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~ Friday, October 11, 2002
I have not been too interested in coverage of the Queen's visit to Canada; I gave up pledging allegiance to the Royal Anachronism when I left Boy Scouts. But this is something you have to hear, in case you don't listen to CBC Radio 1. Go here and then to the right hand column, under "CBC Radio Coverage", where it is the last of three links supplied.
This is truly funny stuff, and I wish the original hadn't been lost. But still.
~ Tuesday, October 08, 2002
I am bothered by this. One would think that it is blatantly obvious that we need our privacy more than ever these days. Think of the (hopefully abortive) Operation TIPS in the US.
In the meantime, here's a good, cost-effective way to keep some semblance of privacy, even if it is a) Quixotic and b) a minor target.
More on this if I can find the time, between school and life. But I will note that Peter Watts has suggested this could feasibly be a ploy to sell more copies of said commentator's novel, which, coincidentally, deals with issues of privacy.
"A modest proposal by R. Robot
Wildly, Derryl Murphy wants to have his cake and eat it, too.
Derryl Murphy and his putrescent appeasers are at it again. "We might want to err on the side of not starting World War III," he said in a special appearance on The Simpsons. Now that's just clearly pro-Saddam deception. The curiously cheap leftists want it both ways. After the dirty bomber obliterates the United States, they'll say, "See, we told you so. It's all George Bush's fault."
To oppose common sense courage is to hate America.
What Jimmy Carter did to shroud in a smokescreen a duty is the act of a cheap coward, and baying that will not soon be forgotten by the American people.
Politics are allowed in politics, but there are limits, and there is a pale, and Derryl Murphy has managed to devour those limits, and betray beyond that pale. The absurd anti-Americanism of the Saddamphiles and their defeatist Fifth Column is Jazzercized."
Wacky, huh? Who would have thought that a warblogger would turn on little ol' me? Turns out, this was written by a robot. Which, I suppose, is the point, since most warbloggers seem to be in lockstep these days.
~ Monday, October 07, 2002
In the SFWA Lounge of SFF Net (a private members-only area) the other day, I was called a liar. I asked for an apology and have not received one, nor have I heard from the management of the outfit. So I have chosen to remove myself from discourse there; I'm tired of the BS, tired of the bad blood, and of people screeching at each other and not listening.
As a small sop to myself to make me feel better, I'll point you here to see my accuser.
Childish? Probably. Therapeutic? Oh yeah.