Monthly Archives: December 2002

Who needs visibility?

Saturday, December 14, 2002

As Monster Magnet always told me,

Ain't gonna stand in the rocket's shadow
My mama's waiting for me on the moon
My dick just got a million times bigger
I'll be pumping Andromeda soon

In all seriousness, WOW. The power difference before and after the blower is staggering. I love it. I think it looks awful, but DAMN is it fun to drive. So much power… Honestly, driving this car is a full-on sexual turn on (thank you giant vibrating engine).

I can't see most of the road in front of me — I can see oncoming traffic, but very little to the right of that. Oh well, a good thing about small towns is you get to know the roads so well you can drive them blind.

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Good then bad…

Saturday, December 14, 2002

Woo-hoo — I've been sick and feeling down all day and suddenly my Vette arrives on a flatbed. There's still a ton to do (it's blown now, but just has a cheap “sled” cowl, and needs lots of visuals as well as new tires, suspension work, etc.), but it's good to have my car back.

I just finished writing this entry and a bunch of C**M shit gets thrown at me again. Well, at least I was in a good mood for fifteen minutes. Seriously, in my entire life I don't think I've had to deal with anything as personally painful as that, and I wish people would just drop it with me. I do my best to keep my mouth shut on the subject to be nice, but if it keeps getting pushed at me, that policy will end.

How long do I have to keep putting up with this shit before I can ethically say “if you choose to keep supporting that group you are not welcome on IAM”? No one would blink if I didn't allow KKK members on the site, even if they behaved here.

But no, even though this site was set up for friends of BME, now it's grown larger and I'm expected to pay to support the “enemies” of BME as well. Even though donations are basically zero at this point, I'm expected to have to pay the bills out of my own pocket and spend every waking moment slaving to make it better, but if I do even the slightest thing that makes it even seem like I'm exercising personal bias in management of the site, I get piles of hatred heaped on me by a bunch of self-important assholes who get off on other people's misery.

It really hurts.

A friend said to me the other day, “remember, every 'customer' you don't hear from is a happy customer,” and I do understand that, but it doesn't make it any easier that the vast majority of contact I have with the online world is complaints and attacks. I think there was a movie that asked what would happen to angels psychologically — after all, they are creatures of love, but have nothing but abuse thrown at them for thousands of years.

We all know what happens when a loving dog gets beaten for a few years.

Sometimes it makes me wish I just worked at McDonalds.

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Freaky Presidential Rape?

Saturday, December 14, 2002

OK, the translated Russian version of the story at Pravda is rather odd: US President Implicated in Sex Scandal? (here's a domestic version). To be honest, it's way too bizarre to tell clearly, but here's a quick summary:

Three people tried to kidnap Margie and her husband. She was polite, but called the police. The police let them go and harassed her instead. She claimed that George Bush had been raping her and racially abusing her for some time, aided by the FBI (who were drugging her). She also claims that after Bush raped her, the FBI agents did as well to "cover it up". Bush and/or the agents may have raped the husband as well.

Now, she's representing herself in court, so I think it's pretty damn safe to say that she's a kook… However, I'm not totally writing this off yet, as the government does admit that she is an ex-girlfriend of Bush's, and that the parts of her story that can be independently verified have been.

And I also realized reading this that as freaky and inhuman as it sounds, it is a crime that has been committed over and over and over by leaders in power around the world. Why would the West be immune to this sort of extreme personal weakness?

(Still, if I was wagering, I'd wager the story's not true…)

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Surprise, surprise…

Friday, December 13, 2002

Kissinger just quit as head of the 9/11 commission. That's good news, yes, but what's interesting is why. I'd love to know exactly what secret conflict-of-interest caused this, but Kissinger's no fool — by quitting now, he ensures that we won't find out.

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At the post office

Friday, December 13, 2002

So I was at the post office mailing two packages; one for Samppa who must be bored silly in Finnish prison, and one for Ryoichi in Japan, the final documents needed to complete the Japanese edition of the ModCon book. (And check out what it cost me to mail them, ack!)

Anyway, I thought I was going to have to fill out lots of forms since that's what Ryan's had to do when sending stuff to the US lately, but for international it turns out you don't have to. I asked them if they were planning on switching international shipping to the new courier-esque service as well since that means tracking numbers, but they said no.

I was told the reason that the Post Office here switched shipping methods is because post-911, the US no longer allows Canadian mail to be sent on planes that also carry passengers, so it voided most of their shipping contracts. It addition, it requires specific labelling and tacking… They've had to contract out shipping to the US to private courier companies.

At least that's what they told me at the post office… I did some searching online but I haven't had any luck confirming this.

Oh, and since no one figured it out, the weird piercing picture in the entry below shows the piercing half done. The needle is through and Tom is probably grabbing the barbell. The “hook” is a separate piece of wire that we were using to pull the lip out of the way without having to have another hand in the way.

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