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Here’s an interesting read.

I was having a conversation with my brother-in-law when it suddenly dawned on me that I’m growing stupid. See, I used to have a fairly decent grasp of the English language with good spelling skills and proper grammar. In our conversation I accidentally used the word "immigrating" when I meant "emigrating." After enduring the mandatory southern education joke I had the following epiphany:

I blame the kids.

See. I used to spel gooder had decent grammer and what not. But I never realized that when they say "knowledge is gained" that they really meant it. See I thought "knowledge is gained" meant if you study hard you will "learn" but apparently there is a conservation of knowledge in the universe. So as one person gains knowledge, others must give it up. Kids gain knowledge at such a rapid rate that parents come across as babbling idiots. Society blames it on them "being tired" when in reality they have truly become "babbling idiots" which also explains why teenagers feel that they know more than their parents; in all likelihood, they do.

With the number of kids we have at the age ranges and the gross knowledge transfer, Cathy and I are lucky that we are smart enough to get out of bed in the morning.

This also explains why there will always be someone dumber than yourself that you have to deal with unless of course you just happen to be the dumbest person in the universe in which case your best friend is probably a rock.

Canada is trying to pass a law that could make Google and The Wayback Machine illegal.

I woke this morning at 5:30. I was calm and well rested. Then my mind kicked in and realized that I had not intended to sleep. Then it worked up. Instead of rationally getting up and starting my day the panic grew. I had to lie in bed and work through it but it worsened so I hid. My mind retreated to sleep where my panic controlled my dreams. An hour and a half later I woke again with tension still in my chest; my heart feeling like it beats softer; my lungs incapable of taking a full breath.

I have a love/hate of the panic attacks. I have them infrequently now-a-days. I know they are irrational. I know they are counter-productive. I should be able to subdue them. The affect on the mind and body is almost similar to how one would feel after a hard workout or thrill seeking like parachuting or rappelling. I suppose there is an actual adrenaline rush which would explain that feeling.

Time to brew some coffee and try to make up for lost time. Type faster! Faster!

I just witnessed the funniest thing!

Cathy just finished breast feeding Evan and Evan was staring up at Noah just studying his face. Cathy was watching the two and her breast was still uncovered. Amy had been singing and laughing and jumping on the couch beside Cathy and with an ear to ear grin in that chipper sweet voice cheerily squealed "squuuueeeeze!" and simultaneously grabbed the bare breast.

The look on Cathy’s face and the grin on Amy’s was priceless!

Student: Why hate?
Master: No love.

GMail invitations are now pointless.

Iggy Pop is a straight shooter telling exactly how he feels. I caught his interview on NPR’s Fresh Air and couldn’t quit listening. I’ve always been a Iggy fan. He tells some great stories!

The techies will enjoy this picture of the inside of a Garmin GPS.

I woke at 2:30am and lacked the will power to stay up. Ugh!

So, on a different philosophical question, I now wonder if it was wrong of me to post the reply to an email I sent. This will require some thinking. At the time of posting I thought it only fair that since people saw the initial message that they also see the reply. The reply had additional information which justified the actions of 3GuysHosting. South Knox Bubba posted entire exchanges between SKB and Brian Conley. Enron email became public. But are these types of publications out of bounds? Can email not be sent with the assumption that the world is going to read it? If I sent a letter by postal mail the same thing could happen. The recipient could publish the letter in a newspaper or produce copies and distribute them.

Too much thinking before coffee. Time to brew!

The only secret kept is the one not spoken.

Cooter’s Place, a "Dukes" memorabilia shop in Gatlinburg, Tenn is owned by none other than Cooter himself! (who abbreviates Tenneessee Tenn anymore?) He runs the website Cooter’s Place where he advises against seeing the Dukes of Hazzard movie due to profanity and sexual content.

I would have not have expected a response. Mike Quinlan responds to my earlier email pointing out that he bought the domain rather than forcefully shutting the site down; however, he continues to say that had the site been one of his customers he would have done the same thing.

Mr. McCaughan,

Did you have the joy of seeing Mr. Crook’s site before you sent this to me? Just in case you didn’t here are a couple quotes for you:

Our problem is this: the military is a lifestyle these morons chose. What idiot risks their life for a country? It’s what they chose. Forsake our Troops! They must think that if they go to war, they don’t need to pay taxes just……just like the rest of us. Let ’em die in combat– we don’t need their ilk!

Number of US soldiers killed in the Iraq War, of their own doing, because they CHOSE to be leeches: 1,574. These scumbags deserved what they got.

Even more entertaining is this photo of a dead US soldier. It’s entertaining, because there’s something called owning your actions. He chose his path, and now we as a country have to pay his survivors benefits and pay for his burial, not to mention the fact that a chaplain still has to go out and tell the blubbering widow, which is another waste of resources, and that is just disgusting. He chose to join, and because of that, Forsake The Troops strongly feels that he should just be thrown in a ditch somewhere and left to rot. This soldier was not a victim of anything else but his own poor choices. Forsake The Troops spits on him and all other “veterans” who died because of something that they chose to do. No sympathy here.

Mr. Crook, was never a customer of mine (but if he was the outcome would be the same). I purchased the domain name (from him) to remove it.

I have no problem with the pro or anti war crowed as long as they can make there point intelligently which Michael Crook obviously can not.

One final note, I have not spent the last 15 years in the military to listen to the kind of crap he is spewing or to have people like you call me un-American!!

Respectfully,

Mike Quinlan

Not yet sure that I want to respond to his email with anything more than a "thank you." I am a little taken back that he missed the point of my email and thinks I called "him" un-American.

…I find your censorship with such judgmental arrogance to be equally offensive and un-American.

My reference being toward a business. This would be akin to the landlords of a shopping center putting chains on Borders’ front doors because the landlords felt selling Harry Potter books conflicted with their Christian beliefs. Now, purchasing the domain from Michael Crook and taking the site down is a different matter. Perhaps 3GuysHosting should have better worded their message.

I do think that Michael Crook is a bloody idiot trying to get himself a little "fame."

Kudos to arcite!

I mean, we have warnings about smoking but what about religion and other cult group activities? Why not insist that all places of worship carry health warning: Danger, potentially irrational and intolerant thinking ahead! "Don’t follow leaders, watch the parking meters."

Read his full post from Tuesday, July 12, 2005.

Following the great turmoil and unmasking of South Knox Bubba I have seen many bloggers come out of the anonymous closet. I have a new found awe for a blog I enjoy reading regularly. B.K.DeLong of Brainstream has never hidden his identity but until his post yesterday morning I never associated him as a co-founder of The Leaky Cauldron!

Leaky was founded by Kevin C. Murphy as a method of archiving the great amount of Potter news circulating on the Web.

May he serve as the inspiration for me to accomplish something that doesn’t suck eggs quite as badly as TN Lottery Results (overly blatant plug?)