Pacificapocalypse

I hab a code… Couwtny hab it tube.

photo credit: vanherdehaage

Okay my True Love had nothing to do with this outrage, but I couldn’t pass up a good post title.
Continuing the Wedding/Halloween countdown, I give you: Clown Last Supper *shudder*

Click to embiggen… if you dare.

Catholic iconography?
Check.
Clowns?
Check.
Unending parade of waking nightmares?

Oh you better believe it… check.

We didn’t get it.

Picture unrelated.

No seriously, I suck at updating.
Look here’s the thing, posting is easy. If you do it on a regular basis. But then if you get behind, it sort of swells and grows and becomes this thing where so much has happened that trying to post an update is, well, frigging daunting.
So here’s the deal.
I’m not even going to try and fill in the last two months. We’re just going to pretend that everything has been going along like usual and just go from here. Sound like a plan?

Oh and go see District 9 if you haven’t. Pretty awesome.

Backing up the database and upgrading to WordPress 2.7.1 this afternoon, may be some downtime.

EDIT: 3:25pm – we’re back up – everything seems to be working. If any one notices any thing broken, please drop me a line.

Yeah you! I’ve installed the Lightbox Box plus plugin for WordPress; if you click a picture it *should* open on-screen, allowing you to view the picture full size without navigating away from the page.

Anyway, I think I’ve got it working (under FireFox anyway) but if anyone is viewing this via Internet Explorer, Safari, etc. and it’s not working, can you please drop me a quick note.

Appreciate it.

UPDATE: Ok I can’t get Lightbox to function in Internet Explorer… disabled the plugin, needs more research.

Sublime Point/Counterpoint at Union Square.

I’m in with the In Crowd!
Ok not really.

Via The SFist

I admired the man and then when he joined the drumbeat for an illegal war, I almost lost all respect for him.
This helps a little.

I’m also troubled by, not what Senator McCain says, but what members of the party say. And it is permitted to be said such things as, “Well, you know that Mr. Obama is a Muslim.” Well, the correct answer is, he is not a Muslim, he’s a Christian. He’s always been a Christian. But the really right answer is, what if he is? Is there something wrong with being a Muslim in this country? The answer’s no, that’s not America. Is there something wrong with some seven-year-old Muslim-American kid believing that he or she could be president? Yet, I have heard senior members of my own party drop the suggestion, “He’s a Muslim and he might be associated terrorists.” This is not the way we should be doing it in America.
I feel strongly about this particular point because of a picture I saw in a magazine. It was a photo essay about troops who are serving in Iraq and Afghanistan. And one picture at the tail end of this photo essay was of a mother in Arlington Cemetery, and she had her head on the headstone of her son’s grave. And as the picture focused in, you could see the writing on the headstone. And it gave his awards–Purple Heart, Bronze Star–showed that he died in Iraq, gave his date of birth, date of death. He was 20 years old. And then, at the very top of the headstone, it didn’t have a Christian cross, it didn’t have the Star of David, it had crescent and a star of the Islamic faith. And his name was Kareem Rashad Sultan Khan, and he was an American. He was born in New Jersey. He was 14 years old at the time of 9/11, and he waited until he can go serve his country, and he gave his life. Now, we have got to stop polarizing ourself in this way. And John McCain is as nondiscriminatory as anyone I know. But I’m troubled about the fact that, within the party, we have these kinds of expressions.

In the shower this morning.

Court: “So I have a class today where I have to pick two students and have them-”
Me: “Give them melee weapons and enter Thunderdome!” (I’m always thinking about Thunderdome when we’re both in the shower; it’s a big two person shower with two shower heads, but still… there’s that lingering fear that when you have a face full of soap suds you’re going to catch an elbow in the biscuits.)
Court: “No jerko! I have to have them do an exercise in the Piaget method of teaching-”
Me: “Which really means… THUNDERDOME!”
Court: “NO! I’m going to be using-”
Me: “Two student enter: one student leaves!”
Court: “I’m going to hit you.”
Me: “Did you tell them they get to keep the Thunderdome when they’re done? It’d be like a playhouse.” (She’s teaching 2nd graders right now; they’re keen on playhouses.)

At which point I realized that I was alone. Had a face full of soap suds.