Archive for December, 2011

Go to any Google search engine and type in “let it snow” without the quotation marks.  Enjoy.


I love a good video game as much as the next nerd brought-up-in-a-household-of-mostly-engineers-and-so-raised-on-these-things, but this seems a bit like it’s reaching.

What’s reaching?  Read here

Now that’s what we call a good tail – er – I mean tale.

it’s no surprise that Pusuke — a fluffy, tan Shiba mix — made headlines nationwide in that country when the pooch -– the world’s oldest dog, according to Guinness World Records -– died this week at the age of 26 years and 8 months, after falling ill and refusing to eat…The dog’s owner told reporters that Pusuke’s condition took a sudden turn for the worse early this week. The dog did not eat breakfast, a first, and died quietly, surrounded by Shinohara and her family.

"I was with Pusuke for 26 years, and I felt as if he was my child. I thank him for living so long with me," said, Shinohara, 42, a housewife.

It’s also no surprise that Pusuke -– who lasted a human equivalent of well over 100 years -– lived in the nation with one of the world’s oldest populations…

So, apparently, if you want your dog to live a long time, you need to uproot yourself and move to Japan, where they obviously have a miracle-life dog food.  I do not know what they use in the production of their food, but I would like a couple tons of it please.

Last December, Pusuke made it into the Guinness Book of World Records as the world’s oldest living dog, breaking the previous record of 21 years and 3 months, according to the Daily Yomiuri newspaper

I’m just saying, there is something to said for man’s best friend for sticking it out that long.  I hope they allowed the little guy to pass on those amazing genes and continue the genetic advancement of dogs everywhere.


But, for the Japanese, the true story of “Man’s Loyal Companion” is still held by Hachiko, who waited for his master every day at the train station until his, the dog’s, death…9 years after the death of his master.

V-Tech shooting

The slaying of a Virginia Tech policeman and death of his apparent assailant Thursday — and an ensuing campus-wide manhunt and storm of international news coverage — caused havoc across the New River Valley.

Thursday’s mayhem began about 12:30 p.m. when Crouse, a 39-year-old Christiansburg resident who’d been a Tech officer for four years, made what university officials described as a routine traffic stop in the Cassell Coliseum parking lot. In the midst of the stop, Crouse was shot to death in front of witnesses…the shooter was not the person stopped, but was a man who approached while the stop was taking place. Questions remain about where the shooter came from and why Crouse was shot.

I think at 12:30pm yesterday, I was studying for an exam and wishing my life was easier. 

Witnesses saw Crouse’s shooter flee on foot toward the Cage, a university parking lot down Washington Street from the Coliseum…Officers soon found a second body there…That person is believed to be Crouse’s killer.  Authorities had not released the identity of the second body Thursday night…state police confirmed that the man found dead in the Cage lot was seen in video from Crouse’s patrol car with the weapon that is believed to have been used in Crouse’s killing.

Crouse, a U.S. Army veteran, was a member of the Virginia Tech Police Emergency Response Team and served in the patrol division, according to a university news release. He received an award in 2008 for his commitment to the department’s Driving Under the Influence efforts, the university release said. He is survived by his wife, five children and stepchildren, and his mother and brother.


Prayers go out to his family and friends, and to all the people in the surrounding area of V-Tech.

So I was browsing around the internet, because its what I does when looking for a story, when I came across this little beauty on a friend’s blog/page.

In “Moments of startling clarity: Moral education programming in Ontario today,”* Stephen L. Anderson recounts what happened when he tried to show students what can happen to women in a culture with no tradition of treating women as if they were fellow human beings with men:

I was teaching my senior Philosophy class. We had just finished a unit on Metaphysics and were about to get into Ethics, the philosophy of how we make moral judgments…I decided to open by simply displaying, without comment, the photo of Bibi Aisha. Aisha was the Afghani teenager who was forced into an abusive marriage with a Taliban fighter, who…kept her with his animals. When she attempted to flee, her family caught her, hacked off her nose and ears, and left her for dead in the mountains. After crawling to her grandfather’s house, she was saved by a nearby American hospital.

Anderson was waiting for the cries of outrage from his morally intelligent students.  But, that’s hardly what he got.  This is how he describes it,

Instead, they became confused. They seemed not to know what to think. They spoke timorously, afraid to make any moral judgment at all. They were unwilling to criticize any situation originating in a different culture.

They said, “Well, we might not like it, but maybe over there it’s okay.” One student said, “I don’t feel anything at all; I see lots of this kind of stuff .”

Another said (with no consciousness of self-contradiction), “It’s just wrong to judge other cultures.”

“Wrong to judge other cultures…” Right. Because no war has ever been fought because one culture saw the actions of another culture as wrong, immoral, or unethical. I mean, that is just crazy.  This is what separates good men from great men; moments like this.  Anderson says it himself,

While we may hope some are capable of bridging the gap between principled morality and this ethically vacuous relativism, it is evident that a good many are not. For them, the overriding message is “never judge, never criticize, never take a position.”

The book that this snippet is from goes into greater depth as to where these atrocious student reactions originate and how it varies dramatically from the actual study and understanding of the word and study of Ethics

For thousands of years, most thinkers assumed that virtue was something specific; it could be described, and could be distinguished from (vice). Courage, for example, was a virtue—a cardinal virtue. Cowardice was a vice.  Those thinkers are—in the students’ terms—judgmental!  In recent decades, a new view has taken root. The new view is that courage and cowardice have no intrinsic reality. Neither does the classical virtue of justice or the vice of injustice. It all depends on how you feel about things, which in turn depends on your culture.

Apparently, it is alright to constantly hate upon people of your own ethical background, and judge and condemn or praise (however you might personally choose) but do not, under any circumstances, give way to the notion that, in this world where we are all caretakers, you have any right to question the moral and ethical reasoning of another human being who claims to have different cultural morals.

Or next thing you know, people might even go so far as to think we have a right to aid third-world countries in their fight for survival and equality.  Horrors.

Theirs is an education to avoid at all costs.

Thank you.


Read the whole article here: Click Me

Final stretch



You know what that means?  Christmas is just around the corner – literally.  It’s gonna be awesome.  Plus, I do not have to socialize with people for a few weeks (always a plus in my books) and I can finally finish my reading list before the year is out.  10 books in three weeks?  No problem, right?

The new year should be good.  Isn’t it when the world is supposed to end or something?  I’m up for that.  It means I won’t have to finish that part of my wall that needs sanding and repainting.  I mean, if we’re all going to be dead and dust in, like, six or eight months, what’s the point?  Thank you very much!  Haha!


Ok, I am uber-tired from studying since I woke up.  I gotta take a break before I start seeing flying pigs, or worse: an intelligent human being ::: gasp! :::


Peace out.

After one runs an 8k, one…

Eats this baby.


That’s right; too big to even fit in my mouth.  And yes, that is a fried egg under the tomato and lettuce.  Best.


…Guess I was hungry…