SNOW and MIDDLE ENGLISH!

This is one of those posts you make to let people know you're still among the living.

Yee, it's snowing! I loves me some snow! I'm a very happy me!

Also, posted some pencil artwork. And some colored artwork. And I can't remember if I linked to this, but I'm kind of proud of it.

Also, found a very amusing thing (if you're a literature geek, at least):

The Harley Lyrics
by Anonymous

Oon of anonymouses bettir workes, thes poemes are ycopyed fresshe from a
manuscript contaynyge many othir thinges. Thei are songes of loue both
goostly and bodili, and oft speke of a knightes loue for his horse, the
which he calleth hys motourbyk, the which he liveth to riden, and rideth
to liven, or othertimes thei speke of a knightes affecioun for his chopper
(his axe?) or his hogge (why raiseth a knight pigges?) or his mama (gentil
remembraunce of oones mothir ys fayre and chivalrous). Heere ys oon
ensaumple of this straunge but plesaunte verse:

"Maketh motor for to runne
Shoopen vs to to heigh-waye
No aventure shal we shunne
In what-evir cometh ower waye

Yn the smok and lightening
Blastes of hevy metal
Wyth the wind goon racing-
The felinge is so goode

An hendy happe ichabbe hent,
From nature pure we aren sent
Vndyinge we kan make ascent
For borne we are to wexen woode

BOOOOOORNE TO WAXEN WOODE (refrain repeateth)"

Two months later...

Yes, I voted.

And today, my best friend had her baby. YEE!

And someone showed me this:

"You may or may not be acquainted with the moments when one thinks to oneself, "Go back to your day job- you're 'art' is shithouse." It's amazing how cruel we are to ourselves. Something we'd never say to our loved ones and yet, self tapes spew out comments that would tear strips off. Well, that's what I've been doing. Of course, my suggestion is don't listen to critics but I need to take my own advice. I'm reminded of Nelson Mandela's speech:"

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually,who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Voting. It's not complicated.

Brought to you by an Austrian girl who told me how she just voted. From China. Where she had to spend money to do it because she has to send her ballot through international mail. Also brought to you by a moron who...I'll get to that in a minute.

American apathy about voting is driving me increasingly insane. Oh, we sure care who gets elected after the election, but less than 50% could give a damn until then. I wish we had a law that people who don't vote, aren't allowed to bitch. That might actually get some kind of response. Or perhaps I could institute a new solicitation method: "Go to the polls or I punch you in the face. No, I don't care who you vote for. That's your business." Anybody for that? We could start a whole new political party: Face-punchers. Our entire platform would be "Vote, bitch! Or else!"

This is what really set me off, though: a fellow American actually said to me the other day, "Elections are coming up. I'm glad Bush'll be out of office after this fall."

Well. At least he was aware there are elections this year, which is more than I can say for some people. But.

o.O. Dude. No. Presidential election is every four years. This year is Congressional midterms and gubernatorial elections. We vote for state governors and Senators and Representatives.

But you know what? Those are IMPORTANT. I know everyone likes to focus on the Big Man, but it's true that we actually have other branches of government than Executive. And some of that crap people like to blame on Bush? Is actually the doing of Congress. Currently Republican-controlled, yes, I know, but that's not the point. The point is that they do stuff over there in the Capitol Building. Yes, it's true. Voting for Congressmen actually makes a difference. Voting for your state's Governor? Probably makes more of a difference in your individual and community quality of life than voting for federal officials does. Besides, lately the Governors have actually been getting off their asses and setting collaborative national policies. Hark back to the ancient days of our republic, 100 years ago, when Governors mostly ran things.

November 7, people. Mark it on your calendar.

Not that anyone who actually needs to read this probably will. I have intelligent friends. You guys aren't the problem. I just want to print this out and go staple it to peoples' faces as they pass by me on the street. That's the frustration talking, I won't do that because I'd get arrested (though I will bet you the cops'd be sympathetic), but I would really like to! I'd sanitize the staples first. They'd barely even wound anyone!

VictorianmagichughjackmanteslaOMG!

The Prestige

Oh my GOD, it looks so cool. Michael Caine, Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale (I think he's playing Nicola Tesla), and there's magic, and, and STUFF!

Squee!

Oh god, where'd this come from?! (Art)

Sword fight! - my attempt draw a couple of characters from a book I like.

One more Jedi - this one's an alien Jedi. Same species as Darth Maul.

Angsty goth-punk vampire - I drew this for a contest...and won! Beware, it's kind of bloody (but not really graphic or violent).

Cannibal fairy princess - the colored version.

Bianca Carver, lady fighter - illustration for a character of mine.

Julian Calladoria, naval officer - illustration for a character of Dave's.

Julian colored - I'm such a sucker for swashbuckling.

Funny Day

ContentDM (our software for managing digital objects, which is a codeword for "computer file of any sort that contains human-readable information") is acting up. This, oddly enough, is a source of massive amusement. The office resounds with the screams and lamentations of the women. And, of course, the strange and colorful cursings of computing professionals and librarians. You'd be amazed at the strange and colorful cursings librarians can come up with.

Co-worker: "I did it! I fixed the thing that's been bugging us for two days!"
Me: "Awesome. You are a goddess!"
Co-worker: "It wasn't me. It was Boss."
Me: "Okay, then he's a goddess!"
Boss: "I don't think I have the right parts to be a goddess."
Me: "Well, that sounds like a personal problem."

Me: "Ugh."
Co-worker: "You can say that again."
Me: "Ugh."

Co-worker: "I did it! I got the files to upload to the database!"
Me: "Woohoo!"
*both of us dance in celebration*
Other co-worker: "This whole procedure is hilarious to watch from the outside. You jump around and cheer when it works, you surse and gesture when it doesn't..."
Me: "This database is an emotional rollercoaster!"

Different co-worker, encountered in hallway: "Hey! How are you?"
Me: "Surviving. How're you?"
Him: "Eh. It's Friday. You know." *makes the "coasting downhill" gesture*
Me: "Just like that, eh?" *makes the "coasting downhill" gesture*
Him: "Yep." *makes the "coasting downhill" gesture* "Just like that. Building momentum to slide out the door."
Me: "Just so long as you don't run into something along the way."
Him: "I don't care. I'll go right through it!"
Me: "Yeah, hospital isn't in this building."

What's up in the US science community

NASA has lost the tapes of the Moon landing. All of the Moon landings.

And in better news:

Cure For Diabetes: Researchers permanently reverse diabetes in mice.
By Dave Mosher
April 24, 2006 | Medicine

Since the first insulin injection in 1922, a long-term cure for type 1 (insulin-dependent) diabetes has been a number-one priority among researchers. It may soon be reality, thanks to a collaboration of investigators at the La Jolla Institute for Allergy and Immunology in San Diego, according to a study published April 20 in the Journal of Clinical Investigation.

Dr. Matthias von Herrath says his team combined short-term therapies for type 1 diabetes and cured around half of the mice used in the study.

In a type 1 diabetic, symptoms begin to appear when the body loses roughly 80 percent of its beta cells - the pancreatic tissue responsible for producing insulin and enabling the body to use glucose for energy. The culprit of the disease is a diabetic's own immune system, specifically T cells known as CD4+ and CD8+. Like a tag-team, the CD4+ T cells detect a threat and then instruct CD8+ T cells to launch an attack. For reasons still not fully understood, these cells can become aggressive toward beta cells.

Curing type 1 diabetes, von Herrath says, requires blocking the activity of aggressive T cells with their counterparts: Regulatory T cells, or Tregs. "As long as they're around, they're endogenous peacekeeping machines," von Herrath says.

Previous researchers, von Herrath says, used human proinsulin to stimulate pancreatic Treg production. In a specific way, these Tregs protect beta cells by suppressing aggressive T cells that attack pancreatic tissue.

"Tregs can somehow talk to the aggressive cells and say 'you have to stop destroying beta cells because they're good for the body,'" says Damien Bresson, another member of the research team. But simply boosting their numbers does not reverse type 1 diabetes in the long run.

Two clinical studies published in 2005 show vaccination with anti-CD3 antibodies, which suppresses the immune system, is the most effective way to combat the disease. "The cool thing is that (anti-CD3) treatment … halts beta cell destruction not only in mice, but also in humans," von Herrath says.

According to the studies, 10 days of anti-CD3 treatment slowed beta cell destruction in humans for 18 months, but not without side effects such as "fever, nausea, and muscle aches, much like you have the flu," von Herrath says. And reversal is not permanent.

Experimenting with a more long-term treatment, von Herrath's team combined anti-CD3 with the vaccination and observed something exciting: Beta cells began to regenerate and permanently reverse type 1 diabetes in half of the mice - almost twice as much as using anti-CD3 alone. "Once we applied the therapy to diabetic mice, those that reversed stayed non-diabetic for the rest of their lives," von Herrath said.

One possible explanation for the effectiveness of the combined therapy, von Herrath says, is that an auto-destructive immune system tips in favor of saving beta cells instead of destroying them. Anti-CD3 suppresses aggressive T cells, creating a "window of opportunity" for the vaccine to boost pancreatic protection and permit beta cell regeneration. Because some beta cells are still destroyed in the process, antigens are continuously released, Treg production is maintained, and protection continues for the remainder of a mouse's two-year life.


and, while that might take a while to become a reality, this is far closer to fruition:

No More Nerve Damage: A new drug could reverse nerve damage in diabetics.
By Eva Gladek
May 26, 2006 | Medicine

Mark Kipnes, MD, from the Diabetes & Glandular Disease Research Clinic, is leading the first human testing of the diabetes nerve drug. Photo: ScienCentral
It could be the first treatment for a terrifying problem faced by people with diabetes – the nerve damage that's a leading cause of amputations. A new drug being tested in people with diabetic nerve damage uses a patient's own genes to treat them.

Diabetic neuropathy nerve damage, which causes a loss of sensation in the hands and feet, can allow small injuries to go unnoticed and become severely infected, to the point where amputation is the only option. Tight control of blood sugar can keep neuropathy at bay, but there is no cure.

"There are a variety of medications that are available now that can help with the pain but unfortunately, there's nothing available to help with numbness or prevention of nerve damage," says diabetes specialist Mark Kipnes, MD, director of the Diabetes and Glandular Disease Research Clinic in San Antonio, Texas.

But now Kipnes is leading the first human testing of a new drug that might prevent or even reverse such damage. Designed by researchers at Sangamo Biosciences, the drug uses a natural protein that turns on the patient's own gene for helping nerve growth. As the researchers wrote in the journal, "Diabetes," tests on diabetic rats showed that repeated treatments with the drug led to increasingly improved nerve function.

Sangamo biochemist Philip Gregory notes that this Phase 1 clinical trial is the first human test of an entirely new class of drug that could turn any gene on or off, depending on the disease. "These proteins are natural proteins that exist in essentially every human cell, there are thousands of them, they naturally regulate genes in cells," Gregory explains.

These gene-regulating proteins have an important feature called a zinc finger domain. The zinc finger region, whose structure was discovered by Nobel laureate Aaron Klug, is a finger-shaped structure containing a zinc atom. Unlike most proteins, those with these special domains can actually bind to DNA and act as transcription factors – telling specific genes to turn on or off.

"So what we're able to do is to engineer these proteins so that they can bind to different genes of our choice," says Gregory. In this case, the gene targeted by the Sangamo team was one encoding a protein called VEGF-A, a natural growth factor.

"In diabetes, patients have significant blood sugar changes that give rise to the production of toxic byproducts in tissues that drive, essentially, a poisoning of the nerves," says Gregory. He explains that because VEGF-A naturally stimulates regeneration of nerves and the blood vessels that nourish them, it can reverse the damage caused by the glucose-driven degeneration.

"It's not that diabetic patients lack the gene for VEGF-A," explains Gregory. "They continue to have the gene and they produce VEGF-A, but it's like the patient's cells don't realize they could be more protected or suffer from the disease much less if the cells produce more of this particular protective factor."

While patients in the Phase 1 trial tolerated the drug well it needs to be tested for longer time periods to prove its safety – particularly since this treatment would need repeated administration. As Gregory explains, "Obviously this is a chronic disease and we need to have a chronic treatment, if you like, for such a disease." More than half of the 185,000 amputations in the U.S. each year are a result of diabetes, a disease that plagues an estimated 20.8 million Americans -- seven percent of the population -- and is on the rise.

Kipnes is excited about the prospect of having a treatment to offer people with diabetic neuropathy, but he points out that there may be some risks. As he points out, injecting a growth factor into the body could theoretically encourage other, unwanted things to grow. "So these patients are very carefully screened for any kinds of cancers and tumors," he says.

The researchers report there's been no evidence of carcinogenesis in their extensive animal studies. They also say that some patients in the safety trial showed some anecdotal improvement in their nerve function.

Kipnes is currently recruiting patients for a second safety trial as well as a larger Phase 2 trial of the drug's effectiveness. Both are scheduled to begin later this year.


Both from Discover magazine.

In other news, "Eureka" rocks.

Bed, Bath and Beyond is my new nemesis.

Sunday morning, I had a dream that Penn State had decided to raise funds by instituting a sort of gourmet bake sale. They redesigned one floor of the library to be all plush carpet, rich wooden panelling and expensive armchairs upholestered in red jaquard, and they installed several cases of the sort you'd expect to display your finest china in. These, they filled with baked goods. Now, most of the baked goods came from some poncy gourmet baker, and cost accordingly, but they were also soliciting pastry donations from staff. Having a yen to do some baking, I agreed to submit my apple cake and biscotti. Even in the dream, I didn't think this made much sense. I mean...how were they expecting to keep all this refrigerator-needy food on the floor of a library? Wouldn't it have been more appropriate to host such a cafe in, I don't know, a building where wealthy donors actually go?

I woke up wanting to bake.

Why're you looking at me like that?

Biscotti came quickly to mind, due to some recent conversations. But to do that, I needed some things. So far, I've been unable to find a way to bake biscotti without creating the mother of all messes, so I figured I'd buy a pastry cloth or silicone table cover or something. On top of that, I was tired of putting up with our old crappy cookie sheets that've been abused and ruined. So, off I went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond.

Now, when I walked in I saw that they were having a feature sale on floor lamps. Indeed, I thought, we've needed one of those for the corner of the living room ever since my old one died. Oh, and look at the very reasonable prices on quality bedding! I've really only got one decent set of summer bedsheets left, and these are...ohhh, so soft (seriously, check out the Beechwood jersey bedsheets. My god). And...well, I did want a new set of headphones, and these aren't expensive, oh, and a flour sifter would be really useful, since I do bake a lot of bread, and...

I put back the very pretty-smelling candle and the hand-juicer, resisted the impulse to pick up the futon cover (which we do sorely need, as our only current one is dry-clean only, and that's not a safe arrangement in a house where I live), and merely made note of the underbed storage boxes, fluffy mattress cover, mixing bowls, towel sets, and oh-lord-it's-so-comfy chair, which we have nowhere to put even though it's incredibly affordable.

I stayed the heck away from the pots, pans, and utensils. Those're way too expensive for impulse-purchasing, but it would merely have been painful to look at the beautiful cookware that couldn't come home with me.

The biscotti turned out nicely, but while the pastry cloth did help me avoid a mess on top of the table, it didn't really make the biscotti-making process any cleaner. Just moved it to a different surface (granted, one that's machine-washable). I can't figure out how to get the biscotti dough to be anything but a viscous, runny, superglue-like mass without dumping in two cups more flour than the recipe calls for.

Hmmm. Co-worker suggests a breadhook...

AH hahahahahahaha!

This is the stuff: Motivational Posters. For geeks. By geeks.

Here's one of my favorites: Cthulhu on a plane!

I like ghost stories

Somebody on a forum I frequent posted these European ghost stories. They're spooky and kind of neat, so I thought I'd share.

Venice - Poveglia - An island not open to tourists. Was originally a self-governing island hundreds of years ago before being taken over by Italy. When the black plague swept over the country, Poveglia was where the dead bodies and even those who were still alive were dumped. They were put into "plague pits" where hundreds or even thousands of bodies and still-living victims of the disease were thrown in and either buried, burned or just left in the open to rot. Centuries later, a hospital was built by a doctor who tortured patients and who tried experimental therapies of his own invention on mental patients. The hospital, his office and the crematorium, still stands. The island is used for farming only and no tourists are permitted on the island at any time. Psychics have received special permission to visit and even they were scared out of their minds.

Northern Italy - Lucedio Monestary - This place is haunted by monks and people who were sacrificed. There were footsteps heard, apparitions were seen, sounds were heard.

Northern Ireland - Larne - Ballyboley Forest - Local legend tells that this was an ancient Druid site. There are distinctive marks (circular trenches and stone formations) embedded into the ground towards the north east part of the forest, long grown over, but still quite obvious. During the 15th, 16th and 17th centuries there were supposed disappearances of a number of people living in the area. Even today the place sends a shiver down the spine, people are wary to venture off the tracks (you need to find the marking sites). Reports of shadowy figures walking among the trees or strange animal like noises have been had on many occasions. The place was opened as a national park by the council, with paths been laid down for walking routes, but very few people, in fact nearly no one ever goes there now. There has been a fair few modern events in the forest that have given the place a creepy reputation. Back in 1994 there was an incident were a young couple witnessed a massing of black smoke and the sounds of a screaming voices in the near distance from their position, they quickly left the forest. On another date (1997, this is actually in a news paper report!) two men say that they were in the forest when they heard a loud flapping sound. They thought nothing of it at first but as they got continued walking they started to hear other strange sounds like a lady moaning in pain. They thought someone was in trouble and left the track to enter the forest to find the distressed lady. Their horror began when they came to a place where the trees were smeared thickly with blood. They found no lady but the strange sounds started again very close to their position. As they fled in terror one man looked behind him and seen four human shaped figures in the forest behind him (standing motionless, not pursuing), where previously there had been no one there. They were clad in brown rags and had their head covered as well. In addition to the ground markings there are also rumored to be natural footpaths in parts of the forest (I cannot confirm this). It is said the forest contains a gateway to what the Celtic called "The Otherworld". It is also said by some people that they get a feeling that "something in the forest is watching me". There are many stories and superstitions about the place, how many are true you can only guess at, but something has definitely happened up there to scare local people and give the place such a reputation.

Roscre - Black Death Hospital - The black death hospital lies in a padok in Roscre Ireland it is known by locals so ask for the right location. The hospital was the children’s hospital dealing with all the suffered of the black death. About 10 years ago they were digging some sewer pipes and suddenly without warning the skulls and bones of 50 plus children fell into the ditch! Noone not even the locals will stay here at night as the children’s ghosts "or as legend goes" will lure you to your death so you can join them.

Southern Ireland - Dublin - The Dublin Hellfire Club - Built in the 1700s as a hunting lodge, it was taken over almost immediately by aristocratic upper class members of society in Northern Ireland. They started the "Hellfire Club" where they performed satanic rituals, animal and human sacrifices and many other horrific things. Locals stay away from it ant night and only a few known tourists have ever ventured inside at night. They all report seeing dark figures and shadows walking and running through rooms and behind stones outside. Once, two girls went there for a visit, put their sleeping bags inside and went for a walk around the building outside. From outside, they saw a dark shadow cross the room where they had left their things. One of the girls wanted desperately to return to the Inn where they were registered as guests, but they would have had to cross the huge forests surrounding the building, which they said they could not do. They went back inside the club and went up to the top floor where they got to the top landing. They reported feeling safe and relieved on that landing and could not bring themselves to wander back anywhere else including outside until dawn. It is rumored that when the club was active hundreds of years ago, people would sometimes get lost at night and accidentally wanders inside the club and be forced to participate in rituals. Some would not survive the night, and others spent the rest of their lives wandering in a sort of horrified blindness. The landing where the girls found refuge had reportedly been blessed by a priest in the area in the early 1800s and an exorcist was brought in the late 1800s. Nobody has ever visited the site at night and not reported being scared out of their minds.

Southern Ireland - Leap Castle - There is a devilish creature that walking the castle. It is believed that the creature was created from the spirits of all of the men and women who were killed there.

ANGST! And WOE (TM)!

Someone I know once told me a story: One day, he and his best friend got terribly bored, and decided that it'd be cool to spend a week being each other's archnemesis. Apparently, it was good times. They did things like sabotage each others' cars, set traps in their bedrooms, tell all their friends horrible stories about each other (the stock response was, "Are you two still doing that?"), and attack each other in the hallways in epic battles. The mindfuckery was, I hear, superbly done.

In a similar vein, it occurs to me to wonder what it might be like to go through a day as an overdramatic, angst-wielding emo-machine.

I wonder if it'd be good for my spiritual development. I mean, it does have its attractions. I'm sure I could develop the ability to flail around in a properly gothic manner. And I'd get to say things like, "Now if you'll excuse me for a moment, I must make my way to the highest building on campus and scream Allen Ginsberg quotes to the heavens."* Really, who doesn't want to do that, once in their life? (Side note: Here, go read "Howl."**)

On the other hand, I'd fear for my life. And I suspect that if I enter into the venture with the sense of light-hearted mockery that inspires me, I could just possibly be missing the entire point. Still, the idea is tempting. I'm not sure I have enough black clothes... Oh, but angst-death emo-monkeys often wear the same clothes for days in a row, don't they? Or is that just angst-death emo-gamers?





* Not that anyone around here would probably find that particularly odd.

** Allen Ginsberg wrote "Howl" after spending months shut up in his apartment doing nothing but read William Blake. It all suddenly makes sense, doesn't it?***

*** Footnotes are contagious. I read Terry Pratchett or ursulav's LJ, and suddenly they're infiltrating everything.

Er...it's a title!

So it looks like fast foods are hideously bad for you, even in moderation. Wow, I am SO glad I avoid most of that stuff...

I realized there were two posts that I never published properly. I do that a lot, just hit the "Save Draft" button automatically. So, er, they're back there somewhere.

Lessee...I've got a lot of artwork.

Here's a knight I drew for someone but I think he looks a little funny, although I like his hair.

This is a picture I colored for someone else, though I didn't draw it (hah, I wish!).

This is a character I drew for a friend. It's a Star Wars alien.

Another Star Wars-type guy. I do like his boots, and the pose worked out nicely.

A Victorian-themed scene. I did this because I wanted to see how well I could color it.

A cannibal fairy princess I drew for my sister while she was sick.

A Jedi. I'm really trying to get better at not-boring poses.

Not Star Wars at all. An 18-th century gentleman I drew as an illustration for someone. Just pretend that triangle thing is a curtain tassel, or something.

More Star Wars. They're playing chess. Whee! A step along my road toward more interesting pictures.

An evil Jedi. I'm working with this parchment look to do something a bit more interesting than just plain old black-and-white. I think I'm getting the hang of it here.

Er...it's a title!

So it looks like fast foods are hideously bad for you, even in moderation. Wow, I am SO glad I avoid most of that stuff...

I realized there were two posts that I never published properly. I do that a lot, just hit the "Save Draft" button automatically. So, er, they're back there somewhere.

Lessee...I've got a lot of artwork.

Here's a knight I drew for someone but I think he looks a little funny, although I like his hair.

This is a picture I colored for someone else, though I didn't draw it (hah, I wish!).

This is a character I drew for a friend. It's a Star Wars alien.

Another Star Wars-type guy. I do like his boots, and the pose worked out nicely.

A Victorian-themed scene. I did this because I wanted to see how well I could color it.

A cannibal fairy princess I drew for my sister while she was sick.

A Jedi. I'm really trying to get better at not-boring poses.

Not Star Wars at all. An 18-th century gentleman I drew as an illustration for someone. Just pretend that triangle thing is a curtain tassel, or something.

More Star Wars. They're playing chess. Whee! A step along my road toward more interesting pictures.

An evil Jedi. I'm working with this parchment look to do something a bit more interesting than just plain old black-and-white. I think I'm getting the hang of it here.

OMG, I'm alive!

I love my Dad. He sent me this yesterday:

Today’s date is 6/6/6, so it’s time for some fun:

666 Biblical Number of the Beast
660 Approximate Number of the Beast
DCLXVI Roman Numeral of the Beast
665 Number of the Beast's Older Brother
667 Number of the Beast's Younger Sister
668 Number of the Beast's Neighbor
999 Number of the Australian Beast
333 Number of the Semi-Beast
66 Number of the Downsized Beast
6, uh... I forget Number of the Blond Beast
666.0000 Number of the High Precision Beast
665.9997856 Number of the Beast on a Pentium
0.666 Number of the Millibeast
X / 666 Beast Common Denominator
0.00150150... Reciprocal of the Beast
-666 Opposite of the Beast
666i Imaginary Number of the Beast
6.66 x 102 Scientific Notation of the Beast
25.8069758... Square Root of the Beast
443556 Square of the Beast
1010011010 Binary Number of the Beast
1232 Octal of the Beast
29A Hexidecimal of the Beast
2.8235 Log of the Beast
6.5913 Ln of the Beast
1.738 x 10289 Anti-Log of the Beast
00666 Zip Code of the Beast
666@hell.org E-mail Address of the Beast
www.666.com Website of the Beast
1-666-666-6666 Phone & FAX Number of the Beast
1-888-666-6666 Toll Free Number of the Beast
1-900-666-6666 Live Beasts, available now! One-on-one pacts! Only
$6.66 per minute! [Must be over 18!]
666-66-6666 Social Security Number of the Beast
Form 10666 Special IRS Tax Forms for the Beast
66.6% Tax Rate of the Beast
6.66% 6-Year CD Interest Rate at First Beast Bank of Hell ($666
minimum deposit, $666 early withdrawal fee)
$666/hr Billing Rate of the Beast's Lawyer
$665.95 Retail Price of the Beast
$710.36 Price of the Beast plus 6.66% Sales Tax
$769.95 Price of the Beast with accessories and replacement soul
$656.66 Wal-Mart Price of the Beast (next week $646.66!)
$55.50 Monthly Payments for Beast, in 12 easy installments
Phillips 666 Gasoline Used by the Beast (regular $6.66/gal)
Route 666 Highway of the Beast (where he gets his kicks!)
666 mph Speed Limit on the Beast's Highway
6-6-6 Fertilizer of the Beast
666 lb cap Weight Limit of the Beast
666 Minutes Weekly News Show about the Beast (airs daily from
Midnight to 11:06 a.m., on Cable Channel 666, of course)
666o F Oven Temperature for Cooking "Roast Beast"
666k Retirement Plan of the Beast
666 mg Recommended Minimum Daily Requirement of Beast
Lotus 6-6-6 Spreadsheet of the Beast
Word 6.66 Word Processor of the Beast
Windows 666 Bill Gates' Personal Beast Operating System
#666666 Font Color of the Beast (gray)
i66686 CPU of the Beast
666-I BMW of the Beast
IAM 666 License Plate Number of the Beast
Formula 666 All Purpose Cleaner of the Beast
WD-666 Spray Lubricant of the Beast
DSM-666 (rev) Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the Beast
66.6 MHz FM Radio Station of the Beast
666 KHz AM Radio Station of the Beast
66 for 6 A Beastly Score for an Innings (in cricket)
6 for 66 Bowling Figures of the Beast
6/6/6 Birthday of the Beast


In other news, went home over the weekend to see Grandpa, who wasn't doing too hot. They think it was a potassium deficiency, which if I remember my long-ago lessons on nutrition right can resemble the symptoms of a stroke. But God, he looked like hell when I first saw him on Saturday. We all thought that we were sitting a deathwatch.

When we moved him to the nursing home the next day, we found out why. Grandpa's allergic to any kind of corn product, such as corn syrup or corn starch. So what was the hospital feeding him? Modified food starch! Guess what's in it?! Yeah, feed him something he's allergic to and then wonder why he's still sick. Stellar work there, guys. So he's looking better, though when I left I couldn't apply the word "good." But heck, he was recovering from practically being poisoned for a few days, so that's not necessarily a bad sign. He was aware, at least, and with any luck he'll continue to improve. I asked him if he'd gotten enough sleep lately, and got a smile and an eyebrow waggle, which we all take as an excellent sign. The man has such a sense of humor. :)

My sister drove on the way home. Rounding a corner, she slowed down upon spotting a deer in the road. I also spotted a small, brown deer-colored dot behind it. As we got closer, I realized it was the smallest fawn I've ever seen. This guy was the size of a small dog. Oh my GOD, he was so cute! The mother cleared the road and stood waiting on the sidelines for her baby, who just stood there, apparently unsure of what was going on. So...well, we couldn't sit in the middle of the road forever. So Sis beeped the horn at him, as gently as she could.

Do you know what a fawn does when threatened?

It lies down.

Now, this is a great survival strategy in the woods, where there are things to hide under. But in the middle of the road? While it was so cute we couldn't resist going AWWWWWW, the poor mommy-deer was probably watching with horror and thinking, "Oh god, my baby is DEAD!"

The ending was happy. The baby got up after a moment, possibly realizing there was nothing to hide behind, and followed the mother away. But, geez! The poor, stupid, adorable thing!

Rambling!

If you're a Coke fan (the beverage, not the drug), this might be a good thing for you to know: California claims Coke bottled in Mexico has lead - Yahoo! News. Funny how that doesn't make the news.

This morning, I asked Dave if the saying about the gorilla has changed recently--the one that goes something like "that company is like a 1000-pound gorilla," you know. I thought I'd always remembered the gorilla as weighing 800 pounds, but lately everyone refers to the "1000 pound gorilla." He said that indeed, the gorilla had weighed in at 800 pounds for a long time, but recently he seems to have gained weight. I replied, "I wonder if it's muscle mass or if he's developing a pot belly. 'Cause I'd really rather have my gorilla fit."

Then I asked, "Hey, how much does a gorilla normally weigh, anyway?" Because I thought, well, a good-sized black bear can hit 400-500 pounds, and it seemed to me that gorillas weren't as big as bears. So we got into an argument over whether the fiercely ripped gorilla had more muscle mass than your hulking but rather fat bear. Googling it, it turns out I was right; while black bears--which we were using as the example--can weigh in at 500 pounds or even more, male gorillas top out at about 400. Still, while he conceded that bears might indeed weigh more, he didn't want to surrender the point. "Gorillas are ripped," he said. "They've got steel cables for muscles!" He believed that if one were to take nothing but the muscle mass from a gorilla and a bear and weigh them against each other, gorillas would come out on top. But only a black bear. Grizzlies are just huge, and polar bears can swim, so they get the cardio.

In any case, it was really a tangent. I brought us back on topic by explaining that I wanted to know if our 800-pound gorilla was larger than normal, and if so, was it because it was a double-sized gorilla (he thought I'd said "double-sided" at first, so I had to explain, "No, no, double-sized, like what you do to your fries at MacDonald's"), or because it was a porker?

This is why I was late to work.

On a related topic, if you watch the Colbert Report, you might know that polar bears and grizzlies have begun crossbreeding. Isn't that a monster?

Thought dump

I woke up this morning in the process of doing lit-crit on Lord of the Rings. I was dreaming about doing lit-crit on Lord of the Rings. What is wrong with me? What was I dreaming about?!

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We have a lot of different bird species around here lately, some of which I can't remember seeing in the area. Oh, I mean, they're in the right range, but in the past they seem to have preferred avoiding this particular area. We're a bit of a suburban microenvironment in the midst of a farmy forested sea, so it's not as if they don't have a choice of where to go.

I wonder if it's the raptors. We've got tons of raptors compared to even a couple of years ago, and the prey birds might've decided it's safer to live a bit closer to humans. Most of the hawks and things prefer to stay a bit further away from town. Or maybe there's a general population boom, and the smaller birds are making a comeback along with their larger predatory cousins? That'd be nice.

I notice because I always pay attention when I walk to work. It's just a pick-me-up at this time of year. Even when it's rainy, the weather is beautiful. That perfect, cool-but-not-cold temperature, with everything blooming and leafing and growing. Lovely flower smells in the air, and birds singing away. Very serene. Even when I'm having a lousy day, I can't help but feel a little happier.

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A psychotically awesome website:
Ghost Town--a tour through Chernobyl's dead zone. This woman rides her motorcycle through the radioactive zones (surprisingly safe, so long as you keep your Geiger counter active and stay on the roadways), and gives a tour of her trips. One of the most fascinating things I've ever read.

Edit: Oh, apparently the motorcycle thing was a fraud: according to stuff found in Neil Gaiman's blog. This is apparently the tour she took. Ah, well, it's still an interesting read. Also, following up on that, I found National Geographic's virtual tour.

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Trees. I love trees. They're so warming and serene. I feel so bad for the poor trees that get hacked down because people plant them in places where, if they'd just thought about it, they'd have known was going to cause trouble in about 20 years. They're living things! Sure, they're just plants, but they're...I dunno, they deserve respect, I think. They're strong, and pretty, and they add a little something to our lives. Just...give it a little thought, and save yourself some effort, you know? Such a waste.

Oh, trees! Right! I knew something was making me think about them. Check this out:
Heritage Trees at Penn State. Penn State is originally an agricultural college, so we've got some arboretums and groves on campus that over 100 years' worth of graduating classes have funded and helped to plant. It makes for some beautiful examples of foliage, including a couple of simply massive American Elms, which is something you don't see very often anymore. It's kind of neat to look at old, lovingly cared-for trees and consider their origins, history, and...just what a good example of a tree species looks like. I find it soothing. Aren't they pretty?

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A friend of mine, Dave, keeps a blog: Italian Catholic and Altogether Strange. He talks a lot about the persecution of Christians around the world (and sometimes other peoples too), as well as just...stupid, unfair, and evil things that should be rectified. It's his way of trying to help--things can't be fixed when you don't know about them--but it can be depressing to read, sometimes. Really, I don't have a lot of stamina for that sort of thing. It's so painful and seems so far beyond me a lot of the time that all I can think to do is pray, and hope that someone stronger than me will be able to step forward and take the burden. You know?

But he posted this today: Thank you to all my readers, with a comment from one of his readers.

I Read this the other day and thought about you and your blog.

"There should be no schism in the body, but that the members should have the same care for one another. And if one member suffers, all the members suffer with it; or if one member is honored, all the members rejoice with it."

It makes me smile. At the end of the day, I feel that denomination doesn't matter that much. We've all got our quirks, no one is perfect, but it doesn't matter so much how we worship as that we worship at all. Maybe even other religions, like Buddhism and Wicca, are just ways that people try to recognize God in their lives and in the world. And I don't think the fact that many of us identify with one group over another should ever come between people when it comes to loving each other and being there for each other.

I pray every night for terrorists and extremists of all stripes. I can only imagine how much pain they must be in to find that kind of hatred a viable alternative. I can only imagine how much pain they must be in because of their hatred, and how much damage they do to themselves along with everyone else. It's a trap, that kind of hatred, because once you act on it once, you start feeling like you're forced to stick with it. To acknowledge that you're wrong...imagine how hard it must be for these people, who've taken hundreds of lives and created so much suffering, to admit that they're wrong, and to accept that much guilt upon their own heads. I feel sorry for them, and I hope that some of them, at least, are able to find that kind of strength.

Quizzes, crazies, and PSU being stupid

I told Dave about this quiz: Are you a heretic? I found it amusing. I scored 100% both as Chalcedon Compliant (which is 'not a heretic') and Pelagianism, where you believe that original sin doesn't exist (or grace...which is odd, because I was fairly sure I gave that a thumbs-up).

Anyway, entertaining.

Not so entertaining is this little bit of insanity from...remember Reverend Moon? Well, he's still insane. And grotesque. Reverend Moon being grotesque. I'm offended that the editors even associated this with conservativism, but some insane Christian fundamentalists seem to agree with him.

And Penn State censored a student who was planning a display on Palestinian violence. They felt it did "not encourage diversity" and "wasn't in keeping with the message they want to present to students."

Oh, we've got wireless bionics in the field of medical technology. Wild, eh?

And finally, As Iran Presses Its Ambitions, Its Young See Theirs Denied. Answering questions such as, "How could that crockpot have gotten elected?" and "Don't Iranians care about what their government is doing?"

Muslims in Europe raping unveiled women?

Yeah, sometimes I feel like kicking people in the teeth.

Also-rans include:
A communist Mexico?

Iran on our borders? (translated from Farsi)
"The head of the political party, the Alliance of Builders of Islamic Iran [RealVideo], Hasan Bayadi [who is Vice President of the Tehran City Council], has suggested to the Iranian Ministry of Defense that it conduct war games near American border to show the strength of Iran's military."

Iran and Venezuela: together forever! I didn't say it; Chavez did. And what would you say if Chavez were selling Iran nuclear fuel?

'Peaceful' nuclear programs in South America. Speaking of which. Freaking Chavez.

Facing Down Iran. Long, but I can't tell you how thought-provoking this was.

Has Iran Miscalculated?. Thoughts on Iran's nuclear strategy, dealing with them, and the unholy hell that will be if (or when) Israel gets dragged into this.
"So far the Iranian president has posed as someone 90-percent crazy and 10-percent sane, hoping we would fear his overt madness and delicately appeal to his small reservoirs of reason. But he should understand that if his Western enemies appear 90-percent children of the Enlightenment, they are still effused with vestigial traces of the emotional and unpredictable. And military history shows that the irrational 10 percent of the Western mind is a lot scarier than anything Islamic fanaticism has to offer."

Some connected guy claims that Bush is planning nuclear strikes against Iran.
"Despite America's public commitment to diplomacy, there is a growing belief in Washington that the only solution to the crisis is regime change. A senior Pentagon consultant said that Mr Bush believes that he must do "what no Democrat or Republican, if elected in the future, would have the courage to do," and "that saving Iran is going to be his legacy"."

Edit: Oh, and this is interesting. Apparently, Iran is dealing with quite a lot of insurgency.
Dreams in Lighting
"The regime in Tehran has its hands full with domestic unrest. The Baluchis of Sistan-o-Baluchistan province, Sunni Muslims, are led by Abdol-Maalek Rigui in their guerilla campaign against the regime. Meanwhile, the Arabs of Khuzestan, under their spiritual leader Shobeir Khaghani, have repeatedly attacked Iran's vital oil pipelines. Kurds are clashing with regime forces in places like Sanandaj, Baneh, Mahabad, Marivan and Dardasht; the Turcoman minority in Khorasan are increasingly discontented. Finally, some Azeri separatists are clamoring for annexation to Azerbaijan. It would not be surprising if the US and Britain were supplying covert aid to some or all of these groups."

And good news on the science front

Bladder in a Dish saves Patients

How's that for an article title? Basically, they've been able to grow bladders for people who have bladder cancer and things. This is a huge deal. They've never really been able to grow complex organs like this before (the liver doesn't count, as it regenerates naturally). That article doesn't say so, but another from Yahoo!News mentions that these bladders were grown from cells harvested from the patients themselves. Who needs clones?!

Here's a change: *good* international news

Indonesian volunteers helping rebuild post-Katrina.

Apparently, some of the Indonesians whom the US helped after the tsunami and earthquakes have decided to reciprocate by coming to the US to help New Orleans. It's a sweet story about human kindness, and two cultures gently learning about (and from!) one another.

In a world where nations set themselves at one another's throats lately, and hatred seems to be the order of the day, tiny little movements like this can send disproportionate echoes across the globe. Here's hoping these voices can make themselves heard.

On the electronic word

This blog is about the literary in video games and electronic media. Reading it brought me to this: a transcript of a talk entitled "A New Vision for Interactive Stories", given at the Game Designer's Conference. It's about how Aristotle, Joe Campbell, and Robert McKee--the elements of the story as we know it--don't necessarily apply to video game stories, the alternative literary structure of video games, and all that jazz. Very interesting.

Then there is this: What is electronic writing? which is about the forms the electronic word can take, and how sometimes those forms aren't even electronic. And this: Second Life, a true virtual reality.

It all makes you think, doesn't it? How new is this, I wonder? It's a whole world of 'what if' developing before us, a future in which science fiction is king. This has long been the purview of games and stories, but today a pilot can make a rocky landing, then analyze all the ways it could have gone wrong and make them 'real' in VR simulations, for the benefit of future pilots. Through huge online 'games' like Second Life, we are developing the body of information we need to elevate sociology and psychology onto the plane of 'true' science that they've been denied for so long. 'What if' is becoming increasingly realistic, so that someday, perhaps 'what if' can seriously take place in, say, a simulation of a major war. If the Bomb hadn't been dropped? If the US had gotten involved sooner? If we'd waited to invade Iraq, like everyone wanted?

Stories, meanwhile, are being told in completely new ways. In fact, can they still be called stories, by the classic definition? Certainly they're new forms of literary expression that have never been seen before.

In short, I wonder whether this will change the world. I wonder whether we're standing on the brink of a revolution in thought process that hasn't happened, perhaps, since the advent of writing, or at least the printing press. Will entirely new ways of interacting with the world come about?

Twerpie update; and more art

New art here. It's not much. Just some lineart that I doodled around with. But I sort of like it.

The Twerpie is doing well. She has two kidney stones left after surgical removal, because they were located in troublesome spots in the kidney. As per doctor's orders, we have turned her upside down and thumped her back to dislodge them and encourage them to pass. She's feeling much better--well enough to pick on me again (it was rough going there for a few days, as she felt so lousy that "Try not to throw up on your sister" couldn't even get a smile out of her), and hopes to return to work on Monday. She also plans to kick the urologist in the kneecaps for various aggravating things during this whole ordeal (such as putting off the operation for two weeks while he fussed about with techniques that are proven not to work on cystine stones), and has asked her GP for a different one in the future.

And for my politically-minded friends: UNMASKING UNRWA. The UN may not be so impartial after all. Hamas members working in the UNRWA?

My sister

Since there are a rare few people whom I know but don't get to talk to very often, I guess I ought to update you:

My sister has kidney stones again. She's pretty messed up; been at this for...geez, four weeks now. She's not as sick as the last two times, but she's been in and out of the hospital for short stints due to severe nausea. After fiddling with non-surgical attempts for a while, they finally went in last week and removed the majority of the stones (apparently there were a lot), but they weren't able to get two of them, because her kidney kept shifting due to her breathing.

So they put a stent in, a little doohickey that keeps the kidney from swelling closed due to all the irritation, and said (I kid you not) to turn her upside down and whack her on the back a few times, to dislodge the stones so she can pass them.

Unfortunately, she's been too nauseated for us to do so, ever since the surgery. She's feeling a bit better today, and they plan to remove the stent today, which is good. That might lessen the nausea. Last time she had one of those in, it made her horribly sick.

In other news: Switch. Off.: a funny website about how to get your life back on track. Dave requested it.

Did I mention I draw?

Don't mess with a blacksmith


Victorian Gentleman...ish


Gaslight


Avatar Redux

Cold Fusion. No, seriously.

Well. Damn.

Now, this isn't self-sustaining cold fusion, which is the sort that would produce the endless energy. However,the sheer proof that it can be done is mind-boggling, and improvements will follow.

NY team confirms UCLA tabletop fusion.

Researchers at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute have developed a tabletop accelerator that produces nuclear fusion at room temperature, providing confirmation of an earlier experiment conducted at the University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA), while offering substantial improvements over the original design.

The device, which uses two opposing crystals to generate a powerful electric field, could potentially lead to a portable, battery-operated neutron generator for a variety of applications, from non-destructive testing to detecting explosives and scanning luggage at airports. The new results are described in the Feb. 10 issue of Physical Review Letters.

"Our study shows that 'crystal fusion' is a mature technology with considerable commercial potential," says Yaron Danon, associate professor of mechanical, aerospace, and nuclear engineering at Rensselaer. "This new device is simpler and less expensive than the previous version, and it has the potential to produce even more neutrons."

The device is essentially a tabletop particle accelerator. At its heart are two opposing "pyroelectric" crystals that create a strong electric field when heated or cooled. The device is filled with deuterium gas -- a more massive cousin of hydrogen with an extra neutron in its nucleus. The electric field rips electrons from the gas, creating deuterium ions and accelerating them into a deuterium target on one of the crystals. When the particles smash into the target, neutrons are emitted, which is the telltale sign that nuclear fusion has occurred, according to Danon.

A research team led by Seth Putterman, professor of physics at UCLA, reported on a similar apparatus in 2005, but two important features distinguish the new device: "Our device uses two crystals instead of one, which doubles the acceleration potential," says Jeffrey Geuther, a graduate student in nuclear engineering at Rensselaer and lead author of the paper. "And our setup does not require cooling the crystals to cryogenic temperatures -- an important step that reduces both the complexity and the cost of the equipment."

The new study also verified the fundamental physics behind the original experiment. This suggests that pyroelectric crystals are in fact a viable means of producing nuclear fusion, and that commercial applications may be closer than originally thought, according to Danon.

"Nuclear fusion has been explored as a potential source of power, but we are not looking at this as an energy source right now," Danon says. Rather, the most immediate application may come in the form of a battery-operated, portable neutron generator. Such a device could be used to detect explosives or to scan luggage at airports, and it could also be an important tool for a wide range of laboratory experiments.

The concept could also lead to a portable x-ray generator, according to Danon. "There is already a commercial portable pyroelectric x-ray product available, but it does not produce enough energy to provide the 50,000 electron volts needed for medical imaging," he says. "Our device is capable of producing about 200,000 electron volts, which could meet these requirements and could also be enough to penetrate several millimeters of steel."

In the more distant future, Danon envisions a number of other medical applications of pyroelectric crystals, including a wearable device that could provide safe, continuous cancer treatment.

From Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute

Interesting political articles

Hmm. We've got: Bush Lied, People Died?--an interview with the Iraqi ex-general who wrote that book about how there were WMDs in there after all.

We also have: A Muslim Leader in Brooklyn. (Be aware that's a NYTimes link, and thus will turn into a pumpkin at midnight...or vanish from general access on Friday, or something like that.)

Ah, and this isn't so much political, but it is an interest point of view: Luthernan Theology Translaters: now wouldn't that be nice!

Okay, now I'm pissed

The whole cartoons thing is asinine. I may have said that before; I don't remember. It's stupid, childish...infantile! Entire countries are essentially throwing tantrums because wah wah wah someone depicted their prophet, who isn't even a god. For me, this hasn't been about Islam, but about obnoxious little brats, blasphemers against a religion of peace, and people who've been lied to so much by their own dictatorial nations that they don't even know what the world is really like.

Despite comments I have made by way of venting my frustration, I have tried to remain tolerant and open-minded. I have tried to understand where they're coming from, and to respect those who feel offended and have tried to resolve that feeling through reasonable dialogue with the offenders.

Even killings are forgivable. Horrible, but forgivable. Many of the killers are people who were raised in cultures that taught them there was no alternative, that if they didn't strike first, then we (the evil demonic West) would annihilate them, just because we can. They're messed up in the head. By western lights, one might call it institutional insanity.

Now. There was an anti-cartoon protest outside the UN building in New York City. It was entirely non-violent. That's fine. Many gathered to protest against the violence that overseas Muslims have been committing in the name of the stupid cartoons. Wonderful, and thank you. Some demonstrators wished to air their feelings that their religion had gotten unfair treatment in a culture that gets sensitive about the rights of black people, women, and alternative lifestyles. Fair enough. If African-Americans can acceptably protest insulting cartoons about Martin Luther King as discriminatory, then by all means Muslims should have the same right.

This is entirely reasonable, coming from American Muslims:

I'm sad that they feel discriminated against, and glad they're making their voices heard. We can only live in peace as a culture if open dialogue takes place so that we know where the boundaries of taste and courtesy lie.

This, however, is NOT:

Might I point out the swastika in place of the stars on the American flag (it's a bit hard to see). And do take note of the swastikas added to the frigging STAR OF DAVID on the Israeli flag. Excuse me?! You, the SOB holding up that sign, are someone with access to a free and outspoken press, educational materials, and certainly not least, personal experience with the culture that you're comparing to the Nazis. You damned well know better. You know better than to buy into that bullshit propaganda. You know better than to believe that the western nations are some unified, monolithic Vatican-controlled Jewish conspiracy. You know better than to think that all Americans are out to get you for being Muslim. And you know better than to pretend that the US had any freaking part in those cartoons! Have you not checked your computer, TV, or cell phone in the past two weeks? My god, our press is firing anyone who dares to print them! Because we want to show Muslims that we're not out to get you. We want to show respect; we want to remain on terms as peaceful as we can manage with the ideal of Islam and its followers.

You, the SOB holding that sign, are an American. Possibly you're a citizen. If not, then what the hell are you still doing here? If you hate us that much, then go back to your dictatorial, oil-dependent country that lies to you at every turn, persecutes anyone who dares rub working braincells together, and throws women into caves when they hit puberty. Go back to your beloved Middle Eastern country where your children will be enslaved by extremist propaganda and taught how to be killers from the age of eight, where your wife will be stoned if she tries to hold a job so that your family can have enough to eat, and where chances are good that running, drinkable water is as scarce as wi-fi. You don't have to stay here if you hate us that much, if we're that uncivilized. You and everyone who agrees with you is perfectly welcome to crawl into a hole in the middle of the Sinai desert and never come out again. You'd be doing the world a favor. I think I can promise that if you ignore us, we'll all be perfectly happy to ignore you.

Welcome to the difference between anti-discrimination protest and hatespeech. Learn it, love it, live it.

Testing a new gizmo

I snagged a Firefox extension that supposedly lets me blog from my desktop without having to click around the Blogger webpage (which is kinda poorly designed,. by the way).

However, apparently I still need to go to the site to log in. Anyway, figured I'd test the doohickey.

Dark Crystal Sequel

Tartakovsky to Direct 'Dark Crystal' Sequel
Variety is reporting that Genndy Tartakovsky (Samurai Jack, Star Wars: The Clone Wars) will direct Power of the Dark Crystal, the sequel to the 1982 fantasy film, The Dark Crystal. Production will start in late summer on the sequel, which is set hundreds of years after the original film and involves a mysterious pyro girl who hopes to restart the sun with a stolen piece of crystal.

Tartakovsky considers the original Dark Crystal film to be the "pinnacle of puppetry," but will attempt to use modern "green screen" technology to create the backgrounds for the puppets to act against in the sequel in order to keep the costs down without sacrificing the visual complexity of the film.

Five-year-olds in office

So, today on the news, we have this:

Iranian newspapers seek cartoonists to draw them some Holocaust cartoons.

They say they want to see if the West will apply our free speech principles to that.

That's really the entire article right there, summed up into two lines that make me want to slam my head off the desk. I just love it when international politics devolves into five-year-olds fighting on the playground. "You made fun of my favorite religious figure, so I'm gonna write on your locker with crayons!"

One of my favorite parts: they encourage foreign cartoonists to apply.

It's so juvenile! Or maybe it's just another manifestation of Ahmadinejad's anti-Semitic hangup. Probably both. A juvenile genocidal hangup. Go ahead. Why not publish Holocaust cartoons? It's not as if Arab papers don't do it every week anyway. They're just screaming louder about it this time.