Thursday, January 31, 2008

PSA: too much television

Oompa Loompa doompadee doo, I've got another puzzle for you, oompa Loompa doompadah dee, if you are wise you'll listen to me. What do you get from a glut of TV? A pain in the neck and an IQ of three. Why don't you try simply reading a book? Or could you just not bear to look? You'll get no, you'll get no, you'll get no, you'll get no, you'll get no commercials. Oompa Loompa Doompadee Dah, if you're not greedy you will go far. You will live in happiness too. Like the Oompa Oompa Loompa doompadee do.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

book review: 1984 by George Orwell

#41 1984 George Orwell 1949 * * * * * If you read it a long time ago when you were a kid, read it again. I love this novel, and the writing style is fantastic. Did you know Orwell is only a pen name? The author's real name was Eric Blair. ~ January 29, 2008

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Monday, January 28, 2008

movie review: no country for old men

no country for old men 2008 * * * * * The Cohen Brother's do it again in another jaw-dropping mesmerizing movie. Tommy Lee Jones is a great lawman, as he always is. The ending promped one dumbfounded moviegoer in our theatre to go "what?" as the credits popped on the screen, but this is a masterpiece. Un-friggin-believable. The bad guy, played by Javier Bardem is terrifying, and Kelly Macdonald, the trailer park bound wife of the good guy, is smokin' hot. ~ 06.17.07


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Sunday, January 27, 2008

When Will the Proles Wake Up?

The Proletariat sleeps while the Capitalists take control.

While the Proles watch football and NASCAR and lottery numbers, the Capitalists manipulate the Government.

The Proles eagerly buy the Shiny Gadgets the Capitalists offer, even as the Capitalists use those gadgets, those phones and computers and cameras to Spy on the Proles.

While the Government tortures prisoners and mount cameras in every roadway and city street, the Proles don't pay attention.

While the Proles are distracted by Britney and Idol and sensational crimes and celebrity gossip, the Government steals Treasury Gold and gives it to their friends the War Profiteers and Pharmaceutical and Petroleum Oligarchs.

The Proles believe "anyone can be President" although it takes millions and millions of dollars to run a campaign and the same two families have controlled the political scene for over twenty years.

The Proles watch bigger televisions when they should be reading bigger books. They spend when they should save. They are slaves to the Bankers, who give them Credit and trap them in Debt. Debt is Slavery, but the Proles are too blind to realize this.

The Proles never suspect the Education system is shoddy by design, so that only the Capitalists will receive a good education, and so the Proles will remain stupid and incapable of Critical Thought.

The Capitalists use Religion to divide the Proles. They use Religion to cause the Proles to vote against their own interest.

The Proles are offered Two Parties, but both Parties are owned by the same group of Capitalists. The Proles never wonder about this, and they can do nothing about it, because they are too busy buying things and paying down debt.

The Proles believe they have "Freedom of Speech", but if a Prole speaks out, he is electrocuted and carried away. If he protests he is hauled away. Most Proles do not question this.

The Proles believe in a fantasy called "privacy" but their phones are tapped, their email is scanned, and they are searched without cause and without warrants.

The Proles are financial assets for the Capitalists. The system runs just well enough to keep the Proles comfortable. The Proles have food in their bellies. They have entertaining gadgets to keep them pacified. They have electricity and running water. They are kept like pets, valuable only as Consumers and Taxpayers. The purpose of the Proles is only to purchase the Shiny Goods the Capitalists produce.

The Shiny Goods are produced by Slaves, but those Slaves are from different countries, and those Slaves speak a different language, so the Proles don't care. Those Slaves are other Proles, and they too buy up the Shiny Goods.

The Proles understand video games but do not understand Compound Interest. They understand television programming schedules but do not understand mortgage payment schedules.

They listen to Patriotic slogans but not the screaming of their own neighbors as they suffocate under crushing debt and grinding futility. They cannot hear their neighbors over the sweet sound of their surround sound televisions.

Those Televisions tell them that they are falling behind their neighbors. The Televisions deliver the Corporate Gospel to each household. The Television shows the Proles happy wealthy people with fantastic bodies living fantastic lives in fantastic homes.

The Proles believe this Corporate Gospel and feel the Shiny Things they have already accumulated aren't as good as what they see on Television, so they buy more things and go into more debt and so they have to work harder and have no time for critical thought.

They have no time to wake up and realize they were being kept down by the Capitalists.

The Proles buy bigger cars that take more oil which supports the very "enemies" their Government sends their children to fight.

They believe in the Invisible Hand of Capitalism, but they believe it can exist with no thought to Social Programs. While they pray to a God that preaches charity and kindness to the poor, they feel their Corporate and Government Rulers have no obligation to charity and few of them are charitable themselves. Most of the poor belong to a different race, and the Proles don't realize they have much more in common with the Poor than they do with the Rich.

When will the Proles wake up? The Proles believe that they too can become Capitalists. It is called "The American Dream." It is fed to the Proles constantly, and they believe it. It is this "dream" that keeps the Proles from rising up. They think that they too can become Capitalists.

When will the Proles wake up? While they swill beer and avoid exercise they don't notice as the Capitalists withhold medicine from the sick. While they vote for the best singer on Television, they don't notice as the Capitalists install voting machines that steal their votes if they bother to vote at all. While they are hypnotized by 60" Plasma Televisions they don't notice the cameras being mounted on every street corner. They don't care about secret prisons, they don't care about torture, and they don't care about war crimes.

When will the Proles wake up? The Proles will never wake up. While their government abuses them, they do nothing. If they do nothing, they get the Government they deserve.

hey hey we're the U.S. Navy Monkees . . .

It's 5:20 in the morning. I dreamed I was back in the Navy. Some friends and I were at the base "mall" and we ordered cinnamon rolls at one of those stores in the mall that sell cinnamon rolls. Then three of my friends decided to break into the theme song from "The Monkees" and everyone joined in. Weird.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

the first starship Enterprise crewmember to be killed off

Michael Zaslow was the first red-shirt on Star Trek (original series) to get killed off. Wiki entry here. thanks Barry for that awesome info.

Monday, January 21, 2008

because

This weekend I did a whole lotta nuthin because there was nothing to do. I kept a fire in the fireplace because it is nut-crackin' cold outside. I watched football because there is a Superbowl coming up. I played World of Warcraft because it is friggin' awesome, and I worked on the plot of the second part of my bestselling novel, because I am a super-genius.

Now I am going to go to the dentist because my teeth are horrible. I'm wearing my slippers because my office has no carpet. I got my hair cut after 301 days because I couldn't stand it, and I'm going to Byron Center today because somebody's computer doesn't work.

Okay, you're all caught up on the awesomeness that is danmanning because you read this post. Have a nice day because your going to have to get through it, and the only thing you can really control is your attitude.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Generic blog post, Wednesday

Today I replaced another slow computer. Yesterday I retrieved some deleted bookkeeping files from a pc. I encrypted an external hard drive for an accounting firm. I set up a Windows Live account for a different accounting firm. I cut spam at a law office. I fixed a wireless connection; they had two "linksys" wireless networks in their house and didn't realize it. One was secured with one code, the other with a different code. The laptops were understandably confused. At home I moved the bunk-bed from downstairs to Alex's room. I got my hair cut. I didn't vote in the Michigan primary because the Democrat$ managed to screw that up and no one I liked was on the ballot. I quit reading Hemingway and started reading Orwell. I started taking vitamins. Vitamin B and D, taken together, are like speed. I have too much energy. It's freaking me out. I’m making a lot of lists. Everything is alphabetized and cleaned up.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

before and after 301 days without haircut


64 days short of a year. I couldn't take it anymore

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Off with her Head!

Found this on a trashy little site called cnn.com. I bet crime would drop like a rock if we did it like this:

RIYADH, Saudi Arabia (AP) -- Saudi authorities on Saturday beheaded an Indonesian maid convicted of killing her employer, the Interior Ministry announced.

In a statement carried by the official Saudi Press Agency, the ministry said the maid used a pillow to suffocate her employer Aisha Al Makhaled and then stole her jewelry in the southern province of Asir.

Saudi Arabia follows a strict interpretation of Islam under which those convicted of murder, drug trafficking, rape and armed robbery are executed in public with a sword.

The maid is the second person to be executed this year in the desert kingdom, according to an Associated Press count.

Saudi Arabia beheaded 137 people last year, up sharply from the 38 in 2006.
If there weren't so many people being exonerated from DNA evidence, I'd say this wouldn't be a bad system. Put it on pay-per-view, or have a channel dedicated to showing executions, kind of like how COURT-TV, (now TRU) shows COPS twenty-four hours a day.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

oh, so THAT'S how a sewing machine works . . .

I always wondered how they worked.







Swiped from http://www.dvorak.org/blog/.

movie review: i am legend

i am legend 2007 * * * * The Fresh Prince has come a long way. I have to admit Will Smith did a great acting job in this movie, which had a lot to do with going crazy from solitary confinement. The story had a couple of weak points, like the immaculate car in the end and the female lead had perfect makeup. And oh yes, the female lead, Alice Braga is smokin' hot. ~ 01.12.08


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Thursday, January 10, 2008

upgrade from Vi$ta to XP today.

Today I get to do my first upgrade from Vi$ta to sweet, sweet Window$ XP. Since the machine is already bulked up with 2G ram to handle the lethargic, massive bloatware that is Vi$ta, it goes really really fast with XP. I love doing "upgrades."

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

news you won't see

Check out this site: theuptake.org
Lots of interviews with people you'll never hear from otherwise. Pretty interesting

Saturday, January 05, 2008

generic blog post on Saturday Night

The place where we went to shoot pool Thursday was one of those working class joints with one pool table, two booths, a few chairs, and a bar in the dark corner away from the windows. The waitress was an aging beauty with too much red lipstick and a baseball cap and ponytail. The pool table was slightly warped, and the ball would move slightly toward the door, where an overweight kid who barely looked old enough to drink checked IDs at the door. They started karaoke at nine and some gal in tight jeans and frizzy hair sang a Crystal Gayle song. Playing pool, I actually made a jump shot to sink the six ball into the side pocket. I also made a bank shot to sink the eight ball. These things have never happened to me before. But I scratched a lot and everybody let me know about it. We got out of there early, and we were back by ten.

I had a laptop to reformat, and I was doing the reformat and left for awhile and came back and it was dead and it wouldn't start. The battery recharge light wouldn't come on. I took the entire thing apart in a panic before I finally called the owner and asked if she'd had problems charging the battery. "Oh yeah," she said. She'd forgot to mention that little detail, how you had to hold the power cord "just so" to make it charge the battery. Dammit. Not only was the operating system trashed, the screen was stained from smoke and there were seeds or something in the keyboard and I cleaned all that out and now it shines like new with a pure OS in a filthy apartment.

Today I took the girls and my niece and nephew sledding at Proven trails where we were lucky to escape with our lives because the snow was packed solid on this steep hill with solid trees at the bottom and if you don't steer carefully you get a face full of pine and possibly a broken skull or fractured bone. No one got hurt and after that irresponsible Uncle-ing I went and got KFC for everybody.

I love it when the in-laws visit, they are cool in-laws, but after having anyone visiting for awhile, the house seems huge after they leave. So now I live in a big house.

I'm just glad that finally, FINALLY, the holidays are over. I have lots of work already lined up for next week, so I'm pretty happy about everything and everybody.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Another year, and another year of bla bla bla

Last night we rang in the New Year here at the house. Dick Clark is old and scary now; he slurs his words and reminds us all that death is the ultimate end. Do we need to be reminded of that on New Year's Eve of all nights? He should do a "Dick Clark's Rockin' Halloween" special, where his ghoulishness would fit in better with the spirit of the season. Why don't they just have the CryptKeeper puppet host the New Year's ball drop? He's got more life in him than Dick Clark.

Today is one of those lazy days with nothing to do. I'm playing World of Warcraft. I printed out my 2007 journal. I'm rereading the short stories of Ernest Hemingway. It snowed last night, but the shoveling was easy. I ate two corn dogs.

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