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November 27, 2002

I'm a-workin'

I'm doing a bunch of stuff to the site over the next couple of days, so I'm suspending posting for the time being. Should be back by Friday afternoon at the latest, but I'll let you know for sure.

I'm done with the GerPunx maintenance for now, so posting is back on. The private site is still in the works and will definitely be online by Monday, probably before then.

I made one change to this site that could affect how you post. On each post where it says who wrote it, I replaced the author's name with the author's nickname.

In your author profile (when you log in), you have a place for a username and for a nickname. Your username is what you use to log in, your nickname is what gets displayed on the page. Currently they're the same for everybody. You can change your nickname as often as you want.

More on the private blog later.

Posted by mccreath at 06:36 PM

November 26, 2002

DORK

I will be out of the office until Monday, December 2, 2002.

Hugs y kisses all, happy thnksgvng!

ps: listen to this!

http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/205/dead_raven_choir.html

Posted by Lang Squal at 04:55 PM

November 25, 2002

Deconstructing bin Laden

I know we don't normally post this kind of stuff here, but I really like this deconstruction of bin Laden's self-proclaimed role as religious leader.

Posted by mccreath at 12:24 PM

November 23, 2002

Oh, God

Heavenly Images. I cannot possibly do this site justice with words. You have to go look for yourself.

Posted by mccreath at 02:39 PM

November 22, 2002

Because opportunities must be seized

I think I'm going to eat my job just so I can have the pleasure of shitting it out.

With Hoyt's blessing, I took Hoyt's idea and Phil's idea and made us a little store at Café Press. Our first line of products will feature the immortal slogan above.

Here's how the store will work:

We can make products from pretty much anything that doesn't infringe on copyrights. It could be another slogan, it could be one of Phil's collages, Mike's Philosopher t-shirts, whatever.

We'll price everything to make $1.00 profit. The profit will be split between the owner of the design (in this case, Hoyt) and me to help cover the costs of running GerPunx (currently about $100 a year). If we ever actually make enough profit to cover the costs, all profits go to the owner of the design. Anyone who has a design in the store can request that it be removed at any time. Nobody has to contribute any designs at all, but if you have an idea and you want to contribute, rock on. Let me know and I'll help get the image formatted correctly for Café Press to use.

Posted by mccreath at 02:09 PM

November 21, 2002

Ummmm.......

Kikkoman!

Posted by Krayon Scribbel at 04:03 PM

November 20, 2002

This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

I'm having the kind of day where I keep expecting to find Tyler standing around the next corner ...

This is your life, good to the last drop Doesn't get any better than this this is your life and its ending one minute at a time This isn't a seminar This isn't a weekend retreat Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like Only after disaster can we be ressurected Only after you've lost everything you are free to do anything Nothing is static Everything is evolving Everything is falling apart You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else We are all part of the same compost We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world You are not your bank account You are not the clothes you wear You are not the contents of your wallet You are not your bowel cancer Your not the car you drive Your not your fucking khakis! You have to give up You have to give up You have to realize that someday you will die And until you know that, you are useless I say: may I never be incomplete I say: let me never be content I say: deliver me from Swedish furniture I say: deliver me from clever art I say: deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth I say: you have to give up I say: evolve and let the chips fall where they may

This is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life
And it's ending one minute at a time
You have to give up, you have to give up

Posted by mccreath at 07:09 PM

For thems what have forgot the glory

Pictures so good it Hoyts.

Posted by mccreath at 01:30 PM

November 19, 2002

I Think I'm Going To Eat My Job

just so I can have the pleasure of shitting it out.

Posted by Krayon Scribbel at 12:49 PM

More teeth today

Last Thursday turned into an impromptu root canal and crown prep, so we didn't get to replace three of the fillings that had been on the schedule. Hopefully today will go better.

Posted by mccreath at 09:45 AM

November 18, 2002

Babelguides: World Literature in Translation

Since I probably won't be learning any more languages in the near future, I'm glad to see this site, which is a guide to world literature in English translation.

Posted by mccreath at 06:09 PM

November 16, 2002

I'm packing up

and moving. Talk to you bums when I'm reconnected.

Posted by David L at 04:48 PM

November 15, 2002

i'm bored.

fucking entertain me already. jesus.

Posted by tom at 09:55 AM

November 14, 2002

My Kind Of

Thanksgiving turkey! Now if they could do that with pie...

Posted by Krayon Scribbel at 12:31 PM

Tom, I'll be thinking of you

Starting at 8:00 this morning, I'll be having four fillings replaced in one sitting.

Posted by mccreath at 10:00 AM

November 13, 2002

you are a suspect


wily bill safire has made me want to have a beer with him. ew.

WASHINGTON — If the Homeland Security Act is not amended before passage, here is what will happen to you:

Every purchase you make with a credit card, every magazine subscription you buy and medical prescription you fill, every Web site you visit and e-mail you send or receive, every academic grade your receive, every bank deposit you make, every trip you book and every event you attend — all these transactions and communications will go into what the Defense Department describes as "a virtual, centralized grand database."

To this computerized dossier on your private life from commercial sources, add every piece of information that government has about you — passport application, driver's license and bridge toll records, judicial and divorce records, complaints from nosy neighbors to the F.B.I., your lifetime paper trail plus the latest hidden camera surveillance — and you have the supersnoop's dream: a "Total Information Awareness" about every U.S. citizen.

This is not some far-out Orwellian scenario. It is what will happen to your personal freedom in the next few weeks if John Poindexter gets the unprecedented power he seeks.

Remember Poindexter? Brilliant man, first in his class at the Naval Academy, later earned a doctorate in physics, rose to national security adviser under President Ronald Reagan. He had this brilliant idea of secretly selling missiles to Iran to pay ransom for hostages, and with the illicit proceeds to illegally support contras in Nicaragua.

A jury convicted Poindexter in 1990 on five felony counts of misleading Congress and making false statements, but an appeals court overturned the verdict because Congress had given him immunity for his testimony. He famously asserted, "The buck stops here," arguing that the White House staff, and not the president, was responsible for fateful decisions that might prove embarrassing.

This ring-knocking master of deceit is back again with a plan even more scandalous than Iran-contra. He heads the "Information Awareness Office" in the otherwise excellent Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, which spawned the Internet and stealth aircraft technology. Poindexter is now realizing his 20-year dream: getting the "data-mining" power to snoop on every public and private act of every American.

Even the hastily passed U.S.A. Patriot Act, which widened the scope of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act and weakened 15 privacy laws, raised requirements for the government to report secret eavesdropping to Congress and the courts. But Poindexter's assault on individual privacy rides roughshod over such oversight.

He is determined to break down the wall between commercial snooping and secret government intrusion. The disgraced admiral dismisses such necessary differentiation as bureaucratic "stovepiping." And he has been given a $200 million budget to create computer dossiers on 300 million Americans.

When George W. Bush was running for president, he stood foursquare in defense of each person's medical, financial and communications privacy. But Poindexter, whose contempt for the restraints of oversight drew the Reagan administration into its most serious blunder, is still operating on the presumption that on such a sweeping theft of privacy rights, the buck ends with him and not with the president.

This time, however, he has been seizing power in the open. In the past week John Markoff of The Times, followed by Robert O'Harrow of The Washington Post, have revealed the extent of Poindexter's operation, but editorialists have not grasped its undermining of the Freedom of Information Act.

Political awareness can overcome "Total Information Awareness," the combined force of commercial and government snooping. In a similar overreach, Attorney General Ashcroft tried his Terrorism Information and Prevention System (TIPS), but public outrage at the use of gossips and postal workers as snoops caused the House to shoot it down. The Senate should now do the same to this other exploitation of fear.

The Latin motto over Poindexter"s new Pentagon office reads "Scientia Est Potentia" — "knowledge is power." Exactly: the government's infinite knowledge about you is its power over you. "We're just as concerned as the next person with protecting privacy," this brilliant mind blandly assured The Post. A jury found he spoke falsely before.

Posted by tom at 09:55 PM

Don't Fuck With Big Tex

or his corndog!!!!

Posted by Krayon Scribbel at 11:28 AM

But it DOES sound like Enrique Iglesias

's syphlitic, diaretic arse hole, spewing chunks of psychotic chainsaws into a hell full of meat grinders

Posted by Lang Squal at 09:39 AM

November 12, 2002

The ultimate Goth accessory

Ian Curtis suicide house up for sale - NME.COM News

Posted by King at 05:15 PM

Shhhhh......

We're so damn quiet this week......

Posted by Krayon Scribbel at 07:31 AM

November 07, 2002

Chin scratching

If you didn't have to have a job – if you were financially secure without working – what would you do?

Posted by mccreath at 03:17 PM

November 06, 2002

Suitable For Framing

Bob Marley and Yoda together make for some fine art.

Posted by Krayon Scribbel at 01:38 PM

November 05, 2002

Because the Goths seem to love us so ...

Morbid Outlook, apparently the Better Homes and Gardens for Goths.

Posted by mccreath at 02:48 PM

Don't Forget!

Regime Change Begins at Home

I hadn’t heard of these folks until today, but I sure like their little banner.

Posted by mccreath at 12:48 PM

November 04, 2002

Dave M

Good to see you this week. How was the earthquake?

Posted by David L at 03:49 PM

Which word best describes our current govermental system: ?

Faux-mocracy
Mockracy

Posted by Lang Squal at 11:24 AM