Showing posts with label fireworks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fireworks. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Break up the sun there's nothing better left

Yes indeed, Days Like This Are Sweet.

The sun is SHINING, and I have tickets to the first game of the National League Championship Series, if the mets makes it!!!!!! So, lads, you'd better do me proud and get there. OR ELSE. WHOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEE.

Friday, September 29, 2006

Kapow! Shazaaaaam! Holy Roman Candles Batman!

I am so depressed about this article from the NY Times - In Tiny Courts of N.Y., Abuses of Law and Power - that I will give you just a few choice quotes before something else.

After a black soldier was upset about being called "that colored man" by a witness, Judge Pennington said it was ok, because “I mean, to me,” he testified, colored doesn’t preferably mean black. It could be an Indian, who’s red. It could be Chinese, who’s considered yellow.” Or a Simpson, obviously.

Justice Kadur heard a speeding case against her son in her own kitchen, then tried to cover up their family relationship in record books, the commission said, by misspelling his last name.

Justice Ralph T. Romano: Arraigning a man in 1997 on charges that he had hit his wife in the face with a telephone, he laughed and asked, “What was wrong with this?” Arraigning a woman on charges that she had sexually abused a 12-year-old boy, the justice asked his courtroom, “Where were girls like this when I was 12?”

A woman in Malone, N.Y., was not amused. A mother of four, she went to court in that North Country village seeking an order of protection against her husband, who the police said had choked her, kicked her in the stomach and threatened to kill her. The justice, Donald R. Roberts, a former state trooper with a high school diploma, not only refused, according to state officials, but later told the court clerk, “Every woman needs a good pounding every now and then.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

So let's see my fireworks photos instead!






Phew. Much better.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Spinderella cut it up one time


I shall go to the ball.

Going to the Fordham Centennial Gala tonight - huzzzzzzah! We've hired out Ellis Island for this minor shindig... So excited!

Just wish I weren't so spotty, hadn't mashed up both my feet with football practice (yes, my own fault for toe-poking), so so so tired (six hours' sleep not enough), and had legs that are so unwilling to walk about right now... ugh. Revolting. Sorry.

Pat Buchanan, incidentally, is a bad human being. He was utterly offensive, unapologetic, and, essentially, insane. Remember your forbears, Mr Buchanan. Hmm, I wonder where that name comes from?

I really think the major problem is this mass of language and colour of the skin of the people entering. They, the (other) Americans entering are able to speak in a language that none of True Americans Can Possibly Understand and are brown. Honestly, this is it. Italians = not so much; Irish = both white and English-speaking.

Never mind that the crops have been failing in California this year due to lack of workers.

Happened in Costa Rica, too.

Both countries desperately trying to prevent immigrants entering. Trying to get them out of here.

Both utterly dependent on them. How embarrassing for them to be dependent on the aliens. Much like the Scientologists.