I am really nervous about posting this, because I know that Julian Assange is a polarizing figure, but I have to admit that I am completely addicted to WikiLeaks. In fact I'm so addicted that I contemplated calling in sick to work tomorrow so that I can continue to pour over these classified documents.
I don't want to undermine the importance of the majority of the information in the cables, but since my last few posts have included commentary on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and Saved By The Bell, I thought I'd take a light hearted approach to this subject.
As I was sifting through the massive amounts of information in this latest leak I came across a cable with the following subject line: Primetime Images of US-Canada Border Paint US In An Increasingly Negative Light.
Y'all have to read this. I can't believe it's someone's job to watch Canadian television and report back to the Secretary of State:
http://cablegate.wikileaks.org/cable/2008/01/08OTTAWA136.html (Copy and paste yourself- I'm paranoid.)
Update: WikiLeaks is no longer available. Go here: http://213.251.145.96/cable/2008/01/08OTTAWA136.html
I also can't believe there's a sitcom called Little Mosque on the Prairie.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Are Mommy and Santa Having An Affair?
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked up
in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
My second grade class performed this song during our Christmas play, and it left me feeling very confused. One day after rehearsal I waited to speak with our music teacher Mrs. Grimes.
"Mrs. Grimes, I don't understand. Are mommy and Santa Claus having an affair?"
Poor Mrs. Grimes. She couldn't explain the song to me without informing me that Santa Claus does not exist. So she smiled and said, "It's just a silly song."
I'm sure I wasn't the first child to ponder the meaning of this song. What do we have to do to phase it out?
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked up
in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
My second grade class performed this song during our Christmas play, and it left me feeling very confused. One day after rehearsal I waited to speak with our music teacher Mrs. Grimes.
"Mrs. Grimes, I don't understand. Are mommy and Santa Claus having an affair?"
Poor Mrs. Grimes. She couldn't explain the song to me without informing me that Santa Claus does not exist. So she smiled and said, "It's just a silly song."
I'm sure I wasn't the first child to ponder the meaning of this song. What do we have to do to phase it out?
All Apologies
Gentle readers,
I wanted November to be a solid month for the Broadcast Energy Transmitter, but alas I have not posted in 11 days. This is unacceptable and I apologize to you all- my seven precious followers, the Italian audience that I captured for one glorious day (please come back), and my lone Slovenian reader who checks in from time to time.
I have not fully committed to any one excuse, but I think I might be 'suffering' from Seasonal Affective Disorder. I dislike cold weather and despise darkness at 5:30 in the evening. My dog Clementine feels the same way:
Don't worry guys- I'm going to beat this. I have to. I know that you all count on me to maintain this less than average blog that has no direction whatsoever.
Check back tomorrow. I promise I'll have something new.
I wanted November to be a solid month for the Broadcast Energy Transmitter, but alas I have not posted in 11 days. This is unacceptable and I apologize to you all- my seven precious followers, the Italian audience that I captured for one glorious day (please come back), and my lone Slovenian reader who checks in from time to time.
I have not fully committed to any one excuse, but I think I might be 'suffering' from Seasonal Affective Disorder. I dislike cold weather and despise darkness at 5:30 in the evening. My dog Clementine feels the same way:
Don't worry guys- I'm going to beat this. I have to. I know that you all count on me to maintain this less than average blog that has no direction whatsoever.
Check back tomorrow. I promise I'll have something new.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Worrying About Wikipedia
As you may have noticed it's that time of year again. Jimmy Wales is asking us to donate to Wikipedia. Hmmm . . .
I'm not sure if Wikipedia is in dire need of money or not, because the photos that accompany the appeal seem to range in desperation.
Least Desperate Looking Photo of Jimmy Wales
Most Desperate Looking Photo of Jimmy Wales
I'm thankful for Wikipedia (as I've mentioned) but I mostly read it for entertainment purposes. I would never use it as a source for a research paper or scholarly article. Would anyone (who isn't an 8th grader)?
I began to wonder how Wikipedia operates with "no ads, agenda, or strings attached" and I came across an explanatory video.
Jimmy, if you want me to consider donating to Wikipedia you should probably delete this slide from your presentation:
"It isn't perfect, but much better than you would expect"? Really? Is that supposed to be a selling point? Can you imagine what Don Draper would do if you pitched "It's Pretty Good" as an advertising slogan?
He would slap you across the face.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
The Art of Being Ridiculous
I wonder if Sun Tzu's military tactics are as effective on the battlegrounds of Beverly Hills as they were in ancient China . . .
Watch out Kyle. I think Camile means business.
Watch out Kyle. I think Camile means business.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
I'm Thankful For: Some Woman Named Lita
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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