The verdict is in - I will pay Thomas $19.95 a year. One week, and absolutely no spam.
Conclusion Sunday, July 27, 2003
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels! Friday, July 25, 2003
Canada.com, used to have a place for Charlottetown. It suddenly is the “Maritimes”. I suppose Charlottetown has become less important for some $economic$ reason.
Despite the fact that Canada.com’s implimentation of their web pages sucks big-time (flashing and overly ad-filled), I could put up with that for the sake of having a resonable (though greatly stripped-down version) of the Guardian. Now Charlottetown is a small part of something I have no interest in. I don’t think too much of Charlottetwon.com in the first place.
How can I now keep up with who’s just died with no more “Deaths” section! How will morbid curiosity be satisfied?
A great new conspiracy theory! Thursday, July 24, 2003
Why not use the gas? Why were Saddam’s sons killed and not captured? As always, Metafilter is on the case.
Blatant Opinionating re:RIAA Thursday, July 24, 2003
I’m not going to piss around about this: The RIAA is a huge government-sactioned parasite which sucks the music industry’s life blood from the artists and consumers. It could do what it does for musicians for an awful lot less money and without contracting musicians to slavery.
The real problem is how they want to prosecute, fine and jail our childeren.
Question: Why would you all let these assholes do this to your childeren?
A question I occasionally ask myself Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Can birds smile?
The beginning of the end? Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Howard Dean asks 16 relevant questions of President Bush.
They are good questions!
Robert E. Lee’s farewell address - 1865 Tuesday, July 22, 2003
I don’t recall ever being required to read this in school:
“After four years of arduous service marked by unsurpassed courage and fortitude, the Army of Norther Virginia has been compelled to yield to overwhelming numbers and resources.
I need not tell the brave survivors of some many hard fought battles who have remained steadfast to the last that I have consented to this result from no distrust of them.
But feeling that valor and devotion could accomplish nothing that could compensate for the loss that must have attended the continuance of the contest, I determined to avoid the useless sacrifice of those whose past services have endeared them to their countrymen.
By the terms of the agreement, officers and men can return to their homes and remain until exchanged. You will take with you the satisfaction that proceeds from a consciousness of duty faithfully performed; and I earnestly pray that a Merciful God will extend to you His blessings and protection.
With an unceasing admiration of your constancy and devotion to your Country, and a grateful remembrance of your kind and generous consideration for myself, I bid you all an affectionate farewell.”
R.E. Lee
Genl
After 36 hours of use Sunday, July 20, 2003
After 36 hours of use I have had one spam get through and that was because I permitted it. Thus, if not for pilot error, I would have been spam free. Quite amazing. The only negative I can see is that you need an account for each e-mail address you maintain. This can be easily overcome by just having all mail forwarded to one account and allowing Knowspam to accept mail which is addressed to the forwarding server.
recollections Saturday, July 19, 2003
I grew up in logging camps in upstate New York. Summers were often spent back in the Adirondack wilderness 20 or more miles from civilization. The French Canadian logger was a much sought after employee. These guys were incredible workers, did not care much for conventional wisdom, and could party like no one I have ever encountered. I remember one morning when Pierre (I really can’t recall his name), wanted fresh trout for breakfast. He grabbed a couple of sticks of dynamite (used back in the woods for what I cannot recall), and blew hell out of a beaver dam. As the water dropped, he waded in an netted enough trout for the whole camp.
Apparently the French Canadian loggers were working on PEI about the same time. I was told a storey yesterday about 4 loggers from Quebec who had been working in the woods for a month and “came out” to Georgetown for a little R&R. Apparently, on leaving he local legion they needed a ride and decided to take the green Chrysler parked in the lot with the keys in the ignition. They were so drunk, that the maximum speed was reported as a careful 10 MPH. The owner of the car, realizing that his prize Chrysler had been ‘borrowed’ by the loggers called the RCMP.
Enter the first woman RCMP officer on PEI (a robust lass I am told - badly in need of a shave). She stopped the loggers, proceed to give them a dose of real Mountie hell and was about to cart them off to jail. One of the loggers jumped out the back door, grabbed herself in a bearhug while the other guys grabbed her handcuffs and pulled her torso through the window. At that point they cuffed her to the steering while and rolled the window up far enough so are lower body was outside the vehicle and her torso was in the car.
At that point, feeling incredibly proud of themselves they dropped her trousers to the ankles and scampered off to the woods - never to be seen in PEI again.
Writing, speaking and confusion Saturday, July 19, 2003
I overheard a local politician singing the praises of a public figure and how, when he spoke, you could actually see an image of the subject matter in your head.
How we perceive things (almost everything) interests me. A gifted writer, to me, invokes the same in me. Some people just seem to have the ability to communicate in writing in such a way as to allow me to actually see the image of what they are writing about.
I suspect that everyone will respond differently to a particular writer - and the writer who finds a high common denominator in people ends up being seen as a gifted communicator. I wonder what the right combination is?