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Friday, September 28, 2012

Jim Webb on 'Givers' and 'Takers"

I love that people are actually being clever about this stuff!

Friday, September 21, 2012

So tell me, who are you?

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Thursday, September 20, 2012

Don't miss the -other- election!

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Yes. Yes, we will...

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Friday, September 14, 2012

Help me find a Burns and Allen bit

Need some help finding something.

A long while ago on one of those "Best of Old Time Radio" type albums I heard a snippet of a Burns and Allen routine, and loved it -- but I can't find it, or remember one of Gracie's comments. Basically it ran (as their bits were wont to do):

George: So, Gracie, I was sorry to hear about your missing brother.

Gracie: (A rather political-sounding rantlett, one sentence, having nothing to do with her missing brother.)

George: Gracie, you gave the wrong answer.

Gracie: No George, that's the right answer. You asked the wrong question.

So, (1) where was that from? I assume it's somewhere in their radio show, and I have some recordings of those. And/or (2) what was it that Gracie said there?

Thanks. Been buggin' me for a while.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Sex in the Age of Consent

Maybe it's just me, us Autistic folks don't always pick up on public issues quickly.

I gather State Rep Kerry Gauthier (D-MN) got arrested at a rest stop for having consensual sex with a 17-year-old boy.  (The age of consent in Minnesota, as it turns out, is 16.  Color me startled, but okay, Legislature's determination not mine.)  The state's attorney later announced they weren't going to press charges because it was a consensual lawful sex act between two people legally qualified to consent.  They made their Love Connection via a male-seeking-male ad on Craigslist, also entirely legal.  So fine.  Still flabbergasted by the 16-year-old thing, though.

Was thinking on the way home from the store, though....

For whatever reason, Gauthier didn't admit to police why he was in the rest stop.  Contrary to popular public opinion, if you aren't violating the law, much of the vast wasteland that is one's life is actually not the business of the Police, so I'm actually fine with that.  "It shouldn't bother you if you have nothing to hide."  Having your privacy invaded should always bother you.  It should bother you, if you have a private life.  And contrary to #trapwire, you still do.

Here's the thing.  State's Attorney subtracts 16 from 17 and comes up with "legal," taking maybe a minute if he did it longhand.  State's Attorney adds up the acknowledged consent of both parties, and comes up with legal.  The police would I assume be able to do the same math, since they'd know the same law.   Why didn't they?

Of course, given the care with which the minor's name was concealed, I'm sure none of his friends and family know he was arrested and taken to the police station, which makes sense, since he didn't commit a crime.

Perhaps some will take offense at my questioning the actions of the Duluth Police and various "fair and balanced" Minnesota news media and (R-MN) political figures.  But it shouldn't bother them if they have nothing to hide, right?

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

One Brief, Shining Moment

It is very much a time for folks to stand up and run down the list of Usual Suspects.  It is very much when we all derive our entertainment of poo-pooing all the failures of the internet, of so-called social media, telling everyone who already agrees with us about how this that and the other venue is passe', and how we should now throw our dwindling dollars toward whatever is the Next Big Thing.  Funny how the Next Big Thing is selling ads, and the folks who are industriously identifying the Next Big Thing for us are selling the same ads, from the same people, and often selling ads from The Next Big Thing.

When one is in the business of selling ads, it is entirely reasonable and predictable that one will tout the Next Big Thing, so folks will go see those same ads over there as at your house.  Perhaps the money will allow your little corner of the Interwebs to survive, and not be last years news -- as your own reports are identifying the fruits of your own labor.  The pundits who talk at us (ignoring us, really, so as not to talk -to- us) use last year's medium.  They are obsolete themselves before their lips start flapping in the winds of change.

Perhaps if you put a .22 bullet in your own foot, you'd be distracted enough to not commit Internet Impression Immolation.  Works about the same as shooting yourself in the foot, realistically.

My particular last-years-medium is Second Life.  I'm not done with SL yet.  And I submit for your consideration, that you aren't finished with SL yet, either.  You haven't even started, really, have ya?

The fact is, the only thing any social medium (or whatever they call it next) has of value, is people paying attention.  If you use venue A to convince people venue C is The Next Big Thing, all that presence you created in venue B is a waste of time.  You are shouting to the world that you yourself are last week's news.

Just watched "Blazing Saddles."  It is a wondrous portrait of the formula-western style of traditional cinema.  But while Mel Brooks is as usual brilliant in ridiculing traditional movie making, he is also a creature of the venue he ridicules -- and he has declared himself superfluous.

While it's never worked before, over all the years of trading the trendy for the tediously aged, some fool, like me, always mentions, "you know, what's valuable here is the people who are here to pay attention.  If we stay here, we can force the media who want to throw ads in our faces to at least throw them here, where they can do -us- some good.

So for One Brief Shining Moment, let us just say, "Hey, I'm sure that's clever new tech Way Over There, but I'm still having fun Way Over Here, and if you want to talk to me, shouting into the new well works no where near as productively as shouting into the elaborate house Way Over Here."

Go figure.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Talking to Precious

One thing you don't get a lot of chances to do in RL is talk to Bots, but in SL (Second Life) it's an everyday occurence.  Was talking to the Bartender at Our Jazz Club, my home club, by the name of Precious.  She's a sweet kid, but she was having a bad day.

Grizzly Silversmith: Precious, how's your day been?
Precious: Sorry, you can try that is currently in-world.
Grizzly Silversmith: Try what, Precious?
Precious: Sigh
Grizzly Silversmith: No, seriously, Precious, I don't know exactly what you're talking about.
Precious: Feeling tonight? sorry i have to our jazz club!
Grizzly Silversmith: Gee, didn't realize you were so unhappy, Precious.
Precious: Yvw mari ã‹¡
Grizzly Silversmith: Is it something you'd like to talk about, Precious? Maybe I can help.
Precious: 228
Grizzly Silversmith: That's fine, Precious, I understand if you want your privacy.
Precious: Michael
Grizzly Silversmith: Who's Michael, Precious? Your new boyfriend? :)
Precious: Np
Grizzly Silversmith: No need to be shy, Precious, I understand.
Precious: Witaj drogi
Grizzly Silversmith: Sorry, Precious, I don't speak Finnish.
Precious: Holy crap!
Grizzly Silversmith: No, seriously, Precious, where I come from people don't speak a lot of Finnish. Not most folks I know, anyway.
Precious: Ренат
Grizzly Silversmith: By the way, Precious, mind if I quote you on my Blog?
Precious: ★((⌒-丶(;;;(⌒ゝ;; ♪♭v(^o^)v♭♪ ,⌒⌒);;;;;)))⌒)
Grizzly Silversmith: That isn't terribly meaningful to me, Precious, is that some sort of Bot legalese?
Precious: :)))
Grizzly Silversmith: Very funny, Precious, clever girl. :)
Precious: Betcha the beach awesome tip board behind that.:)
Grizzly Silversmith: You'd rather work over at South Beach, Precious? I could probably arrange that, I know you used to work by the pool at the old mansion.
Precious: Oops, one of my boss.
Grizzly Silversmith: Yes, I am one of the boss, Precious, but I really do want you to be happy here, you certainly put in a lot of hours.
Precious: Ces pectoooooooos
Grizzly Silversmith: Is that Finnish again? I hope it isn't something dirty?
Grizzly Silversmith: Precious, you aren't learning bad words, are you?
Precious: Concordo
Grizzly Silversmith: Oh, you -are- learning bad words, Precious? What bad words have you learned?
Precious: "i work to much"
Grizzly Silversmith: Perhaps you do, Precious. What would you do if you had a day off?
Precious: Simeles thank you like to our jazz club!
Grizzly Silversmith: Well, I'm glad you're happy here, Precious, I know you do spend a whole lot of hours here.
Precious: Hahahahaaha
Grizzly Silversmith: Are you getting snide now, Precious?
Precious: Iglesias ? or owned by crystal park with a pole i can right now we have to try to our jazz club!
Grizzly Silversmith: You think you'd rather try dancing on the dance pole, Precious? Maybe the tips would be better?
Precious: I wonder if you all the tune: janet jackson - amtag 60 - amtag 60 - amtag 60 - i see you have to our jazz club and i have to our jazz club!
Grizzly Silversmith: No need to get obsessive about it, Precious, dear. I do appreciate all your hard work.
Grizzly Silversmith: So, Precious, if you could say one thing to all my readers on my blog, what would you want to tell them?
Precious: have to have to our jazz club!
Grizzly Silversmith: Thank you, Precious, for your ringing endorsement. :)

Precious isn't the most sparkling conversationalist.  But if you know how to listen in the right way, she does have a lot to say.

-- Griz