Had to say something...

What's happened in New Orleans is truly terrible, and will only become more terrible as the details become clearer. Amidst the blamefest that has only just begin are the battlecries of "We shall rebuild!". This, of course, is the natural reaction for us to have.

Now step back and look at the situation for a second. You have a city--a wonderful, vibrant, fun city--that is only dry day-to-day because of man-made levees that are not large enough to be effective if a bad storm comes along. It's situated between a lake and ocean that are higher than it, and borders the Mississippi river which has never willingly stayed within it's banks. All of this makes me offer the question: Why are we rebuilding it on the same spot?!?

I know it has history. I really do. But the trend suggests that we should expect more storms like this, and that the water level will keep rising. When do we stop the "we can't let nature win" bull and start being smart?

At long last...

So I'm sitting here trying to work, hours away from the acquisition of a friend's truck. This will mark the first time in 3+ years that I have:

• Owned a car
• Driven a car

Suffice it to say I'm excited. The ever-present caveat is that I have to take it in for inspection tomorrow morning.

Time warp...

I'm not sticking by my "post more often" resolution, I'm afraid. As consolation, a list of music I've been listening to recently. I highly recommend Prodigy if you like that type of music at all.

• The Prodigy - Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned
• Muse - Absolution
• Static-X - Beneath...Between...Beyond
• The Strokes - Is This It, Room On Fire
• Interpol - Turn On The Bright Lights

A Picture Share!

Interim

So until I can get a redesign going, I'm using this template. It's cool, just not mine. Enjoy.

Work Shitters

As it happens, I walk to work. When the summer reaches a certain temperature (usually not this early), I start wearing shorts and a t-shirt and change when I get to work. Today was that day. So I walk into the men's room and stop short. There is a shit factory in here, and everyone showed up for work. I went and put my lunch in the fridge and came back. I changed (as the shitting continued) and got the hell out of there. Now, as I sit at my desk, I can't get the reek out of my nostrils. Cripes, is it in my clothes?

I, being a somewhat private person, generally use the toilet (#2) at home. If I have to go at work, I don't like it much. This makes me less than happy about "work shitters", or people who plan to do it at work. There are various kinds, all equally disturbing.

One of them is the "shit scheduler". These are the people you see walking towards the men's room with a newspaper or magazine. Every day. At the same time. I suppose I don't mind them so much, because at least they go regularly.

There is no more devious person than a "shit miser". These guys seem to have been saving up for weeks or months. Years perhaps. And all the while, eating the worst possible diet for the inevitable event. They are to blame for the times you walk into a men's room and are picked up bodily and smacked about the face by a smell so foul you think the building may need to come down. There are more details, but I'll leave it at that.

There are several other types, but I won't go into them now. Perhaps only a handful of work shitters are responsible for these war crimes. I hope that in some small way, I've made a difference.

Yeah...

This is gonna take some work....

Blogger Re-Launch

So, Blogger has decided to add a bunch of new features. Now I feel like I need a redesign! This is really a test post for the comments function.