HOWTO: Become a Robot Pirate Ninja

[fyi: it’s actually harder than that, and I wouldn’t recommend it.  Ummm, like way harder.  Like 99 out of a 100 that try, die. It’s that kind of hard.  And even if you make it, you have a 1 in a 1,000 chance of completing your mission.  Welcome to tilting at windmills, 21st century style]

How the Media Sucks and A Bit From The Bible on the Economy

I think the title says it all.  Source material…

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/02/09/AR2009020903701.html?hpid=topnews

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parable_of_the_Talents

http://features.csmonitor.com/politics/2009/02/06/biden-does-not-derail-agreement-on-stimulus-bill/

Obama smiled only once, while sidestepping a question from Fox’s Major Garrett about Vice President Biden’s comment that he and Obama agreed they had a 30 percent chance of getting an unspecified policy wrong. The president pleaded a faulty memory of the exchange.

The way CNN host Wolf Blitzer presented the vice president’s remarks Friday, it looked as though Biden couldn’t have fumbled at a worse time.

But, truth be told, he’s innocent.

While discussing the president’s stimulus package with Obama advisor David Axelrod this afternoon, Blitzer played a clip from the vice president’s speech at the House Democrats’ retreat.

“If we do everything right, if we do it with absolute certainty, we stand up there and we make really tough decisions, there’s still a 30-percent chance we’re going to get it wrong,” Biden said.

“That’s not very encouraging,” Blitzer said. “A one in three chance that even if the president gets everything he wants, it’s still going to be wrong?”

Fact is, Blitzer took the comments out of context. The vice president wasn’t talking specifically about the stimulus bill. He was talking about the challenges overall that the country faces.

Let’s Start This Off With a Video…

…then I’ll tell you a story about my week.

It was the best of weeks, and it was the worst of weeks.

Sunday: My week started with the end of the football season, as noted here. That was a great game and a great night.  I met a friend during the game that asked me to go to The Killers show on Wednesday.  I agreed.  Some folks also poured water on my laptop, which I didn’t agree with so much.  Laptop dies, and a part of me dies with it.

Monday: Wake to find out the Laptop is still dead.  This is bad news, as I do most of my writing and video and editing and book-related stuff on my laptop.  I am sad.

Tuesday: Run around all day trying to get stuff done without a laptop.  Start messing with the laptop (I have a special power to make computers work again, it’s called “tinkering”) and low and behold, it comes back to life. This makes me very happy.  I find out I am NOT going to the Killer’s show, as my friend has a better friend, or something.

Wednesday:  Check bank account…sad again.  Get call to see if I still want to go to Killer’s show, happy again.  Go to Killers, dance my freakin’ ass off, cheer wildly, have a much better time than the person who asked me to go.  Kinda sad about that.  Still a fun show though. I thought they have the makings of some nice jam/funk band, but usually go back to pop before the jam gets really grooving.   This was probably the best song.

That little dude is a rockstar, no question about it.  And he’s the only one in the band that doesn’t look like he could play in a CCR cover-band and be totally cool with it.

Thursday:  Check bank account…really sad.  Go for a long, intense walk/dance off (I walk like those people in iPod commercials) to figure out WTF to do.  Come to a decision that involves my books, my toys and various stores that buy stuff from people who are in a jam, financially, and haven’t been able to find shit for work since the economy went to hell.  Oh, and people who took a settlement package instead of unemployment insurance, which got extended for people not like me.

Finish walking, toss a coin to decide on quiet night or friends.   Decide to go check on a friend who was nice enough to buy a book.  End up wandering around various bars in Dallas, getting comped, talking about reality with smart people (i.e. my take on it…wrote a book about it), and doing a bit of dancing.  Great day.

Oh, and I also met this guy who is like my long lost brother, but he’s white and I’m black.  Weird, huh?

I also told a couple people why I have such a good time enjoying myself…it has to do with that video I posted first.  I’ve seen too much not to know a good time, and good people, when I see them.  And I know how to dance (both metaphorically and literally).  Plus, I smile a lot because I’m so happy doing fun things with good people.

Friday:  Have a date that was postponed because of some aforementioned internment (got arrested after writing a book and showing it to the wrong people).   Plans change, Stars tickets become available, I put back on the “Wah” jersey and Obama hat (sideways) for some Hockey.  Dallas wins the game 10-2. A totally unbelievable hockey score.  I started screaming for 10 when they made it to seven.  They seemed to like the screaming.  It might be time to start testing for steroids, as the last guy I screamed at in a Dallas sporting event hit me a home run (then got traded to the Yankees).

Saturday:  Sleeping day that turned into a dancing night after a timely text message.  Got to dance my ass off, which I enjoy.  This guys drops some fun stuff. Much better than me, who dropped my debit card at the bar and left it there.  D’oh!   Regardless, a great time was had by all, one would hope….

Sunday: Sleeping day.  Looks at bank account…glad I only spent $20 this week.  Time to get back to work, or something.

Monday: Writing about it all on pirated electrons, and doing some more editing on ye olde Book…which is on sale now…

UPDATE:  I wear this black bracelt (currently with a peace sign) around my right wrist.  I do this to remind myself that no matter how bad it is for me, it’s worst for someone else (RIGHT NOW) and I should keep my whining to a minimum and my attitude pointed in the direction I want to go.

That being said, I’m glad I wasn’t in Australia this week.