such low esteem.

Scary Clown Sex Education?

Yes. Sadly.

Boobs lost at sea...

The less said, the better.



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Now playing: Scrotum Pole - Boobs
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Wii are NOT amused!

Two words: Vagina Hero

Ceiling H. Cat, what next?

Not Safe For Work . . .

. . . to the max

Happy Valentine's Day, Texas . . .

Sex Toy Ban overturnd by court. Legislature to reconvene, President to return to Crawford.

The Less Said, The Better . . .

Just. Plain. WRONG!

"Oh God . . . Oh GOD!!"

Yes, Jesus loves you.

This one's rated "NSFW"

SotR 2007-11-20

My cough is easing a bit but it is still not quite right. My doc says it cannot be allergens from the wolves here or I'd have reacted right away. She had the nurse take a culture of my throat. My right leg has three or four very small, shallow wounds left. The drainage is minimal.

On the lighter side, at least I've found a bus within walking distance of the house that runs on Sundays. Not only that, it also connects to the bus I need for work on Saturday! This is a big help, but the last bus from work still runs too early for me to use to get home. I am beginning to feel a bit housebound on Sundays when I don't game. Not to mention that I'd really like to see Beowulf.

/checks eTran schedule . . .

Nope, no way to get to either PCJ, but it looks like I may be able to make it it to Panera Bread on Howe on Sundays. Bus 56 to Meadowview Light Rail to Marconi Arcade and Bus 87 up Howe Ave. Just like my basic wound care run every Monday.

Slight change of direction here: you remember my rant about transit the other day? I received more unwanted insight into human sexuality today from one side of a too-loud cell phone call. What is it with you people? What transpires in bed between you and your partner(s) should be between you, them and the Gods. Why in the name of Freya do you have to talk about it so loudly that no passenger lacking headphones could avoid hearing about your happy times in the sack?

Don't get me wrong: I have NOTHING against sex. Consensual sex is nothing less than sacred. Nor is the annoyance from what I overheard the result of frustration in a guy who is currently not in a relationship. I'm annoyed at the sheer inappropriateness of having this conversation in a public place.

This week's going to be a fun one . . . hell-i-day off Thursday for Turkey Day, and Wednesday I get off at 4 or so, Finally, a day where I can catch the bus home without the quarter-mile "I hope I get there in time" walk! The geekend will be bizarre with Friday and Saturday being either very busy or kind of slow.

The very best thing about Leo . . .

Two words: TIME MACHINE.
Time Machine is the very best single reason for a Mac user to buy and install Leopard . . . and of you are a Windows user, the very best reason to go get a new Mac. Time Machine is a backup and restore utility. In a word, you can, at need, "go back in time" and restore your entire system or even a single file from any 1-hr increment in the last day, any day in the last month and any month thereafter. So, if in the middle of writing your master's thesis your MacBook Pro's internal HD packs it in, if you have TM and an external hard disk, you can restore the last backup (not to mention OS X, all your preferewnces, email, etc) of your thesis once the hard disk is replaced, and on you go.

You can restore a single file, your whole iTunes Library or thw whole fscking startup partition. No more need to use Target Disk Mode and another Mac. No more "log in as root, drag and drop your Home folder (c:\Documents and settings\yourname for you windows users) and HOPE you got it right." For some users, enabling the OS X "root" account is like handing a drunk with Tourette's Syndrome a greased grenade . . . only "sudo rm -R /* is capable of more damage in less time (think dropping to DOS, cd c:, then del *.*). No more Retrospect, .Mac backup 3.x (not a bad program, but it's about as intuitive as brain surgery when compared to TM) or needing to rely on a non-Apple solution.

Best of all, TM does this silently and automaticly..

Windows, by comparison, has "system restore" which is great for restoring Windows system files . . . but it does nto do jack about your master's thesis or your email, pics, music, videos or porn.

I had been looking forward to buying a new external hard drive to try this feature out once my finances allowed for it. Fortunately for me, I won a nice 250 gigabyte USB 2.0 drive today for quarterly sales performance. This is plenty of space to allow me to back up the 100 GB drive in my MacBook (currently about 40 gigs free). I'm going to put at least three partitions on the disk: one OS X for TM (I'm going to names it "HD Welles"), one also OS X (one just big enough to serve as a 10.5 startup disk, probably named "DaVinci" -- as in Leo-nardo) to install Leopard so I can boot off this drive at need and one formatted for FAT32 (Disk Utility does not speak Windows NTFS) so my good friends Michelle and David can back up their docs/music/pics/etc/omg/wtf/bbq.

Since the disk will be partitioned three ways, I think I'll call it "Gaul." Of course, people will look at me funny (not that they don't do that already . . .).

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Listening to: Styx - Suite Madame Blue
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In the dark future of the 41st Millenium . .

. . . there is only Hello Kitty!

The Altoids link is Not Safe For Work At ALL.

Three Little Words...

Organic Personal Lubricant.

Not safe for work at all.

Wonder if it is vegan? Help! I've just keeganed my poor brain.



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Listening to: Grateful Dead - Uncle John's Band
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The Wurst is Yet To Come . . .

NSFW. Brain bleach recommended. You have been warned.

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Listening to: Emerald Rose - Merry May Folk
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