w00t w00t booyah

Former prime-time actor defends self against relatively-recent prime-time actor...kicks ass, with 15 years seniority. "Reality" show star licking wounds and whining. A lot.

Here's a good example, IMHO, of what California considers self-defense as well. You're allowed. Matter of fact, you should. Just - once you've stopped them, you stop. Stopping someone does not mean killing them. Just a note.

(In case you're wondering, I'm always going to root for Bonaduce. Like him all the time, no. But root for him? Yeah. He deserves that much.)

(Thanks to theferrett for the tip - )

Missing Letterman's steamroller? Gallagher's sledgehammer? Miss no more.

Name it. Then put it in a blender and press HIGH.

Wonder if anyone has set their blog up for LJ RSS feed....

(Thanks to theferrett for the tip - )

Missing Letterman's steamroller? Gallagher's sledgehammer? Miss no more.

Name it. Then put it in a blender and press HIGH.

Wonder if anyone has set their blog up for LJ RSS feed....

Not long ago, one of my psychiatric residents called in distress about a patient who was demanding a different therapist. “This guy is in my office shouting at me and telling me how bad I am,” the resident said.

Sure enough, the patient in question was very hostile and demeaning in talking about this young doctor. Jabbing his finger in the air, he told me how unsympathetic my resident was and how rude the staff at the front desk had been.

“This kid doesn’t know the first thing about treating patients,” he said with derision. He clearly meant to hurt and humiliate his new doctor in front of a supervisor.

I listened for a while to his litany of complaints and found it easy to understand why people didn’t like him. “It’s no surprise to me that people aren’t nice to you if this is a sample of how you behave in the world,” I said to him.

This remark did not go over well.

“I’m basically a nice guy who has a terrible problem with anxiety,” the patient said resentfully.

No...not exactly.

A very good read - and a very pertinent piece of information. You have a mental illness, sure - but that doesn't excuse really BAD behavior. Ever.

EDIT: LOL. Link takes you through an ad click-through on being your own kid's drug pusher....

I'm getting used to hearing about stupid things parents do to buy the perfect gift for their kids at Christmas - but we're in the middle of January now, aren't we?

*ahem* Do I have to say it?

No -insert THING here- is worth your life. No, I mean it. No amount of money, no promises of gifts or bonuses, no fame or fortune...no show, no stunt, no nothing. Is worth your life.

Case in point.

Contestants in a radio stunt called "Hold Your Wee for a Wii" revealed new details Sunday about an on-air water drinking contest that left a 28-year-old mother of three dead.

Jennifer Lea Strange died after drinking well over a half gallon of water Friday during the "Morning Rave" program on The End (KDND, 107.9 FM). About 18 contestants vied for a Nintendo Wii gaming console by drinking as much water as they could without going to the bathroom; Strange took second place.

I'll be blunt. I saw 28 years old and Ranco Cordova and went, "yeah, they're dumb enough down there to do it."

Yeah, enough water will kill you. Funny that. Also, should you have extreme head pain of any kind? If it's enough to bring you to tears, has never happened before (maybe, even then) - you need to be seen. Immediately.

And that's when I found out she was survived by three children.

Bad, worse and dead.

I am so sorry for the people who are going to have to clean up this mess - and the kids will be trying to figure this one out the rest of their lives.

I'm getting used to hearing about stupid things parents do to buy the perfect gift for their kids at Christmas - but we're in the middle of January now, aren't we?

*ahem* Do I have to say it?

No -insert THING here- is worth your life. No, I mean it. No amount of money, no promises of gifts or bonuses, no fame or fortune...no show, no stunt, no nothing. Is worth your life.

Case in point.

Contestants in a radio stunt called "Hold Your Wee for a Wii" revealed new details Sunday about an on-air water drinking contest that left a 28-year-old mother of three dead.

Jennifer Lea Strange died after drinking well over a half gallon of water Friday during the "Morning Rave" program on The End (KDND, 107.9 FM). About 18 contestants vied for a Nintendo Wii gaming console by drinking as much water as they could without going to the bathroom; Strange took second place.

I'll be blunt. I saw 28 years old and Ranco Cordova and went, "yeah, they're dumb enough down there to do it."

Yeah, enough water will kill you. Funny that. Also, should you have extreme head pain of any kind? If it's enough to bring you to tears, has never happened before (maybe, even then) - you need to be seen. Immediately.

And that's when I found out she was survived by three children.

Bad, worse and dead.

I am so sorry for the people who are going to have to clean up this mess - and the kids will be trying to figure this one out the rest of their lives.

A 12-year-old South Carolina boy got an unexpected stocking stuffer — a pair of handcuffs — after he snuck into his Christmas gifts a few weeks early.

After a mother discovered her son had unwrapped a Nintendo Game Boy Advance that was meant for him as a present from his grandmother, she called the Rock Hill Police and had the young man arrested for petty larceny, according to the police report filed this week.

"He took it without permission. He wanted it. He just took it," the boy's 63-year-old great-grandmother told the Rock Hill Herald.

Check the ages.

Gee, if I'd started early - I'd be working on great-grandmothership within twenty years.

NOT.

I never imagined it would come to this. Back in early March, less than a week into the trip, I was sitting around a campfire with 10 men on top of Tray Mountain in Georgia. Eight more people were crammed into the shelter, either sleeping or cooking dinner from the warmth of their sleeping bags. It was so cold that there were no other options; it was fire, goose down, or freeze. We woke up to a foot of snow and frozen boots the next morning. Three people quit at the next road crossing. In fact, nearly all of the people on Tray Mountain that night would drop out; however, for the moment, we were suffering but hopeful.

As I nudged into the ring of people surrounding the fire, a man who went by the trail name Stix spoke up. Stix was a 40-year-old former cocaine addict from Texas who had failed two previous attempts to thru-hike. “They say that men get skinny out here,” he said. “Well, I ain’t got much to lose.” He looked at me from across the fire and laughed. “But women just get thick. Why, Déjà vu, honey, you got nothing to worry about. You’re already thick.”

The men looked at me. I stared into the fire, embarrassed and hurt, but unsure of what to say. Finally, Easy Rider, a 24-year-old Yale-bound graduate student, broke the silence.

“Stix, that was out of line,” he said loudly across the fire from his spot next to me. Turning to me, he added, “Déjà, I think you’re sexy. If you were the last woman on earth I would sleep with you. Actually, if you even make it to Pennsylvania, I’m gonna poke you.”

Disgust took my breath away. I turned from my spot in the circle and walked to my tent. Just before I was out of earshot, I heard another man say, “Naw, they don’t get thick so much as they get mean. The guys get skinny and the girls get mean.”

Inside my tent, I tried to sleep, but I could only think about how I was going to deal with this humiliation all the way to Maine. At that point, I didn’t know that neither Stix nor Easy Rider would make it. I didn’t know that I would out-hike every man there. I only knew that I wanted to go home.

*sighs*

I had books to give western_slope because I used to do the backpacks, back in the days when Cliff could still do them. I did the BMTC class the Sierra Club used to do, back in the day - I say that now, because it doesn't exist anymore. Liability did them in.

I've done snow camps, know how to use an ice axe and a whole bunch of stuff nobody uses outside of mountaineering. I have snow jackets rated to -90 in my closet.

Y'know, I'd never considered doing anything like a coastal trail, stem to stern, alone. That was one of the cardinal rules - you never did anything alone. Finding a good hiking partner was often the difference between a good trip and a disaster. Buddy system and all that.

Part of me is going "why should this be an issue if you're female?" - and the other part is going "If I wanted to be alone that bad, there are a LOT of other places, much less well-marked to predators than a hiking trail."

Predators. Yeah.

Read, and weigh for yourself. Frankly, the whole reason this is an issue at all is pathetic.

I never imagined it would come to this. Back in early March, less than a week into the trip, I was sitting around a campfire with 10 men on top of Tray Mountain in Georgia. Eight more people were crammed into the shelter, either sleeping or cooking dinner from the warmth of their sleeping bags. It was so cold that there were no other options; it was fire, goose down, or freeze. We woke up to a foot of snow and frozen boots the next morning. Three people quit at the next road crossing. In fact, nearly all of the people on Tray Mountain that night would drop out; however, for the moment, we were suffering but hopeful.

As I nudged into the ring of people surrounding the fire, a man who went by the trail name Stix spoke up. Stix was a 40-year-old former cocaine addict from Texas who had failed two previous attempts to thru-hike. “They say that men get skinny out here,” he said. “Well, I ain’t got much to lose.” He looked at me from across the fire and laughed. “But women just get thick. Why, Déjà vu, honey, you got nothing to worry about. You’re already thick.”

The men looked at me. I stared into the fire, embarrassed and hurt, but unsure of what to say. Finally, Easy Rider, a 24-year-old Yale-bound graduate student, broke the silence.

“Stix, that was out of line,” he said loudly across the fire from his spot next to me. Turning to me, he added, “Déjà, I think you’re sexy. If you were the last woman on earth I would sleep with you. Actually, if you even make it to Pennsylvania, I’m gonna poke you.”

Disgust took my breath away. I turned from my spot in the circle and walked to my tent. Just before I was out of earshot, I heard another man say, “Naw, they don’t get thick so much as they get mean. The guys get skinny and the girls get mean.”

Inside my tent, I tried to sleep, but I could only think about how I was going to deal with this humiliation all the way to Maine. At that point, I didn’t know that neither Stix nor Easy Rider would make it. I didn’t know that I would out-hike every man there. I only knew that I wanted to go home.

*sighs*

I had books to give western_slope because I used to do the backpacks, back in the days when Cliff could still do them. I did the BMTC class the Sierra Club used to do, back in the day - I say that now, because it doesn't exist anymore. Liability did them in.

I've done snow camps, know how to use an ice axe and a whole bunch of stuff nobody uses outside of mountaineering. I have snow jackets rated to -90 in my closet.

Y'know, I'd never considered doing anything like a coastal trail, stem to stern, alone. That was one of the cardinal rules - you never did anything alone. Finding a good hiking partner was often the difference between a good trip and a disaster. Buddy system and all that.

Part of me is going "why should this be an issue if you're female?" - and the other part is going "If I wanted to be alone that bad, there are a LOT of other places, much less well-marked to predators than a hiking trail."

Predators. Yeah.

Read, and weigh for yourself. Frankly, the whole reason this is an issue at all is pathetic.

J. Michael Straczynski proposes 'rebooting' the Trek franchise by going back to the original show - recasting, and redoing from scratch.

Revising the Prime Directive.

Refocusing the conflicts.

..

Guys.

I had over fifteen years of fan fiction before the first movie ever hit production. I've been around this franchise since I was ten years old - and guys? It's the big Four Six this November. That's thirty-six years of everything you can do with it.

I DO NOT NEED MORE KIRK SPOCK MCCOY. I don't. I don't.

You want to make a good show - get your own characters and go for it.

"Just like Coke, only better!"

Pepsi marketing, at its finest.

Enough already. These people are perfectly capable of doing Really Good Stuff all on their own. I don't need a film noir version (ala Battelstar Galactica) of Star Trek.

I don't. Really.

Give me something I haven't seen before. Please.

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...*grumble* People wonder why I watch so much anime *grumble grumble grumble*....