Archive for March, 2001

Last night I had what

Last night I had what may be one of the most bizarre, nonsequiter dreams I’ve ever had.

Early in the dream, Matt was over my house and he had a box of videos, books, and CDs he had picked up for me somewhere.

From there, Huyen and I had two tickets to go see Wrestlemania. As I was sitting in my seat (which was more like a La-Z-Boy), I thought to myself, “Man, those wrestlers look close.” Then I realized that I was in the first row (why I didn’t figure this out sooner, I’m not sure). I was so psyched to be in the front row at Wrestlemania and was wishing I had brought one of my “Bring back Moondog Spot” signs with me.

The match in the ring was especially strange. The Rock was part of the match, but he had totally changed his look so that he was that “blue chipper” he had entered the WWF as. The really strange part, though, was the ring itself. Rather than being the regular canvas ring with ring ropes, there were no ropes and the ring itself was nothing but big couch cushions.

A little later, I went back into the crowd to find where Huyen was. I told her I was up in the first row and I was psyched, but that I needed signs so I could get on TV. Apparently, I had told my sister to come and bring me signs or a dry erase board at the entrance gate. I met her there and saw my neice, who came running to me (after she ran to another friend she saw waiting at the gate). She had this really weird fake toy rabbit that hopped around and actually looked more like an electronic shoe.

At some point, I became a news reporter that they went to during a break in Wrestlemania. But I was broadcasting from this huge space station. I was holding onto this monsterously large pole (no phallic comments, please) that was probably 100 or 150 feet long. And I had a camera attached to me, broadcasting back to earth whatever I did in space. The space station was a huge ball with lots of interconnecting beams and poles, and I was able to maneuver around it by driving this pole I was holding onto. Everyone wanted to see me crash into something so that I’d fall off the pole on television. I could hear the announcers back on earth talking as I was swinging around this space station, but then I came dangerously close to hitting a beam and went through the outside of the space station, the announcers’ voices slowly fading away until I heard nothing.

I tried to get control of the pole, but it took a very sudden and fast dive, and I could physically feel the force with which I was being propelled. Eventually, I was inside an enclosed part of the space station. I was still floating around on this pole, which had shrunk a bit (again, no phallic comments), weaving around the station. I flew through a game room where these military cadets were playing ping pong (though they weren’t floating or wearing any special gear).

A minute or two later I “woke up” and was telling Huyen about my dream. Turns out, though, I hadn’t really woken up, because I did, for real, another minute or two later.

When I woke up from this dream I was so psyched. It was such an intense dream with a lot of strong emotions and physical movements. This was definitely one of the coolest dreams I’ve had in quite a while.

I was thinking today about

I was thinking today about how America generally views itself as the greatest place on the planet in pretty much every way possible. While a certain sense of nationalism is normal, I get this feeling that more people in America are extremely proud to be called an American.

Somehow this lead me to thinking about health and how I’ve heard that America has the poorest health of any developed country. A quick search lead me to this extremely interesting page on life expectancy based around 2000 census and world population information.

Interesting facts:


  • Andorra has, by far, the longest life expectancy on the planet, at 83.46 years (combined male and female).
  • Japan, for all the stress people associate with their lifestyle, is fouth at 80.7 years. This is probably due to their very healthy diet (which, admittedly, is declining with the increase in western-style fast food consumption).
  • The United States is ranked 42nd with an average life span of 77.12 years.
  • Dead-last (no pun intended) at 226th, and depressingly so, is Zambia, with an average life expectancy of 37.24 years. WOW.

I’d love to see the difference in diet and health care between those four countries.

Another interesting fact from the same site: over half the people in Uganda are under 15 years old. As a comparison, in the United States the figure is 21%.

I definitely recommend People Facts and Figures. Great browsing here.

Hey, pals, how about some

Hey, pals, how about some more Lost in Translation fun…

Shakespeare’s Hamlet before…

It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.

Shakespeare Babelized…

Verb that left in cock.
to emfatizar; Some never indicate that ‘ gainst this comes
the ignited station; Where the birth of our rescuer is commemorated,
Singeth of the bird the whole night long:
initially; And then, the visualization, challenge of the dangerous alcohol are abroad;
not inside ignited ignition; The nights are healthful; then the planet does not work,
ignited here; Examinaci

Damn… Blogger lost this post

Damn… Blogger lost this post the first time.

I’ve been having way too much fun with Lost in Translation, a script that takes your text and submits back-forth-and-all-around Altavista’s Babelfish translation engine. After five translations, it presents you with a total mungification of your original message. A good example is the text from my about page.

Before…

Eh, what can I say? I’m a webmaster by day (and night). I drink entirely too much tea and have become a “tea snob.” I love all sorts of horror films (from Euro-trash to classic horror to slasher flicks to obscure Asian films) but I’m also a vegetarian: let me see lots of blood, just not on my plate. I miss college, but not high school. I used to DJ on college radio (I was also the station manager for a while) and I am a tad obsessed with music in general. I’ve met a few famous people in my day and most of them have been surprisingly down-to-earth.

I really like popcorn and toasted marshmellow Jelly Bellys. I Ping, daily. In 7th grade (1988) I wrote my own BBS and ran it at my middle school. Aside from local BBSes, my first time online was on GEnie.

Everyone has a cause. Mine is Progeria.

A normal Monday night: hot air popcorn and WWF RAW.

After…

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All the cause has one. Meins is Progeria.

Monday damages the normal school: maisimpuls of WWF that will warm up and BELIEVED the air.

“I can really make to blow upon mais and roasted it congeals Bellys of marshmellow. I silverplate, newspaper.” I love it. I can’t get enough of this endless fun…

Passed on by a co-worker

Passed on by a co-worker (note that this is not his site): voicemail from a psycho ex-girlfriend. Over 50 voicemails from this guy’s ex-girlfriend, with many saying, “This is the last time I’m going to call you!”

Be forewarned that you’re bombarded with ads on the page and when you go to close the window of the site’s front page, you will be bombarded with pop-up ads.

In the town I grew

In the town I grew up in, an individual had registered medfordnj.com a number of years back and has used it as a combination community portal/opinion site. He’s never made any false claims about being an official site for the township, and he’s certainly used his site to express his thoughts on political issues.

Unfortunately, Craig Issod hasn’t exactly made many friends on the township’s council or with the Republicans of the area. A couple weeks ago, he posted a political cartoon attacking the enacting of an “Animal House Law” that would allow police to enter private citizens’ homes if there was suspected underage drinking going on without parents around. Council members and the township’s police department worked hand-in-hand with local newspapers to basically force Issod to shut his site down.

I had a big problem with this. So, I wrote my hometown paper (the Central Record) an editorial letter, which was printed in today’s edition. It is reprinted here for your perusal:

I grew up in Medford and now live in Virginia, but I’ve been following
the controversy surrounding Craig Issod’s medfordnj.com web site.
Quite frankly, I have two words for the officials involved in
pressuring Craig to shut his site down:

Grow up.

It doesn’t matter which side of the “Animal House Law” fence you sit,
this is a simple case of freedom of speech. Craig in no way condoned
underage drinking and didn’t encourage anyone to do anything that
we aren’t afforded by our Constitution.

Honestly, I didn’t even care for the comic that’s causing the stir —
I didn’t find it funny. But I certainly didn’t find it offensive. Even
if I did, though, it wouldn’t matter: it’s Craig’s right to speak his
mind on his own web site, which he funds himself.

What disturbs me most is the strong-arming by council members and
unbalanced reporting done by several local newspapers on the subject.
We’re all used to seeing corruption and trickery on the federal level
and biased reporting in national newspapers, but it’s a shame that
it’s happening on a local level as well. The CENTRAL RECORD article
is the first one I’ve seen that’s presented a fair, balanced version of
the story.

Hopefully this issue can be resolved by parents that realize it’s not
Craig or anyone else’s job to raise their children. Stopping someone
from being able to freely speak their mind doesn’t make the real
problem go away, it just hides it.

… Ryan A. MacMichael

The gimmick battle royale has

The gimmick battle royale has expanded. One person I can’t wait to see again is Corporal Kirchner. Remember him from Wrestlemania II?

As an addition to my

As an addition to my earlier post about the crappy web host, this was nice to see. Sheesh. Nothing like when your web host goes up for sale on ebay. More discussion here.

The thing is, I had gotten a letter in early March about them being under new management, but it didn’t make a damn bit of difference. I still heard nothing about any of this. Any charges beyond today (when I officially moved my second domain) I will dispute with my credit card company. Idiots.

Texas man lives for 3

Texas man lives for 3 hours after he’s cut in half!

What’s even more strange is that they transported his torso to the hospital in a helicopter and his legs in an ambulance. It boggles the mind… can you imagine gaining consciousness and realizing your entire torso had ripped free from your legs? (via OS)

I was doing a search

I was doing a search about Omega-3 fatty acids on this site and came across the most absurd thing I’ve seen on the web in a long time. I clicked on “search” to find out information about flax seeds and I was asked to fill out a form with my name, e-mail address, phone number, and address before I was allowed to search!

Needless to say, I didn’t search on that site.