I brought Sam the Dog home almost 10 years ago. He looked like this:
Most of the time since then he looked something like this:
And this June he managed to fool everyone and look like this for a few seconds:
Mid-July he went off his food a bit. By the end of July he simply wasn't eating anything but smidgens of scraps of chicken and steak, and was losing weight. In the second week in August I had him in for an ultrasound which was inconclusive, and then a CAT scan which spelled out "Lymphoma". My vet pushed the plunger for me on 8/16.
I sure didn't expect to have to deal with all that again so soon. I know every dog is the best dog ever, but Sam was the best dog ever.
Once again, as with Joe the Cat, thanks to everyone who's helped me with Sam over the years.
From the trailers and posters I figured it wasn't a movie for me. I was probably going to just wait for the BluRay.
But then my buddy asked me to take him to his early AM colonoscopy appointment, and afterwards he bought me breakfast and took us to the new Star Wars movie.
The experiences were similar.
After a few weeks of contemplation, and having only seen Cloverfield, the first Trek abomination, and TFA, I type the following:
To me, JJ Abrams is the knock-knock joke of moviemaking. His stuff is watchable because I'm vaguely interested in seeing how it works out, but the dread outweighs the anticipation, and the dread is always rewarded.
You gotta figure that for at least the first 500 years, whenever Elrond heard remnants of the Dunedain refer to Amon Sul as "Weathertop", it was the equivalent of me hearing "I'll meet you at the Amonizzle Shizzle".
Today was Joe the Cat's sign off. He had a great run (14 years) but in the end the combo of diabetes and kidney and spleen issues was too much. He had another bad day and night yesterday so I made the call and took him in this afternoon.
Thanks to everyone who's fed him, scritched him, had their blood sucked by him, cooed over him, nearly been suffocated by him, had their lap warmed by him, rescued rubber bands from him, snatched dice away from him, or sneezed out dander from him over the 13 years he administered Fort Sam the Dog for me. He will be missed.
"(2003) Hmm. This dwelling may serve my needs for approximately 13 years after all..."
It's not that I'm afraid of ISIS, Mister President, I just don't like to see Orcs ascendant. Especially Orcs that are coming here and killing Americans, and encouraging other people to join the Orc tribe by way of ISISing by proxy.
And it is entirely your fault and responsibility that Orcs are multiplying in the Misty Mountains.
I used to know this guy who had a manic wannabe Hunter S. Thompson youth that I caught the trailing edge of. He survived himself and got normal, and I got lots of good-yet-sometimes-terrifying stories to tell. One of them I was retelling many years ago involved him staggering up the basement steps of the house he was living in to scare his more straightlaced housemates into tottering off to the liquor store for more fuel for the raunchy drug-fest he was hosting downstairs. At first they refused but he cowed them into obedience by pulling out a razor blade and proceeding to carve "FUCK YOU" into his own chest in front of them.
I saw the scars - he'd gotten through the "FUC" if I remember correctly.
Anyway, I was telling that one to a more jaded group a while later and one guy laughs and offers, completely reasonably, that he'd've wanted the whole phrase, and proper punctuation to boot. After all, a threat's not a threat if you don't feel threatened, and self-harm can really only hurt the self.
<@LAMMJohnson> I suspect Star Trek Into Darkness will be good but not great.
<@LAMMJohnson> My reasoning for this is thus
<@LAMMJohnson> Perfect score because all of its words have a length that is a power of 2.
<@LAMMJohnson> Minus one point because total letters is not a power of two.
<@LAMMJohnson> Not even including spaces.
<@LAMMJohnson> However, the letters in all of the words plus the number of words is 24.
<@LAMMJohnson> Overall score for the movie: 8.5
<~chown> LAMMJohnson - Vice Executive of the Autism Department
<@LAMMJohnson> The score, correctly, is a power of two marred with an ugly fraction.
<@LAMMJohnson> Although the fraction is 1/2
<@LAMMJohnson> Actually, the overall fraction is 17/20 which I pretty much hate.
<@LAMMJohnson> Which means I will initially think the movie is OK but then later change my mind and hate it.
<~chown> LAMMJohnson - Honourable Chairman of the Autism Empire
Card Instructions: Red: Remove all U.S. Influence from Syria and Place Enough Soviet Influence in Syria for Control.
If you haven't played Twilight Struggle and are interested in the Cold War, go get a copy now. I'll wait...
Now, I'm as big a "Team America: World Police" booster as there is. Nationalistic pride and cool boomstick stockpiling aside, I really do think that the world is a much more dangerous place without Pax Americana.
But... Syria? I find myself hard-pressed to care if Putin is sending a few An-124s full of vodka-soaked soldiers, technicians, and batteries of SAMs to prop up Assad the Chinless for another decade. The rest of the region? Well, I wanted to believe that the clarion call for liberty and democracy beat strong and hot in the breasts of the groaning masses of the Middle East - hell, I did believe it - but the data are in, and the data clearly show I was wrong: that beat is not strong (nor is their spine the bassline). At best it beats in few enough of them that they're better off taking those breasts somewhere not in the Middle East and letting the place rot.
Besides, what the hell are good breasts going to do in the Middle East? Sooner or later some jihadi is going to come along and just cover them up or saw them off anyway.
Short-sighted of me? Maybe. But we tried it my way for a while - why not try something different in that region for the next while?
"I'm interested in keeping other people from building Utopia, because the more you believe you can create heaven on earth, the more likely you are to set up guillotines in the public square to hasten the process. "-- James Lileks