World Chess Boxing Organization
The World Chess Boxing Organisation (WCBO) has taken the patronage of this new sport under its wing. It propagates the spread of chessboxing to all five continents. Upcoming stations planned for chessboxing events in 2006 are Cologne and New York. August 2005, the first chessboxing gym opened in the Berlin district of Mitte.
The task of the WCBO is to train people in the no. 1 thinking sport and the no. 1 fighting sport, and in the combination of both. In the future new training methods will be developed in cooperation with experts from both sport worlds, sport scientists and neurologists.
One of the goals of this new sport is the old ideal of a healthy mind in a healthy body: mens sana in corpore sano. During a chessboxing fight the control of aggression plays a big role. That’s why WCBO’s motto is: “Fighting is done in the ring and wars are waged on the board”.
I don’t mean like I have been working in the Texas sun. I mean like morally dirty. Like the kind of dirty a shower won’t clean off. The kind of dity a youth minister would feel entering his first shake joint.
I like Windows Vista.
I cannot believe I admitted that in a public entry.
It’s all the eye candy. I like it because it is pretty.
I am part of a test run at work and so I have it on my laptop. I have SLES10 on my desktop and no plans to change that at all. I also like Mandriva’s 2007 LiveCD with the Metisse 3d Desktop. I guess I am getting soft. I like things because they are pretty. I am so going to have my geek card taken away over this. They’ll have to outdrink me and then fight me first. I won’t give up without a fight!
I remember the first time my wife kissed me. She placed her lips on my chest right next to my tattoo. It was outside, in a driveway off of Westheimer, and we were saying goodbye. It was the day before she told me she couldn’t talk to me anymore. I can still feel her lips brushing my skin when I think about that morning. We had been up all night just hanging out. The not talking didn’t last as you can tell.
I have lots of little memories like this. Some are not appropriate to talk about here and some are fun to remember and share.
To this day I wonder if she had the slightest clue what she was getting into. I doubt it. But we have made it through all the hard times and will make it through any more to come. I haven’t changed all that much. I am still me. I still go out and raise hell just with less frequency.
Sitting here with my gastronomic distress that led to me staying home from church and listening to Lucero brought this all to mind. Anyway here’s the song that got me thinking. Enjoy. I will stop rambling now.
Which Office Moron Are You?
Rum and Monkey: jamming your photocopier one tray at a time.
I didn’t cheat. I answered all the questions without lying…much!
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
Nggghhaahhh!
Grrr arrr Rum and Monkey.
Which Annoying B-list Celebrity Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey.
What Kind of Drunk Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
Which Evil Criminal are You?
A Rum and Monkey crime.
Which Horrible Affliction are you?
A Rum and Monkey disease.
Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?
A Rum and Monkey joint.
So I am listening to Don Williams right now. If you don’t know him them you should listen to the songs I have posted below.
Don Williams - Good Ole Boys Like Me
Don Williams - I Believe In You
Don Williams - Lord I Hope This Day Is Good
So I was listening to the first track there. Good Ole Boys Like Me and the line “When I was kid Uncle Remus would put me to bed” opens the song. I realized just how luck my kids are since I have found a copy of the supposedly horrible Disney movie Song Of The South. Disney has no plans for ever releasing this movie again. They have been beaten into shame by those who would call anything from the civil war era “racist”. My kids have seen this wonderful film and will see it again. It is one of the few things I have made sure is transfered from computer to computer and hard drive to hard drive. It is such a wonderful film. The stories are moral lessons that still apply in this day and age. Uncle Remus was one of my favorite characters growing up and taught me a lot about life. I mourn the fact that many children will never ever see this film thanks to the idiots who would keep this film in the vault forever. May they all rot in hell.
Although my anger is not misplaced there seems to be a chance this may actually see the light of day! Cross your fingers.
LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Cook Rosa Maria Salazar’s eyes dart anxiously to the door as customers file into the Salvadoran cafe in a heavily Hispanic neighborhood near downtown Los Angeles.
“We’re terrified. The police could come for us at any time and deport us,” she said in Spanish earlier this week as diners fingered maize tortillas stuffed with beans and pork scratchings and chatted softly.
The 55-year-old undocumented worker from Guatemala is among many Hispanics deeply shaken by recent immigration raids at the heart of Latino communities in southern California.
So you mean to tell me that illegal immigrants are actually afraid of being deported? That people breaking the law are scared of the consequences? I say that it is about damn time! I don’t care if you are making corn tortillas stuffed with beans and pork grease. I don’t care whose lawn you are mowing. I don’t care what meat packing plant employed you. If you are here without a visa you are here illegally and as such you ought to be afraid of what will happen if you are caught. The feds are finally cracking down but it’s too little too late. Unless they keep up the pace it won’t change anything. The criminals will go back to being complacent and won’t worry about the fact they are breaking our laws daily. They have no respect for our laws, culture, or our people. They only want what they think is best for them. They are selfish and they are criminals. They are humans and deserving of love but they also must face the consequences of their actions. It is not loving in the lest to allow someone to have no consequences at all for their actions.
The-seven day Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) sweep, dubbed “Operation Return to Sender,” targeted jails across five counties in the Los Angeles area, where police took 423 of what they called “criminal aliens” into federal custody for deportation, after being held on charges unrelated to their immigration status.
Federal agents from seven teams also fanned out in local communities, where they nabbed 338 undocumented immigrants, more than 150 of whom were classed as “immigration fugitives” — foreign nationals who ignored final deportation orders.
The raid was the latest in a series of get-tough enforcement measures by ICE in the United States, but the largest action of its kind in California, where more than a third of the population is Hispanic.
You will note the name of the operation “Return to Sender”. This name is because the people that the raid targeted are in fact repeat offenders. Sure the net caught first time offenders as well but that is as it should be. I say we implement the three strikes law and upon catching a third or more time offender we give them their wish. They get to spend the rest of their life right here in the US courtesy of the federal prison system. We do it for much smaller offenses why not this one? With the current political climate I don’t see that happening. I see us, as a country, about to embrace these criminals and welcome them with open arms ignoring the fact that they have already broken multiple laws by the time we catch them.
“We hadn’t seen anything like this here before, and it came as a shock,” said Antonio Bernabe, a community worker who runs a day labor program at the Coalition for Humane Immigrant Rights of Los Angeles.
“The police didn’t just take people with deportation orders, they took anybody … guys who were just hanging out in the street and even from a Jack in the Box restaurant … and now people are afraid to go out,” he added.
And this article doesn’t mention how many of these people were actually innocent and released. I wonder why the media doesn’t bother with those figures at all? I don’t see anyone complaining about being innocent and caught up in the raids. This is strange as we usually see cries of racism and the rights of innocents being trampled. We aren’t seeing that this time. I find that very interesting. I know what conclusion I draw from this but I will leave you to your own conclusions.
The high-profile sweep netted mostly Mexican nationals, but included people from 14 countries including Ukraine, Japan, Poland and Trinidad.
It culminated on Tuesday, when President George W. Bush gave a State of the Union address that ranked immigration legislation among his top domestic priorities.
Bush called for “comprehensive immigration reform,” combining a guest-worker program with tougher workplace and border enforcement.
I wonder if this new border enforcement will actually include our agents on the border actually being allowed to fire their weapons when confronted?
He remained vague, however, on the thorny issue of how to deal with the 10 million to 12 million undocumented immigrants living in the shadows, more than 2.5 million of whom live in California.
It looks like they already know how to deal with it. Just keep up the raids and the deportation. It’s really that simple.
So the bar was Dirt. Literally. That’s the name of the place. And it’s Friday night.
The Rockstar, Cornflake, some chick, and I walk into the joint. We realize pretty quickly we are the coolest people in the joint. It’s a room, with a bar in the middle of it and that’s about it. It’s painted black and there are some booths scattered about and nary a barstool in sight. Drinks are ordered and we take up residence at a booth.
Androgyny is apparently the attire of the day and every guy in the joint appears to be hugging any guy that comes near him. Now don’t get me wrong I am not above hugging a guy if the situation is right but random hugs in a bar is just not the way things ought to be done. I pull my hat down as Rockstar orders another round.
Bits and pieces of conversation float our way and apparently one guy, who looks like Bowie circa Space Oddity, is bragging about kicking someone’s ass. This leads to a general chuckle from our table. Rockstar and I participate in the same pastime as any other bar. We make fun of people just a little too loudly. No-one will even look at us and the service sucks.
Cornflake’s friend, the random chick, had to head home because “my fiance doesn’t let me stay out too late”. I offer to walk her to the car. (Stop thinking that you pervs I am married). The trip to the car was a non-event. I made sure she got away from the bar and back to her master. The walk back was another story.
The andrgynous ass kicking dude was about to get into a cab and thought it a good idea to bulldog yours truly. I locked eyes with him and informed him that he really ought to take a picture as they last longer. He stood up straight just in time for me to stand nose to nose with him. He asked me, and not very politely I might add, what I had said. I explained to him that what I had said was that the most wise course of action would be for him to retire to his cab and be on his way. He, and again not so politely, queried me as to why this would be a wise course of action. I explained, overly politely, that his bed was likely more comfortable than a hospital bed and that being the case I was solely concerned for comfort. He indeed retired to his cab and left the premises.
I returned to the party of two that was left inside. Rockstar paid the bill while I pocketed our shot glasses, rocks glasses, and the ashtray. Normally I don’t take things from bars but this one sucked so badly that I was owed something for my time there.
The rest of the evening was completely without incident.
It’s time to breathe some new life into this old place.
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Well I added a forum today. Right here is the link. It’s also over in the left sidebar as I Hate These Forums. It’s just one forum right now to see if there will be any use. You can post anything at all. It doesn’t have to be about anything I have posted or even anything I care about. You can invite your friends or your enemies. I am keeping the rules to a minimum as I always have on my forums. Feel free to use them. I am still working on the colors so if you notice anything that needs work just drop a comment here and I will get around to it. I also added a link up top, the tabs don’t change color yet but that’s because I suck at css and the guy who wrote the base theme sucks worse at documentation than I suck at css. So as soon as the wife helps me out maybe it will start working. The link works but the tabs don’t change color.
Quitting smoking sucks. I mean it sucks really bad. For me it’s not the nicotine though. I can go without nicotine without too much of a problem. The ritual however is just about killing me. I am not bothering this weekend because I failed every day Wed to Fri this week. I got the gum and that completely takes care of the nicotine and then some. It’s when things get boring that I break. I don’t know what to do with my hands at all. I can’t even drive without a smoke. So I am sitting here puffin away instead of chewing gum and all because my hands don’t know what to do with themselves. I know it sounds weird, hell, it feels weird. It’s like being a guest in your own body. Quitting caffeine was painful when I did it for Lent but this is something different. I can’t just fight through a headache for a day or two and be done. It’s killing me. It is hard to breathe with pretty much any physical activity. I am down to one pack a day but it’s not enough I have to quit. I want to play ball with my son and right now I am grateful his attention span is shorter than my stamina but that won’t last. The price just went up here as well and that sucks. Dumbass lawmakers taxing us so they can do more bullshit. They claim it’s for schools but we all know the students won’t see any improvement. I don’t want to get sidetracked though. I could go on and on about the futility of dumping money into education without revamping the system from the top down but I need to quit smoking worse than I need to rant right now.
I have to finish getting the urchins ready for church right now so I have to whining about everything. If you are so inclined then say a prayer for my efforts to quit smoking.
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