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“They’re Hard to Believe”

September 30, 2005 at 2:31pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

A federal judge has ordered the release of 70 photos and 3 video tapes depicting abuses at Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq. The photographs are said to include “blatantly sadistic” scenes of “rape and murder.” Seventeen photographs and one video tape will not be released. Why not? Hopefully not because those items depict actions that are that much worse.

America has lost its humility. Perhaps a healthy dose of deserved embarassment will do us some good, both nationally and globally. The American people need to see what can happen when a government gets drunk on power—and then tries to cover up its abuses. Indeed, had the government been open and honest from the start, and had higher-ups—rather than just individual patsies—rightly been held responsible, this current situation probably would have been avoided.

The government is accountable to its citizens. Let’s do our job.

Mistakes Were Made

September 28, 2005 at 7:33pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

You have no idea how positively giddy I am that a federal bureaucrat has actually come out and admitted that his agency screwed up to the tune of at least $250 billion. NASA chief Michael Griffin has declared both the shuttle program and the International Space Station to be mistakes. I’m not happy about the lives, money, and time lost pursuing those efforts, nor am I especially pleased that NASA now insists on blowing taxpayer bucks on pleasure cruises to the moon and Mars. But for the head of a federal agency to come right out and say that his agency has been going the wrong direction for over three decades takes cojones and some degree of integrity. Not to mention the fact that it makes Griffin a major outlier among Bush’s responsibility-free administration.

Light The Night for Murod

September 27, 2005 at 2:30pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

I don’t think I have ever panhandled on Lincolnite, and I don’t plan to make it a habit. But I do support a few causes. One such cause showed up in my inbox this morning:

It is hard to believe, but tomorrow it will be five years since my brother, Murod, passed away from Leukemia at the age of 21. As most of you know, every year many of our family and friends participate in the annual Leukemia and Lymphoma Society Light the Night Walk, raising money for Leukemia and Lymphoma research. This year’s walk is this Friday, September 30.

Murod was my best friend back on South 44th Street until his family moved to St. Louis shortly before we entered kindergarten. We used to love to play Atari games, battle it out with our Star Wars figures, and dive through the open windows of his mother’s car while playing Dukes of Hazzard. I saw Murod once each year in the few years before he died, when he and his brothers came to their annual Husker football game.

In a curious coincidence I once underwent medical testing on the suspicion that I had leukemia, not too long before Murod was diagnosed. Fortunately in my case the doctors concluded that I just have naturally unusual levels of an unusually large number of components in my body. Somebody’s got to be at the far end of the bell curve, so it’s just as well me as anybody.

If Leukemia and Lymphoma research is something that hits home for you, or if you feel like having one less cup of Starbucks coffee each week, or if you just really like me, consider dropping a donation in the bucket. Thanks, gang.

Big Dogs Back Lesser Tech

September 27, 2005 at 2:29pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Bad news for Blu-Ray fans: Intel and Microsoft have decided to back HD DVD.

Snarky reaction: Is it really any surprise that Microsoft would support the lesser of two technologies?

Signs, Signs, Everywhere There’s Signs

September 27, 2005 at 3:09am By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

So there I was, sweatin’ away in the back yard, turning over soil and generally making a mess in preparation for putting down some new grass seed. While I worked, I thought. I’m always thinking about something. Most of the time it’s pretty mundane stuff. At this particular moment I was composing a hypothetical blog post about my newfound love for the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, Intelligent Design, and related topics. I thought something to the effect of “...and that’s why I believe in God (or some Higher Power), but Christianity as a whole just doesn’t work for me.” At that exact moment—seriously, at that exact moment—I turned over a shovel-full of soil, and as my thought ended two pencil-thin wood chips landed on top of one another. Perpendicularly. In the shape of a lower-case t. Also known as a cross.

It was by far the most surreal moment I’ve experienced in a long, long time. I couldn’t believe the only one nearby that I could describe the surreality to was Daisy, and she was too busy playing with a mangled (but still flopping) grasshopper to care. I waited for The Booming Voice of God™, or a chorus of angels, or a bright shining light, or something, but nothing else happened. It was just me, the wood chip cross, and a sadistic dog.

Now, my observations of The Way the World Works™ have taught me three things:

  1. There is a God
  2. I’m not Him
  3. He has a dry, even dark sense of humor

This event just helped heap more evidence on the great big pile in support of those three things. Well, except that technically I was the one who made the sticks fall the way they did, so it’s possible that the second point isn’t true. But I wouldn’t bank on that one. I, for one, suspect that I had help.

I have long contended that coincidences are God’s way of having fun with His

creation. He’s a jokester, I tell you. Who but a Great Cosmic Comedian would make every light turn red just when you’re in the biggest hurry? Or make a weird number like pi show up all over the place—even in places that have nothing to do with the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter?

His little stunt tonight is just another one of His gags. He wants me to dwell on the Secret Meaning of the wood chip cross. “Is He trying to tell me not to doubt Christianity?” He wants me to ask. He hopes I get stuck on “Is the cross a red herring?” And I know He’s giggling furiously over my hesitance to disturb the cross. It’s still sitting out there right now. He’s a real ham, that God.

Is there any meaning in the wood chip cross? I don’t have the slightest idea. But I’m serious when I tell you that the wood chips formed the cross exactly as I finished my heretical thought. I wouldn’t have wasted all this time writing this post if it happened any other way. I doubt I’ll give the wood chip cross much thought after tonight. But I tell you one thing, if I wake up in the morning and there’s a flower growing there, or a dove sitting on that spot, I’m going to be one very, very confused Mr. Wilson.


September 27, 2005 at 1:00am By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

I think I have an ear infection again. I hate ear infections. I should really think about going and seeing a doctor. Normally I wouldn’t, but I have to go see him anyway to have him sign a form for the adoption. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to make an appointment.

Oh well, at least it’s not an eye infection. Those are even less fun. Some day I’ll tell y’all about the time I made the eye doctor cringe and say “Eww.” That inspires confidence, I tell ya.

The Procedure With No Name

September 27, 2005 at 12:51am By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

The first paragraph of this AP dispatch struck me as odd:

The Bush administration has asked the Supreme Court to reinstate a ban on a procedure that critics call “partial birth” abortions, setting up a showdown that could be decided by the president’s new choice for the court. [Emphasis added]

So what do supporters call the procedure? Doesn’t it have a “correct” medical term?

Actually, those questions are largely rhetorical. I just think the reporting style is funny. It’s sort of like saying “the President critics call ‘stupid neo-con monkey boy’ issued a proclamation yesterday….” Come to think of it, that could be rather entertaining.

Adoption Training Recap

September 27, 2005 at 12:39am By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

In which Mr. Wilson summarizes the adoption training session he and The Missus attended last Friday.


Publicity Hound Arrested

September 27, 2005 at 12:04am By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Cindy Sheehan was arrested in front of the White House today in yet another publicity stunt. The media, of course, love it. Normally I would just sign and move along, but something caught my eye:

About 50 people were arrested in the first hour, with dozens of others waiting to be taken away. All cooperated with police.

Sgt. Scott Fear, spokesman for the U.S. Park Police, said they would be charged with demonstrating without a permit, which is a misdemeanor.

Of all the places speech ought to be free, outside the White House seems like one of the most obvious. Instead, one of the country’s most obnoxious moms was arrested for, uhh…

When they reached the front of the White House, dozens sat down ... and began singing and chanting “Stop the war now!”

Seven A.M. Seasickness

September 22, 2005 at 2:25pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

My morning bus driver is a Sea Captain. “Huh?!” you ask? Sea Captain is one of the categories I assign bus drivers to. A Sea Captain is a driver who, by virtue of his inability to apply even pressure to the gas pedal and/or brake pedal, makes his riders seasick by the time they arrive at their destinations. Bonus points are awarded if he can actually make his riders unable to stand or if he can turn their faces green.

Other bus driver categories include Slammers, Grumps, Sprinters, Bureaucrats, and Mimes. I have a whole list of ‘em in my head. I should write them all down sometime.

“Two Thumbs Down!” -God

September 22, 2005 at 2:24pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Everybody’s a critic. Even God.

Last night was date night for The Missus and I, and we decided to be really adventurous by checking out The Aristocrats at The Ross. Unfortunately, God went all soup nazi on us and declared “No obscenities for you!” He enforced His decision by knocking out the power to several blocks in and near Downtown. That seems overkill to just keep us away from perhaps the dirtiest movie of all time, but hey, He’s God. I figure He knows what He’s doing.

So no The Aristocrats review for you folks this morning. Instead, check out these photographs of

cute puppy love

unspeakable pedophilic beastiality action.

Pick Me a Camera and Printer

September 21, 2005 at 4:17am By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

I’ll be in the market for a new digital camera and photo printer sometime between now and the end of the year. For the camera I’m looking for something below the prosumer level (i.e. no dSLR’s for now), but with more options than the basic point-and-click. I’m probably looking in the 5- to 6-megapixel range. For the printer I want borderless prints in a variety of sizes and reasonably high-quality inks.

I’d love to hear your recommendations (and your anti-recommendations) in the comments.

My First College Center

September 18, 2005 at 2:30am By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

I was scheduled to be an AR for two soccer games at Midland Lutheran in Fremont today. Instead, I ended up having the opportunity to center the women’s game. The original center hurt her ankle playing soccer last night, so she decided it would be better if she limped along the sideline than if she limped in the center of the field. The game turned out to be pretty easy, with Dordt defeating Midland 3-0. It certainly wasn’t a premiere level game, and it was quite a bit easier than a lot of games I’ve done in the past in other leagues, but it’s still nice to get my first college center out of the way. Most first-year college referees don’t get that opportunity (or if they do, they end up with a JV game) so I count myself lucky. Since this center was a bit of an “accident,” there’s a (very, very) small chance I could get another center later this year. I’m not going to hold my breath, but if I rule out the possibility, I risk letting myself slide through the remainder of the season. Nope, I’m going to keep crossing my fingers for my first assigned college center now. Whether it comes this year or next, I can’t wait.

It Has Been Foretold

September 17, 2005 at 2:43pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

I had a dream last night. In my dream, Zach Taylor threw three interceptions in today’s game. No word on whether we won, though.

Hey, I Own That Game!

September 16, 2005 at 7:32pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

This made my day, or at least my lunch hour: the Boston Globe uncovered the best sports videogame ever by using a tournament-style bracket. The winner? (You’ll never believe this!) NHL ‘94. Whodathunkit? I just happen to own that game, which makes my videogame collection way cooler than yours. I am soooo pulling out the Genesis tonight and giving NHL ‘94 a whirl.

I have one question for the tournament organizers, though. Why did they choose Tecmo Bowl rather than the far superior Tecmo Super Bowl? Had they allowed the latter to enter the tournament, it would have easily wiped out the rest of the competition.

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