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| Then again, if I continue my practice of avoiding all products and companies with offensive, drug use prompted, or moronic (or all of the above) commercials, I will soon have a very simple and healthy lifestyle. So there is an upside to my periodically staring at the television with a look of mixed horror and disbelief. This weeks winner loser is Burger King. Oh, yeah, those ads really make me want to eat there. Who doesn't want to go to a fast food restaurant with moronic and/or insanely aggressive customers? What were they thinking? This is actually worse than the addictive air freshener ads thanks to the violent streak this burger apparently causes, and I really didn't think there would be ads that implied worse product affects than those. And yet, Burger King found a way. Go Burger King. Or, better yet, never go to Burger King. In other news, I love my 70 year old apartment building, but even half foot thick walls aren't enough when the next door neighbors decide to throw a loud party. *sigh* Good thing I'm not planning on going to bed any time soon. -_- | |
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| Did I fall into the Twilight Zone when I wasn't looking? So far this week, I've had a bizarre shower wall malfunction, wildfires near the city I live in, and now the out of doors is a snowglobe. I'm beginning to think I should just spend the rest of the week in bed. That would save me from more oddness, right? Right?
No? Darn.
I went for a walk in the snowglobe, which was very pretty, and very, very damp. Giant, fluffy, wet snow is...wet. Ah, well, it was still worth it. A bit cold, but absolutely gorgeous. And the walk was also a good excuse to hit up the yummy taco place near here.
Still, I'd like spring. And my shower wall fixed. And no more wildfires. Is that too much to ask? (Okay, okay, the last one probably is, but surely I can get the other two, right?) | |
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| How did I not know this was happening today? O_o Okay, so Ordway isn't very close, nor Carbondale, but Fort Carson is quite close. As in, just south of town close. As in, what do you mean the smoke plume was visible from downtown Colorado Springs? I didn't notice it. How did I not notice it? My apartment faces south. Okay, the other half of my apartment building blocks my view, but still... smoke plume. And it isn't as though I spent the whole day inside. Did my exploding shower throw me off that much? And this does not bode at all well for fire season. If we're burning down in April, what is summer going to be like. Great. So much for seeing much of my parents this year. Good gad, though. All three of these wildfires sound bad. The entire town of Ordway evacuated? Okay, it's not a big town, but still - yikes. Two dead. Town evacuated. 7,100 acres burning. Not good. The Carbondale fire is a lot smaller, but it doesn't sound like they're having a lot of luck getting it out. And there are a lot of little communities and such in the area, so that's not good either. And the Fort Carson fire is unpleasantly close to home. One person dead and the news is really unclear about whether they're making progress with it. Great. At times like this, and only at times like this, I miss Iowa. Iowa does not burn down every few years. It just has the occasional tornado. Then again, it doesn't have mountains and isn't Colorado. *sigh* | |
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| It's not until August, but I'm already beginning to think I'm out of my mind for going. I mean, it's Worldcon! The sci-fi convention! And I'm going by myself. And I'm going because I want to meet my favorite (living) sci-fi author. Never mind that if I do meet her, I'll probably say something brilliant like "Blurbleglupflurbian."
But, at the same time...it's Worldcon! The sci-fi convention! Lois McMaster Bujold is guest of honor! They're holding it in my state! So the tickets and the hotel (and getting there by public transportation on acount of not wanting to mess with a car in downtown Denver) cost an arm and a leg, so what? It'll be awesomely amazingly cool!
When I stop hiding under my bed at the thought of going to Worldcon by myself. Never mind wandering around downtown Denver by myself.
Yeah, I'm winning the of two minds award over this. Bouncing between "Eeek!" and "Woohoo!" for the next fourish months probably isn't entirely healthy. Ah well. Wooooorrrrrrlllldcooooon!!!!! | |
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| I was bored (and suffering from temporary stupidity, apparently) so I watched the movie I Spy. Now, I've never seen the 60s television show the movie was (loosely) based on (I don't like Bill Cosby because of his attitude toward children...long story.), but my parents watched it, so I know a little about it. And what I know about the television show is what irked me about the movie. You see, the television show was more enlightened, racially speaking, than the movie - at least in premise. In the show, Cosby's character was the experienced spy - his cover was as trainer to Culp's less experience spy, who was posing as a tennis star. In the movie, Eddie Murphy is a boxer, and not any kind of spy, who is supposed to provide cover to Owen Willson's spy. Gee, great, from experienced spy to boxer, that's really a step forward. Not. Now, the movie was also boringly predictible, but it was the changes in the characters that left a bad taste in my mouth. -_- | |
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| It’s sad that in the twenty-first century, in the supposedly civilized world, I’m blogging against torture. Sad because this shouldn’t be necessary. We should have gotten it through our collective skulls that it doesn’t work, and even if it did, it would be wrong because it presumes facts not in evidence and because, well, damn it, it’s wrong. And yet, here I am. Or rather, here we are, since this affects everyone. It doesn’t work. That is to say, information obtained under torture is highly suspect. This should practically be common sense. If someone was mock-drowning you, or stripping you naked and implying that they were going to rape you, or keeping you awake for days on end, or causing you physical pain, or otherwise torturing you, wouldn’t you say just about anything to get them to stop? Maybe not right away, but eventually. Be honest. You would. I would. Anyone would. Mind you, I said “anything,” I didn’t say “the truth.” People have confessed to strange and bizarre (and quite untrue) things under torture or even highly threatening police interrogations because they thought it was what their tormenters wanted to hear. They thought it would end the situation. Look at history, at the witch hunts, at the confessions of the Templars, look at the various people who’ve been exonerated after confessing to crimes. It doesn’t work. But pretend for a moment that does. Would it be okay to use it then? No, because it presumes facts not in evidence. Torture (supposing it worked) only makes sense if you have the right people in your torture chamber. And there is no way to know that for sure. None. You might think you have the right people, but you could be quite wrong. Even if you sort of have the right person, say a terrorist you just caught in a terrorist meeting room filled with bomb making materials and all that good evidence stuff, that terrorist still might not have the information you want. And that’s assuming you didn’t accidentally capture the pizza delivery guy by mistake. That famous scenario that proponents of torture throw around? The one with the terrorist who knows the location of the bomb that threatens your family? It’s a fantasy. It’s the fantasy that the entire torture debate rests on. This is why people want to use torture – they believe this scenario is possible. And, of course, they believe torturing this theoretical terrorist who you somehow know is exactly the person to tell you where the bomb is or how to defuse it or whatever is going to result in their honest confession. The problem is, torture doesn’t work, and you never actually know for certain that you have the right person and they have the information you want. You would have to have telepathy to know that, and if you did, why the hell would you bother with torture when you could just take the information from their mind while you were at it? So the famous scenario goes poof. Then, of course, there’s still the moral issue. This is something of a personal thing, as morals always are, but I say that torture is just plain wrong. We are supposed to be the good guys, yes? (Yes, of course, the real world is not black and white, good and evil, whatever our current administration may think, but we do, nonetheless consider ourselves the good guys.) Why would we then commit an act that most people consider evil? Even if torture worked and we had the right people, wouldn’t we have lost in winning? Honestly, what is torture if not individually aimed terrorism? Aren’t we becoming the very thing we’re supposedly waging a war on? Of course, here in reality where torture doesn’t work and we can’t know for certain that they people we’re torturing are even terrorists, torture reaches an even greater level of immorality. It becomes the infliction of harm on people for no certain end and possibly the infliction of harm on those who are innocent of any wrongdoing. How can that not be wrong? We cannot abandon our morals for vengeance and we cannot abandon our morals if doing so could result in us harming innocent people. Torture is forbidden by the Geneva Convention for a reason, folks. Let’s try abiding by that, shall we? | |
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| So, I vanished for a bit because I had a stomach bug, which led to temporary mental problems, as stomach bugs always do. (I have Crohn's Disease...any hint of digestive distress and I completely freak out. "Oh god! It's come back! Aaaaaaah!" *runs in circles*) I'm now done running in circles and have a ton of friends entries to catch up on. I'm sure coherency will follow. | |
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| This has cropped up on a few people's journals and it could be interesting. So, what the heck, I'll jump on the memewagon. Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything [within reason] : latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal if you are so inclined. | |
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| And not because it would save me $15 dollars every month (which would also be nice). There are aspects of both games that I really, really like, and aspects that I dislike, but a game with the best of both would be the most awesome MMO ever. Well, in my opinion, anyway. | |
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| My parents have been trying to visit for over a month now, only to be thwarted every time. Work issues, snow, inconvenient illnesses, and now their Jeep's radiator blew up. -_- Damn it. I look forward to seeing them all week only to have Friday bring some disaster that prevents them from visiting. And, of course, because I think I have plans for the weekend, I don't make any with friends. It's not that a weekend at home with books, the internet, and my cat is terrible, mind, but it's getting old. What gods do I need to appease? Do I have to make an offering to the travel fairies? What?
And, no, I can't go visit them. My car needs work before it can make it over the mountains to the other side of the state. Actually, it needs work, period. *sigh*
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