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7/2/05 Look, folks, it's the Fourth of July weekend. If you're lucky, I'll put up something maybe later. But I'm thinking of, like, enjoying the weekend. You should, too. I posted over at The Jewish View. I may post again later. But y'know, it's a holiday weekend. Hot. Tired. Lazy. Oh, and fireworks. I stopped to buy some on the way home from NJ earlier this week. All sparkly stuff, nothing that explodes. I'll be sharing them with Sarah and Larry and the kids today, and with Heidi and G. and the kids tomorrow. Because I am The Cool Aunt, the one who brings things like fireworks and Hulk Hands and lightsabersoh, shoot, gotta go find a couple of lightsabers for Jake's birthday present. So you see, I'll be much too busy having fun to post. And I know you're not going to be inside reading blogs all day. And if you are, well, uhcan't help you there. permalink | | 7/1/05 Okay, work slowed down today to the point where I had nothing to do. So I started surfing the net. And this was after I moved back into the main office (I've been at a desk in the shipping area, which is right next to the main office, but not part of my department, except for the fact that my department (and the entire company) goes through that particular room many times a day, because that's where the fridge, microwave, and soda and snack machines are). So I made the mistake of going to The Terriorist, a site which I have mentioned more than once. Well, Harrison has many of his best posts on the sidebar under the title "Crunchy Bits." I've read a few of them, so I clicked on one that I hadn't read. And then another. And then another. I think I cracked a rib from trying so hard not to laugh out loud. I mean, I was laughing, but trying to do it quietly, when my body wanted desperately to shriek with laughter and roll on the floor. I highly recommend this method for reading Harrison's posts. Read the post. Then read the links referring to other posts. Repeat. Do not be drinking or eating while reading any of the Crunchy Bits or the posts linked therein. Damn, that dog can write. I wonder if AHM is heading out to the same place I'm going for the Fourth? I'd love to finally meet her. And Harrison, of course. I promise not to bring Tig, so no Dandylion flashbacks. Not that Tig cares for fireworks, anyway. Most cats don't like loud, sudden bangs. Go figure. permalink | | The UN response to attacks on Israel's sovereignty: Bad Israel! Bad! Israelis die; the UN slaps Israel: Get a load of this statement from the UN.
So, gee, Hezbullah attacks, and Israel's supposed to just lie back and enjoy it?
Gee, they noticed. By the way, that Hezbollah "fighter"? He was a terrorist, on his way to perform an act of terror.
But never fear, the UN is on the job, doing what it does best: monitoring the situation. But notice what was dropped from the statement.
UNIFIL at least got the story right and blamed Hezbullah for the attack. They also pointed out that Hezbullah terrorists crossed the border. Somehow, the fact that the terrorists crossed the border slipped out of the UN statement of concern above. Funny, that. Below is from the daily briefing:
Still, notice that the Hezbullah terrorists going into Israeli territory are "infiltrating" the border, but Israel is "violating" Lebanese airspace. And the UN Security Council couldn't bring itself to point out that fact. And of course, the press release ends in its usual moral-equivalent fashion:
So apparently the answer to whether or not Israel should respond to those who attack and murder her people is: No. Cross-posted to The Jewish View. permalink | | 6/30/05 Work Thing 1: So I'm coming to the end of my current temp job, which is at Large Financial Company in Richmond (I feel perfectly safe in calling it that; Richmond has an enormous number of Large Financial Companies for such a mid-sized city) ((You didn't actually think I'd tell you where I work, did you? People have been fired by being stupid enough to mention their employers on their blogs and not counting on the viciousness of the anonymous, cowardly enemy)) ((Help! I'm caught in a parenthetical statement and can't break free!))) Where was I? Oh, right. So I work at LFC (not its real name) ((duh)),
and there's a puzzle in the women's rest room that I have been unable
to solve. There are three sinks. Three. You have to figure, at some point,
all the sinks are going to come into use. Only two of them have soap dispensers.
And they're the plastic jar dispensers, not the ones on the wall. There's
really no reason only to have two, except perhaps Work Thing 2: Speaking of my job, one of the things I got to experience is the dubious pleasure of cafeteria dining. LFC uses the same food service that Lucent used to use (except I think they merged with another food service company; the name is vaguely what it used to be but there are other letters in it now). It's nice to know that some things don't change. The food tastes almost exactly the same as it did five years ago. Which is either very comforting, or very frightening, depending on what day it is and what food you chose. (Yesterday's fried chicken was actually pretty good, and the corn patties almost edible.) Cat Thing: Gracie has a new thing that she does. My alarm goes off at 7 a.m. She comes into bed at 6 and yowls for me to pet her. It wakes me up. When I wake up enough to realize what's happening, I shove her off the bed and she goes away until the alarm goes off. Sorry, but my sleep is a little more important than her bellyrubs. Icky Thing: Apparently, there is a silverfish nest/egg collection/whateverthehellitis thing down in my kitchen drain. Every morning, I find little tiny silverfish, smaller than gnats, crawling around in my sink. Every evening, I come home from work to find little tiny silverfish crawling around in my sink, after I've already killed their brethren. If I leave dishes in the sink, and there is water in them, some of them are drowned. I poured bleach down the sink several times, to no avail. Sarah suggested the grand old baking soda/vinegar combination, so I did that tonight. We shall see what happens tomorrow. I hesitate to pour poison down the sink. I have cats, y'know. But if this doesn't work, well, what kills silverfish nests/eggs/whatevers? Stupid thing: Okay, so day after day, I take a shower in the morning. Day after day, I do the various post-shower things. Day after day, I apply deodorant where applicable, and hand lotion where applicable. And day after day, I say to myself, "Goddammit! When am I going to remember to take the deodorant cap off before putting on the hand lotion?" You would think that one of these days, I'd be able to reverse the routine. Yeah, you would think that. I swear. I almost always forget. Stupid deodorant manufacturers and their stupid plastic caps that don't come off if you have lotion on your hands. permalink | | Where is the international condemnation? Hizbullah violated the borders and killed an Israeli soldier yesterday. I don't expect to see Kofi Annan get his knickers in a twist, though. For kicks and giggles, read the Ynet piece, then go read the AP piece. And notice the author of the AP article. Quite a difference in tone, details, and facts. What a surprise. Not. Jew vs. Jew: The Ynet version. The JPost. Ha'aretz. The AP. And Gaza has been declared a closed military zone. Compare and contrast. There was a great feature in the JPost about the last time Jews evacuated Jews, but I can't find it.If someone has the link, I'd appreciate it if you put it in the comments. Got another one: The IDF has arrested another of the animals responsible for that horrific lynching that gave us the pictures of the murderer, hands red with blood, displaying those hands to a cheering crowd. What cease-fire? Let's see. More mortars, one wounded. A 40-kg bomb (that's 88 pounds of explosives) was found near the Egyptian border in Gaza, and destroyed. Oh, that cease-fire. The one that isn't. permalink | | Obscure comment that only a few people will understand, but that is richly deserved: See, even G-d is pissed off about that post. And about that phony. He broke your database. permalink | | 6/29/05 Tig and Gracie got tunafish in Edloe's honor tonight. They both loved it. permalink | | Because they're such a peaceful people... This is too much: The Organization of Islamic Conference wants a Muslim seat on the UN Security Council.
Strategy Page tracks about sixteen wars in the world today. Guess how many involve Muslim states?
Sure. Give 'em a seat on the council. They've earned it, right? Shyeah. Cross-posted to The Jewish View. permalink | | The Simons are mourning their Grumpus. We will be, too. Just a day or two ago, she was bitching out Nardo. My sympathies, Lair and Gina. It wasn't very hard to get Tig in an Edloe pose. This was from just before eight this morning. Goodbye, Edloe. We'll miss you. permalink | | 6/28/05 Baby Assad's looking for some misdirection: It works for magicians, but Baby Assad's troops firing on Israelis isn't going to make W. forget that Syria is actively encouraging the murder of Americans and Iraqis.
What truce? Let's see. Kassam rockets and mortars, check. Teenagers with weapons, check. Lame b.s. pronouncements from palestinian leaders, check. Terrorists planting a bomb near a Jewish town, check. I repeat: What truce? All you need is love: The ISM and the anti-Israel groups keep insisting that the pals are peace-loving people who only want their own land, and to get along with Israelis. Which is why one of the founders of the palestinian Party of Love is getting death threats. And being shot at.
So what does the average pal say about this?
Sure. They want peace. Uh-huh. permalink | | 6/27/05 The gathering storm: Terrorists are gathering their armies. Analysts are warning about "a third intifada." Howsabout we call it what it is: A war for the destruction of Israel.
No, the world has forced Israel to keep to a one-side cease-fire, ignoring the murdered Jews and screaming in anger when terrorists are arrested by the IDF.
You mean like these tunnels?
The terrorists are also moving into Gaza:
So, the left hand tells the IDF about one terror tunnel, and the right hand holds the weapons that the terrorists will use once they're all gathered together in Gaza. Let's try to stop pretending that the pals want peace. The only peace they want is the peace of the deadpreferably, Jews. The forgotten refugees: Too bad the mainstream media finds articles like this of no importance.
Here's the sentence that sickens the most:
And yet, no one calls Jordan a racist state. What time is it, kids? That's right, Israeli Double Standard Time. I have to get ready for a funeral. And I'm on the road tomorrow. Don't expect much from me. But there's always The Jewish View, where I hope my co-bloggers can pick up a little slack for me. permalink | | 6/26/05 I am not that old. But I have buried more than my share of my peers, going all the way back to a classmate who was killed in a car crash in eighth grade. I lost my favorite cousin, my childhood sweetheart, and an ex-boyfriend while I was in my thirties. Three years ago, I lost an old college friend. Tomorrow, we bury my sister-in-law's brother. It never gets any easier. How do you comfort a mother who is burying her child? What do you say to the siblings, knowing full well that you'd be utterly inconsolable if your brother was the one lying in that coffin? Even worse, what words are there for the children, who make their way through the day, but behind whose eyes you can see the anguish sinking in: Daddy's not coming home any more. Not ever. So you offer your sympathy, and you offer your help, and you watch them try not to collapse, and you try to remain strong yourself. At least this time, there's no grandmotherwho has outlived both her children and a grandchildto console. But still, you watch your sister-in-law's motherwhom you've loved since the moment you met herand try not to let your own heart crack with her grief. You see the stunned look in your sister-in-law's eyes, the realization that her only brother is gone sinking in, and words become practically useless. And you chat with the kids, keeping it as light as possible, knowing that they're going through the worst hell a child can go through, and wishing you could wave a magic wand and watch their father suddenly come into the room and say, "Phew, I feel all better now, let's go home." But you can't, so you just keep talking and hope you don't sound too stupid. There's a tone I hear in my brother's voice only once in a very long while. It's generally only when some great tragedy has struck. It's shock, I suppose. I heard it this morning on the phone. It was gone by the time we got to the funeral home. We manage, we Yourishes. Everybody does, more or less. But it's a little harder this time, for a lot of reasons I won't go into. One I didn't realize until a few days ago: Wednesday was the fifth anniversary of my father's death. It took me until five p.m. to get myself in the car and out of the house yesterday. Even then, I tried to think of a way I could postpone the trip until this morning. We learned about the death last Saturday. I guess it took all week for it to really work its way in and mix itself up with the anniversary of my fatherwho died while I was in Richmond for a job interview. I honestly don't remember anything about the trip back five years ago. I know I went to the job interview. I know I didn't get the job. And then I went back home and helped my brothers take care of Dad's estate. We never had a funeral for Dad. He didn't want one. He wanted to be cremated and have his ashes spread on Bradley Beach. So we cremated him as he asked, then got together with the immediate family later that summer, climbed out on the jetty at his favorite part of the beach, and spread the ashes in the ocean. Death sucks. And let me tell you, I am getting mighty tired of seeing mothers mourn their children. I have lost five of my peers in the last ten years. Death sucks. 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 is also a good bet if you've never been here before.
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