Saturday, June 08, 2002

Rugby is Great

Now, while I've often spoken against the wussiness of soccer, I've no complaint when it comes to that other British sport, Rugby. A more manly endeavor I can't imagine. It's a fantastic game, and I'm glad the local cable system has Fox Sports World. If it wasn't for the American football (which, don't get me wrong, is the second best sport after baseball), the USA would be a major Rugby nation....

Friday, June 07, 2002

Captian Euro is Evil...

As many around the old Blogosphere have noted, the Captain Euro website, created by the EU, is amazingly stupid. Super-hero by comittee, what a concept. But how is he super? Sure the guy can speak 12 languages, but I knew some professors who could do that, and they certainly weren't in the superman category.

So what we've got, at it's core, is a diplomat in a really stupid looking hat. That's European Superherodom.

Has the state of Euro-propaganda become this poor? Ultra-lame Canadian superhero group Alpha Flight are downright cool in comparison. I'll still take Jingo Pete over these lame-asses any day of the week.

Plus they're trying to steal Isaac Asimov from us. See the bio for Cap'n Euro's, um, companion, Erik:
Erik enjoys fantastic stories, especially those by Jules Verne and the whole school of European writers (including H G Wells, Isaac Asimov and Arthur C Clarke) who combine science and imagination to dream the impossible and point the way to the future.
Italics mine. Now what the hell is Asimov doing on a list of European-school writers. Asimov: a) was born in Russia, not a member of the EU, b) moved to the US when he was three, c) Was fully educated in the USA. How does any of this make him a part of some "European-school"?

I can handle the hypocrisy, pacifism, and outright pinkoism of the Euros, but in trying to co-opt Asimov for their own nefarious purposes, they’ve gone too far!

Destroy Paris!

Message of the week.

A quick pep talk*, from no less than Queen Elizabeth I in the darkest days of 1588. May our leaders here in the USA and our English speaking allies remember these fine words, that bravely spoke for the small island against the terrible power of 16th century Spain:

My loving people, we have been persuaded by some that are careful of our safety to take heed how we commit ourself to armed multitudes for fear of treachery; but I assure you, I do not desire to live to distrust my faithful and loving people. Let tyrants fear. I have always so behaved myself that, under God, I have placed my chiefest strength and safe guard in the loyal hearts and good will of my subjects, and therefore I am come amongst you, as you see, at this time, not for my recreation and disport, but being resolved, in the midst and heat of the battle, to live or die amongst you all, to lay down my life for my God and for my kingdom and for my people, my honour, and my blood, even in the dust. I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and a king of England too, and think foul scorn that Parma or Spain, or any prince of Europe should dare to invade the borders of my realm; the which, rather than any dishonour shall grow by me, I myself will take up arms, I myself will be your general, judge, and rewarder of every one of your virtues in the field. I know, already for your forwardness, you have deserved rewards and crowns; and we do assure you, in the word of a prince, they shall be duly paid you. In the meantime my lieutenant-general shall be in my stead, than whom never prince commanded a more noble or worthy subject, not doubting but by your obedience to my general, by your concord in the camp, and your valour in the field, we shall shortly have a famous victory over those enemies of my God, of my kingdom, and of my people.

She was pretty damn kick-ass ...

* Text stolen from

Thursday, June 06, 2002

Oh yes, one day, she will be mine. She will be mine!

Host of the E and Style network's Nigella Bites, Nigella Lawson is the supreme height of womanhood. Chef, author, role model, Nigella is all these things. Plus she's really, really hot!

What can I say... I'm in love!
And just when things were looking up...

The UK's Telegraph brings word that the Indian military is planning to attack Pakistani controlled Kashmir within two weeks. I'm not sure whether its a bluff calling Musharraf's bluff, or if there actually gonna go through with it...

However, notice the picture at the Indian pro-war rally. See the man with the rifle, the silly moustache, and the "we want war" banner behind him?

He is now my official mascot. I shall call him Jingo Pete.
More on soccer...

See, no matter how much the rest of the world wants us to, we Americans just don't give a flying fuck about your stupid little kickball game. Even when we win.
If only soccer was really this cool...

Via the Ausie juggernaut, Tim Blair, Asian World Cup Porn (it would almost be work safe if it wasn’t for the hardcore adds…)! Now if the global soccer conspiracy could only produce more of this material, I might stop calling football (pronounced with a lisp) “that sissy little European game played by all those shit-ass poor Brazilians with nothing better to do.

Instead, the reality is a bunch of swarthy guys in short shorts randomly kicking around a ball for an hour or two. Then the game ends in a draw. Not my Idea of fun.

Tuesday, June 04, 2002

... And I'm a Weirdo Too...

OK, I'm over at Steven Den Beste's USS Clueless reading his brief post on how, in some ways, everybody's mind works the same. Well aparently, mine doesn't. Now the first link he has is to a simple number choosing exercise, in which I chose the number everyone is supposed to get. But when it comes to the South Knox IQ Test, I’m apparently one of the 2% that didn’t get the right answer. So I’ve got that going for me, which is nice. What the hell does a blue wrench mean anyways?

*Update* I don't know about that 2% figure. either it's wrong, or the blogosphere is populated by a bunch of real whack-jobs.... I don't doubt either possibility...

Monday, June 03, 2002

OK, I'm a big ol' dork. But at least I'm the kick ass bad mofo loving kind of dork.

:: how jedi are you? ::

Sunday, June 02, 2002

Fixed Template

OK, I still can't get access to my archive template through Blogger, but thanks to a tip found on the discussion boards I've learned that you can bypass blogger and access the template using w.blogger.

Much better....