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February 23, 2004

Get Over Yourselves!

I really don't understand local news. They take themselves way to seriously.

Sometime around 4:00, some guy who had a beef with with the city blew up his house and then started shooting at the rescue workers that showed up to put the fire out and help with any potential injured people. Very newsworthy story. The problem is, they devoted the entire 5:00 newscast to going back to the same three reporters who had nothing new to say after their first report. Then, they preempted the 5:30 national newscast to continue to cover the same amount of nothing that they had been for the previous half hour. After that, they spent another thirty minutes going over the same non-information during their 6:00 newscast. Now, so far during the 10:00 newscast, they keep interrupting themselves for "Breaking News", which is the same thing. Over and over.

As another example, a couple of weeks ago, Kansas City got about a foot of snow. As they always do, the plows went out to work on the roads. The news that morning told us that it snowed and that the plows were out working on the roads. Then they preempted the morning national news to tell us that it had snowed and that the plows were out working on the roads.

Are these guys paid by the minute or what? If you have something new, tell it to me. Otherwise, stop cutting back to reporters who have nothing to say.

The facts, just the facts. That's all I want.

"The one function TV news performs very well is that when there is no news we give it to you with the same emphasis as if there were." - David Brinkley

February 14, 2004

Spamalicious

I can't believe how many people are out there that want to increase the size of my penis, enlarge my breasts, allow me to get Viagra without embarrassment, get me out of debt, give me free money at online casinos, get me the lowest interest rates ever, get me a GED and an college degree. It makes me feel really good to know that there are that many people out there that care so much about me.

Oh, wait... Who am I kidding. I despise Spam. Not that tasty canned meat made by Hormel. I kinda like that stuff.

What I hate is unsolicited email. The morons that send this crap will do anything to get around all of the Spam filters that I set up. It pisses me off. There is a special place in Hell set aside for spammers.

I don't know if the companies that continually send out the unending streams of crap actually make any money through it, but I hope not.

I'm not sure that I have a real point other than to say that I despise Spam and spammers.

"If a person feels he can't communicate, the least he can do is shut up about it." - Tom Lehrer

February 12, 2004

Changes

I have made a few changes to the site in the last couple of days...

First of all, those long promised biographies are here. At least half of them... Mine is up there. The other angry fat man's biography will be up there soon as soon as I tell him he needs to get it to me...

Hey, Norb! I need a bio. Follow the same format I did...

Also, I have included links to the last 5 comments that have been left on the site. I did this so we could all see some crazies that come to visit...

Enjoy!

February 11, 2004

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

I am a member of an online martial arts forum that has recently brought up the issue of respect.

There has been some pretty lively discussion in regards to how you get respect. There are some who feel that respect is something that is bestowed. There are others who feel that respect is something that must be earned.

I am one of those that feel that respect must be earned. Both in the Do Jang and in the world outside of it.

I once had the... er... pleasure to do business with a client that believed that he should be respected because of his position in the company. He once informed me that he deserved respect of every person that walked through his door. After spending a great deal of time with this person, I can tell you that there was no way that I could respect him. No one deserves respect. Your actions gain you respect, but nothing is going to make me respect you.

A title should not garner you respect from anyone. A person can respect the title and offer you a level of courtesy because of it, but that will not gain you respect.

On a side not, I apologize to anyone who takes issue with my quote for this post. While the author of the quote was a vile human being, the quote is accurate.

"I can fight only for something that I love, love only what I respect, and respect only what I at least know." - Adolf Hitler (1889 - 1945), Mein Kampf

February 09, 2004

Its All About Misty

No, really... It is.

If you don't believe me... Head over and check it out for yourself!

Its All About Misty

Be nice, she is a blog virgin...

February 08, 2004

Why?

Why must we be subjected to the constant barrage of mindless drivel that the major media outlets call news?

Every night, we are subjected to the crap that some mush-brained news editor decides is going to make for good ratings. It must work, or they would have stopped doing it some time ago.

How long do we have to deal with hearing about Michael Jackson and his screwed up games?
How long do we have to hear about Janet Jackson and her ugly-assed boob popping out during the Super Bowl?
How long do we have to hear about Britney Spears and the latest freak show that she is associated with?

I don't know, maybe I am in the minority of people in the United States, but I really couldn't care less. I try to avoid the crap, but I can't. It is everywhere. It is on CNN. It is on NBC. It was on the front page of the newspaper this morning.

We can't escape it. If we were lucky enough to have a "non-crap" station, it would dry up and die very quickly because of a lack of advertisers... Real news just doesn't sell.

Until that time, I guess I'll just have to work to glean real information from the crap they throw at us.

"Editor: a person employed by a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed." - Elbert Hubbard (1856 - 1915)