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  • Special treatment for the rich and famous… (A “stupid shit I think about” post)

    I don’t care if the D.A.’s office had an axe to grind 40 years ago, all I see is some rich person who was convicted, jumped bail, and has been living a really good lifestyle for all these years safe in the arms of an “ally” who’s chosen to get its petty snarks in any way it can. But now even the victim, who still maintains the incident was true, is calling for the D.A. to drop the case. He’s outwaited everyone, and now, rather than ever serve a day behind bars, for right or wrong, he’s evaded the entire legal system of the United States of America.

    Roman Polanski, I will never, ever watch one of your movies. You’re a sick bastard, and have used your connections to manipulate and twist public opinion. You are not the victim. In reality, the victim is everyone else who’s got to go before a judge and doesn’t have to option of fleeing to Paris and living off their residuals and/or new projects. The day you die is the day I drink a toast, because the world will be a better place without your sorry ass in it. If there’s a hell, they’ve a spot reserved for you.

    If I’m ever on trial, my first defence will be the “Polanski” defence. It is my RIGHT to be able to not serve a time in jail, but rather be exiled. So be it.

  • Warning, I’m mad, and I swear. If you are afraid co-workers, little children, or Mopar might overhear you’d best not click on the play button.

     

  • 2009′s not starting that bad…

    …as my friend decided that he didn’t want this 1GB iPod shuffle. *shrug* I never refuse free stuff. :P

  • My tried and true technique…

    … is eBay on a major holiday. Everyone forgets about that “wowie” item that they have to have in the crush of gatherings and alcohol induced fuzz. Disipline is required, and I abstained from both the booze and the need for sleep, and SHOPPED VICTORIOUSLY.

    My Olympus C-765 will be replaced by a lightly used C-765, for the grand total of $75. Now I have to order one spare battery and some 512H XD cards for the camera, and find a new camera bag.

    2009: DAY ONE: WIN.

  • A moment of your time…

    Sorry for the delays, but the holidays have been a long, absolute, unmitigated disaster. I have been constantly sick since the 26th, first with a cold, and then with tonsilitis-of-opportunity.

    On the 19th, two things happened: I found out that my niece was pregnant, and that she’d failed to lock her car doors and my Olympus camera was stolen. She had an abortion on the 21st, and didn’t file a police report about the camera, at all, it seems. I knew Christmas was going to be lean, I didn’t expect to be behind *and* disappointed. *sigh*

    And sick. My sleep schedule’s trashed, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to realign it in time for the next semester. That, coupled with the fact that the entire campus shut down *before* they released the financial aid means we all get paid the day before school starts, if we’re lucky. They’re doing this in large part to force us to buy books from the campus bookstore. I’ve already told my astronomy teacher and Dr. Commuri that they’ll have to wait a week. I can’t really afford to do that for the Mexico class, no pass, no graduate. I think I should be allowed to skip Latin American requirements just for being an American who even knew the Pacific War took place, and I ain’t talkin’ WWII.

    The Oly is hard to replace, and I still used it alot for Miniature Rules shots, especially the close in ones. I can’t catch a break on eBay, my next chance comes at 6:30am on 1 January. Oh, fun.

    Finally, to set it all off, my display case fell, and my Aurora drop ship and about 30 of my minis are in less-than-stellar shape. Clan SittingDucks, who’s become quite a good friend, is trying to patch the Mary Ellen Carter up. *sigh*

    “Who the hell does this month think it is? October?!”

    Still, I took a moment to remember grandpa on his birthday, 29 December, “Rememberance Day” even if I wasn’t well enough to get a game off. I’m going to try to do that either Sunday or my last day of vacation, Tuesday. We’ll see.

    Crossing Bifrost will update tomorrow. Miniature Rules, I hope, will update Friday and then back on schedule, I hope. Red Array is on pause… again… and I apologize.

    New video should go out Friday and Monday.

    2008 wasn’t bad, but as Jade Hellbringer knows, me and the Broncos ended it the same way.

    Sorry for making you read this garbage, but *shrug*, I figure 1 or 2 might be interested. Have a happy New Year.

     

  • How Not To Use A Commando (Humor)

    Finally:

    For Christmas, a very special gift from Cavalier Cavalry Productions, a new video:

    http://films.cavaliercavalry.com/nocommando.htm

    How Not To Use A Commando


    I’m sure I’ll pay for this one, later. :)

     

     

    In other news, the real Christmas special from Cavalier Cavalry is also now up:

    The Night Before Kerenskymas. Written by FS Reaper of Net Battletech, read by Yours Truly.

    http://films.cavaliercavalry.com/kerenskymas.htm


    Merry Christmas!

  • Coca Cola and holiday ham, The nieces and nephews with mom’s toy tram, the layers of fog and the frost on the sill, smoking chorizo on the kitchen grill, Santa Claus, Jesus, Grandma, Nonna, Papa Frank are close, Papa Risner is staying until the 29th. Blue Olds, old paint, Battlemechs, nerf darts, a level one fight and pizza night, Vince Guaraldi’s on the long player while Schulz is on the tube, Jimmy Stewart will be following, Bill Murray too, egg nog and Glenlivet, Terry and Kevin also stay the day, Lights on the eves, the willow’s shelter, long distance phone calls, emails, forum posts, blog entries, kind words, even a postcard or two, wrapping paper, candy canes, garland, popcorn, caramel, bicycles, action figures, a pair of pants, and a yellow sweater, 41 degrees and a touch, just a touch, with dad as we sit on the porch away from the noise and gaze out the old backyard. A wintertime dream.

  • To Whom it may concern:

    To the leadership of the Republican party, goodbye.

    This is not a passing issue, or a hard-fought dilemma, you simply are no longer even remotely connected to America. Your bailouts were massive, and targeted areas where liquid capital could have replaced paper profits, but when the time came to preserve American jobs and a middle-class you showed your true colors and failed.

    You, and the administration for the last eight years, have finally proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are all traitors to the people of the United States of America. Do not even offer me a candidate, the mere label of “Republican” and the sense of trust he must have had with you to earn your backing will be an albatross about his neck that Davy Jones himself could not remove.

    No longer are you to contact me, I am not listening. Rush and Bill, you can yell and scream all you want, I will not hear. Deeds speak louder than words, and a Republican administration has damaged this country, I fear, beyond repair.

    I now go forth to do my best, to teach our future generations about the mistakes we’ve made in these last sorry 8 years. It matters not how many troops you put on the ground in Iraq or Afghanistan, the terrorists have already won. I do not fly because I’m afraid of dying of a bomb, I do not fly because I cannot afford the extra fees attatched to security, nor the dehyrdation that results from not being willing to pay ten bucks for a 500ml bottle of water.

    The wars were a bad idea, Al Queda was going to be stopped by intelligence and surgical strikes and cooperation. Now, no one cares about them as they’re too afraid that some B-52 is going to come along and drop a 500lb bomb on them. Now, after all this, we find ourselves in so much debt I do not think that the rest of the world will let us out of it until they catch up and/or surpass us.

    I, and many of my generation, now face the real prospect of working until the day we die. No more retirement, no more golden years. With the economy, we might not have “real” jobs, denying me the chance to have a “real” family. To say I feel betrayed is a bit like saying that liquid nitrogen is “a touch cold”.

    But we come to the final straw, the failure to bail out GM. I believe in their products, and felt that many on all sides of this issue could have, should have, needed to see the writing on the wall: It’s not 1957 anymore. There. Is. Nothing. Wrong. With. GM. Cars. All cars have problems, and I’ve seen just as many problems in foriegn imports as anything built in America. I’ve driven Oldsmobiles for 18 of my 19 adult years, just two, and put on 400,000 miles on them for $1500 in non-wearable repairs. 1 cam, 1 radiator. But no pressure was put on the unions to compromise to help make the companies profitable, no oversight was put on the CEOs when it was obvious that their “bonuses” were smokescreens for looting the company, no critical look was even taken at the questionable actions of Consumer Reports in the late ’80s. People who continue to claim that “GM killed the electric car” are not just ignorant, but stupid. California killed it. GM and Ford were the only two car companies that even tried to comply with the law, where’s the outrage against Toyota? Honda? Volkswagen? All who stalled knowing that the lobby would get it overturned. GM and Ford cowboyed up and delivered at a time when these cars costed them money. On this standard alone, I will NEVER own a vehicle not made by GM, Ford, or a future American car company. I will build my fucking own if I have to.

    If, in some bizarro chance, the Republican Party was all about pleasing me, Doug Glendower, you have failed. You may now shutter your doors and let someone else have a turn. Lincoln would like to give you the finger, Roosevelt has a kick he’s waiting to deliver to your crotch, and Eisenhower is going to remove your internal organs with Alan Rickman’s rusty spoon.

    Go.
    Go now.

    Sincerly,
    Douglas C. Glendower.