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One man’s trash…

There’s something very Norman Rockwellian about yard sales. I’ve always enjoyed going to them and browsing through the accumulated flotsam and jetsam of a strangers life. Of course, I always feel a little guilty where there’s absolutely nothing the person has that I actually want. It’s like I feel I’ve wasted their time and hopes looking over everything and judged them wanting in some regard. “Nope, sorry, there’s nothing here I want. Why don’t you have nicer things? What? Oh, you got nicer things, and that’s why you’re getting rid of all this lot. Well, call me the next time you have a yard sale, then.”

Quote of the Day

In repsonse to someone who said “Make up your mind: you either support America or you support Saddam.”

“You either support the U.S. Constitution or you support Bush. Make up your
–Dan Kimmel

This just in…

I don’t do quizzes often, but…

I amHastur!

The Unspeakable One is the master of those who seek to unveil the mysteries of death. It is through meditation upon the Yellow Sign that the devotee of Hastur seeks transcendence to the city-realm of dim Carcosa. Through a complex series of visualizations that expand the aspirants void-consciousness, the final age will arise. Ruled by the ominous King in Yellow, a new stage of reality will come to fruition. Of the Olde Ones, Hastur is considered to be one of the most difficult to work with, his teachings being reserved exclusively for the Cthonian Adepts and Lords.

Which Great Old One are you?

For the record…

When I do something for someone, it’s because I want to. Not because I expect anything in return, for myself or anyone else, other than the satisfaction of helping where I can.

For the record.

Photoshop propaganda

I think I’ll be picking up a copy of this book when it’s published. Thanks to filkerdave for pointing out the article to me!

Starting a Meme

A lot of people, myself included, linked to the I wish for peace meme. Many others have commented that while it’s a noble wish, it doesn’t actually accomplish anything.

I don’t necessarily agree. I have always said that one person has the ability to make a difference in the world, within the reach of his arm and the sound of his voice. While the small things we each do to make the world a better place may not be a ripple to the larger world events, the incremental effect of ALL of us doing small things to improve the quality of life of those around us does.

In this country, we have a chance to make substansive change every time we hold an election. There’s a lot that goes into mobilizing people for that campaign, starting with the primaries, and culiminating with the national election where we can attempt to peacefully change the disasterous direction we are headed by putting new leadership into office.

But in terms of a call to action, let’s just disseminate this:

National Take Back Our Country Day: November 2, 2004

Pass it on.

And lo, there were shelves for the books to rest upon

One of the problems with a small apartment occupied by two bibliophiles is the matter of where to actually PUT all the books. There really just aren’t that many good places to put bookcases, if one is to have any other furniture in the place.

When I was visiting djbp and bardling last month, I got to admiring the wall mounted track shelving they had up for bookstorage in one of the upstairs rooms. It occurred to me that this could be the answer to our problem. Since it was wall mounted, I could simply have shelves cut to whatever length I wanted on that part of the wall, and since they didn’t have to reach all the way to the floor, they could be placed above other furniture.

Last night, I dropped by home depot and picked up some supplies. Rails, brackets, and a 1×8 cut into five 27.5″ pieces, which was the precise distance from the wall to the edge of the window in our computer room. This is the room where the guest bed is deployed when we have visitors, so we wanted to arrange the room in such a manner as to not require extensive shifting about to put the bed in place.

Things didn’t go as smoothly as I’d have liked. I discovered rather quickly that the studs in the wall were made of metal, and as a result I made another trip to Home Depot to get some drywall-anchor screws so that the shelves could be mounted between the studs instead. Then I found that the particular drywall used here was so soft that if you weren’t careful, when the anchor finally was fully caught it would start to burrow through the wall. There are, as a result, a few more holes in the wall than I had originally intended. But they are all in places where the shelves are, so they’re not really noticeable. I’ll get some plaster later and fix them up.

Anyway, I finally got it all up, and populated with books, and it looks rather nice in the end, so the frustration was ultimately worth it.

Winds of War

It’s not surprising that people in the filk community respond to the upcoming war with songs, either of their own or simply by posting the lyrics of others.

As with many others, I wish for peace

by Bob Dylan

Oh my name it is nothin’
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I’s taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.

Oh the Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I’s made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don’t count the dead
When God’s on your side.

When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.

I’ve learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It’s them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we’re forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God’s on your side.

In a many dark hour
I’ve been thinkin’ about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can’t think for you
You’ll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I’m leavin’
I’m weary as Hell
The confusion I’m feelin’
Ain’t no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God’s on our side
He’ll stop the next war.

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