Friday, April 28, 2006
Doesn't actually make feel oppressed though.
Nor does this:
But it's OK if you just think they're cool and want to buy one. Mr. Megyeri has formed a company and sells them. Everything looks friendly but is really mean. Or something like that.
I pushed a button, but they looked confused. I asked them if they needed help finding something. They said they needed to find the courtroom, that their grandson had a court appearance. There are courtrooms on many floors of the building, so I invited them to step off while I looked up the case for them. A receptionist handed me the court schedule and after a few moments I found the hearing.
It was not going to be a happy event. The schedule said that it was a criminal sentencing. The prosecutor listed has a caseload of 100 percent serious drugs and guns cases. They’ll be seeing the grandson in an orange jumpsuit, laceless shoes, and chains, and they won’t be allowed to talk to or touch him. And it was before a judge not especially known for his leniency.
I told them where to go, and they thanked me, said goodbye, and walked slowly off to the elevator again, his hand still at her elbow.
I later heard that the sentencing was continued for some reason, so the grandparents will be making one more trip to the courthouse. According to the case paperwork, the grandson is 27 years old. He was selling crack while carrying a 9 mm handgun. He had at least two prior state felony convictions, the latter for selling crack just a couple of years ago. It's all so backwards. The natural order is for grandkids to bring joy into their granparents' lives.
He’s about to find out about that federal sentences can be a whole different ball game. When he gets out of prison, he’ll be in his late-30s. (That's if he’s lucky. Depending on his criminal history, it could be much worse.) I hope the Bureau of Prisons designates him somewhere close, maybe to the nearest federal penitentiary, 140 miles away. Otherwise that sweet old couple is never going to see him again.
The target of the attack will not be brought back online and will be removed from the main network in the event they are the target of future attacks, so as not to negatively impact other clients.Powerline or Hugh Hewitt may have been the target ... they're still unreachable.
The MOB appears to be unscathed though. Draw your own conclusions.
UPDATE: The speculation is that the attack is related to the Pakistan government's list of banned web sites, namely its honoree Aaron's cc: (author of Aaron's Rantblog and Aaron the Liberal Slayer) and publisher of cartoons more offensive than the infamous Danish doodles.
Hewitt is up, but Powerline's still down...
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
"When you're in a zero-gravity environment, you're floating around and as soon as you go into rukuk (a prayer position), that motion will project itself forward, and maybe you'll do a somersault or go into some other direction. So you're going to have to be held down or something"I want to know how they're going to make the Tang hallaal.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
If food needed to be consumed, then let it be as little trouble as possible. My mother dreamed of a day when people would subsist on astronaut food (pills, and paste in tubes, basically). She really did. Until then, as far as she was concerned, canned and frozen nourishment would have to do. Was it tasteless? Mushy? Oversalted? A small price to pay.But my favorite bad mommy cook is the late mother of a co-worker who would put on meals so terrible that my co-worker would have to make sure to stop at McDonald's on the way to his annual Thanksgiving dinner visit.
I'm pretty sure my spouse doesn't fuel up before dinner--ergo my belief that I'm a decent cook. On the other hand, he often claims that he would be satisfied subsisting on astronaut food (especially when he's forced to clean up after my "decent" cooking). The eight year old certainly prefers items such as frozen chicken nuggets and microwaved hot dogs to my home-made Pasta al Mediterraneo. With an audience like this, don't you agree it's no wonder I haven't developed beyond "decent"?
Monday, April 17, 2006
For a while I felt blue, worrying that even my crockery has it in for me. Fortunately, I discovered that it's an equal-opportunity disaster. It's not just my cooking.
Friday, April 14, 2006
After almost two years of planning, the bobcat finally showed up this morning. It made short work of our overgrown bushes, to the great delight of the neighborhood kids. Our contractor kicked at the revealed dirt (mostly peat moss and wood chips) with disdain, muttered something about it being "crap" (he quickly apoligized to me for swearing) that needed to be replaced with presumably stronger more manly dirt, and has now disappeared.
I am sanguine. We love our contractor.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Today the Superficial complains of Ryan Seacrest's admission in People magazine that "I was overweight because I used to come home and eat a cookie sheet pan of nachos and watch Oprah every day of my life.":
I can sympathize with him being overweight, but why does he have to throw in that he used to watch Oprah every day? Everybody thinks he's gay, he's caught making out with Teri Hatcher, and now he admits to watching Oprah every day of his teenage life. If he's this determined to be made fun of, why not just send out a press release that says he was born with a vagina?If I had to guess, I'd say he was famous for being on American Idol. What do you know? I'm right! But it seems he's the host, not a contestant. A host with a vagina. What's so unusual about that?
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Friday, April 14 is the second anniversary of what I will always remember as Fabrizio Quattrocchi Day. That night please consider this suggestion. Buy a bottle of something Italian, get together with a few friends or family, and raise a glass in commemoration of the passionate life and noble death of a real hero.
For planning purposes, April 22 is Pat Tillman day.
Friday, April 07, 2006
I will not be investing in a new tuxedo. I've learned something over the past week: lusting after the baubles of others' approval is a fool's game. I am swearing off awards, and I hereby vow to return to what I do best--not blogging.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
"These cheap and derogatory remarks are beneath even a budget airline. We really have got to be more mature in our relationships."The provocation? Another cartoon (admittedly one with production values so crappy they don't even meet the standards of this low-brow blog) and some tart commentary on the transport disruptions caused by the recent French strikes ("Jet2.com condemns French strike action and calls for lazy frogs to get back to work.")
However, the lampooner (chief executive of Jet2), is concerned enough about the possibility of violence that a spokeswoman for the budget airline assured the world that "Mr Meeson [the cartooning CEO] loved France and had a holiday home there, although its whereabouts were not being advertised - for obvious reasons."
Everyone's a wuss.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Surprise surprise, now that she's safely in the U.S. she can finally set the record straight:
Durng my last night in captivity, my captors forced me to participate in a propaganda video. They told me they would let me go if I cooperated. I was living in a threatening environment, under their control, and wanted to go home alive. I agreed.It is disheartening to see how easily the U.S. media accepted the terrorists-are-really-nice-guys story. Look at her now:
Things that I was forced to say while captive are now being taken by some as an accurate reflection of my personal views. They are not. The people who kidnapped me and murdered Allan Enwiya are criminals, at best. They robbed Allan of his life and devastated his family. They put me, my family and my friends--and all those around the world, who have prayed so fervently for my release--through a horrific experience. I was, and remain, deeply angry with the people who did this.I also gave a TV interview to the Iraqi Islamic Party shortly after my release. The party had promised me the interview would never be aired on television, and broke their word. At any rate, fearing retribution from my captors, I did not speak freely. Out of fear I said I wasn't threatened. In fact, I was threatened many times.
Which Jill would you believe?