Monday, November 22, 2004
A couple news stories |1:41 PM|
Vorpal sent me this link with the subject "Who says mad science is dead?"
Fake Plastic Surgeon pleads not guilty

Man, I lost it completely on that poor bastard that got chest implants. From the article:


One patient of his -- a former Mr. Mexico named Alexander Baez -- claimed that instead of the more muscular chest he wanted, he was given breast implants.

"When Mr. Baez finally woke up from this procedure he had two full female breasts and had to walk around like that for several months until the female breasts could be removed," Baez's attorney, Spencer Aronfeld, told CNN.


"Uhhh, what'd he order? Implants?"

I mean, Christ, this isn't like fucking up and putting cheese on a hamburger at Wendy's, this is altering a person's gender structure. It'd be more comforting to think he was a sinister madman, cackling in his office. "HA HA HA! A MANLY MR. MEXICO MIGHT MIND MAMMARIES! HA HA HAH! Nurse! Send in additional henchmen!"


Porn Addiction? What kind of stupid shit is this?
How do you convince the senate to hear testimony on a subject, anyhow? If I wanted to give testimony on how awesome I am, who do I call to set that up? Do I get a little card with my name on it, while I address a raised dais filled with senators?
Also, note:

But he acknowledged the First Amendment right to free speech has limited congressional efforts.

(...)
Brownback said scientific data is needed to help his cause.

Weaver acknowledged that research ``directly assessing the impact of pornography addiction on families and communities is rather limited.''

This guy is "Sen. Sam Brownback, R-Kan., chairman of the Commerce subcommittee on science." Is this like a "Ministry of Science", like the "Ministry of Truth"? Who the hell is this fuckjob?

And this article is so fucking idiotic all the way through, I'll refrain from further comment:
Dad apologizes for poisoned cake at school


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The last ride of Jet Alone |1:22 PM|

I finally traded in my old Corolla for a Celica.

The old car had 117,000 miles (and change) on the odometer. It had made two trans-Phoenix trips, been in accidents totalling over $7000 in repairs, it had been used to transport numerous paintings, toolkits, and people all over town. It had been broken into once, pulled over 4 times, and had 3 sets of tires.
It was the starter that was the stake in the heart of my ownership of the vehicle. Though the repairs were in total a mere $245, but while the car had been in the shop, I'd test driven and chosen a new(er) vehicle.

I had delayed making this post, as I wanted to show a proper picture of my awesome, 2002 black Celica, but that will have to wait.

I will mention that the trade-in value of the Corolla was at first $2000, then $2500. I had been hoping for $500, and was going to snicker if they gave me $1000. When the salesguy bumped it to $2500, I had to restrain some deep part of myself from saying "Hey man, it ain't worth that. Take it easy." but I realized that though I may have been fucking the dealership with my trade-in, they were certainly, somehow, fucking me on the car sale. It was unavoidable.

The car is snazzy. I still chuckle when I use the keyless entry function.

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