Given the unfortunate quantity of freezing drizzle today, I spent rather a lot of time checking the Department of Public Safety’s Road Conditions page, and while it displays correctly in Safari and (gag) Internet Explorer, it looks like hell in Firefox 3.
I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have a cat to post pictures of or I’d really upset some people. (Though I suppose posting a picture of a dishwasher is even worse, seeing as it is not even an animate object)
Well, let’s see:
Is there an audience out there for the LolAppliance?
There are points in the video I’d argue — the canard about “Detroit isn’t making products people want to buy” fails to consider that all the major automakers, foreign and domestic alike, are suffering through a serious sales downturn — but this one bit seems inarguable: “Where is it written in stone that we need a Big Three?”
And of course we’ve only had a Big Three since 1987, when Chrysler absorbed #4 American Motors. (Renault, which first bought into AMC in 1979, never owned more than 49 percent of the company.) AMC itself was the product of a merger of two failing automakers: Hudson and Nash. Those nameplates disappeared after 1957. Studebaker and Packard are long gone; the French automakers left this market ages ago.
What’s most perplexing about this bailout, though, is the dubious premise that the government will perforce own 20 percent of the companies for the $15 billion being sought. You could buy every last common share of GM and Ford, as of closing today, for a mere $11 billion. (Chrysler is privately held and doesn’t have a formal market cap; however, Daimler AG, which owns 19.9 percent of Chrysler, considers its share to be worth nothing at all.) The screwing of the American taxpayer continues apace.
Disclosure: Cato’s Chris Moody sent the link to this video to various bloggers, hoping to give it some traction. (At least, I assume others got it; it would surprise me greatly if I had been singled out for some reason.)
If the state of Michigan were a struggling athlete, we’d say, “Man, he needs a change of scenery.” Well, why can’t we give Michigan a change of scenery? What if we sold Michigan to Canada since it’s right on their border?
Think about it. Canada gets the spiritual lift of purchasing one of the 50 states, as well as musicians like Kid Rock, Bob Seger and Eminem, a second NBA and MLB team, two Big Ten schools, another NHL team, its first NFL team and, of course, more territory. Canadians would be flying high … so high they wouldn’t even mind that they were now involved in the WNBA. Meanwhile, America would escape billion-dollar buyouts for the car companies, and if we need a 50th state, we can always use Puerto Rico as long as it doesn’t put us over the luxury tax. Michigan natives get universal health care, a fresh start and a chance to feel like they’re spending more money than usual with the Canadian dollar. Everyone wins! I’m a genius. Just wait until I become Sports Czar and I talk my man Barry into this.
Just don’t float this idea to anyone in the general vicinity of Windsor, Ontario. They’ve seen Detroit.
(Via John Salmon.)
At least Donna thinks so:
I recently started using Google Reader to manage the blogs I follow. When I started, I was only reading a couple of blogs but it was so easy to add feeds that before I knew it, my list grew totally out of control. I can’t keep up with it! Why do people insist upon updating EVERY DAY? There are some bloggers who even update a couple times a day! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SLOW DOWN! Realize that your readers subscribe to more than just your feed! Give us time to catch up! Push away from the computer! Go outside and take a walk. Have some fun! We’ll be here when you get back, I promise!
Hmmm. Usually they complain because they can’t get my feed.
If you were thinking that Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich was a do-nothing kind of guy, US Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald would like you to know that it’s just not so:
“Blagojevich put a for sale sign on the naming of a United States Senator; involved himself personally in pay-to-play schemes with the urgency of a salesman meeting his annual sales target; and corruptly used his office in an effort to trample editorial voices of criticism,” Fitzgerald said in a statement.
The governor and John Harris, his chief of staff, were arrested Tuesday in Chicago and charged with two counts each of conspiracy to commit mail and wire fraud and solicitation of bribery.
The “editorial voices” in question belonged to the Chicago Tribune:
[T]he Tribune was also named in the affidavit because tapes allegedly play Blagojevich directing Harris to inform the newspaper’s owners and advisers that “state financial assistance would be withheld unless members of the Chicago Tribune’s editorial board were fired, primarily because Blagojevich viewed them as driving discussion of his possible impeachment.”
You have to wonder what the late Colonel McCormick might have said about all this.
Which, if you remember correctly, is no seating at all:
The [MBTA] Red Line, already a hot spot for subway-stalking predators, could turn into a perv magnet under an MBTA plan to herd more passengers into crowded cars by ripping out seats, critics warned yesterday.
“It will make people more vulnerable,” said one longtime transit investigator about the seatless cars. “They certainly didn’t consult with us down here. There’s a likely chance that it will increase not just (gropers) but all types of crimes.”
The [Boston] Herald reported [Thursday] that the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority will run Red Line trains with two retrofitted cars that will leave only four seats on each for elderly and disabled users. The high-capacity vehicles, which will roll out Monday, will cut seating by half on some trains, which typically have four to six cars.
The T estimates that they’ll be able to cram up to 27 additional riders into these cars. I wonder if they’re going to put up “Keep Your Hands to Yourself” posters.
(Via Jules Crittenden.)
“Naming rights,” muses Christopher Johnson. “They do it with football stadiums and college football bowl games. Why not Episcopal churches?”
Why not, indeed? How would this work, anyway?
For example, [the Episcopal Diocese of] New York would balance its budget and probably even run a surplus if they changed the name to Bank of America Cathedral of St. John the Divine. The NatCat’s financial problems would vanish overnight if they just started calling it the Microsoft Windows Vista National Cathedral.
Actually, that particular name probably wouldn’t be advisable. The service would grind to a halt every few minutes and they’d constantly have to restart the liturgy. But you get the idea.
“For the Lord hath called us to service, and to Service Pack 2, now in beta.”
Don Nelson is shrewd. “We used this game as a chance to play some of the young guys and to let some of the others, like [Stephen Jackson] and [Corey Maggette], rest. Now we move on.” That game was Saturday at San Antonio, where the Warriors lost by thirty-five. By the time they got to Oklahoma City, Jackson was day-to-day with a wrist issue, and Maggette was still resting. Didn’t make any difference: of the eight players Nellie sent to the Ford Center floor, seven scored in double figures (and Ronny Turiaf had nine), and the young guys dispatched the just-as-young Thunder, 112-102.
Golden State, you have to figure, was hungry, having lost nine in a row. And they did it in classic Warriors fashion: they ran up the score as quickly as possible and dared the Thunder to catch up. They shot better than 70 percent in the first quarter, and finished at 50.6. At the half, it was 61-40 Golden State; Oklahoma City cut the lead to single digits, but never got close to erasing it, despite a bravura performance by Kevin Durant, who knocked down 41 points and hauled in 10 rebounds. Nor was this the only Thunder double-double: Nick Collison got 10 boards of his own and 15 points. But that was about it for the OKC offense, Jeff Green being held to nine and Russell Westbrook to eight.
Meanwhile, the Warriors pulled off 13 steals and avoided fouling: the Thunder attempted only twenty foul shots, and hit just twelve. (Golden State was 26 of 33 from the line.) And Andris Biedrins was fierce in the middle, grabbing 21 rebounds to go with his 17 points.
There’s a fearful symmetry here: the Thunder are 1-10 at home and 1-10 on the road. The Grizzlies will be in town Wednesday, after which it’s off to Texas.
I associate Foch most strongly with her role as Gene Kelly’s wealthy patron in An American in Paris (1951), which I just watched again recently.
Absolutely. And while Laura doesn’t mention it in her full-fledged DVD review, I recall this scene almost too well. Milo (Foch’s character) has invited Jerry (Kelly) to a party; Jerry is not sure about this sort of thing, but Milo reassures him that there will be an “extra girl” on hand, so it shouldn’t be a total loss for him.
And then he arrives, and:
Jerry: Where is everyone?
Milo: No, here in this room.
Jerry: What about that extra girl?
Milo: That’s me.
I was still pre-hormonal when I first saw this, so the implications didn’t quite sink in at the time. Besides, like Jerry, I was obsessed with Lise (Leslie Caron). But if he could dance his way into her heart — well, I suppose I could have imagined myself as the Oscar Levant character, if I’d kept up my piano lessons. And if he never got the girl, at least he got the punchlines.
I definitely know from this:
Starting today we were required to update one of our passwords to a 12 character monstrosity that includes at least one of each of the following:
1. Capital letter
3. Symbol (ie, @#$&!)
And the reuse of previously used passwords is restricted to waiting until the 21st round of passwords. Oh, and we’ll now be required to change our passwords in 60 days instead of 90 days.
I believe “@#$&!” is what I say when the “Your password will expire in 14 days” message comes up after a mere 30 days. We’re allowed to slide by on a mere eight characters, but we must include at least one from each of the Three Basic Mistyping Groups.
Now I realize that there are people out there with passwords like “password” or “susan,” but still:
What makes them think that they’re actually increasing security by making it so much harder to remember all of the passwords? Because at some point a cheat sheet is required just to avoid calling the help desk several times daily to get your passwords unlocked because you entered them incorrectly too many times.
Besides, one of my favorite sources for passwords — the vast universe of foreign-language cuss words — seldom yields up anything with numbers in it.
Hmpf. We haven’t gone digging into the logs in a whole week. Let’s shake the cornstarch off our mukluks and see what we’ve got.
analog tv spectrum from mhz human illness illuminati: Hint: don’t watch channel 37. I’m just saying.
Mom’s outta sleeping pills: What a drag it is getting old.
testimonials of narcissistic solo sex magic +lsd: I figure if you can still testify after all that, it’s magic indeed.
are donkeys and jackasses the same: Is it an election year?
sue pop tarts for burn: Maybe it’s just me, but things coming out of the toaster tend to be, well, hot, you know?
tattooed lesbian librarians: For reference, I assume.
pictures for free of naked naked Chaz: For reference, I assume.
can you trip off hydrochlorothiazide: If your idea of tripping includes going to the loo a lot, then yeah, I guess.
did your mom try to make you wear pantyhose: She had enough trouble getting us to wear shoes.
what to wear with nine west’s gidsa shoes: Ask your mom. Maybe she won’t try to make you wear pantyhose.
ernie and bert pierced and tattooed: That bastard Oscar had something to do with that, I’m positive.
Effective Jan 1, the UW College of Architecture and Urban Planning will be renamed College of Built Environments [bold in original]. The Board of Regents approved the name change on Sept. 18. Dean Daniel S. Friedman says that the college is increasingly focused on sustainable practices and environmental quality, and that the new name is a way of making that official. “‘College of Built Environments’ better reflects our core responsibility to 21st century challenges — urbanization, climate change and livable communities,” Friedman says.
I’m waiting for some enterprising J-school to rename itself “College of Bullshit Propagation.”
[T]he single, “24 Hour Breakup Session,” is the best rewrite of the Kinks’ “All Day and All of the Night” since the Doors hacked up “Hello, I Love You.”
Which is not intended as a slam on Local H: it’s an excellent song. When I first noticed this, I began singing “Hello, I Love You” over the “Breakup Session” outro, and pointed out the similarities to Trini. “Doesn’t mean they plagiarized it,” I said; “hell, this stuff is forty years old now.”
Shortly thereafter, there arrived in my mailbox an MP3 of Local H performing “Hello, I Love You” live. Okay, so it’s not like they never heard this chord progression before.
This has become almost a parlor game for us, finding songs that sound a lot like other songs. I think the first one we hit upon was “Falling Down,” by Atreyu, which has a distinct “Radar Love” rhythm to it. (Her ear for bass lines is way better than mine.) I explained to her how George Harrison got sued for plagiarism, and I noted that there are lots of examples of bits of songs that seem to have originated elsewhere: Melissa Manchester’s “You Should Hear How She Talks About You” was echoed in Madonna’s “Material Girl,” and it’s impossible for me to hear “C’est La Vie” by Shania Twain without hearing Abba’s “Dancing Queen.”
Still, we hadn’t come across anything quite this blatant as the Joe Satriani/Coldplay scuffle. We’d previously checked “Viva La Vida” against Creaky Boards’ “The Songs I Didn’t Write” and had noticed some similarities. (Here’s the Creaky Boards position, since retracted.) Joe Satriani, however, is actually suing Coldplay.
If you’re thinking “It’s never too soon to kill Hitler,” well, forget it: you can’t go back in time and kill him.
On the other hand, there are other pests of European origin that possibly could be preempted:
DOCTOR: M. Sartre?
SARTRE: Mais oui!
DOCTOR: Jean-Paul Sartre?
SARTRE: (warily) Yes, monsieur, that is my name.
DOCTOR: The Jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre, the existentialist philosopher, playwright, novelist, screenwriter, political activist, biographer, and literary critic, one of the leading Figures in 20th Century French philosophy? (Ed: the Doctor reads Wikipedia.)
SARTRE: (Amazed) I am?
(The Doctor then raises the cricket bat and brings it down on Sartre’s head. Sartre falls out of his chair and sprawls inert on the pavement.)
DOCTOR: Not any more.
(The door to the Tardis opens. A young girl with long brown hair, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt with the initials CUNY steps out.)
GIRL: Is it done?
DOCTOR: (Looking down at Sartre.) Yup. When he wakes up in the hospital he’ll have forgotten everything he learned at the Sorbonne. He’ll decide to go into chicken farming in Provence. Being and Nothingness will never be written.
GIRL: Oh thank God!
Nominations for subsequent whacks by the Doctor will be received below.
Courtesy of the DADA Server:
Your secret name is Stubbed Toe.
The animal which symbolizes you is Beer Thirty.
The color of your soul is Round.
The celebrity you most resemble is Nutmeg.
Your special pain or illness is Hans.
Your most important time of day is platypus.
The shape of your life is twighlight.
And the flavor which identifies you most is hitler.
Possibly even “hitlest.”
On a related subject: how many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb? [Answer: The bicycle's broken.]
(Suggested by Scribal Terror.)
“Now here’s how you fix the American auto industry: you bring all those Honda and Toyota and Hyundai workers into the UAW. Problem solved.”
(Via Fark. First reference to Rush’s “The Trees” in comment #3.)
So we have Thunder and Heat, an odd combination for December from the meteorological standpoint, and something of a mismatch basketballwise, Miami having regained much of its mojo with Dwyane Wade back up to speed, and Oklahoma City still trying to put it all together. It was still pretty close, with the Heat leading by 15 after three quarters, the Thunder making up the difference in six or seven minutes, and Miami eventually prevailing, 105-99.
Besides, how do you defend against Wade? “Seal him in the locker room” seems to be the only thing that might actually work. We’re talking 38 points, and it’s only that few because he unaccountably managed to miss five free throws. Add to that double-doubles on both sides of the frontcourt — both Shawn Marion and Udonis Haslem had 15 points each and 26 rebounds between them — and you wonder why the windblown Thunder bothered to show up.
The answer, of course, is that they’re not quite ready to roll over and die. Russell Westbrook had never had a 20-point game in the pros, and he still hasn’t; but tonight he had a 30-point game, plus two steals and three assists and seven boards. (Once again, Earl Watson did the assist part of the point-guard game, serving up 12 dimes while scoring three points.) The Kevin Durant Show started out slow but peaked in the fourth quarter, right where you’d want it to: he finished with 18 points. Jeff Green pulled down nine boards and scored 21. And the question of who’s in the middle still hasn’t been resolved: Chris Wilcox started, but Nick Collison did most of the dirty work, putting in 27 minutes and scoring 14. Johan Petro was seen, albeit briefly.
Still, a 1-3 road trip is probably better than this club had any right to expect, and while “Tastes great / Sucks less” isn’t much of a cry for a rally, it’s a start.
The Dumbshit virus sends an email to a Moron, who must then click on every link in the email because the email says they will receive a million dollars per click if they do. Moron then visits several badly-designed websites where everything is flashing and scrolling like crazy and the screen periodically goes black. Each of these flashing scrolling exciting websites asks Moron to “please be download teh latest version of your free INFECTION,” which is, of course, version 666. A .wav file plays a diabolical laugh while they page is being viewed (“Mwahaha!”) and a creepy computerized voice abruptly asks, “Are you SURE you want to download this?” A devil face appears on the Moron’s screen, flashing off and on in bright red. The voice then says, “Disable your virus protection software NOW and ignore any warnings about the download being EVIL!!! It is a LIE designed to keep you from claiming your millions!” A Flash presentation depicts snippets of disasters from world history in rapid succession while the download proceeds.
Moron still suspects nothing because this virus is extremely hard to detect. When the UNSUSPECTING Moron downloads INFECTION 666, his computer is immediately infected. INFECTION 666 grabs all of Moron’s personal data off his hard drive and sends it back to hackers in Germany. The hackers then try to use Moron’s data for personal financial gain, and identity theft, but they quickly learn that Moron has no money and no one wants to steal a stupid identity anyway.
See? A happy ending after all.