tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90761592024-03-13T14:45:19.236-04:00Letters from the LeftRamblings of the From The Left network of Blogs.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.comBlogger525125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-58302742937036577472011-02-24T09:10:00.001-05:002011-02-24T09:10:31.905-05:00This Is Steve For Real This Time<div>Help... I'm stranded in a foreign country and need money.<div><br></div><div>Conveniently, I was able to get to the Internet and...</div><div><br></div><div>Just kidding.</div><div><br></div><div>It appears as though my e-mail was, according to Google, hijacked by someone in China.</div> <div><br></div><div>I've since updated my security settings.</div><div><br></div><div>Sorry to everyone who got my spam e-mails.</div><div><br></div><div>The ironic thing... I didn't see e-mails from anyone who tried to let me know because Google put them in my spam folder. </div> <div><br></div><div>It wasn't until I got a text from someone that I was tipped off.</div><div><br></div><div>-Steve</div></div><div><br></div> Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-4176355958204482102011-02-24T08:15:00.001-05:002011-02-24T08:15:51.656-05:00my dear friend<p>zThey accept credit card transactions,<br> bank transfers,and more.<br>Just have a look at this web page : <<a href="http://www.newelecn.com/">www.newelecn.com</a> ><br>I am sure you will could save a lot of money!<br> Best regards!</p> Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-22844641233866980032007-06-28T13:53:00.001-04:002007-06-28T14:19:51.276-04:00When Apple Went Wrong<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNElD9aYhZxOdjerTcdA-YvqfyAQVjWcW-m6A_MuLF_9ctC8mzxlLcYJgbNlljERpOVMYH9z0EqMX8PhrGprhxJTHpyW3r2GbVmd-DO20R84spCOGjv7hRxyXhmrpWllWF6koD/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNElD9aYhZxOdjerTcdA-YvqfyAQVjWcW-m6A_MuLF_9ctC8mzxlLcYJgbNlljERpOVMYH9z0EqMX8PhrGprhxJTHpyW3r2GbVmd-DO20R84spCOGjv7hRxyXhmrpWllWF6koD/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081174913294438242" border="0" /></a>MSNBC has an <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19466257/?pg=1#Wireless_Apple_missteps_070627">AP story</a> about Apple products that went "wrong." Now, as a recent convert over to all things Apple I'm well aware of a few things they've flopped on. However, this article was, how you say, a bit underwhelming. I mean, they really had to stretch a bit here.<br /><br />The list of flops are as follows:<br /><br />1. The iTunes Phone (aka ROKR), 2005<br />2. The one button mouse (1983)<br />3. The Cube (2000)<br />4. The Newton (1993)<br />5. The iMac (1998)<br />6. EWorld (1994)<br /><br />Now, I'll give them 3, 4, and 6. However, I've got a problem with 1, 2, and 5.<br /><br />First of all, the iTunes phone wasn't even an Apple product really. It was from Motorola, and they just licensed being able to use iTunes on the phone. I would hardly call this an Apple flop. The phone sold well, it was just not what people wanted, so, they discontinued it.<br /><br />Second, the one button mouse is not a flop. If it was a flop it wouldn't be in existence anymore. I hardly call something that has been around 15 years a flop. Sure, you may not like it, but that's your problem. If you want two buttons, stay with Windows.<br /><br />Third, the iMac? WTF? Their argument for this one is that it's no longer "exciting." Give me a break. It's their consumer desktop, no different than a Dell. Actually, it's closer to a Dell than ever before, the only real difference is case design and OS.<br /><br />Anyway, give the article a look yourself.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-91910943552196825012007-03-29T10:07:00.000-04:002007-03-29T10:09:26.872-04:00Stupid LawyersLawyer: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?<br /><br />Doctor: No.<br /><br />Lawyer: Did you check for blood pressure?<br /><br />Doctor: No.<br /><br />Lawyer: Did you check for breathing?<br /><br />Doctor: No.<br /><br />Lawyer: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?<br /><br />Doctor: No.<br /><br />Lawyer: How can you be so sure, Doctor?<br /><br />Doctor: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.<br /><br />Lawyer: But could the patient have still been alive nevertheless?<br /><br />Doctor: It is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-24138066225129097482007-03-15T23:08:00.000-04:002007-03-15T23:09:19.011-04:00Tale Anything You WantI have no idea what this is but I fell on the floor laughing.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q9M5ddlZOYg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q9M5ddlZOYg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-67524083110153832552007-03-13T14:01:00.000-04:002007-03-13T14:26:28.222-04:00Cheif of Staff General Peter Pace Thinks Gays Are Immoral<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXbaC1KDGz1lDf93KbmLZlb-mFMLWdEJZgS5apTCdRKB6v9yPQfStkGjxRfeMtVA0-CrLWLnQLVvtj3DfS3kTAvx0PIZ1-3ptyZXteeqBG57H_yCZ8bKP4vpRJuebCdeiKQ4B/s1600-h/GenPeterPaceUSMC.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXbaC1KDGz1lDf93KbmLZlb-mFMLWdEJZgS5apTCdRKB6v9yPQfStkGjxRfeMtVA0-CrLWLnQLVvtj3DfS3kTAvx0PIZ1-3ptyZXteeqBG57H_yCZ8bKP4vpRJuebCdeiKQ4B/s200/GenPeterPaceUSMC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041476975646825522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;">So Joint Chief of Staff General Peter Pace told the Chicago Tribune that he, "believe[s] that homosexual acts between individuals are immoral, and that we should not condone immoral acts. News flash sarge, who gives a shit what you think is immoral?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">First and foremost, the military needs to get their heads out of their asses. Gays have been serving in the military since it's inception. It's likely that some of our best soldiers have been homosexual, both male and female. It's likely that a portion of our troops over in Iraq and Afghanistan right now are homosexual. Don't ask, don't tell is a joke. If you're so worried about showing confidence in your troops, how confident do you think they feel after they hear something like that?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Second, why does it matter what you think is immoral? If it isn't against the law then your opinion of morality doesn't figure into the equation. You also think that "military members who sleep with other military members' wives are immoral in their conduct." I ask, why do you give a shit what two other consenting adults are going with their lives? I know adultry is prosecuted in the military, and I think the military needs to mind its own business.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Here is the catch 22 with the military, they're hypocrites. They want the best, as long as the best fits their definition of what "the best" is. I'd much rather have a gay man who's got his shit together watching my back than a high school drop out who happens to be straight. You're lowering the qualification requirements to get in, but giving shit to perfectly fine people because of who they find themselves attracted to.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The only way any of that is fair is to require all members of the military to be chaste. You can't say that having sex one way is okay, but having sex another way isn't. I mean, where does that stop? Is the military going to dictate what it decides are the morally appropriate sexual positions? What are their views on anal sex? Is that immoral?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">This is what I don't understand about a society that says "privacy is paramount" yet tries to dictate what you do in your private life. As long as no one is being harmed, does it matter what you are doing in your private life?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">There is nothing wrong with gays in the military. You may have a problem with gays. You may not feel comfortable around them. You may not like the idea of them. However, that's your problem, not theirs. Maybe the military needs to figure out how to deal with certain issues themselves instead of trying to push things away so they don't have to deal with them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">This reminds me of the crap their giving our boys that come back with PTSD. Instead of dealing with it, these guys get called pussies and sent to the brig. Sounds like a crock of shit to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">That's my view, but I'm open for discussion.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Enjoy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">-Steve</span>Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-80784822576435371152007-02-28T07:46:00.000-05:002007-02-28T07:47:44.865-05:00A Bikers Wish<span style="font-family: arial;">This one comes from Bill:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"A man riding his Harley was riding along a California beach when suddenly the</span><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said, "Because you</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The biker pulled over and said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">anytime I want." The Lord said, "Your request is materialistic, think of the</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! It</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">of something that could possibly help mankind."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, "Lord, I wish</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">that I and all men could understand women; I want to know how she feels inside,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">she means when she says nothings wrong, and how I can make a woman truly</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">happy."</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?""</span><br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><br />-Steve<br /></span></div>Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-53091421530794166092007-02-20T10:37:00.000-05:002007-02-20T10:38:40.319-05:00Re: Life Moves OnMy aunt is out of the coma and breathing on her own. This is amazing, as her prognosis didn't look good and her organs had been failing. It's touch and go for right now, and the prognosis is still uncertain, but as of now she is alive and breathing on her own.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-52254437639526200562007-02-20T08:30:00.000-05:002007-02-20T08:31:26.015-05:00Life Moves OnMy aunt will most likely pass away today. My father told me that, “At 8:30 A.M. EST tomorrow the doctors will turn off her ventilator. If her heart fails, she is a no-code. If she goes into convulsions they will start a morphine drip. She could go on for a few minutes, hours or days.” Most likely she will have some sort of withdrawal or convulsions, and then, slowly and peacefully, she will pass away.<br /><br />It’s odd knowing what time someone will die. You sit in your office, doing your work, reading your web sites, knowing that with each passing minute another tick one someone’s life clock passes by.<br /><br />I can only imagine what my cousins must be dealing with. My uncle Al passed on about six years ago. So, three boys in their thirties will have lost their mother and father within a decade of each other. It’s sad, but part of life.<br /><br />I don’t know if it’s fate, destiny, coincidence, or whatever, but when certain events occur I find I seem to pick up on seemingly non-related mentioning of it that seem to surround me. Details that otherwise would pass by without notice. Yesterday in my car NPR had a story about someone passing away, who’s only fear was that they wouldn’t leave an impact on the world they leave behind. They were worried that not being remembered would make their life trivial, as if they never existed at all.<br /><br />I’m not sure what my feelings are on an afterlife. I just feel there is so much more to this world (and by world I mean the all encompassing plain of existence, not specifically the planet Earth) that is beyond the concept and comprehension of our mind. I’m scared of death, just like most others, but I too fear that I will pass on without leaving a mark. Whether that mark be children, music, art, history, or what have you, something, something that will bind me to the place I lived and the life I had.<br /><br />I think that’s why my mind can never settle down, why I’m always coming up with magical stories, things to write down, opinions to express; I’m worried about my own place in this world. Some people probably never find it themselves, and they die lonely desperate lives. I don’t want to be one of those people.<br /><br />That’s what I think dreams are. Dreams are the ideas we think will help us feel like we matter, like somehow we made a difference on this world, to the lives around us, to history itself. It’s important to have dreams and ambitions, without them it would feel like a cog in the wheel of life is missing, and I just don’t think things would work the same way.<br /><br />I hope my aunt passes away peacefully and that her sons can move on form this. Anticipation is the worst thing in the world because it never ends. Until the event happens you just constantly prepare yourself for it, and you can never beat anticipation, you can only beat the event itself.<br /><br />Its 8:30 right now as I write this…and one more person moves on.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-88864263010720007302007-02-15T07:33:00.000-05:002007-02-15T07:36:50.864-05:00Anger ManagementI got this from Bill, but I don't know where he got it from. Either way, I thought it was pretty funny:<br /><br />When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.<br /><br />I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."<br /><br />I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"<br /><br />Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right fuckin' number!" and the phone was slammed down on me.<br /><br />I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.<br /><br />Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.<br /><br />When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "asshole calling" would have to stop.<br />So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Verizon. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"<br /><br />He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.<br /><br />I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"<br /><br />One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.<br /><br />A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"<br /><br />"Yes, it is", he said.<br /><br />"Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.<br /><br />"Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."<br /><br />"What's your name?" I asked.<br /><br />"My name is Don Hansen," he said.<br /><br />"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"<br /><br />"I'm home every evening after five."<br /><br />"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"<br /><br />"Yes?"<br /><br />"Don, you're an asshole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.<br /><br />Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.<br /><br />"Hello?"<br /><br />"You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)<br /><br />"Are you still there?" he asked.<br /><br />"Yeah," I said.<br /><br />"Stop calling me," he screamed.<br /><br />"Make me," I said.<br /><br />"Who are you?" he asked.<br /><br />"My name is Don Hansen."<br /><br />"Yeah? Where do you live?"<br /><br />"Asshole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front."<br /><br />He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."<br /><br />I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up.<br /><br />Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said.<br /><br />"Hello, asshole," I said.<br /><br />He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."<br /><br />"You'll what?" I said.<br /><br />"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.<br /><br />I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."<br /><br />Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.<br /><br />I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.<br /><br />NOW I feel much better.<br /><br />Anger management really works...Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-20038979111977659472007-02-12T09:51:00.000-05:002007-02-09T07:59:27.193-05:00Jesus Is WatchingThis one comes from Curt, who I'm sure got it somewhere on the internet:<br /><br />A burglar broke into a house one night.<br /><br />He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables; and when he picked up a CD player to place in his sack, a strange, disembodied voice echoed from the dark saying, "Jesus is watching you."<br /><br />He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze.<br /><br />When he heard nothing more after a bit , he shook his head, promised himself a vacation after the next big score, then clicked the light on and began searching for more valuables. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard, "Jesus is watching you."<br /><br />Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice.<br /><br />Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot.<br /><br />"Did you say that?" he hissed at the parrot.<br /><br />"Yep," the parrot confessed, then squawked, "I'm just trying to warn you."<br /><br />The burglar relaxed. "Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?"<br /><br />"Moses," replied the bird.<br /><br />"Moses?" the burglar laughed . "What kind of people would name their bird Moses?"<br /><br />"The kind of people that would name their Rottweiler Jesus."Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-3113883310060422642007-02-09T07:50:00.000-05:002007-02-04T09:27:12.268-05:00Two Big Juggs Pass Away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9-ewOsmpFBc4NBRq-72rhzhO94tuT3M6wVeCJ9D21CBsq8taGI86jq06xkQS3kZhqt73BgFc6L5pSj_ELg46CCBdwX7cvS1oZlX3c8xWJEtcy0b_7Gkz-B8GHOwCx8h_vNgb/s1600-h/cleevage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9-ewOsmpFBc4NBRq-72rhzhO94tuT3M6wVeCJ9D21CBsq8taGI86jq06xkQS3kZhqt73BgFc6L5pSj_ELg46CCBdwX7cvS1oZlX3c8xWJEtcy0b_7Gkz-B8GHOwCx8h_vNgb/s320/cleevage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029516155490994610" border="0" /></a>Anna Nicole Smith died. Big deal. A woman who was best known for her large breasts and marrying an 89 year old billionaire for, ahem, "love" has passed on. She leaves behind a train wreck of a life, one dead adult child, and a baby who may never know who it's real father is.<br /><br />Why should we care about her again?<br /><br />Anna Nicole meant absolutely shit to this country. Yet we were fascinated by her. Well, some people were, I certainly wasn't. While I wouldn't say I'm glad that someone is dead, I am glad that now that she has passed on I won't have to see anything more about her in the news ever again.<br /><br />She was annoying. She was fat. She was skinny. She was drunk. She was sober. She was pregnant. She wasn't pregnant. This woman even managed to somehow wind up in the Supreme Court. THE SUPREME COURT! JESUS! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS COUNTRY?<br /><br />Sorry about that.<br /><br />It's not Anna's fault. She's the victim here. She didn't ask for this "celebrity," she just reveled in it. She was a celebrity just for being a celebrity. Sort of like Paris Hilton, but heavier, and with a few kids and at least one soft core porn to her credit. Paris went straight for the hard core stuff.<br /><br />Wow, how do I even close up a post like this? I shouldn't even have written it to begin with because even by covering it I'm acting like a hypocrite. Oh well, I guess you can't have your cake and eat it too. Or in Anna's case, eat two or three of them. Throw them up. Sign a weight loss deal, and somehow manage to make it into some sort of important event.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-57999388551764959932007-02-04T09:24:00.000-05:002007-02-04T09:27:12.940-05:00Telly Savalas Tells It Like It IsI saw this on <a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2007/02/02/creepy_telly_savalas.html">BoingBoing</a> and just had to share:<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xgmgm-1UfBI"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xgmgm-1UfBI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-37775384088585113122007-01-30T07:21:00.000-05:002007-01-30T07:26:17.964-05:00Barbaro passes away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4oexcqVqSwTIJGDC8Nx9UvwSfIlTdf-5A5X7914r87GzThkOzi_LuGJVKC9Dkc2GKVJVeKUn_U06bfGmNULQ8jYGdNdrKHc70cmKk2N7PvPN0gehYeJVuk5zWig-n4CMPllC/s1600-h/Barbaro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4oexcqVqSwTIJGDC8Nx9UvwSfIlTdf-5A5X7914r87GzThkOzi_LuGJVKC9Dkc2GKVJVeKUn_U06bfGmNULQ8jYGdNdrKHc70cmKk2N7PvPN0gehYeJVuk5zWig-n4CMPllC/s200/Barbaro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025797798338247442" border="0" /></a>I just wanted to take a moment to remind everyone that this isn't news. Barbaro was a horse. He's been euthanized. He ran in the Kentucky Derby and won. He broke his leg in the Preakness and it was all down hill from there. End of story.<br /><br />However, I had to sit through something on NPR today that made me gag. They made him out to be this underdog winner who fought against the odds and inspired a country.<br /><br />First of all, he's a horse. No one is inspired by a horse any more than they are inspired by a giraffe.<br /><br />Second of all, he's a horse. He ran in circles so rich people could make money.<br /><br />Third of all, HE'S A HORSE! He didn't bring attention to AIDS. He didn't bring attention to poverty. He didn't work to balance the wage discrepancies between men and women. He didn't work to protect us against nuclear proliferation. He didn't work to further the work of Dr. Martin Luther King. He didn't travel the world teaching kids about tolerance. He didn't support saving the rain forests. He wasn't even a member of PETA. He didn't do any of the above mentioned things, all of which could arguably require some sort of remembrance with his passing. No, he was a horse. He ran in circles. Now he's dead.<br /><br />I don't understand why people put so much time an effort into trying to make a story out of this. It's a horse people. It's owners aren't even that remarkable, nor did any of them partake in any of the activities I mentioned in the paragraph above.<br /><br />There is no touching story about a boy and his horse. There is no benefit to be had from studying Barbaro's life. There's nothing. Just a horse who ran in circles for money.<br /><br />Instead of spending time covering something that has zero impact on any real person's life, go knock on the White House's door to find out why the price of gas has barely budged even when oil continues to sink. That's a story. A story that the average person could get something out of.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-77146853473962378322007-01-29T13:27:00.000-05:002007-01-29T13:30:39.515-05:00Iguana has penis removed after week long erectionI saw this on BoingBoing and thought it was hilarious:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0F_q-1xy_vSIGKe8Hw4DyA7LBCFhCJbinFTEvEV-q5ExV4FneJUr66AgG7Zzi5alptyVxNrkDt9BMMA_z7aPRVYAWfXHAHpxmgu5o9qWWswvbx4ZqRaQ9e3RkiIvf2knBxKV/s1600-h/iguana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0F_q-1xy_vSIGKe8Hw4DyA7LBCFhCJbinFTEvEV-q5ExV4FneJUr66AgG7Zzi5alptyVxNrkDt9BMMA_z7aPRVYAWfXHAHpxmgu5o9qWWswvbx4ZqRaQ9e3RkiIvf2knBxKV/s200/iguana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025521047825562370" border="0" /></a>"Iguana erection update: vets at a zoo in Brussels have chopped off the penis of an iguana called Mozart, so he can walk again after suffering with a permanent erection.<br />...<br /><br />Zoo officials decided on the operation after keepers called in experts when they saw the iguana was in some discomfort, and having trouble walking because of the permanent erection."<br /><br />I wish I got that kind of attention when I had an erection.<br /><br />Read the original story <a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/article.html?in_article_id=35086&in_page_id=2">here</a>.<br /><br />Link to the BoingBoing story <a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2007/01/29/iguanas_penis_remove.html">here</a>.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-54917576578771718582007-01-23T12:39:00.000-05:002007-01-23T12:40:03.945-05:00The Show With ZeFrankI don't know if anyone else has come across this site but it's freaking great.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.zefrank.com">The Show With ZeFrank</a>, check it out.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-75472211157525375992007-01-09T07:32:00.000-05:002007-01-09T07:59:11.166-05:00So today is the big day...for Apple<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyhU_p5nCeFRxNLAFCl3GUSngKdxSxK4wLvU4yOwVcbO6Fi9HKO2BWtKDtIwpX89heK8nUd7YW_NTjwwj5gEx-J-g_AV3rIRCpNX6x_8Ax8ds4HLsLMjC16s7rmG9g03WFKj_/s1600-h/Apple_Logo.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyhU_p5nCeFRxNLAFCl3GUSngKdxSxK4wLvU4yOwVcbO6Fi9HKO2BWtKDtIwpX89heK8nUd7YW_NTjwwj5gEx-J-g_AV3rIRCpNX6x_8Ax8ds4HLsLMjC16s7rmG9g03WFKj_/s320/Apple_Logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018007817710765618" border="0" /></a>So today is the big day for Apple. The big keynote speech. The day Steve Jobs changes everything. Or so the hype would have you believe.<br /><br />I switched from a Windows based desktop to an Apple based laptop back in August. Let me tell you, best thing I could ever do. My home computing is just much better now, and significantly more fun. Also, I use the term "based" above on purpose. You see, I also run Windows on my Apple laptop, when I want to. It's a nice plus. You can't run OSX on a Windows computer. I get the best of both worlds. Luck me.<br /><br />At any rate, back to my original statement. Today is the big keynote statement by Steve Jobs at Macworld. I've been waiting for this for a while now. I always get geeked up about it. All his keynote speeches have a certain vibe around them. It's am amazing little media frenzy Apple has created for itself. For each person who craps on Apple for being so secret I offer you this one argument. Tell me the last time HP or Dell had hype introducing a new item. Now, tell me when they did it twice in a row. Okay, now three times in a row. Can't do it, can you.<br /><br />The point is, Apple created this hype machine years ago and it does wonders for them, WONDERS. It's at the point today where Apple doesn't even need to add to the hype by dropping little hints here and there. Nope, the media and financial firms do it all for them. Everyone loves to speculate, talk up, say they know, and otherwise speculate on what might be announced during the keynote.<br /><br />Fact is, this is simply the best hype machine for any tech company there is. HP, Dell, Gateway, Sony, Toshiba, Panasonic, LG, and anyone else out there should take note. This is how it's done. Financial analysts hate it. They say public companies need to make it know what they're working on, for the sake of the stock holders. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE STOCK HOLDERS!<br /><br />The only other show that used to generate this amount of hype for new tech was E3, and now that's gone. Once a year Nintendo, Microsoft, and Sony would have their big presentations, setting the stage for the upcoming year, and maybe the year after that. It was the only thing that compared. And not it is gone.<br /><br />I'm excited, but I don't think anything Earth shattering will come out today. I'm interested in the possibilities of an Apple branded cell phone. So far I'm the only one out there saying that they'll have to models. One named the MacPhone, the other, more upscale and smart phone version, the MacPhone Pro. But hey, that's me, and what do I know.<br /><br />Now, I could be wrong about there not being anything earth shattering. Apple's banners and image say "The Last 30 Years Were Just The Begining." What could this mean? I think it means that Apple is going to start offering a whole line of consumer products. Phone, Computer, TV, Media Center, Radios, iPods, Alarm Clocks, Toasters, the works. I mean, Apple could do to appliances what it did to computers, make them sexy. If they do, watch out Cuisinart.<br /><br />I'll have a full run down later tonight after work with a Podcast, both in generic MP3 as well as SUPER ENHANCED M4A FORMAT. In other words, it'll have pictures that display if you play it in iTunes or on your iPod, no big deal really.<br /><br />I'll be tuned in to all the blogs that cover the presentation and I'll watch it myself later today. Should be fun. Glad I take lunch from 12:00-1:00 EST, just in time for the keynote. Whoopie!<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-1166464871320335102006-12-18T12:59:00.000-05:002006-12-18T13:01:11.343-05:00Site Relaunch 1/5/2007Just an FYI, the site will officially relaunch on 1/5/2007.<br /><br />I've been playing with another site and I've decided while I like the features, the site is a bit too restricting for what I want to do.<br /><br />In the mean time, Happy Holidays.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-1158856795173847832006-09-21T12:39:00.000-04:002006-09-21T12:39:55.330-04:00Observations: Scary short story<div class=Section1> <h4><b><i><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-style:italic'>I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Google</span></font></i><o:p></o:p></b></h4> <h5><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><b><i><font size=4 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:13.0pt;font-style:normal'>Los Angeles</span></font></i></b></st1:place></st1:City><span style='font-style: normal'>, 2026</span><o:p></o:p></h5> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>Ted got busted because we do graffiti. Losing Ted was a big setback, as Ted was the only guy in our gang who knew how to steal aerosol spray cans. As potent instruments of teenage social networking, aerosol spray cans have "high abuse potential". So spray cans are among the many things us teenagers can't buy, like handguns, birth control, alcohol, cigarettes and music with curse words.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>I tried hard to buy us another spray can. I'm a street poet, so really, I tried. I walked up to the mall-store register, disguised in my Dad's business jacket, with cash in hand. They're cheap, aerosol spray cans. Beautiful colours of paint, just screaming to get sprayed someplace public where everybody has to see what's on our minds. The store wouldn't sell me the can. The e-commerce system simply would not allow that transaction. The screen just went gray and stayed gray.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>That creepy "differential permissioning" sure saves a lot of trouble for grown-ups. Increasing chunks of the world are just... magically off limits. It's a weird new regime where every mall and every school and every bus and train and jet is tagged and tracked and ambient and pervasive and ubiquitous and geolocative... Jesus, I love those words... Where was I?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>Right. We teenagers have to live in "controlled spaces". Radio-frequency ID tags, real-time locative systems, global positioning systems, smart doorways, security videocams. They "protect" us kids, from imaginary satanic drug dealer terrorist mafia predators. We're "secured". We're juvenile delinquents with always-on cellphone nannies in our pockets. There's no way to turn them off. The internet was designed without an off-switch.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>So my pal Ted, who stupidly loved to tag his own name on the walls, got sent to reform school, where the security is insanely great. Me, I had a much higher grade-point average than Ted, but with no handy Ted to steal spray cans, the words of the prophet have vanished from the subway walls. So much for my campaign to cover the town with graffiti street-stencils of my favourite teen pop stars: George Orwell and Aldous Huxley.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>And Shakespeare. I used to hate Shakespeare, because the teachers would park us in front of the webcam terminals, turn on the Shakespeare lessons and leave the building. But then, somehow, they showed us <i><span style='font-style:italic'>Macbeth</span></i>, a play which actually MEANS something to us. Grown-ups don't understand that (or they wouldn't be teaching it) but <i><span style='font-style:italic'>Macbeth</span></i> is the true authentic story of my generation. This is Macbeth's world, and us teenagers just live in it. Dig this: those "Three Weird Sisters", who mysteriously know everything? They can foretell anything, instantly, like Google? Plus, the witches make it all sound really great - only, in real life, it totally sucks? Well, those "Three Weird Sisters" are the "Internet of Things", they're "Ubiquitous Computation", they're "Ambient Findability". The truth is written all over the page (or the screen - my school can't afford to give us any "pages"). Just read that awesome part where they're boiling pseudocode in their witch-cauldron! They talk like web designers!<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size: 12.0pt'>"<quote><quotetext>The words of the prophet have vanished from the subway walls</quotetext></quote>"<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>Macbeth stumbles around seeing ghosts and virtual-reality daggers. That sure makes sense. Every day of my life, I see people with cellphones yelling eerie gibberish in public. The world of Macbeth is totally haunted and paranoid! You can't get one minute's privacy, even inside your own bed!<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>So, I did my class report about <i><span style='font-style:italic'>Macbeth</span></i>, and every kid in my English class instantly agreed with me. I'm not the most popular guy in school, but they started CHEERING me. And Debbie, this wacky Goth chick in my class who identifies with Lady Macbeth... After my class report, Debbie sleep-walked out of the classroom and pretended to hang herself! Of course the teen-suicide subroutines in the school jumped onto Debbie immediately. Debbie broke the software rules, so Debbie is toast, just like Ted.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>My Dad - he's still alive, apparently - he sent me an email from <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region> and said I ought to "recruit" Debbie into my "social group dynamics of online identity production". My Dad always talks like that. I haven't seen Dad face-to-face in six years. Look: I am a 17-year-old male, okay? I don't want to send Debbie any hotlinks and digital video. I want to take Debbie out! Maybe we could take some clothes off! But there isn't any "out" for me and Debbie. There isn't any "off", either.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>Okay, I admit it: Debbie is insane. The fact that Debbie really likes me, that just proves it. Debbie ACCEPTS this sick state of reality. She EMBRACES it. We are doomed.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>Imagine that Debbie and me somehow go out together. We want to network with our peer group, teenager-wise. I need to figure out what's hip and with-it and rebellious, and Debbie needs to know what the other cyber-Goth chicks are wearing. Is that okay? No!<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>It's not that we can't do it: it's that all our social relations have been reified with a clunky intensity. They're digitized! And the networking hardware and software that pervasively surround us are built and owned by evil, old, rich corporate people! Social-networking systems aren't teenagers! These machines are METHODICALLY KILLING OUR SOULS! If you don't count wall-graffiti (good old spray paint), we have no means to spontaneously express ourselves. We can't "find ourselves" - the market's already found us and filled us with map pins.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>At our local mall, events-management sub-engines emit floods of locative data. So if Debbie and me sneak in there, looking for some private place to get horizontal, all the vidcams swivel our way. Then a rent-a-cop shows up. What next? Should we go to Lovers' Lane? There aren't any! They eliminated all those! They were tracked down with satellites and abolished with Google Maps.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>Okay, sure: I know I sound pretty depressed. Us teenage poets depress easily. You know what they tell me whenever I rant like this? "Get a hobby." Play imaginary fantasy computer games! That is allowed me! Wow, thanks! When she nursed me as a baby, my Mom dropped me right on my head to play Wonder-World of Witchcraft. I sure know where <i><span style='font-style:italic'>that</span></i> story goes. If "religion is the opiate of the people", then immersive multiplayer 3D virtual worlds are hard-core Afghani heroin. My Mom will never make it back into the labor force: Mom's way too busy building herself up to 146th-level SuperMasonic Tolkien-Fantasy Ultra-Elf Queen. Like that helps! Look, I can show you Mom's gaming environment, right on the screen here. My Mom's a Welfare Elf Queen (CR) (system crash) (hard reboot)<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>Debbie: why do you access me, when you know that makes things hard for me? Why do you tag, and link to me? Why do you telephone? And why, why, why do you write me silly notes on paper? I am so sick of you, Debbie. Why, why do you hack me? It is just to see the things that you know I am writing about you...<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>Debbie, you believe in us. You think we are the future.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p><font size=3 face="Times New Roman"><span style='font-size:12.0pt'>I am so miserably happy, just now.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><a href="http://www.newscientisttech.com/article/mg19125691.800;jsessionid=OPEGCJHNALIL?DCMP=ILC-OpenHouse&nsref=mg19125691.800INT">Original link.</a><o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>-Enjoy.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> </div>Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-1158674836801229452006-09-19T10:07:00.000-04:002006-09-19T10:07:17.213-04:00Stock News: What the heck is going on with Delta?<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>So, I bought 200.00 worth of Delta stock around a year or so ago at .75 cents. After the 14.99 trading fee that got me about 246 shares, yay me.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Then, it just sort of floated around .70-.80 cents for a while, dipping all the way down to .30 at one point (where I wish I had 100 bucks I could have bought more stock with), before returning back to the .70-.80 mark.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Then, all of the sudden last week it got hot, and I don’t know why. As of when I write this, the stock is at 1.69, which is more then double what I bought it at. Now, I’m in this for the long haul, hoping it gets back to a reasonable level so I can start a college savings fund with the proceeds from my 200 dollar investment. However, I smell something fishy. This thing has been gaining 20-50% each day, which can’t be sustained obviously.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Where will the stock go? Up? Down? Who knows?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>I hope it stays up, but I can’t help but suspect some sort of market correction sooner rather than later.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>If you want to see the monthly trend click <a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/detail/stock_quote?Symbol=DALRQ">here.</a><o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>-Steve<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> </div>Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-1158252612011489532006-09-14T12:46:00.000-04:002006-09-14T12:50:12.066-04:00Video Game News: What Are You Doing on November 19th?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6997/645/1600/wii-large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6997/645/320/wii-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Well, if you've got 250 bucks and someone to stand in line for you, you could be playing the Nintendo Wii.<br /><br />I'm excited to finally know when I can get my hands on one of these. I've already got the 360, and had no real incentive to get a PS3 (especially at 600 bucks) since it's basically just a Sony 360.<br /><br />The Wii on the other hand is different and offers something the others don't as far as game play is concerned.<br /><br />We'll see if Nintendo can turn around the misfourtunes of their business follies of the past ten years and once again be taken seriously on the home console video game market. If the Nintendo DS is any indication, I think this Wii thing might just get over and be a hit. Look for it to be THE HOT item for kids and adults alike this Christmas.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-1157976713341735022006-09-11T08:11:00.000-04:002006-09-11T08:11:53.356-04:00Where are the posts?<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>My posting has been lack luster as of late. The reason? I’m working on a new format for the blog. It’s a project that’s going to take a few weeks, but I hope when I’m done it will better reflect the look and feel of what I want my blog to be.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>I’ll still put up things as I see fit, or commentary on events I want to talk about. However, postings won’t return to usually until after I get done with the project. You’ll know it when it happens since things will look a lot different.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>-Steve<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> </div>Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-1157976560911932692006-09-11T08:07:00.000-04:002006-09-11T08:09:20.936-04:00A Day of Remembrance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6997/645/1600/9-11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6997/645/320/9-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>September 11, 2001…I’m not going to go on about what the day means to me, or lessons we’ve learned. I’ll leave those thoughts up to you. Today is a sad day, and a day of remembrance and dignity.<br /><br />2,973 people passed away today.<br /><br />I don’t know if I ever really got over the sadness of that day. Tears still well up in my eyes as I watch footage, listen to stories, and remember the events. Every person deals with issues in their own way, and I’ll continue to deal with this in mine.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-1157544858277510712006-09-06T08:12:00.000-04:002006-09-06T08:14:40.253-04:00TiVO News: The Origins of TiVOI'm sure some of the readers out there have a TiVO. I probably would too if I didn't already have a built in DVR with my cable box. Evidently, someone has found leaked footage of the origins of TiVO. Before the Feds cover this up again, I share with you the YouTube video:<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsXUPmWAfhY"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsXUPmWAfhY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Crazy stuff, huh?<br /><br />Who knew?<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076159.post-1157544749924562222006-09-06T08:08:00.000-04:002006-09-06T08:12:29.946-04:00Transformers The Movie News: Funny ComicBeing that I won't be posting much about Transformers anymore, since I do the podcasts each Saturday, I'm saving the posts for really big news.<br /><br />Although this doesn't fall into the "really big news" category, I thought it was funny enough to share. PVP is an online comic strip I read each day, and thier most recent comic pokes some fun at all the hoopla on the Transformers message boards on like AintItCoolNews and stuff, and all of their complaining about how various robots look and whatnot.<br /><br />Here's the comic, enjoy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6997/645/1600/pvp20060905.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6997/645/400/pvp20060905.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>If you want to check out the PVP site, which I suggest you do, go <a href="http://pvponline.com">here</a>.<br /><br />-SteveStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04583465995645708038noreply@blogger.com0