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Happy Birthday, Harry Potter!

And Jo Rowling, your creator.

What a coincidence they share the same birthday, eh?

And with that, it’s time for work. Holocaust survivors, y’all. Imma have nightmares tonight.

Sometimes, though, it’s worth it.

275% slang?

Your Slanguage Profile

British Slang: 50%
New England Slang: 50%
Prison Slang: 50%
Southern Slang: 50%
Aussie Slang: 25%
Canadian Slang: 25%
Victorian Slang: 25%
What Slanguage Do You Speak?

Emo! Woooo!

You Are an Emo Rocker!

Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.
That doesn’t mean you don’t rock out…
You just rock out with meaning.
For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.
What Kind of Rocker Are You?

It’s the “Let’s Avoid Work As Long As Possible” game!

Your Hidden Talent
You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.
And while this may not seem big, it can be.
It’s people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.
You’re just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.
What’s Your Hidden Talent?

Pretty damn close! :D


You Belong in 1963


1963


If you scored…

1950 - 1959: You’re fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!

1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.

1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you’re partying or protesting, you give it your all!

1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You’re colorful at night - and successful during the day.

1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You’re grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It’s all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

Born in 1965!

Drugs rule.

Observation.

New York State Of Mind” is one of the coolest songs ever.

That is all.

Horrifying.

Because…

You know, I can’t even think of anything ascerbic to say about this. This was nothing but a shame and a waste and whoever did it needs to have some old time justice dealt out to them.

I say drawing and quartering in the village square should suffice. Then drag their fucking worthless corpses through the streets in nailed casks and throw them in the goddamn river.

After which, their parents should be beaten until they can no longer stand. These racist bastards didnt get in this deep without either a blind eye or encouragement at home, or maybe both.

This is the most fucked up racial incident I’ve heard of since James Byrd Jr. God damn it. What goes on in people’s heads that this continues to happen? I mean…how does this keep happening? How?

This kid got an axe to the head in for no reason other than he happened to be black. That’s it. And that pissed some white guy off enough that he just had to kill him. Ends his life because the colour of the kid’s skin offended this brainless piece of putrescent sewer scum.

What the fuck, man?

The Observer | UK News | Racists axe black teenager to death

Who’da thunk it?

You are Agonistic

You’re not sure if God exists, and you don’t care.
For you, there’s no true way to figure out the divine.
You rather focus on what you can control - your own life.
And you tend to resent when others “sell” religion to you.
What’s Your Religious Philosophy?

Heh. They didnt have the “religious freaks should fuck off and die” option, so I came out a gentle, hardly volatile, barely militant “Agonistic” instead of the raging anti-religion maven I actually am.

What I really want to know, though, is is “Agonistic” a typo, or does the creator of the quiz actually believe that if you are an agnostic, that you are in actual agony, and therefore agonistic?

Questions, questions…

CNN.com - Some pull ‘Doonesbury’ over Rove moniker - Jul 27, 2005

“We thought it was in bad taste and probably unclear to a lot of people why we would be using the term,” said Steve Shirk, the Star’s managing editor/news.

You know what I think is bad taste? The fact that you, Mr Shirk, are actually the managing editor of something you refer to as a newspaper, you uptight prude. If your readers are uneducated, it’s because you run a suck ass publication. You should be ashamed of yourself…but you instead probably feel you deserve your job. Pathetic.

You know what’s in worse taste? That “Turd Blossom” is really what the president of this country calls his top advisor. You know, the one who’s guilty of treason?

Instead of refusing to run the strip, every editor who pulled Doonesbury over the “Turd Blossom” reference…any editor of any newspaper, in fact, whether it runs Doonesbury or not…should have pasted the strip across their front page and demanded blood sacrifice. Impeach the leader and convict the traitor, that’s what I think the headlines should have read. Instead, we leave the criminals alone and rebuke the cartoonist who gets it right…just like he has for literal decades.

Here’s the strip, in all its unedited glory. It’s also syndicated on LJ, if anyone over there is interested in acquiring the feed. My hat’s off to Mr Trudeau, as always. I wish like hell he weren’t a lone voice in the wilderness, but I’m sure glad that his voice has never wavered, like almost every other man and woman in this country has.

Bah.

26 July 2005 strip that caused the ruckus:

Doonesbury 26 July 2005

27 July 2005 strip for good measure, in which Gary Trudeau is unrepentant and uses the phrase again, displaying one of the reasons he and his strip are near and dear to my heart:

Doonesbury - 27 July 2005

There. Both strips. And now I have conclusively proven that not only do I have a much larger brain than any idiot who thought it was a good idea to pull the strip, but that my readers are much cooler than theirs are.

Neener neener!

Time for work.

CNN.com - Some pull ‘Doonesbury’ over Rove moniker - Jul 27, 2005

Doonesbury @Slate
(this site opens with audio. very annoying. you can turn it off but only after it starts talking about medical marijuana. if this kind of thing would get you in trouble at work, turn your volume down or wait until you get home to pull it up!)

Bah!

My job tonight is all about religion.

The guy that’s speaking really believes what he is saying is true. From where I’m sitting, he sounds like a pathetic old fool that read one too many fairy tales. And boring fairy tales, at that. But he believes it, hook, line, and sinker. He is clergy; it doesn’t matter which faith, because they’re all fucking goofy.

Just listening to these people is enough to make me despair for the future of the human race. This guy seems like a really nice man who has a good heart and who cares for people. He’s probably a great and loving friend. He knows his subject well, and isn’t afraid to say “I dont know” when he doesn’t. He seems like he has a brain and knows how to use it a little more than your average dude.

What a shame.

Goddamn cable bastards.

So I woke up this morning after a nap…still have a good amount of work to do, yet here I sit, posting to my blog, just as responsible and conscientious as ever…and discovered that our cable was hosed. A lot of WTFage ensues as I potter around the house, crabbily resetting boxes and things. I have Vonage, which is VoIP, so I can’t use my regular phone to call them.

I determined that my prepaid cell phone…no sense in getting a regular cell since I use it almost exclusively for SMS anyway, and I dont trust myself not to run up a $10,000 cell phone bill…had enough time on it to call, though, and I subsequently discovered that the cable company had cut off our service for pretty much no reason whatsoever, and without any warning at all. Except for $55, we only have the current bill, so there’s no huge, outstanding balance here; in fact, today is payday, so the checks were going out this afternoon.

I had to put the cable bill towards rat surgery a few weeks ago, which is why I owed $55 in the first place. That balance was only about…errm….38 days past due, and I happen to know (because I asked previously) that their disconnection policy doesnt kick in for 60 something days.

I demanded to know what the hell was going on over there and this little strumpet got snippy with me. She shut up pretty goddamn fast, though, when I asked her why she felt so superior when she worked in an $8 an hour job for a company so evil that three of their owners went to jail for corporate chicanery and that whoever runs the joint now wouldn’t give a rat’s ass if she got hit by a truck crossing the street to go to lunch this very afternoon. I wonder, I mused to her, why she would feel such a dedication to a corporation like that, and what they ever did for her that gave her the belief that was justified in being rude to customers who are quite blatantly fucked by Adelphia over and over again.

There was a long pause, and then she asked for my Visa number. The snip had left the building.

I fucking hate corporate America, and I hate Adelphia cable. Incidentally, I also hate Russell Crowe and Cinderella Man. I hate being late for work.

It is now all but inevitable.

BALLS.

On Fisticuffs.

You know, I just dont see how anyone can bear to watch boxing. This “sport” is deeply disturbing on every possible level.

What the fuck would motivate anyone to participate in such a thing, either as a fighter or a fan?

*shudder*

LJ Syndication Feed

I have finally set up a syndication feed for those of you on LiveJournal. The link is over to the right, under the Fellowship category. All you have to do is add the user perilousomg to your friends list in LiveJournal, and you’ll have the feed from this blog beamed directly to you, through the miracle of science!

Ain’t life grand?

Desktop for ya!

Look, I took pictures! :D

The silver jasmine:

Bee-yew-ti-ful silver flower!

And for a little variety, try the “golden jasmine” flavour, taken just a moment later. The setting sun is a magical thing, innit?

Bee-yew-ti-ful golden flower!

Clicky on the photos for the wallpaper. Theyre each 1600×1200, so you can scale them down to any desktop.

Enjoy!

Also…

Your IQ Is 125

Your Logical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your General Knowledge is Exceptional
A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

See that?

Verbal genius. I r teh r0xx0rz!!!one!11!

By the way, that math score is a total lie. Everyone knows that I don’t know shit when it comes to math. The questions were just really easy.

Phear me.

Your English Skills:

Grammar: 100%
Punctuation: 100%
Vocabulary: 100%
Spelling: 80%
Does Your English Cut the Mustard?

I never could remember how to spell “millenium.” Err…”millennium…”

Ahh, forget it!

Gangland, London style…

I fully comprehend what is happening in London at the moment. I wish I could be there; I’d ride the tube everywhere I went just to show my support and thumb my nose at terrorism.

However, I do feel that I need to question why, after police had this man down on the ground and pinned underneath an officer’s knee, they still felt they had to shoot him in the head. They shot that man five times after he’d been totally subdued by the officers. Perhaps he was still fighting, still struggling, panicked, wild…well, after all, wouldn’t you be? The very idea of the British police…any British police; I do realize that in Britain, usually only certain special forces officers are permitted to carry guns…running around London with guns, under orders to shoot to kill, is almost more shocking than the bombings themselves. It would scare the shit out of me. The Muslims over there are freaking right the fuck out, and with good reason.

What’s more, the law in England does not require police to identify themselves or warn a suspect (or anyone else) before firing. The law only advises that police confronted with this type of situation consider doing so. The regulations also say that if a suspect will not surrender (and I am assuming here that struggling, etc., during an arrest could be interpreted as “not surrendering”), then armed officers are authorized to shoot for the “head or lower extremeties” when trying to stop a suicide bomber.

(wait, I can explain…)

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