2 posts tagged “lulz”

The first time around, I somehow missed this:

When it comes to the environment, our new policy is this: Let the heartland live with the consequences of handing the national government to the rape-and-pillage party. The only time urbanists should concern themselves with the environment is when we are impacted--directly, not spiritually (the depressing awareness that there is no unspoiled wilderness out there doesn't count). Air pollution, for instance: We should be aggressive. If coal is to be burned, it has to be burned as cleanly as possible so as not to foul the air we all have to breathe. But if West Virginia wants to elect politicians who allow mining companies to lop off the tops off mountains and dump the waste into valleys and streams, thus causing floods that destroy the homes of the yokels who vote for those politicians, it no longer matters to us. Fuck the mountains in West Virginia--send us the power generated by cleanly burned coal, you rubes, and be sure to wear lifejackets to bed.

Interesting.  Because I would think that coal, whether cleanly burned or otherwise, is going to be uncleanly mined, and it's going to be mined in places where it exists and can be accessed, rather than under metropolises.  And West Virginia needing jobs doesn't *want* to elect these people but someone's got to work to get food on the table, right?  So they mine coal, so that you can have your "cleanly burned coal."  I like how the cities are now going to exploit the yokels.  Ah, when Democrats show their true colors...

I wish this were Jonathan Swift and I wish the people of West Virginia would stop allowing coal mining (as some of them are already trying to do, but they're fighting a losing battle because, again, that tetchy job thing) and you won't have anything to burn, cleanly or otherwise. 

You should go read this Urban Archipelago thing, seriously.  It's rich.  If I keep reading it, I may never vote Democrat again. 

I took my son to his first rodeo this weekend.  He was duly impressed by the numbers of horses and cattle.  He turned frequently to the other spectators and made incisive comments such as, "There's so many cows!" and, "The horses are fast!"  Nothing gets past my little man, no way.  He had no idea what was going on other than that, and that is probably just as well considering these rodeo contestants were an inept lot.  I have never participated in a rodeo myself, and so it's easy for me to sit in the sidelines and roll my eyes at their inability to literally get the bull by the horns, but damn ...inept rodeo is some kind of boring.  I went to a lot of rodeos back in high school, and I enjoyed them well enough, but then some of my friends were pretty good at it, so it gave me something to get excited about. 

Also, we got our first frost this weekend.  That meant a flurry of harvesting--boxes full of freakin zucchini (no kidding about the boxes part), purple shiso (from which I am going to attempt homemade yukari--wish me luck), and a wheelbarrow load of pumpkins and melons.  Like, what am I supposed to do with all this?  Seriously, people--I'm swamped.  I've been just staring at the goods sullenly and devouring chocolate chip cookies, like if I keep putting it off, they will magically put themselves into jars. 

Another important first occurred this weekend--indeed, it may be what caused the frost, because possibly Hell froze over.  In the midst of shirking my canning/freezing duties, I ...well, I played, um, World of Warcraft.  The odd thing is not really that Lokii finally convinced me to join him in a game, it's that I had a really good time doing it.  Sure, it took me most of the night just to figure out how to move my priestess lady around, but I finally managed to get it together and kill some kobolds and, uh, stuff.  There's a lot of killing in that game.  Lokii did a lot of my killing for me--either because he didn't want me to sully my priestess raiment and tousle my flaxen locks, or because I was totally incompetent--and he does it with style.  Or at least he does it while making ridiculous comments that kept me laughing all damn night.  Indeed, all day long I have been replaying the absurd dialogue with the befuddled, perverted dwarf in my head and laughing uncontrollably.  I think you're right, Lokii:  I think he was a 13-year-old boy who had not reckoned on meeting such a verbal foe as you, but his dwarven cavities will never be the same, I'm sure.  O-my-o-my-o.  The really sick thing is that I'm looking forward to doing it again.  This is how addicts are born, people--stay on the alert. 

I am making the pickles tonight, not to worry.