I’m so saddened by the actions of a man who found an end to his rope of the American Dream, an end which prompted an American Nightmare. The victims of this tragedy continue to reveal their sad truths, but some ugly lies are also cropping up across this nation.
I won’t stain my own blog with links to these accusations, but already the blame is being cast on the movie. It’s obvious everyone wants to equate the suspect to The Joker, and indict the franchise as complicit. That would make as much sense as prosecuting Santa Claus for the many shooting sprees he’s been responsible for.
WB has efficiently addressed the situation in an appropriate manner, but I have to think there’s a way to convince the world there’s still hope in the moviegoing experience. And there is. Go to the movies. There’s not going to be any copycat; this was an isolated event. And furthermore, check out this video, which includes the Joker briefly, and I consider one of the best edited pieces ever. Don’t Stop Beleivin’ in the movies, cause they make us believe, when done right.
Water, water everywhere; the rain pouring down causing it to continue to seep into the house, getting nearer to an electrical fusebox at my feet; more water every second… I run. Although I am safely away, having done everything in my feeble power to avoid it at all costs, a nasty tingling erupts in my spine, and gradually intensifies. I realize I am slowly being electrocuted.
And I wake up.
This was just the latest in a series of bad dreams I’ve been experiencing, and since I don’t especially feel like I deserve them and their horrors, I decided to seek expert advice on the causes of these nightmares: I fired up the Googles. Within seconds, Divine Caroline had provided insight.
Not all nightmare triggers have to be traumatic, however. Everyday stressors, such as job or financial anxiety, or major life transitions such as moving or divorce, can also cause nightmares.
Okay, I guess that explains it; I’m trying to find work while avoiding foreclosure, and getting the right job will involve moving. No wonder I am involved in such nocturnal mayhem lately! Perhaps it will stop soon, and there will be no more shocking adventures, horrific car accidents, or jumping from absurd heights. Maybe I just need someone to tell me “Sweet dreams” more often.
I’m currently reading The Darkest Evening of the Year by Dean Koontz, which is mostly about the author’s two favorite subjects: golden retrievers and Down’s Syndrome kids. It struck me as odd that while I read the part (albiet a small element) where a villain is involved in the lucrative market of stealing carbon emission permits, a phenomenon I had not heard of before, I had actually heard of it earlier today.
It’s by all means a new type of crime, and NPR has the story of thieves who made 40 million dollars worth of these permits. Some registry in Europe was broken into, and the pieces of paper that allow certain countries to have certain amounts of carbon emissions were stolen; these can now be altered to let countries who have spent their limits to go on emitting poisonous gases into the air. A very valuable commodity, indeed, if you have Lex Luthor as your governor.
“It is essentially an allowance,” says Henry Derwent, president of the International Emissions Trading Association. “This piece of paper allows my company to emit a ton of carbon dioxide through a combustion process.”
So that piece of paper has value. Companies that produce less carbon than they’re permitted can sell what’s left of their allowance to companies that produce more than they should. There’s actually a market where these allowances are traded electronically.
Over the past few months, but especially in the last week, criminals have been able to break into one of the registries where those carbon allowances were recorded and change who owns what.
Carbon allowances has now been suspended. Perhaps this will lead to more interest in wind energy?
Link (image by Griffin024)
This amazing mockumentary, narrated by Jeremy Irons, reminds us of the intentions of the plastic bag. It also reminds me of a particular segment from George Carlin’s brilliant piece, “The Planet is Fine.”
The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, ’cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new pardigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn’t share our prejudice towards plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place. It wanted plastic for itself. Didn’t know how to make it. Needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old egocentric philosophical question, “Why are we here?” Plastic…asshole.
Kevin Costner responds to the oil rig fire crisis
In somewhat unorthodox news, actor/director and occasional collaborator in engineering projects Kevin Costner has offered to help in the cleanup of the BP Oil Spill From Hell. Turns out he and his brother Dan have been developing Ocean Therapy, a barge-platform device built like a cleaning machine that targets oil spills.
They started tossing the idea around after the Exxon Valdez spill, right around the time Kevin started his skyrocket ride to fame, and millions.
At least 210,000 gallons of oil per day is gushing into the sea from the ocean floor where the BP rig exploded April 20. The oil company has tried several novel solutions, but none has worked so far to plug the leak.
“The machines are basically sophisticated centrifuge devices that can handle a huge volume of water,”
Placed on a barge, it sucks in large quantities of polluted water, separates out the oil and spits back 97% clean water.
The fact that all of the money that went into this project, and that the Costners are donating six fully functional units to BP (who said yes), confirms my fondness for one of the acting world’s best citizens. Hats off, Sunkmanitu Tanka Ob Waci.
And a little bit of video.
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I don’t dislike Aerosmith. I owned their greatest hits as a rite of passage, and thought their comeback in the late 80′s/early 90′s was inspired. My favorite song of theirs is “Lightning Strike.” Or is it called “When the Lightning Strikes?” Not sure, because I don’t love Aerosmith, and could barely be described as someone who likes them to a noticeable degree.
Steven Tyler, already a recovered drug addict when the band resurged, has been on a wild ride the past year. Working backwards, he is apparently back with the band now, after a long silence following his weird public appearance at a California Home Depot, where he sang over the intercom and sucked helium. This was shortly after he checked himself into rehab for addiction to painkillers. The impetus of that was probably his other impromptu public appearance at a liquor store, which is not as rock and roll as one would think.The reason I bring all this up on TLB is because now it appears that Aerosmith is kicking off a European tour with Mr. Tyler as intrepid frontman, and they really seem to think a lot of themselves. Tickets for the arena shows are £95.00, or about $157.00. I can’t imagine paying that much for a concert unless it was like U2 and Springsteen together or something. These ticket prices include the nosebleeds and the far back ground floor. It makes me wonder if they’re hard up for cash after this year of bizarreness, and I kinda wonder if it was a publicity stunt. It will be interesting to see how this plays out. There be dinosaurs here. Scary ones.
Are you ready? After what John’s Kindle (echoes of Kindergarten Cop ~I’m detective John Kimble!) says is 29% of the story, and the only body count so far is the number of extraneous characters, here’s the sentence that stood out, and made me realize where Mr. King is coming from.
Like ten thousand times.
Reuters pic of a male Polar bear eating its own offspring
Normally I’d never blog about such a horrible, horrible thing such as this, but today BoingBoing fractured my inner bear with a video of Russian bear hockey. And now this. Bears resorting to cannibalism due to global warming? Um, no. That whole thing was dealt a blow today, and we all know it’s psuedo-science anyway. Humans: 0 Bears 21. This is just nature at its singular worst. From a certain POV.
I need a sweet pic to end this post. Ah, yes…this is good.