First off- talk about your career going downhill:

From totally computing



To totally spitting up



Alrighty then- last night I watched "Frontline - The Medicated Child" on the not-KQED-PBS-station here in the bay- (KCSB?)

It made me... ill.

You can actually watch it yourself online, right here:

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/medicatedchild/

I think my brother and I had a bit of a disconnect on our respective levels of revulsion at what we were seeing-
It started initially at simple "normal" child behaviors being diagnosed and then medicated-
"He throws tantrums all the time"
"He's jumping all over the furniture"
MEDICATE THAT BIPOLAR ADHD MOTHERFUCKER!

So- in that whole sequence the only kid that I thought might actually have a problem was the girl who was laughing about cutting her parents' heads off, and then going through a two-week depression where she doesn't eat and just sits around.
Ok- that might need some attention- but these other kids?
I saw only uselessly-stupid parents and placating doctors-

The difference in opinion came at the guy with the tics- whether through natural mind state or the 5 meds he was on, he twitched- pretty badly-
Much worse than I ever did, but still today I recognize the twinges of the OCD tics that I had as a child/teenager-
My brother thought "that's fucked up"-
I thought "that's a mind evolving through things it can't keep itself up with"
As a child/teen, I personally went through alternating stages of being "that weirdo" and "the coolest guy ever"- where my head would "catch up to me", and I was able to consciously act versus spontaneously react-

Either way- innovation happens only at the edge, and I'll be goddamned if I'm going to fuck with any of my childrens' mental evolution because they're beyond societal standards of compliance or my own limits of capacity-
(Note to all future wives)

Some people dress up for church, others dress up for a date- still others dress up for WalMart.

I dress up for the DMV.

Because if I'm going to be looking at that picture several times per day for a year-or-however-long-it-takes-to-lose-my-license-again I want it to be memorable in some way- so I smile a little on the inside every time I see it.

As such, I was inspired by the Hipster Olympics:



So that means that... TODAY IS FAUXHAWK FRIDAY!
(WITH REQUISITE MYSPACE PIC TAKEN BY IPHONE!)
(sad note- I once got a haircut and told the girl to do whatever she wanted- i ended up looking like this, and paid $120 for it)



Side note- WTF is a hipster anyway?
I've heard various friends complaining about them over the years, but I could never figure it out-
Like- one girl carrying a leopard-fur purse calling the other girl with a pink feather boa a "hipster"...
What- weird clothes and a sense of disaffected apathy? Shit I've had that locked up for *years* :P

so- i just watched the new rambo movie.

it is ultraviolent to the point of numbness

it's like the most graphic parts of Braveheart and Saving Private Ryan combined all in to one.
in EVERY scene.
once you get past the rice-paddy landmine olympics and the widescale rape, you're able to see it for what it is- a comedy
the claymore-turned-tunguska-meteor will have you rolling with its mushroom cloud, pressure wave, and pyroclastic flow.
you'll chuckle every time you see a legless englishman gut someone-
you'll snicker every time you see a couple bad guys get misted-
hell, rambo doesn't even do much in this movie-
he must be getting old, as these days he prefers to just let the .50 wail-

whoever made this movie was high as a kite.

Helen, of all the benefits of marriage to men which have dissipated, probably the most important is sexual abundance within the marriage. The sexual pact at the core of marriage has always included two promises: exclusivity and abundance. For thousands of years, everyone understood that it is UNFAITHFUL for a wife to significantly curtail that abundance. Suddenly, in the space of two generations or so, the dominant culture and most women have forgotten this. She who messes with abundance messes with exclusivity, and lack of sexual abundance transforms marriage into marriage-lite. Marriage-lite is an inherently weak institution. Legal disincentives to men to enter it, as you've discussed, simply weaken it further.

also from http://pajamasmedia.com/2008/02/ask_dr_helen_8.php

i tried to explain this to a kitten once, in my not-quite-tactful-enough manner as:

GODDAMNIT IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT THE SEX, it's like... when I was in middle school and I got in trouble and I knew they would be sending the referral to the house in the next few days- every day, riding my bike, walking around, whatever- that referral and its impending doom was overshadowing everything i did. My normal life was no longer enjoyable, because this issue kept popping up to the front of my mind. It's just like how I feel about money- when it's there it's there, when it's not it's not- but overall if I have enough I don't have to worry one bit about it and I'm able to enjoy every aspect of everything else in my life, and enjoy everything else about you being in my life. But if there's not enough? Well then it becomes that thing stuck in the top of my head overshadowing everything- upon which every activity and endeavor must be weighed against...
I don't like going out to breakfast and constantly thinking "GOOD GOD HOW MUCH IS THIS GOING TO COST?" just like I don't like going out to breakfast and constantly thinking "GOOD GOD WHEN ARE WE GOING TO FUCK?"
it's called a baseline, and it must be met.

this of course upset her greatly and... yeah... :(

I think the problem is that young men come to the realization that they are not really needed. Boys grow up instinctively wanting to be heroes, but the irony is that successive generations of male heroics have made the world safe enough that women no longer need heroes in their lives; they want "partners." It comes out sounding more like a business proposition, and a rather bland one at that.

from http://pajamasmedia.com/2008/02/ask_dr_helen_8.php

i think i can sum it up as "your story has become tiresome"

do you? http://www.iseefrance.net/

also- i see the same model in different states of pubic trim:

*rawwwwwr!*


ALL GONE!

Everyday Normal Guy Rap Song on FunnyOrDie.com

Seriously, none of you are San Hoes

A friend forwarded this to me, i found it amusing...

Don't even bother reading unless you're incredibly bored.

> --You know you're from San Jose When...

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for some reason, people often ask me what my dream job would be-

i always have a hard time answering, but answers do make themselves readily apparent:

rest assured my subwoofers are pegged @ 11
~
curious, life is- i don't know whether the current situation requires an open hand or a clenched fist.
perhaps it is telling that my digits are so easily able to flow between the two...
this song defines it
do you know where i travel to when i hear it?
95mph on the bay bridge, my right hand on my kitten's thigh, my left hand on the wheel, with one eye closed so i can see straight...
~
i can always feel her warmth flowing through me
it triggers an unconscious muscular twitch- that makes me squeeze her a little- as if to make sure she's still real...
~
when you look at me, know that's where i am-
holding back the fires of hell until i can no longer unclench my fist.
but no worries, my grip is strong and i very much enjoy ejecting champagne bottles out the sun roof :D

This should be interesting for everyone I know:

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/195711/sex-college

The safety catch, then, can be a woman's happiness or her doom. If my disillusioned friend complains about it, he had better realize that as long as he wants an educated woman, his chances of finding one who is also willing to be totally dominated by her husband, who can yield completely to him, are fairly slim.

This, then, is what the result is for a girl who has been brought up in a world where the only real value is self-betterment. She has had to create her own right and wrong, by trial and error and endless discussion. If this is what is meant by Susie's search for security, it is not security from a frightening world but from a world that has treated her too well.

(stolen from ioerror)

i've only followed the OLPC project from a distance, and had no idea that so much thought had been put in to the security model-

http://wiki.laptop.org/go/OLPC_Bitfrost

it's interesting- i see a lot of good ideas, but also a lot of marginal attack vectors due to the complexity of the whole system-
at times i don't think they even know what they're defending against- but it seems all good in theory (at a cursory glance) and safe is better than sorry-
so- i view it as an exercise in a ruthlessly-delivered engineering-driven security model, versus any sort of real-world-affecting solution-
if anyone thinks that a mesh of rogue underpowered systems with the shittiest connectivity on the planet is near the top of the Internet Continuity hotlist, they're sadly mistaken-

also- did i miss something?
i thought these were in the wild ~1month ago, and were already being used for viewing porn from remote African villages