(Niue) is to become the first country in the world to have a nationwide wireless internet system. Much of the island's web investment has been made possible by selling rights to use its .nu domain name.
Perfect.
This could be a boon to their tourism economy, maybe even generating a new niche industry: geekotourism. Swimming, spelunking, educational hiking expeditions in mangrove forests where great big freaky crabs climb trees, and wifi everywhere? Sign me up!
Testicle Theater
bravo.
Rock Bottom, indeed.
You can't have someone sign away all rights - including their work on any and all productions you may someday think up, and rights to his image for pretty much anything you damned well please, in perpetuity, in exchange for putting him through rehab - when he's strung out on heroin. People who are high cannot legally sign contracts. Not tattoo waivers, not marriage certificates, and not servitude. Not only is the claim absurdly Mephistophelean, it's grammatically silly (section 9). Maybe they plan to prove sobriety upon signing, and that the contract was otherwise valid, but I think I'd toss the case just based on the typos.
I thought, at first, that the little heads might be cufflinks.
I really want a pair.
Asked today for the Bush administration's reaction to the ruling, Ari Fleischer, the White House press secretary, noted that the administration had not filed a brief in the case. "And now this is a state matter," he said. In fact, the decision today, Lawrence v. Texas, No. 02-102, took what had been a state-by-state matter and pronounced a binding national constitutional principle.
It's almost (almost) amusing when the federal government distances itself from actual domesic, federal, issues. Scalia is not nearly so coy. His comments, and so many others, epitomize Republican hypocrisy. I mean! Aren't they supposed to be for 'less government involvement?' OK, then. You got it. Now go speak in tongues and handle some snakes or steal an election or whatever it is that reasserts feelings of superiority in times like these.
I think mrtrinity said it very nicely.
Go Lawrence, et al.
The fun, simple and safer way to turn ordinary (wienies?) into super fun to eat...
OK, they said "hotdogs," not "wienies." But that photo.
It would probably be better without the eye-holes.
Feels more like 107ºF, really. Between 35-75ºF, you (I) don't really notice the change of just a few degrees. 35ºF and 40ºF are the same thing, to me. But I can totally tell the difference between, say, 78ºF and 80ºF. Or 105ºF and 107ºF.
Yessir, the sun is out and it is totally Savage. Michael Savage.
Accidental art.
Crap.
HOT WEATHER WILL BAKE MOST OF THE REGION TODAY WITH TEMPERATURES RISING TO 105 OVER MOST AREAS EXCEPT WITHIN A FEW MILES OF THE OCEAN.
You'd think that'd cover Berkeley, but no. It was 102ºF yesterday.
Last week, it got up to 70ºF.
Yahoo posts AFP's ironic Berlin report:
Germany recalls Kennedy's iconic Berlin speech
BERLIN (AFP) - US president John F. Kennedy talked himself into Cold War history 60 years ago this week.
The city will Wednesday commemorate Kennedy's June 26, 1963 visit...
Does anyone remember the Oakland Tribune's civic pride campaign from the mid-80s? There were stickers and banners everywhere, proclaiming: It's Hot, It's Happening, It's Oakland! It was a huge joke, back then, but it seems it was ultimately effective. To really get across much how there is a there, though, I think you'd need t.v. spots - with groovy soundtracks - themed for the diverse neighborhoods' hot happenings.
John Woo could direct this one.
"I was exonerated of all wrongdoing. My brother went on to have a long and sordid career."
Oh, that's just who I want for governor: a technically-not-lying, car theiving, Viper-making ass who gets his brother to take the fall for his stupid capers. Let's spend millions of nonexistant tax dollars on this guy's political career!
President George W. Bush said Monday he expected the biotechnology industry to cure diseases, end global hunger and protect America from biological attack.
Bwaahahahahahaha. Oh man, the agony. Who writes his stuff? Get them a sitcom, stat.
I mean! You'd think the man had absolutely no grasp of economics, plant biology, or the last 40 years of history!
The man allegedly prayed on her...
Ew, that sounds messy.
Make a Kit of Emergency Supplies:
•Clean Air
Bush wouldn't sign the Kyoto accord, and that was baffling enough.
But now the administration expects us to carry clean air in a knapsack?
Beauregard brought us a Midsummer gift: a great big gray rat.
Beheaded, disemboweled, and laid neatly on the back doormat.
Mm. Good kitty.
I spent a couple hours on the back porch, today, with the cat and the iBook and, of course, my little squirrel pal. I'm trying to un-train her, or rather train her to stay up on the fence instead of coming down to play with me, as our relationship has been causing Beauregard some distress.* When we're done with a "this is where you get nuts, from way up here, not from my hand" lesson, I sit back down, pet the cat, and pick up the computer, and she comes waltzing over and climbs into my lap.
Climbs. Into. My lap. And touches my hand.
"That's what penguins do best, and that's why I have job security," Tollini shouted as the liquid coursed down her green rubber waders. That's right: even with all that crazy swimming, our local penguins still had plenty of time for sex.
"Southern Baptists can find freedom from this sinful, destructive lifestyle," said Richard Land, head of the public policy arm. "They can be redeemed. They can be liberated." Homosexuals wanted to help Southern Baptists, and encouraged those in the meeting to come forward to seek help. "We want you to know that we love you, and there is a way out."
The path starts at the Folsom Street Fair.
Help support brain tumor research: Courtney's looking for sponsors for the Angel Adventure this weekend. If you have some extra cash, this looks like a fine place to throw it. It's probably tax deductible.
It took 15 student representatives to carry the gigantic penis to the Parliament... Under the slogan "in gelul kan je niet wonen" (roughly translated "in balls/excrement you cannot live").
There was (a group of student representatives) who lived in some balls.
They had Bas jan van Bochove, but no door in its walls.
It was commented, down there, that "Catholics are rude drivers." I still haven't quite recovered from the shock, for a lot of reasons. "Homicide = rude" is sloppy math, for one thing, but beyond that: "Catholic drivers?" I'd hope it would be obvious that I (Berkeleyan, anthropologist, raised Catholic, der*) don't go in for those sort of generalizations.
This is the sort I can get with: Arizona had (in 2000) by far the worst death rate among states, with 6.5 fatalities for every 100,000 people. That's nearly twice the rate of Nevada, Michigan and Texas, which followed on the list.
Arizona also had three of the four most dangerous cities for red-light fatalities. Phoenix topped all urban areas, followed by Memphis, Mesa and Tucson. And AZ Central reports that hit and run fatlities are up 36% in Phoenix since that report was published.
Religious background and motoring skills are discrete aspects of personality, and have not yet been shown to have any correlation. The commenter sees erratic driving behavior exhibited by the SUV-pilots whose children attend the Catholic school in her neighborhood, and makes a risky, (and likely incorrect) assumption about the religion of said pilots. Catholic schools are not religiously exclusive. They might be mostly Democrats (but in SUVs? for shame!), but I'd bet only 10% of the families are churchgoers. It's not Temple or Sunday school, it's a private academic institution.
As it happens, Bishop O'Brien is less what I think of as Catholic and more what I might call Patently Evil. The only epithet that actually fits this particular behavior, though, is Phoenix driver.
mkay, woot woot you say.
unless you are the labour party webmaster.
O'Brien admitted that he allowed priests to work with minors after he knew of sexual misconduct allegations against them and that he transferred them to ministries without telling their new supervisors.
Well, if he's not going to hell for that, he's probably going for that deadly hit-and-run last night.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot: yesterday, sitting on our back porch, reading magazines and feeding the squirrel, we could hear Patti Smith singing from a few blocks away. Bravo for her sound guy, working the accoustics of the swaying grid of Berkeley streets, using the concrete traffic barriers as baffles.
What a whirlwind weekend. There was good news: my cousin is home from the hospital, whence she had stayed since grad night a week ago. High school. Grad night. Ending in an emergency room visit that lasted way too long. Boo for kidney biopsies, but hooray for, um, survivable prognoses.
I also learned why I didn't get That Job. You know, the one I was all hot to take on. The one about which I had a Very Weird Feeling that the brass were not telling me something. Yeah, the one I didn't post about. That one. Turns out there was a good reason for the feeling of weirdness. I'm not sure if I didn't get the gig because
a) some of the most nightmarish aspects* (in my experience, any way) of that sphere were precisely what I would have been dealing with, or
b) those same factors stepped in before we sealed the deal.
Either way: whew. Good save.
Meanwhile: filling dive bars with ultrahotties in support of silly dj friends is my new favorite pastime. That rocked. And that funky 'authentic tribal East African symbol' pendant that beautiful Mekail guy was wearing? Which he inverted to show that it's really a hand flipping off the ethno-tourist gawkers? Oh that rocked so hard.
I have a new favorite epithet: Frickin' Bush on a Segway
Tragedy Strikes Again
The paper towel manifesto sounds intriguing.
The materials available on this website include graphic visual depiction's and descriptions of a fishy nature.
The site should NOT be accessed by spawn, whitebait, sprats, winkles, or anyone who may find this material offensive
(see Jima's comment on glory holes.)
Is it me, or is it high in here?
The Magic of the '61 Chevy.
(thanks, Victor!)
There's something not quite right about being the #2 hit for this search, but I'll do what I can to help the THOUSANDS (most of them AOL users) who are clicking on it: This is not a glory hole. What you wanna do is find yourself an adult video arcade. or a bar. or a public restroom - highway rest stops are a good bet. And don't forget your dry chum dispenser. You're welcome.
This is like sunshine in an otherwise dark and drizzly day.
My knee has decided to hurt whenever we have low pressure fronts, or Very Foggy Days. I'm becoming one of those weather sages with the trick knees. I'd better learn to chew tobacco, to fully realize this new character attribute.
Or maybe I'll go gawk at David Bowie's Area some more.
Thanks, booboolina.
Kidnapping Suspect to Face Nine Felonies
As the charges against Enrique Sosa Alvarez come to light, it's heartening to see that KPIX, Yahoo, and many other news outlets have removed the 9 year old rape victim's name from their reports. When she was missing, it was important information that might have helped people to find her. Now that she is home, she deserves some privacy. The Chronicle and SFGate, in a show of extraordinary bad taste, have not followed their examples.
For shame.
I had this dream, last night, that I woke up at 6am and had to quickly write a bunch of notes about fictional characters and their attributes. I majically pulled Angelina's fushia Pentel felt tip out of thin air, and got to work writing on the bedsheets.
Then I woke up, at 7am. I didn't have the pen, but I still had the ideas. I also had a cat, snuggling up against me under the covers, so I couldn't actually move to get my pen and notepad, which were way far away in the living room. Silly me.
"I said there were 170,000 pieces in the entire museum collection," Donny George said, "Not 170,000 pieces stolen."
That's great, but it doesn't help sway international opinion towards neoimperialism nearly as much. Hm.
You wouldn't happen to have any weapons of mass destruction, would you? Or maybe just some decent replicas?
Police say he put up a struggle and received some minor dog bites...
Here's hoping they were well-placed.
Shop the World Pork Expo for fine phallic fixtures.
In case you're cruising around San Jose:
(She) is a dark Hispanic girl with blonde streaks in her hair. She is four feet tall, weighing 70 lbs.
The suspect is described as Hispanic, about 5'2", with noticeable scratches on his face. Police believe he is driving a (riced out) brown or silver four-door sedan.
4. WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO (FISH) FOR TWO HOURS?
It's simple. You can use only a small portion. In addition, a carrying case is provided in which you can store GLORY HOLE Dry Chum for a day or so.
5. WILL IT WORK IN MY CHUM BAG?
Anything will work in your chum bag, but GLORY HOLE Dry Chum is designed to be used in the GLORY HOLE Chum Dispenser. We do not guarantee two hours of dispersal with your chum bag.
(I blame Cardhouse)
art of resistance = presentation of clenched sphincters.
What sort of joke goes here? Something about relaxing and using lots of lube?
Happy Birthday Aaron!
... the sirens will be tested at noon on the first Wednesday of each month thereafter.
Or, you know, 11am. I can hear them now (once the frickin' sirens die down, I will), down at city hall: "You mean Daylight Savings Time isn't 'spring back, fall forward?'"
Ron is working on a solo debut, entitled 'For You.'
He is currently working on his second website, www.rondevoe.com.
Avid New Edition fans are asking "Where can I buy this record? Why does that URL not work? What happened? Where can I get my Devoe fix?"
Kimberly came through with the hot tip.
He is currently registering customers for Homebuyers' Seminars for ReMax.
(Hwy 666)'s ''negative connotation'' was one officials didn't want associated with the state because it discouraged tourism and area economic development.
Ye, verily, Wyoming shall have visted upon it all the glories of tourism. 'Cause nothing spurs economic development like the superstitious fear of numbers. Oh well, so much for their random road tripper business. You can still visit a Hwy 666, in Ontario. But they probably don't have Kum & Go.
Hey look: Brendan revamped my photolog, too!
Mmm, fishy!
We saw our dream house, today.