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Monthly Archives: February 2008
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Too. Tired.
The real bitch about being tired? There’s a scene in my head waiting to come out. I wrote ~850 words last night, and some of it was laugh-out-loud funny (yes, I laugh at my own jokes. Tedious, eh?) The next scene wants to be written, but tonight, I’ll be lucky if I can answer my emails and type up Jake’s homework assignment for tomorrow.
Tomorrow won’t be much better; the schedule looks grueling. But then I have a four-day weekend. At a minimum, that’s good news for the WiP. Maybe it’ll be good news for my blog readers, too.
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Stephen Colbert pwns Phil Zimbardo
Phil Zimbardo, the Stanford University psychologist who has been coasting on the notoriety of the infamous Stanford prison experiment for 36 years, has written a book on evil. Too bad he can’t even go one round with not-too-shabby-theologian Colbert.
Watch the video and tell me what you think*. Seems to me, Colbert knows his catechism.
D.
*I’m not sure I buy the premise that evil is a societal or situational effect. These supposedly “good” people who behave in evil ways, given the right situational prompts: are they truly good? Or do they have some latent moral laxity which gets magnified by the appropriate prompts?
I think it’s all locked in fairly early, certainly by age five, and that many among us are plenty evil, yet lack the opportunity to exercise these talents. That nice little old lady next door, the one who brings you oatmeal cookies on the weekends, would in an instant, given the right movitation, hook up the jumper cables without a second thought.
So there’s this thing called Craig’s List
Corn Dog, God bless her and her little dog, sends me ads from Craig’s List, like this one:
No nudity or sex required, just lots of panty teasing and camel toes. Fun creative and imaginative shoots; and you get to keep all about 10 pairs of new panties and thongs. $10 to $30/hr for 5 hour shoots depending on your looks and experience.
I’m open to all types of models 18 or older so feel free to submit a pic or two and I’ll get back to you with more details.
I’m feeling fed up with medicine lately . . . but as a doc, sorry, $30/hr ain’t gonna cut it. I’ll pass on this one. Hey, Craig, you got any other offers?
A Sunday Flickr Babe
Summer Days, originally uploaded by modelux.com.
Bright eyes, cute nose. Check out the rest of her photo shoot, too.
I wrote a little over 2000 words today. Not bad, considering I had to take a nap mid-way through.
The muse keeps giving me little hints as to what is yet to come. Not much, but enough that I know that she knows what she’s doing. I wonder if she has something other than Scheherezade in mind? I see intimations of that altered path . . . other characters and subplots yammering for attention. This may not be 1001 Nights after all.
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2445 words today
Live-blogging tonight, some time around 7 PM PST.
I can’t write for shit during the week, but at least I can write on the weekends. Below the cut you’ll find a snippet. To recap: Lisa’s had a crappy day. Her boyfriend (Henry) dumped her, then told nasty lies about her to all the other high school kids. She’s probably going to get suspended for beating up the two boys who repeated those things, and on top of all that, she suspects her mama’s using drugs again. There’s an excellent chance Child Protective Services will invade their lives (again), and so she and her little brothers Billy Ray and Cyrus will be placed in different foster homes.
She runs away from school and into the arms of Brad Pitt, who claims to be Brad Pitt’s body double. Brad promises her a way out: she and her brothers can join their movie production company.
Lisa’s cool with that (although suspicious). She wants to check out the movie set, but first, she has Brad drive her home so that she can pack some things.
Here we go . . .
GallimauFriday IV: spam spam spam spam Edition
Remember the Big Suit?
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My quarantine box gets email:
Licenced online pharmacy! Best prices
Ooh, look how they spell “licensed.” They must be Canadian.
Canadian Pharmacy
See? And I bet they sell a lot of
Penis Growth OilPenis Growth Oil is an all natural safe and effective male enhancement and penis enlargement madication.
Rub vigorously on your penis . . . guaranteed to make it larger.
Is this what passes for “controversial” these days?
Blasphemy? I think not.
Clicky clicky to see the full-sized bits.
The 20th Century had The Last Temptation and Piss Christ and probably a dozen other books, films, and works of art which surpassed the above image (an ad for a gym, apparently) in outrageousness. Good God, Jesus Dress-Up magnets are more controversial.
Even the non-Catholic leader of the Catholic League, professional curmudgeon and casual twit Bill Donohue, can’t work up much animus towards four nuns and a nude dude.
In any event, this patently stupid ad that Equinox is floating suggests that it must hype its edgy image in order to compete. That’s too bad—apparently their targeted demographic group isn’t lured by the prospect of more barbells and fruit bars. Hence, the need to rip off Catholic imagery in a sophomoric soft-porn ad.
Sophomoric? Meh. I see a poorly composed, overly stylized treatment of an unfocused concept. I fail to see even a filamentous logical connection to physical fitness. This might work as an ad for a men’s fragrance, but even then, I’d be unimpressed.
The other ads in this campaign aren’t much better. Sorry, Equinox — I’m underwhelmed.
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The Republican War on Christmas Trees
Why does Senator Mitch McConnell hate Christmas?
“A Christmas tree of legislative goodies that might not even get signed” by the president was how the stimulus bill was described by Sen. Mitch McConnell (R)
Yes, friends, the obstructionist Republicans have struck again, blocking passage of a $158 billion economic stimulus package. The package would have provided aid to senior citizens, veterans, and the unemployed — all bright shiny baubles the Republicans apparently want off their tree. (Or, to switch metaphors, the Republicans are yet again playing Mr. Wilson to the Democrats’ Dennis the Menace. Get off my lawn, kid!)
Senator Reid shares some of the blame, though, because he insisted on the 60-vote “supermajority” necessary to avoid a Republican filibuster.
If a Republican threatens filibuster, Reid cowers. If a Democrat threatens filibuster (as with Sen. Dodd and the FISA amnesty dispute), Reid makes the Senator go through with it. We might as well let Cheney run the Senate, since Reid’s leadership is nonexistent.
But I think it’s worth asking (metaphorically, if not literally): why do the Republicans hate Christmas Trees? You’ll hear Sen. McCain rail against ear marks and out-of-control spending — this is a Republican staple — but no tears are shed for the hemorrhage of young lives and wasted billions overseas. Apparently, we need a new austerity at home to fund our largesse abroad.
No post last night . . . I was home only two hours before the ER called me back. Not a good night.
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Escapist alligator brain candy
Being confused with the Son of God turned out to be the highlight of my day. What now? I could walk that fine line between (A) engaging my readers in an impassioned discussion of sensitive medical issues, and (B) violating patient confidentiality, or I could post this cool shot of Clive Owen from the movie, Shoot ‘Em Up.
I put Shoot ‘Em Up on my Netflix lineup when Darla raved about it and only got around to watching it Sunday night. Clive Owen plays Smith, Not His Real Name, which I suppose is a fine shading on the ol’ trope of the Man With No Name, because at least Smith HAS a Name, albeit a fake one. But it’s easy enough imagining Clint Eastwood or Charles Bronson in this role, except for the lovemaking. Naw, forget it. He’s Smith.