A new era of change!
stu jones!
I post great things I find on the internet, and type some thoughts. Once I wrote well, and I think I can again, if I write more often.
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Attention advertisers:
No matter what you’re selling, commercials that contain the sound of an alarm clock are off-putting. I realize that it gets attention, but I think it’s a negative association; avoid at all costs!
Dream Theme
Why is it that in so many dreams I have that someone in them will completely turn into someone else right in the middle of the dream?
For example, I’ll be duck hunting with, say, Ted Kennedy, and then the next time I turn around, he has morphed into my grandmother. No big deal, nothing is said, and I get the impression my grandmother in the dream would be upset if I asked her why only moments ago she was Ted Kennedy. Usually it’s more like I get the vague feeling that this person has been my grandmother all along, and that I was only mistaking her for someone else.
I use the example of Ted Kennedy and my grandmother, but it has happened in so many other dreams with so many other people.
It’s also true of locations. The setting for a certain dream will be the house in which I grew up, and then I walk outside and it’s Florida, and THEN I look back at the house I just came out of and it’s a little straw bungalow. Hey, I don’t remember that!
(NOTE: Normally after a few paragraphs like that I’d feel compelled to distance myself in some way from the insanity (by writing, “better quit with the cheese pizza before bed,” even though I usually don’t eat right before bedtime), but I won’t this time. Everything I wrote up there is the honest truth and I will give no explanation for it.)
Dear Geico, there was a time when your commercials were clever and original. Yet now you’ve gone from “different and unexpected” to “rehashing ad nauseum.”
Can’t we just say goodbye to the Caveman?
Also, while on the subject of “played out,” everyone please stop using the expression chillax. It had a nice six-month run; now it’s time to put this one to bed forever.
…is probably over and done with. One day it just stopped scrobbling to the page, and no uninstall/reinstall of the software could fix it.
So there you go, last.fm. I hope you develop a fix for this. I kind of liked your product.
My websites
Before I begin, I need to preface this post with the statement that:
- I am by no means a web designer.
- I know little about html, and even less about css. And let’s not even discuss flash or MySQL, please.
- I don’t even host my own material.
But! That’s not going to stop me from creating and setting up websites! Here are some that I have done, or the ones I currently maintain:
East Side Baptist Church (my current project)
Warning: extreme stupidity lies through this link.
The site claims that any *whole county* who switched from voting for Kerry in ‘04 to voting for McCain in ‘08 is making said choice based on bigotry. According to the author, “Race is the only reason that makes sense for a Democrat to switch sides this election cycle.”
Sure, if you’re looking at it from an extremely narrow perspective.
Of course, I can’t say for sure, but I would wager that this small article was almost certainly written by a white person who voted for Obama and enjoyed telling as many people who would listen about it. “Hey! Now the pressure’s off, right? There’s no way I could be a racist — after all, I voted for Obama!”
Seems like these days just about anything falls in the category of “possible discrimination.” Why are we so eager to label someone a racist? Because it means that we look “un-racist” by comparison? How awful is that?
“[Beberg] said Iraqis view dogs and cats as nuisances and carriers of disease, and U.S. soldiers have rescued many of them from abuse.”
This is a terrific example of how being completely self-concerned and refusing to consider the larger picture can hurt!
If we allow one girl to bring a stray dog home from Iraq simply on the basis of the too-sweet picture plastered all over msn.com, where goes the authority of the Department of Defense? Where goes concern for the health of our men and women in the combat zone?
This sounds like a slippery slope we should avoid. Hate to say it, but the army is exactly right here.
When I was growing up, I always thought if I dug down deep enough, I’d end up in China. But! Thanks to this map tool, I discovered that now if I had been somehow able to dig completely through earth with my six-year-old hands, I’d have come out in the ocean, off the west coast of Australia! Not nearly as fun.
Only children in Argentina and Chile have any hope of digging straight down to China. Stupid lucky kids.
I love Smokey and the Bandit I and II (and well, ok…III, sort of), but have you read the plot for the second movie on wikipedia? It reads like it was written by a precocious 8-year-old:
“When Cledus opens the crate containing the elephant, Charlotte races out, nearly trampling Frog. The Bandit saves the day by doing a backflip onto the elephant’s back and riding the elephant out of the quarantine shed. Noticing a nail was stuck in her foot, the Bandit removes it from there and the elephant takes a shine to Bandit.”
Amazing!