God Dammit I’ll have a rant later about this, but for now, go to the Washington Post for updates and breaking news on this story. Now that NATO is involved, I fully expect whoever did this to be reduced to a smoking hole in short order. I think terrorists around the world should be shaking in their boots. I don’t know why we never helped to eradicate them before, but now we have a purpose, and a as the Japanese Prime Minister said after Pearl Harbor:

Ok, that tears it. The American economy appears to be controlled primarily by investors with the collective intelligence of a fermented rutabaga. Let’s think about this for a micro-second, and see just how this situation arose. Oh wait, there’s no thinking necessary; it’s pure, unadulterated greed. Greed that makes the more shady investors give money to businesses with questionable business plans, little marketability, and a tendency to over spend and overestimate growth potential in their sectors.

Mmmmm… tasty Japanese class. I’ve finally gotten off of my sorry butt and registered for Nihongo with Shimizu-sensi at Blackhawk College. Blackhawk doesn’t call itself a community college, but that’s what it is. ^_^ Poor saps think they can convince the rest of the world that they’re a real-life college. I also went to Anime Iowa for the weekend. Boy, that was fun. I should have some cosplay pictures up any day now.

Whelp, I’m not sure if it was inevitable or not, but Becky and I are no longer an item. But hey, you never know what the future holds. On a less depressing note, go to The Romp! Sign up and go play Booty Call or watch enjoy the crazy antics at *Cooties_ and its rather dangerous proprietor Gypsy Pedro. This has to be the funniest flash-animation site I’ve run into!

Well… doesn’t it just make your heart swell with pride, knowing that our pathetic, litigious society has come up with yet another wonderful way to burn its collective free time. Never mind that if a video is late, nobody else can rent it until the memory-impaired nimrod who originally borrowed it, finds it under a pile of old playboy magazines two weeks later. What? You think that two weeks is free, buddy?