Life in 3D

Stealing is wrong – it can give you radiation poisoning

Yep, Somali pirates that hijacked an Iranian ship got more than they bargained for.  Instead of a cargo of weapons they found a cargo of highly radioactive soil.

Why would Iran be shipping radioactive dirt through the Suez Canal?  Well, here’s one theory that makes a lot of sense:

[Russian sources claim she] was an enormous floating dirty bomb, intended to detonate after exiting the Suez Canal at the eastern end of the Mediterranean and in proximity to the coastal cities of Israel. The entire cargo of radioactive sand, obtained by Iran from China (the latter buys desperately needed oil from the former) and sealed in containers which, when the charges on the ship are set off after the crew took to the boats, will be blasted high into the air where prevailing winds will push the highly dangerous and radioactive cloud ashore.

Given the large number of deaths from the questing Somali pirates, it should be obvious that when the contents of the ship’s locked cargo containers finally descended onto the land, the death toll would be enormous. This ship was nothing more nor less than the long-anticipated Iranian attack on Israel.

And this is the country that Obama said that he would meet without any pre-conditions, oh – except for the ones the Iranian’s want.

God help us if that idiot wins, because he will sure screw us over.

Hat tip: Dr. Sanity

WTF Great Britian style

It’s been a while since I had a pure WTF story, and so here it is

A judge allowed a mother who had sex with a 14-year-old boy to walk free, saying that the boy seduced her.

Sharon Edwards, 40, walked away from Teeside Crown Court after the judge ruled that she had been flattered by the boy’s attention as a result of feeling trapped in an unhappy marriage and had let herself be seduced by him.

If the situation had been reversed and it had been a 40 year old man who was ‘seduced’ by a 14 year old girl do you think the judge would have been saying “Oh, gee, it’s so understandable why this happened..”

Yea, doubt it.

And she asked the kid to buy her coke, too and they still just let her walk out the door and go home.  Oh, she’s on probation and has to register as a sex offender for five years, but hell if that’s all the punishment she will get if she re-offends then I don’t think she will be too scared about it.

Judge Peter Fox QC told her: “You have been a very unhappy lady for a very considerable period of time when this 14-year-old boy seduced you and not you him both so far as sexual matters and as far as drugs are concerned.”

He added that Mrs Edwards did have a responsibility as an adult to reject the boy’s advances but said that he regarded the case as an exceptional one.

Yea, but she’s the ADULT and is supposed to know better and have at least enough control over herself to resist the advances of a boy that her sons go to school with.

Seriously, have the British just completely gone and thrown all common sense into the Atlantic?  First we have the authorities telling a man to remove the barbed wire he had protecting his garden because a crook might get hurt climbing over it!

They have shiara law as an acceptable practice, you know – the laws that look at women as property and honor killings as justified.  Sure, they only have jurisdiction over ‘civil’ cases but why do they have it at all?!

And finally, we have the story about how clearing the brush out of a public park is discriminatory against gays that want to have sex there.

The fact is that Rachel Lucas has it totally right – the once Great Britain has surrendered. They’ve sold off their spines and their testicles and the final remnants of our once strong ally will soon sink into the North Atlantic and all we will have to remember them by is Guinness, Fish and Chips, and that asshole Bono.

Well, I guess two out of three ain’t bad.

Damn it

Black and Right

One of my favorite YouTube video guys now has his own blog; go and give him some love. 

Here’s one of my favorite videos of his, I just want to know what style he does.

Love and dreams

The classroom was on the top floor of a building that looked to me like it used to be an old auto repair shop or warehouse of some kind. The windows were that warehouse kind that are about 8 feet tall but frosted over so no light really comes through, just a misty sort of glow, and the lighting hanging from the open beam ceiling was the standard florescent kind and bathed everything in a cold blue light.

I looked around at the paint smears on the floor and the metal easels that had obviously seen better days and began to wonder if I had made the right choice leaving Seattle to chase a dream that I wasn’t even sure could be caught.  I wanted to be an artist, I wanted to make games, I wanted to figured out what I was doing with myself.

Since I was the only one in there I set my paint box down, grabbed an easel and plopped my pristine new canvas in place; it looked like it belonged there as much as I belonged at an anti-gun rally, or maybe an undergrad art college. I had no formal art training before I decided to jump on this ride. I took one continuing ed. drawing class, submitted my portfolio and, much to my surprise, was accepted to the number three art school in the country – the only one I applied to.

In my first day I had already intimidated a young punk rocker who tried show how cool he was by jumping into my face and screaming. I settled him right down by telling him I would break his face if he did that again. Even funnier as I set up my paints I looked up to see him coming in, turned out he’s a classmate of mine – well, so much for my “plays well with others” grade. Once again it looks like I’m the outsider looking in; everyone is younger than me by at least 15 years. I even heard one girl say under her breath “What’s he doing here? He’s too old for college.”

Wonderful

But then she came walking in. There’s something amazing about seeing the girl you know is ‘the one’ for the very first time, I remember very clearly that she was wearing overalls that were baggy on her and a blue bandanna to hold her hair back. Her painting gear had obviously seen quite a bit of use unlike my brand new, just out of the wrapper brushes and paint tubes that hadn’t even been cracked open.

I don’t remember how I did it, but somehow I managed to maneuver her to the easel next to mine and struck up a conversation. Through most of it I am sure that she thought I was nuts, and I’m sure she’s right but over the weeks we became friends and I would make her laugh on the days it looked like she might just want to cry from something going wrong in her life and she helped me with learning all the stuff about art that I didn’t know like how to mix colors and lay out a painting.

We were like this through sophomore year, helping each other and sometimes going to grab some lunch when our schedules allowed, but then junior year came around and I went to the media studies department and she went over to the fine arts building. I thought about her a lot during that time, but there was never time to get together and for some reason we had never gotten each others phone number. I honestly thought that she had moved on and I would never see her again but then I was coming out of class one day and there she was, sitting on a bench.

This time, I didn’t blow it. I asked her out and got her to say yes by not giving her a chance to say no. We started dating for real and not just lunch every once in a while. By the time our senior year ended I had decided that there was no way I was letting her go so I asked her to marry me.

She said no.

She didn’t think I was serious she said, I was just kidding around. It took three more tries which included flying her home to meet my parents and proposing to her at the top of the Sandia mountains before she finally said yes and that leads us to today, the day we got married. Three years ago today I stood at the altar and watched the most beautiful woman in the world walk down the aisle to me and say that she would be my wife.

Happy anniversary, hon, three years and it just keeps getting better and better.  Maybe I’ll never catch that dream I’ve been chasing, but even if I don’t I have you and that’s more than enough.