May 11, 2004

Math problem

Five Muslims behead a civilian on video.

Two Muslims agree that terrorism is wrong.

5 > 2. I have a problem with this math.

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Welcome Readers Posters

Final Update: SnoozeBob is back in his cage. The winner of the advertising at ZeroIntelligence.Net is Simon. Yay, Simon!

Thanks to all who participated and special thanks to Rob for heavily promoting the open Snooze event. Hell, Rob gets ZI advertising too. I'm feeling spunky.

Particulars will get sent out tomorrow once I set up the code thingy at Blogads.

Thanks, y'all! more...

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Speedy Gonzales knows my seester.

Speedy Gonzales knows everybody's seester.

Check out this drop dead headline from Finance Asia.

And just in case somebody who knows English as a primary language tells them about it and they change it, I made a screenshot.

(Hat tip to Dopple-G)

(Hey...where's all the guest posters?)

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Bestofme Symphony, 23rd Edition

The 23rd Bestofme Symphony is up at the all newly refurbished MuNu portal. Okay, so it's not really in portal shape yet but the Symphony looks awesome! Go visit Pixy and enjoy some of the best posts in the Blogosphere.


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Spread the word: Webloggers, how about some linky love? Pixy would appreciate it and just think of how happy your readers would be if you gave them such a treat.

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With 10 minutes to spare

Hi all, Rob here from XSet just slippin in under the gate as it closes.

Childhood memories huh? Well it's hard to pick out one in particular but I do seem to recall an incident involving a rather precocious toddler (me aged 5) and my parents car which they neglected to lock.

I had managed to get into the driver side and was having a whale of a time with all the switches and buttons and flashy lights. Fortunately for all concerned I discovered the horn before I found the handbrake and was summarily hauled from the car without managing to get the damn thing to go anywhere.

So I just thought I'd throw that one out there before Jim locks the place down again.

Bye

Rob

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Childhood memories, part 2 (Simon, again)

I'd never discuss this at my blog but I feel safer telling y'all here.

When I was younger I was stalked. It wasn't pleasant. At first it was in fact flattering, having a member of the opposite sex being interested in you. Despite the typical bravado, all men, well boys as it was, enjoy interest from any girl, even if they pretend otherwise. I was just entering my teenage years, realising the world involved far more than squashed flies and 8 hour cricket games in the backyard. Changing from an all-boys to a co-ed school brought me into contact with girls. A shy lad, it took me a while to warm up to these foreign creatures. But from an early start there was one who showed obvious interest in me. She'd always try and get me to chase her, or to get me to flick her bra, or she'd show an interest in whatever I was doing.

As time went by I finally clicked to what she was up to. Eventually an appropriate venue (the side passage-way of Michael's place on a Saturday night, I believe) saw a giggly exchange of intimacy. A little part of me died that night, knowing that I would never again experience something so naughty yet nice. Hazed and glamorised by nostalgia that grope was a first I fondly recall. However I didn't want a "relationship". God, I didn't even know what a relationship was. She persisted. She started writing love notes in class. This lead to the inevitable confiscation and humiliation as they were read out in class. She didn't care. She followed me. Badgered me to go out. "Accidently" turned up at parties I was at. Her school bag had my name on it, surrounded by a heart. There were plenty of other eligible boys but she seemed to only ever have eyes for me. She bought me presents every birthday, even though I purposefully ignored hers. She used to bring me snacks, home-baked cookies. She was smitten despite my trying every boy-trick in the book to shake her.

It got to the point I realised I would have to confront her about it. That was not a pleasant moment. I knew it would shatter her self-esteem. I knew that there were no words that would justify my lack of interest in her. For both us it would be a life-altering moment. She was (and is) funny, bright, pretty and popular. It was one of those things I dreaded and hated myself for but knew I had to do. I put a lot of thought into what to say and how to say it. Her face lit up when I asked to speak to her after school. I clearly remember the clear blue sky and thinking how ironic the weather could be. We walked to a nearby bench in silence, her mind no doubt turning over the possibilities of happiness and mine focussed on the soul-crushing blow I was about to deliver. We sat. I turned and looked into her deep brown eyes. As gently as I could, I said, more...

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The Mouths of Babes (Mike)

Over at Interested-Participant, I try to post on cultural and political issues which gives me latitude to include just about anything. The following is an example of what I would refer to as a cultural post. It's a selection of writings of grade school students collected by teachers, none that I know. I thought they were worthy of passing on.

Most of the houses in France are made of plaster of Paris.

A virgin forest is a forest where the hand of man has never set foot.

The future of "I give" is "I take."

The inhabitants of Moscow are called Mosquitoes.

The people who followed the Lord were called the 12 opossums.

We do not raise silk worms in the United States, because we get our silk from rayon. He is a larger worm and gives more silk.

A scout obeys all to whom obedience is due and respects all duly constipated authorities.

One of the main causes of dust is janitors.

The word trousers is an uncommon noun because it is singular at the top and plural at the bottom.

To prevent head colds, use an agonizer to spray into the nose until it drips into the throat.

There are plenty of reasons to listen to what kids have to say. Art Linkletter made a career out of it. Electronic cyber-thanks to whoever the person was that gave me the list. And thanks to Jim for letting me be a guest.

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It Shows to Go You (Susie)

Well, it was interesting tonight at the theater--we made as much money with only one movie as we usually do with three or four on a typical Monday. I'm not sure what this says about people who only pay a dollar for their ticket, but I don't think it's very flattering...

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May 10, 2004

Yay! No, Boo hiss! (Tiffany)

I (Blown Fuse Tiffany) have very few fond memories of childhood. I was a cynic from birth, sarcastic since kindergarten, and caustic by seventh grade. I chalk it up to having an "old soul."

As a result, I can't remember any happy happy yay! events from my youth. I will thus be forgoing the saccharine-laced kiddie reminiscence. (That's what you get for leaving the gate open, Jim!)

Instead, here's a picture of me, taken tonight, with an expression reflecting how stressful my weekend was (Any weekend in which someone tells you that you look like your mother is a bad weekend).

I shall name it: "So f-ing happy."

Vicious eyeroll

You may discuss its artistic merit amongst yourselves.

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I feel like a house thief (rob@depthmarker)

What a gigantic leap of faith! I thought I would come here and write some amazing revelatory piece about crisis being an opportunity for change. But instead, I am leaving some voice overs from Ministry's Jesus Built My Hot Rod to explain my current situation...here we go:
"Let's hit the fuckin' road"!
"These are sensations as hard to forget, as they are to ignore".
"Where you come from is gone".
"Where you thought you were goin' to weren't never there".
"Where you are ain't no good unless you can get away from it".
"You understand"? "Yeah".
"There's only one thing left for me to do mama...is ding-a-ding-dang-my- ding dang-ling- long"!
For the whole story-visit depthmarker
Goodnight!

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I remember (Simon)

Heh heh, Jim left the door open overnight! These Southern folks are far too trusting. Usually I'm over here but I'm never one to refuse hospitality.

Jim's suggested topic is favourite childhood memories. This is difficult for me because I was abducted by aliens at a young age who altered my memory. Sure they called themselves "Mum" and "Dad" but they had the audacity to repeat the experiment with my "brother". I actually tried to escape once. I managed to climb up to the front door, open it and go for a walk down to the local police station. Given I was about 10 months old at the time (and the walk was more crawl) I wasn't taken seriously. This is all true.

So to my humourous childhood memory. The four of us, "Mum", "Dad" and my "brother" Paul were on holidays. I was about 6, Paul 4 and he was using "floaties" to help him swim. Except his big brother didn't use floaties so he didn't really need them, did he? And he didn't need to tell M or D he was going a for swim, did he? So when suddenly a stranger in the hotel pool noticed a little boy making a bee-line for the bottom he jumped in with "Dad" close behind to rescue him. No long lasting damage was done. But it was pretty funny.

Maybe you had to be there.

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Even Better Than Comment Graffiti (Susie)

...is the ability to leave actual posts at someone else's blog...

So, hello to all Jim's readers! This is Susie, speaking to you from Jim's blog! My own blog is Practical Penumbra, but I'm sure you all already knew that...

Construction is starting at the theater today. The 350 seat auditorium is being divided into two smaller ones, so that we have more screens. This is so Hollywood can continue to believe that it doesn't have to make good movies, just as long as it makes lots of movies.

In the meantime, we have only one picture showing in the other theater--Walking Tall. The Rock takes his shirt off. I recommend you leave after that, because that's the only reason to see it. The good news is, I have it timed so I get to see it 3 times a day (and 5 times a day on the weekend). The bad news is, few people are actually willing to pay to see that.

Of course, unless you've already worn out your copy of The Scorpion King, you can probably see more of him on video. Hmmm....that reminds me! Who borrowed my copy and hasn't returned it?

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Tastes Like Chicken (DeAnna)

When I was a little girl, for some ungodly reason, my parents decided to move to the middle of nowhere, aka: Mississippi.
We lived in a house that was at the end of a short dirt road. We were surrounded by lush green fields with big fat cows dotting the horizon. There was a small fishing pond under large oak trees to one side that I loved to fish from.

more...

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Summary of Remarks to the Pentagon by the President (Ilyka)

Boy, does he ever look pissed. more...

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The Snooze is open. REAL open.

I'm in class today and tomorrow. I'll be wandering by the computer through the day but definitely won't have time to work up any decent posts. Instead of having a Crappy Post Day two weeks in a row I figured I'd ape some of the more successful bloggers and have an open microphone day.

There are only a couple of rules that you need to follow:

  1. Make sure to use a title on the post and put your name in parenthesis at the end. Example: What I learned in class today (Jim Peacock)

  2. Use the "SnoozeBob" category. That's going to be the general category for guest posters. Nothing like simple and easy to understand category titles to help folks navigate the site, eh?

  3. Don't do anything that will get your ass permanently banned. There are no hard and fast rules for this because a goodly portion of my readership are clever and evil and if I made up rules or guidelines they would take a savage delight in finding loopholes through them. Just don't do anything remarkably and intentionally stupid or malicious and you'll be just fine.

If you're a blogger, don't forget to include a link to your own blog. Never pass up the opportunity for free advertising!

Here's the particulars:
Login URL
Account: SnoozeBob
Password: password

All y'all that already have accounts that can post here, feel free to use them or post using the SnoozeBob account. It's all good.

BEGIN!

PS - In case you've forgotten what he looks like, here's Snoozebob!

PSS - Munuvians will need to log out as themselves in order to login as SnoozeBob. It's that "logout" button at the top of the MT interface.

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May 08, 2004

Hey Buddy, can you spare a post?

Get your submissions in for the next Bestofme Symphony. Send them to bestofme@jpeacock.net and they'll be in Monday's edition at the all new and completely redesigned ultra spiffy MuNu. (Hey, Pixy - how's that redesign going?)

The only requirements are that you think the post is good and that it be at least 2 months old. It doesn't even have to be from your own blog. It just can't get any simpler!


The basics of the Bestofme Symphony.
Want to host a Symphony?
Get reminder emails.

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May 07, 2004

Feminists supporting abusers?

UPDATED 08 May 2003 (At bottom of post)

This was a difficult post to write. You see, there are two things in this world that are absolutely guaranteed to set my deeply repressed reptilian brain into instant violent response mode. One is child abuse. The other is wife abuse ("Wife" is colloquial and includes significant other/girlfriend/fiancee/fuck-buddy/whatever). I don't speak well on either subject because I find it very difficult to get past my emotional response to them. That general response to abusers could most concisely be represented as "Fuck the guy up".

So when Jeff at Protein Wisdom posted about an article by Cathy Young in Reason you can get an idea of my default mindset as I approached it. Jeff just cut and pasted the bulk of the article and added a snark at the end so we'll ignore him and concentrate on this whack Cathy Young.

Cathy has a problem with the response scheme in place for wife beaters. You see, there are many jurisdictions that will prosecute a wife beater even when the abused party doesn't want to.

numerous jurisdictions and states passed laws that mandated arrests for domestic assault ... and encouraged prosecutions even when the alleged victim was unwilling to press charges.
more...

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The bitter draught that satisfies

I speak of course of the Snark Hunt. Head over to Kate's place for your weekly dose of contributed venom.

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May 06, 2004

No, it wasn't the same as hazing

Rush isn't the only one, just the most prominent. Some people are comparing what was done in the Abu Ghraib prison to fraternity hazing. Here's Rush Limbaugh's comment:

This is no different than what happens at the skull and bones initiation and we're going to ruin people's lives over it and we're going to hamper our military effort, and then we are going to really hammer them because they had a good time.

Granted, some of the pictures sure do look like what you'd see during pledge week. Guys stripped naked with a hood on, made to whack off or form a human pyramid while the Greeks ridicule them. In fact, if that ubiquitous female soldier that appears in so many of the pictures pointing at various cocks was a guy wearing a shirt with Greek letters on it you would have no problem believing the pics were shot at an ivy league school in the USA.

But it wasn't hazing. It was torture. It does not matter if the exact same things were done to those prisoners as the local chapter of Lamda Delta Phi does to their pledges. The two things are completely different. They are different in the same way that loaning your buddy $50 is different from being robbed at gunpoint. One is voluntary, the other is forced under threat of death.

If you can't see the difference between "If you want to get invited to the best keggers for the next four years you better put this hood on and jerk off on your buddy" and "Climb on your naked buddy's back or I will shove this probe up your ass and shock your genitals until they burn" then you need a serious reality check. Or a nationally broadcast radio show.

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Everything you always wanted to know about Simon but were afraid to ask.

Not here, y'all. It's at Simon World. Oh, and you do have to ask so if you really were afraid to ask then this isn't going to help you out a whole heap.

Simon's making an About Me page (not about me, it's about him. sorry for the confusion) using the questions of his fans. So go ask him a question.

It's a neat idea that I might duplicate here. What do you think?

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