Monday, February 28, 2005

Oscar on life support

Cintra Wilson writes a hysterical account of the Oscar’s in Salon magazine.  It is an eye watering, lol, gut laugh to read.  I so look forward to her account every year.

Welcome to wartime Academy Awards: Cheap, tense and cobbled together from graphics rations donated by the E! Channel. Not even Chris Rock or Beyonc╚—or the travesty that is Antonio Banderas—can save it
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By Cintra Wilson

Feb. 28, 2005 |
Here in the pit of America’s deepest political malaise, We the People increasingly escape into the arts and entertainment to numb the pain of an increasingly nasty-looking future. We’re in a war we never wanted, our country is trillions in debt, and the economy is still sketchy, which, I guess, is why Oscar had to whore out his ass to PricewaterhouseCooper and be embuggered by accountants.

This was the Oscars that raised the question: Does Jay-Z own the accounting firm PricewaterhouseCooper? Because that’s the only explanation I could come up with for that joyless, airless, tense, inhuman ordeal of a Beyonc╚ concert.

The neurotic, sphincter-clenched pacing, which was perhaps some accountant’s idea of how to keep things moving, made the whole thing indigestible: kind of a cross between “The Chronicles of Riddick” and microwavable White Castle burgers. The crucial human element was scuttled for the sake of some talentless vision of speediness, and even adding an extra heaping dose of earthy African-Americans to the audience didn’t help.

I am 100 percent for high color contrast—this is the only year on record I’m not complaining that there weren’t enough people of color—but it seemed like there was a strangely large and disproportional number of brown folks in the audience. This was like Oscar Goes to Inner City Public High School. There were African-Americans in the audience who had nothing to do with the film industry this year, at all. I mean, Jay-Z—OK, he’s the new Sun King—he appears to have eaten Jack Nicholson whole and taken over his seat. Also, he had to keep a proprietary eye on his girlfranchise, Beyonc╚.

But Oprah? P.Diddy? Prince? Lou Gossett Jr.?! They even snuck some Whoopi in there. I mean, it just looked forced—an aggressive chocolate-coating on the audience.

OK, this is my personal conspiracy theory, but I always suspect the Academy of throwing the Oscars to the minorities when they just can’t get it up to justify their own existence.
And America is at war. You could tell by the Empire Strikes, direly newscasty, Warrior Trumpets of Armegeddon power music they were using.

These are wartime Oscars, and they looked it: cheap, tense and cobbled together from graphics rations donated by the E! Channel. No frills, no batteries, no butter, no seat fillers and no entertainment—just repeated overdoses of Beyonc╚, who looked like a chandelier made out of Audrey Hepburns. (But she did sing in French, so now maybe France will officially condone the L’Oreal-esque creative Frenchness of her name and stop snickering at her decorative accent.)

Red Carpet Mammals Joan Rivers and offspring Melissa did their annual vocalizing, outside the grand staircase to the Kodak Theatre: Ow! Ow! OhmiGawd, Ow! Owrk!

Hilary Swank’s body in her dark blue dress was so pneumatic, she looked like an erotic balloon-animal made of inner tubes. Full depth circumferential grooves and an aggressive tread for wet and dry, on- or off-road traction and less hydroplaning.

Tim Robbins looked like he just woke up and went bobbing for apple bongs.
“Comedy Superstar” Jeremy Irons looked like his face has been soaking in a turpentine-based happiness remover.

I never thought I’d see an Oscars get edgy enough for Chris Rock to host them. These weren’t them, really, but he was strong.

I took exception to the material the Rock dished out before the awards, though, about how no straight man has ever sat through an entire Oscars. This may be completely true, but I had to sit down and do some math: .Angry black man hosting, good. Angry black man making flip comments about homosexuals before the Oscars ... hmmmmm ... Is this comedy “edgy”? Or is this where King Cobra swallows his own tail, and super-slick, lefty edge-pimps and ultra-right old fat boys suddenly play footsy under the devil’s coffee table? Is this the Republican/Evangelical/Wolfowitz agenda in black sheep’s clothing? Are the crackers and the darkies putting down their pitchforks and tying their bandannas together to play a little game of Smear the Queer?

Tacky.

Rock did more or less make up for these antics with some healthy Bush-whacking in his monologue, but still. These are spooky times; we have to tighten up. The biggest argument I got in with my phone-support crew, most notably my dirty and scurrilous libel-meister “Wayne Brave,” was whether or not that Catherine Zeta-Jones bit between Rock and Adam Sandler was a boner. I thought she actually failed to show up, because surely that ghastly, time-murdering disaster wasn’t a planned comedy bit.

I thought maybe Catherine Zeta-Jones’ knees got crow-barred backstage. I’m not saying by who, but we’ve all seen Biggie and Tupac, and I’m just saying, the LAPD can be paid to do anything.

The best supporting actor award went to Morgan Freeman, because they owed it to him. It was his fourth nomination—a big catch-up Oscar—essentially, the one he should have gotten for “Driving Miss Honky.” The best performance by a dude in a supporting role was actually Thomas Haden Church in “Sideways.” I love Morgan Freeman, but I hate that his characters are always preternaturally wise and never allowed to have a penis. Morgan Freeman is beatific and unthreatening; an African-American whose gentle presence has done a lot to help un-frighten white people over the years, which is good, I guess. But thank God we are now ready for Jamie Foxx, who released a press announcement to the tabloids a few weeks ago that nudie “art shots” of himself were stolen from his house; one tabloid commented that the stolen photos “proved that Foxx is one of ‘Hollywood’s biggest stars.’” Black male sexuality has always freaked Hollywood out, so this is a good sea change.

Cate Blanchett looked put-upon and squirmy, winning the best supporting Oscar for her Hepburn impression. Cate is great, but most people agree that there are eight drag queens in any major urban area who can do a better Hepburn.

Wayne Brave proposed that all the little, non-famous, art-and technical-award people should get half-size, mini-Oscars. I felt this would aptly illustrate the eye-rolling derision and exasperated loathing the Academy felt for the people who won these awards this year. Oscar could not bring himself to let these dirty little crew people onstage, perhaps out of some Howard Hughes-like phobia that non-celebrity is contagious. Blanchett and Scarlett Johansson presented the Lesser Awards on various handicap ramps in the auditorium; a subtle semiotic way for the Academy and PricewaterhouseCooper to say, to makeup artists and sound editors, Crawl back to Culver City and badword yourselves for sucking precious camera time away from Ren╚e.

These people felt robbed, and why wouldn’t they, having to crouch in vans or in the janitor’s closet or on folding chairs in Beyonc╚’s portable steam room before getting shoved out into the hot lights, tossed a trophy and abruptly silenced. People looked genuinely terrified by the time constraints, this year, when it came to their speeches—Charlie Kaufman finally clued us in that Oscar winners, during their speeches, were being shown an “intimidating” 30-second countdown clock, which I then reasoned was interspliced with subliminal pictures of a .44 Magnum, interspliced with pictures of the speech-giver’s family. Anyone on the design team who didn’t get to the microphone first was reduced to a sad, mute jabbing at the air toward the balcony with their statuette—the unhappiest batch of Oscar winners in history.

The lowest point of the evening—which was actually the high point, because it was the only thing that sucked hard enough to be actually interesting—was Hispanic Korner, where all the Latinos were quarantined. Salma Hayek and Penelope Cruz, representing the beeg teets of Meheeco and Espain, introduced one of the two musical numbers that didn’t feature Beyonc╚.....which shall henceforth be known as “░Banderas! : The Unquenchable Thirst for Shame.”

Antonio Banderas, looking like he just took a swim in Julio Iglesias’ sebum pond, was sitting in what looked like an adobe Mexican prison set, or El Grande Castillo del Taco Bell, braying with Carlos Santana, who was grimacing with simulated guitar-passion behind his Blueblockers. It was a Latin musical travesty to rival J.Lo’s swan-dive into obsolescence at the Grammies. “J.Lo has finally found a duet partner!” said Wayne Brave. Jesu Christo. Next time, instead of letting Banderas disgrace himself to represent Hispanic culture, perhaps the Academy should just cut to a shot of stuffed bullfrogs dressed like mariachis. Or maybe a cute terra-cotta lawn sculpture of some drunk guys wearing sombreros, having a siesta. Or a piĎata, shaped like a burro. Ai caramba.

Why was P. Diddy presenting an Oscar? Why? And why was he forced to say the utterly ass-punking line, “Listen up and hook into that inner child”?! Was this a public eclipsing? Did Jay-Z just devour P. Diddy, legend and all? P.Diddy looked frightened, small, embarrassed, exposed. He must now kill whoever wrote that line if he ever wants to be A-list again.

Best actress: Hilary again! I loathe those “Um ... I want to thank everyone I know ...” speeches. Say something about euthanasia, say something about the war, say SOMETHING. Don’t use this 30 seconds of the world’s attention to thank your lawyer.

Don Cheadle was clearly bummed out. Cheadle is a beautiful actor, but he didn’t have the personal charisma to out-sexy Jamie Foxx this year. Jamie was very moving, when he won, talking about his recently departed cruel grandmother. Oprah gave him the black power salute, then looked around to see if anyone else was doing it with her. Cheadle wasn’t.

Well, we knew “The Neverending Finding of Neverland at Poo Corner” wasn’t going to win, because it ate a wee platter o’ tiny faerie dicks. I never want to see another goddamned dream sequence with a circus in it, just like I never want to hear another goddamned white woman sing “Summertime.”

“Ray”—Jamie Foxx notwithstanding, not that good a movie, really.
“Sideways”—lovely little film; fat chance. Sofia Coppola Screenwriting Award for Best Little Quirky Upstart.

Now, “Million Dollar Boobies”: That was NOT the best movie of the year. That was the Champ, the Jackie Coogan, 1930s, gloves, tears, sweat ‘n’ snot classic, rewritten for a younger female and older male, who exercise their sexless intimacy through broken noses and mercy-killing. It was a solidly good film, but for me, it was like paying $325 a night to stay in a four-star hotel—Clint, Morgan and Hilary are pretty much the gold standard, and if it you can’t pull the wagon with those three majestic Clydesdales of the Thespian Craft, it has no wheels. That film had tasteful wallpaper, thick towels, a rose on the bedspread, and no real funk or character. But you can cry a world of hurt while watching that has nothing to do with the film itself, and I think that’s why it won: It was cathartic. We’re in a lot of collective pain, we’re weary and confused, and Clint hit the right release valve. Big Daddy’s going to put you out of your misery now, Tiger. You just rest.

“The Aviator,” despite the fact that Leo DiCaprio still doesn’t look anything like an adult, was the year’s best film, in my not-so-humble O.—expansive, sprawling, lush, highly capable entertainment. Scorsese ought to get some Hollywood props, now that he’s more like Cecil B. DeMille than Sam Peckinpah. Gone is the angry young man who gave us the coke-fueled and gritty, abusive realism of 1970s yesteryear—enter the respected and law-abiding elder, with the fat line of credit and the soft spot for Luxicolored Prettyscapes in Technifying Epic-scope, with a cast o’ thousands. That’s what America needs right now—not fight, but flight.

What the fushizzuck was that Oscars, y’all?

Clint? How about you turn Oscar’s ventilator off now, too? He’s suffered enough.
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About the writer

Cintra Wilson is the author of “Colors Insulting to Nature.”

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How about free web hosting?

I was thinking about offering some free web hosting.  I wonder how that would work.  If I did offer the free web hosting, I would have to require an image and link back to http://jerseywebhosting.com placed on the free site.  I would offer maybe a 5MB package at a subdomain like “yourname.soulphoto.net” or “yourname.jerseywebhosting.com” or something like that.

I wonder if it is worth the bother?

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Did President Bush smoke weed?

He sounded like he did.

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Sunday, February 27, 2005

I had a long talk about this weblog on my way to GA.

I had been thinking about changing the format.  I thought about making this site easier or more interesting.  I changed my mind about putting a lot of work into changing the site because I see very few people making contributions.

Sure, I hear from family and friends that they read the site, but unless contributions are made from everyone the site stagnates.

It is nice to hear that you read the site, but unless you comment on an existing post or (most importantly) create a NEW post, noone (including me) has any idea that you visited.

Nonetheless, I want to thank those of you that contribute by sharing and commenting.
I also want to to thank those of you that read and don’t contribute.

I’m glad that you have taken an effort to come here.  I don’t plan on giving up on the site at this time, but I will focus more effort on my web-hosting business.

Some of you should notice that you have some additional functions available to you if you log into and view your profile.

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Bulldog update

well after the carb adjustment I was finally able to take it for a spin.  I WILL post some photos of the completed (restored) dash in the ‘marrow.  The pressing matter is that the trucks power is amazing enough to suprise the bejesus outa me.  taking the carb rich 12% (im estimating) boosted the power some 50 ponnies(HP) and it shows! if i hold it in low (1st gear) and stomp on it , it will just smoke the tires all day long - if i slam it in to 2nd it will still smoke the tires, get sideways, hook-up and run like a scalded dog.  Imade a half effort run inbetween a city block ( light to light) but with out reving and slaming the doors you know..... i saw the speedo reach 100 mph just before i had to stop at the light now thats some fast shizzel nizzel - and yes SPN Im still putting the blower on it!!!!!  now im thinking i might have to go with much wider back tires (they are allready 14“‘s) hell maybe some slicks he he........ill try and get some action photos too!!

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Saturday, February 26, 2005

out of Cuzco, Peru

Well, it’s been ages since I’ve written!! It’s rainy season here, but actually not raining near as much as it should be.  The sun is flaming hot and it’s hard for this gringa to be in the sun for more than a few minutes! Hard to believe there are snowstorms up on the East Coast! ha, ha, ha!!
There aren’t many tourists, I’m told, in Cuzco at this moment.  That makes it difficult for the street sellers.  A young chap who I’ve known since 2000, sat down on a Plaza bench yesterday with me.  He has a wife and child, is about 23 yrs old and sells music CD’s on the street.  Doesn’t make much of a living, that’s for sure.
I told him I thought he should pay a visit to the Mayor’s office, ALONE, and talk about what it’s like not having work when he has a family.  The chap said, oh, I’ve tried that with a group of street people.  NO, that’s not the idea! There is such a herd mentality here - and it carries absolutely no weight.  I suggested he look for some of his OWN WILL POWER to grapple with going to see the Mayor and asking for work. 
He seemed to understand, tho I do not know what will happen.  I just hope and pray he can find it in himself to STOP accepting the status quo here.  SOMEBODY has to have the courage to stand up and be heard - as an individual with human problems.....may it be so.....bye for now...carmen

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I hope i don’t get reported………

My kids have worked SO hard!  the little one has worked from a d/c average and brought it up to a B!!!!!! and the older one is a steady a/b student but has grown emotionaly and taken on more of a leadership role at school, i though they deserved a “ditch-day”! it was the last that of “track” before they went of for a month so we headed of to the mountains for a fun day in the snow here is the evidence!

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Friday, February 25, 2005

Need help coping?

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Thursday, February 24, 2005

Here’s a late posting.

I wish people would post these things instead of emailing them to me.

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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Among the believers

At the Conservative Political Action Conference, where rabid Bush-worshippers learn that liberals hate America and that we really did find WMD in Iraq.—Salon Magazine

By Michelle Goldberg

Feb. 19, 2005 | WASHINGTON—It’s a good thing I went to the Conservative Political Action Conference this year. Otherwise I never would have known that, despite the findings of the authoritative David Kay report and every reputable media outlet on earth, the United States actually discovered weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, vindicating all of George W. Bush’s pre-war predictions. The revelation came not from some crank at Free Republic or hustler from Talon News, but from a congressman surrounded by men from the highest echelons of American government. No wonder the attendees all seemed to believe him.

The crowd at CPAC’s Thursday night banquet, held at D.C.’s Ronald Reagan Building, was full of right-wing stars. Among those seated at the long presidential table at the head of the room were Henry Hyde, chairman of the House International Relations Committee, Kansas Sen. Sam Brownback, Minnesota Sen. Norm Coleman, Dore Gold, foreign policy advisor to former Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, and NRA president Kayne Robinson. Vice President Dick Cheney, a regular CPAC speaker, gave the keynote address. California Rep. Chris Cox had the honor of introducing him, and he took the opportunity to mock the Democrats whose hatred of America led them to get Iraq so horribly wrong.

“America’s Operation Iraqi Freedom is still producing shock and awe, this time among the blame-America-first crowd,” he crowed. Then he said, “We continue to discover biological and chemical weapons and facilities to make them inside Iraq.” Apparently, most of the hundreds of people in attendance already knew about these remarkable, hitherto-unreported discoveries, because no one gasped at this startling revelation.

And why would they? Like comrades celebrating the success of Mao’s Great Leap Forward, attendees at CPAC, the oldest and largest right-wing conference in the country, invest their leaders with the power to defy mere reality through force of insistent rhetoric. The triumphant recent election is all the proof they need that everything George W. Bush says is true. Sure, there’s skepticism of the president’s wonder-working power among some of the old movement hands—including the leaders of the American Conservative Union, which puts CPAC on. For much of the rank and file, though, the thousands of blue-blazered students and local activists who come to CPAC each year to celebrate the vłlkisch virtues of nationalism, capitalism and heterosexuality, Bush is truth. They don rhinestone W brooches and buy mouse pads, posters and T-shirts showing the president as a kind of beefcake Uncle Sam, with flowing white hair and bulging muscles threatening to rend his red, white and blue garments.

It’s not only liberals who have noticed that Bush’s most committed followers are caught up in the fact-filtering force field of a personality cult. In January, Paul Craig Roberts, assistant secretary of the treasury during the Reagan administration and associate editor of the Wall Street Journal’s far-right editorial page, published a damning column in the progressive Z Magazine about fascist tendencies in the conservative movement. “In the ranks of the new conservatives, however, I see and experience much hate. It comes to me in violently worded, ignorant and irrational emails from self-professed conservatives who literally worship George Bush,” he wrote. “Even Christians have fallen into idolatry. There appears to be a large number of Americans who are prepared to kill anyone for George Bush Í Like Brownshirts, the new conservatives take personally any criticism of their leader and his policies. To be a critic is to be an enemy.”

This kind of ground-level devotion was key to the volunteer-driven get-out-the-vote campaign, and the administration sent important emissaries to convey the president’s gratitude. Although the Republicans always have high-powered representatives at CPAC, this year the lineup at the three-day conference is particularly impressive. On the first day alone, attendees heard from Karl Rove and Sen. Rick Santorum as well as Cheney. Tonight, there will be a speech by Zell Miller, the former Democratic senator who delivered the vein-popping keynote address at this year’s Republican National Convention. He’ll be delivering a “Courage Under Fire” award to the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth. Tomorrow, we’ll hear from Republican National Committee chair Ken Mehlman and Newt Gingrich.

Neither Cheney nor Rove said anything very interesting. As he does most years, the vice president essentially rehashed Bush’s State of the Union, although he mercifully omitted any reference to the Federal Marriage Amendment. Rove’s speech was about the growth of the right from “a small principled opposition” to “a broad and inclusive movement that is self-assured, confident and optimistic, and forward leading, and most important of all, dominant in American politics today.”

Their mere presence was more significant than their words, putting the White House imprimatur on an event that featured, in addition to the Swift Boat Veterans, venomous CPAC regulars like Ann Coulter, Oliver North and Michelle “In Defense of Internment” Malkin. It was yet more evidence that this administration puts little distance between itself and the most reactionary forces in the Republican Party.

The people who come to CPAC range from very conservative to proto-fascist. Within that grouping, though, are a host of different concerns. Some of CPACers hate taxes and love guns but are basically social libertarians. Others, like the American Society for the Defense of Tradition, Family and Property, a far-right Catholic outfit, support the criminalization of homosexuality and oppose legalized birth control. A few have very specific grievances, like the man who stood after Santorum’s talk to rant about judges who discriminate against fathers during custody disputes and women who won’t let their ex-husbands see their children more than twice a month.

In his speech, Santorum tried to unite the various constituencies behind the anti-gay marriage amendment with the Orwellian argument that such an amendment is actually necessary to keep government out of people’s private lives.

“I know there are some people who may be economic conservatives and not consider themselves cultural conservatives,” he said. Addressing himself to them, he tried to explain how banning gay marriage is crucial to laissez-faire governing. “Think about those communities where marriage does not exist,” he said, invoking their poverty and illegitimacy. “What you see is a model of what life would look like in a country that has fathers and mothers not wedded together in strong relationships to raise children.” In poor neighborhoods, he said, there’s a strong government presence, “because if Mom and Dad isn’t there to raise the child, someone else has to bridge the gap, and that someone else is always the government.”

Santorum didn’t quite explain how proscribing gay unions would strengthen families in poor communities. The assumption seemed to be that homosexuality would make a travesty of matrimony. Like a suburban block where undesirables insist on moving in, its worth would go down. “If we deconstruct marriage in society, if we say marriage is whatever you want it to be, then marriage loses its intrinsic value,” he said.

“I’m talking at a very protective level about what is important to our society if we are to be a free people,” he said. “The less virtue we have in our society, the more the need for government to control our lives, to govern our lives.” In other words, government needs to enforce virtue in order to keep government out of our lives.

This argument seemed to make sense to his audience.

Who needs logic when you’ve got power?
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Michelle Goldberg is a senior writer for Salon based in New York.

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weather updates California

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Still more rain soaked Southern California on Wednesday, giving Los Angeles its wettest year in more than a century, after collapsing hillsides crushed homes, oozing mud blocked highways and a surging river carried away part of an airport.  The deaths of nine people had been blamed on the series of storms that started last week, including one man who was killed by a falling eucalyptus tree and a teenage girl crushed by rocks that crashed into her bedroom.  While more rain fell overnight, and up to an inch was expected in some areas by day’s end, the National Weather Service said that the region was due for a break as the wet weather moved eastward. To the east, two days or more of rain was forecast in already wet Arizona.

More than 9 inches in a week
The average yearly rainfall in downtown Los Angeles is about 15 inches, but the total just since last Thursday reached 9.14 inches as of Wednesday morning

The cityÝs amount in the nearly eight months since July 1, when California begins its yearly rainfall measurements, reached 34.36 inches ˇ more than the annual average for Seattle. ThatÝs also the cityÝs third wettest year on record and within easy sight of the No. 2 year, 1889-90, when 34.84 inches of rain fell. The record for the entire year is 38.18 inches, set in 1883-84.

All that rain translated to as much as 10 feet of snow atop Mount Baldy, elevation 8,600 feet, in the San Bernardino Mountains northeast of Los Angeles. While the storm system had extended into Northern California, only about 3 feet of snow was measured in the southern Sierra Nevada range.

RANK SEASON RAINFALL TOTAL (INCHES)
1. 1883-1884 38.18
2. 1889-1890 34.84
3. 2004-2005 33.61
4. 1977-1978 33.44
5. 1940-1941 32.76
6. 1982-1983 31.28
7. 1997-1998 31.01
8. 1968-1969 27.47
9. 1992-1993 27.36
10. 1979-1980 26.98

A stretch of about 2 miles of the Pacific Coast Highway leading into Malibu remained closed Wednesday because of mudslides and a huge boulder that threatened to roll onto the highway. Dozens of other roads in the region also were closed.

Amtrak service suspended
Amtrak suspended train service north of Los Angeles to Santa Barbara at least through Thursday because of mudslides, following a weekend in which rail service was shut down in other parts of the region.

Officials in Ventura County had to close the small Santa Paula airport Tuesday because more than 155 feet of runway collapsed into the rushing Santa Clara River. Chunks of concrete crumbled into the water throughout the day.

ýWeÝve lost nearly the entire west third of the airport,ţ said Rowena Mason, president of the Santa Paula Airport Association. ýThis is millions and millions of dollars worth of damage.ţ

Storms have caused $52.5 million in damage to Los Angeles County roads and facilities since the beginning of this year. The county has spent $9 million on repairs, including $500,000 since the weekend, officials said.

Authorities said dozens of homes were evacuated or red-tagged ˇ marked as uninhabitable ˇ because they threatened to collapse from sliding hillsides. Others already had collapsed or lost backyard patios and swimming pools.

Los Angeles Mayor James Hahn has asked Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger to urge President Bush to issue a federal disaster declaration for the city.  ę 2005 The Associated Press

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QUOTE OF THE DAY

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. Aristotle (384 BC˝322 BC), Greek philosopher

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Blonde jokes

I usuually don’t post rehtoric like this but some of it is pretty funny

FIRST DEGREE
A married couple were asleep when the phone rang at 2:00 AM.  The wife
(undoubtedly blonde), picked up the phone, listened a moment and said, “How
should I know, that’s 200 miles from here!” and hung up.  The husband said,
“Who was that?” The wife said, “I don’t know, some woman wanting to know
if the coast is clear.”
SECOND DEGREE
Two blondes are walking down the street.  One notices a compact on the
sidewalk and leans down to pick it up.  She opens it, looks in the mirror and
says, “Hmm, this person looks familiar.” The second blonde says, “Here, let
me see!” So the first blonde hands her the compact.  The second one looks
in the mirror and says, “You dummy, it’s me!”
THIRD DEGREE
A blonde suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her, so she goes out and buys
a gun.  She goes to his apartment unexpectedly and when she opens the door,
she finds him in the arms of a redhead.  Well, the blonde is really angry.  She
opens her purse to take out the gun, and as she does so, she is overcome with
grief.  She takes the gun and puts it to her head.  The boyfriend yells, “No,
honey, don’t do it!!!!” The blonde replies, “Shut up, you’re next!”

FIRST DEGREE
A married couple were asleep when the phone rang at 2:00 AM.  The wife
(undoubtedly blonde), picked up the phone, listened a moment and said, “How
should I know, that’s 200 miles from here!” and hung up.  The husband said,
“Who was that?” The wife said, “I don’t know, some woman wanting to know
if the coast is clear.”
SECOND DEGREE
Two blondes are walking down the street.  One notices a compact on the
sidewalk and leans down to pick it up.  She opens it, looks in the mirror and
says, “Hmm, this person looks familiar.” The second blonde says, “Here, let
me see!” So the first blonde hands her the compact.  The second one looks
in the mirror and says, “You dummy, it’s me!”
THIRD DEGREE
A blonde suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her, so she goes out and buys
a gun.  She goes to his apartment unexpectedly and when she opens the door,
she finds him in the arms of a redhead.  Well, the blonde is really angry.  She
opens her purse to take out the gun, and as she does so, she is overcome with
grief.  She takes the gun and puts it to her head.  The boyfriend yells, “No,
honey, don’t do it!!!!” The blonde replies, “Shut up, you’re next!”
FOURTH DEGREE
What did the blonde ask her doctor when he told her she was pregnant?  “Is it
mine?”
FIFTH DEGREE
A blonde was bragging about her knowledge of state capitals.  She proudly
says, “Go ahead, ask me.  I know all of them.” A friend says, “OK, what’s the
capital of Wisconsin?” The blonde replies, “Oh, that’s easy:  W.”
SIXTH DEGREE
Bambi, a blonde in her fourth year as a UCLA freshman, sat in her US Government
class.  The professor asked Bambi if she knew what Roe vs. Wade was about.
Bambi pondered the question and then finally said, “That was the decision
George Washington had to make before he crossed the Delaware.”
SEVENTH DEGREE
Returning home from work, a blonde was shocked to find her house ransacked
and burglarized.  She called the police at once and reported the crime.  The
police dispatcher broadcast the call on the radio and a K-9 unit, patrolling
nearby, was the first to respond.  As the K-9 officer approached the house
with his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the porch, shuddered at the
sight of the cop and his dog, then sat down on the steps.  Putting her face in
her hands, she moaned, “I come home to find all my possessions stolen.  I
call for help, and what do they do?  They send me a BLIND policeman

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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Woman hacks it and flushes it after breakup sex !

First heres the link so you can read it your self ( sorry no pics)

ANCHORAGE, Alaska Feb 22, 2005 ˇ A woman upset about an impending breakup with her boyfriend cut off the man’s penis and flushed it down a toilet, police said.

Utility workers recovered the severed member Sunday and surgeons reattached it.

Kim Tran, 35, was charged with first-degree assault, domestic violence and tampering with evidence. She was jailed at the Anchorage Jail with no bail set.

At arraignment Sunday afternoon, Tran requested a Vietnamese interpreter. Magistrate Brian Johnson continued the arraignment until Monday with no bail set.

Anchorage Police Department spokeswoman Anita Shell said police received a call just after midnight that a 44-year-old man had been dropped off by his girlfriend at Providence Hospital with amputated genitals.

“It was brutal, brutal,” Shell said.

The man’s name has not been released in keeping with department policy in domestic violence cases, Shell said.

Investigators determined that the man and Tran on Saturday night had argued over a pending breakup. The relationship had lasted a little more than a year but the man no longer wanted to be involved with the woman, police said.

At some point, the pair decided to have sexual relations and the man agreed to have his arms tied to a window handle above their bed.

The woman pulled out a kitchen knife severed the man’s penis, police said. She then flushed the penis down the toilet, untied the man and drove him to the hospital.

Shell said investigators gave no indication in their report whether Tran showed any remorse in driving the victim to the hospital. She assisted him to a nurses station, she said. She had parked in a no parking zone and returned to her car, Shell said.

“She decided to just go home at that point,” Shell said.

Officers arrived at the couple’s home and found the woman cleaning up the bloody scene.

A police supervisor contacted officials at the Anchorage Water and Wastewater Utility and asked them to go to the home to see if the man’s body part could be recovered. 

Utility workers pulled the toilet and found the severed member, which was rushed to Providence Hospital.

At about 6:00 a.m., Providence Hospital staff told police that surgeons were successful in reattaching the penis.

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What? A color Laser with auto duplex 4 under 350.00 D

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saw This Samsung on sale over the weekend at a retailer for 349.00 model clp-500 runs at 48 db (extra quiet) they also offer an extra 50.00 D rebate

its so hard to believe how fast capitalism moves technology!  Just 4-5 years ago only medium offices that considered them mission critical would have this type of equipment, and most of the other business’ farmed color prints out to a reprographics or stats co. now people are buying these for their homes, and kids.  funny aint it.  lifeÝs just full of funny
shizzle nizzle

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