Come on and Get Your Overdose

A machinima in this sense is a fan-made video. This is apparently a very popular way to fanmix WoW. This particular one is very, very odd. I watched it at work and so have no idea what the sound is like. You have been warned.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_Jn0zI4_ms&feature=player_embedded

I think that awarding President Obama the Nobel Peace Prize for things that he wants to do but hasn't accomplished yet is blatantly irresponsible and unfair, not just to other people who could have earned the prize, but to Obama as well. If he doesn't live up to expectations, it's no longer just his fellow Americans who will reject him. He will be crucified on the world stage. Why not award it to Ang Sung Suu Kyi? Or posthumously to Benazir Bhutto? The Nobel commission has done something careless here.

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Added:
It appalls me that people are defending this award because "Obama changed the world's perception of America." Umm...he is who he is. They shouldn't award the prize for existing. Besides, he didn't make himself President. Voters did that.

Intention without result has no value.

So what would YOU put on a T shirt?

http://www.cafepress.com/squiggly

I've been borrowing Jay's car for the past couple of days while he carpools with a coworker who lives in our complex. I had to get my brakes done: front & rear brakes & rotors, and rear calipers. And yet, it's the cheapest brake job I've ever had done. I question the honesty of north Jersey mechanics.

So, I've been reading www.crazyauntpurl.com lately, and beyond making me want to learn to knit, it's made me want to figure out how I became such an angry person. I carry it around with me and it gets in the way sometimes. And of course it's not just one event, it's lots of them, and bad timing, and people hurting my feelings and breaking my trust. But one thing among them is standing out at the moment, so I thought I might get it out.

( Marc H. )

BUT! I'm taking Heather to the Faire tomorrow! So you know that means pictures. AND I caught up on paying down my student loan this morning.



This song always makes me nostalgic for the nomad days:

We spotted the ocean at the head of the trail
Where are we going, so far away
And somebody told me that this is the place
Where everything's better, everything's safe
Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone
And half and hour later we packed up our things
We said we'd send letters and all those little things
And they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same
It seemed they'd already forgotten we'd came

Now we're back at the homestead
Where the air makes you choke
And people don't know you
And trust is a joke
We don't even have pictures
Just memories to hold
That grow sweeter each season
As we slowly grow old

"Walk On the Ocean"--Toad the Wet Sprocket