Morning Sickness

In my Yahoo News this morning, came up this article on a prisoner that they specifically didn't tell anyone about, and then they forgot about him.

To quote the article:
"Pentagon spokesman Bryan Whitman told Reuters the United States was now moving to end the shadowy status of the man, who was not identified, and allow access to him by the ICRC.

Both assigning a prisoner number and notifying the Red Cross are required under the Geneva Conventions and other international humanitarian laws."

7 months. 7 months this guy was a "ghost." This literally makes me sick to my stomach - I have echoes of us as the Nazi police, coming in the middle of night to peoples' houses, taking them away, no one can do anything about it, no trial, no nothing. And that makes me angry and mad, and disgusted.

God help us all.

Too much time.

Click. Ultramundane
Click. Comments on a blog
Click. NALADAHC
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Whoa. Breakdancing Transformers. I am totally blown away by how much work must have gone into this.

Harrison Ford and Me

I had another weird dream last night; it went on and on, but I only remember a tiny sliver of it.

I was in California, on a road trip with Harrison Ford and we were cruising around in the desert in his Toyota Prius. (He really does have one in real life). We would make stops, hang out, and I am pretty sure Calista Flockhart (his current squeeze) came up once or twice.

I am not positive, but I think he was wearing a doo-rag for part of the trip.

I have NO idea what this dream means.

More Sex Posters

Here are three more I have done; one isn't 100% correct (either technically or politically) but it is my favorite. It is the brainchild of Owen, updated and posterized for this purposes. Stick it in, has one of his ideas too but it evolved a bit.

More fun stuff, I hope these get made.

• One Prick


• Feel Good


• Stick It In - Generic

Comments always appreciated. Besides ones where people point out that I mis-spelled "syphilis" twice. I already saw that. :-)

The Cost of War

Ugh.
The Cost of War right now, as of this moment typing this is:
$ 117,986,264,881.

Jumping

I had another dream last night.

I was walking along a road in my home town Albuquerque, and I was walking very fast, almost like a car.

I veered to the right and found myself on an on-ramp, on a freeway. I realized that the stretch of freeway was going up and up, like one of the huge network of highway ramps, I realized I wanted to get off. But I was too far up to jump. I saw another guy walking a little further up.

I said, "I want to get off."
He said, "Jump."
"But it's too high to jump."
"It's an optical illusion. It isn't really as high as you think." And then he jumped, and I saw the ground rush up to his feet, the gap wasn't really a gap but just a slope. He floated down 10 feet, like a leaf.

And then I jumped.