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11/01/03 Take a look here and you'll see why I didn't post at all today. It's gorgeous out. I took the top off the Jeep yesterday, and it doesn't look like it will be going back on anytime soon. Took some pretty interesting pictures, too, which I may post tomorrow. A drug bust, a firepretty normal day. Not. permalink 10/31/03 Are too, are too! ISM will be using remote-controlled protesters in response. Chump change. Arafat's estimated worth is nearing a billion. He won't bite. What effing difference does that make now? Geez, fellas, work on something important, like, say, curing whatever FDR had. No, not "peace" protesters. The hardline Iranian mullah crowd. You know, the ones that wants us all converted to Islam or dead. Only as long as he assures the Brits that he's Jewish by birth only, not by practice or custom. Whoops, did I type that out loud?
Bwa. Ha. Ha. AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Sorry, I know this is serious, but really: Effing hilarious. You can't make this stuff up. Anyway. It's Friday, it's in the mid-70s here, and I'm outta here until later this evening. permalink I haven't written a catblog in ages. In fact, I haven't written long, personal blogs in quite some time; at least, not as often as I used to do. And I'm tired of ranting. So it's time for a Tig update. Cat-haters, you may be excused. When last we left our trepid adventurer, he had developed some kind of neurosis-slash-phobia about the upstairs of my townhouse, was licking himself compulsively, and throwing up hairballs hither and yon, yon and hither, and also on anything I mistakenly left on the floor, like, say, my sneakers. Or the television cable wire. Or any electric cord in the entire first floor. The source of Tig's phobia was a puzzle to me, but I fear that I have at last discovered the cause, and the blame is going to have to be laid squarely upon my shoulders. I hang my head in shame. 'Twas I. Well, no, actually, it was Tig's annoying behavior. Let me explain: He sleeps through the early evening hours until about the time I'm ready to go to bed. Then he wakes up and decides he wants to play, and when I go upstairs, he can't amuse himself down here, oh, no. He has to come upstairs and yowl for me to play with him, or find something noisy to paw so I'll get up and pay attention to him, or beat up Gracie so I'll pay attention to him. The yowling is the most annoying, and my way of dealing with it in the past has been to keep a couple of pairs of sneakers by the bed and toss them in Tig's general direction, which usually works. However, I forgot to keep sneakers nearby, and started tossing the spare pillow his way. One night some weeks ago, he simply would not stop yowling, so I got out of the bed with the pillow and sort of flung it, well, sort of on him. And he sort of, well, took great offense. Apparently. Anyway, I think that was the genesis of his Fear of Second Floor But Particularly the Right Side of My Bed. I am at an utter loss as to how it extended to Fear of Sleeping on the Closet Shelf and Fear of the Kitty Condo (which is downstairs, not up, and which he was sleeping on quite happily during the first half of his current phobia, but suddenly stopped sleeping on recently). And the reason I believe that the pillow is the Source of All Tig's Fears: last week, I began conducting experiments. I took the spare pillow out of the bed weeks ago to see if that would help Tig realize the bed wasn't going to attack him. It did seem to help. I put it back about a week ago. Tig went back to compulsively washing himself. I took it off the bed, he stopped washing himself and went back to sleeping in the bed. Two days ago, I put the pillow at the foot of the bed during the day, and Tig slept up in his old spot, where the pillow used to be. Two nights ago, he followed me upstairs, I put away a load of laundry, and took the pillow off the foot of the bed and put it in a basket. As soon as he saw me lift the pillow, he took a few steps away and began compulsively washing his tail. A-ha, I thought. I have found the culprit, and it isme. I was awash with guilt for all of thirty seconds, until I remembered that the reason I smacked Tig with the pillow is because he was yowling for me to get up and play with him at three in the morning, and wouldn't stop. He was also pawing noisily at a box. Go ahead, report me to PETA: I hit my cat with a pillow. So. The upshot of it is that Tig now sleeps exactly where he used to sleep, only not on the pillow, because he's still afraid of it. He is no longer washing himself excessively, so the hairball yakking has been significantly reduced. I figure another month or two and things will be back to normal. Then again, there's still the kitty condo thing. You'd think Gracie would see this as her chance to take over the top of it, but noshe has to sleep in a Gracie-sized Amazon.com book box. Oh, well. You never can tell with cats. permalink The Axis of Weevil Scary Story Blogburst As promised, here's my true scary story in time for Halloween. Go over to Terry's place to read some more. A whole lotta years ago, when I was in my late teens, my cousin gave me this great new book she'd read, Interview With the Vampire. I read it, because back then I was rather fascinated with vampires and werewolves and the like (what teenager isn't?), and was foolish enough when I was in my early teens as to demand my brothers walk me home from my best friend's housewhich was across the streeton the night of a full moon. But at the time of this story, I was a college girl. A freshman, I think. (Which would place me at all of 18 years old.) And I had recently finished reading Interview With the Vampire, and vampires were on my mind. So I was driving home one Sunday night, late. I was on a fairly main street, but still, Sunday night, 10-11 p.m., nobody around, you know the drill. I stopped for a light. There was a single car in front of me, a large sedan, a silver Oldsmobile or Cadillac. There was no other traffic around on my side of the light. The driver in the car in front of me opened his door, got out of his car, turned in my direction, lifted his arm and pointed at me. Whether it was a trick of the light or not, his skin was dead white, his hair was white, and he was extremely tall and thin. I was utterly convinced that he was a vampire, and my heart nearly burst out of my chest, I was so frightened. I immediately decided that if he took one step towards me, I was reversing, and didn't give a damn what was behind me. I was in Dad's Buick Skylark, back when they made it a V8 that could do 100 mph on the highway, easy. (I won't tell you how I know that.) The vampire got back into his car, and I quickly decided that if he went straight, I was turning at the light, and vice-versa. He turned, I went straight, and got home to Dad's probably faster than I had ever done before. I have no idea who this man was, or why he decided to get out of his car and point at me. I understand now that his pasty skin tone was probably due to the streetlights. But damn, for years after that, I swore I saw a real vampire. permalink 10/30/03 When we read about successful suicide bombings in Israel, they are nearly always prefaced with "after x weeks of relative quiet, a suicide bomber...." Here is what the "period of relative quiet" looks like:
The period of relative quiet is only quiet because of the Israel Defense Forces' and security services' hard work. permalink Rotters News Service: Know. Nothings. My latest Scrapbook piece in the current Weekly Standard (sorry, subscribers-only section online) describes how only Reuters, of all the news media, ignored Moonbat Mahathir's speech until after world opprobrium began raining down upon the soon-to-be-former Prime Minister of Malaysia's head. In that article, Moonbat's horrendous anti-Semitic slurs were called "jibes." Yes, really. So, let's take a look at their report on the latest anti-Semitic series to come out of the Arab world, "The Diaspora."
That's funny. The article slant is how this is pissing off America, but not Israel? Not American Jewish groups? Why, it's almost as if the article wants to make you think that Mahathir's "jibe," "the Jews rule the world by proxy," is true.
In the leadin the effing lead, Reuters blithely passes along the libels. I'd love to see the full description of the series. Even MEMRI isn't carrying it.
Why would we think that might happen? Because Muslims all across Europe are already attacking Jews? Pay close attention to the ReuterSpeak in bold. Reuters is telling us that these are not stereotypes. They're what Jews perceive to be stereotypes. Reuters is so infused with Jew-haters that it won't even admit that these stereotypes have been used for centuries to incite violence against Jews. They're being used right now, in the Arab and Muslim world, in this effing anti-Semitic series!
I'm shocked, shocked, that the Arab world is not complaining about another television series that depicts Jews as rapists, murderers, thieves, and the secret conspirators in control of the world. But notice a little thing in this article: By inserting this paragraph, the pretense of objectivity is continued.
Time out! Who let this one past the censors? Calling the official television station of Hizbollah a mouthpiece? Whoa.
Funny how they don't mention that the group also murdered hundreds of U.S. Marines in Lebanon, and was the group responsible for more American deaths until 9/11, when Al Qaeda took that dubious title away from them.
Sure. It's based on the Torah, but it doesn't target Judaism. It's based on "Jewish sources," but it doesn't target Judaism. Because, like, Jewish Zionists aren't Jews. They're Zionists. There's a difference you see. Not.
Say it with me, people: "It's the jooooooos!"
Again, let's look closely at the wording here. A Jewish group described the series as anti-Semitic. Subtle. You won't even notice that you're being manipulated into thinking, "Damn Jews. So sensitive. Always complaing that everything is anti-Semitic." And after the Jewish group complained to officials in Washington, Washington protested to the Arabs. In an article describing a television series accusing Jews of controlling the world, Reuters reaffirms that libel. Very subtlely.
Whoa! Whoa! Who let that statement in? Reuters is admitting that Hizbollah wants an end to Israel? Someone's going to lose his job tomorrow.
Interesting. The title of this article is that the U.S. objects to the showing of "Diaspora," but we've had only one small graf about the U.S. objections.
Oh, yeah, that's an actual historical character, all right. Not at all "what Jews view as stereotpyes used for centuries to incite violence against them."
Also historically accurate, as the Arab world is certain that Jews drink the blood of Gentiles (particularly when it's mixed into matzoh).
Historians like the ones from the Zayed Center? Or the ones seen regularly in the Arab News who make the Church's ruling on Galileo seem like rock-solid science?
Right. The old "we're not against Jews, we're against Zionism" routine. And yet, all over the Arab world, we do not hear chants of "Death to the Zionists!" Instead, we hear chants of "Death to the Jews! Death to Israel!"
Well, at least Reuters admits the Protocols are a forgery. We're making progress.
Whoops, there goes the progress. By the way, the title of this post is directly in response to Reuters' purported slogan: "Know. Now." Or maybe it should be "Know? Nah." It's a work in progress. permalink 10/29/03 Bigwig the bug eater (yes, really) Bigwig the terrorism analyst (he says it's Syria and Hizbollah behind the terrorism in Iraq) Bigwig the not-so-successful beekeeper (spit-monitor warning) Bigwig chooses celebrity roommates in hell (sorry, I'd substitute any cheap pr0n director for Jar Jar) Lynn has a new feature: "Horrors" of the Occupation. First up: Israel gives palestinians vacation pay early so they can have an easier holiday season. Oh, the horror! Also at Lynn's: A quote from a major palestinian daily that outright advocates the end of Israel. Partners in peace. Uh-huh. Lynn is also big-time pissed at this schmuck, who claims to be an impartial observer and is yet another pro-pal tool. Last, but not least, another reference to the Treaty of Hudaybiyya that is mentioned so frequently by Arafat, and most recently by Moonbat Mahathir. It's not the treaty everyone thinks it is: Mohammed settled for this treaty and waited until his force was stronger than the signers of the treatyand then he defeated them utterly. It's the Muslim version of the Trojan Horse. Even Aziz would have to admit to that. (No, probably not. The truth is not in him, especially when it comes to describing what I write here on my blog. Astounding he still reads it so closely, since he certainly doesn't comprehend it well at all.) permalink The Gender Genie: Sexism for everyone Glenn Reynolds pointed me to a neat new toy, the Gender Genie, in which you paste writing samples (preferably 500 words or more) and it tells you if the author is male or female. I ran a few of my essays and posts through the genie, and came up with the results below. I am absolutely mystified. According to the Gender Genie, I'm a guy. Discounting Iseema's Diary, which is so close as to be a draw (and is presumably written by a man, anyway), 70% of my work samples has been declared written by a male, even the posts in which I rate the dating potential of comic book men, or the one which is not only titled "Girls' Day Out," but which mentions Sorena and Heidi throughout. The program takes various words and assigns them masculine or feminine values. For the life of me, I cannot understand how "the" can be a gendered word, but the program insists that it is masculine. So is "is." But "has" is feminine, as is "am." Um. I wonder where they've decided to put "I"? Oh, wait. It's feminine.
This program was developed by Moshe Koppel of Bar-Ilan University in Israel (so we can blame it on the jooooos!) and is right about 80% of the time. But not, apparently, about me and my work. Either that, or the folks at Bookblog screwed up the program. Or perhaps there's something I haven't been telling you all these years. After all, James, how do you really know that that's my picture? Perhaps I've managed to bribe or frighten all of the bloggers I've met over the years into not revealing the awful truth. Or perhaps my style is so unique as to confound the computer. The article said that A. S. Byatt's novel Possession and Kazuo Ishiguro's The Remains of the Day were both misclassified by gender. So I guess I'm in pretty good company, then. Below is a chart with my results. The number in boldface is the gender the program determined my post or essay was written by.
It's an interesting world in which we live. And of course, I had to run this post through the Gender Genie.
Mortimer Zuckerman writes the cover story in this week's U.S. News and World Report: Graffiti on History's Walls. It's about world anti-Semitism. Via LGF. Read the whole article. It reinforces everything I've written about anti-Semitism over the last two years.
10/28/03 Lightness of spirit (or is that dark spirits?) Terry Oglesby, a.k.a. the Head Possum of the Axis of Weevil, is holding another scary storytelling contest for Halloween. As I am now a member of the Axis, I'll be participating. I shall put up my true scary story on Thursday night, for I have been summoned to go trick or treating with Sorena and Heidi (in which case I may have a second scary story to tell, depending on how cold, annoying, and/or boring it is). These here are the O-fficial rules, according to Terry:
By the way, if you've never been to Terry's blog, you're missing one of the funniest sites on the Internet. He's the only person I know who counts and categorizes roadkill during long car trips. And blogs about it. Speaking of funny guys, Lair Simon has joined some new group thing called Kings of Chaos. Here's the deal. If you click on this link, and then on the number they ask you to click on, you add a soldier to Lair's army. Then Lair tries to take over the world. I know it sounds silly, but Lair's my friend, and it won't do a thing to you, not even send you junk mail, and it will make him very happy if he gets a gigantic army and manages to take over the world. Okay, so it's only an online game, but hey, who doesn't play games? I'll tell you who doesn't play games: The terrorists. That's right. If you don't click on this link for Lair, the terrorists will have won. Mac Thomason isn't looking to create an army, but is in his usual fine form. You simply can't ignore the titles of his posts; they're half the joke. But the wryness is the true killer. This post is only two lines long, and it's guaranteed to ruin your monitor if you happen to be drinking while reading it. Mac is suggesting a Tolkien Blog Burst in honor of the release of The Return of the King on Trilogy Tuesday. I would like to, but I'm going to be in the theater watching nine hours of Tolkien. (Yeah, I'm a Tolkien geek.) Say. I just thought of something. If you get the large/large, they give you free refills. Think they'll let us have free refills for the entire three films? I mean, they oughta. I sure paid enough for the tix. I still have no idea who I'm taking with me yet. Well, it's not until December 16th. I have time. permalink In an unbelievable turn of events, James' Blog Chicks Pix getting linked by Glenn Reynolds has resulted inso far todaymore than 3,500 extra visitors. And there's another hour left in the day. I expect I'm getting the biggest bump out of the post due to the simple nature that I'm first on the list. Why, thank you, James. (I'm betting that James is going to be using this for years to come to get me to link his posts. Or buy him a drink when I head up to the DC area.) I'm rather shocked that so many people want to see what bloggers look like. Um, y'know, it's not like we're supermodels or anything like that. We're just regular folks who put our opinions out in public. Although, come to think of it, the reaction to the fact that James posted only women bloggers' photo links is reminiscent of the old BBS days, when as soon as the guys (who outnumbered you by tens to one) discovered you were female, you got dozens of emails, most of them asking you out on a date sight unseen. And the majority of web surfers is still male, at least in the blogosphere. Okay. Now I get it. James, if you want to test my theory, simply grab the URLs of a bunch of guy bloggers. And use a recent picture of Steven Green, 'cause he don't look nuffin' like the one on his front page anymore. Then again, I don't look exactly like I did in college, either. Well, whatever the case, it's extremely flattering. And more so coming at the end of a fairly rough few days. permalink Looks like my earlier prediction was right. Qurei is sticking around:
And it looks like evidence that Arafat is closer to death than his PR lets on. While we're in the PA, let's see how that close-knit little organization is doing:
So even the pals know that Arafat is robbing them blind, but the EU still refuses to do so much as a single audit. Here's a fascinating piece: The IAF has released reports of the raid on the terrorist camp outside Damascus.
And lastly, it's looking like the IDF will be kicking some Hezbullah ass fairly soon.
Now I'm starting to wonder if Syria and Lebanon, egged on by the terrorists, really are suicidal enough to raise the temperature along the border. One of the terrorists caught in yesterday's bombings in Iraq was snagged with a Syrian passport. He's going to sing like a canary. Or perhaps Iran, who controls Hizbullah, is looking to hit Israel now and do as much damage as possible before they go nuclear. I read somewhere recently (sorry, forgot where, no link) that one of Israel's top defensive men said they really can't do much at all if Iraq's nuclear weapons plants go online. These next few years are going to be among the most dangerous times we have ever lived. The myth of international law is going to be exposed for what it is: A hollow construct that works only when the strongest nations put force behind it. Well, it's also a good club to bash Israel with, always claiming she is in violation of international law (whether it's true or not, and it always seems to be the latter) while steadfastly ignoring other real violators, a large group of which happen to be Israel's foes. Not that I'm surprised by that. permalink Last year around my birthday, Tom Paine came to visit for a few days. While he was here, I got a lot of use out of my new digital camera. I posted a picture, which was taken far enough away to satisfy me that a stalker would simply walk right past me without recognizing me. (I'm not paranoid, they really are out to get me.) Well, unless I pose next to that gun again, wearing jeans and my black leather jacket. I'll have to remember not to do that while any stalkers are nearby. Here. Knock yourself out, folks, since every time someone links to James' Blog Chicks Pix post, I get a few hundred extra curiosity seekers. I'm guessing that a fair portion of my regular readers weren't reading this blog last year. You might want to scroll down to this Hulk post. I'd forgotten that I did a Hulk Edwards show. Heh. permalink 10/27/03 Nelson, you should be selling pieces like this to magazines, not publishing them for free on Blogspot.
Don't miss the concluding paragraphs, which, aw, hell, I'll reproduce here.
Keep this up, Nelson, and you're going to go on my marry-me list. (It's a compliment, not a proposal. Oh, and folks: I'm not really engaged to Bill Herbert. It's a joke.) permalink Citizen Smash is keeping us up to date on what's going on in his neck of the woods, but this morning, as I was reading his post from yesterday, I started getting extremely worried. I have family in San Diego. When I saw that Rancho Bernardo is burning, that houses in Escondido have caught fire, that Poway is also suffering from the flames, town by town my childhood memories tried to coordinate themselves with where my cousins are now. Is Ellen still in Poway? Isn't Marci in Escondido? Janet's way north of the fires; there aren't any in Temecula, are there? So I called Mom, and the family phone tree went out. So far, my cousins
are safe. Marci's packed and ready to evacuate at a moment's notice. Ellen
is keeping a watchful eye but it looks like her house is safe (so far).
But they told us something I hadn't picked up from the newspapers: The
San Diego Time to pray for a dearth of wind and a surplus of rain for southern California. permalink Remember the Oxford University professor who turned down an Israeli PhD candidate last summer?
I predicted that he'd get a slap on the wrist. Here's Oxford's statement on the matter, via Judith Weiss:
They also issued a statement on Willkie's suspension, which looks like a resignation but isn't really. Pembroke College is a part of Oxford. Oh, those wacky Brits and their appearances of courtesy. Any way you look at it, he's been suspended without pay for two months, and will be forced to sit through what we used to call sensitivity training. Will it change his opinons? Doubtful. But he's been punished for discriminating against an Israeli student. A message has been sent that Oxford will not tolerate discrimination, and that's a good thing. permalink El Al in Canada: Terrorist threat? An El Al plane was targeted by Al Qaeda terrorists in Canada.
Or was it? Bruce R. from Flit says the reporter got his facts wrong. Read that post, and this one, for an excellent analysis of the threat SAMs and RPGs pose to commercial airplanes. The story is too confusing to be sure about right now. And I can't access the CBC page that Flit points to to read the facts for myself. I'll be following up on this if I can. permalink 10/26/03 Funniest. Frank J. Post. Ever. And I say that, of course, because of the Some links, and an email update Kesher Talk is back after some technical difficulties (having to do with the DOS attack on Hosting Matters). And let us all say: Amen. I have not mentioned Ilyka in a while, but damn, she's been working overtime to puncture some awfully stupid theories. Oh. My. God. Charles links to an article from IMRA on what four Arab visitors to a Holocaust museum wrote in the guestbook. Daniel Pipes is not exaggerating when he says that Arab and Muslim anti-Semitism is endemic. Lair Simon sent me a gift in the mail: A couple of books off my wishlist. Thanks, Lair. So far, the cat has not thrown up on them, which, frankly, is a huge accomplishment these days. (I am so not letting him outside anymore. Go out, eat grass, come inside, throw up grass, has become entirely too much his routine.) It's gift week. I got a wireless keyboard and mouse from the parents of one my students today. I'd like to say it's in recognition of my teaching skills, but it's really because I helped him set up his website. UPI finally corrected this story on the Liberty incident, but it took them well over a day to do so. And by changing the last sentence only, the thrust of the article remains: They present almost no opposing viewpoint, only the results of a clearly biased committee. Hat tip to Billie A., and to Buck Macklin, who had it on his weblog first. Charles Austin wrote some TMQ haiku that got overlooked in the Hosting Matters DOS attack. Here ya go, Charles. Ask, and ye shall receive. Speaking of email, I can finally send email properly now. Net Access's fix screwed up something in my email settings, and since I could finally get through to tech support today, they are now fixed. But I definitly lost emails. If I haven't answered your letter and you think it needed an answer, send me another one. But remember that I can't/don't answer every email I receive. Sometimes my non-answer is the answer. (Sometimes, I just forgot to answer. Or got lazy.) permalink The Jerusalem Post has an article about a power struggle within Fatah, Arafat's hand-made faction in the PA.
Check it out. The old murderer couldn't keep order in his own organization. I do believe the writing is on the wall, and every time he enters a room, a chorus of "Dead man walking!" breaks out.
The sharks are circling. They smell blood.
They know Arafat is dying.
Meet the young guard, same as the old guard? That remains to be seen, but I don't believe we're going to see a change in tactics anytime soon.
Here's my prediction: He'll stay. If Arafat is really as sick as reports are making him out to be, Qurei will be positioned quite nicely if he's Prime Minister when Arafat croaks. Unless, of course, he doesn't really want to have anything at all to do with politics. (Okay, you can stop laughing now.) Just remember, he's Arafat's hand-picked choice. Not a reformer. Not a peacemaker. Just another terrorist, unless otherwise noted. permalink Last week's blogs are archived. Looking for the Buffy Blogburst Index? Here's Israel vs. the world. Here's the Blogathon. The Superhero Dating Ratings are here. If you're looking for something funny, try the Hulk's solution to the Middle East conflict, or Yasser Arafat Secret Phone Transcripts. Iseema bin Laden's diary and The Fudd Doctrine are also good bets if you've never been here before.
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