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Like Your Civil Liberties? Get Your Senator To Vote No On S. 2105

by Richard

Yep, they’re at it again.

After failing to pass a draconian cybersecurity measure that would assume not only are you a criminal, but that you should be under the constant watch of government surveillance with SOPA, the US Senate is trying to pass CISPA.

It’s the same thing, only worse.

It’s up to you to contact your senator to talk to him or her and ask that their vote be against Lieberman-Collins, also known as the SECURE IT ACT and S. 2105.

Seriously, dudes, this is some tremendously bad mojo. The vote is expected to occur sometime after Monday, so we’ve still got time to act.

The best way you can make a difference, is to go to privacyisawesome.com, an advocacy website that will do the hard work and let you get heard by your senator. They work hard, and you reap the benefits. How can that be beat?

I’ve already been over there once and sent an e-mail and have worked making calls to my senator into my daily schedule. Give it a try. Just a single call might be enough to tip the balance. Make that call yours.

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Saturday Smiles: Animals Doing People Things

by Richard

For some reason, anthropomorphizing poor, defenseless animals strikes a lot of dudes and dudettes as rather funny.  And by anthropomorphizing, I mean making them look or act like people.

They’re animals. Not people. But we still look for human behavior in non-humans and we sometimes dress them up or make it look like they’re indulging in human pastimes.

Which, of course, brings me to Animals Doing People Things, a tumblr full of pictures of animals doing just that, people things. A tumblr is sort of like a social networking type of place, sort of like Twitter, sort of like a whole bunch of different photo streams. Just think of it as a place where people put up some photos and some people put up words. Vague enough?

Anyway, this tumblr is dedicated to Animals Doing People Things. It’s cute.

“Waiter! I distinctly ordered a mouse with dinner!”

And sometimes not so much cute as disturbing.

Urgh. I’m going to see that monkey in my dreams. Especially those crocheted booties. It’s. . . urgh.

Anyway, if you’re in the mood for a quick giggle and the occasional uncomfortable squint and head turn, give this place a look.

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Blood Tales: Ball Of Confusion

by Richard

The first thing I remember is crawling around on the floor, bumping my head into things, and having absolutely no idea where I was or what I was doing. I felt dizzy, almost like the ship was trying to capsize and it was all I could do to stay upright. And that was on all fours.

Eventually I made it back to bed and collapsed, exhausted, and immediately fell into a deep sleep. Only to awaken a few hours later in the pre-dawn hours of Friday April 21, having to pee yet again. I remember getting up and heading for the tiny bathroom in our cabin and then, once again, there I was, crawling around on the floor with no idea how I got there.

This time, though, my fumblings on the floor managed to awaken my wife, known to me as She Who Must Ger Her Beauty Sleep Or She Gets Quite Cross. She demanded to know what the hell I thought I was doing. I had no answer. I could only crawl back into bed and, again, sleep.

When the morning broke and we eventually woke up, I still felt like complete and utter horribleness wrapped in a cute, black bow of yuck. So, no, I wasn’t feeling all that good. I mentioned that I thought I’d managed to pass out when I went to the bathroom twice during the night.

She was not amused. She thought it was my fault because, the day before, Sarcasmo and I had tried out some barbecued jerk chicken from a roadside stand in the Grand Caymans. She figured I’d picked up some food-borne illness. Once she got into the bathroom, though, she became a fraction less angry when she saw what had happened.

Apparently, when I passed out one time, I must have been sitting on the toilet. Because I managed to fall forward and — using my face — broke a half-moon shaped section out of the bathroom counter. Seriously. I am in no way exaggerating here. I remodeled the bathroom with my face. Oddly, there was no pain.

I just felt sheepish, thinking I really had picked up something from eating that roadside food the day before. The only problem with that diagnosis was that I didn’t feel sick — no upset stomach — and Sarcasmo had no symptoms at all. I just felt incredibly, crushingly tired. Sarcasmo was fine.

We were docked in the port of Cozumel, Mexico. Sarcasmo, Zippy the Monkey Boy and I had paid for an excursion of powered snorkeling, but we decided to cancel that and just let me rest. So off they went to explore the tourist traps of Cozumel. I stayed in bed, alternately shivering from the freezing cold and then sweating from the heat.

I was doing all right, relatively speaking, until I had to get up out of bed. That, dudes, is when things went downhill.

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