Monthly Archive for August, 2006

Help desperately needed

We’ve spent the last month and a half trying to empty out my mother’s and grandparents’ old house, pack everything up, and put it into storage.

The problem is that my mother and her crackhead friends literally destroyed most of the house, which has made the job extremely difficult. A few hearty souls have been helping us so far, but the job has been too much for us.

We’re now at the point (especially me) where we can no longer emotionally (and practically physically) enter the house any longer.

We’ve got a few pieces of furniture to he loaded onto a truck today (including a stove we need to disconnect and some pieces we have to dig out of the attic), which we have to unload before the storage place locks their gates at 7. Then we have to sort out the few remaining things worth saving, queue them up for when we can get the truck again (probably next week) and bag and haul the rest to the dumpster outside.

Anyone who can help, especially today with the last furniture, we would really appreciate it. If I’m on your friends list and you’re close enough to help, you’ll already have my number.

After today, I just want to turn people loose on the house with no supervision, and let them make the decisions for a change. The rules of engagement in those situations will be:

(1) If you want it, take it. Immediately.
(2) If you don’t want it, but would keep it if it were yours, box it to go out.
(3) Otherwise, bag it and toss it.

If you can help with that stage over the next week, it would also be greatly appreciated.

Thanks in advance, and I cannot emphasize this enough:

We need help desperately! Please!

Baa.

A. Pick 20 of your favorite movies.
B. Then pick one of your favorite quotes from each movie.
C. Post the quotes in your journal.
D. Have those on your friends list try to guess what the movies are without Googling, you cheating fuckers.
E. Strike out the quote once it has been correctly identified and place the guesser’s username directly after the quote.

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1. “…she ponders how many people are having an orgasm at the exact moment.”

2. “I know the difference between drug real and real real!”

3. “Oh, that’s ’cause he’s a zombie.”

4. “We sold San Diego!” Hap Appleblatt

5. “He’s smiling. That’s never a good thing.”

6. “This will not look good on a resume!”

7. “Start at twelve, turn twice to three. At ten past one, ’twill open be.”

8. (On a sign) “NO COLOREDS ALLOWED.”

9. “Not everyone’s from Boston, John!”

10. “I’ve come to tell you how fabulous I am.”

11. “A big, gold, ‘C’!”

12. “You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and you… will… atone!”

13. “Hm. A tie vote. I guess that means I get to cast the deciding vote!”

14. “It’s your heart. You ought to take it with you.”

15. “If heaven is such a wonderful place then how come being crucified is such a big fucking sacrifice?”

16. “It will come to you, this love of the land. There’s no gettin’ away from it if you’re Irish.”

17. “Go find Doc. If he’s sober, bring him back.”

18. “My mom’s been fuckin’ a dead guy for 30 years. I call him dad.”

19. “O fair Hermia, thou art so incredibly hot and stuff.”

20. “And that’s what happens when you mix Exlax and Tea.”

An open letter to the South. (Warning: satire)

An open letter to the people of the great sovereign states of Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Tennessee, Florida, Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana, Arkansas, and Texas.

Greetings.

Nearly a century and a half ago, the people of your states started a bit of unpleasantness with the rest of the nation, and the net result was nearly half a million dead, millions of dollars in destroyed infrastructure, and hard feelings that have lasted to this day.

In light of recent events, let me offer my sincerest apologies. It turns out that all of us were on the wrong side of the question. Certainly, the argument was framed in the final years of the conflict by the noble cause of emancipation, but the main cause that we fought for, the preservation of the Union, was a mistake. Keeping your eleven states as part of the United States has turned out to be a disaster, and it’s time for us to make good on it.

The United States hereby officially apologizes for the preservation of the bonds between your states and ours.

The Union Army hereby officially, retroactively, surrenders.

The United States hereby acknowledges and recognizes the existence of, and independence of, the Confederate States of America.

Are you happy now? You get to keep your distinct culture. You get to fly your little Confederate battle flags without recrimination. You get to think you’re right. But we, the North and the West, will end up with the better deal.

We won’t have to deal with you any more.

You see, your new nation is composed of the former States that were literally subsidized by the rest of us. You, who complained endlessly about how your taxes were too high, were actually receiving more (in some cases, considerably more) in Federal tax revenues than you were paying out. And that’s before we factor the money we poured into your region in the past through the Tennessee Valley Authority, Rural Electrification, the CCC, the War on Poverty, and so on. Today (well, actually yesterday, since today you’re on your own) you’re still getting more from the Federal Government than you’re contributing. If we were speaking in biological terms, you’d be designated a parasite and eradicated without second thought, but we in the North and West actually have a measure of human compassion, unlike most of you, and would not stoop to that level.

True, we’d be losing access to the oil fields of Texas and the Gulf Coast, but know what? We don’t care. We still have the Strategic Petroleum Reserve to draw from, not to mention Alaska once we get the pipeline up and running, and we can keep buying oil from Canada. That will keep us going for a while. Needless to say, we might have to import some oil from the Confederacy, which you will gouge us for, but you’re already gouging us for it anyhow. The United States (well, up until we let you go) is controlled by two Texas oilmen, who have done their level best to keep the price of oil artificially inflated. You can’t do much worse to the price of oil than you already are. And we won’t need it for long, since once we get rid of your influence in our Government, we’ll actually elect some sensible leaders who will wean us off the teat of foreign oil, and invest in alternative sources of energy. And before you think you can prevent this by taking Al Gore away from us, we’ve already arranged for him to have political asylum in New York.

Economically, socially, and culturally, we’ll be much better off without you, so don’t worry about us.

There is a question of where to draw the boundaries. Certainly, the original eleven states belong in the Confederacy, but we don’t really need to stop there. After all, there are many other states that belong with you. Kentucky, for instance. It’s always aligned more with the South than with America, so while we’ll lose the big horse race and good barbecue, we’re willing to part with it. Oklahoma, Kansas, and Nebraska belong with you, too, when you factor in their cultures. Plus this way YOU have to deal with Fred Phelps, Bob Dole, and James Inhofe.

We’ll keep Arizona and New Mexico – they’re a lot like you, but they occasionally come to their senses so we’ll keep them in the fold. Colorado is tricky. My gut reaction would be to let them go, but once you get outside of Colorado Springs, the rest of the state is actually quite sensible. One would be tempted to let Wyoming go because of Dick Cheney, but since he’s really from Texas and just registered to vote in Wyoming at the last minute to keep Texas’ electoral votes in the Republican column, we’ll hold onto it and ship him back down to you.

We’ll keep Utah and Idaho, since we’re going to need SOME insane states to keep us on our toes now that Alabama is gone, and they’ll be vastly outnumbered so they can’t do any real damage. So there’s our border. Good? Good.

There is, of course, the question of people of color. We have ample evidence of how you’d treat them after Hurricane Katrina, when the Texas cowboy occupying the White House left them all to drown. But don’t worry, we’ve taken this into account. We’ll take them. All of them. They’ll be welcome with us. We’ll pay to relocate them. We’ll still have huge swaths of land in Wyoming, Montana, Alaska, and the Dakotas, whose sparse populations give them way too much political influence as it is, and we can take advantage of that. We’ll build new towns solely for Southern refugees. We’ll put them to work building these new cities and new infrastructure, and then we’ll let them have them! It would be a new homestead program! And we don’t have to limit it to blacks, either! Any free-thinking, intelligent, and sensible Southerner would be welcome to homestead with us; we’d love to have them contributing to our economy and culture! We won’t need to worry about slavery starting back up, since everyone who would have a chance to become a slave would migrate north and find a better life even than they have now!

It sounds like a great deal to me! Of course, without Northern and Western tax revenue your economies would start to dry up, and there’s a chance that within 50 years you’ll be petitioning to come back into the Union, but forget it. You’ve run things for far too long. We’ve let you get away with murder. You wanted to be on your own, so now it’s time to let you have your wish. Thanks for all the fish, don’t let the golden door hit you on the ass on your way out. Good bye, and good riddance.

Some Little Golden Book photos

The joy that is Little Golden Books

Emptying out my mother’s house (which was my grandparents’ house before her) I’ve had a lot of memories dredged up.

One memory, which I’m exploiting by heading on up to eBay later tonight after I get a disk formatted for the Mavica, is of Little Golden Books. These were real quality children’s books: sturdy, nicely illustrated, and some great stories.

I pretty much yanked all of my mother’s and my LGB off the shelf and brought them over here. I only looked at them a few seconds ago.

The two on top are “Walt Disney’s Hiawatha,” and “The Gingerbread Shop, a tale of Mary Poppins.”

For the record, the Mary Poppins one predates the Disney movie by 14 years. Real coolness.

I’ll put up some photos later.

WTF?

From IMDBPro:

MGM is using the current visit by the touring company of the Broadway musical Dirty Rotten Scoundrels at the Pantages Theatre in Hollywood to ballyhoo its MGM on Stage division, which develops and licenses stage productions based on the company’s film properties. For the 2006-07 theatrical season, MGM on Stage, headed by Darcie Denkert and Dean Stolber, is overseeing five stage adaptations of movies ranging from Midnight Cowboy to The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.

I can almost see “Priscilla,” but really, is the world ready for “Midnight Cowboy: The Broadway Musical?”

Please pass this along….

How To Hack A Diebold Voting Machine!

If this information gets out enough, and enough people on every side know how to do it, then maybe we can get rid of these abominations before the Republicans use them to steal another election.

Thanks to <lj user=”tomsmith”> for this one.

Why do I get the feeling they hired Terri Garvey as choreographer?

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