I know raging against American popular media for being distorted and dysfunctional is like pissing in a sea of piss, but it really fucking burns to see how they're treating this pop star domestic violence thing. The guy beats his girlfriend so badly she's hospitalized, and a week later they're back together and she's forgiven him. So of course the news headlines are all about their "reunion" and how they're patching things up after the argument.
Stop it. That is not what this is about. Don't take an abuse cycle in progress and spin it into a happy ending. Maybe it's intrusive and impolite to call this what it is, but sometimes reality needs to be ugly. I feel like an enabler just seeing the magazine covers in the checkout line.
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March 3, 2009
March 2, 2009
I love your big dick. Desu.
My iPod's battery was dying, so I put some gay anime porn on it. No problems since then. Coincidence? I think not.
The weird thing is that when I converted the video to .mp4, the audio track got corrupted. Instead of the dialogue and occasional yelps of joy it was intended to have, there was only the main character saying lines like "I love your big dick" and "Put it in my butt" over and over again, with various inflections and squelchy sound effects. For 30 minutes. And no, it didn't loop.
My conclusion? It's a subliminal "Learn Japanese the Easy Way!" program for pervs.
The weird thing is that when I converted the video to .mp4, the audio track got corrupted. Instead of the dialogue and occasional yelps of joy it was intended to have, there was only the main character saying lines like "I love your big dick" and "Put it in my butt" over and over again, with various inflections and squelchy sound effects. For 30 minutes. And no, it didn't loop.
My conclusion? It's a subliminal "Learn Japanese the Easy Way!" program for pervs.
February 17, 2009
Cat Lovers Could Probably Read This
YAY! The cat abusing shitheels have been charged and both cats have been removed permanently from the home. A third cat who was abused in another video was taken from a friend's house as well. They're not injured too badly and are expected to be available for adoption this week.
Meanwhile pizzas, taxis, hookers, hearses, death threats and religious material continue to be sent in mass quantities to the home of said shitheels. Oh Anonymous.
Sauce here.
Meanwhile pizzas, taxis, hookers, hearses, death threats and religious material continue to be sent in mass quantities to the home of said shitheels. Oh Anonymous.
Sauce here.
February 16, 2009
Cat Lovers, Don't Read This Either
I have to applaud Anonymous for taking time out of their busy schedule of being fucking awesome to be even more fucking awesome this week.
Those teen boys who posted videos on YouTube of themselves torturing the family cat have been identified and reported by eagle-eyed internet detectives, and Dusty the kitty was promptly removed from the home and placed under the care of a veterinarian. The mother of the boys involved reports that she plans to ground both of them from riding on their dirt bikes for a short period of time as punishment for their adolescent shenanigans. Ouch.
No word yet on whether the family of these precious little sociopaths is grieving for the loss of their beloved Dusty, but if so, it won't be feeling the emptinesss for long. Pizzas, Craiglist hookers and death threats are being sent to the house in floods by well-wishers from all over the internet to fill the gap in their hearts.
Those teen boys who posted videos on YouTube of themselves torturing the family cat have been identified and reported by eagle-eyed internet detectives, and Dusty the kitty was promptly removed from the home and placed under the care of a veterinarian. The mother of the boys involved reports that she plans to ground both of them from riding on their dirt bikes for a short period of time as punishment for their adolescent shenanigans. Ouch.
No word yet on whether the family of these precious little sociopaths is grieving for the loss of their beloved Dusty, but if so, it won't be feeling the emptinesss for long. Pizzas, Craiglist hookers and death threats are being sent to the house in floods by well-wishers from all over the internet to fill the gap in their hearts.
January 19, 2009
This Seems A Little Bit Passive-Aggressive!
General note: the people who use this website should be dragged out into the streets and shot.
Oh shitbiscuits, I said that wrong. Allow me to rephrase.
Perhaps if the people who seem to use this website could be dragged out into the streets and shot, the environment would be better for everybody involved. And that would be super.
Seriously, what's with the flaccid language? You're using the internet to tell Cousin Billy that his cock hairs keep showing up in the salad bar and that his breath smells like a cat's asshole. Will the use of pussy uncertain terminology magically render the sentiment inoffensive?
No sir, I don't like it. Give me a website that sends people anonymous notes like "I'm going to hire Andre the Giant to butt-fuck your Grandma to death if you don't stop quoting Eddie Izzard" and maybe I'll participate.
Oh wait, no I won't, because I value communication and honesty a little bit more than I fear confronting a friend.
Oh shitbiscuits, I said that wrong. Allow me to rephrase.
Perhaps if the people who seem to use this website could be dragged out into the streets and shot, the environment would be better for everybody involved. And that would be super.
Seriously, what's with the flaccid language? You're using the internet to tell Cousin Billy that his cock hairs keep showing up in the salad bar and that his breath smells like a cat's asshole. Will the use of pussy uncertain terminology magically render the sentiment inoffensive?
No sir, I don't like it. Give me a website that sends people anonymous notes like "I'm going to hire Andre the Giant to butt-fuck your Grandma to death if you don't stop quoting Eddie Izzard" and maybe I'll participate.
Oh wait, no I won't, because I value communication and honesty a little bit more than I fear confronting a friend.
January 14, 2009
Off With Their Heads!
I have such a hard-on for rapture fans and their wacky predictions about how the End Times will go down. This one is somewhat unusual in that it actually made me cackle out loud:
From here.
I dunno about you guys, but I'm reserving a whole family of true believers. It'll probably wipe out my Cintiq Fund, but what's the point of saving up for a high-end graphics tablet anyway, if the world is about to end? Webcomics come and go like wisps of mist on an October morning, but stylish bookends made from the shrunken heads of the faithful? Those are forever.
The world will be practicing ritual magic (using both sex and drugs as sources of "power"). As it is believed that the "Shrunken Head" of your enemies has great power, these Christian "heads" will be highly prized and coveted for their magical "properties" to make your spells come true.
"And the world will not repent of their thefts and murders." What greater crime could be committed than to Kill (behead) Christians and steal their material possessions (clothing, shoes, jewelry, cars, homes, entertainment centers etc as well as the THEFT of their Vital Organs and their very heads to be shrunken and sold!.
From here.
I dunno about you guys, but I'm reserving a whole family of true believers. It'll probably wipe out my Cintiq Fund, but what's the point of saving up for a high-end graphics tablet anyway, if the world is about to end? Webcomics come and go like wisps of mist on an October morning, but stylish bookends made from the shrunken heads of the faithful? Those are forever.
December 2, 2008
It's The Reason For The Season
I don't think I should be allowed to play with computers when I'm sick.
Meanwhile, the ARG I was posting about the other day has blossomed nicely and I've gotten my first-ever email from a character. I feel special!
And hurty. Goddamn it, me, recover already!
November 28, 2008
Scientologists To The Rescue!
As if pushing aside trained aid workers and trauma counselors to recruit and 'detoxify' shellshocked Katrina and 9/11 survivors wasn't brazen enough...
Scientology announces plans to flood the blood-spattered streets of Mumbai with self-improvement pamphlets. Because nothing says "We will get through this together" like a catalog.
"Gee, L. Ron, I think I left my wallet in my other pants. Along with most of my leg."
Scientology announces plans to flood the blood-spattered streets of Mumbai with self-improvement pamphlets. Because nothing says "We will get through this together" like a catalog.
"Gee, L. Ron, I think I left my wallet in my other pants. Along with most of my leg."
November 8, 2008
Typecasting
Argh, I fucking hate it when friends assume I'm going to feel a certain way about something based solely on a conversation they had in their head (or with my freakin' AIM away message, where my silence clearly means disapproving wrath).
And then they just fucking run with it, like it was a real discussion, and talk about it later like I was there. "Hey Luka, you and I were having this argument in my head, and you were really mean, but I totally agree with you that I suck balls (even though I'm kind of mad at you for pointing it out.)"
For shit's sake. You're not psychic, and I'm not happy always being the bad guy in someone else's poorly contained fantasy world. I'm right here and totally willing to give you honest advice that comes from the actual Luka, but instead you project your negative self-image onto me without my permission.
It doesn't help that your characterization of me is simplistic and presumptuous. Is that really the best you know me? Really?
I'm so tired of this happening. And it's always with friends who come to me for advice whenever they fuck up, but get mad if I don't throw them a pity party and blame everyone else for whatever goes wrong. You'd think I laugh in these people's faces and tell them to go fuck themselves.
Yeah I'm an asshole. That's why I spent two hours every other night for an entire week trying to convince you not to give up on living. I just hate you that much.
And then they just fucking run with it, like it was a real discussion, and talk about it later like I was there. "Hey Luka, you and I were having this argument in my head, and you were really mean, but I totally agree with you that I suck balls (even though I'm kind of mad at you for pointing it out.)"
For shit's sake. You're not psychic, and I'm not happy always being the bad guy in someone else's poorly contained fantasy world. I'm right here and totally willing to give you honest advice that comes from the actual Luka, but instead you project your negative self-image onto me without my permission.
It doesn't help that your characterization of me is simplistic and presumptuous. Is that really the best you know me? Really?
I'm so tired of this happening. And it's always with friends who come to me for advice whenever they fuck up, but get mad if I don't throw them a pity party and blame everyone else for whatever goes wrong. You'd think I laugh in these people's faces and tell them to go fuck themselves.
Yeah I'm an asshole. That's why I spent two hours every other night for an entire week trying to convince you not to give up on living. I just hate you that much.
September 20, 2008
Oprah Meets Pedobear's >9000 Penises
Oh no. Oh, noooo. Oh, Oprah...
Anonymous, w/u mry me? Y/N plz circle 1.
<3 <3 <3,
Luka
September 15, 2008
I know something you don't know :P
What's the point of seeking me out and messaging me if all you have to say is that something major is going on with you, buuuuut since you don't think I would be sufficiently comforting, you've decided to tell someone else about it instead of me?
Sorry I wasn't around to get all intrigued and chase you down and force you to share every sordid detail, but thank you for having a major relationship discussion with my away message. It's not all that important to actually have me present for this kind of conversation anyway, since (as you said) you already know what I'm going to say and feel and are punishing me accordingly.
It's like conflict resolution, only without all the icky communication.
Sorry I wasn't around to get all intrigued and chase you down and force you to share every sordid detail, but thank you for having a major relationship discussion with my away message. It's not all that important to actually have me present for this kind of conversation anyway, since (as you said) you already know what I'm going to say and feel and are punishing me accordingly.
It's like conflict resolution, only without all the icky communication.
August 25, 2008
Don't Go Telling Grandma Zombie How To Suck Brains
Well, even though I was diagnosed a week ago, I feel that I only truly joined the ranks of the ADHD zombies last night.
Last night, you see, marks the first time I was told, (and I quote), "pfft you dont need meds for that" by somebody who barely knows me or my situation. From what I've heard from other people with this diagnosis, that's how you know you have arrived.
This person then went on to describe how it "takes a lot of work" to transcend pain and illness, but they can do it just fine, even though their case is beyond severe. They went on to inform me that psychiatry is a lie, 100% of people alive today have ADHD, and that it's better to repress unpleasantness than deal with it, because as long as you're okay with being different, no amount of mental illness can overcome willpower. And even if it does, so what? I'm cuh-RAY-zee, deal with it you jerks! ^___^
Yeah, I think I'll stick with the licensed therapist and whatever pills my doctor thinks may be effective as a last resort. Which is what it is--you think I didn't spent my entire life trying to FORCE me to be okay so I wouldn't have to take drugs? I struggled as hard as I could for my entire life just to make it up to mediocre on my own. But just because I was expending energy didn't mean that iron wall was any closer to breaking. I avoided despair by lying to myself for a long time about how I was getting closer. Every little improvement was a breakthrough. Any minute now, I told myself, any second I'll start seeing cracks. Just a little harder.
It's tough to give up on an investment like that, and admit you've failed. Not only that you've failed, but that you actually wasted all that time on something unwinnable. Your 400-hour game of Pitfall for the Atari is never going to end with credits. QQ noob; the battle is over and you fucking lost.
It's fucking terrible to slump down and say "I quit" because you just can't make yourself push anymore. And if, in your time of acceptance, some Mary Sue success story happens to come skipping along to give you shit for not being strong enough, you're not going to be happy with that.
I don't think the person intended to hit this button in me, but that's what you risk when you pass judgment on the circumstances of somebody you don't know and start laughing off their problems because how your issues are ten billion times worse, but all it takes for you is some willpower and hard work. (Poof, problem gone, now why didn't I think of that?)
Over the course of the argument that ensued, it came out a bit at a time just how badly messed up this person's outlook was. Without getting into details, let me just say that they reminded me of me, only a version of me that was in love with myself and didn't much care about anyone else. A version of me that actively wanted to get worse. I tried to urge them to get help, but it was like arguing with a magic 8 ball. There was an excuse or sob story for every option, and where those didn't cut it, the person fell back on the old "yay crazy wacky monkey pie doom" mental illness trendiness as a defense mechanism.
People in denial have this horrible tendency, when their treasured assault against reality falls short and they have nothing left, to pretend to "own" their damage before you can call them on it. Smokers and drug addicts do this a lot, most noticeably when they brag about how they'll die young. They can't handle the reality, so they turn it into a joke that they can confront without actually confronting it.
My mom used to do it. She'd threaten suicide when she was criticized or throw a huge self-hate party and talk about how worthless she was. You couldn't argue with her because she'd just hand you her dignity right off the bat, and I never got the feeling that anything she handled that way ever truly got resolved. It was emotional camoflage by way of exaggeration, surrender and caricature. Is there a word for this kind of cop-out?
Anyway, I don't mind when people tell me about their problems. I honestly enjoy helping people troubleshoot their problems and be happier. But if you plan to throw my advice away without considering it or would just prefer me to function as an audience for your very own Greek tragedy (with you as the star, of course), please let me know in advance so I won't embarrass both of us by trying to actually help.
In the end I felt kind of sad for blowing up over the initial "pfft, you dont need meds for that" comment. If I'd known from the start why they were so fixated on the power of positive thinking, I wouldn't have hassled the person. They weren't ready for honest self-examination and now I feel like a bully for trying to make them see something they're trying hard NOT to see. You know what I mean?
But wouldn't it be so rad and awesome if it were so easy to overcome shit as that? If you could just bury your anger and not have it come back to bite you on your ass... if you could blame everything on your shitty childhood and not have to pay for it... if you could wish yourself well just by wanting it bad enough. Goddamn, I want THAT illness.
At the end of the day I really do love this world. We humans are all so quirky and lovable and flawed. We're nowhere near as unique as we think we are, but even our clichés deserve affection for being so damn human. I want to give us all a huge hug sometimes for just being what we are.
Coming from the codependent background of my youth, though, I also find it hard at other times to stop myself from grabbing fucked up people to just shake the stupid out of them. I sometimes lack empathy and patience for human weakness in myself or others. And then I turn around and lambast others for being heartless. It's crazy, but at least I'm aware of the tendency and can fight it.
Every year I spend on this planet takes me closer to finally being able to love what I am--human and weak and flawed--because it is human and weak and flawed. In the long run, I reckon the only solution will be to just accept the negative shit and move on. So maybe the person was right about transcending pain, albeit in an entirely different context from the one they intended.
Therapy appointment tomorrow. I wonder what exciting new headmeat disorders we'll discover this time!
Last night, you see, marks the first time I was told, (and I quote), "pfft you dont need meds for that" by somebody who barely knows me or my situation. From what I've heard from other people with this diagnosis, that's how you know you have arrived.
This person then went on to describe how it "takes a lot of work" to transcend pain and illness, but they can do it just fine, even though their case is beyond severe. They went on to inform me that psychiatry is a lie, 100% of people alive today have ADHD, and that it's better to repress unpleasantness than deal with it, because as long as you're okay with being different, no amount of mental illness can overcome willpower. And even if it does, so what? I'm cuh-RAY-zee, deal with it you jerks! ^___^
Yeah, I think I'll stick with the licensed therapist and whatever pills my doctor thinks may be effective as a last resort. Which is what it is--you think I didn't spent my entire life trying to FORCE me to be okay so I wouldn't have to take drugs? I struggled as hard as I could for my entire life just to make it up to mediocre on my own. But just because I was expending energy didn't mean that iron wall was any closer to breaking. I avoided despair by lying to myself for a long time about how I was getting closer. Every little improvement was a breakthrough. Any minute now, I told myself, any second I'll start seeing cracks. Just a little harder.
It's tough to give up on an investment like that, and admit you've failed. Not only that you've failed, but that you actually wasted all that time on something unwinnable. Your 400-hour game of Pitfall for the Atari is never going to end with credits. QQ noob; the battle is over and you fucking lost.
It's fucking terrible to slump down and say "I quit" because you just can't make yourself push anymore. And if, in your time of acceptance, some Mary Sue success story happens to come skipping along to give you shit for not being strong enough, you're not going to be happy with that.
I don't think the person intended to hit this button in me, but that's what you risk when you pass judgment on the circumstances of somebody you don't know and start laughing off their problems because how your issues are ten billion times worse, but all it takes for you is some willpower and hard work. (Poof, problem gone, now why didn't I think of that?)
Over the course of the argument that ensued, it came out a bit at a time just how badly messed up this person's outlook was. Without getting into details, let me just say that they reminded me of me, only a version of me that was in love with myself and didn't much care about anyone else. A version of me that actively wanted to get worse. I tried to urge them to get help, but it was like arguing with a magic 8 ball. There was an excuse or sob story for every option, and where those didn't cut it, the person fell back on the old "yay crazy wacky monkey pie doom" mental illness trendiness as a defense mechanism.
People in denial have this horrible tendency, when their treasured assault against reality falls short and they have nothing left, to pretend to "own" their damage before you can call them on it. Smokers and drug addicts do this a lot, most noticeably when they brag about how they'll die young. They can't handle the reality, so they turn it into a joke that they can confront without actually confronting it.
My mom used to do it. She'd threaten suicide when she was criticized or throw a huge self-hate party and talk about how worthless she was. You couldn't argue with her because she'd just hand you her dignity right off the bat, and I never got the feeling that anything she handled that way ever truly got resolved. It was emotional camoflage by way of exaggeration, surrender and caricature. Is there a word for this kind of cop-out?
Anyway, I don't mind when people tell me about their problems. I honestly enjoy helping people troubleshoot their problems and be happier. But if you plan to throw my advice away without considering it or would just prefer me to function as an audience for your very own Greek tragedy (with you as the star, of course), please let me know in advance so I won't embarrass both of us by trying to actually help.
In the end I felt kind of sad for blowing up over the initial "pfft, you dont need meds for that" comment. If I'd known from the start why they were so fixated on the power of positive thinking, I wouldn't have hassled the person. They weren't ready for honest self-examination and now I feel like a bully for trying to make them see something they're trying hard NOT to see. You know what I mean?
But wouldn't it be so rad and awesome if it were so easy to overcome shit as that? If you could just bury your anger and not have it come back to bite you on your ass... if you could blame everything on your shitty childhood and not have to pay for it... if you could wish yourself well just by wanting it bad enough. Goddamn, I want THAT illness.
At the end of the day I really do love this world. We humans are all so quirky and lovable and flawed. We're nowhere near as unique as we think we are, but even our clichés deserve affection for being so damn human. I want to give us all a huge hug sometimes for just being what we are.
Coming from the codependent background of my youth, though, I also find it hard at other times to stop myself from grabbing fucked up people to just shake the stupid out of them. I sometimes lack empathy and patience for human weakness in myself or others. And then I turn around and lambast others for being heartless. It's crazy, but at least I'm aware of the tendency and can fight it.
Every year I spend on this planet takes me closer to finally being able to love what I am--human and weak and flawed--because it is human and weak and flawed. In the long run, I reckon the only solution will be to just accept the negative shit and move on. So maybe the person was right about transcending pain, albeit in an entirely different context from the one they intended.
Therapy appointment tomorrow. I wonder what exciting new headmeat disorders we'll discover this time!
August 9, 2008
Pay Attention To The Fucking Road
My best friend Rain just got in a bike crash and fucked up her face because some bitch in a minivan failed to yield right-of-way.
She reacted in time to crash the bike instead of being run over, and while she was lying on the ground in pain, the lady driver asked her "Are you okay?" When Rain didn't get up or respond, what do you think the cunt did?
Right! The cunt drove off. Because that's what you do when you cause an accident and the victim isn't moving.
I am so fucking angry right now. What the hell.
Rain, I suspect this is worth filing a police report. I keep having near-misses thanks to assfaces who don't pay attention to the road or the laws, so I've started taking a camera with me so I can get the license plate in case it happens again.
What a shitty birthday present.
She reacted in time to crash the bike instead of being run over, and while she was lying on the ground in pain, the lady driver asked her "Are you okay?" When Rain didn't get up or respond, what do you think the cunt did?
Right! The cunt drove off. Because that's what you do when you cause an accident and the victim isn't moving.
I am so fucking angry right now. What the hell.
Rain, I suspect this is worth filing a police report. I keep having near-misses thanks to assfaces who don't pay attention to the road or the laws, so I've started taking a camera with me so I can get the license plate in case it happens again.
What a shitty birthday present.
July 24, 2008
Dick Move
So we went and rode around town today, because they're having some weird festival thing in the middle of town where the streets are blocked off to cars so the vendors can set up. Crazy Days, I think it's called. The Captain was having a great time, and a police officer tried to pet him as we rolled by. He missed because the Captain appears to be a Personal Bubble Ninja, but it was still pretty cute.
We were almost back to regular traffic when I noticed there were a bunch of really nice vintage cars lined up outside the pizza parlor. People were looking at the cars, so we slowed down to watch. One guy was running his car, but dogs don't like loud roaring noises so we moved on.
The fucking driver waited until we were right behind his car and then gunned it as high and loud as it would go, in one long sustained ear-splitting rev. The engine noise was so loud and shrill it hurt my ears and made my skull vibrate. The Captain lost his shit and panicked. He jumped in front of the bike and I hit the brakes and knocked us over. He tried to drag the bike away, all the while to the sound of this guy's roaring engine ten feet away. A couple of people seemed about to come over or say something, but they went back to what they were doing as I got up and very carefully put the normal leash on the Captain to lead him away from the shrieking engine noise. It went on and on and on.
Then, as soon as we were out of the immediate area, the guy with the vintage car stopped revving his engine. What the fuck?
We were almost back to regular traffic when I noticed there were a bunch of really nice vintage cars lined up outside the pizza parlor. People were looking at the cars, so we slowed down to watch. One guy was running his car, but dogs don't like loud roaring noises so we moved on.
The fucking driver waited until we were right behind his car and then gunned it as high and loud as it would go, in one long sustained ear-splitting rev. The engine noise was so loud and shrill it hurt my ears and made my skull vibrate. The Captain lost his shit and panicked. He jumped in front of the bike and I hit the brakes and knocked us over. He tried to drag the bike away, all the while to the sound of this guy's roaring engine ten feet away. A couple of people seemed about to come over or say something, but they went back to what they were doing as I got up and very carefully put the normal leash on the Captain to lead him away from the shrieking engine noise. It went on and on and on.
Then, as soon as we were out of the immediate area, the guy with the vintage car stopped revving his engine. What the fuck?
July 16, 2008
"Not just different, my dear — prettier!"
Wow.
Remember that post I made yesterday about that stupid book that's all over the news? The one that teaches little girls that plastic surgery is painful and scary but will make you pretty so it's worth it?
Turns out the Onion already did it, and did it better.
Real life imitating satire, right down to some uncannily similar turns of phrase.
July 15, 2008
This Shit Is Bananas
There is now a children's book that explains that Mommy is kind of like a butterfly, because she starts out as a chubby bundle of inadequacy, goes into a cocoon of scary and risky surgical procedures, and comes out worthy of love. GIRL POWER!
Don't let TV and magazines get the jump on poisoning your daughter's confidence--buy her this book today and let her hear the bad news from someone she trusts.
July 1, 2008
Ogrish: The Exhibition
I've been following the Bodies: The Exhibition scandal off-and-on for a few years now, ever since I heard where their cadavers actually came from (torture voyeurism squick). Looks like there have finally been some developments:
Good times, good times.
Body Worlds is where it's at, anyway. Ten thousand clamoring pre-cadavers on a waiting list can't be wrong!
May 29 (Bloomberg) -- Premier Exhibitions Inc., a leading provider of museum exhibitions around the world, settled a probe by New York Attorney General Andrew Cuomo over the origin of the cadavers in ``Bodies ... The Exhibition'' in New York City.
Premier will put $50,000 in escrow to provide ticket refunds to customers who say they wouldn't have attended the exhibition if they had known the questionable origins of the bodies and parts it displays, Cuomo said today in a statement.
The agreement ``brings an end to Premier's practice of using bodies of undocumented origins in their exhibitions,'' according to the statement. Premier must obtain documentation of the cause of death and origins of any new cadavers and body parts displayed in New York City, along with proof of consent. For any human remains already obtained, Premier must let people know it can't confirm they didn't belong to Chinese prisoners who may have been tortured and executed, as some advocacy groups have charged.
``Premier Exhibitions has profited from displaying the remains of individuals who may have been tortured and executed in China,'' Cuomo said in the statement. ``Despite repeated denials, we now know that Premier itself cannot demonstrate the circumstances that led to the death of the individuals.''
Katherine Morgenstern, a spokeswoman for Premier, said that Cuomo subpoenaed the Atlanta-based company in February seeking information on how the bodies in the exhibit were obtained.
Good times, good times.
Body Worlds is where it's at, anyway. Ten thousand clamoring pre-cadavers on a waiting list can't be wrong!
June 30, 2008
OMG CNN WTF
Remember that "White skin still the best, study finds" headline CNN had on its front page last year?
I am now convinced that they're doing it on purpose.
Turns out the story is about a host club. It's a romantic tearoom Disney princess fantasy with good-looking English-speaking guys. I didn't see any groveling.
And since it takes place in Japan, CNN sent their Asian newscaster to do the video report. She's Korean, but never mind that because all look same anyway. CNN uses her in every Asian puff piece, whether her role is to eat lo-mein, model a kimono or play with a robot doggie for the camera.
I don't necessarily believe that's a huge problem taken strictly on its own merit, but it's part of a larger phenomenon that I feel deserves to be acknowledged. Also, I wonder what the reporter thinks about it, if indeed she thinks about it at all beyond thye level of "WHEEEE THEY LET ME GO ON THE TELLY!"
Don't miss the bonus laff: For a limited time only, you can buy the 'groveling' headline as a T-SHIRT! Now where'd I put my wallet?
I am now convinced that they're doing it on purpose.
Turns out the story is about a host club. It's a romantic tearoom Disney princess fantasy with good-looking English-speaking guys. I didn't see any groveling.
And since it takes place in Japan, CNN sent their Asian newscaster to do the video report. She's Korean, but never mind that because all look same anyway. CNN uses her in every Asian puff piece, whether her role is to eat lo-mein, model a kimono or play with a robot doggie for the camera.
I don't necessarily believe that's a huge problem taken strictly on its own merit, but it's part of a larger phenomenon that I feel deserves to be acknowledged. Also, I wonder what the reporter thinks about it, if indeed she thinks about it at all beyond thye level of "WHEEEE THEY LET ME GO ON THE TELLY!"
Don't miss the bonus laff: For a limited time only, you can buy the 'groveling' headline as a T-SHIRT! Now where'd I put my wallet?
June 10, 2008
So, So Wrong
OMG CNN WTF?
13-year-old alleged child porn victim: Innocent victim or dirty slut?
Hi, this is 2008. Your virgin/whore dichotomy called and it wants its age of consent back.
13-year-old alleged child porn victim: Innocent victim or dirty slut?
Hi, this is 2008. Your virgin/whore dichotomy called and it wants its age of consent back.
June 3, 2008
Pseudo-Feminist Media Meltdown
Here I was, being all smug and superior and thinking my "The Giving Tree was a Metaphor for Incest" theory was such hot shit. But now I've been blown right out of the water by this very stable chick's deconstruction of the phallocentric womyn-skewering feminism's-good-works-undoing pornography that is Firefly:
In which Wash is a seething rageaholic and Joss Whedon sexually assaults his wife
I just have to marvel at this rare glimpse at what Firefly would be like if we lived in a parallel universe where shrimp didn't exist, up was down and batshit was sane. It's just fucking bizarre. I did try, but she lost me right around the time the words "most" "sex" "is" and "rape" appeared in a single sentence.
Mind your manners if you go over there, now. You know that one guy at the zoo who gets really drunk and tries to climb over the tiger exhibit wall and gets eaten by psychotic pseudo-feminists? Yeah. Don't be that guy.
In which Wash is a seething rageaholic and Joss Whedon sexually assaults his wife
I just have to marvel at this rare glimpse at what Firefly would be like if we lived in a parallel universe where shrimp didn't exist, up was down and batshit was sane. It's just fucking bizarre. I did try, but she lost me right around the time the words "most" "sex" "is" and "rape" appeared in a single sentence.
Mind your manners if you go over there, now. You know that one guy at the zoo who gets really drunk and tries to climb over the tiger exhibit wall and gets eaten by psychotic pseudo-feminists? Yeah. Don't be that guy.
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