and here’s some musical entertainment from Cathedral:
Looks like I got another scammy email, this time from Captain Kirk,Captain Anita Kirk to be more specific….
From: Capt.Anita Kirk
Sent: Monday, September 19, 2011 11:57 PM
Subject: Re: Confirm Receipt
I know you will be surprise to read my email I got your contact from your Email domain, apart from being surprise you may be skeptical to reply back to me because based on what is going on in the internet world one has to be very careful because a lot of scammer are out there to scam innocent citizen and this has made it very difficult for people to believe anything that comes through the internet but this is a different case.
lf you willing to show me your honest and trust i think i will be able to work with you. Am an American and you should be rest assure that i cannot be invovled in scam.
My name is Capt. Anita Kirk , a member of the U.S. ARMY USARPAC MedicalTeam, which was deployed to Iraq at the beginning of the war in Iraq. Although the war has ended but i was among of those that were as to stay behind because of my profession.
I would like to share some highly personal classified information about my personal experience and role which I played in the pursuit of my career serving under the U.S 1st Armored which was at the fore-front of the war in Iraq.
Though, I would like to hold back certain information for security reasons for now until you have found the time to visit the BBC website stated below to enable you have an insight into what I intend sharing with you, believing that it would be of your desired interest one-way or the other.
Also, could you get back to me having visited the above website to enable us discuss in a more clarifying manner to the best of your understanding. I must say that I’m very uncomfortable sending this message to you without knowing truly if you would misconstrue the importance and decides to go public. In this regards, I will not hold back to say that the essence of this message is strictly for mutual benefit between you and I and nothing more.
I will be vivid and coherent in my next message in this regards, meanwhile, could you send me an email confirming that you have visited the site and that you have understood my intentions? I will like you to get back to me with with the following information,
1. Full Name
I do not need your telephone number because i cannot call you, we can only communicate through email.
I will await your thoughts via my email.
Capt. Anita Kirk
Oh, yeah and this is what I found when I googled the link in the email:
Stash of money found in Baghdad
Foreign currency worth nearly $200m has been found in a Baghdad neighbourhood, the US military say.
Troops found $100m and 90m euros in 31 containers, US Central Command said.
The money has been flown out of the country to a “secure location” for counting purposes and will eventually be returned to Iraq to help rebuild the country, the US said.
Last week, US troops found more than $650m in the same area of Baghdad.
Suffice to say you shouldn’t send ’em any money….
Here’s some musical entertainment by Entombed
I’m not a fan of nu-metal for the most part, but here, yeah, they got it right….
I’m just a pretty boy, whatever you call it
You wouldn’t know a real man if you saw it
It keeps going on day after day, son
You fake, if we don’t want none
I’m sick and tired of people treating me this way every day
Who gives a fuck right now, I’ve got something to say
To all the people that think that I’m strange
That I should be out of here locked up in a cage
You don’t know what the hell is up now anyway
You got this pretty boy feeling like I’m enslaved
To a world that never appreciated shit
Y’all can suck my dick and fucking like it
You see all those movies where high school is portrayed as the greatest time in life. I grew up in a rustbelt area of New York. Got outta the sh*thole as soon as I could. All the women are morbidly obese and all the guys are a bunch of meathead douchebags who watch sports and drink lite beer. I hate sports, especially football–if you think that makes me gay, you can suck my dick….
I remember in high school there was this jerk, “Jason P.” who gave me shit on a daily basis. I’m mixed race so it was comments like “mutt” and “little faggot.” Every goddamned motherfu*kin’ day I heard that shit. Maybe he was insecure about his weight, after all he looked like Jabba the Hutt’s body double. Maybe I should be nice but I still hate his guts. I hope he has diabetes and dies of a heart attack. One day was not to be like the rest. It was just before Chemistry class. He starts in, “there’s the little faggot.” I had some congestion in my nose. I put a finger over one nostril and blew.
“That loads for you, bitch.” A green loogy landed across his pants leg.
“I’m gonna get you…” he retorted.
“What are ya gonna do? Sit on me, butterball?”
Obviously he didn’t sit on me as I am still alive writing this.
Another time on the crappy long yellow bus. (And yup, there have been many insults over the years saying I was supposed to be on the short yellow bus.) “Billy Schmidt” stood over his seat and said, “Hey mutt, you’re one ugly little faggot.”
“Who are you calling a faggot, you fu*k your brother “Carl” up the ass every night.” I fired back. “Shitty Schmidty” was another dickhead who had it in for me. He was definitely bigger than me, not so much taller, just built like a refrigerator. I didn’t see this one coming though.
He throws a punch. Doesn’t connect. He committed himself to it, he’s off balance. He’s wide open. I don’t think–I react. My hands are around his neck, I squeeze. I don’t have a plan. I’ve never strangled someone before. His face starts turning color. His face is beet red. I can’t describe what I’m feeling. Here I am peering of into the precipice of darkness as an unknown terror grips the depths of my soul–I know, I know, that just sounds like some bad Edgar Allen Poe. But I am terrified. If I let go, he is seriously gonna beat my ass, if I don’t something awful is gonna happen. I hold my grip for a few more seconds that seem like ages. I let him go. I sit back in my seat. I wait extra long for him to exit the bus first. Someone tells me I am supposed to report what happened to the Dean of Students. I ignore the advice and walk to class.
A few days later, another science class someone says to me, “Don’t sit near me, I don’t want to be near you. I heard what you did to “Billy.”
The insults are at the all time low for about two weeks….
A few years later I was visiting my mother. I was there cause I wanted to see my dog, otherwise that is an area of the world I have no use for. My cousin “Tim,” whom I did not want to see makes a surprise visit. He’s Mr. Military, Mr. Career Man-Gun for Hire for the Oil Companies but he’s a “Patriot” cause he has a flag on his truck. Picked on me since I was 4 years old. Funny how he’s got that uneducated hick/redneck accent now that he’s been in the Army for a few years. Guess he heard I was back in town and wanted to show off his new rifle and shiny F-150 paid for with government blood money.
I didn’t want to see his ugly face or listen to his stupid war stories. He goes on and on about how great he is. The only thing keeping me from losing my temper is petting my dog. As it is mid summer, he is shedding. I grab some of my dog’s fur and interrupt “Tim’s ” lame story. “My dog is so generous, he’s donating his fur since your going bald.”
“Uh, no, I don’t need that.” He gruffly states and continues with his stupid tales.
“Well atleast when you go totally bald, you’ll have a regulation military haircut.” I fire off.
“What rank are you now, a seargant?”
“No, a major.”
“You sure are a major, a major asshole.” (Stole that one from Spaceballs.)
“So, have you killed anyone?”
His face goes as red as Rudolph the Reindeer’s nose.
“Uh, no but I’ve seen guys get lit up. I ordered my guys to light up a guy loading a mortar.”
My mom interrupts at this point. “That’s not nice. He’s fighting for your freedom.”
“He’s not fighting for my freedom, he’s fighting for the Oil companies.”
“Really, what’s gotten into you?”
“Tim’s” been telling me that I’m a faggot and a sissy since I was four years old. I’m sick of this sh*t.”
Finally, my mom and “Tim” walk outside leaving me and my dog in peace….
Lately I’ve been reading things across the blogshpere. Maybe I’ve been trying to find some pieces of myself and understand my place in this crappy world. I’ve been getting angry. Apparently, according to Feminists and other “marginalized TM” people like gays, they can talk about masculinity and their theories all they want. If I post, I am accused of “mansplainin'” and told that all Het Cis Males are the same. Well f*ck them, my life experience is surely different than Brad Pitt’s. They are bigots and just try to hide it by using fancy words that don’t even have the same meaning when looked up in a dictionary. So, I’ve never really felt like a “man.” Sure, I’ve f*cked women. Sure, I’ve done shrooms in the desert. And despite what accusations might get leveled against me, I am not living in my mom’s basement.
I guess, in retrospect, what I am getting at is that if I have to pick a moment when I became a man–it was when I strangled another human being. I came closer to killing someone with my bare hands than my gruff, macho cousin. And it f*ckin’ sucked…
This is some of the most emotional guitar playing I’ve ever heard….
“Stoner With a Boner
September 21, 2011 at 12:14 am
I wrote this brief article in reference to Jill and Amanda’s quotes:
I couldn’t help but putt a shoutout to Dimebag Darrell as he had an awesome beard.
I do also think there is some kind of assault on masculinity in a dislike of beards. I can understand how some women don’t like the feel of them, but yeah, the pressure to conform to her standards? I also think that’s why Dimebag had such an image as a rebel-he wasn’t following the corporate business casual dresscode or playing by the rules to get laid by mainstream women. (And I’m sure he got plenty 😉 )
To analyze things further:
As far as Jill’s Dealbreakers. Well I can understand how someone might desire certain sex acts. I also think it is wrong for someone to aggressively push their needs onto someone else who is reluctant. It would be up to the couple to discuss and negotiate their boundaries. If they could never reach an agreement, that is one thing if one of them moved on. However, calling someone a misogynist seems like a manipulative bullying move. It seems to say I want this and you owe it to me. Would a women who didn’t give bl*w jobs be considered a misandrist? I don’ think so and since many Feminists claim that word doesn’t even exist….
Back to the beard thing. Sure, a man can opt to shave it off. But some men, perhaps Sikhs use it as part of their identity. Also some men may hide facial imperfections such as a double chin with this. (And if this seems deceptive-let me remind everyone that women can hide large ears with longer hair if they so choose-I won’t even bring up makeup.) Now I am getting into politically incorrect territory here and I might say something that might be offensive to some men as well as women. If a man had a “No Fat Chicks” bumpersticker, I think even non-feminist mainstream women might call him a misogynist if not a jerk. However, isn’t being overweight a lifestyle choice. Granted, it’s not the same choice as what to wear in the morning but it is lifestyle choices of exercise and diet compounded over months and years. Understood that there are people out there with metabolism problems that can’t lose the weight but the point still holds for the majority. Isn’t the man with the bumpersticker merely voicing a preference, even if rudely?
I understand others might not come to the same conclusion, but this brand of Feminism doesn’t seem to be about justice and equality from my point of view. It seems to be about entitlement and saying I want this so I should have it. There seems to be an element of bullying–hence the hate on Nice Guys and nerds.”
and this reaction to the above….
And here’s some musical entertainment by QOTSA
Back in the day when I had a Mac G4, I got a copy of Unreal Tournament.
This was my introduction into the beautiful, bloody world of First Person Shooters.
Some people say video games are a waste of time, some even say that First Person Shooters will reduce your empathy for others and work as training ground for spree killers. Some people might say the world is flat. Fuck ’em, I like video games. Who are they to tell me what I can or can’t play? There’s still something called the First Amendment, right?
This article cites a study that fast paced games such as First Person Shooters may help enhance visual search skills:
“After 30 days, Unreal Tournament players demonstrated a 15-20% improvement in their ability to ignore visual distractions, while the Tetris players showed zero improvement. Therefore, visual search skills can be enhanced by playing video games, if the games are fast-paced and visually challenging.”
This article relates the effects of dopamine, learning and new experiences and speculates how videogames may positively affect thinking and how one explores the world:
“What kind of cognitive skills should we expect to find in the Pokémon generation? Not surprisingly, Gee has got a list. “They’re going to think well about systems; they’re going to be good at exploring; they’re going to be good at reconceptualizing their goals based on their experience; they’re not going to judge people’s intelligence just by how fast and efficient they are; and they’re going to think nonlaterally. In our current world with its complex systems that are quite dangerous, those are damn good ways to think.”
This article contradicts common knowledge and states that video games may help you professionally:
“A prime example of gaming that tangibly improves professional technique comes from James Rosser, director of the Advanced Medical Technology Institute at Beth Israel Medical Center in New York City. He found that laparoscopic surgeons who played games for more than three hours a week made 37 percent fewer errors than their nongaming peers, thanks to improved hand-eye coordination and depth perception. The Harvard Business School Press published a new book in November 2006 by John Beck, who has looked at three distinct groups of white-collar professionals: hard-core gamers, occasional gamers, and nongamers. The findings contradict nearly all the preconceived ideas about the impact of games. The gaming population turned out to be consistently more social, more confident, and more comfortable solving problems creatively. They also showed no evidence of reduced attention spans compared with nongamers. “It wasn’t surprising that gamers were more competitive, or more strategic, but the social and leadership skills that they exhibit don’t fit the stereotype of a loner in the basement,” Beck says.”
What are you still doing reading, you need to go exercise your brain….
Update, I just saw this article.
“Online gamers have achieved a feat beyond the realm of Second Life or Dungeons and Dragons: they have deciphered the structure of an enzyme of an AIDS-like virus that had thwarted scientists for a decade.”
“Developed in 2008 by the University of Washington, it is a fun-for-purpose video game in which gamers, divided into competing groups, compete to unfold chains of amino acids — the building blocks of proteins — using a set of online tools.
To the astonishment of the scientists, the gamers produced an accurate model of the enzyme in just three weeks.”