
I know Failbook, and the rest of the “Cheez Burger Network”, is the taint of the Internet. But this is damn funny nonetheless.

I know Failbook, and the rest of the “Cheez Burger Network”, is the taint of the Internet. But this is damn funny nonetheless.
Occasionally, when I’m not trolling people on my friends list (and people on my friends’ friends lists), there’s a decent conversation. So I wanted to see about archiving these conversations, otherwise they’d get lost in the stream. If this turns into a big pain in the ass, I probably won’t do it. So far though, it’s only a few key strokes and mouse flicks to anonymize the participants; I’m not going to assume by default that they’d be happy with me posting their real names/etc.
Guess it’s not a surprise on some issues; I might actually have to pick up this book.
In other news Jon Stewart is uncharacteristically out of his depth and does a crappy job with this interview.
The reason I say “we think alike” is because it was just the other day that I made a post on the JREF’s forums saying a similar thing. We need to come to a consensus on what constitutes a workable sense of morality that’s stripped of all vestiges of religious nonsense. For example: if you strip the religion out of the Ten Commandments, you get:
This one, in response to the ever popular “women drivers suck” status post on a friend’s wall.
Although it’s also been demonstrated that, due to thousands of years of males being predominately hunters, we’re better at spacial recognition, judgement of distance, and anticipating others’ course corrections; all skills which are essential to good driving.
Women, however, are superior at distinguishing colors and patterns, which were skills that allowed them to discern which fruits and berries were good and which were deadly. Apparently women are able to perceive more shades of red than men as well.
So while men may actually be, as a gender, statistically better at driving, ultimately we’re still buying red sports cars to impress women; which tells you who really has the power in the situation.
I always wanted one of these as a kid; mainly because I hated math. But by the time I joined the Army and moved out on my own, it wasn’t exactly something I wanted to spend my own money on. Especially since they weren’t exactly in style.
Now that I’m a bit older, I could give less than a rat’s backside as to what’s fashionable. Ironically, these do seem to be in with the girl-jean wearing, PBR-drinking hipster crowd. Apparently it’s some sort of throwback to the 80’s, like the louvered glasses, striped shirts, and Magnum P.I. moustaches.

Of course, had it not been on clearance… I sure as hell wouldn’t have paid the full $45 original price. I doubt only the most insincere trust fund-baby hipster would either, unless somehow they were “ironically” spending their parents’ money or something.
Came across this via StumbleUpon and wanted to archive it. Here is the original link. The author is Margaret Mason.
Ancient Fletchers
One of the most magnificent of the many lovely Highland glens is undoubtedly Glenorchy, whence the Fletcher Clan is said to have originated. The Fletchers claim descent from Kenneth MacAlpin, the first king of the united Picts and Scots, and ancestor of our present Royal family. The Fletchers were the first to ‘raise smoke and boil water’ on the Braes of Glenorchy (Is e Clannan-Leisdeir a thog a cheud smuid thug goil air uisge an Urcha). The patronymic of the Clan was Mac-an-leistear, and prior to 1700 was written in documents as ‘MacInleister’. When surnames came to be used, in about 1745, the name was anglicised as Fletcher – the equivalent of the Gaelic ‘Leisdear’, man of the arrow. The first person to use the English ‘Fletcher’ seems to have been Archibald the VIIIth Chief. Their badge is the pine-tree, and their tartan is an arrangement of blue, black and green, with diagonal lines of red. Their crest is two arms drawing a bow, as depicted on the cover.
It is recorded that the Fletchers, prior to their migration to the upper part of Glenorchy, were in possession of Drimfearn in Glen Aray, just north of Inverary. This was in the eleventh century. But it was the lands of Achallader and nearby Barravurich which the Fletchers held as undisputed owners for many years. It would appear that they were in Glenorchy before the Clan MacGregor, although Buchanan of Auchmar designated them a sept of the MacGregors. Glenorchy was actually bestowed on the MacGregors in 1222 by Alexander II as a reward for their assistance in the conquest of Argyll. The MacGregors were in possession in Glenorchy for about 150 years. Their line of chiefs ended in the birth of a daughter, Mariota, who married John, son of Sir Colin Campbell of Lochawe, and the Glen was granted to her and her husband by Royal Charter in 1359.
Journalists who have a bias in any direction of the political spectrum beyond “facts” should be dragged out of their houses by the people and shot.
The job of a Journalist is to inform the population; an essential component of any Republic that ensures its citizens can make smart decisions when casting ballots.
When Journalists take it upon themselves to slant an issue, insert their own commentary, or effect political change towards an agenda they personally support, they are violating their duties in the same way as a gynecologist who gets off on fondling your girlfriend during an exam.