I'm watching SNL right now...

McCain's talking about his campaign strategies. He got booed. I laughed.

This is from a couple weeks ago...I wish Palin had had the balls to do this herself.

Speaking of tattoos

I love me some e to the i pi.


I hate spiderman, but this tattoo is cool.


Hehe, I get it. Its limit is infinity as x approaches zero. Oh, you asymptote, you. Function humor.

I present to you: A tattooed douchebag (Part II)

I have no words.

See Part I

Literature Review

So, as I've mentioned before, I greatly enjoy the genres of utopia and dystopia, as well as post-apocalyptia (e.g. The Road, Anthem, 1984, etc). I came across The Age of the Conglomerates by Thomas Nevins at B&N the other day and decided to give it a try.

The prologue was eerie, as it almost perfectly describes the current financial crisis going on.

The story itself is about two generations of a family currently living in America, which is under the rule of a political party known as the Conglomerates. Paper money has become underground and back market, people can discard their trouble children and trade up for designer ones, and the elderly, or Coots, are all shipped out to the desert to die. This story follows George and Patsy Salter, two Coots being sent out to the west, Christine Salter (George and Patsy's granddaughter), a Conglomerate doctor in charge of genetic manipulation and designer babies, and Xamina "X" Salter (Christine's little sister) who has been discarded by her mother.

While the story itself was a little slow to start, after thirty pages or so, I was hooked. Political intrigue, dystopian society (1984 is heavily present here), and medical drama, I was excited to read what was happening to these people.

But then the story ended. Half way, I would say, through the climax. I turned the last page of the book and thought, what the hell? That was it? There literally was no denouement.

So, I guess I would say read this book if you're into this genre, but don't expect to be satisfied. It was a great book, but there was no ending. (very Hitchcockian, now that I think about it).

A case of mistaken identity?

WebUrbanist, my favorite place for all things geeky-artsy-cool, did a nice post for halloween. Among the post, was this pic of supposedly "Star Wars" related pumpkins. Is it just me, or is the one on the bottom left Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter?

Happy Halloween

You know, I'm not the biggest holiday person, but Neatorama linked to this site which is having a pumplin contest. I wanted to share my favorites.

Lego Lantern

And of course, because I love me some pi...

On the FREEDOM OF SPEECH...

I really hate repeating myself, but it seems it's warranted, unfortunately.

Living in the United States affords us certain liberties, among which is the freedom of speech. It's a freedom I greatly appreciate and use to its fullest extent. I understand that not everyone will agree with what I am saying, and furthermore, I agree that some people may even think me not a good person.

Fine. Whatever.

I publish ALL comments because I believe in EVERYONE'S right to say what they want, and to have their opinions heard, even if I don't agree, or it hurts my feelings. I WOULD APPRECIATE THE SAME IN RETURN. Unfortunately, a certain gentleman believes that because I embrace this constitutional right of mine, I'm a nasty bitch whose parents don't love her.

Congratulations, Middle-Aged Man. I hope you're proud of yourself.

Among your comments to me, you've written:

...Now I understand why people think us New Yorkers are ASS-HOLES, and on top of it you are making Jewish people look bad too (my Nan would smack you if she could), but at least you don't have any visitors to care about what you have to say...

Your parents didn't love you did they?

and

I thought I would leave one more comment so you could get to ten for the first time. CONGRATS!

Even though I don't like posting anything insulting, I still did, didn't I? Because YOU, Mr. Middle Class, have the right to have your opinions heard, even in my teeny tiny little blog that no one but you apparently reads.

I didn't like someone else's blog. So what? You don't like my blog. So what? Walk away, home boy. No one invited you.

AND SO...IN CONCLUSION

From henceforth, on the topic of my apparently nasty bitchiness, unless someone has a constructive comment for me, I will publish no more comments.

Welcome to the Blogsphere, Mr. Middle Class, glad to know you're willing to give everyone an equal chance at having their opinions heard. So long, of course, as they don't insult your friends or you.