Yeah... so this article is work-safe but probably not something you want children reading.
I don't even know where to begin except that an insanity plea is a must. I mean... I don't even know... that's just messed up. Way too messed up...
I was bumming along this morning getting ready to start my errands when I stumbled upon this gem. That's right, the league manager decided that this 11/12-year-old baseball team was too good and ejected them from the league.
Doesn't that sound a bit over the top for a pre-teen baseball league? At least they got their money back... that's more than some other institutions would have done.
I really wish I had a digital camera right now so that I could take some pictures of our apartment and show them off. We officially moved in yesterday, but it took me until this afternoon to finally manage my computer getting set up so that I could do work and (eventually) post.
More impressive than all of this is the fact that we've moved more stuff into this place than we even owned 2 months ago. Our friends and family have been very good to us, as has God, and so we have furniture and a roof to keep the rain off of it and 4 walls to keep the Guatemalans from stealing it.
A very misguided boy got loose in his neighborhood and did a decent variety of sick things. This is a news article whose subject matter is not family-friendly... nor is it even amusing. I'm more or less posting this as a complaint that the article spends 75% of the time whining about a dog, when there are two other human victims who are virtually ignored. In light of the people, who cares about the dog?!
Are shorts pants? There is an ongoing debate as to whether or not they are. And if shorts are not pants, what are they?
You all know that this sort of thing is what happens to History and English majors who have a secret passion for Star Wars:
Just in case you were feeling like the US Criminal Justice system was too warped to be beaten by any other country's... check this out.
Apparently, it is perfectly legal to sell sex in Sweden... with only one caveat: It is illegal to buy sex in Sweden. I'm not sure how that works out, but it's a pretty sweet deal for the hookers. What really perplexes me is that apparently the only penalty is a fine, and some respected public figures like the judge in this article are even retaining their jobs after the fact. Go figure...
Having seen Batman Begins last night and finding it satisfactory on the whole, I figured that this link on the workings of the batsuit would appeal especially to Mr. West.
Because some of you have clearly been missing my presence on the internet, I have seen fit to restore myself to your good graces in an especially poignant way. Namely, I have gone and found the most screwed-up and samely family-friendly link that I have seen in months. It's actually a pair of related links.
First, I want you to read about a Wiccan marriage ceremony known as a "hand-fasting" and not just any hand-fasting at that. Nextly, I want you to read about the particular ceremony that was performed at this wedding, along with a lot of other tid-bits of lore.
...go read before we continue...
Yes, that's right... he marries people to their horses! And not only does he do this casually, he has gone to the lengths of making up an ENTIRE marriage ceremony with which to perform this rite of marriage to one's horse.
The funniest part here to me is in the actual ceremony, where the officiant asks the horse if he/she wants to continue on in the hand-fasting. Presumably, the horse needs to want this as much as the human participant:
The Priest(ess) lays her hand on the mare's mane and whispers : "{BRIDE}. Beside you stands {GROOM}. He has promised before the Horse Goddess and the Horned God to protect and keep you as his partner in love and herdmate. If you so desire this then shall be. If you do not so wish then you may leave him. May Epona carry this words to you and in your heart may you so choose your path." The priest withdraws a step to allow the bride to make her decision. If she stays the ritual continues.
*stammers* I don't really know what else to say...
Catherine the Great, eat your heart out. Crazy limeys.
Here is a picture of me with my beautiful bride. At least she looks good... everyone knows that even photographic geniuses like Morgan have their work cut out when dealing with my ugly mug.
One will note that it's been quite some time since I've posted. So long that I'm beginning to feel like Wheeler or Moore or maybe even Gallagher.
I really don't have a lot by way of excuse other than married life, classes and World of Warcraft have come together to steal my soul. I'm also searching for a job with every spare minute I have, so we'll see what that comes to.
I ought to write down more, but I must run errands for my wife. After all, being the stay-at-home husband involves doing a bit of domestic work to earn my keep. That said, it's been a good ride... even if I feel very guilty for Anna working and me taking fun classes and playing. Ah well, I'm sure things will balance out when she gets summer break and maternity leave and all of that stuff.
That's right! The official wedding pictures as taken and digitally cleaned up by our own Morgan Miller are in! Soon, we will post a couple of the favorites online and maybe even attempt to set up a gallery of sorts for those of you who are really interested.
Reading through slashdot, this story on drunk drivers caught my eye. Apparently, judges in Seminole County, FL feel that a defendant's right to a fair trial trump the rights of private contractors to their trade secrets. As a result, whenever a defendant has challenged the state with a request for the workings of the breathalyzer, the judge has dismissed the charges.
Now, I must admit that I find the actual dismissals somewhat troubling... especially as I am a big proponent of harsh penalties for the dangerous stupidity of driving while intoxicated. That said, I really agree with the judges on this one. What happens if there are design flaws in this machine? We all know that state beauracracies are much like their federal equivalents in accidentally ignoring large problems for years and failing to look into some very important details while spending years on seemingly unimportant problems. I'm not saying that this is necessarily a reason to toss out all blood intoxication tests, but at the same time, I must always come down on the side that the paramount rights are the rights of the accused... even if this particular implementation does make me slightly uneasy.