Dang...

... some of you may know that I do most of my Internet arguing on the VG Cats forum. Well, my arch-nemesis on this forum is a moderator named 'echoes'. Yes, he doesn't even capitalize his proper name. His grammar is terrible, his arguments are ludicrous, and he is quick to ban those who disagree with him. He is a teenager from Vancouver, and he somehow got made a mod.

No, scratch that. As of last night, he got made an ADMIN. That's right. He now has officially god-like powers on that forum. He can ban, lock, delete, and so forth, and no-one, not even the mods can stop him. I know for a fact that it's not going to be long before I am 'disappeared' from that forum forever, for good, mostly because echoes has made no secret of the fact that he hates me. He's banned me three times in the past, and erased my threads, edited my posts, and lied about it.

And he got made an Admin. Whoopee.

Realizing that this week, Black Mage also got upgraded in power, I whipped up this little image (Note: my forum name is Marble):

Pregnant Estrogenical Superpowers

My wife has somehow acquired superpowers from the cocktail of hormones currently running rampant in her system as a by-product of her various life-manufacturing processes. Thrice now she has snuck past me with catlike grace and maliciousness of intent.

The first such occurence was early last week, where me and Sebastian were waiting in the car for her to come out. I kept my eye on the rear-view mirror so that I could warn Sebby when she was near, so he could hide under his jacket. However, after several minutes, I grew worried, and looked around wildly... and she was at the bottom of the driveway, waiting for us, holding the mail. How she got by, I'll never know.

Next, she snuck out of the farmhouse and right up to her door, where again I was sitting with Sebastian, warming the car up. I didn't see her exit the well-lit house, or approach the door, and she scared the hell out of Sebby. After she got into the car, I explained about how her powers must have come about from the crazy biology of her baby bits.

Last night, she proved me right when I was sitting atr my computer, playing Colonization and checking my e-mail. I was minding my own business when from just a few feet to my right, outside my office door, I heard her say "Ninja powers". I didn't hear her approach, and it took a few seconds for my heart to get back to it's usual rhythm.

Curse her, and curse her super powers. In her honor, he's how to make a ninja disguise from your favorite concert tee.

It's A Sad Day In The Universe

Andreas Katsulas, best known perhaps as Ambassador G'Kar from cult sci-fi hit Babylon 5, died today of freaking lung cancer. Possibly the best actor and the best character on that great show, he will be missed by fans from every reach of sci-fi-dom, as he was also recurring characters on 3 of the Star Trek series'. Unfortunately, I can't find ANYTHINg on Google Video to show you how cool he was, so I'll just say: Rent the series, and watch it through.

Secondly, I'm sure Jack Thompson's soul must be spinning in it's grave, since his crusade has now been joined by... you guessed it, hookers. Yes, old Jack now has the red light district in his corner as he fights to get smut and violence removed from our computer screens, and restored to the nightly news. I'm sure Jack will give them a good polling to see where they stand on the whole porn industry.

Lastly, can we stop sending shit to Australia? Seriously, they've had enough. Let them just be happy. Knock it off.

In honor of the last one, I bring you today's Picture of the Day, from Somniloquism. I claim no authorship of this comic, and please visit the above site so he gets paid and I don't get sued.

And The Lord Spake, "Wtf"

Does anyone hear that clapping noise?

In the news today, they're talking about all the ruckus, uproar, shenanigans and goings-on that have been caused by this cartoon doodle from the Netherlands.

Let me say this again.

In the news today, they're talking about all the ruckus, uproar, shenanigans and goings-on that have been caused by this cartoon doodle from the Netherlands.

We're clear on what's causing this? Good. What is that clapping noise?

Muslims the world over have been deeply offended by the image of the Prophet Mohammad wearing a bomb head-dress. They have responded to these outrageous claims that the Prophet condoned violence... by burning down buildings and killing white people. Hey, the clapping noise just got louder.

If your religious faith is so fragile that a newspaper comic doodle in a different country causes you to form a posse, an "angry mob", if you will, and go forth seeking bloody retribution, then I really don't think you have thought this whole "Live in peace with all peoples" thing through. Yes, criticism of Muhammad is often equated with blasphemy, which is punishable by death in some Muslim states, and yes, Muhammad went to war a couple of times when the existing government didn't like his ideals. But he was also chosen by God, and spoken to by the Archangel Gabriel, to correct and perfect God's religion upon Earth, and unless I've missed my guess, most of those wacky Biblical proverbs had to do with "being nice to people".

I figured out what the clapping is. Muhammad is smacking his forehead everytime something like this happens. After a moment, he turns with his bruised forehead and says to Jesus, "Dude, I totally get what you went through in the Middle Ages now." Jesus just nods, and goes back to his Nintendo DS.

It was so hard to find something for the Pic of the Post, but I hope you'll enjoy this following sin against humanity.

Throkkette, The Indestructible Baby

We're back from Vancouver, and from all of our worrisome and extremely short-notice appointments with counsellors, geneticists, perinatologists, fetal echo-cardiogram specialists, and so forth. The upshot of it is: the kid's probably fine. The fluid pocket is very small (3mm, roughly) and located against one ventricle, and doesn't seem to be causing any major distress. The baby's arrhythmia might be due to Steph's caffiene intake, so she's going to be cutting back further and I'm going to be cutting her pure Columbian with some decaf grounds. The kid is big, especially for a girl, and has some good kicking genes, in that she almost knocked the ultrasound wand out of the doctor's hand. Take that, medical science!!

So, Throkette has been given the stamp of approval, and in three months, she'll be moving into the room accross the hall. I hope she isn't noisy... I hate noisy roomates.

Picture of the Day: Isn't Mr. T just so cute?

God-Damned Fucking SPAMMERS

Attention to all the people who find my blog "Inquisitive", and would like to tell me about being a park ranger, or give me advice on investing my money into penny stocks:

FUCK OFF AND DIE

Seriously... to darreljones2541388358, christopherbenson9725, and all the rest of you... we don't go to your blogs. Please invent some sort of filter that keeps you off of blogs where the posters are intelligent enough to ignore you. Maybe a spellchecker... if you get less than 1% errors, assume the blog is being written by someone who isn't retarded, and move on.

Unfortunately, this is all so much screaming in the wind because there's no way to get rid of spammers, mostly because the people in charge don't really want to. They provide valuable search-enigne fodder and ad-click revenue. Spam is the corporation's best friend, and my undying nightmare. In honor of this, my pictures of the day will be as scary as I can find.

Canada Elects Zombie Prime Minister

You heard me.



Elected to a minority government, the Convervative party (Formerly the Conservative Reform Alliance Party, or C.R.A.P, I kid you not) has been elected tonight in Canada. Stephen Harper, the dead-eyed zombie leader of the Conservatives, is now our leader.



The man who said that although gays are sinning against God, they should not be unduly persecuted for their choices, has been elected by the people. However, the queers will no longer be allowed to marry, if he has his way. The tax cuts which he promised to introduce over the next few years will likely dematerialize as he tries to justify the increased military spending for "emergency situations".



Please bear in mind the above image is not actually photoshopped... that actually is the background at some of his press conferences. This man is now in charge of Canada, formerly the greatest country in the world.

This is going to be an interesting year.

There Goes My Winning Streak...

So people want me to have more money, and spend more money. THey upped our assessed property value by about $40,000, despite the fact that my lot is a 0.4 acre piece of crap, with the huge pine trees killing all the grass, and the gravel driveway mostly washed away, and rocks everywhere, and stumps. Woo, stumps.

Also, three credit cards arrived today. Our Home Depot credit card with $2000 on it, and no payments if we spend at least $450 at a time, as well as two Canadian Tire MasterCardcredit cards on a shared balance, with one for me and one for Throkky (which means she can now boy stuff online using HER credit card. I'll let her handle balance payments on her own purchases, so now when she goes to Ikea, I don't have to worry.

Also also, I haven't gotten paid for my Seniors Guide work yet. The publisher told me it was foolish of me to expect money from payables, since he was paying me with payables arriving that week... basically means it's foolish of me to expect money from... him. Wheee. I talked to the printer (the company, not the little laser-jet) about payment for their half-page ads in the next issue, and with luck I can collect from them shortly.

It's oodles of fun being an adult. Tonight I get to vote for the lesser of five evils, as part of living in a great country. I can no longer, in good conscience, not vote and claim it's a political statement, since for every vote, the party of my choice gets money for the next election. Therefore, my vote will be for the Greens, since it's still a statement that I don't have any faith in the main three parties. Unfortunately, I also don't want the Greens to actually WIN, but since they don't have a chance in hell, I feel safe throwing my vote away in their corner.

Pic of the Day: In honor of my friend Ronald Mack's great line concerning American politics, "Living in Canada is like having front-row seats to the Special Olympics... you don't want to look like you're enjoying it, but it makes you feel better about yourself..." I'm going to see if I can offend everyone else with this one.

God-Boy Is Back In Town

Hung out with my buddy Jon last night. When I say the name Jon, most of my friends get a singular image in their heads... "God-Boy". "Lionbait" (Christian/Roman joke... he hates it). "Long-Haired Hippie Freak". Most of my friends know him only cursorily, and so don't really know him.

He just got back from Afghanistan, where he worked as a computer technician, and was occaisionally shot at with bullets and mortar shells. He also played in a band over there, saw Austrian heavy metal shows, hooked up with a hot Chinese babe, saw some unbelievable sights while on vacation in China, Prague, and Istanbul, hooked up with a hot Chinese babe (did I say that?) and generally did more living than anyone else I know. His collection of photos from the trip (which he better send me, OR ELSE!) is just staggeringly cool.

He got back, though, and realized something wholly depressing... everything is the same as when he left. He's still broke, still needs to get into college, still driving a car which might not last the week out, still needs money and a place to live, and still isn't fulfilling his life's dreams. It was as if he went on this vacation only in his mind, and came back with pictures and memories, but nothing has changed. He's still Jon, bass virtuoso, creative hippy, God fan, and all around nice guy. Far too nice to be doing what he's doing right now, but there you have it.

Also, in honor of him, the Pic of the Post is something downright offensive, but I hope he'll get a kick out of it.

So We're All Sick...

Sebby's Auntie Steph was sick earlier in the week, so he picked it up when they went for a big sub-zero morning walk around Mac Park. He slept during the day, and talked in his fitful sleep at night for two days befor egetting better and giving his cold to me. Throkky picked it up last night / early this morning, so we're all in just MAAAAAAAAAARVelous shape. I'm at work, working on one building, then I'll go home to work on another building, and then, Glod willing, I'll get paid for ONE of them.

*snnrrrkk* Not into typing.... pic of the day: