A Geeky Screed.

What the fuck happened to functional computer cases? I'm not a computing grandpa. I've never seen a Tandy up close, let alone worked one. But I do remember when cases took up several square yards of space. They were ugly, tan, and easy to work with. Even people with hands the size of small hams could work in them. Bays out the ass. Free space by the mile!

I need a new computer case. My current one is sadly inadequate for coolin' mah graphics card. Airflow is balls, and not the canine kind. Plus, it's just too small for me. So, off to the interweb shopping mall. Man, there's a lot of cases. There's gotta be a case for me in here somewhere. A sturdy, fairly inexpensive case with a fan up front and enough room to fit a bountiful VGA(calling it "fat" would be unkind to it). Oh, and enough depth to stick one of those Mount Rushmore sized steel towers they use to cool CPUs now. I gotta have one of those.

This looks promising. It's got the sleek modern stylings, which doesn't amount to a rat's dick by me but whatever. Hold on a tick... I don't see any drives up front. No expansion slots. Okay, pictures... a door? Yes, a door. I have to open a door to get to my CD drive. So much for convenience. When did a case become a fashion accessory? Okay, pretend being a geek was cool when you were a kid.

HEY?! What the fuck happened to screws? "Screwless drive mounting?" I want my screws back. You know why? Because they WORK. They aren't made of that special kind of plastic reserved for parts that shouldn't break but do. So what if you need a screwdriver? If you are pulling parts out often enough for that to be a serious hassle, you've got too much time and money. Thumbscrews, I'm totally down with those. Plastic? Bleck. Okay, this doesn't have any bullshit on it and... it costs $120. Bastards! Screw 'em. I've got a dremel, a drill, and geek resolve. I'll make my own damn air vent if I have to duct tape a fan and air filter to a bare hole.

Did you hear the one...

about the hooker and the politician?

There are many things I do not understand. Sometimes, it's because I don't care. How to knit a sweater, for example. Doesn't interest me. Now, knitting a willy warmer? (Must not digress). Sometimes, I don't put much thought into these things. Like how you could have sex with any official in New York. Too disgusting. But I've thought about this one pretty thoroughly and I can't understand why Ashley Duprey is such a news item. She's kinda hot but that only doesn't earn you the attention of Larry King. Not that the Talkshow Prince of Valium has much to offer but that's beside the point. Maybe it has something to do with being given nearly five thousand big ones to bork the bald gnome who is was in charge of New Yawk.

This ugly... thing took years of life and liberty from consenting adults paying for or being paid for sex. Then, he spends more money than I've ever had to play with in my life on a hooker. The corruption in our government disgusts me.

And it's not an isolated incident. Here in Jefferson county, Alabama, it costs about a hundred dollars a month to be able to take a shit. If that were the market cost of processing crap, I'd be okay. I wouldn't want to work around crud-vapors for cheap. "The Law of Rising Wages Proportional to the Quanity of Poo-Gas in the Workplace" isn't the prob'em though. Government corruption is. Why were millions of dollars wasted on a bond deal in my hometown? Corruption. The people in our government are under the impresson that they can get away with anything, because they aren't peasants.

With that in mind, I quite agree with a certain munkin that Spitzer deserves to be shot. Not for the "crime" of prostitution but for attempting to be King. Everyone is supposed to be equal in the eyes of the law. When a public official flaunts the law while sending serfs to a concrete hellhole for the same offense, he is no better than a third world dictator except by degrees. We have no use for Leviathan, the King without constraints, in these United States. But since hanging public officials by the dangly bits while cutting off their limbs with chainsaws is unexplainably unpopular, I simply I hope he is prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. And serves every minute of it.

As for Ashley Dupre, I don't see why she had to be dragged into this. The media was yacking on and on about her when I stopped watching the TeeBee and probably still are. That cute, hard working lady of the night will forever be associated with the pinched face of a stain on the US government. Hopefully she's the smart type and can secure some money out of this whole ordeal. However, if her parents and friends are unaware of her profession, it could cause a lot of grief for her. Selling sex for money instead of giving it away shouldn't stigmatize someone socially but it does.

There is at least one good thing here. We finally have a politician chasing a good looking piece of tail. I was more disappointed in the fact that Bill Clinton had such poor tastes. The POTUS should set a better example.

It is a crime 'gainst all humanity...

... that most people don't know even know Charles Mingus' name. A jazz bassist with no regard for any rule that didn't fit him, Mingus wasn't just a player or a band leader. He could have been a classical composer, had he not been a jazzman. He fused, jazz, classical, folk, flamenco, dance, church, ragtime, and swing together at random. He was the Frank Zappa of jazz, a composer who knew no bounds except what he was in his head.

Take a listen to The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady for an example. The second track features a section where a one chord vamp just keeps building and building in speed until it explodes, with a muted trumpet wailing like a singer. Even the solos are, in a way, composed by Mingus. His Jazz workshop helped mold most of the musicians he played with. Even if you don't like jazz (What the HELL is wrong with you?), pick up Mingus Ah Um or, if you are an adventurer, The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady.

GRABOIDS!

Someone has posted the entire Tremors II movie on youtube. Say goodbye to several hours of my life.

Who Cometh?

He is like none ye have lain eyes upon 'afore time. His hair be short, his countenance of middlin' height and quite wide. He bears the thunder sticks. His years are few. He rideth a pickup truck, which he hae festooned with Ludwig von Mises stickers an' "Real Men Denna Read Tha Instructions." He has somehow slipped from Biblical prose to a fake Scottish accent.

Yessum. I have a blog and I am not afraid ta use it. What I shall use it for, I don't know. Perhaps my photo album will provide clues? Whoops. Misaligned. Stupid... code thing. My quadratic formula is obviously flawed. Well, it'll give me something to fix.