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By Chris, on June 5, 2010, at 8:33 am
After spending most of my early AM hours following my usual blogs, news sites, and feeds, I decided to look for the lyrics to “Aenema” by Tool to add a few lines to my quotes page. Then I wondered if it would be a copyright violation to add the entire song because it just so fits how I feel about the world in general. Then I decided maybe I need to shut down the computer and spend some time outside with the birds and plants and trees, since the Internet is definitely not improving my disposition this morning 
So I am off to garden a bit (and fling slugs) then spend some time volunteering at the shelter, and maybe after Joy gets off work we can sit out on the patio, watch the hummingbirds at the feeder and not think about oil slicks, wars, ecological destruction, the economy, genetic engineering, the decline of our culture, corruption, greed, corporatocracy, and things like that for just a few hours.
But here are the lyrics anyway…  Just substitute “modern society” for LA.
From the lyrics page on Tool’s official site
Ænema Some say the end is near. Some say we’ll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona bay. Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car. It’s a bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona bay. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Some say the end is near. Some say we’ll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will cuz I sure could use a vacation from this Silly shit, stupid shit… One great big festering neon distraction, I’ve a suggestion to keep you all occupied. Learn to swim. Mom’s gonna fix it all soon. Mom’s comin’ round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Learn to swim. Cuz I’m praying for rain and I’m praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom please flush it all away. I wanna watch it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bring it down again. Don’t just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it all come down. suck it down. flush it down.
http://www.toolband.com/album/lyrics/aenima.html
By Chris, on January 23, 2010, at 7:48 am
I think that all public restroom stalls should be wired with speakers and sensors that detect an occupant using a cell phone. Then, when some obnoxious jerk is carrying on a loud conversation while, uh, ‘taking care of business,’ the speakers should blast the audio from the toilet scene of Dumb and Dumber.
By Chris, on November 20, 2008, at 7:50 am
No Impact Man has a good post, which includes the above-mentioned article as well as some other observations. There is a lot of good discussion in the comments as well. We’d heard about the GM antitrust prosecution before, in The End of Suburbia. GM was also responsible for killing the EV-1 electric car. The auto industry has blocked the implementation of emissions and fuel economy regulation, resisted any attempt at regulation, seemingly deliberately stalled on developing alternative fuel vehicles, and of course lets not forget GM gave us the Hummer. And now they want a handout. If it wasn’t for the sheer number of people who would be jobless if the automakers folded, I would say let them rot; as it is I am not sure what the best solution would be. A no-questions-asked handout to bail out their sorry asses is NOT it.
By Chris, on October 1, 2008, at 1:48 pm
I have been trying really hard to not be negative, but sometimes it feels like we are just cursed…
We took Winter to the vet for her chronic diarrhea last week. It wasn’t an emergency; it’s a problem she’s had off and on for a long time, and every time we tried to schedule a visit, one of the other animals ‘cut in line’ with a more pressing crisis. Anyway, finally we managed to get her in for an exam. We had them run a major blood panel — figuring if we were going to have blood drawn for a basic panel, we might as well go for everything so we would not have to put her through more bloodwork later.
The results came back today. Everything was more or less OK, with one exception – a fairly high positive on both feline coronavirus titers. This means that at the very least, she has been exposed at some point in her life. At worst, it means she is at risk for developing full blown feline infectious peritonitis (FIP) at some point. And the others may be exposed, through her.
It’s not a cut and dry situation. All the test shows is that she was exposed; (BTW this is probably not relevant to her digestive issues) but if I am understanding the articles (link above and another one here) I’ve read and the explanation from the vet correctly, the virus can remain latent for a considerable period of time, able to be spread to other cats or the carrier cat themselves can come down with the disease if their immune system is suppressed, or the virus mutates… it’s a weird virus because the disease is immune mediated, it’s not just a matter of being infected and then developing the disease like with most viruses . If/when a cat does develop full blown FIP, though, it is almost always fatal.
Even though we know that, statistically, up to 30% of house cats will show a positive titer for coronavirus, we can’t help but feel like we have 3 furry time bombs in the house. To say that we haven’t had the greatest luck with animals is an understatement, so the ‘remote’ chance that one of them will suddenly show FIP symptoms and die doesn’t seem quite so remote to us. We’ve had three cats with luxating patellas (common in dogs but not in cats), one die of toxoplasmosis, Nipsy’s asthma and heart tumor, Wednesday’s bladder stones and vaccine-associated sarcoma from the one vaccine she never should have gotten, Simon’s femoral head necrosis that resulted in two hip surgeries and a crippled cat (he also has feline herpes), Olive nearly dying of a reaction to benadryl (which, Ironically, she was given for a reaction to a vaccine)… and more. You get the idea. I think we have good basis for being a bit on the paranoid side. 
As far as her bowel issues go, it looks like a food sensitivity or possibly irritable bowel disease… the latter of which has been known to develop into lymphoma. Yeah, rarely, but, well… see above.
Oh, and I found out today that stupid Motorolla charged us $725 on that fraudulent order after all! Argh!!!!! I spent an hour with them on the phone and apparently they will be refunding the money “within 7-15 days” but that doesn’t help our bank account now. The charge went through nearly two weeks after the day all that mess happened, and after the authorization on our account had already expired and been removed. I don’t even understand how they could have done that, when by that time there was no authorization hold and the card in question was closed?
Some days I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream, or just do all three at once.
By chris, on July 9, 2006, at 7:52 am
Yesterday we were running errands and had to get something from the Staples down in Hendersonville. Since we’d been at the clinic that morning, we came up the back way along Howard Gap Road which avoided the worst of the traffic but also meant we had make a left turn at U.S. 64 which is near impossible on a Saturday.
The first green light brought us to the front of the line, but we didn’t make it through. By the time the light turned green again, a steady stream of oncoming traffic that was not turning prevented us from moving at all. There was a little green car behind us with a woman with ratted-out bleach blonde hair and she apparently blamed us for ‘missing’ the light; she got right up on our bumper, throwing her arms all over the place and inching forward like she was going to pass us.
The light turned green again…more oncoming traffic. Finally we saw an opening because one of the oncoming cars was turning right (64 is a one-way highway at that spot so there were two lanes to turn onto) and we started to proceed forward, but suddenly there was motion to the left as the psycho redneck b*#$@! behind us whipped around to try and pass us on the left by pulling into the oncoming lane. We found ourselves sandwiched between her car and the minivan that had been turning right, had to slam on our brakes to avoid hitting the van because she was forcing herself past us even if it meant us hitting her or the other van.
Hearts pounding, we made it into the shopping center parking lot and pulling in right ahead of us was the @##$&*% who had nearly caused a major wreck. Gee… her little reckless tantrum hadn’t gotten her very far ahead, had it? We were stunned and apalled to see she had two small children in her car, one in the front seat (a very small child, isn’t that very unsafe and I think maybe even illegal?) and one in the back in a baby seat. That was just the final straw for Joy, who was already furious over the whole scene. She pulled over, got out of the car, and stomped over to the woman’s open window.
“Thanks for nearly causing a three car accident back there, with your two childen in the car!” Joy said, then calmly turned around and started to walk away. The woman’s response? “Oh yeah? Well at least I ain’t SLOW, like you!” she brayed. And she continued to scream unintelligible curses at us to impress her fellow rednecks at the Wal-Mart gas station, as we drove off.
What a wonderful example she is setting for her kids; what struck us most was not the lack of regard or respect she showed for everyone else in pulling that stupid stunt, but how little respect she apparently has for her own children’s lives, by endangering them in that manner.
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