Rantings, mostly…

I saw “Huo Yuan Jia” last night and cannot possibly think what must have went through Jet Li’s mind.

Admittedly, he sought to show appreciation and respect for not only China, but Wushu.

However, in that same moment he left a crowd full of stadium sitting onlookers (um… there were five people total: myself; two associates; and two others), trying their best to read blurbs of poignant English lost amongst their sadness; triumph; and then finding one’s self.

Oh, I will probably own it whence it comes out on DVD.  Only because, possibly, I will be able to turn off the Mandarin they are speaking so I can at least focus on the severity of the emotions displayed by viewing the movie, instead of its subtitles.

Message to Jet Li:

This should not be your last movie.  China is mightily proud…

…America however is leaning back in their rocking chair hocking loogies of pure tobacco juice thinking, “Damn that Chinese and his fast legs.”

Well, I finally got around to ordering that Micro R/C Helicopter that I have been wanting for about three months.

The package arrived yesterday, complete with my pellet shooting mini-submachine gun.

First… the helicopter after a brief charging time sets itself on fire. There goes my floor, my school book and my fun.

Access sucks anyway…

Quality control my arse!!

The fusah-what?  Yeah, it *used* to be a fuselage.

What does ThinkGeek tell me about all this? They do not have contact information for the company.

If I had the time and definitely the money, I would sue ThinkGeek. Then I could be supreme Master Geek.

Last but not least… the gun broke.

There is not too much that can be said about the matter, but I assure you its importance and urgency is of the utmost severity.

http://www.google.com/help/netneutrality.html

Depending on how our white-bread, bureaucratic forties and fifties children decide on whether or not we should be allowed to view the content we desire, could mean the end to Internet freedom.

The end of something that should be as free as the air we breathe.

Check it out, read it…

…and for God’s sakes, take it seriously.

Last Sunday I went through my sleep study… finally.

Due to my agoraphobic nature I had canceled it three times before. After getting diagnosed with COPD however, my physician assured me she would let me die if I did not take this seriously.

Needless to say, I took it seriously.

You want to see something truly funny? Here ya’ go.

Domo arigato, Mr. Toeboto.

I think not.

What do I base this on? Check out:

http://www.namo.com/products/webeditor/

…with JavaScript disabled. What do you see?

Only a company that claims to have an alternative to FrontPage (yuck!) and Dreamweaver *both*! The result is this:

<script language=”javascript”>
<!–
function change() {
    location=”/products/webeditor.php”
}
//–>
</script>

You expect me to hand over my hard-earned cash for markup output in this fashion? Is a “meta refresh” so scary that you needed to mark it up with extraneous code?

You know what… ?

Screw you, and whilst we are at it… screw Dreamweaver.

Yes, it is true.  I was diagnosed with COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease) a few days ago.  Where was I that I could not tell you?  Awash with narcotics (that made me aloof) and antibiotics (that made me sick).

Did I mention narcotics?

Anyway, they say part of it is because I am so big.  Not just weight-wise either.  (Even though I am a quarter of a ton, and *do* need to lose weight.  I have a *huge* frame my physician exclaimed, “Not to mention an enlarged heart!”

Yay for me!  I have two organs in distress.

Or would that be three since I have two lungs?

Anyway, I am off to inhale my Spiriva, Advair, Albuterol1, and Combivent.

It is also the 4th leading cause of death in America.

Pfft, AIDS ain’t got nuttin’ on me.

I tell you… there is nothing that can compare to breathing like an in labor hippopotamus to a track athlete, be it ever so brief.

Oh, and did I mention narcotics?