I think that religion can be very dangerous when abused, and this case shows why.  Here we have a man who was sentenced to life in prison in 1979 for a crime that DNA testing just revealed he didn’t commit.

His response?  “I’m not angry.  I knew that God would reveal me.”

Come on!  YOU HAD 30 YEARS OF YOUR LIFE STOLEN.  BE ANGRY!

It is not okay for a person to be detained for 30 years when he did absolutely nothing to warrant it.  Casually brushing it off only makes it easier for those responsible to sweep this incident under the rug and keep quiet about it, and to keep letting it happen.

Granted, other people (even people like me who like to talk about things but not actually do anything about it) could take this and be more vocal about it.  But when those vocal people have to start pointing at examples, and the example is blushing and saying, “no, really, it’s okay, I’m not mad about it,” it kind of takes something away from the argument.

So.  That’s what I think.

Used to watch Golden Girls with my grandma every weekend.  My dog even had a 25% chance of being called Dorothy, but we chose Sophia instead.

May 13, 1922 – April 25, 2009

Humans are among us . . .

I got these from the Sci-Fi Channel website some time ago and just rediscovered them.  You can click them to make bigger.

At work, we have this thing called a Kill-a-Watt, that plugs into the wall outlet between the outlet itself and your device.  Like a clapper.  But instead of listening for claps, it displays how many watts are being consumed by whatever is plugged in.

I don’t know how to use the data, but in case you do and happen to be using a 24″ iMac, when it’s on you’re using the equivalent of two 60-watt bulbs (a little more than 120 watts).  If you set the screen to turn off after inactivity like I do, you use 80-watts.  When it’s off, you use 5-watts.

You: How can I help you today?

Stranger: Do you know where I put the remote?

You: Your question is important to us. Please wait a moment while I look into this for you.

You: I know where it is.

You: It’s in yer butt.

Stranger: No, it’s not in my butt. I checked there. twice.

You: Yes, it is. It’s in yer butt.

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

You: i can grant wishes

Stranger: how many?

You: 2

You: but for you, 3

You: and no wishing for more wishes

Stranger: ok my first wish is for infinite wishes

Stranger: FUCK

You: HA!

Stranger: i wish to travel back in time prior to you telling me no wishing for more wishes, at which point my second wish will be for infinite wishes

You: ::time paradox::

You: done

Stranger: perfect

You: you now have infinite wishes, however galaxies are being destoryed at a geometric rate because of the time paradox

Stranger: my first wish is for all endangered galaxies to be mysteriously saved

You: dunzo, problem solved or whateva

Stranger: excellent

Stranger: my next wish is for you to grant me the power to distribute wishes to others just as you are able to

You: granted

Stranger: this is incredible

Stranger: do you have any wishes?

You: i wish…… i wish……. i wish to be FREE!

Stranger: it is done.

You: YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

You: ::flies away::

You have disconnected.

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I’m proud to say that Katy and I have done all but three of these.  We’ve never played frisbee, she’s never washed my car, and we’ve yet to take a carriage ride through the park.

UPDATE:  OH SHEESH yes we did, in Mackinaw.  So only two to go.  But, 76/78 ain’t bad!

You: hello

Stranger: Hi, location?

You: michigan

Stranger: Quebec, Canada

You: Aye, well then, g’day mate!

You: wait. whoops.

You have disconnected.

You: hello

Stranger: hi

You: tell me a secret

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

You: I have a knock knock joke.

Stranger: You do?

You: i did, but i forgot it. do you have one?

Stranger: No.

You: ok, bye

You have disconnected.

Stranger: Hello.

You: Hi.

Stranger: Good day!

You: What’s your name?

Stranger: Tommy. What’s yours?

You: This is strange.

Stranger: How is this strange?

You: I don’t usually talk to strangers.

Stranger: Yes, I can see how this would be strange. What’s your name?

You: I gotta go, I’m too scared.

You have disconnected.

I said a few posts back I don’t think we’ll be living in the same world we do now in another 40 years.  I constantly worry about this, mostly because I feel like I should be spending all my money now instead of hording it for retirement in a government account that probably won’t even exist.

When we get a house in November I’m going to be one of “those guys,” because one of the first things I’m going to do is start a stock of canned foods and fresh bottled water, and weapons, in the basement.

I’m also not ruling out the idea of burying land mines and remote-detonated explosives in my lawn to ward off any T-800s that may trickle in.  Or any of you crazy starved, thirsty bastards.

In all seriousness, though, it’s both humbling and terrifying to really think about how fragile we are.  Case in point.  (That’s two links).

I have an idea for a story!!  We’ll have a guy, who suddenly discovers he’s… different.  He can do things that other people can’t.  He’ll get all shy and bothered, and won’t tell his friends because he thinks they might not accept him, but they’ll soon find out anyway!!  One of them won’t believe him, and want to go get pizza.  Another will get mad and not talk to him anymore until he apologizes.  And one of them will be different, too!!  And then we’ll discover that there are others like him.  And some use their powers for less than stellar things!!  And there is a government organization that wants to exploit these people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I’m really tired of superhero stories).

This is my new favorite commercial.  I saw it this morning on TV and had to rewind, like, 5 times.  If nothing else, just the fact that they use the word bourgeoisie.  And I feel like a kid being entranced by the flight attendant’s “bye-bye” because I smile at the TV, wave, and say “bye-bye” back to her.

Ha!

A good ad makes me want to buy the product just because they did so well making the ad.  Like Apple, and Doritos, with that commercial where the idiot guy claims he can see the future and then throws the crystal ball into the vending machine.  Hilarious.

In other news, because I am crazy, I bought a musical keyboard.  I’m tired of pretending to play the piano, since I’m not doing anything else with my life I figured I had some time to actually learn.  Go Meat!

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People calling it St. Paddy’s Day is a pet peeve of mine.

Patrick = Patty.