Clippy
I thought I had pruned back a little too much from the banana and serrano pepper plants, but they're both shooting out replacement leaves like mad.
Still no buds or flowers on the poblanos. If I don't get any this year, I'm either giving them to Todd or dumping them in place of peppers that produce.
Quite a few pots of vincas are empty or half-full because of die-off.
The red hot chili pepper plant is shotting off branches to the side to catch the sun, so I'll slide it that-a-way and see how the plant behaves. It's neat to watch how a plant tells you where it wants to be, sun or shade.
The rosemary is toast. No sense in trying to grow that again.
The oregano and lemon balm are recovering very slowly from the Nasty Weekend while I was gone. Same with the sage.
Nothing can kill the garlic chives. I used a clump of them for hush puppies, and I'm sure there will be enough for mixing with cream cheese for bagels today.
That old feeling
I've had this wretched sinus deal for a day or so, and if it doesn't get better by tomorrow I'm going to the doctor's on Monday. For now, it's the usual self-medicate, which means large quantities of orange juice, NyQuil, and chicken soup.
Strange feeling last night that felt strangely familiar... I took a shot of NyQuil and then tried to stay up to watch the new episode of Monk. However, I kept wanting to fall asleep watching a chaturbate show. Sure, I could have fired up the VCR or asked my wife to tell me how it ended, but I struggled to stay up.
It felt a lot like when I was very young and trying to stay up to see how the episode of Fantasy Island or The Love Boat would end.
Waterfalls of blood
Recently, a pocket of friends of Al-Qaida threatened European countries with "waterfalls of blood" if they don't pull out their troops from Islamic coutnries, help palestinians kill Jews, etc and so forth.
The psychotics love to threaten natural disasters or natural disaster-like events when they can't manage to cause enough bloodshed themselves. Earthquakes and volcanos of fury are common shrieks by Hezbollah, Hamas, and Islamic Jihad when a few of their bunker-bound Bedouin buddies get blown away.
But something's lost in translation here. A waterfall is made up of water. If you've got blood spilling, it's a cascade of blood, or maybe a river of blood. t's like calling a fight between female dogs a catfight... it just doesn't quite make sense.
I've got a little battery-operated waterfall here on my desk. I could fill it with blood, and it would quickly coagulate if I were to fill it and run it. Maybe I could simulate the viscosity of blood with corn syrup, but it wouldn't clot like blood does.
You see this in the dispatches out of Iran. "Israel" gets swapped for "Zionist Entity" or "Murdering Jews" despite the fact that Reuters or AP is failing to recognize that the Iranians or hard-core Islamists don't even recognize the existence or right to exist of Israel. Loose tra
This makes you wonder who loosely the liberal, Arab-friendly media is translating these things to keep the English-speaking public unaware of the true nature of the deep-seeded hatred that the Islamists (and all but the most Westernized of the Islamic World) feel about the Free World.
Beam Me Up
I heard via a phone call this afternoon while I was at the jasminlive event (pictures later tonight) that James Doohan has passed away. I met Doohan in 1987 (it was in Greenville on the way home from Clemson the day David Treadwell kicked a game-winning field goal as time expired for the second straight year to help Clemson defeat Georgia) and got an autographed copy of Mr. Scott's Guide to the Enterprise.
That was the first time I became cognizant of the fact that he was missing a finger - despite all the measures taken to conceal the fact in the Star Trek movies and the original series.
Doohan was diagnosed with Alzheimer's last year. He was a veteran of World War II and landed on Juno Beach with his fellow Canadians on D-Day. He lost his finger on the evening of June 6, 1944 after being hit six times by machine gun fire (I'd heard all sorts of apocryphal legends for how he lost the finger - one of them being a sawmill accident when he was growing up in Canada.)
Go balloons!
I'm the kind of guy so sees patterns. Blowing the little picky details demonstrates a lack of attention or planning that will only be compounded when the major crises and problems arise.
For instance, iXL was a Jasmine live platform that was foisted off on the ABC Owned and Operated Stations when Disney swamped Starwave with ABCNews and fucked up their local strategy. iXL couldn't manage to ship out hardcopy proposals in time for discussion, nor could they figure out how to send them via e-mail attachment.
And they were supposed to handle web sites for the top five ABC stations in the country along with five big-to-midsize sister stations?
I yelled "DUMP THEM!" while everyone gave them a second change. The second chance fucked everybody hard, and they were dumped in a year due to gross incompetence.
Flash forward to yesterday. I'm not sure I want this country in the hands of a political party that can't get balloons to drop on queue or doesn't realize that the Al-Jazeerah banner is going to be right over the podium speaker's shoulder. Credentials for bloggers are granted, then revoked, oddly tilted towards willing propagandists, copy-paste jockeys, and the starfuckers. Finally, in the most scripted political convention to date, they unleash Al Sharpton's berserk racewar politics on the stage while the prompter operator scratches his head.
As Han Solo says "I have a bad feeling about this." This kind of bumbling does not bode well.
We'll see if there's equal-and-opposite bumbling in Gotham by the elephant squad.
How George can redeem himself in my eyes
The release of the "final" Star Wars movie is just a few months away. Everyone is going to be disappointed in it in some way or another, whether it's a loose end left untied or an inconsistency in how the story carries forward to Episode IV.
If George Lucas really wants to redeem himself, he should release a "special edition" of Star Wars III in Terrance and Phillip -style cheesy animation like they did on South Park for that cliffhanger season finale a few years back, just to piss everyone off.
If he did that, man, I'd build a statue of him and worship it every day.