Sabotabby, now with 100% less sabotabby-content

Farewell to CBGB's, Jason Flores-Williams.

Hipsters are to gentrification what fluffers are to the porn biz: we get the area ready for the big pricks to come in and blow their load.

(Hat tip: fengi.)

My Little Pinhead and if H.R. Giger designed My Little Pony. (Hat tip: sfslim.)

Natalie Dee is my soulmate. (Hat tip: human_loser.)

Taliban takes high cover: Can’t smoke ’em out? Troops struggle with 10-foot Afghan marijuana plants.

A couple of brown plants on the edges of some of those (forests) did catch on fire. But a section of soldiers that was downwind from that had some ill effects and decided that was probably not the right course of action...

(Hat tip: rohmie.)

memetherapy: What's the Point of Science Fiction? Part 1

Paul McAuley: Science fiction is the holy fool of literature. It can say what it likes and get away with an examination of truly radical and subversive ideas because no one takes it seriously. When it’s at its best, we’re generally in trouble. Science fiction flourished during the social and economic upheavals of the 1930s, during the Cold War, and during the Iron Age of the 1980s. It should be flourishing now, damn it, but too many people who used to hang out with it have wandered off into some kind of fluffy make-believe world or other. Real science fiction doesn’t make stuff up. It turns reality up to eleven.

(Quoted all over the damned place lately.)

Sabotabby, now with 100% less sabotabby-content

Farewell to CBGB's, Jason Flores-Williams.

Hipsters are to gentrification what fluffers are to the porn biz: we get the area ready for the big pricks to come in and blow their load.

(Hat tip: fengi.)

My Little Pinhead and if H.R. Giger designed My Little Pony. (Hat tip: sfslim.)

Natalie Dee is my soulmate. (Hat tip: human_loser.)

Taliban takes high cover: Can’t smoke ’em out? Troops struggle with 10-foot Afghan marijuana plants.

A couple of brown plants on the edges of some of those (forests) did catch on fire. But a section of soldiers that was downwind from that had some ill effects and decided that was probably not the right course of action...

(Hat tip: rohmie.)

memetherapy: What's the Point of Science Fiction? Part 1

Paul McAuley: Science fiction is the holy fool of literature. It can say what it likes and get away with an examination of truly radical and subversive ideas because no one takes it seriously. When it’s at its best, we’re generally in trouble. Science fiction flourished during the social and economic upheavals of the 1930s, during the Cold War, and during the Iron Age of the 1980s. It should be flourishing now, damn it, but too many people who used to hang out with it have wandered off into some kind of fluffy make-believe world or other. Real science fiction doesn’t make stuff up. It turns reality up to eleven.

(Quoted all over the damned place lately.)

The return of the Ted Nugent Quote of the Day

Via 99catsaway, a disturbing article about gun culture in the U.S. Like 99catsaway, I'm no hardcore anti-gun activist. I like target shooting, and I've been trying for years—with no success—to find a TTC-accessible shooting range. I'm wary of a state that has a monopoly on the use of deadly force.

This said, I find American gun culture sickening. I've encountered a lot of people who boast about their willingness to kill in order to defend property, and this is inexcusable. But even worse is the problem that Joan Burbick raises in her article; the gun lobby's eagerness to defend the "right" of potential domestic abusers to bear arms.

Today's Ted Nugent Quote of the Day is long, and it's the worst one I found in the book. I hinted earlier that at the root of his gun-mania is not a desire to hunt for his own food but a longing that he may one day find himself in a position where he can fatally shoot another human being—and get away with it. (Without having to enlist. After all, he's no "sheep." He's an extreme non-conformist!) Without further ado (my comments in bold):

Traffic in the big city mall was light and easy going. Shoppers strolled here and there with armfuls of bags and packages. Kids darted hither and yon, in and out of the video arcade and toy store. Mothers pushed baby buggies laden with stuff they didn't need.

Yay capitalism!

The lunch crowd came and went all around me in the small cafeteria. I leisurely sipped foamy double mocha cappuccino

Is Ted some sort of yuppie ho-mo-sexual or something?

and awaited the return of my spouse, fearful she may have purchased unnecessary debris.

New at Potterybarn: Rubble from a carpet-bombed apartment in Beirut! Get 'em while they're hot!

Maybe?! I hate shopping. I hate malls. I hate waiting.

Maybe you should shoot someone. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

But I grinned through it all, relaxed, just glad to be anywhere with the family that I love.

Except that they ditched you to go buy shit.

Life is grand after all.

( Sliced and diced like a dead deer! )

The return of the Ted Nugent Quote of the Day

Via 99catsaway, a disturbing article about gun culture in the U.S. Like 99catsaway, I'm no hardcore anti-gun activist. I like target shooting, and I've been trying for years—with no success—to find a TTC-accessible shooting range. I'm wary of a state that has a monopoly on the use of deadly force.

This said, I find American gun culture sickening. I've encountered a lot of people who boast about their willingness to kill in order to defend property, and this is inexcusable. But even worse is the problem that Joan Burbick raises in her article; the gun lobby's eagerness to defend the "right" of potential domestic abusers to bear arms.

Today's Ted Nugent Quote of the Day is long, and it's the worst one I found in the book. I hinted earlier that at the root of his gun-mania is not a desire to hunt for his own food but a longing that he may one day find himself in a position where he can fatally shoot another human being—and get away with it. (Without having to enlist. After all, he's no "sheep." He's an extreme non-conformist!) Without further ado (my comments in bold):

Traffic in the big city mall was light and easy going. Shoppers strolled here and there with armfuls of bags and packages. Kids darted hither and yon, in and out of the video arcade and toy store. Mothers pushed baby buggies laden with stuff they didn't need.

Yay capitalism!

The lunch crowd came and went all around me in the small cafeteria. I leisurely sipped foamy double mocha cappuccino

Is Ted some sort of yuppie ho-mo-sexual or something?

and awaited the return of my spouse, fearful she may have purchased unnecessary debris.

New at Potterybarn: Rubble from a carpet-bombed apartment in Beirut! Get 'em while they're hot!

Maybe?! I hate shopping. I hate malls. I hate waiting.

Maybe you should shoot someone. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

But I grinned through it all, relaxed, just glad to be anywhere with the family that I love.

Except that they ditched you to go buy shit.

Life is grand after all.

( Sliced and diced like a dead deer! )