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The Plot Thickens
July 15, 2005
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So, Annie busted ass on this comic for you and is too tired for a rant, and is sorry that she doesn't have the energy to write one. So you get me instead, joyful day eh? Anyways...
Of course all sorts of stuff has been going on in the news over the course of the last couple weeks and months, but I'll keep discussion of lying asshats out of polite rant posting.
On my cab ride from the airport this afternoon (I was in the Bay Area for Monday noon - Thursday noon for work), I got a ride from a fellow who was offering 4x6 cards with various urls, radio stations, etc., which seek to send individuals off to any one of a dozen or more humanist web pages. We had a nice conversation, and I tipped him as is customary for such services in the way I normally do (generous).
On the airplane, I sat next to a fellow who got made fun of by the female flight attendant for wearing a Cubs hat, "What the heck are you doing out here with a Cubs hat? Don't you know we've had nearly a dozen ball clubs come and go out of California, all of whom have whipped the Cubs more times than I can count?" The guy also didn't seem concerned (or influenced) by the airline instructions to turn off all portable electronics devices during takeoff and landing. He was running his iPod nonstop for the entire flight (violation of federal aviation regulations, but we lived). One would hope that if one is that attached to their quaint little music box that they would at least listen to good music, but alas, he was destroying his hearing to the screechings of bad country music. Turn it up my friend, reduce your pain.
For those of you who like country music, don't let me poop on your preferences; I'm burnt out on music. What do I mean? I can really only stand listening to music that I can control for very short periods of time. There gets to be a point where I just don't want to listen anymore, where silence is quite wonderful to my ears. There are a few exceptions to this, Freezepop is good for a while, and if I can catch some 1920-1970 era Jazz, that'll make me smile for a bit longer. Toss in some ballad by an alternative female rocker from the late 90's for some variety, and heck, I may have the patience to drive to and from Annie's work without wanting to pull out our stereo (35 minutes roundtrip).
If you didn't catch the tone of that last paragraph: don't buy me an iPod for anything...unless you expect me to install iPod linux on it and use it as a portable hard drive.
Got up around 19 hours ago, and I'm running on empty. Goodnight.
- web guy Josiah
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