Trapped in an elevator...
by Tim Faircloth on Apr 29, 2008, 2:02 pm
Warning! The video below is quite graphic and disturbing. If you are faint of heart or have problems with human suffering, please do not click the link!
Trapped in an elevator… with diarrhea
To me this just reeks (no pun intended) of one of those messed up “art” pieces (like the chick that used aborted fetuses in her exhibit). I mean, there’s quite obviously a security camera in the elevator, but for some reason he’s stuck for 41 hours, after which someone else steps onto the elevator as if nothing had happened (wouldn’t want to be that guy, either).
Wow. People are just sick… and what do I do? I watch it. Seriously, what’s wrong with me?
GREEEEEEN Acres..
by Tim Faircloth on Apr 15, 2008, 5:15 pm
…is the place for me.
Don’t you just hate it when you have a song running through your head? I’ve only seen like one episode of Green Acres, but the theme song is quite distinctive and I’d be surprised if folks my age don’t know at least the first few lines of it.
Now it’s in your head, too. MUAHAHAHA!
For some reason I’ve formed a strong correlation between this particular theme song and a story I read in elementary school called The Red Heron.
It’s about a slightly retarded mentally challenged retarded (screw political correctness) boy who runs across the fresh body of a red heron while playing in the woods with his sister. The narrator describes in great detail how beautiful the bird is, sprawled out as if it were still flying, still free and alive. The next day he goes off in search of the bird, but gets lost in the woods. I also remember at one point how he tries to wind his mickey mouse watch (a task his mother usually took care of) and winds up losing the nob on the forest floor.
The reason I’m reminded of this story is because the boy would always watch the show when it came on, and it’s actually what saved him at the end. He heard the theme song in a nearby house and ran toward it into his own neighborhood, where someone spotted him and called his parents. I can’t remember, but I hope he got his watch fixed.
It’s odd what we remember from our childhood.
What’s even odder is that when I was thinking about this post it made me think of more recent times… like when I used to read Slashdot. I probably have what would be considered a low user id (524082) by now, unless the site has turned into a ghost site because it’s usually a day or two behind Digg or reddit. I stopped reading it some time ago.
That's it!
by Tim Faircloth on Apr 14, 2008, 11:01 am
I really hope there’s a libertarian candidate on the ballot this election. I’ve been alienated by pretty much every candidate that’s getting any press:
Clinton is a dirty stinkin’ liar.
McCain has a history of flip-flopping on important issues.
I chose to emphasize Obama’s problem because it just seems like a biggie. I’m a firm believer that if you outlaw guns, only outlaws will have them; the black market will always be around, and gun runners don’t care about gun laws.
It doesn’t seem so bad until you get to the third point about banning semi-automatic weapons and putting “more restrictions” on gun ownership. Want to own a Glock or a Beretta? Too bad. What if you’re a collector of World War 2 weapons and want to add a Browning Hi-Point (or a civilian Thompson) to your collection? Too bad. Like hunting migratory birds and waterfowl? Hope you can reload that shotgun pretty fast unless you’re a crack shot. Dirty Harry fan? Too bad that .44 Magnum could be considered a semi-automatic weapon.
Basically we’d be stripped down to single-shot rifles and a few break-action pistols. My dad’s $30,000 collection of guns? He’d never be able to sell or trade 80-90% of them… that’s assuming the government doesn’t decide to come in and confiscate them all.
The best defense for gun crime (or crime in general) is to put guns in the hands of honest law-abiding citizens.
2008 Olympics
by Tim Faircloth on Apr 11, 2008, 10:33 am
So, there’s been a lot of talk about boycotting the 2008 Olympics.
Well, I agree with this guy. Politics should play no part in the Olympics. We were wrong to boycott in 1980, and the Soviets were wrong to boycott in 1984.
A boycott cheats our athletes out of the thrill of competition, but it also cheats all other athletes who go thinking they’re going to face the best of the best of the best (Sir!). Let’s say we boycott and some dude from Jamaica wins the high jump or something. How does he know that there isn’t some American athlete that can jump one inch higher? What if he knew about this American dude and he trained that much harder to beat him? In truth, a boycott is a loss for the spectators as well.
The ancient Greeks would put wars on hold for the Olympics. We should at least have enough appreciation to put political struggles aside enough to show up.
Let's see... the copper caught the silicon...
by Tim Faircloth on Apr 2, 2008, 4:31 pm
Though I guess it’s pitiful that I suck at this game, given my upbringing.
I’ve managed to reliably name 50 elements, but my dad can apparently name around 60 and he’s been out of the game longer than I have… granted, he was in the game for longer than I’ve been alive, but I’m supposed to have the sharp young mind.
I find it odd that I can’t name more than two or three Alkaline Earth Metals (second column of the table), but I can get two thirds of the Actinide series. I’m frustrated by the Noble Gases because I can almost always guess all but one (curse you ununoctium, number 118!), and I almost always forget one of the Alkali Metals, even though Rubidium, Cesium, and Francium are easy for me to remember.
It’s also frustrating when you’re looking around your office for clues and find out that there are maybe five or six elements that make up almost everything you see — carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, and a few metals that you’ve probably already guessed.