A personal note: last Thursday the doctor took the cast off my right arm and removed the pins from my right hand. I am now back to having no extra hardware in my body. My right hand still hurts a lot and generally feels awful. I've lost a lot of strength and range of motion (but this will come back in time). To give you an idea, right now it hurts to pick up a glass of water. I start with occupational therapy on Monday.

If you liked that last one, check out my Matrix: ReSeussed parody on my other site.

If "Matrix: Reloaded" were rated NC-17

Persephone: "Kiss me, Neo. Make me believe that I am Trinity."

Neo: "OK."

Persephone: "Terrible. Forget it."

Neo:"Wait."

Persephone:"Really kiss me, make me believe that I am her!"

Neo:"OK."

Persephone:"That's more like it. Now I'll kiss Trinity and make her believe that I am Neo."

Neo:"Whoa. Cool!"

Trinity:"I think it's working."

Persephone:"Now Neo, you kiss Trinity, but you'll pretend to be Niobe and she'll be Morpheus."

Neo:"Huh? I guess . . ."

Trinity:"Neobe, baby . . . who's your daddy?"

Neo:"Oh, Morpheus!"

Persephone:"That's the way to work it. Now come here, Trinity. I'll be the Architect and you're the Oracle, and I'm giving you a spanking for being such a naughty program, and Neo is a chair."

Neo:"OK."

Trinity:"Sure!"

[hours later]

Neo: "So do we get to meet the keymaker now?"

Persephone: "I am the keymaker . . ."

Neo: "You are?"

Persephone: " . . . and your tongue is a key, and . . . "

Me: "I think Persephone comes back in Matrix: Revolutions, but Merovingian does not."

My girlfriend: "Well, she is the type of thing guys like to look at, but he is not the type of thing girls like to look at."

Me: ". . .because what girls like to look at is shoes."

Insultingly Stupid Movie Physics debunks one of my pet peeves in movies, where a character who gets shot flies backward with great force from the impact of the bullet. The site calculates that actually the force imparted on the victim will be less than or equal to the recoil of the gun.

"If the recoil from discharging a firearm is insufficient to throw the shooter backwards through the nearest window then the bullet also will not throw the victim backwards through the nearest window."

The site also points out the unrealistic sound in movies. "SWAT teams sometimes use silencers, not for stealth, but to insure that they will be able to hear if one of the SWAT team members fires a shot inside the confined space of a room. Discharging an unsilenced firearm in a room can cause temporary deafness."

Black White Supremacist

Comedy just can't stay ahead of the idiocy of reality. A while ago Chapelle's Show featured a skit about a "Black White Supremacist," a blind-from-birth African-American man who believed he was white, and wrote books advocating White Supremacy. Now it turns out there really is a half-Black White Supremacist.

A White supremacist who is half Black and his girlfriend were found guilty Friday of plotting to blow up Black and Jewish landmarks in Boston and across the country in an effort to start a "racial holy war."

Today's New York Times Magazine also features an article on this. Though the guy knew his father was Black, he started to believe that race was not merely physical but "what a man feels."

From Clive's blog comes the link to the hilarious cat transformation kits.

I wandered into a gallery in NW Portland today and saw some paintings by Marc Katano. (It doesn't reproduce well in a small bitmap online, because there is a lot of subtle detail.) When I was younger, I thought minimalist stuff like this was silly, but now I really like it.

At Intermission

I went to see a play tonight -- Edward Albee's "Three Tall Women" -- with my girlfriend and my parents. At intermission I went to the refreshment stand, where I awkwardly fumbled around with my broken hands to get my wallet out, then get a dollar from my wallet, then buy a sugar cookie. I walked away and started to eat the cookie, and my father asked me, "did you pay for that?"

"No," I said, "I'm beginning my life of crime with the extremely lucrative cookie-theft racket. On the black market, a cookie like this can fetch a high price."

Certified

At the bookstore I noticed the book PMP Certification For Dummies, and at first I misread the title and thought it said "PIMP Certification For Dummies." I thought, "wow, you can get certified to be a pimp?" I imagined conversations like this:

"Sorry, I only do business with certified pimps."

"Baby, I ain't gonna bow down to some bullshit certification scheme, with those multiple-choice questions and that crazy analytical geometry -- you know I don't test well! I've been certified by the streets!"

Reverse Midlife Crisis

Now that I've had my big wipeout, I think it's about time to start my Reverse Midlife Crisis. A reverse midlife crisis occurs when one becomes aware of an undeniable desire for a life that is more boring and predictable. My life has included skiing, snowboarding, skateboarding, rock climbing, windsurfing, kayaking, on- and off-road motorcycling, and traveling to foreign countries. It would have made a good action movie, if only I had been chased the whole time by ninjas who wanted my mystical amulet. I have been like a secret agent for a country that exists only in my imagination and has an extremely low GNP.

But what if I want more: the kind of more that is less? What if I want to drink warm milk while salivating over ads for minivans? What if I've been cheating myself with this "direct experience" stuff and missed out on life's best vicarious thrills?

I could take some time to "find myself" by reading my blog's referrer logs. I could send my inner child to day care, or even boarding school. I could get tattoos with flesh-colored ink, so only I would know they were there. I could grow small dandelions in cute little bonsai pots, pruning them carefully every day to make sure they retain their ideal shape. I could learn to make needlepoint pictures of Monica Lewinsky.

There's only one problem with my reverse midlife crisis phase. I know it won't last.

"I'm telling you, soy makes a man mean." -- Deathlands

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Guys, are you embarrassed about your small, dainty nose? Do you compare your nose with other men in the locker room, and wish you had more? Sure, women may tell you that nose size doesn't matter, but you know they just say that to spare your feelings: surveys show that 4 out of 5 women prefer a big, long, manly, powerful nose!

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(Side effects are mild and may include compulsive lying.)

Cindy, Shannon, Mia

I can watch a great soccer goal over and over, and today I did with the magic of Tivo. With the score 0-0 in the U.S.-England match, Cindy Parlow made a tricky spin move to retain possession, then made a deceptive outside-of-the-foot pass to Shannon MacMillan near the touchline. MacMillan one-timed it back to Parlow, who one-timed it back to MacMillan breaking into space. Shannon dribbled ahead, then slowed down, then waited, then waited some more. Just when this was starting to look like a wasted opportunity, Mia Hamm appeared near the goal. This is my favorite part: Hamm was closely marked by a defender, but at the last moment she suddenly changed the angle of her run and left the defender behind. MacMillan found her with a perfect pass, and Hamm rocketed it into the back of the net. (I always get a little bit misty-eyed when Mia Hamm does something really great. And she does that often -- she has scored more goals in international play than anyone else, male or female.) Every move in that sequence was an impressive bit of precision play.

Later on Cindy Parlow put on quite a show by scoring 4 goals in 13 minutes. The U.S. won 6-0, but that first goal is the one I'll remember.

"Guys without dates," as they are referred to in the industry, have heretofore been the primary population of gamers. (via Anil Dash) Heh, is that really the technical term?

There aren't enough cable channels, so I'm going to have to call my cable company and beg them to add the SARS Channel. I just hope its best shows aren't on at the same time as my favorites on the Allergy Channel. It's must-sneeze TV! (via Adrants)

If Print News Were Like TV News

If print news were like TV news, it would read something like this:

Hello, and welcome to the column. Those of you who are regular readers know that we write about news, and so we shall. Coming up later in this paragraph, a sentence ending with a preposition. Also in this report, startling news about secondhand smoke. And still to come, we ask the important question: "automatic weapons -- can your children still afford them?" All that, coming up after the break, when we bring you more news you can't get enough of.

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Welcome back, this portion of our column is brought to you by Pie in a Jar. In just a moment, we will explain what this paragraph will say. In this paragraph, we will recap some of our previous material. Earlier in the column, we introduced the column and gave you a look ahead at what was coming up. To summarize that introduction, this is a news column, and today we take a look at secondhand smoke in a new light, without lighting up. Be sure to stay tuned for our second segment, when we examine whether some children are falling behind in the neighborhood arms race; Gun Vouchers may help level the playing field. But first, the weather.

For those of you who don't have windows, or friends with windows, it is currently raining. Our writer in the sky, aboard Print News Helicopter One, projects that the rain passing by his window will soon strike the ground. We'll have more on that story in tomorrow's column. Now back to the news.

That was the weather, where we heard about rain. Later in this paragraph, we'll find out more about secondhand smoke. A new study says that secondhand smoke is not as bad for you as you might think. Tobacco companies are working on a follow-up study to prove that secondhand smoke is so beneficial that the Olympics should ban it as a performance enhancing drug. Well, that's all the time we have, thanks for joining us. Next time, "Guns for Nuns: how our religious community can take on terrorists."

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You see, television news is a lot like that paper you turned in for high school English. You know the one -- it had margins the size of cafeteria trays, and repeated itself like a deranged parrot in an attempt to meet the minimum length requirement. The only oases of hope in the desert of its nonsense were the blatantly plagiarized sections. Television news is worse, because it actually gets paid to do that. TV news spends its time (your precious time!) telling you about what it's going to tell you later on, and how wonderful life will be when it finally gets around to telling you. It's like if you went to a hockey game, and the player introductions lasted an hour but the game was over in two minutes. It's like if you went to a football game, and they spent more time before and after the plays deciding what to do than . . . sorry, bad analogy. Anyway, stop watching TV news and read something. You could even read my next column, where I might tell you something funny.

I wrote my first "guest post" at the Realm of the Palace Princess blog.

Bush calls for "War on Tornadoes"

Touring the scene of areas devastated by tornado attacks, President Bush called Tuesday for the nation to launch a "War on Tornadoes."

"This great country will not sit idly by while Weather of Mass Destruction roams freely through our skies", said Bush. "These funnel clouds shatter steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve. We will hunt down these evil tornadoes and bring them to justice." When asked why the tornadoes chose to attack parts of Kentucky, the President replied, "because they hate freedom."

Bush went on to suggest a link between the tornadoes and other evil weather groups including late spring frost and "really, really big hailstones." The administration's meteorology experts continue to search for proof of the connection, which presently is only circumstantial.

Polls showed that 64% of Americans would be willing to give up some of their Constitutional rights if it could help prevent tornadoes. "Like slavery," said one tornado victim, "if it could stop these tornado attacks, I'd gladly give up my right to own slaves!" Informed by reporters that slavery had long ago been abolished by the Thirteenth Amendment, the citizen replied, "oh yeah, that's right."

Pressed for details on how tornado prevention would actually work, Bush acknowledged that it would focus on tax cuts for the rich.

"People who speak in metaphors can shampoo my crotch." -- cory on moxie, making me stop to wonder whether that statement is itself a metaphor.