.:. Alive
Tuesday, December 24, 2002 ~ 01:48 p.m.

Well, I'm alive. We're currently visiting my mother's parents in East Tennessee. Aside from an intense desire on both my mother and my grandmother's part to force me to eat large quantities of food, it's been relatively pleasant. Being confined with my parents for so long (particuarly since my mother has reverted to think of my sister and I as helpless toddlers) is begining to take its toll on my patience, but the rest of the family should arrive soon. My cousin, Laura, and her husband, Marcus, flew in from Minnesota for the holidays. They're fun people and it's always good to see Laura's brother, David. We all went out and saw LOTR last night in Oak Ridge. The other fifteen family members opted not to come to Tennessee for Christmas. On one hand, it would have been good to see them all. On the other, that's that much less pain I have to endure.

My cell phone has absolutely no signal out here in Kingston, so if you've tried to call me, I'll get back to you after Christmas. We're leaving here tomorrow afternoon after presents, so I'll be able to call people tomorrow or Thursday.

So until then, I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas!


.:. Friends don't let friends dial drunk
Friday, December 20, 2002 ~ 08:08 a.m.

At 1:40 this morning I was jolted out of sleep by my phone ringing. When I picked it up, it said "Jeff Cell" but I couldn't figure out what had gone so wrong that
Jeff would call me at 2 AM. I answered it, only to be greated with a drunken chorus of "play that funky music." This would have been funny, had I not just fallen asleep and had I not needed to get up at 6 this morning. So I called back, pissed as all hell and still groggy, but he couldn't hear me over the noise. So instead I left him a little message:

"Hi, Jeff. I just thought I'd leave this as a message, since you sound like you're otherwise occupied. If you ever call me again at 2 AM because you're drunk at a party I will cause you immeasurable amounts of pain. We're talking things you never thought one human being would do to another. I WILL HURT YOU. So don't ever fucking call me at 2 AM again unless you're dying, or by God, I will make sure you are!"

At least that's what I think I said. Since I was still pretty much asleep, he could have just gotten a message that said "mmmph die grrr screaming ftt arrr mmm....*snore*." Either way, I fully intend to exact painful revenge as soon as we're both back in town. I haven't decided yet between kicking him repeatedly in the head or burning down his house while he's asleep.

But the end result was that I didn't fall back asleep until about 3 AM and it was all I could do to drag myself out of bed this morning. All I want is a nap, but it looks like I'm going to have to settle for caffiene. I have to work all day and then there's the Changeling Game tonight, then I have to be in Nashville around 9 or 10 AM Saturday, so sleep is just not in my schedule for the next little while. Ugh...my brain feels all fuzzy. I think I'll burn his house down.


.:. I could just cry....
Thursday, December 19, 2002 ~ 11:28 a.m.

article is...well, there just aren't any words.

These five, who joked about raping the Central Park Jogger to the cops that arrested them, who confessed on videotape and in writing, and who, in addition to rape, were also accused of assault, robbery, and rioting on that same night...they now have had all their convictions dismissed based on the account of another convicted rapist and murderer. It is said that the 1989 confessions of the five were coerced. I suppose their "humor" was too? It was known at the time that at least one other had been involved as the DNA found on the jogger didn't match the five. They were convicted based on all the other evidence. So I guess if we dismiss the confessions, the physical evidence (such as grass stains and dirt in the crotch of the underwear of at least one of the five), AND if we ignore the testimonies of the police who interviewed the five and forget that the five have been convicted by not one, but two juries....then I suppose that maybe the DA has a case. It just seems kind of...interesting that all previous evidence, confessions, and testimony from law enforcement officers can be wiped away by an animal who raped and murdered a pregnant woman.

Yusef Salaam, one of the five, was interviewed by Mike Wallace on "60 Minutes" in 1992. Salaam said he suspected the jogger (who, by the way, was declared DOA at the hospital) was "faking." When Kharey Wise was being led out of the courtroom after being convicted of sexual abuse, riot and assault, he yelled at Assistant District Attorney Elizabeth Lederer, "You bitch! You'll pay for this!" Of course, he says he only held the jogger's legs while the others raped her. You know, I'm not really inclined to belive anyone's assertions that those five are innocent, and I'm not particuarly inclined to believe that they were convicted based on race and not evidence.

Members of the medical team that first treated the jogger told the Daily News that her injuries were not consistent with Reyes's account that he acted alone and beat her with a tree limb and a rock. "The wounds that caused the blood loss, the ones that almost killed her, were administered by some sharp-edged weapon of some kind. Not by a blunt object," said one doctor. "A sharp-edged object will not produce the same abraded edges." A second doctor agreed, adding that more than one person was involved: "She had extensive injuries all over her body. There was not a part of her body that wasn't traumatized."

This woman almost died as a direct result of what those six men did to her - they all raped her, they all beat her, and they all should pay for their crimes. And now five of them are set to walk free.


.:. Eww....just eww
Wednesday, December 18, 2002 ~ 09:44 p.m.

I left work this afternoon and decided to head straight over and check on
Todd's dogs. So I'm waiting in the line to turn onto Jordon Lane and I look up at the truck in front of me. The tailgate was down and what should be lying in the truck bed but the mutilated remains of Bambi himself. This deer head, with a bit of its neck kind of trailing behind it, was staring me straight in the eyes. It was creepy! One minute I'm pondering what to have for dinner, the next I'm pondering taxidermy and decapitation. In my book, those three topics should NOT go together.

Honestly, I just don't understand the concept of hunting. We have Wal-Mart. Why should we go out and kill things for food? It's ever so much more work. And if it's not for food, then why hunt at all? It doesn't make your balls bigger to shoot a defenseless herbivore and where's the fun in shooting at something that can't shoot back? If I ever hunt, I want it to at least be challenging, with something at stake. Issue the deer sniper rifles and then we'll see.

It must really suck to be a deer, too. Imagine if you were just strolling along at the salad bar and all of a sudden *BLAM* your buddy gets a bullet right in the ass. He goes down and next thing you know, his head's rolling around in the back of a pickup somewhere and you're next in line. On second thought, giving the deer sniper rifles might be a bad idea...

But the biggest question at hand is, why did this man have a deer head in the bed of his truck in the first place? Call me crazy, but isn't that something you should drop off BEFORE coming to work???? Maybe this guy just didn't care that it's pretty damn gruesome to have Bambi's severed head staring other drivers down. Maybe he thought it'd prevent tailgating. I have no idea, but it was nasty.

Current Music: 'Alone' - Angie Aparo


.:. Don't answer the door!!!!
Wednesday, December 18, 2002 ~ 01:43 p.m.

Dammit! I went over on my minutes this past month and the phone company is searching for me, brandishing a very large, spiky dildo with which to ravish my defenseless posterior. Ow ow ow. And right before the holidays too. Couldn't they just give me the extra minutes as a Christmas gift? *sigh* Okay, no more chatting it up during the day for me. Sad thing is, I managed to go over with no really long conversations, just a LOT of short ones (1 to 2 minutes). You never realize how quickly those minutes add up until some guy in bondage gear with an AT&T logo emblazoned across his forehead starts knocking on your door with
Pat's ugly stick asking for just a few minutes of your time.

Speaking of being anally violated, I found out today that two of my coworkers got laid off last week. You see, NO ONE TOLD ME, so I asked after them today and my boss just kind of looked at me funny. Took him a while to finally tell me and then I thought he was kidding. Apparently there's been a major shake-up somewhere up the line and QORE's doing some "cost cutting." *snort* Merry Christmas, boys and girls. My boss says the lab's going to stay intact, though, so none of us lab rats has to worry. So he says. I'm suddenly motivated to get off the computer and look really really busy....no da?

*scurries off to do..uhm...work....yeah*


.:. It's true
Wednesday, December 18, 2002 ~ 10:20 a.m.

You know, ignorance really is bliss. So is figuring out how to do something that everyone else who has a clue takes for granted - it feels like a monumental breakthrough to you! ;-) I just figured out how to set up the HTML in Pitas so I can reference individual entries. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. You should have seen how long it took me to figure out CSS on my own! And I hear I haven't even really figured it out, since this page still looks like ass in Mozilla. *sheepish grin* But back to my recent discovery....unfortunantly, it's not retroactive. We can't edit archives, but at least from now on I'll be able to reference to a specific post instead of a general time period.

So I feel better at least. A pity I can't go back because there are some posts that I feel really shouldn't be lost to the mists of time. Some of them I have on my actual website, but since that hasn't been updated in almost a year...well, it's scary, people. Even I don't wander in there. Maybe one day I'll get everything sorted out and get the hell away from Geocities and UAH.


.:. An Engineering Christmas
Tuesday, December 17, 2002 ~ 03:18 p.m.

In the interest of continuing in
Pat's vein of taking old Christmas joys and destroying them, I thought I'd post this little e-mail I got the other day. I'm sure you've all seen it before, but it's still amusing.


There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world, however since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, or Buddhist religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the population reference bureau).

At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each.

Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say, that for every Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000 of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get on to the next house.

Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which of course, we know to be false, but will accept for the purpose of our calculations). We are talking about 1.25 Km per household, a total of 120.8 million Km, not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 1040 Km per second...3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 43.8 Km per second, and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 25 Km per hour.

The pay load of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds, even granting that the "flying" reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them......Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch).

600,000 tons traveling at 1040 Km per second creates enormous air resistance....this would heat up the lead reindeer in the same fashion as a space shuttle re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip.

Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 1040 kps in 0.001 seconds, would be subjected to centrifugal forces of 17,500 G's. A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo.

Therefore, if Santa did exist, he's dead now.



Current Music: 'My Madonna' - Dexter Freebish


.:. Woo hoo!
Tuesday, December 17, 2002 ~ 01:28 p.m.

It's so beautiful!!!!! The internet! And it's all mine!!!! Err...okay, maybe not. But I have access and it's more wonderful than I ever could have imagined!! *cough* Ahem. Yeah...so I'm happy to finally be back online. You'd never have guessed, huh?

Current Music: 'I Wish' - Drain STH


.:. *Yawn*
Tuesday, December 17, 2002 ~ 09:51 a.m.

So 24 was moved again to tonight at 8. Maybe. Our track record for planning isn't looking so good. ;-) I've pretty much decided, after reading my
sister's review, that I'm just going to skip out on seeing Nemesis. I'll wait until it comes out on video or hits network television. She had quite a bit to say about the movie...none of it good. So there you are. On the other hand, I'm going to try to con my mother's family into going to see LOTR with me next week, since we all know it's going to be awesome.

I really should stop reading the news. It pisses me off. Take for instance, the movement to ban Santa Claus in Australia. I'm sorry, but if your particular religion is so insecure that it's threatened by a mythical fat guy in funny clothes who hops down chimneys...well, it's probably not a real religion. Because if it was, then you should be secure in your ability (and your responsibility) to teach your children what you think is important, while simultaneously leaving the rest of us alone. Feh, stupid PC religious nuts...at least there's a larger majority of normals to fend them off to some degree. But is it enough? Birth control...IN THE WATER SUPPLY! STAT!!!!


.:. Oooh!
Tuesday, December 17, 2002 ~ 09:19 a.m.

I just had a thought! As an alternative to the
death penalty, what if we just castrated rapists instead? I like it! You rape someone, you get chopped, but at least we don't kill you. See...it could be argued that that's a little better and I really really really like that idea. Too bad eunuchs aren't much in demand any more.

Or maybe castration would be considered cruel and unusual? Yeah, probably, although I don't see why. After all, we do it to animals and rapists aren't much different from animals. Hmm...well, until I take over the world, I guess the best we can hope for is that Matias Reyes drops the soap.

Let's just say I have a very low tolerance for that particular type of scum. *grins happily and muses about neutering* Elastration!!!! "Guilty"...*snap* Heh heh heh.


.:. Monday again
Monday, December 16, 2002 ~ 10:28 a.m.

Egads. It's been forever since I archived. I think there were cyberdustbunnies gathering at the bottom of the page! But anyways, it's all fixed now.

I'm finally moved in and about halfway unpacked. The kitchen is in at least in some semblance of order now, meaning I can find stuff to cook with - a definite improvement over last Friday! I should have internet starting tomorrow afternoon. 24 was moved back to Spencer's after he managed to get his comp working again, so I don't have to worry about scrounging furniture for various people.

Todd and Jackie left Saturday morning for California. Talked to Todd briefly Saturday night and it sounds like they really have their work cut out for them as far as the deck goes. I hope Jackie actually gets a chance to see some of California while he's out there!

I still haven't finished (read: started) my Christmas shopping. *wince* I guess I'll hit the mall this coming weekend when I get to Nashville. Talk about pain. I utterly loathe malls any time after Thanksgiving, but there's this one store in Opry Mills that's usually good for at least five or six gifts. Not sure when I'll fit everything in, since I've decided to stay in town for the Changeling Game this Friday, but I guess I'll get it all done!


.:. Feh
Thursday, December 12, 2002 ~ 02:30 p.m.

If I were in the military, I'd have to get a smallpox vaccine. If I were a health worker, I might consider it. As an ordinary US citizen, I'm merely inclined to laugh at this newest gimmick. Oh no! Iraq is such a big threat that we're going to vaccinate you all against smallpox! See what a big threat Iraq is! Now can we please attack? Pretty please with a cherry on top? Feh. What's next, government-issued radiation suits? Just in case North Korea starts getting snippy...

There's a reason we stopped vaccinating people for smallpox as soon as it looked like it was gone. It is not a nice vaccine! Until a more definite threat can be proven, I'll choose to skip out, thanks. I'm not willing to do anything based only on a nebulous maybe. Plus, won't it be great when people with HIV and people who are doing chemotherapy can't walk around in public for fear of contracting smallpox from someone's oozing vaccine site?

You know, if the government really wanted to do us some good, they could offer free meningitis vaccines. *grumble*


.:. Counter-counter-RANT
Thursday, December 12, 2002 ~ 09:28 a.m.

One day I'll get Greymatter figured out and then people can actually reply to posts. One of these days...

Now, on to my reply to this reply from Chris to my post on December 5th:

"Your ignorance of the issues surrounding the death penalty shows clearly. You should look up how much these things actually cost for starters, for the current numbers say a full capital case is about an order of magnitude more expensive than a life imprisonment case. The other surrounding facts are easy enough to find and I'll certainly share them with you if you like, but that doesn't really address your position. The only real reason anyone can ever come up with for supporting capital punishment is pure simple revenge, which is evident in your own remarks.

The question to you is this: do you want the government to engage in revenge? Be careful how you answer, because revenge is a fruitless endeavor and a fickle emotion, and governments engaging in such things always meet with catastrophe."

First off, our justice system just doesn't work. If it did, the objects of my rant the other day would be behind bars for the rest of their worthless lives and no one would think twice. After all, they were proven guilty in a court of law by not one, but two separate juries, AND by their own freely given confessions. Yet now there is a serious push to free them based on the "confession" of another criminal. The fact is that while his confession should be considered, as should the fact that his DNA was found on the victim, the five others are not innocent. I am seriously concerned that our spineless PC-oriented "justice" system will exonerate these five based on nothing more than a sincere desire to not rock the racial boat.

Secondly, in cases such as rape and first-degree murder, I honestly do not believe criminals can be rehabilitated. If they made the conscious choice to commit those crimes the first time, then they can never be trusted again. No matter how much they say they've changed, I doubt the ability of anyone to overcome that kind of basic aberration. The deep-seated mental flaw that exists in someone capable of the kinds of atrocious crimes I'm talking about isn't something that community service, solitary confinement, or even reading a Bible can alter. It takes a certain kind of person to commit rape or first-degree murder and I do not believe people have the ability to change such a characteristic. Perhaps that is overly cynical of me.

Third, I advocate the death penalty for people who have been proven guilty. While my sense of revenge would appreciate the simple cost-effective beauty of a bullet in the head, when I stop to think about it, I advocate lethal injection. It's certainly more than most criminals deserve, considering what they've done to their victims and their victim's family and friends, not to mention their own families.

And last of all, the impact of a definitive death penalty probably wouldn't do much to prevent crime. After all, anyone who is deranged enough to kill or rape someone isn't ever going to stop and think about the consequences. But it WILL stop repeat offenders. Time and again, you hear of crimes committed by someone who was released from prison for whatever reason. It is not humane to kill a human being and I'm not trying to say that it is. However, there comes a point where the good of the many outweighs the good of the one. You can never look at the family and friends of a victim and tell them, "So sorry he got out to kill your child / wife / husband. We'll try and do better this time around..." I'm sorry, but in such cases, my pity goes more towards the families of victims than to the criminal.

As to the government getting involved in revenge, I agree, the death penalty isn't something to be taken lightly. For such decisions, we would have to trust in our justice system's ability to choose a verdict based on facts and not emotion. That's a stretch, I know. But when a criminal confesses or is proven guilty beyond a doubt, then the death penalty should be applied in the most humane way possible, in order to prevent future atrocities.

So I guess it all comes down to the question: Is our justice system in place to protect the innocent or merely punish the guilty? If it is only to punish, then what is the point? Do we punish only to deter? Very few criminals stop to think that they'll be caught - those who do obviously don't care - so as a deterrent, our justice system fails miserably. So why do we even bother, if not to attempt to protect the innocent? We can't deter someone set on doing evil and no matter how much time a criminal spends sitting in a cell, it will never erase what they've done. The best that we can do is to prevent future pain. Hence, I advocate the death penalty.

Speaking of killing human beings, I suppose now wouldn't be the time to bring in my opinions on what makes one eligible for membership in Homo sapiens. Let me tell you though, the sole qualifier isn't walking upright. I'm pretty sure a conscience and ability to reason should come in there too.

Anyways, so ends the counter-counter-rant. More comments? Sorry, Pitas sucks, but I'd love to get them over