You never see this, cause you’re on the front end

 but my webhost, although they provide a helluva service, charges me too much money and recently i’ve been shopping around for cheaper service.
Found it.
Grand.
come to find out, however, that my current host won’t release my domain for transfer unless i shell out some more cash.
Suckas.
so, in a desperate cry for attention and help:
i’m killing myself

on-line.

with that in mind:
2 things:

1 thing: please update your addy book to reach me at jason(dot)preu(at)gmail.com. the shut down here won’t occur for another week or so.
2 thing: i’ll be back on line someday soon with a new host and domain name, probably baddaboomdotorg.com…kidding…

Adieu

Comments:

If you aren’t already set with the new host, I would higly recommend http://www.vagrantweb.com

I’ve been using them for several years now, and am extremely satisfied with their service.

Posted by: scoville

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You never see this, cause you’re on the front end

3 more years

Did the Administration know the truth and lie to others, so that “the intelligence and facts were being fixed around the policy,” as the head of British intelligence put it contemporaneously? Or was it that Bush officials “misled themselves…. And then they misled the world,” as the United Nations inspector at the time, Hans Blix, has recently said–in keeping with the old principle of salesmanship that the most persuasive deceiver is a self-deceiver? Or did the Administration, like an overzealous policeman who believes someone is guilty and plants evidence on him to “prove” it, just believe that Saddam had weapons of mass destruction and, combining faith and fraud, fix the facts to fit its belief? Whichever it was, the effort was arduous and protracted. And the same can be said of other assaults on factual truth and its tellers. For hiding the real world, with its powerful capacity to pour forth oceans of new facts every day, is not an inconsiderable task.

Perhaps that’s why, in a more recent discovery about the Bush officials, they turn out to have had a minimal interest in actually running things. Many have noted that the Administration had no plan for running Iraq. But it took the federal response, or lack of one, to Hurricane Katrina to show that the same might be true of the Administration’s approach to the United States. In light of this new surmise, other puzzles melt away: a Clear Skies Act that dirties the skies, a Social Security plan to address a financial shortfall that deepened the problem and so forth. It has turned out that the Republican Party, which has long seen government as “the problem,” not “the solution,” is uninterested in governing. But if a “government” ceases to govern, can we call it a government? If a “supermarket” sells no food, can we call it a supermarket? We all keep referring to the “Bush Administration,” yet administering seems to be the last thing on its mind.

In other news,

We went to see Shopgirl this weekend and I highly recommend it. Is it a date movie? In a sense. It’s a character-driven movie with fine acting. Also, Steve Martin seems to wear an inordinate amount of eyeliner. Definite improvement over the novel (which I enjoyed as well). As Sa Rah pointed out to me, the female lead is a much fuller character in the film, she doesn’t come off so objectified. At arnee rate, it’s enjoyaboo.

3 more years

Kansas: As Big and Dumb as You Think

“The newly approved Kansas regulations, which don’t require the teaching of intelligent design, are significantly broader. They not only question the theory that all life has a common origin, they also rewrite the definition of science, holding that it no longer is limited to searching for natural explanations for natural phenomena.”

Comments:

goddammit.

Posted by: kin-corn-karn

Kansas: As Big and Dumb as You Think

Not much to report on here in BB! Land.

The skies are bluepowderwhitestreaked. The coffee bites your tongue like a playful lover. And the seconds smile and wave as they trickle by you (or is it you smiling and waving as you trickle by them?). No matter.

BB! Land today has nothing in common with Paris although both are on fire.

BB! Land today has nothing in common with Katie Couric’s hair.

BB! Land today could offer parenting tips to both Madonna and Bon Jovi.

BB! Land today might be your wife and she might make you sick.

BB! Land today just wants to stand under the spraying showerhead while squeezing its butt cheeks.

BB! Land today remembers the BB! Land of yesteryear and looks forward to the BB! Land of Tomorrow.

BB! Land does not tolerate FEMA Fashion Gods.

Or Sleezstacks.

In other news,

Jarhead?
Who Cares?
(There’s not supposed to be a link there. I’m serious when I ask, “Who Cares?”)

Piss off RIAA
You cain’t stop the bum rush. You can only adapt.

I truly wouldn’t mind living into my thousands.
Might actually be able to get out of debt before I die.

Not much to report on here in BB! Land.

Pull out your old, dusty rap tapes

 This is a list of albums that I’ve love for you to copy for me cause I’m broke:

Too Short: Born To Mack; Life Is…; Short Dog’s in the House; Shorty the Pimp
King Tee: At Your Own Risk
Schoolly D: Am I Black Enough For You?
UTFO: Lethal
Boogie Down Productions: Criminal Minded
America’s Most Wanted: Criminals (I think this was only released on cassette and I’ve only met a few people who ever heard this album – some classic Oakland/East Bay rap – I don’t know how the hell some kid in Willow Springs, MO got a hold of it.)
Geto Boys: Self-Titled
DJ Quik: Quik is the Name
2nd II None: Self-Titled
The Pharcyde: Bizarre Ride 2 the Pharcyde
Snow: 12 Inches of Snow (just kidding)

Pull out your old, dusty rap tapes

Halloween in Westheight

Was a sight to behold.

I took off early yesterday afternoon to Halloweenify our house:

(3) bed sheets to completely enclose our foyer
(1) red light bulb to use in the foyer light
(1) fog machine to fog up the foyer
(1) strobe light to flash our front door from outside
(2) black light bulbs to use in our porch lights
(2) wireless speakers to plant in the hedges out front and pump scary sounds
(1) voice changer
(1) pitchfork
(1) jdouble in coveralls and a scary mask
(1) Sa Rah dressed up super scary
(10) luminary bags
(15) bags of candy

Took us about an hour to set everything up.

Sa Rah came home around a quarter after five and ran right upstairs to make herself scary: white face powder, hair teased way up, red dress and a creepy, black shawl.

I hooked up the voice changer to my coveralls and mask and planted myself outside to wait for the kiddies.
When the kiddies came, they were so captivated by the sight and sound of the house that they never noticed me, crouched to the side of the front steps, pitchfork in hand. As the kids would draw near to the house, I started making a low growling noise that, when filtered through the electronic voice box, came out as a really creepy clicking noise. The kids would look in my direction, trying to determine whether I was real or not. I let them stare for a bit, all the while making my noise. Just as they would step up to ring the doorbell, I would stand up, and say “Happy Halloween” through the voice changer and watch as they jumped. Then, they’d look to our front door to see scary Sa Rah, standing in a room of fog, watching and waiting.

At times I would roam the yard, taunting passers-by, some of whom refused to come up to the house.

Westheight was a madhouse – kids everywhere, carloads, busloads, carrying candy-craved chitlins. We ran out of candy in an hour and I had to make another run.

One little girl came up to shake my hand. I shook it and laughed maniacally. Her friend came up to shake my hand. I shook it. She kicked me in the shin then ran. One little boy came after me with his sword. When I fell, he ran off telling his mom, “I got him! I got him!”

One little girl was giving Sa Rah a hard time. A little boy told her, “Ah, leave the lady alone.” Then he stepped to the door and said, “Now gimmie some candy, Sexy.” One little girl said to Sa Rah, “You look like my momma when she wakes up in the morning.”

Some of Sa Rah’s fave costumes:

1. Hood Rat
2. Bagman
3. various babies dressed as clowns

I didn’t have a favorite costume, but my favorite trick-or-treater was a tiny little girl, probably 3 or so, who I figured would be quite scared of me. She and her family came later in the evening and I just stood by the stairs and watched them, making my creepy noise. The little girl smiled at me the entire time. As she was leaving our yard, I raised my pitchfork. The little girl, still smiling, yelled out, “I AIN’T AFRAID OF YOU!” What a bad-ass.

Several small children though, did cry. I tried to console them, but hearing “It’s OK. Don’t be afraid,” through a voice changer probably isn’t all that comforting.

One teenager swiped one of our mini-pumpkins and put it in his pocket. I let him have it. It was covered with ants. Trick-or-treat, punk ass.

Many times we heard, “You guys have the scariest house in the neighborhood.”

Just wait ’till next year, kiddies.

Halloween in Westheight