PETA’s latest adventure into bizarro world…

In an effort to discourage fishing, PETA wants to rename fish “sea kittens”. They seem to think that branding is the problem.

From PETA:

People don’t seem to like fish. They’re slithery and slimy, and they have eyes on either side of their pointy little heads—which is weird, to say the least…When your name can also be used as a verb that means driving a hook through your head, it’s time for a serious image makeover. And who could possibly want to put a hook through a sea kitten?

Sorry, calling fish sea kittens and dressing them up in big eyed cat drag won’t change my mind. I will continue to order my sea kitten salad sandwich on toast.

(the pic above is my personal sea kitteh that I created at the PETA site. Not sure what a sea kitteh is going to do in a litterbox or why he needs a water dish)


Big things

June 3, 2008

I don’t travel in general and my fear of flying has kept me grounded for more years than I care to admit but if I got the chance to go anywhere in the world it would be Dubai. That country (part of the UAE) is an amazing spectacle of what man can do with enough money and enough effort. While the riches of the UAE originated from oil, Dubai never had much. So they turned to other ventures:

There once was a sheikh who dreamed big. His realm, on the shores of the Persian Gulf, was a sleepy, sun-scorched village occupied by pearl divers, fishermen, and traders who docked their ramshackle dhows and fishing boats along a narrow creek that snaked through town. But where others saw only a brackish creek, this sheikh, Rashid bin Saeed al Maktoum, saw a highway to the world.

One day in 1959, he borrowed many millions of dollars from his oil-rich neighbor, Kuwait, to dredge the creek until it was wide and deep enough for ships. He built wharves and warehouses and planned for roads and schools and homes. Some thought he was mad, others just mistaken, but Sheikh Rashid believed in the power of new beginnings. Sometimes at dawn, with his young son, Mohammed, by his side, he’d walk the empty waterfront and paint his dream in the air with words and gestures. And it was, in the end, as he said. He built it, and they came.

And build they did. Here is Dubai (City)in 1990:

And here it is now:

And that’s just the beginning. Run out of room or need more coastline? No problem, you just make more (and more).

Now this is where it really gets large:

Billy Mays and Vegas have some serious competition.

(Quaker inspired)

For anyone who wonders why I don’t trust Democrats to stay out of my life, I give you this:

Fried shrimp on a bed of jasmine rice and a side of mango salad, all served on a styrofoam plate. Bottled water to wash it all down.

These trendy catering treats are unlikely to appear on the menu at parties sponsored by the Denver 2008 Host Committee during the Democratic National Convention this summer.

Fried foods are forbidden at the committee’s 22 or so events, as is liquid served in individual plastic containers. Plates must be reusable, like china, recyclable or compostable. The food should be local, organic or both.

And caterers must provide foods in “at least three of the following five colors: red, green, yellow, blue/purple, and white,” garnishes not included, according to a Request for Proposals, or RFP, distributed last week.

You know that has to cost some serious coin. I like this proposal instead:

If the Democrats were serious about eating green, they could surely just have some army cooks make a few thousand quarts of nice healthy lentil stew for everybody. What they want is credit for environmental rigour without sacrificing their bourgeois right to fine dining. And if they have to waste a certain amount of energy, effort and money, so be it.

Boy George put it nicely

I’m a man without conviction
I’m a man who doesnt know
How to sell a contradiction

I spent yesterday in a crusty old bar (btw, it’s never a good idea to start drinking at 1:00 in the afternoon (see previous day’s posts)).   Fun time had by all but I had to face my evil nemesis:   the cloth towel dispenser.  You know what I’m talking about.  Those awful rolls of towels in metal dispensers.  The ones you have to crank until you find a dry/clean spot.  Yuck!  And like 90% of them, this one didn’t work/was out of towels.   So I did the only thing I could.   I used my pants to dry my hands.  The only saving grace was that the door on the bathroom was a push out.  Or hands free, as I like to call them.

I’m so used to going to casinos where everything is automated.  The urinal flushes when you walk away, the water turns on when you place your hands under the faucet and paper towels magically appear with a wave of the hand.  No touching where someone else’s nasty hands have been.   A germaphobes dream.  It makes losing money that much more enjoyable (until I think about the guy that didn’t wash his hands playing my machine).

Anyway, through the power of alcohol, I survived.  After much beer (and an order of chicken nuggets), I didn’t care so much.  

And I’m thinking about buying this

A cunning array of stunts

February 9, 2008

1. Skydiving (without a parachute)

2. Base jumping

1. Rock climbing

The only thing that ruins this last one is the description of the video on youtube:

Best rock climber,This was his last vid befor he fell,he will be missed


Frankie Goes to Bethlehem

December 7, 2007

The FGTH video for this song: 

A sample of the lyrics:

Ill protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down Ill be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you

Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushin rushin inside of me

Ahhh, doesn’t that just scream Christmas.