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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

This is the kind of shit I think about

Image: Kurdish rebel

So have you been following any of that ominous news about Turkey and the Kurdish Workers Party? In case you haven't, I'll give you a brief rundown. And by brief, I really mean not at all brief.

There probably should be a country called Kurdistan, but there is not. The Kurdish people occupy the northern parts of Iraq and the eastern parts of Turkey. They've lived there a very long time and they're pretty much the only people living there. It's a natural ethnic division. Some of the Kurds in those regions identify themselves first along nationalist lines, as either Iraqis or Turks, but still others identify themselves first along ethnic lines. Some Kurds really want a Kurdistan, and some are willing to fight for the idea.

The Iraqi government doesn't have all that much control over their Kurdish region. The Turks mostly have control over theirs, but often keep that control in unsavory, "oppressing a minority" kinds of ways. Rabble rousers from almost-independent Kurdish Iraq are shooting things and blowing stuff up in not-even-close-to-independent Kurdish Turkey. As you can imagine, the Turks don't like this.

The really ugly thing is that no one's in a good position to do anything about it. Kurdish Iraq is semi-autonomous. The central government in Baghdad has little real control over the region. American occupation forces are a little busy trying to keep themselves from getting blown up on the road from the green zone to the airport. So the Turks are beginning to take military action.

And it's entirely reasonable that they do that. We invaded Afghanistan because the Taliban wouldn't/couldn't do anything about al Qaeda. Why can't the Turks do the same thing with the PKK in Iraq?

But it would be really nice if they didn't. Given the history of the region, the Turks are pretty unpopular in Arabia. Almost as unpopular as… uh, us. Full scale military action by Turkey in Iraq could be very bad for the future of Iraq and could have a halo effect on the whole region.

But, what can you do? This is kind of our fault. Maybe. Saddam Hussein was definitely a bad guy. It's good that he's gone. But our actions to correct some of his atrocities have helped set the stage for what we're seeing now.

One of the biggest arguments for both Gulf wars is that Saddam gassed his own people… the Kurds in northern Iraq. After the first gulf war, when (surprise!) we did not topple Hussein, the Kurds in the north and the Shiites in the south needed a little bit of extra protection. So we created the possibly illegal "no fly zones," where American airpower helped keep Saddam's influence and aggression in check.

In the years between Gulf wars, Kurdish Iraq slipped more and more out of Baghdad's control. And hey, guess what? They're still mostly out of Baghdad's control. Now, militants are going to be militants no matter what we did then, and no matter what we do now, but I can't help but wonder if the aftermath of Gulf War I didn't play a huge part in setting the stage for this problem today.

But I think I'm going to take a different view.

It's all Monica Lewinsky's fault.

Hussein was a pain in the ass from the moment he invaded Kuwait until the moment he died. He was a particular pain in the ass in the late 90s when UN weapons inspections failed. President Clinton decided something had to be done. But there was a problem. The Lewinsky scandal was unfolding. Basically it went "I did not have sexual relations with that woman. Now let's talk about dropping bombs on Iraq…"

Nobody wanted to hear that. Everyone said "No, no, no… you're not changing the subject that easily." There was no new round of airstrikes then. And what's to say that wouldn't have changed everything? There's no doubt that a new conflict with Iraq would have changed the political climate, and possibly had an impact on the 2000 election and who knows what else. It's one of those "a butterfly beats its wings in Beijing" kind of things. Who knows how far the ripples would have traveled? It's possible there would not have been a second Gulf War, or that it would have been delayed, or the course of the war would have been different.

Who knows? I'm just speculating. The only thing I know for certain is that we should all blame Monica Lewinsky. And Michael Douglas.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Goddammit!

Goddammit! I think I'm getting a plantar wart on the ball of my right foot. I blame Michael Douglas for this.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Don't be fooled

Michael Douglas thinks he can win me over with charity work. Pfft. Like that will happen. I'm wise to him.

 

I did something really stupid yesterday. My quest for Still Life led me to Usenet, where alt.binaries.sounds.mp3.complete_cd had what I wanted and a whole lot more. I downloaded something like eleven albums, including a few double albums. I snagged all the studio albums except for Brave New World and A Matter of Life and Death. Sweet. [Full disclosure: I also don't have The X Factor or Virtual XI. But those don't count. If it's not Bruce Dickinson, it's not really Iron Maiden. Except for the early albums with Paul Di'Anno. Ok, what I really mean is the albums with that Blaze guy don't count.]

My music library is set up exactly the way I want it. All these new files needed to be renamed and retagged. I keep a separate library of audio files downsampled to save space on my PDA, so I had to set that up too. All this takes time. I wasn't finished when I shot myself in the foot yesterday.

I keep a separate folder for Usenet downloads. New files stay there until I can sort them or whatever else I need to do. Yesterday I saw something in a multimedia group that caught my eye: screen captures from a zombie movie. Sweet! I loves me some zombie movies. So I downloaded about 40 of them.

Yeah, it turns out they all sucked. Not a one of them was worth even a glance. Delete, delete. While working in my Usenet downloads folder, I hit Ctrl+A to select the whole bunch [Tip for Windows users: Ctrl+A is a nearly universal shortcut for "select all"], then hit Shift+Del to bypass the Recycle Bin and get those turds off my disk that much sooner.

Hey, I thought. What did I do with those other Iron Maiden albums?

NOOOO!

Dammit. I deleted the six CDs I hadn't yet sorted out. I'm retarded.

But everything came together in the end. I fired up my newsreader to see if I could download fresh copies of those CDs. Not only were all the deleted ones still available, but now Brave New World was also available. Do you think maybe if I delete my shit again, the other album I'm missing will appear?

 

New plugin: Theme Switcher Widget, an addon for using Ryan Boren's Theme Switcher plugin with dynamic sidebars.

Friday, February 16, 2007

At least I never had a mullet

The Bunny, The Chicken and I took a little shopping trip this weekend. We weren't in the market for anything other than paper cups to feed our latte addictions, but we did use the opportunity for a little retail therapy.

I got one of these (so maybe I can finally sort out SQL JOINs), one of these (not great, but worth watching again), two of those (I now have a bajillion gigabytes storage for my PDA) and a shiny copy of Iron Maiden's Edward The Great.

Image: album cover, Iron Maiden's Edward The Great

Shut up. Stop judging me. Iron Maiden used to be cool. In 1986, nobody rocked harder than Maiden. Now? Eh, not so much. But back in the day they were all that, plus tax. I used to be a huge fan. I bought everything I could find. I even special ordered stuff. I had patches and buttons, stickers and shirts. And of course, a respectable collection of cassette tapes.

Image: My old collection of Iron Maiden cassettes

I haven't played any of those tapes in years. I had to dig through the basement to find them just for that picture. 80s metal doesn't age particularly well and I don't often find myself actually wanting to listen to them. The band has a few songs that have stuck with me, like "Wasted Years" or "The Trooper," but I'm mostly content to leave those tapes collecting dust.

There is one exception. I'm still not tired of "Still Life." But as you can see (or maybe not) my collection is missing Piece of Mind. Because that was the one tape to which I listened most often, it ended up somewhere else. Presumably I listened to it and didn't put it away, which is completely understandable when you consider how inconvenient it was to get to the rest of them.

Of course, it's always possible Michael Douglas stole my Piece of Mind tape.

Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure he did. That's just the kind of thing he'd do. Fucker.

Anyway, I needs me some Still Life. I looked at a bunch of stores and couldn't find a copy of the album I was missing. Still Life was never especially popular, so it's not on any of the Best of/Greatest Hits releases. No Still Life for me. But that's alright. I bought Edward The Great anyway. At least now I have high quality digital versions of some of my favorites.

Most music honestly isn't worth buying, but I really don't mind supporting artists I really like. And support Maiden I have. This purchase marks the fifth or sixth time I've paid for a version of "The Number of The Beast."

When I was in high school, I tried to learn to play guitar. That didn't work out so well. After several lessons, the only thing I'd really learned is that I'm more or less tone deaf. Maybe not tone deaf, but at least tone stupid. My instructor would ask me questions like "which of these two notes is highest?" and I wouldn't be able to consistently tell him.

But despite my complete ineptitude, I still managed to learn how to play Number of The Beast. Or at least the rhythm guitar parts, and probably only because it's so damn simple. The rhythm guitar in that song is something like 4 notes and two chords. Despite the fact that I've long since forgotten how to play the song, and was never any good at it anyway, it's given me a lingering prejudice.

I'm a complete meathead who would often incorrectly answer questions like "are these two notes the same?" and I still learned how to play the rhythm guitar to one of my favorite songs. Therefore, rhythm guitarists are probably also complete meatheads. James Hetfield? Meathead. Paul Stanley? Meathead. Dave Mustaine, Rudy Schenker, Malcolm Young? Meatheads, all of them.

 

Around ten years ago I was working with this young guy named John. Iron Maiden might have saved John from a very poor decision.

John: Hey, did I tell you I'm getting a tattoo?

Me: No, you didn't.

John: I'm pretty pumped about it.

Me: What and where?

John: I want the Pantera logo across my back. Huge letters, like six inches tall, from one shoulder to the other.

Me: Uh… really?

John: Doesn't that sound cool?

Me: No, it really doesn't.

John: Why not?

Me: Do you really think you'll always be this interested in Pantera, and that being a Pantera fan will always be this fashionable?

John: Pfft. I don't care. I'll always like them.

Me: How cool would I be today with a giant, 10 year old Iron Maiden tattoo on my back?

(looong pause)

John: You might be on to something there.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Damn him all to hell

So apparently Michael Douglas almost killed himself.

Douglas briefly lost his footing while standing in a cherry-picker basket 25 feet in the air to christen a new art museum in Bermuda. Douglas, a benefactor of the Masterworks Museum of Bermuda Art, was pouring rum on the roof in a traditional regional "roof-wetting" ceremony Monday but managed to steady himself.

Fucking Michael Douglas. When presented with the opportunity, the guy adamantly refuses to fall on his head.

 

And on a completely different note, I've been considering making a dramatic overhaul to my sidebar. A few of the ideas I'm kicking around might not be compatible with my older blog skins. Does anyone use the Eat at The Fish's, Tossed My Salad, or Just For Charred skins? I'm thinking about getting rid of them to free my template for more radical designs, but I don't want to feel like I'm yanking the rug out from under too many people.

Speaking of design changes, I've changed the way this blog uses CSS. The "standard" methods for serving CSS are to have styles embedded in the HTML or to use static external files. I'm using a different method now. I'm serving CSS through PHP, which (among other benefits) allows some server-side trickery.

Anyway, you probably don't care about the behind-the-scenes voodoo. I bring it up only because I'm wondering about compatibility. I'd hate to go blazing forward with something that doesn't work for everyone. So if none of these new stylesheets are available to you, I'd really appreciate hearing about it.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Three random things

Whatever happened to all the smörgåsbords? I remember when I was a kid my family used to go to smörgåsbords all the time. Now I don't even know where to find one. The smörgåsbords are all gone. They've all been replaced with "buffets."

Pfft. How uncreative.
 

The other day I was sniffing around on Wikipedia when I stumbled across something that annoyed me to no end. I read eBooks, right? Since I first started with it, I've downloaded thousands of books. I've got books of all sorts. I've got pirated, freeware, public domain and even a hundred and fifty or so purchased, licensed books.

A little over two years ago I bought an eBook by Cory Doctorow, the title of which intrigued me: Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom. The description looked fascinating. It's set an unspecified amount of time in the future. The main character, who's died and been restored several times, lives and works in Disney World where he and his companions maintain the Haunted Mansion ride.

Anyway. Cool book, clever ideas, fun read. When I bought Down and Out in The Magic Kingdom at eReader, I paid $8.50. I found out just the other day the eBook is freeware.

Fucking Michael Douglas. That prick charged me $8.50 for a book I could have downloaded legally for free.
 

I had a third thing. I completely forgot what it was. I'm blaming Michael Douglas for that too.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Saturday night surprise

Saturday night The Bunny, The Chicken and I had dinner out with one of our mutual friends. High rollers that we are, "dinner out" meant "going to Pizza Hut." Our pal, Rina, was all charged up to try their new Sicilian lasagna pizza.

So we went. We ate. It was pretty damn good, so we also lip-smacked when we were finished. It's good pizza, but I'm wondering how adding some ricotta makes it "lasagna pizza."

Because we're party animals as well as high rollers, after dinner we all went back to La Casa del Pescado y Conejita (it sounds so exciting in another language doesn't it?) for dessert and a movie. After the raspberry pretzel yummy thing and about twenty minutes into Click, I received a very unexpected phone call.

It was my father. He and I have been mostly estranged for around twenty years. Although we're on civil, even friendly and conciliatory, terms we still don't talk much. In the five or so years we've been back in contact we've only spoken maybe a half dozen times. We've exchanged two or three e-mails. Once I sent him a Father's Day card with a picture of his grandson.

W. calling to ask me to serve as Secretary of Zombie Movies and Michael Douglas Bashing would have been only slightly more surprising than a call from my dad. Unexpected or not, it was a good conversation. We talked about politics and our local economies and Starbucks. We had a couple of good laughs and we "bonded" a little.

The real reason for his call was a bit of bad news. My grandmother, his mother, is dying. He wanted to make sure I had one last chance to see her. Without hesitation, I told him a trip would be difficult. I told him it was doubtful we could afford the trip or the time away from work.

I told him about refinancing and closing costs and new tires and blah, blah, blah. All of which is true. We really don't have enough money to justify a few days off work and an out-of-state trip. But it was still an excuse. If it was important to me, I could find a way. But that's just it; it's not important to me.

I've been estranged from her almost as long as my father. It's been at least fifteen years since I talked to my grandmother, my last surviving grandparent. The last few times we talked, we couldn't really connect on anything. She was a stranger, just a voice on the phone. I know it disappointed my dad that I wasn't more receptive to his suggestion.

I don't feel bad about my father's disappointment. I don't feel bad about not wanting to see my grandmother one more time. I don't feel bad about not being more involved, more interested in his family. I feel like I should care, but I don't. And that makes me feel a little guilty.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Miss me?

Yeah. So I'm back. Not that I ever really left. Well, I kinda left. Sorta. I took a vacation, but I didn't go on vacation, you know? It was just a week where I didn't go to work. And I decided it might be nice to take a week off from blog world, too.

I owe a HUGE thank you to all the people who submitted posts to fill my dead air while I was sleeping late, drinking beer and deepening the butt-shaped impression at my end of the couch. Seriously, thank you all for pitching in. You've warmed my cockles. (That's a good thing, honest.)

And now it's all over (sniff, sniff). Back to work, back to the routine. Ugh. I'm not sure exactly what to blame on Michael Douglas here, but I'm pretty sure he did something. He should get a punch in the junk, just because.

So, anyway, I'm back. Didja miss me? (Psst! This is the part where you leave fawning comments about how you missed me terribly and how you'd have withered and died if you'd gone one more day without The Fish.)

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Damn those people

So Katie Couric left the Today show, right? I was sorry to see her go. I thought she was adorable and I think she brightened my morning. I'm not going to watch CBS News to get my dose of Katie.

So NBC decided to go with Meredith Whatshername. But not right away. Meredith starts in September. I'm neither looking forward to that nor dreading it. I don't have anything either for or against Meredith.

But in the meantime, I'm really getting attached to Campbell Brown. And she's not staying. Fucking Michael Douglas. It's all his fault.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Not every post deserves a clever title

Yesterday I had one of my semi-regular customers visit. This guy's got a strange set of circumstances happening. He's a white guy. He's unmistakably Caucasian. Yet he and his New Zealander wife (love that Kiwi accent) live on an Indian reservation. The guy paid for his service with a check. His bank is in Ohio, but his address on the check is New Mexico.

Me: New Mexico?

Alan: Yeah, I teach at Western New Mexico University now.

Me: Really? Kind of a long commute.

Alan: Yeah it's a three day drive.

Me: Umm… ok.
 

The guy is keeping his house in the mid-west and driving back and forth to his job in New Mexico. That's easily the longest commute I've ever heard of.
 

 

My mom called me at work yesterday saying she wanted to stop by to see me. Immediately I was thinking mama drama. You know the expression. If it's not one thing, it's your mother.

But no, there was no drama. My mom was sorting through her great piles of junk and found something of an heirloom: my father's "yearbook" from when he went through basic training for the Navy in 1968. After apparently wrestling with the idea for two months, she finally decided to give it to me.

I'm so glad she did.

My father looks so young in those photos. He was only 19 or 20 then. Those pictures were from years before I was born, before he'd even met my mother.
 

 

Somebody stole our damn trash can. The company contracted by the city for trash pick up provides specific trash cans for us to use. Three different sizes are available, each at a different rate. I came home from work yesterday to find that some bitch had switched our large size can for a medium.

So… Michael Douglas stole my trash can.
 

 

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