September 4, 2008

Stoichiometry -- not just a sexy word to say

We always knew not to mix water and potassium, but who would’ve thunk it that their European personas would act it out so well?

In the sequel, one can only hope for a rendition of mixing hydrochloric acid (HCl) and a metal, say aluminum (Al). Let’s hope HCl is a slim heroin-chic model a la K. Moss, and Al is a 750-pound silverback gorilla with an interest in destruction.

And what’s that HCl + Al you speak of? In layman’s terms, that’s a 2-liter bomb — you know, the kind you made as a kid.

Or, if you’re bored with explosions, how about one part carbon to one part oxygen. Take a bountiful whiff of that intoxicating concoction, better known as CO.  It has the aroma of 1,000 nothings, but the effect of 1,000 trampling elephants.  Make sure to walk towards the light.

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One should note the cultural differences between this euro-production and what an American production would look like. Love it? Go here: give me some action, Marie Curie.

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September 3, 2008

Baltimore Cop Snuffs Out Public Enemy #1

Remember this cop? Baltimore citizens can rest assured. Cop seizes terrorist and possible WMD devices during his standard patrol of the waterfront.

Tune in:

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Peppa, Peppa, Peppa -- RNC Security Goes Beserk -- the failings of granted freedoms afoot and other bi-partisan convention madness

So, she had a flower and evoked a silly 60’s idealism. So, she was persistent in her offering of it. So, she wasn’t dressed in Darth Vadaresque attire. So, she could’ve been a flaming liberal — an enemy of the state, no doubt. So, so what?

Politics not at play: DNC “security” does it too.

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Toby Houndsmith, dog and trusty companion, takes a moment to stretch the summer day out of his withers. From field to field, the day had been long, nearly unbearable. But the hay bailing is done, and someone awaits the both of them — driver and dog — at home. I was heading out, just beginning my night. I hadn’t worked, and yet my body still ached. The flat pain of something worked my gut, and to alleviate the flare-ups of what I had so long suppressed, I watched the truck glide seamlessly down the country road, Toby going to a better place than I.

Toby Houndsmith, dog and trusty companion, takes a moment to stretch the summer day out of his withers. From field to field, the day had been long, nearly unbearable. But the hay bailing is done, and someone awaits the both of them — driver and dog — at home.

I was heading out, just beginning my night. I hadn’t worked, and yet my body still ached. The flat pain of something worked my gut, and to alleviate the flare-ups of what I had so long suppressed, I watched the truck glide seamlessly down the country road, Toby going to a better place than I.

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August 29, 2008
The film’s edge curled, blurring what had been far left.  And much like the mountain rim, the film’s end reminds us of the boundaries in this world — the defining lines between this and that, what makes it and what does not. And as one would, I pontificated lengthily and wholeheartedly.  Where did I stand in this world of boundaries — within the defining lines or outside of such? I sneezed, that early July pollen irritating my nose’s membranes.   It was an absent-minded gesture, even an involuntary one, but it would change me forever.  I sneezed again, happy with my body’s short-lived protest.

The film’s edge curled, blurring what had been far left.  And much like the mountain rim, the film’s end reminds us of the boundaries in this world — the defining lines between this and that, what makes it and what does not.

And as one would, I pontificated lengthily and wholeheartedly.  Where did I stand in this world of boundaries — within the defining lines or outside of such?

I sneezed, that early July pollen irritating my nose’s membranes.   It was an absent-minded gesture, even an involuntary one, but it would change me forever.  I sneezed again, happy with my body’s short-lived protest.

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Charlie leaned forward, determined to set a sharp contrast between the foreground and background.  It was a subtle gesture at the moment, but one that would change the landscape of the photograph. Yes, Charlie was now the photograph’s subject, and his newfound duty made him anxious.

Charlie leaned forward, determined to set a sharp contrast between the foreground and background.  It was a subtle gesture at the moment, but one that would change the landscape of the photograph.

Yes, Charlie was now the photograph’s subject, and his newfound duty made him anxious.

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August 28, 2008

A Humdinger!

Enjoy your personal freedoms? Well, enjoy this:

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August 27, 2008

Sexy People Shenanigans and Radical Hair -- the 80's and beyond, a whipping post for humor

Sometimes, at the end of a long day, a rainbow appears, and at the end of that rainbow is a brimming pot of gold, and at the bottom of that pot of gold is a happy-go-lucky leprechaun, and in the hands of that happy-go-lucky leprechaun is a laptop, and on that laptop is a web browser opened to a web page of great historic implications and even greater piss-your-pants funny.

So, strap on the shades because the light is bright from this baby:

(It’s clickable!)

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August 26, 2008
I stopped to help the festive gringo, despite his party-boy appearance.  It would be a monumental desicion, one that would send me adrift on a course for the better.  Though, I knew none of this. Chuckles, on the other hand, seemed aware of much more than I, and with two outstetched fingers, he signaled that two become one — that very soon our fates were going to take a hard left.

I stopped to help the festive gringo, despite his party-boy appearance.  It would be a monumental desicion, one that would send me adrift on a course for the better.  Though, I knew none of this.

Chuckles, on the other hand, seemed aware of much more than I, and with two outstetched fingers, he signaled that two become one — that very soon our fates were going to take a hard left.

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August 21, 2008

Pop v. Soda: the debate that divides a nation

Having grown up on the hardened streets of a little post-industrial C-town, I have come to appreciate the lilting qualities of northern speak.  The cadence the flows from the mouths of my fellow Northern Ohioans is a sweet, sweet sonance, easily compared to the harp’s arpeggio.

Years ago, I moved south to a land where “soda” is rather vociferously preferred to “pop.”  Often, when ordering at a restaurant or bar, I am ribbed jollily when ordering a pop.  “Hee-hee,” they laugh behind my back.

Sometimes I dream of revoultion, of countering with a pinwheel of fists, of smashing each little cow-head square between the eyes.  But, instead, a take a deep breath, settle down, and drink my delicious, delicious pop.  Such sweet nectar.

The whole topic is logistically infuriating.  After all, “pop” makes sense — it’s onomatopoeic.

Well, ye’ foolhardy bastards, it appears the majority rules on this one.  Finally a study worth funding, and one worthy of JvJ raving.  Looks like “pop” is king of the land.  And as king, it demands your reverence.  So “pop” it is — and you best mind your majesty.

And looks like Cuyahoga county, home of the burning river and other greats, is the capital.

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