"Carbon dioxide... we call it life," TV ads say.
My thanks to
mistressmousey for pointing me towards this one. Timed to coincide with the May 24th release of An Inconvenient Truth, a series of television ads hailing the proliferation of CO2 as a good thing.
Speaking here in my official capacity as Head Priestess of the Immaculate Order of the Falling Sky, as well as an avowed parahuman, I can only ask why you people are allowing these idiots to make the rest of you look even worse than you already do? Isn't there some point in this civilization where selfish, malevolent stupidity becomes punishable by death? I mean, before the big rock has to fall from the sky? The big rock, you see, is not unlike global warming and hurricanes and droughts. It doesn't distinguish between those who know better and those who don't. Yet, while the big rock is inevitable, given a long enough timescale...well, you should be able to figure out the rest.
Meanwhile, I found this somewhat amusing (misspelling and all):
My thanks to
mistressmousey for pointing me towards this one. Timed to coincide with the May 24th release of An Inconvenient Truth, a series of television ads hailing the proliferation of CO2 as a good thing.Speaking here in my official capacity as Head Priestess of the Immaculate Order of the Falling Sky, as well as an avowed parahuman, I can only ask why you people are allowing these idiots to make the rest of you look even worse than you already do? Isn't there some point in this civilization where selfish, malevolent stupidity becomes punishable by death? I mean, before the big rock has to fall from the sky? The big rock, you see, is not unlike global warming and hurricanes and droughts. It doesn't distinguish between those who know better and those who don't. Yet, while the big rock is inevitable, given a long enough timescale...well, you should be able to figure out the rest.
Meanwhile, I found this somewhat amusing (misspelling and all):
| Your Stress Level is: 81% |
Wow! Not only are you extremely prone to stress, you're a total ball of stress these days. And while times are certainly tough right now, being stressed out is not making it easier. Your stress is effecting your relationships, career, and most importantly, you health. |
- Current Location:Oberon (again)
- Current Mood:
hardly encouraged - Current Music:Radiohead, "Paranoid Android"
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http://www.boingboing.net/2006/04/12/ice_chunk_that_fell_.html
I want to change planets. Somebody help me pack.
BETTER!!!
I want to change planets. Somebody help me pack.
Me too. I have begun to despair that no matter how large the hammer, there are skulls simply too thick to crack. Seriously, I'm just about in a hammer-wielding frenzy-type rage at this point.
in reading today's entries, i was first subject to a mind-numbing tremor of horror and fear ("Your Body, their rules") followed by crushing defeat and rage (this entry).
eesh.
"Isn't there some point in this civilization where selfish, malevolent stupidity becomes punishable by death?"
you'd hope. :)
Darwin's Law/Spencer's Law used to take care of that sort of thing naturally. Unfortunately, we now live in a society that attempts to protect us from ourselves as much as possible, which allows the mordantly stupid to breed out of control.
Just another reason I'm looking at real estate in the Orkneys. I'll still be in a country I'm not so sure of, but atleast I'll be isolated from most of its inhabitants.
Besides, the ability to live in the sea will probably come in real handy soon.
Yep. I knew these gills I've been growing were worth the pain!
*holds head to prevent from being crushed by asininity differential*
Though, if it means I get to melt concrete and cause earthquakes, sign me up.
Shortly after reading that article though, I did receive this quote in an email from a good friend, and it cheered me up some.
Centuries ago, sailors on long voyages used to leave a pair of pigs on every deserted island. Or they'd leave a pair of goats. Either way, on any future visit, the island would be a source of meat. These islands, they were pristine. These were home to breeds of birds with no natural predators. Breeds of birds that lived nowhere else on earth. The plants there, without enemies they evolved without thorns or poisons. Without predators and enemies, these islands, they were paradise. The sailors, the next time they visited these islands, the only things still there would be herds of goats or pigs. .... Does this remind you of anything? Maybe the ol' Adam and Eve story? .... You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?
—Chuck Palahniuk (b. 1961), American freelance journalist, satirist and novelist.