“Homeless, wino, history of evil… let’s just say he’s a fixer-upper.”

broderic on September 15, 2009

Link of the Day [9.15.09]Capitalism eats itself as well as its young, old and every one in between. It doesn't care about you. It doesn't care about your job or your house or your kids' schooling. It does what it does efficiently and ruthlessly. It's growth is unrelenting. It will make you happy for a while, but eventually it will make you sad. Don't say that there were no warning signs. Don't say that no one could've predicted. Someone can and did by just looking at how things work, extrapolating this to the future, and realizing it will destroy us.It is a cylce of destruction, and once we realize that we need to oversee this cycle to make it less destructive, we will realize that someone other than the Market should help.http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2009/09/13/why_capitalism_fails?mode=PF

“My boss is pretty strict, so I can’t get any of you free food, except for Bill.”

broderic on September 12, 2009

Link of the Day [9.12.09]

You need to know how other countries can provide health coverage to all their citizens for cheaper than the US. Watch this Frontline to compare. It’s amazing that they can provide for their citizens. Perhaps, the difference is that their citizens aren’t as selfish or that their citizens aren’t as stupid as us. We’ll not do right by our less fortunate.

Just take a gander. It’ll help you understand that we really need to change.

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/sickaroundtheworld/

“Morning, wage apes.”

broderic on September 11, 2009

Link of the Day [9.11.09]

Do you know that today is a palindrome day? Just look about nine-eleven-nine! Sweet!

But I just want bento.

I’m thinking about making these for lunch. The lady who runs the site says it helps her to lose weight. You just buy one of the smaller bento boxes for kids and it would help you on portion size. I have some of the plastic boxes from glad which I put lunch in, and their problem is that they’re more for storage rather than portions. So they’re larger than one plate of lunch. You end up putting in too much food, and you end up stuffed at work looking for a place to nap.

I’m thinking of adding bento boxes for my lunch. I’m gonna have to get a few bento boxes to alternate. Perhaps I’ll get them from tomorrow’s LOTD — if there is one.

http://justbento.com/

“Conviction later overturned when new evidence showed that the defendent was not drunk but merely the world’s number one Rangers fan…”

broderic on September 9, 2009

… returning HOME from the GREATEST overtime WIN in the HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE”

Link of the Day [9.09.09]

The upside down devil day? Jeez, loueez!

Anyhow. Apple looks to update something today. Everyone’s calling for new iPods. How about upgrading iPhone storage capacity? 64 GB? Would make the switch instantly. But today’s just iPod day so this ain’t going to happen.

http://www.apple.com/itunes/

“1989. Again. Drunk and disorderly. Case dismissed.”

broderic on September 9, 2009

I saw that margeeboo at the FishTank tweeted about some strange dreams. I had one last night, was going to blog about it this morning, but just getting to write it up just now. I don’t think it had Mary Poppins, but it was strange as all dreams are. And since we’re at the start of the school year, it’s setting is appropriate…

I’m back in school. College I believe, but an amalgamation of my two undergrad alma maters. Stick TU on the UM campus, but have MD weather. Yeah. It felt like fall, but there were palm trees.

I’m taking a large lecture class. I notice the cute girls. One is Asian. She’s not been in any of my dreams. I don’t even think I know her. Just generic cute Asian girl. We don’t meet. Class ends.

Next class. I’m sitting at the end of the aisle. She’s behind me with her friend.

Then she starts rubbing my head. It’s my close shaved melon she’s digging. She does it three times. The first I don’t care. The second is annoying. The third I have to turn around and check her out. Generic cute Asian dream girl. Vietnamese maybe? Class ends.

She says something, “I thought so.” Smug. Condescending. Looking to get a rise from me. I say nada. She tries again. I confront, but don’t win. She stares me down. (this parts the hazy part from several hours later.) I’m running away figuratively.

I’m back at the dorms (Stanfor Residential College) bringing home a case of beer. I go to the front, but the doors are locked some kind of security screw up. I go around to the secondary entrance. UM friends are manning the security desks. They haven’t aged one bit. I get on the elevator, looking at this beer, and thinking that it’ll be making me fat.