Thinly disguised commercials designed to win political points for politicians with an agenda have been driving me nuts lately, so:

If you hear a politician mouth the aufblasbarer hindernisparcours words “Jobs”, “National Security”, “Freedom” or “Leadership” you might as well dial them out because the chances are at just about 100% that whatever follows will be pure and utter “bullship”.

—————Jim

So either Domino is that quick and got away or has learned to throw his voice?

Schnarr, the new software requires that you restart your computer now.

Call it a security update, nobody will structure gonflable question it. hell, you don’t want those evil hackers to take over your computer, so let us do it. (we’re your firends in the secret government, we’ve taken over your life and you answer to us. and we answer to no one. bwa hahahahahahhahhahahahaha-)

—–Not Jim (grin)

((And then Safari aborted the restart, because it absolutely had to remind me that I had more than one page open in safari and how could I possibly think I should let those close?))

-Rampaging barbarians inside cultural boundaries…

“Civilization” by Sid Meier, (I’m most familiar with II and IV) is a game that fascinates and really bugs me.

The basic premis of the game is that all civilizations, all national leaders, are psychotic. It’s an eye-opener to have Mahatma Gandhi decide that he should hurl a ‘sneak attack’ of Nuclear missiles at several of your cities because you won’t convert to Christianity.

I’ve gasped at messages that “Lincoln adopts Slavery”.

Having a “Great Spy” born in one of your city who turns out to be Ethyl Rosenberg is a heart breaker. I mean we have learned lately that (1) the trial was a sham; and (2) the US had already sold nuclear secrets to the soviets. So the Rosenbergs were scape goats and martyrs who were brutally butchered so ice holes could gain and maintain parcours obstacle gonflable political power and continue lying to us.

Grumble grumble.

But anyway. the game has such beautiful potential, but there are times when I want to grab everyone on the development team (one at a time, in a very dark alley) and growl, “You think you’re bloody clever, don’t you-” and shred their minds with visions of anything they’d spent time and emotion developing being torn apart and ravaged in front of them…. jerks.)

So why do I play it? Why do people who have been murdered, and worse- reincarnate on earth to try again? Because we have a truly indomitable spirit? because we can’t believe that a just and loving God could let us suffer intense injustice at the hands of others? Are we infernally optimistic or stupidly gullible?

Or maybe because I still harbour dreams of creating my own game, and want to see where they went wrong, and what they got right?

—–I don’t know.

—–Jim

I got this from a credit card company:

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“This e-mail is to inform you that you have not signed in to www.{***}cardsonline.com for 32 days. To ensure that you are able to access your CHOICE REWARDS MasterCard account information online, please visit us at www.{***}cardsonline.com. Signing in to the website ensures your online membership remains active.”

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Well-

Dear credit card web site security ice holes:

This is to inform you that your self carrera obstaculos hinchables proclaimed cleverness made using your web site so confusing and difficult that I gave up. And I’m a computer geek. How the fupp you expect ‘normal people’ to be able to use your stupid asp web site is completely beyond me.

go away- and do not, under any circumstances, have a nice day.

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Schnarr!

-I thought I couldn’t get any more disillusioned…

Last night on a programme from Australia, rebroadcast on CBC channel 1 out of Ottawa, “Re-Vision” or “Rear Vision”?

They replayed a programme from, I think two years ago…

-This programme had pretty well researched evidence that the guy who had been convicted of the bombing of flight 103 over Lockerby, Scotland, probably had nothing to do with the plot. An eye witness had described someone as being over 6 feet tall and at least fifty years old. They convicted somebody who was neither.

-The reporter said there were ‘heavy hitters’ from three governments’ “intelligence” services sitting in the courtroom, and these people seemed carpa hinchable to be making eye-contact with witnesses and nodding or shaking their heads slightly, but enough to make their intent clear to those witnesses, coaching them on how to answer each question put to them during the trial.

-A parent of one of the Syracuse University students who’d been killed in this bombing said he now believes the conviction was part of a government conspiracy to kill any further investigations into what actually happened, because anyone who asked for deeper investigation would be told, “We know who did it, we have a conviction, the guilty party is in prison, case closed!”

-So Now I’m believing that any visible “Justice” system has nothing to do with Truth, Justice, Morality or Legal process that could be called “honest” or “Just”.

-I’m thinking that I believe that people are innocent until proven guilty, not in a court of law, but to me, personally, beyond any doubt. ANY doubt.

-I don’t know.

-But I do believe I no longer have any trust at all invested in any legal system.

In God I Trust.

Humans just don’t measure up.

—–Jim

In the last week I spent way too much time trying to coax hard drives that went invisible on me to re-emerge into this dimension, this reality. (There’s a setting in mac control panel land that you sure as bleep better uncheck as soon as you fire up a new version of your operating system “Put hard drives to sleep whenever possible.” NO NO NOoooooo! under no circumstances should you ever consider such a thing- if you let your hard drive go to sleep, you’ll never see it again.)

After dealing with a mild, but persistant flu (be it real or imagined?) for the couple weeks before the computer schnarr, my nervous piscina gonfiabile con scivolo system is inside out, and I’m ready to rip the head off anybody who even thinks about disturbing me with anything, no matter how significant or otherwise-ish. I’ve been way over tired, beyond exhausted, and almost unable to get to sleep.

And the web bots guys who were interviewed on coast to coast ayem the other night say it’s only gonna get worse.

Funny thing, though- colour saturation in the real world seems to have tuned itself up a notch or ten. Stuff in the orange to brown spectrum seems to be jumping at me, smiling and thanking me for paying attention-

I have way more to write about, but my head will hit the keyboard any second now, if I don’t let it find a place to at least attempt to rest.

— Hang in there- remember, be nice to humans, God isn’t finished with them, yet-

—–Jim

“All politicians know that the way they juegos inflables get themselves elected by taking money from minorities and giving it to [voting] majorities.” (That was a guest on Coast to Coast AM last week, wish I remember who it was….)

Thursday, May 7th, 2009. 5-7-9 “odd day” is supposedly significant to math freeks.

Museum board meeting. Scott told us that CD stomper labels are frowned upon, because the adhesive can mess up cd’s and dvd’s and Cathi said, yeah, they can also mess up players if the label comes loose or whatever.

So we looked for printers that print right on the cd’s/dvd’s. Epson stylus R280 photo/cd/dvd printer. buck and a quarter Canadian. We can live with pula pula inflavel that. Yum.

Dreamed my old friend Kathy Krafchick didn’t want to be hugged. I introduced her to Christine R’s daughter “C” and told her that “C” was a pisces too, and when I told her C’s Birthday, C said no, it was the 20th- but the 20th is Kathy K’s… I woke up wondering if I’m trying  to develop the facility to remember numbers from dreams and or psychic events.

shrug—

—–Jim

Wednesday, May 6th, 2009.

Cuzzin Joe’s Birthday (Lori’s Husband)

Finished editing the monday night meeting, went into momentary panic thinking the boy, who is seeing his behavour coach after school on wednesdays, would have a melt down over needing to get into the house and get some money for something he gets into his head that he can’t live without. (and he will disrupt anything to let you know he is not going to be happy or let you live in peace if he doesn’t get it.) (he doesn’t neccessarily get his way this way with me, but Cathi will tell me I’m just being mean and give in to him. (One person’s “Tough love” is another person’s”That’s just being mean.”) Oh- I was in the studio when boy might have needed to break into house and get some gonfiabili money for whatever. They didn’t come banging on studio door. I guess things went okay.

Then we picked the boy up at the lake (his coach’s place) and had a nice talk with her new guy. (he’s a really nice guy. Cathi, boy, coach and coach’s spouse are all life path “7”s. hmmmmm-

I don’t know, I just might survive this week. And just when I think it’s almost more than I can take, Cathi complains that I don’t have to get up at 5 and drive into Ottawa and put up with contracting for 9 hours and then drive home for another hour and have to face our part time job for another hour and…. oh never mind.

—–Jim

Monday, May 4th, 2009.

-Kent State Day (anniversary of the Kent State massacre) & the only Birthday I’m sure was on this day was Alex Bennett’s Girl Friend/lover/producer from way back in the 70’s on WPLJ out of new york city when Alex (Née Bennett Swartzman (sp?) ) had a progressive talk show on all night radio on what had been (I believe) WABC FM.

-What’s new here? Argh, going into a work tunnel. Town Council meeting tonight. T came down, set up and wandered around, leaving me to deal with problems like mic levels she should have been adjusting. I mean, why bring down a sound board if you’re not going to work it? She spent most of her time walking around looking board while the meeting was on, she and the volunteer she brought down with her. she didn’t have the handles for inflatable water slide one of the cameras, so she had the guy leave it. I called in Cathi, Cailin couldn’t be there, and the two T’s basically set up and sat back and did nothing for two hours. (Trevor plugged the power cord into the switchable outlet with the coke machine that’s supposed to be turned off during the meetings so the sound doesn’t get screwed up. So guess what? When we turned off the coke machine we lost the power to the record decks, the cameras and everything. Then somebody else turned the power off on us, maybe maliciously, maybe out of sheer stupidity… but anyway, we survived, and I have a lot of editing to do in the next couple days.

—–Jim