Archive for March, 2006

Here’s Some Proof….

Here’s some proof that stupid is what stupid does.

Apparently, in Kansas, a bill was presented to allow a human animal hybrid to be cloned. Animal parts, human brain.

The link is here.

You know, sooner or later it’s going to happen and all of these laws that we’re enacting now, the ones designed to protect the ignorant from … who knows what … will read a lot like laws from the 1800′s where some legislature made it illegal for a mule to copulate over a fence in the center of a semi-residential area. Okay, I don’t know if that’s a real law. But the point is valid. There are laws like that on the books. Still.

I’m not for cloning, but I can’t say that I am against it either.

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Click. Click. Spin… Bang!

We’ve become a sophisticated people.

I was watching the trailer for a new movie, Brick, coming out in the very near future. I want to see this movie.

It deals with Crime Noir. As anyone who’s followed what I’ve been reading of late knows, I am really digging crime noir.

It’s got a life, in lit, that is so surrealistic you can’t believe what is being written about, and at the same time, you are drawn into the plot and story so fully you want to believe that there really are women and men out there like what is being written about.

I’d imagine it is how the world felt before Hollywood, television, and people trying to turn smut into art.

Nudity is smut.

Nudity is art.

Nudity in movies is never necessary and is always smut.

I like smut.

I try not to watch it.

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Delightfully So

Sometimes life seems like playing Russian Roulette with a semi-automatic handgun. You know when you pull the trigger you are going to die, but for the brief moment before you pull the trigger the notion that maybe this squeeze won’t be the one that done me in crosses your mind. And, lightly at first, and then more strongly, you squeeze the three pound trigger and listen as the hammer pushes the air before hitting the back-end of the firing pin, which in turn will hit the back end of the round, the mechanism irrevocably on its course, before the rapport of the bullet leaving the barrel and flash of fire and smoke reminds you that Russian Roulette can only be played with a revolver, and safely played not at all.

Yeah, that’s the right kind of imagery.

Morbid.

Delightfully so.

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Marco’s World: Odds-n-Ends-n-Thoughts

I’ve decided to take a few minutes out of my day and just sit here contemplating things.

Things: what are they?

Who really knows.

I mean, I was reading an article on Evangeline Lilly, the main hottie on Lost ABC’s sleeper hit last year and the only thought I had was that she is on a sinking ship. Sure, she’s hot and, yes, the show may make a turnaround and find a pace that keeps with audience expectations, but truth told, when you can go in excess of a standard 22 episodes and still only get approximately 30 days into a plane wreck and the basis of reason still doesn’t exist, well… J.J. Abrams turns into a George Lucas in my mind. He’s got great ideas and, unlike Lucas, he may be able to execute the first stage of some of those ideas, but in the end, he should executive produce his little machinations and not try to helm them as closely as he has.

That’s my opinion there.

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Pop-Tarts and Sideshow Art

Sometimes you come across something that you just HAVE to share with the world. First, go here to read the article and see a small version of the picture. It?s about Britney Spears. Not literally. She has nothing to do with the statue that was made, other than giving up what the artist called a lucrative music career to be a mother. Ask me, I don’t think she’s given it up, I think she’s on hiatus until she realizes her husband is only in it for the money.

Anyway, once you have your fill there go here and you can see three larger versions of the statue. Amazing what a has-been can inspire simply by getting pregnant and having a kid. Personally, I wonder if during all of this the artist didn’t think thrice, or more, about the nature of his presentation. Especially when you have incidents like Britney driving away from a scene with her baby in her lap while she’s driving an SUV with passengers. I mean, come on pop-tart, you had a passenger you could’ve passed the kid off to.

Regardless, I find it funny. Pop-tart spears is moving from pop star to side show attraction.

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A Smoking Gun

Well, it?s finally happened. We, the people of the United States, have been handed a smoking gun. Not something that will be enough to cause the American People to stand up and demand that President Bush pull our forces out of Iraq. The man is determined to see our involvement there; but hopefully, it is enough to get the people aware of the real reasons we went to Iraq.

I found this article on Yahoo?s News site. Pretty good site. I like others a lot better. With that said, you can find the article here.

It is always just a matter of time before the information would start rolling in where President Bush was hell bent on invading Iraq. This is something a lot of people have suspected for a long time. Especially when it comes to his vaguely tying terrorist threats to Iraq and Osama Bin Laden to Saddam Hussein. Yeah, no connection. There never will be one. But President Bush takes every opportunity he has to try and prove it to the world.

The only thing he is proving, right now, is that he doesn?t know how to back away from a mistake he?s made. We need to leave Iraq. We need to allow the Iraqi people to stand or fall on their own. We need to stop wasting American lives in a country that is a legacy vendetta from his father.

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Baby Sheep

I saw the sheep today. It is rather cute. Much larger than my parents and others told me it would be, and cute. I told mom she needed to name it Clyde. She said that she’d promised Craig, my nephew her grandson, that he could name the beast. Now we’ll probably get a really great name like spot or fuzzy. The sheep needs a real name.

With that said, if pics are provided to me, I will post them on the site for others to see.

However, since I don’t have any pics, at present, I will attempt to describe it. Mom said it was white with freckles around its face. However, white isn’t exactly the correct description. It is an off white with some brown in the coat. There are freckles, of sorts, around the face, but they are a darker version of what is on the baby lambs back.

It was certainly cute. Stood right up for me. Let me pet it. Bah’d like baby lamps are supposed to, and then laid back down as I closed the contraption it was put in and shut the liftgate of the jeep.

Now you know what I do. As I said, when, and if, pics become available, I will post them. And when a name is known, and if I think about it, I will post that as well.

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Backpacking as a way of Torture

I spent three days, two and a half really, backpacking with my Wilderness Writing class. We went down to the San Rafael Swell and hiked Devil’s Canyon. All in all I believe we did between 14 and 20 miles. By Friday afternoon, the sniffles and slight illness I’d been feeling went full bore (someday I am going to have to look up the etymology of “full bore”).

Okay, I stopped for a moment and checked out the Oxford-English Dictionary online, through BYU’s access, and discovered that full-bore, originating as a word around 1635, was used to describe the width or diameter of a pipe and began use, meaning all out or completely, in the United States around 1977. Now you know.

Anyway, the sickness set in, I wasn’t in a mode where I could really eat and really had very little (which makes me wonder how I survived at all) and then there were issues with the whole water thing.

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