flog

No, goddammit, I just typed it incorrectly. Shut the fuck up and let me type it in again.

You sure they're not French?

Images by Tyrone Greene ...
Dark and lonely on the summer night.
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
Watchdog barking - Do he bite?
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
Slip in his window,
Break his neck!
Then his house
I start to wreck!
Got no reason --
What the heck!
Kill my landlord,
kill my landlord.
C-I-L-L ...
My land - lord ...

A brief essay on trusted computing before that was a Microsoft buzzword.

Warning! High voltage
electrical equipment.
Do not enter. -George

this is unintentionally funny.

I wouldn't say spanking is an expression of love (you really need to have fundy word warp fully engaged to equate violence with love), but there are moments where the most effective way to gain a child's attention is to smack them right hard on the ass.

I'm quite willing to accept I lack parenting skill, but I have a hard time believing that my lack of skill has anything to do with the scattered attention and lack of impulse control common to 4 and 5 year olds that ends up in the total breakdown of social controls and communication, usually leading to me abusing striking my child. But I think we can all agree that someone who suggests "When children challenge defiantly, you must win conclusively" is not someone who you ought to be taking child-rearing tips from.

Russia sharply criticized Israel over its onslaught against Lebanon, now in its ninth day, sparked when Hezbollah militants captured two Israeli soldiers. The Russian Foreign Ministry said Israel's actions have gone "far beyond the boundaries of an anti-terrorist operation" and repeating calls for an immediate cease-fire. At least 306 people have been killed in Lebanon since the Israeli campaign began, according to the security forces control room that collates casualties. In Israel, 29 people have been killed, including 14 soldiers. The U.N. has said at least a half- million people have been displaced in Lebanon.

It must be my face, because whenever I come into the proximity of law enforcement, they must needs hassle me.

I pulled into the commuter lot this morning, as I do everyday, to await my fellow commutron, JTA's arrival. As I do everyday when it's my turn to drive, I didn't park in a space, but rather pulled off to the side on the far end of the parking lot under an overhanging tree (it saves me the trouble of having to back out). Some days I arrive at the lot before JTA, other days JTA arrives before me. Today, I was the early one.

As I pulled in, there was a white Ford Explorer either just arriving or just leaving. The SUV was parked laterally across 4 parking spots and had the reverse lights on. After I parked and turned off the car, I see that the SUV driver is actually a K-9 cop who is ostensibly going to play ball with his dog in the grassy area adjacent to the parking lot. This goes on for about 7 minutes, and he eventually goes back to his vehicle. After another 5 minutes, I see the Ford pull out of its parking spaces and notice that, lo, the vehicle is now parked beside me with the passenger window down. I turn off my radio so I can hear what the cop has to say.

  law abiding citizen: oh. hello.

              asshole: You waitin' for someone?

  law abiding citizen: yeah.

              asshole: Someone on a train?

  law abiding citizen: no.

              asshole: ...

  law abiding citizen: ...

              asshole: ...

  law abiding citizen: It's a guy I commute to work with.

              asshole: Commuting? Ok. I gotta ask.

  law abiding citizen: <turns away from asshole and turns radio back on>

              asshole: ...

  law abiding citizen: <jams to desert sessions vol 3&4 track 3>

              asshole: ...

  law abiding citizen: <figures this is when the hard core hassle will begin>

              asshole: <drives away>

Not only does the asshole not "gotta ask", but in the absence of any probable cause, his asking is a violation of my privacy. If he really had any reason to suspect I was up to no good, then the appropriate thing to do would have been to stay in the parking lot and watch what I was up to.

Let's say for the sake of argument, I was the author of a nefarious plot. I'm going to "attack the train tracks" adjacent to the parking lot or something equally devious and terroristy. In what way did the asking deter me. His asking did exactly as much for security as the questions you are asked by ticket agents at airport check-in. The cop knew I wasn't up to anything, but still thought he needed to hassle a citizen lest he not uphold the stereotype of cops as blazing pricks with an inferiority complex.

  Voodoo lady, shakin' that stick, you drivin' me crazy.

  You eyes are red and hazy.



  Doing that stuff that you do.

  Messin' me up with your voodoo.

Resolving the rhyme to "you do" with voodoo sounds as right as to me finishing do-re-mi with la-ti-do. Is that lame? [Listen]

I just caught this short about movie piracy on IFC, pretty goddamned funny. Be sure to check out the Video section of Randy's website for extra clips not in the short.

While at Atom Films, looking for the "Who Makes Movies", I found this apathetic porno, which is also quite funny.

How quaint, the internet worm of 1988.

I have 2 alarm clocks because I find waking up difficult enough that I need to be alerted when it's nearly time for me to be alerted. My first line alarm clock is this lame "wake you up gently with gentle light bulb diffusing light prior to the 200 dB alarm going off".

As I looked over this morning as my first alarm clock went off, I swear the diffused light looked just like the Trinity explosion 0.025 s after detonation. I should probably stop reading about the bomb now.

  Leave when I ask you to leave, Lucy.

  Please fall away from me, Lucy.

  Oh, go, little girl.



  See now(?) I'm so broken up about you, Lucy.

  Mean treatin' me and done me harm, Lucy.

  Been in love with you and your charms, Lucy.

  Oh, go, little girl.



  I'm in love with you, Lucy.

  You got my heart.

  You got my heart.

  Oh no!

  

  You tear me apart.

  You just won't let me go!

  You hold on so tight, so tight, I just can't breath.

  Now, Lucy, leave, Lucy.



  Leave when I ask you to leave, little girl.

  Please fall away from me, little girl.

  Yeah, go, little girl.



  See now I'm so broke up about you, Lucy.

  Yeah. 

  Go.

  

Why in god's name would a search for bomb scaffold return hits to porn sites?

Doctored photo #4, #6 is driving me nuts.

This book is about trouble in cyperspace.

How to avoid being arrested by the cops

Nietzsche, the philosopher/lunatic once said, "That which does not kill me, makes me stronger.", but he never went sledding with a bunch of Scottish school children.

Yesterday was TDIClub's (originally Fred's TDI Page) tenth anniversary. I celebrated by driving my TDI 523 miles from MI to home (I also couldn't resist doing 85 MPH up Sideling Hill now that the car has the new silicone boost tubing and beefier injector nozzles).

Take a trip back in time to see what the page looked like in 1999.