Archive for October, 2009
30 outstanding place names in Great Britain
Posted by kemibe in Hootworthy on October 31, 2009
A book called Rude Britain includes a list of the 100 “dirtiest” named places (towns, streets, etc.) in the U.K. Here are the top 30, courtesy of Wikipedia.
1. Cocks, Cornwall
2. Minge Lane, Upton-upon-Severn, Worcestershire, England
3. Bell End, Worcestershire, England
4. Twatt, Shetland (note, there is another Twatt in Orkney)
5. Sandy Balls, a long-established holiday centre in New Forest, Hampshire, England with a name dating back to Henry VIII
6. Muff, County Donegal, Ireland (Not part of Britain or UK)
7. Fingringhoe, Essex, England
8. Back Passage, City of London, an alleyway in the EC1 postal district
9. Shitterton, Dorset, England
10. Slag Lane, Merseyside, a residential street in Haydock, England
11. Hole of Horcum, North York Moors, England
12. Fanny Hands Lane, Lincolnshire, England
13. Inchinnan Drive, Renfrewshire, Scotland
14. Cockshoot Close, Oxfordshire, England
15. Funbag Drive, Watford, England
16. Fanny Avenue, Derbyshire, England
17. Beaver Close, Surrey, England
18. Dick Court, Lanarkshire, Scotland
19. Felch Square, Powys, Wales
20. Lickfold, West Sussex, England
21. Rimswell, East Riding of Yorkshire, England
22. Spanker Lane, Nether Heage, Derbyshire
23. Cocknmouth Close, West End, Surrey
24. Friars’ Entry, Oxford, Oxfordshire, England
25. Butt Hole Road, Conisbrough, South Yorkshire
26. Cockermouth, Allerdale, Cumbria
27. Fine Bush Lane, Ruislip
28. Ladygate Lane, Ruislip
29. Hornyold Road, Malvern, Worcestershire, England
30. Crotch Crescent, Marston, Oxford, England
Grief in the (other part of) the primate world
Posted by kemibe in Bonobos from other troops, Habitats and Humanity on October 31, 2009
For some reason this is just heartbreaking.

From the November issue of National Geographic magazine.
Some truly funny comments from the wingnut world
Posted by kemibe in We're Doomed on October 31, 2009
Granite Grok, a shitblog maintained by proud right-wing New Hampshirites who aren’t from New Hampshire, is always a reliable source of misinformation, illiteracy, and the various other noisome hallmarks of self-identification with neoconservative politics. They’ve outdone themselves, though, with this post about serial lunatic Michele Bachmann, a congresswoman from Minnesota. Its opening utterances:
She drives the left nuts. George Will wrote about her in a recent column. What makes Michelle [sic] Bachmann catch peoples’ [sic] attention? She’s smart. She speaks in plain language. She doesn’t engage in doublespeak or pander. THAT is what people want in their politicians…
Apparently, someone thinks that it’s not Hallowe’en, but April Fool’s Day.
Bachmann doesn’t drive the left nuts. She’s an endless source of entertainment. As far as her speaking in plain language is concerned, I suppose that if you’re knot reel good with wurds yerself, yu might think that. A great example of Bachmann’s “plain language” was her claiming that the Swine Flu epidemic broke out under Jimmy Carter’s watch:
I find it interesting that it was back in the 1970s that the swine flu broke out then under another Democrat president Jimmy Carter. And I’m not blaming this on President Obama, I just think it’s an interesting coincidence.
Sure she’s not blaming Obama–she merely finds things “interesting.” But more to the point, it was during Republican Gerald Ford’s presidency that the first cases of this strain of flu were seen (not that Ford was to blame, obviously).
Bachmann has also claimed that 3% the atmosphere consists of carbon dioxide, putting her in error by a factor of roughly 100. Then there’s this gem:
I just wondered that if our founders thought taxation without representation was bad, what would they think of representation WITH taxation?
Brilliant.
There are scores of other examples of Bachmann’s unwavering incompetence as a member of the House and as a human being, but it would take all day and night to list them and I have to stock up on eggs and shaving cream before it gets dark.
The Granite Grok clowns have stood behind people like Ted Nugent and Sarah Palin in the past. But when you believe that Michele Bachmann is smart, it’s time to visit a neurologist, or have someone analyze your tap water for the presence of heavy metals.
I don’t doubt that Bachmann’s unmitigated stupidity, lies, and fact-check failures are in fact exactly what morons like the Groksters want in their politicians. With Republicans like Bachmann front and center, it makes it all the easier for ineducable jackholes to feign relevance by littering the Web with Kool-Aid-induced vomit and waste time hosting radio shows that no one with a normal number of chromosomes could possibly bear to listen to.
More evidence that local driving schools have a sense of humor
Posted by kemibe in Sheer Procrastination on October 30, 2009
Today, during a trip to the local supermarket, I saw a taxi-style sign atop a wavering car that read “PALE RIDER” advertising (or admitting) that the vehicle in effect belonged to an outfit called the Pale Rider Driving School. I had visions of Clint Eastwood for a few seconds before I got the joke.
This is on the non-immediate heels of seeing this license plate, which may well have been associated with the same school.
At least someone in Strafford County, NH has a sense of humor, however potentially morbid the outcome.
This could get mildly interesting
Posted by kemibe in Self-Indulgent Wankery, Sheer Procrastination, We're Doomed on October 29, 2009
I’ve never used online dating services and have no honest desire to do so now, but earlier today I impulsively created a profile on one of the more popular ones, just because the sun had risen in the east and I was therefore feeling a bit manic and mischievous. Here is how I described myself:
I’ve never tried online dating before, but I am assuredly the antithesis of a successful Match. com participant. I’m technically sane but volatile and unstable in several respects, and I balk at a gut level at the whole notion of a contrived, quasi-blind date. The fact that I’m friendly, engaging, both possess and appreciate a robust sense of humor, and am allegedly intelligent only makes things worse, because I make a great first impression that I subsequently prove unable to live up to. At any rate, I expect any adventures I have on this site to end in cataclysmic failure.
One less-than-surprising thing I’ve noticed in viewing the profiles of people I know is that users of these services–and in particular, men–are fond of exaggeration and outright misrepresentation of their skills, assets, strong points, whatever. Now comes someone whose desultory mini-bio reads as if it should be bullshit, but is in fact 100 percent sincere. I have no interest in using the site legitimately, and as a holder of a free account have a lot of limitations on functionality.
What is most entertaining is the idea that people will be directed toward my profile because the things I have posted there render them theoretically compatible with me. Who on a dating site would be a good match for someone who abhors dating sites? I guess it really is an open question.
Anyway.
Schwarzenegger’s not-so-secret sentiments
Posted by kemibe in We're Doomed on October 29, 2009
The governor of California recently refused to sign Assembly Bill 1176, sponsored by Rep. Tom Ammiano (D) and dealing with the creation of infrastructure financing districts in San Francisco. Anyone care to guess was the Terminator was really trying to tell Ammiano–with whom the governor who has a well-established hostile relationship–with this?
If you need a hint, think format, not content.
Christians waxing dishonest about new hate-crimes law, as expected
Posted by kemibe in Fun Is Where You Find It on October 28, 2009
With President Obama having just signed a bill toughening standards relating to certain “hate crimes” into law, the religious right is using the opportunity to boost its dishonesty and hysteria quotients beyond their already stratospheric levels. OneNewsNow.com (who else) is claiming that Christian broadcasters are now at risk for being punished for speaking out against homosexuality and other things:
Appended to the hate crimes amendment was a statement ensuring that a religious leader or any other person cannot be prosecuted on the bases if his or her speech, beliefs, or association.
But Craig Parshall, chief counsel for National Religious Broadcasters (NRB), discounts that statement, pointing out that such laws in other countries have been used to silence people of faith. He believes the law approved by Congress is potentially dangerous as it relates to comments made about homosexuality or another religion.
This is obviously bullshit. As Charles Haynes of the First Amendment Center points out:
To illustrate their fears, religious conservatives cite cases in Europe and Canada where a few pastors have been prosecuted in recent years for “hate speech” after they spoke out against homosexuality. These prosecutions are indeed insidious attacks on free speech and free exercise of religion – but they all occurred in countries without a First Amendment.
In my view, it can’t happen here. Americans have, after all, lived under hate-crimes laws, federal and state, for decades – and some of the state laws already include sexual orientation. In all that time, religious leaders of various stripes have preached controversial beliefs about race, religion and national origin without ever being charged with a hate crime based on the content of their speech.
Thanks to the First Amendment, we enjoy the strongest protection for free expression in the world. In a society where even white supremacists, anti-Semites and anti-gay hatemongers like the Rev. Fred Phelps are free to speak, local pastors need not worry about being prosecuted for preaching the Gospel as they understand it.
But just to be certain that the legislation will not be misused, sponsors of the hate-crimes bill have added language to ensure that “nothing in the Act shall be construed to prohibit any constitutionally protected speech.” Further, “nothing in this Act shall be construed to allow prosecution based solely upon an individual’s expression of racial, religious, political, or other beliefs or solely upon an individual’s membership in a group advocating of espousing such beliefs.”
Game, set, match.
Another thing religious conservatives–arrant hypocrites renowned, of course, for trying to use the courts to limit various nonviolent “attacks” by “militant atheists” who “persecute” them–might consider is that if they weren’t assholes insistent on maintaining a never-ending and comprehensive pogrom against homosexuals in the first place, they wouldn’t have to worry about this issue. But for present purposes that’s not the point, which is that they are free to continue being assholes thanks to constitutional protection, and as nauseating as the output this guarantees is, this is exactly how things should be.
Weight Watchers donates $1 million to combat world hunger…
Posted by kemibe in Health and Society on October 28, 2009
…but dammit, they’re still in the weight-loss business and had the temerity to use pounds lost by its members as an incentive in a six-week drive that ended a week and a half ago. As noted here (and turn down the sound unless you really want to listen to Jenny McCarthy prate on), for every 1 million pounds members lost during the campaign period, Weight Watchers donated $250,000, or the equivalent of 250,000 pounds of food.
Here’s a complaint from someone on a site that is notorious for its denialism and where there is apparently no limit to the reasons people find to complain. It doesn’t surprise me that fat people are often on the defensive, what with countless examples of their being perceived and often portrayed as slothful, weak-willed and what have you. Read the rest of this entry »
“Clearly, outright denial of Satan and demons is not the answer”
Posted by kemibe in Spankin' the Crank on October 28, 2009
Sure it is, if your faculties are intact. And of course it isn’t, if you’re a wacknut like those behind the creationist site Answers in Genesis, who have provided an early Hallowe’en trick and treat with their earnest essay explaining the “evidence” for the existence of demons.
The essay is as long-winded as it is loopy, so I won’t address much of the text itself. But the first paragraph signifies the worthlessness of the claims to come:
Haunted houses, ghosts, demons—our Western culture can’t seem to get enough of the spirit world. The latest Gallup poll indicates that 42% of Americans believe in demon possession, 37% believe in haunted houses, and 32% believe in ghosts. (Not just Americans are enthralled—40% of the British believe in haunted houses, too.) Read the rest of this entry »
Nutjobs love the “war on Christmas”
Posted by kemibe in We're Doomed on October 28, 2009
Despite their stated distaste for the so-called war on Christmas that unfolds every December, Christians of the martryesque persuasion plainly enjoy the battles, as this gives them uncommonly powerful opportunities to engage in the hollow bitching that pervades their entire “faith.”
Today, the American Fuckup Association spat out a press release noting that the 2009 version of the “war” has already begun in the form of a nativity display the city of Warren, Michigan is requiring be removed from the vicinity of a major intersection. The article begins with the claim that “The Christmas culture wars for 2009 have begun and ground zero is the Detroit suburb of Warren,” and devolves from there into unabashedly senseless rhetoric, including the placement of scare quotation marks around the phrase “separation of church and state” as if the concept is a rogue, false construct perpetrated by evil godless types. May I describe the “capital city” of my “home” “state” of “New Hampshire” as “Concord” in similarly baroque form without inviting scorn? I hope not.
I could personally not care much less about the presence of nativity scenes. They represent a bullshit event being framed as genuine history, but there’s nothing unattractive or offensive about them and I would not be personally inclined to call for their removal–this stuff is a world apart from Jesus-inspired efforts to render creationism legitimate, impede biomedical research for insane reasons, or otherwise propagate myth-driven assholery. Yet I also appreciate the need to keep such sectarian displays on public land in check, and what the AFA release fails to reveal–and not by accident–is that the Warren set-up was in fact on government property. The author notes repeatedly that the scene was “privately maintained,” but fails to note that the display was situated on a median strip, patches of land which, last I was aware, are never the property of private citizens.
Here’s the kicker, in my view. The AFA article states:
Richard Thompson, President and Chief Counsel of the Law Center, said that militant atheists attempt to do through the courts what the Taliban by force had done to Afghanistan: remove all the symbols of the country’s national heritage.
People who are not themselves victims of religious indoctrination can immediately spot the problem with this. The AFA compares the non-violent actions of “militant atheists” stateside, pursued through legal channels, with the deplorable and murderous tactics of the Taliban as if this were not the essential difference between them. If I told you that someone had done with a throw pillow what people of a similar bent had perpetrated with a bazooka, I would hope your eyebrows would be raised. Yet this is, from a rhetorical standpoint, exactly what the AFA is doing with this blather. There is roughly the same level of similarity between American atheists and Afghanistan theocrats as there is a physical resemblance between Willie Shoemaker and Shaquille O’Neal, but such considerations never stop people from the AFA or other Christopathic outfits–in fact, they feed handily and hungrily on their own transparent lies.
Despite years of observing the dishonesty inextricably woven into “journalism” by religious mouthpieces such as the AFA and Focus on the Fuckups, I am often still surprised to see how shamelessly it is spread. But when your world view is grounded in events that never took place and serially contradictory ideas, such dishonesty is, I imagine, obligatory.
The most hysterical anti-gay site in existence?
Posted by kemibe in We're Doomed on October 27, 2009
It’s troubling that some people are obsessed with denying gay people fair treatment to the point at which they seem to be afflicted with a genuine mental disorder that allows them to focus on little else. However, once this fixation reaches a certain level, it’s hard to do anything but laugh at these types.
A blog-like construct called “Mass Resistance” is dedicated to spreading falsehoods about the evils of homosexuality, and is peppered with the boilerplate jackhole nonsense about special treatment for gays and their unwavering compulsion to infect children with their sickness, generate and distribute pornography at every turn, and in general invite the downfall of civilization. Here is the “organization’s de facto mission statement:
The citizens of Massachusetts have had enough! End judicial tyranny, homosexual “marriage”, and homosexual activist recruitment of our children in the public schools! Preserve our Judeo-Christian heritage, the Culture of Life, and free speech! CAUTION: We deal openly and graphically with the Culture of Death. R-rated subject matter.
The irony of this site’s “writers” bitching about others’ spreading of propaganda and demands for certain forms of freedom would be amusing were it not such old, tired hat, and the site has all the sophistication of a MySpace profile created by a 15-year-old methamphetamine addict with a few extra chromosomes. But this post is a gem. Who can’t snicker at people getting their knickers in a wad over such things?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Harvard University’s Act Up Exhibit includes “Fierce Pussy”
Where’s the outrage?
“Fierce Pussy” are now “Artists in Residence” at Harvard University.
Don’t miss this new low achieved by Harvard, allowing Fierce Pussy’s “installations” at Carpenter Center and Gund Hall. Part of the Act Up retrospective exhibit through December 23, 2009.
Harvard’s Motto: “TRUTH”

Example of Fierce Pussy’s “art” (1993)
Posted by AMann
I’m glad that the “author” uses a handle designed to reassure readers that he is, in fact, A Man. Then again Aimie Mann of ‘Til Tuesday, a band formed in Boston, could be behind this stuff. Somehow, though, I doubt it.
The parent Web site is equally histrionic and worthless. I have to wonder if people who dedicate so much time to futilely and intrusively attempt to eradicate The Gay were poisoned as children or struck repeatedly in the head with heavy objects; I just don’t get how people can see this “lifestyle,” as they term it, as being remotely dangerous to anyone. Rampant ignorance combined with busybody inclinations is clearly a far greater societal danger, but of course these intellectual cripples can never appreciate this.
From the “way past random” department: interesting tanning salon criticism
Posted by kemibe in Sheer Procrastination on October 27, 2009
This page–found thanks to some of the more haphazard Web browsing I’ve done lately–can’t be nearly as funny as I think it is. But, not to go all Larry the Unamusing Cable Guy on people, it’s still funny.
Someone with the handle “AlottaFagina” is not happy with the way the owner of Sol Tans On The Hill in Colorado operates the place:
Sol Tans is a Total Rip Off, What a POS
by AlottaFagina
Hello, I have been tanning a Sol for years because of the $20 / month membership deal. If I could give them 0 stars I would. This summer they have had 5 + bulbs out in every bed in the salon and have done nothing to fix their beds or appease my complaints.
A lot of time employees won’t show up in the morning until an hour after they open.
The owner, Austin is a complete nincompoop. Not only has he tried to get several young girls I know intoxicated and sleep with them, but he has no idea what is going on at his salon and is a complete idiot when it comes to customer service.
Even his wireless network is called ‘hook up with Austin’.
If you want to be happy and treated right, don’t waste your time giving these losers money.
Thanks,
G Girl
* Pros: $20 / month
* Cons: Multiple Bulbs out in every bed and the staff is horrible
A review posted almost a year earlier is even better.
Horrible rude customer service
by Girl10101
The “employees” who “work” at this salon are a bunch of sorority girls who have never worked for anything a day in their life and are just “working” here to have a little extra spending money for partying and clothes and tan for free. Because of this, they treat any other customer who is not in their college “scene” like trash, and don’t understand the importance of money and how some people actually do care about 20 dollars, it’s not just “nothing”. A particular employee there was very rude to me when I explained I was moving and therefore could not use the 50 dollar credit left on my account, instead of offering some kind of trade (my money back,, free lotion or eyewear, SOMETHING) she just told me she would leave it on my account. What part of I’m MOVING do you not understand? If someone is MOVING that means that money on their account towards tanning is just going to sit there. Her parents are really wasting their money sending her to college because she’s completely brainless.
They have nice beds, but I frequently found that the beds were still dirty when i went in to tan, and there wasn’t a fresh towel. Their minutes are extremely expensive and their lotions are jacked up 100 percent or more of wholesale price. They sell a particular bottle there for $65 dollars, but you can get it off Amazon (the exact same thing) for 15 bucks!!!
My advice to the “owner”…. hire some employees who actually need the money and will treat your customers better. Those sorority girls may look nice, but they are hurting your business severely. I am in an industry where using tanning salons is the norm and will be sure to tell all of my coworkers to not use Sol tans on the hill because of your horrible service.
* Pros: nice tanning beds
* Cons: no parking, rude employees, dirty beds, ringworm
I have to chuckle at someone paying for fake UV rays emphasizing the importance of responsible financial behavior, but I think it was the reference to ringworm in the establishment that convinced me to post this.
More lies from Gribbit
Posted by kemibe in We're Doomed on October 26, 2009
Gribbit is among those who have no qualms about writing about science topics despite the limits of having zero education and even less educability. Not for the first time, he is now claiming that Democrats have recently conceived of the term “climate change” in order to create a smokescreen–i.e., “global warming” is not backed by sound science, ergo liberals have invented a throwaway term in order to keep their myth alive.
That Gribbit is a liar and a moron has never been questioned, except perhaps by Gribbit himself, and I’m not even sure about that. The lies and idiocy in this latest outburst are straightforward and it would be amusing to see him try to defend them, in roughly the same way it would be entertaining to watch a monkey attempt to take a bite of one of its own turds without grimacing.
Gribbit writes:
We’ve all heard the old cliche about putting lipstick on a pig, but Democrats in particular seem to rely on futile attempts at doing so when things don’t go their way. For example global warming.
When it became abundantly evident that the MDI was beginning to lose their hold on the subject, they changed it to “global climate change”. Different name, same bad science.
Leaving aside the facts that it’s unclear what isn’t going Democrats’ way in the climate-change realm and that no one I am aware of is losing their hold (whatever that might be) on the matter, Gribbit cannot supply any reason supporting his declaration that global-warming theory is all bad science. He just bellows and expects (maybe) to be taken seriously. Cows don’t offer financial advice or prate on about the Hubble telescope; Gribbit has no more basis for yammering about climate change than a bovine has for expanding on Wall Street, yet he does it anyway.
The term “climate change” is, of course, nothing new. It has been around for as long as humans have recognized climate itself. It is not a surrogate for “global warming” or a backing off from the idea of a warming planet. Fuck-ups like Gribbit may or may not recognize this, but in any case cannot be bothered to tell the truth.
Gribbit also writes:
First the planet has a fever that is going to endanger all life on the planet inside of 100 years and we must act now to stave off certain destruction. Now, since the planet is actually cooling, they cannot make the same argument with a straight face, hence “global climate change.”
Interesting; I haven’t heard any scientists claim that all life on Earth will not survive the next century, and if I didn’t know that Gribbit is secretly a fucking genius, I’d accuse him of creating a laughably transparent straw man. I also don’t see any back-up for the idea that “the planet is actually cooling,” but when you’re a Gribbitian type, it means that you can just say things and expect them to ring true in the absence of supporting evidence as well as the presence of counter-evidence. In terms of temperature trends in recent years and decades, there are so many sources proving Gribbit wrong that it is difficult to select any one of them here, but this should work.
Note to Gribbit: Those funny-looking characters on the linked PDF are called numbers. Numbers, when assembled into a cohesive group, comprise an entity known as data, using which people with three times your cognitive candlepower formulate hypotheses and theories and draw conclusions. There is no subjectivity afoot here, no twisting or distortion or any of the other games your FOX “News” idols or anyone else you symbolically fellate engage in shamelessly and daily in the course of seeing how many mistruths you can generate and propagate. I’ll say it again, since I’m not convinced you ever squeaked past the fourth grade: These are objective numbers. Even if you want to assert that human activity has had no influence on recent warming trends, these trends unquestionably exist, although I suppose if you pretend that humans have yet to invent efficacious thermometers you can deny this without blinking.
You’ve blathered on for years with all the sophistication of a drunken platypus about solar flares and lying profit-diven liberal scientists and a cooling planet, as if you have clue one about what it is scientists do and why, and in this tireless blathering you can’t even be consistent, a feat that even dumbasses can often manage since they typically lack the creativity to vary their cache of lies. Despite your terminally addled outlook, you have every right to hate the fact that Barack Obama is the president, but when it comes to anything more complex than basic arithmetic (something you also suck balls at–has no one ever told you how many days there are in an Earth year?), I strongly advise you to shut your miserable mouth, not that you will, at this stage, ever be anything besides a drolly amusing source of entertainment for Internet surfers blessed with cerebral blood flow and an unqualified embarrassment to yourself.
Bitter dream-world inhabitant that he is, Gribbit can dismiss the conclusions of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change and similar sources to whatever extent suits him, and methodically rout scientists as being in the pocket of the liberal left when their conclusions counter his ass-brained hopes and wishes. This only makes him appear even more ignorant that he does even when not consciously being a hypocrite, assuming that such circumstances actually occur.
Following this joke of a treatise, Gribbit then segues into bitching about “the public option,” an easy stance to assume, I guess, when you live on the government dole and therefore have no concerns about health insurance.
Were Gribbit not a cowardly nonentity and actually willing to engage his detractors in conversation, I would ask him the questions held in this post directly. But Gribbit is the most pitiful form of spineless pisstard imaginable. On his blog he allows comments only from fellow wingnuts, and his continual effort to ban me from his site (guess what, my man–it doesn’t work) is a reflection of the same fingers-in-ears singin’ la-la-la orientation that led him to create and maintain a stunningly worthless shitblog in the first place.
The AFA is full of shit? Wow, who knew?
Posted by kemibe in We're Doomed on October 26, 2009
The American Fuckup Association is busy today complaining about what it calls a “hate crimes” bill, which would, according to the rocket surgeons who send out the comically inept e-mails I receive from the AFA from time to time, “criminalize thought” and is “simply the first in a line of morally repugnant pro-homosexual bills” in Congress. In a childishly unoriginal touch, the AFA states that the bill “not only criminalizes thought, it creates a judicial caste system in which those who engage in non-normative sexual behavior perversely get more protection than heterosexuals.” I’d like to hear what these extra rights consist of, but people with intact brains don’t concern themselves with such ideas because they know it’s a line of shit.
And, of course, the AFA is really only spouting this crap out of self-interest, making sure to explain in thorough detail exactly how readers can piss their money away on this “organization.”
God apparently wanted former AFA head Donald Wildmon to be stricken with St. Louis encephalitis this summer, which sounds fine to me, but naturally ensured that Wildmon’s equally worthless spawn Tim would pick up the mindless chase.
Repugnant? It’s difficult to imagine anything being more repugnant than a gang of self-deluded douche nozzles who believe in judgmental sky fairies and feel compelled to spread the word, but this is a nation of intellectually bankrupt loudmouths, after all. If there were really a god who didn’t want gays serving in the military thanks solely to their being gay, then I would encourage that god to go suck a big dick along with all of his drool-bib-equipped fanfolk.
The saga of Nubble: Lyme disease hits home
Posted by kemibe in The Medical Tent on October 26, 2009
I live less than a half-mile from my parents and their recently-turned-nine Golden retriever, Nubble.


When I first moved back to New Hampshire almost a year ago, I, lacking a dog of my own, immediately appointed myself Nubble’s unofficial recreation director. She had never been a runner, with her daily exercise generally consisting of a walk of close to a mile through Bellamy Park. Within a month or so I was–while recognizing that she was no young Komen–taking her for about four runs a week, covering anywhere from about two miles to as many as five or six. She loved the work, it seemed (working-class breeds are about the only dogs worth having) but I was worried to some degree about her age and overtaxing her.
By mid-summer, I had tabled the idea of running Nubble thanks to the heat and, having scaled back to daily walks, stuck with her and other retrievers’ primary love, swimming. But in August, something started going wrong. One day, out of the blue, as we started out the door, Nubble displayed a limp, clearly favoring her left hindleg. I couldn’t think of anything she’d stepped on or otherwise done to bring this on. In any case, this precipitated a visit to the vet, who, after an X-Ray, believed that Nubble might be suffering from a damaged anterior cruciate knee ligament (actually the cranial cruciate ligament in dogs, but whatever). She was tentatively scheduled for surgery, but then showed a remarkable resurgence over a period of days, calling into question the diagnosis and radiography.
Several weeks later, Nubble experienced a relapse of her symptoms and had a lot of difficulty just getting up from the floor to say hello when friends arrived. It seemed that she might have just been getting older and manifesting the “retriever hips” and rheumatoid arthritis that strike a lot of older, heavier dogs. So, with surgery having been ruled out as an option, Nubble began a completely changed dietary regimen, and started a course of Rimadyl (carprofen, a veterinary NSAID), which essentially functioned as a miracle drug for a few weeks. She also started undergoing biweekly acupuncture and was given a couple of herbal-type medicines.
A couple weeks ago, when I was in Colorado, Nubble decompensated dramatically over the course of a day. She would not even come downstairs for breakfast, which is hardly her style. Both hindlegs had become almost useless. My mom took her to the vet that morning, and the doc noticed that Nubble was extremely feverish ( I would never pick this up in a dog, but then again I’m not exactly a veterinarian).
Every year, as part of her general care, Nubble receives the Lymevax vaccine to prevent against Borreliosis, better known as Lyme disease and involving a vexing range of symptoms, ordinarily starting with arthritis but potentially involving a a host of organ systems. I had believed for some reason that Lyme–transmitted by Ixodes deer ticks and, in humans, sometimes involving a characteristic roundish rash at the site of the tick bite–was not much of a factor in New Hampshire. I was wrong.
Despite Nubble having been vaccinated, it seemed clear to her vet that she was suffering from Lyme disease. The doc gave her doxycylcine, also the treatment of choice in humans, and promised that she would be at least 75% better within a day. She was.
Nubble’s blood test did not suggest that she was infected with the causative agent, a spirochete known as Borrelia burgdorferi. But there are are multiple strains of the bacteria as well as issues with the serology itself. The ELISA screening test is roughly 70% sensitive, meaning that a third of cases might be missed. If someone is flagged as infected (as determined by the presence of antibodies to a particular bug, which is what the ELISA test–also used for HIV and other nasties–is all about), then a Western blot, derived from the polymerase chain reaction, can be used to confirm. But absent an initial positive, all a practitioner has to go on is intuition. Thankfully, Nubble’s vet is uncommonly sharp.
Now, she’s as frisky as I have ever seen her. She’s be on the doxycycline (which I keep wanting to call “dogsy-cycline”) for a while longer, but she has her legs, mobility, and life in general back, and never stopped being the sweetest dog you’ll never meet anyway.
Wilma turns four
Posted by kemibe in Floridiocy on October 26, 2009
As a New England native, I’ve lived through a number of ice storms, but nothing so terrifying as Hurricane Wilma, which struck Florida four years ago this weekend in the fall of 2005.
I’d already been introduced to Florida’s destructive potential. I first moved to the state, to a town just west of Fort Lauderdale, in August of 2004, right before four storms hit within a period of a month or so–Charley (which did most of its damage on the West Florida coast), Frances, Ivan (which ripped apart Grand Cayman Island and was more of an Alabama storm than a Florida one), and Jeanne. Frances and Jeanne hit land at almost the exact same place, near Stuart, halfway up the coast. We lost power for a short spell owing to Frances and Jeanne. I had to wonder, loudly, why anyone would willingly live in that state, but I was following a girlfriend at the time, so what did I know?
Wilma was far more destructive. By then, in the dubiously record-setting hurricane year of 2005, we (the dog, the girlfriend, and myself) had moved north a bit into Palm Beach County, to the infamously betitted city of Boca Raton. Hurricane Katrina had already done its thing in August, passing mostly through Key West en route to its terrible destination in Louisiana. (I rarely went to the beach during my whole stay in Florida, but was always fascinated by the phenomenon of parasailers, so I was right there off A1A when Katrina hit, watching apparently mindless people fly high into the air.)
Several days before Wilma hit the state, I was extended an offer by a friend across the state to stay there for the duration of what promised to be a devastating event. My girlfriend, enrolled at classes at the time and with family in the area, had no interest in going anywhere. So I figured, fuck it, the building is up to code (not something one can always count on in South Florida), and we’ll ride it out.
On the morning of October 24th, I think it was, the storm–already recorded as the strongest ever in the Atlantic basin–washed ashore near Naples, on the Gulf Coast. It didn’t take long for the hurricane to cross the state and draw a bead on Boca Raton, which was exactly what the NOAA had been predicting for days. I was up all night waiting for this shit to happen, and got a call from my dad at roughly 6:30 that morning. He was tracking the storm online and saw that Boca was about to get nailed. I managed to correspond with him for about 10 minutes, until the power predictably blew out, followed in short order by my cell phone (at the time I was a T-mobile client, and we lost all service, although I’m not sure what difference being a subscriber to this particular provider made).
At about 7 a.m., things got nasty. I’d been listening to the winds picking up outside without necessarily giving it a lot of consideration, other than the damned dog’s endless pacing (bedroom? Living room? Bedroom? Living room?). Then the wind quickly got worse than any I’d ever experienced.
The world record for surface wind speed is 231 miles per hour, recorded 75 years ago on the top of Mount Washington in New Hampshire during a gust that snapped the anenometer gauge, rendering the actual force of the blast open to question. Human bodies become obligatorily airborne at far slower speeds. Reported gusts during Wilma reached a “mere” 120 miles an hour (in nearby Pompano Beach), and that was enough. Our apartment building had all sorts of fake terra cotta (I think that’s the term) crap on top of it, and in the early morning that day, it was being torn off the roof and being blown into the driveway, with sounds resembling shotgun blasts. For some reason, the woman next door had chosen to park in the space my girlfriend ordinarily did. She got a young banyan tree on her Honda’s roof for her trouble.
By 8:30 I, having been up all night, had had enough, and went to sleep myself, next to a deeply troubled German Shepherd mix and a girlfriend who seemed remarkably unconcerned. (I recall sleeping to the left and on top of them both in the event the window blew in, unlikely as the prospect may have been.) This was more or less at the height of the storm, but as our power had been lost by that stage, I was no longer keeping good track.
I woke up at around 12:30, by which time the hurricane had come and gone. We (the three of us) went outside into an uncommonly cool, dry day. I immediately saw that every hanging traffic light in the city within visual range was on the ground, a finding later confirmed and expanded during a drive around town. Power poles had been abundantly sheared off at their base. I thought about playing Mr. Rogers and taking one of those light complexes into my apartment, but there were at least two problems with this: 1) I couldn’t have wired any of those bad boys up given the damage, and 2) those fuckers are a lot bigger than they look when they’re dangling a couple dozen feet off the ground.

A quick survey of the immediate and nearby neighborhoods offered further ugliness. A row of 12-15 newspaper boxes had been toppled. A couple of airplane hangars at the Boca Raton Airport had been crumpled as if they had been made of aluminum foil, which they may well have been. Fallen trees blocked virtually every major intersection. On a run that afternoon (don’t ask), I saw a sign that had been torn off an overpass on Palmetto Park Drive and planted itself in the median strip. Those fucking things are also bigger than you think. This sign had to be 25 feet wide and must have weighed…a lot. It was stuck by one corner in the grass, and the force responsible for ripping it off the bridge isn’t something I like to consider. There were wires, most but not all them dead, on the ground, several offering a congratulatory hiss to idiots intent on getting a run in that day.
It would be two weeks before we would get our power back, although a local Publix supermarket opened only two days after Wilma blazed through the city.
South of us, where Colleen’s parents live, the damage was worse. Being
on the southern lip of a hurricane is never good, since winds travel counterclockwise and are therefore additive in an eastward-moving storm at such locations. Broward County was, as a result, very heavily smacked. Several of Fort Lauderdale’s larger buildings were hugely damaged; Colleen’s parents’ yard, including their pool and its caging, was more or less destroyed.
One Financial Plaza in Fort Lauderdale after Wilma

The city of Miami was mostly spared–this time. When a Saffir-Simpson Class 5 windstorm hits South Florida and its six million residents–and it’s only a matter of time–it will make Katrina’s impact look like a fouled-off fastball. There are only three real escape routes from the area (I-95 to the north, I-75 to the west, and Florida’s Turnpike) and people are generally too stupid to use them anyway.
All told, Wilma killed close to 60 people in Florida and caused close to $21 billion in damage.
Idiot check (autumn version)
Posted by kemibe in We're Doomed on October 25, 2009
I’ve been successful lately at avoiding online time-wasters, including Facebook, a message board that only gets me in trouble anyway, and this place. But this morning I had to see what the idiot who calls itself Gribbit has been up to. It didn’t take long to determine that his fucktardation has in no way declined since he evidently “upgraded” his site.
I only looked at a couple of recent posts, which was enough to remind me of how stupid this character is, and that he should not be blogging. Here is a turd who refers to someone’s “slight of hand” without a trace of irony. Here is a barking shitheap who drops phrases such as “battle of rhetoric over who the Infestations believes…” and thinks not only that he’s skirting subject-verb mismatching, but that he’s making some kind of general sense. Here is a florid asshole who complains, with reference to President Obama, that “big brother is watching YOU” while ignoring the entirety of the Patriot Act. Here is a wizard who does not grok the multiple redundancies in phrases like “repeatedly re-elected to consecutive terms.” Here is a chap who points out that Obama was a senator before he was president as if this uniquely establishes Obama’s inadequacy.
People like Gribbit, whose family lives on the dime of the very government he continually derides, should shut the fuck up and not be permitted to vote. At times I have adopted the attitude that the U.S. is a great country precisely because worthless muddle-headed people have just as much say in the political process as intelligent people do, but of course this is unduly charitable and inane. The Gribbits of the world should not have Web presences, voting privileges, or any sort of palpable social presence. They should live in caves with bats and avoid all human contact, including screwing. They’re just fuck-ups whose entire conscious aim seems to be reaching for the highest possible levels of hypocrisy, stupidity, and dishonesty. And unfortunately these types always like to breed, with predictable results.
Air Florida 90, 1982
Posted by kemibe in Sheer Procrastination on October 24, 2009
I’ve been doing a lot of flying lately, much of it from New England airports that are–to no one’s surprise, I hope–notoriously plagued by nasty weather in the winter months. I was once grounded at the Manchester-Boston Airport for over 24 hours along with various others. People were of course bitching about the lack of take-offs and general unruliness, and I was almost among them until I got sick of the carping and wondered if everyone there should have been shown a video of a Boeing 737 smashing into a bridge over the Potomac River minutes after leaving the ground in 1982.
Most pilots are, I believe, unfailingly competent. But not always.
Courtesy of Wikipedia:
Air Florida Flight 90, an Air Florida flight of a Boeing 737-222 airliner, crashed into the 14th Street Bridge across the Potomac River in Washington, D.C. on January 13, 1982 immediately after takeoff in a severe snowstorm from Washington National Airport in Arlington County, Virginia.
The aircraft carried 74 passengers and five crew members when it crashed during the failed takeoff attempt. All but five occupants died. The aircraft struck the 14th Street Bridge, which carries Interstate Highway 395 between Washington, D.C., and Arlington County, Virginia. It crushed seven occupied vehicles on the bridge and destroyed 97 feet (30 m) of guard rail before it plunged through the ice into the Potomac River. The crash occurred less than two miles (3 km) from the White House and within view of both the Jefferson Memorial and The Pentagon.
The accident killed 78 people, including four motorists on the 14th Street Bridge. A few survivors were rescued from the icy river by civilians and professionals; President Ronald Reagan commended these acts during his State of the Union speech a few days later. The National Transportation Safety Board determined that the cause of the accident was pilot error. The pilots failed to switch on the engines’ internal ice protection systems, used reverse thrust in a snow storm prior to takeoff, and failed to abort the takeoff even after detecting a power problem while taxiing and visually identifying ice and snow buildup on the wings.
It gets worse.
The plane had trouble leaving the gate when the ground services tow motor could not get traction on the ice. For approximately 30 to 90 seconds, the crew attempted to back away from the gate using the reverse thrust of the engines, which proved futile. Boeing operations bulletins had warned against using reverse thrust in those kinds of conditions.
After leaving the gate, the aircraft waited in a taxi line with many other aircraft for 49 minutes before reaching the takeoff runway. The pilot apparently decided not to return to the gate for reapplication of de-icing, fearing that the flight’s departure would be even further delayed. More snow and ice accumulated on the wings during that period, and the crew was aware of that fact when they decided to make the takeoff. Heavy snow was falling during their takeoff roll at 3:59 p.m. EST.
CAM-1 is the captain and CAM-2 the plane’s first officer in the following recorded conversation.
15:59:32 CAM-1 Okay, your throttles.
15:59:35 [SOUND OF ENGINE SPOOLUP]
15:59:49 CAM-1 Holler if you need the wipers.
15:59:51 CAM-1 It’s spooled. Real cold, real cold.
15:59:58 CAM-2 God, look at that thing. That don’t seem right, does it? Uh, that’s not right.
16:00:09 CAM-1 Yes it is, there’s eighty.
16:00:10 CAM-2 Naw, I don’t think that’s right. Ah, maybe it is.
16:00:21 CAM-1 Hundred and twenty.
16:00:23 CAM-2 I don’t know.
16:00:31 CAM-1 Vee-one. Easy, vee-two.
16:00:39 [SOUND OF STICKSHAKER STARTS AND CONTINUES UNTIL IMPACT]
16:00:41 TWR Palm 90 contact departure control.
16:00:45 CAM-1 Forward, forward, easy. We only want five hundred.
16:00:48 CAM-1 Come on forward….forward, just barely climb.
16:00:59 CAM-1 Stalling, we’re falling!
16:01:00 CAM-2 Larry, we’re going down, Larry….
16:01:01 CAM-1 I know it!
16:01:01 [SOUND OF IMPACT]
What the fuck?
Posted by kemibe in Self-Indulgent Wankery on October 21, 2009
In past weeks I have been a wildly unpredictable asshole. Perhaps more importantly, I have survived at least a dozen aeroplane take-offs and landings, most of them either en route toward or escaping from the calamitous sequential envelopment and alienation of people I like a whole lot. I have not had the worst stretch of living lately; only the most unpredictable. Were I to offer details I would be accused of lying at best, channeling H.S. Thompson at worst. In any case I am not a capable social creature at this point, although I have several good book recommendations.
None of these planes crashed, obviously. I’m all colors of healthy and hale. Mostly.
In the meantime, a good friend of mine, who was once raped in her own apartment, later had both kneecaps crushed in a collision with a drunk driver, and battles anorexia on a daily basis, returned from a triumphant ultramarathon race only to be mugged at gunpoint in front of her own house by a teenage punk who had the dubious courtesy to let her keep her driver’s license before making off with her wallet. This is someone who volunteers her time at a Ronald McDonald House despite 60-hour work weeks as a mechanical engineer.
While walking my parents’ Golden retriever today (I’m her self-appointed recreation director as she recovers from Lyme disease), I saw a mentally challenged person churning resolutely from a bus stop toward wherever he lives. I believe he works. Why? Because I can tell. And if he doesn’t, who cares, since his value as a human being trumps mine–the evidence is available from a simple glance at his face. I glower, he perseveres. There is no mystery among putative observers.
My neighbor just had to put down his almost-17-year-old Vizsla, a longtime hunting and running partner who had grown pitifully arthritic in recent years. She was a kick-ass dog; watching her “chase” me as I ran by her yard over the past years was both comical (in the sense of Mr. Burns of The Simpsons fame) and darkly poignant. Thus I got to see a prosperous 50-year-old man in a plain gray hooded sweatshirt lapse into tears today. Was I supposed to say something nice? Smart? Helpful?
This–all of it–is a fucked-up place.
Congratulations, JoAnne Stubbe!
Posted by docbushwell in Better Living through Chemistry, The View from Pharma-dur on October 8, 2009
An e-mail this morning from one of my former Univ. of Wisconsin-Madison classmates informed me that JoAnne Stubbe, Novartis Professor of Chemistry, Professor of Biology at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and who was the first woman to achieve tenure in the biochemistry department at the UW-Madison, received the National Medal of Science from Barack Obama yesterday.
JoAnne is a fiercely brilliant woman who intimidated the bejeebus out of me when I was a fledgling grad student and later as a callow post-doc. She was one of five professors (including my advisor) who raked us over the coals during student research seminars. I also faced her wrath when I overtightened the valve to her lab’s French press. But later, when out and about in the real world, my encounters with Professor Stubbe were nothing but good. She’s funny, intense, and passionate about science. She’s a superb intellectual role model, and even though she was not my advisor, she nonetheless influenced me along with many of us in the biochem. department at the UW-Madison. Her award is a such fantastic and well-deserved achievement!
She was at the vanguard of women entering academia and industry in disciplines like chemistry and physics which were long dominated (and still dominated) by men, but these awards as well as the Nobels with 3 women winners in the sciences this year, including Elizabeth Blackburn and Carol Greider for telomeres/telomerase, indicate that “an old girls” network is forming at last.
Here’s a link to the article in the Boston Globe about JoAnne.
Her picture receiving the medal is here in the White House blog (scroll down) and below the cut is the press release (see bolded type a ways down for JoAnne’s award).




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