All posts tagged with "current-events"

I never really understood how a change of scenery keeps my work from being oh-so-boring. I've actually had a lot to do, and interesting things to work on. I've got a view of every out-building on the 3900 block between Claycut Rd. and Capital Heights, and I'm still itching for a change.

You can find out what buckets Facebook put you in for the purposes of selling you adds and selling your information to advertisers. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but they are not very good at categorizing you.

Perhaps today marks the end of a free press, the end of US participation in NATO, and open season for pussy grabbing. But then again, maybe it won't be quite that bad. Here are some reasons to be happy about where we are.

I thow out a new conspiracy theory, and I float an old one that I kind of buy into.

I keep hearing something that is turning me into a deranged, foamy-mouthed lunatic. I'm not sure if this has just started, or if I've just started noticing. But I keep hearing people say "bolth" instead of "both." Are these maniacs stooges for the "L" lobby? Also, comments on a podcast, some journalism, and a sailboat electronics installation. It's not as disjointed as it sounds.

I gotta start checking in on Nancy Grace again. Her intro for 2 Chainz is the funniest clip I've seen in a while. Also she's batshit crazy. If the intro isn't enough to break you up, listen to her say "Smoking a big fat doobie" at 2:12.

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I was just reflecting on a couple of the missed opportunities that I let get by recently. Sometimes, you get a perfectly good -- maybe even great -- web log entry staring you in the face, and you get busy doing other things and never get it posted.

All of the talking heads and advertisements were really getting on my nerves. Especially the past couple of weeks. Yesterday I said that if there was a runoff in our Senate election, and if that meant I have to see the advertisement with David Vitter's premature babies one more time, I would yank out my own tongue and strangle myself with it. Vitter won, sparing me the horrible decision of having to watch that commercial any more or to take my own life in a most horrifying and painful manner.

For the last couple of days, I have been watching coverage of the Scott Peterson trial on television. And I haven't just been watching the same panelists on Larry King. No, I'm in Northern California, and I get trial coverage right on the local news. The only real difference that I see in the trial coverage is the abudance of those courtroom drawings of the trial in action.

I had a most unimpressive conversation with a campaign worker for David Vitter last night. Vitter is running for a soon to be vacated U.S. Senate seat for Louisiana. She started by asking if I was "Mister McClood." (She was working on an old telemarketing list. Mrs. theskinnyonbenny's maiden name is McLeod, but it was even mispronounced. Not to mention that there never was a "Mr. McLeod" at our phone number.)

Gratefully, Hurricane Ivan turned out to be a non-event for Baton Rouge. Yesterday was the day of anticipation. The storm was due to hit land in the evening. I was whipped all day long. After my 3:30 - 7:30 AM journey to secure Velvet Elvis, I headed in for a full day of work. Needless to say, I was dragging ass, with red eyes from lack of sleep and dirty contacts.

I went outside at 3:20 this morning. Yes, it's pretty crazy to be up that early, but I find myself in the hour when only the crazies are awake from time to time. My mission this morning was to drive to Mandeville and back to secure Velvet Elvis before Hurricane Ivan blows through. Traffic had been ridiculous during the day, so I figured I would go out when it was only me and a few other nuts.

The media and my own television have been focused this week on the Democratic National Convention. Try as I might to write about the only thing going on, it's very hard to find an interesting spin on the proceedings.

The ideal hurricane is just strong enough to provide some impressive weather, shut off the power for the day, pull down some limbs, and keep you home from work. It can't do any real, serious damage, but it still has to get the office to close down, just in case. It's a tall order for any weather phenomena, and my hat is off to God when he pulls off the ideal hurricane.