YouTube is crushing the mainstream media with regards to the Iran protests.

Seattle Times; Iranian protester killed after opposition rally:
One man was killed and several others were wounded in the worst violence since the disputed election Friday.
Gives you the impression of restraint, somewhat, doesn't it? An aside before we get to more press-bashing:
Although he said he had no way of knowing whether the election was valid, Obama praised protesters and Iranian youth who questioned the results. "The world is watching and is inspired by their participation, regardless of what the ultimate outcome of the election was," he said.
Regardless of what the ultimate outcome of the election was? I can understand being noncommittal, which seems to have been the strategy up until this statement was issued. That isn't noncommittal, that's mealy-mouthed. I am rather disappointed. Back to press-bashing. There is a YouTube channel put up by ahriman46. The paper tells us:
The dead man, wearing a white shirt and khaki pants, lay sprawled on the sidewalk with blood from a head wound spilling onto the pavement.

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Shoreline Library

All in all, I am fairly impressed with the Shoreline Library. Best bathrooms of all the libraries around here, a nice, large airy feeling to it, and its open from 10 AM to 9 PM daily. For a guy that hangs around libraries as much as I do, you'd think I'd read more, but...

Well, the world is looking up.

My 401k is 20% up on the year. I found out today that I sold $20k worth of work to a shipyard up north. My main competitor fired the guy on their staff that is my direct counterpart. I've got work booked well into June. The Dodge book is at 168 pages this week.

It still feels real tenuous, but better.

Comments off.

At least for unauthenticated users. Authenticated users might still be able to comment, but frankly I'm not sure.

The way I had it setup wasn't completely spam-proof, and some would appear from time to time.

Since I have less time to deal with this site, I have less time to deal with spam. When I find a nice, easy solution, I'll turn the comments back on. Or when I have the time to find a mean, complicated solution, I'll turn the comments back on.

Right now, I've neither.

If you want to comment on something I've said, you could try emailing me. My first name at this domain name will work, but it might take some time for me to read, as I don't check that account on anything approaching a regular basis.

For those that didn't get to read the Chrysler story.

"I believe the car originally belonged to my Aunt Betsy, who was born in Wisconsin in 1931, and later migrated to California in 1954, while engaged to my Uncle Talbert.
She had a Tabby cat named Blinky, who died in the spring of 57. Blinky had 6 kittens in 1955, all of whom she regrettably gave away at a fair in Modesto. The cats where never seen or heard from again. Betsy left Modesto in 1963, approximately at the time she allegedly helped purchase the car for her lover, Benson, whom Talbert was unaware of. Unbeknownst to Betsy at that period, a second Tabby cat, also named Blinky, gave birth to 8 kittens, who had made a home in the Chrysler, while it was parked in the garage of Bensons home, hidden from Uncle Talbert. Talbert took ill in 1966, quite suspiciously I was informed, and he later expired from the odd illness in 1967. Meanwhile the Chryslers interior had been moderately tattered from the matured cats, 3 of whom had made the car their permanent home.
Betsy and Benson seperated ways in 1971, and Betsy took the Chrysler, and the two remaining cats, Philby and Jessup, with her to Berkeley. It was then that Betsy unfortunately became addicted to pain-killers, and the Chrysler
was parked in a storage facility in Oakland for several years. Although Philby loyally stayed with Betsy, Jessup disappeared. Philby passed away in 1984, and Betsy was devastated.
For reasons unknown, Betsy became obsessed with the 2 barrel carburetor of the Chrysler, and took it off the engine, and carried in her purse for the next 12 years. She eerily named the carburetor Jessup, after her beloved missing cat, and she was finally admitted to a rehabilitation center in 1996. The Chrysler was removed from storage in Oakland, and later transported to Talberts sisters home in Richmond. While packing Betsys household items for storage, her

Best Craigslist Ad I've seen in awhile.

It involves a 1963 Chrysler, various cats, a 2-bbl carb and a bowl of jello.

Here.

Two children, that's it! No soup for you!

I am of the opinion that many (not most, not all) leading environmentalists are rather anti-human, as a rule.

For instance, if you seriously think that couples should stop after their second child and not have any more, then I think you have a problem.

Like this fellow.

Because the two extremes of the argument spring immediately to mind: First, that China's doing so well with that One Child policy of theirs, and second, that in most western nations, population replacement is somewhere over two children per family.

Stuck in a tunnel.

Too, too funny:

"Seattle Mayor Greg Nickels was unable to reach the inauguration ceremony for President Barack Obama, because his route was blocked inside a tunnel."

~snip~

"A few local wags found symbolism in the fact that Nickels, who favors a multi-billion dollar tunnel to replace the Alaskan Way Viaduct, found himself stuck in a tunnel. "That's absolutely ridiculous," his spokesman said."

Why, yes, it is.

"You can't handle the truth!"

The interesting news article of the day:

David Iglesias is going back to Guantanamo. Iglesias, you may remember, was one of the eight infamously fired US Attorneys of the Bush Administration, along with so-called Professor McDreamy of Seattle U. Or is that allegedly so-called? Whatever.

But Ben Smith there of Politico tells me something I didn't know:

"The move has doubly powerful symbolism: Iglesias is recently famous for being fired for refusing to compromise his political independence, but he knows Guantanamo Bay well: He was the Navy defense lawyer played by Tom Cruise in the film, "A Few Good Men.""

I saw that movie on the evening of December 18, 1992. I remember that quite well. The next evening I spent in MCAS El Toro waiting to get on a C-5 that would ultimately take me to Mogadishu. Before that movie, I'd never heard of anything called a Code Red.

Now its a flavor of Mountain Dew. And children born the month that I went to Somalia will be eligible to enlist this December.