Dec 28, 2010
Newport Beach, CA
Ok, so this is the first winter that I've been in while living here in Southern Cali and uuuhhhhh, something is very wrong with these pictures...please that they were taken several days before January first. Let's play where is Waldo....who can find the missing item....SNOW!!!!???
Nov 18, 2010
Not Enough Underwear Explosives
So, for those of you who've known about this and have already had your hearty laugh at this dangerous criminal, please bare with me...and for the others of you who've not had that fearfully terrifying moment of shaking in your little pink mittens, here is a story sure to strike fear into your...undergarments???
Not quite, Bozo.
Either way, at least we now know that anytime a foul odor is noticed in the air be aware that something is afoot. The backside of revenge is fortified with the fist of power - aka, a fire-staring pair of Fruit of the Looms. For the record, this intelligent MBA-holding mastermind, is now incarcerated in a prison in Michigan, following his release from the hospital and his treatment of the first and second degree burns to his hands and other more sensitive areas in the locale of the "explosion" which tore apart the noses of those on board.
Several comments immediately come to mind:
1. He was charged charged and indited on 6 criminals counts, including the attempted murder of 289 people, a large charge indeed....though how does one NOT crack up laughing at the proceedings in the courtroom after reading the charges? I wonder what the conversation sounded like when the lawyer got the call!
2. I hereby request of the US government, the implementation of a new code for the Homeland security-color-coding-system-of-which-no one-knows-what-the-colors-mean-anyway. Let's add the heightened alert status of the color "brown" so that all will know immediately, that someone, somewhere, lurking on your flight to Florida for winter, may be packing Bob Sponges' square pants with the evil intention of emitting noxious odors and setting themselves on fire, but really attempting to blow your flight to kingdom come!
Beware of other such bombers, keep alert, and always watch for underwear bombs.
That terrifying day, Christmas day of 2009, a powerful and noble man of the African country of Nigeria (for those of you who thought that Africa was a country...well, never mind, go back to playing Wii and don't mind the fact that the country of Brittan was named so in honor of the great Brittany Spears), boarded a flight from Amsterdam to Detroit. The gentleman in question was known to have spent 20 minutes in the restroom before seating himself in his assigned seat, then covering himself with a blanket.
The lives of hundreds of passengers were saved by the attentive and extremely alert fellow passengers on board the long flight. Wikipedia was quoted as stating other passengers to notice popping noises, smell a foul odor, then see Mr. Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab's pant leg ablaze with the glorious revenge of Allah against the Infidels!! Unbeknownst to the other patrons of the flight, brilliantly stitched into the protective undergarments of this fine, proud solider of Allah was a 15 cc packet of a chemical bomb.
Abdulmutallab's father, one of the richest men in the African continent was condemned by his son as being "immoral" for his charging interest at the bank of which his father was the chairman. However, one wonders where the funding for Abdulmutallab's college tuition in London came from which allowed him to earn a mechanical engineering degree. He legally applied for, and received, a visa to the US and so on that fateful, fearful day....the foul odors began, signaling the entrance of a new era, the dawning of a new day.
Not quite, Bozo.
Either way, at least we now know that anytime a foul odor is noticed in the air be aware that something is afoot. The backside of revenge is fortified with the fist of power - aka, a fire-staring pair of Fruit of the Looms. For the record, this intelligent MBA-holding mastermind, is now incarcerated in a prison in Michigan, following his release from the hospital and his treatment of the first and second degree burns to his hands and other more sensitive areas in the locale of the "explosion" which tore apart the noses of those on board.
Several comments immediately come to mind:
1. He was charged charged and indited on 6 criminals counts, including the attempted murder of 289 people, a large charge indeed....though how does one NOT crack up laughing at the proceedings in the courtroom after reading the charges? I wonder what the conversation sounded like when the lawyer got the call!
2. I hereby request of the US government, the implementation of a new code for the Homeland security-color-coding-system-of-which-no one-knows-what-the-colors-mean-anyway. Let's add the heightened alert status of the color "brown" so that all will know immediately, that someone, somewhere, lurking on your flight to Florida for winter, may be packing Bob Sponges' square pants with the evil intention of emitting noxious odors and setting themselves on fire, but really attempting to blow your flight to kingdom come!
Beware of other such bombers, keep alert, and always watch for underwear bombs.
Mar 17, 2010
...Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything...
Heh....yyeahhhh, I'm finally updating this thing....I remembered my password....or some other lame and fully untrue excuse.
One thing that I have trouble dealing with is the perpetuated and tumultuously disconcerting issue of the amorphous nature of human beings. And perhaps it truly isn't the ever-changing state that disturbs me nearly as much as the fact that one can seldom track those changes, be prepared for them. It would surprise many to learn just how quickly a person can snap, lose their mind.
Can we really and truly know if we are the butterfly or the man? In the end perception is reality to the mind, so then to us as a whole being. Is pain real? Is psychosis valid? Do we truly exist in a world that we think that we exist in?
Or is it all just a big stage that we, the players, the actors, fill our own little performances that may last a year, 70, or maybe 150??
One can run so far and fast with the philosophy of existentialism that one can completely obliterate the idea that any other man or butterfly, perhaps, can exist. We run our race, through our labyrinth, our lives, all the while hoping to find the way out.
"Alice in Wonderland", a child's story...or so we attribute it. Carroll's writing, I think, is one of the most involving and relevant stories that exists. All through the book he builds characters of his making from real people, but at the same time weaving a story so fantastical that it cannot be real....or can it??
Just how close are we to hysteria? Where is the edge for each "butterfly" to fall over that precipice into the crevasse of neurosis, into the crazy world of Wonderland. Or perhaps, in each and every version of each man/butterfly's world, in each of our private little stages, our show...our little world is a Wonderland. maybe it is just a fantastical and mythological as a battle of the Greek gods or a belief in little green men or a rabbit running around in a strange world or a person believing that some really large being way out there flips tiny little levers and makes everything around us work or an idea that tiny little balls called atoms make up our bodies and all matter around us or that you can get cancer from looking into a microwave....
And yet, regardless of how and where....we do exist....or do we?? Can one prove empirically that we do exist? Can one prove, outside of the system that we are in, to show that we actually do live? Or perhaps aren't a butterfly as Zhuangzi suggests? Often we're asked to prove the viability of an existence of a concept or person of God, or aliens.....but what if we are to question our own existence?? Butterfly? Man? Or maybe just an idea.....maybe just a thought....who are we anyway?
Where does "crazy" start and normalcy end? Or is there a distinction at all? Or maybe in each little butterfly mind, on each little butterfly stage, with each little butterfly mask, with each little butterfly change.....and assuming that we DO exist, in the end, regardless of perception, we will then exist "...sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. - Zhuangzi
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. - William Shakespeare
One thing that I have trouble dealing with is the perpetuated and tumultuously disconcerting issue of the amorphous nature of human beings. And perhaps it truly isn't the ever-changing state that disturbs me nearly as much as the fact that one can seldom track those changes, be prepared for them. It would surprise many to learn just how quickly a person can snap, lose their mind.
Can we really and truly know if we are the butterfly or the man? In the end perception is reality to the mind, so then to us as a whole being. Is pain real? Is psychosis valid? Do we truly exist in a world that we think that we exist in?
Or is it all just a big stage that we, the players, the actors, fill our own little performances that may last a year, 70, or maybe 150??
One can run so far and fast with the philosophy of existentialism that one can completely obliterate the idea that any other man or butterfly, perhaps, can exist. We run our race, through our labyrinth, our lives, all the while hoping to find the way out.
"Alice in Wonderland", a child's story...or so we attribute it. Carroll's writing, I think, is one of the most involving and relevant stories that exists. All through the book he builds characters of his making from real people, but at the same time weaving a story so fantastical that it cannot be real....or can it??
Just how close are we to hysteria? Where is the edge for each "butterfly" to fall over that precipice into the crevasse of neurosis, into the crazy world of Wonderland. Or perhaps, in each and every version of each man/butterfly's world, in each of our private little stages, our show...our little world is a Wonderland. maybe it is just a fantastical and mythological as a battle of the Greek gods or a belief in little green men or a rabbit running around in a strange world or a person believing that some really large being way out there flips tiny little levers and makes everything around us work or an idea that tiny little balls called atoms make up our bodies and all matter around us or that you can get cancer from looking into a microwave....
And yet, regardless of how and where....we do exist....or do we?? Can one prove empirically that we do exist? Can one prove, outside of the system that we are in, to show that we actually do live? Or perhaps aren't a butterfly as Zhuangzi suggests? Often we're asked to prove the viability of an existence of a concept or person of God, or aliens.....but what if we are to question our own existence?? Butterfly? Man? Or maybe just an idea.....maybe just a thought....who are we anyway?
Where does "crazy" start and normalcy end? Or is there a distinction at all? Or maybe in each little butterfly mind, on each little butterfly stage, with each little butterfly mask, with each little butterfly change.....and assuming that we DO exist, in the end, regardless of perception, we will then exist "...sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
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