The Constitution Lives

2 ejections from House denounced: Capitol police chief apologizes to G.I.’s mom, lawmaker’s wife:

A 1946 law prohibits demonstrations within any of the Capitol buildings. But a subsequent U.S. Capitol Police Board regulation clarified “demonstration activity” to include “parading, picketing, speechmaking, holding vigils, sit-ins, or other expressive conduct … but does not include merely wearing Tee-shirts, buttons or other similar articles of apparel that convey a message.”

I was right. Apparently there’s not a law against merely being annoying. Which is a good thing, all in all.

Hand Me Downs

Just got back from visiting my parents. My mom has broadband now. What is the world coming to?

It’s kind of funny, though, that I’m thinking of giving her my old G4 when Mark gets a new desktop. Nowadays, you’re just as likely to see kids giving their parents hand-me-down electronics as you are to see parents giving their kids hand-me-down cars.

I love that I have a mother who wants my hand-me-down electronics…

She May Live

After a very sketchy first few months, where she often looked a little like Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree, the plant above suddenly seems to be thriving. Apparently, she’s found her preferred solar angle. I haven’t named her — nor any of the other new kids yet — partly out of respect for the ones I left behind, and partly because, you know, once you name them and start feeding them, it’s extra hard when you lose them.

I think this one’s going to make it, though. Ultimately she’ll be one of my favorites since she had to work so hard and all. She might get a name very soon.

Fleeing the Bay Area

I can’t believe this was published so prominently in Sunday’s Chronicle. Imagine someone suggesting that the reason the middle class is fleeing the Bay Area has something to do with the fact that planners and assorted NIMBYs are making it very difficult — or at least rather disagreeable — for them to stay there.

On top of that, imagine them publishing something which suggests that the middle class contributes more to the economic vitality of an area than the very rich or the very poor.

Even better, imagine the author having the audacity to suggest that planners might be wise to consider compromises based on how people WANT to live rather than merely dicatating how they SHOULD live.

Scandalous.

Cindy Sheehan Must Go

Despite the fact that I emphatically agree that the war in Iraq was a bad move and that George W. Bush is an inept, smirking moron masquerading as a president, I find Cindy Sheehan to be one of the single most annoying individuals who’s ever walked the face of the earth.

She’s one of those folks who should never be chosen to speak publicly on any issue, because her strident, whining, and nagging personality causes many people to instinctively tune her out and support any position which doesn’t have her as its spokesperson. She generally ends up doing her cause way more harm than good.

That said, I don’t remember there being a law against being annoying

Art Good. Everything Else Bad.

The whole campaign can be seen here, and you’re absolutely right, baby. It’s garbage. I’d never actually seen it until today.

“Has your 4th grader ever taken a DANCE class or learned the basics of choreography?” “When was the last time your 12th grader went to a museum or talked about the origins of symbols in the SCULPTURE of various cultures?” Give me a fucking break.

What irritates me so much is not the idea of promoting art, but the idea that anything other than art is essentially meaningless and boring. Frankly, I can’t think of anything more irrelevant to my life than “the basics of choreography” and it would be no more relevant had I been force-fed it in the fourth grade. I just don’t care. If you do, that’s fine, but who the hell are these morons to assume I’m a less worthy individual for pursuing things which have a more practical bearing on my own life.

Parents who support the ideals of this campaign are no different from their overzealous peers who force their completely uninterested kids into Little League or summer camp or beauty pageants. I’m glad I had parents with more sense than that.

Emotions and the Internet

I understand. The chain reaction surrounding my dead internet connection sent me into a fits of gut-wrenching sobs and tears on the couch a few weeks ago.

No. Really. It did.

Who knew that a G5 comes packaged with an external Airport antenna that you apparently really need when you suddenly move your computer and it’s no longer right next to the base station?

I Do Not Nurture Nature

I haven’t seen Brokeback Mountain. I don’t plan to see it.

It’s no seceret that I don’t particularly care for movies or books with characters who largely do nothing but run around being homosexual. It just doesn’t strike me as a particularly interesting plot.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for homosexual characters in movies. I just prefer that they be homosexual characters who actually do something, preferably something interesting, or at least have some interesting characteristics. The mere presence of homosexuality does not make for a sufficiently compelling character or plot — nor human being, for that matter. Unless the movie in question is a porn flick, there has to be something more going on than sexual orientation.

OK, you say. The scenery in Brokeback is “breathtaking” and the characters are cowboys (or sheepherders or whatever) so that means they’re doing something interesting, right? Well, no. I can’t imagine anything much more boring than watching two people roaming about the wilderness of Wyoming (or Montana or wherever), no matter what they’re doing.

I’ve never had cowboy fantasies, and I don’t “do” nature. In fact, I avoid the great American widerness like the plague. I’m only impressed by man-made environments, mainly because natural ones happened completely by chance, with no artistry nor effort involved. If I were offered the choice on a game show, I’d take the free night in Albuquerque over the free week at the Grand Canyon every time. And I don’t even like Albuquerque that much.

I’d much rather see a movie about homosexual accountants and urban planners — both of which I find far sexier and more interesting than cowboys — but even then, I’d only shell out my eight bucks if I knew they were going to do something remarkable or go someplace I cared about.

It’s a personal bias, granted, but that’s my whole point. The fact that this particular movie is about two homosexuals does not negate the fact that it’s about two homosexuals in a situation that I find unspeakably boring. The faggotry is just no pull for me, and no amount of propaganda about how goddamned “groundbreaking” the film is will change that. And I’m really annoyed by any suggestion that I “need” to see it.

I submit for your approval Transamerica. I imagine it’s not the greatest movie ever made either, although I sense it’s a touch more “groundbreaking” than Brokeback will ever be. I’m almost 100% certain, however, it would be much more to my taste than Brokeback because ultimately it’s a road movie with an urban setting and a sense of humor. In other words, a movie where something that interests and amuses me might actually happen.

That “something interesting” is why I go to see movies: not for some notion of “showing my support for the community” or whatever. What community would I be supporting by seeing Brokeback, anyway? The community of closeted cowboys in Montana?

Blecch. If you want a good latter-day cowboy movie, check out Hud. It has a great plot, Patricia Neal, and one of the best denim-clad asses I’ve ever seen in a pre-1970s movie…

Just a Thought

Just a thought: people who demonstrate a consistent inability to compose a coherent and properly-punctuated English sentence of their own really shouldn’t embarrass themselves by creating vaguely racist message board posts about the educational shortcomings of others. Enough said…