growing up ftw?

Wow, Turkey just won against Croatia in an amazing game. The first 90 minutes were incredibly boring, it was 0-0. BUT in the final 30 minutes, like at 20 minutes Croatia scored, then at 29:59 Turkey equalized and penalty kicks ensued, Turkey ended up winning. Apparently it was the second time in the tourney that Turkey pulled out a victory from the jaws of defeat. They are blessed, apparently. Maybe they can pull out an EU membership from the jaws of Asian mediocrity.

Also, I’ve always thought this was an interesting saying:
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things (The First Epistle of Paul the Apostle to the Corinthians 13)

Growing up FTW?

dance party

Apparently the former guitarist of Silversun Pickups was fired for setting the lead singer’s sweater on fire. That’s really really funny to me.

“My sweater! Noooooo!”

From yesterday

I’m sitting here at 9PM on Monday writing you from the future. I’ve been up for 24 hours now but I can never go to bed at 9, it has to be at least 10. My day started in Las Vegas puking into a toilet at the Paris hotel. It had been a good dinner party the night before. Miranda and Keith had a World of Warcraft wedding cake made and I complemented it with a bottle or so of red.

So anyways 16 hours later I landed in Tokyo. The weather isn’t too bad, 70s and cloudy, and Japan is just like out of the movies. All modern, but with a Japanese twist on everything. Rice paddies instead of soy. I was proud of myself for being able to get a bus ticket out to Tsukuba without any problems, and actually end up here, 2 hours away from the airport. My coworker picked me up from the bus station and we went and had donburi, or basically deep fried pork. It was awesome, as you might imagine. The tea they served was also kick ass. I wish I had remembered to bring my Japanese etiquette book. I hope I am not too unintentionally rude.

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Here at the hotel I have a fancy toilet in the bathroom, with automatic seat warmer and built-in bidet. It’s been kinda fun to use. The bath frightens me though, although since it is private my shame will be my own. I’m just not exactly sure what the correct procedure is. I know you are supposed to shower before hand, but the shower is sort of over the room part. It’s pretty interesting actually. I’ll explore it tomorrow morning and write a report.

Herez To You Hillary

WisCon Rumble!

So Jezebel referred me to a massive Internet war going on between an SA splinter group (SASS) and a group of feminist science fiction types, which apparently tends to mean fat and on the lesbian side, not that there is anything wrong with that. But anyway some femgoon attended and wrote up a very snarky post complete with pictures about the ladies at the convention. The pictures were blurred, but there were some incredibly pissed off fat women who decided to KEEP IT REAL, ala Dave Chappelle.

How real? Well, they:

a) found out where she worked and tried to get her fired.
b) found out where she was attending grad school and tried to get her expelled
c) found her parents phone number and started making harassing phone calls
d) made Internet threats to her life

Internet, serious business indeed. Somehow Jezebel ignores the vicious retaliation to do some bs generalizations and stereo-typings of their own in some pseudo-psychological analysis of the femgoon. Apparently the femgoon is a bulimic, or something like that, according to SASS. Her messed up body image probably has a lot to do with the most vitriolic comments, not some general anti-fat feeling among disillusioned suburban kids, or whatever noice Jezebel was spewing. But honestly, who cares what some random people on the Internet think of you? Trying to ruin someone’s life for some stupid post on SA is absolutely disgusting.

SASS thread

Jezebel