Jul/16
2005

Hey fuckface

Yeah you. I know that you're not interested in the book. I get that. But for those people that don't want to know the surprise ending, don't fucking spout off about it. Same thing goes for movies. If you know the ending, shut the fuck up about it when you aren't sure if everyone has seen it. Ruining a good book or movie does a horrible injustice to the artists involved. It also takes away from the viewing/reading experience that some people enjoy. Obviously people like yourself that take the time to go out of your way to ruin those experiences for other will never understand. So, let me do something similar for you here. I’m going to do the same thing to your life. At the end, you're going to die. If I'm lucky and justice is served it will be an agonizingly long drawn out death. One where you know exactly what is going to happen, but are powerless to avoid it. It will suck all the pleasure you could have had out of that remaining time. And all your last days will be spent wishing you didn't know it was coming. Failing that, may you die in a fire.
Jul/15
2005

Beating a Dead... Hooker.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Raise your damn children right and you won't have any problems. If you're tired of me bitching about this topic, feel free to skip to the next rant. Our most recent idiot politician in to light up the 'protect our children' rhetoric is Hillary Clinton. She’s recently attacked the all time leading champion of targets, Grand Theft Auto. Because it seems to be the poster child for ‘Games that Piss Parents Off’. She says, and I quote, "There is no doubting the fact that the widespread availability of sexually explicit and graphically violent video games makes the challenge of parenting much harder” And follows that up with: “has so many demeaning messages about women and so encourages violent imagination and activities and it scares parents.... They're playing a game that encourages them to have sex with prostitutes and then murder them. You know, that's kind of hard to digest” I dispute those statements 100%. I would like to point out for the billionth time, the game is rated Mature. If your child is not Mature, why the fuck did you let them play it. With GTA, ignorance really isn’t an option at this point. For 5 years or so, it’s been making headlines when people Like Clinton haul it out to trash its name (and give it tons of free ads that it uses to sell more copies, which makes more money, which leads to more sequels). EVERYONE knows about this game. You can hire hookers, and then kill them to get your money back. Yeah yeah. Not news at this point, ok. And if you bought the game for your kid, you have no reason not to know that in advance. If you didn’t, it still YOUR FUCKING FAULT after the massive amounts of this subject. They don’t hide the criminal aspect of the game here fucknugget. The name of the game is the name of a crime. I wouldn’t let my kid play Murder Death Kill. I wouldn’t because without knowing anything else about the game, I could infer that it might have something to do with violence. Likewise, GTA could easily be inferred to have SOMETHING to do with criminal activity. The wide variety of guns on the back of the box, combined with cop cars would seem to indicate further motions toward violence. Oh, and it’s rated MATURE. It even tells you why. I quote again: “Blood and Gore, Intense Violence, Strong Language, Strong Sexual Content, Use of Drugs”. Read the fucking warning shit for brains. Don’t want your kid to see it? It’s easy. My parents had a foolproof method for dealing with situations like this. They said NO. I know, I know, some of you bleeding heart aspirates are incapable of refusing your spoiled rotten scum-sickle children anything the beg for. But that is not my problem. And when said vermin grows up and decides to act out the built up rage and aggression your poor parenting has bred, I don’t want to hear you blame it on a video game, k? Because, my little toilet bug, YOU bought them the game. You fucked up. Not the developers. Not the programmers. Not the ESRB. Not the publishers and not the store that sold it. You. It’s all your fault. Suck it up or suck me off, but whatever you do, don’t bitch to me.
Jul/14
2005

Big Giant Cajones

Lets say you were hired to take over a company. Specifically, a giant mega-conglomerate that was having financial trouble. Even more specifically, one that has recently had a lot of problem with accounting fuck ups. Fuck it, more specifically ENRON. And lets say you were hired by the numerous creditors to replace the corrupt board of directors. Now, in the midst of this shambles of a company, you have a lot of work in front of you. One can also assume the press is watching you closely. So, how large a set of testicles would you need to give yourself, and the other members of the board raises? Not just any old raise either, but 100-400% raises. Now, lets go further and say that you decided to make those raises retroactive back for the entire past quarter. I mean, what the fuck. Seriously. They gave themselves 2x to 5x more money and they made the raise count for the past 3 months. What the fuck is wrong with the people in charge of companies like this? What are they thinking when they do stuff like this. I mean, the Enron people fucked everyone over, and now their replacements are trying to do the same thing legitimately. And what excuse did they use? “According to The Wall Street Journal, the directors found more of their time was demanded than expected.” That’s fucking rich. I mean, get off you high horse for a minute and think about that. If you were hired to fix fucking Enron, how much time did you THINK it was going to take? Shut your god damn whining mouth and think about the thousands of investors that won’t be able to retire because your predecessor bent them over and ass fucked them. Now, consider how rough your life is that you need 2 to 5 times the salary you negotiated for when you were hired last year. To the directors of Enron: Fuck you. May your million dollar homes burn down, and your investments all plummet. Vermin like you should be stepped on. Not given raises.
Jul/13
2005
To the little old lady opposite me at the stop light, who gunned a left turn as the light turned green, when she had no arrow, no right of way, and waved as she did so... I WASN'T WAVING YOU THROUGH THE INTERSECTION. I was flipping you the bird. Be thankful that my brakes work.
Jul/12
2005
In the time it takes me to glance over I can go from neutral/calm/happy to frothing with rage. Yes the asshole in the SUV who just cut me off at high speed, swerving in and out was talking on the cell phone while driving. Wanna know when the motherfucker will get his? Probably damn soon, only the worst part about it is that he WILL take someone with him. Face the goddam facts people - if you're intent on yapping on the freeking phone you are not paying attention to your driving. They've proven it before, they'll keep doing it. It's getting to where you're actually safer in a herd of drunk drivers in a post-happy hour speed-fest than in just-off-peak rush hour commute home. WASHINGTON (AP) -- Drivers using cellular phones are four times as likely to get into a crash that can cause injuries serious enough to send them to the hospital, said an insurance study released Tuesday. What else? For starters weather plays almost no part. In the study mentioned above 75% of the accidents happened in good weather. Also, around half of the accidents happened within 10 minutes of starting their drive. About 90% of the accidents involved injury to the driver as well. Approximately 1.2 million people are using cell phones during the day, every day. People just can't seem to shut the hell up. My solution - put an explosive in the phone. If you do choose to drive and yap - have the damn device blow your freeking fingers off if you get into a serious collision (as opposed to say, dropping it on the floor or banging it into the wall by accident). If you make the risk more tangeable then maybe people will be more aware of the risk they're taking. If they choose to take it anyway, well - blam - they have 50% less chance to take the risk a second time, and no chance for a third. Yes, yes this only works for hand helds, and yes it turns out that hands-free really doesn't mitigate ANYthing, but I feel if you went to a hands-free setup then at least you acknowledge the risk. If I can't have that then I want a phone-blaster gun I can point at people who are on their cell phones. ZZAP! Phone is dead. w00t. While I'm on this fantasy I'd also make it so that if you were driving the car would generate an interference field that would prevent the phone from getting a signal. You wanna talk? Pull over for a few and talk. You assholes need to realize, a decade ago you lived without the fucking phone welded to your chops. Unless your wife is in labor (then she's probably not on the phone) or your kid is sick you don't HAVE to talk to anyone. It can wait. Bring back the pagers dammit, these fucking cell phones SUCK.
Jul/11
2005
A barren wasteland. The sun beats hot on the parched, cracked earth. It's too dry for even the dust. Everything is a uniform shade of parched brown. The withered, knarled trees, the rocks baking in the unwavering glare of the sun. In all directions there's naught but an aching emptyness, hot, leeching, barren. You look at your canteen. It's almost empty, sloshing with the muddy dregs of grit and saliva. Desperate, you wet your lips, stomach churning with revulsion but it's all you have. Far on the horizon a shimmer. Is it the true promise of revitalization, or yet another false dream? You plug ever onward, hope fading. Ok, that in a nutshell is what it's like in the gaming world today. No shit. The whole RPG, FPS gaming genre is fucking DEAD you hear me? Dead. Like the goddam wasteland I just described. There is fuckNOTHING out there to play right now, and the few promises we've had have turned up to be bitter dissapointments further rubbed in our faces by devs who make satan's helper seem like girlscouts (that goes especially for you fucktard devs nerfing dodging in Pariah). Lets go back and look at what's been out recently.... Ok, to me the last big hits were Diablo II (that's going back pretty freeking far eh?), UT2k4 (it was a splash, but dammit - didn't last long enough), Halo(smashing SP, multiplayer movement was retarded and filled with tk'ing morons).... long pause.... HL2(again - single player to die for, MP was hardly even an afterthought). In the intrim I bought a few bright, shiny things that I knew would hold my attention for the time it took to play the SP: UnrealII, Sacred, Dungeon Siege(s). Those were 'ok', but just...'ok'. Nothing worth putting down a deposit at EB for. And the Dungeon Sieges I bought at "Costoco" for $15. Bringing up the ass-end 'Stuff I'd rather beat the devs senseless than get my money back': Pariah, Doom III. Pariah had potential but was poorly done, rushed out the door and finally beaten to death with the nerf stick. Doom III was just simply sad. Boring. Repetitive. And the motion-bob gave me a screaming headache. It was a truely stunning example of "Graphics and eye candy do NOT equal gameplay... if I want to see a movie I'll fucking GO to the movies". It's so bad out there in gaming land that I actually picked up and started playing an MMO. Seriously, I feel dirty. I'm not an MMO type, and I managed to avoid the lure of Planetside, WoW and Guildwars (thanks in part to seeing a friend ruin his life on Evercrack) but I've been playing City of Hero's now for about a year and I'm FUCKING TIRED of it. /me cries. I keep playing however, because there's nothing out there. And if that's not bad enough there's virtually nothing out there on the horizon. I have money down on City of Villans, becuase I'm stupid and desperate. I also have money down on Stalker, but that's a real coin toss - it could be great or awful, there's no history to look at. No I don't do console games, and no thanks I'm not into any of the military sim-realism games, BF2, COD, MOH just won't cut it for me. As a friend once said: "MUST HAVE SCI-FI THEME KEK THX". Don't even mention Countar Streik either. So.....nada. Nothing good to play right now, nothing really inviting on the horizon, I suppose the only really good thing is that I'm catching up on my reading.
Jul/08
2005
Non sequitur, when what follows has nothing whatsoever to do with what preceded. It can be a good thing. I rather like to think it's what blogging is all about. Conjunction, dysfunction, and most importantly lack of repetition. Bloggers that rant on the same topic over and over are, well, boring. You read one post, you read 'em all - unless you really enjoy beating the dead mule. Variety is the spice of life, not an endless tub of regurgitated tapioca. It doesn't help much that the news is highly selective. They also know what sells, and well, what topics butter their bread. It's not exactly "news" that the conservatives want to eliminate personal freedoms and individual thought, nor is it "news" that the liberals want to bitch and moan over their lack of a majority. It's not "news" that we're in a war and that people are getting killed - that's what war is all about of course. It's also not "news" that there's a tug of war over abortion and women's rights to safe and affordable contraceptives... and so on and so on. In fact I can sum these topics up in a word: Old. So when the news is not "news" where do the bloggers go? Many starting right where they are, inside themselves. They know that pushing the same mantra's around "Hate Bush", "America First", "Global Warming", "Sexual Predators", "War", "Injustice", "Poverty", make for good platforms but there's rarely a place for a new perspective on these tired issues. Blogging is a unique opportunity to express -anything-. What you had for dinner. What you had for dinner as a kid 15 years ago at the Aunt's house you secretly suspected was getting it on with the neighbor across the street, the one with the annoying terrier you longed to kick in the chops. What you're wearing. What you're not wearing. Why you are who you are and who you credit for your rapier wit. The angst that keeps you up at night. The topics that put you to sleep at work. The good, the bad and the horribly cliche. After all, what's the point of spewing the same rhetoric as the guy in the blog next door? Buuut on the other side of the table, there's the "oh shit is THIS what comes up when you google my name?" syndrome. Too personal, too detailed, too intensely focused on some embarrassing aspect you posted. It's not hard to go from forming a vague sense of understanding of where the blogger is coming from to the "whoa, hey, too much detail" when they stray from a first-ammendment post to the details of their infected piercing. Yes, the non sequitur is certainly startling, maybe even captivating, but in what state will they decide to read your next formal position piece? When you cash in your anonymity for salacious detail you're almost guaranteed a drop in assumed seriousness. Regardless, I stand firm in the belief that it is better to have blogged and lost standing than never to have blogged at all. There are a phenomenal number of people shouting into the internet-wind, but at least they stand the chance of being heard. My anger still remains strong on the same topics, but I refuse to turn my forum into an 8-track. I believe that the variety proves that the blog is alive and individual in the same way I am.
Jul/07
2005

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To the United Kingdom: I'm sorry.
Jul/07
2005

My Anti-Drug

Have you seen these ads on TV? They talk about how people have hobbies and sports and such things that replace a need for drugs. One of them in particular really bugs the hell out of me. It has this teenage girl's entire night running in reverse. Starts with her puking her guts out, then rewinds to her at a huge party with everyone drinking, smoking pot and such things, and then rewinds her to the point where she's getting ready to leave the house to go to the party. At this point, the mother steps in and tells the girl "we need to talk..." presumably to give her a lecture about not drinking and such things. Then it pans off to “Action: the anti-drug” Couple irritations here that get me. First off, if you think 5 minutes before she goes out to a party is the right time to talk to her about drugs/alcohol/sex… you’re way too late. You have to have those talks a long time before they become issues. In today’s society, that means early teens at the latest. Raising them properly prior to that discussion will make it a no-brainer. Secondly, why the fuck are you letting your 15 year old daughter go to a party without any form of parental supervision??!?! I mean, at that point, what do you expect will happen? Finally, the message shouldn’t be “Action: The Anti-Drug” because that shit doesn’t even make sense. Last minute action won’t suddenly change your kids behavior. The message should be “Good Parenting: Reducing the Need for Stupid Anti-Drug Ads”
Jul/07
2005

Show some respect

Now, you all know I work shift work. Or at least most of you do. Normally there are 3 people on each shift. Due to the 4th of July holiday; each member gets a floating day off to compensate us for having to work on the 4th. So, tonight, one of the guys (let’s call him Tom) on my shift was scheduled to take his floating day off. Now, the remaining member of my team (call him Dick), decided that he didn’t feel like working today. So he tried to call out *coughcough*sick*coughcough*. He was informed that because a single person is incapable of doing the job of 3 people, he was required to come in, or find a substitute. That policy sucks, I admit, but that’s the way of it. Especially since his ass was faking and everyone could tell. So, Dick manages to do some fast talking and talked one of the new guys on the day shift into staying late. Dick said he’d be in at 11pm, which meant that Mr. Day Shift had to work 15 straight hours. So, 11pm rolls around. No Dick. So, I see one of my other coworkers on AIM, and ask him to help out for an hour or so until Dick finally showed up. That way Mr. Day Shift could go home. The guy was very cool about it and agreed. Bonus points. At midnight, Dick was still being a dick and hadn’t shown up yet. So I started calling around. Tried his house. His mother’s house. And finally his ex-wife’s house. Found him. He was “just getting ready to head out the door”. Gee, how nice. An hour after you’re supposed to show up, you’re getting ready to go. And it’s only a 45 minute drive for you to get to work. How thoughtful. What the fuck people. When you work a job that requires you to show up on time so that other people can go home, you need to mother-fucking show up on time. Fucking Dick.
Jul/06
2005
''We are deeply concerned that an investigation intended to uncover potential wrongdoing by U.S. government officials has instead sent a terrible message to the rest of the world. Repressive regimes who routinely jail journalists have already used this case to justify their actions.'' -- Ann Cooper, executive director of the Committee to Protect Journalists. ''If reporters can be used as information pipelines to government authorities, that will chill their ability to do their jobs and it could, in some circumstances, put them in harm's way. This action imperils not only the press, but the rights of ordinary citizens.'' -- Jeff Bruce, editor of the Dayton Daily News.
Jul/05
2005
''Journalists are not entitled to promise complete confidentiality -- no one in America is...'' - Federal Prosecutor and Special Counsel Patrick Fitzgerald in submitting a brief demanding the Times reporter testify before a Grand Jury regarding the leak of a CIA Officers identity.
Jul/05
2005
That purpose being to indicate that the rider is a complete moron. For those not familiar with the old wives tale, the saying goes: "Loud Pipes Save Lives". This has been replaced with the more correct phrase amongst riders with an IQ over 50: "Loud Pipes Reduce Rights". The argument on one side being that the loud pipes help awareness of an oncoming motorcycle versus the argument that loud pipes do nothing to help awareness, they only piss people off and get you arrested. First let's take a quick jaunt into the merry land of science. Who here has heard of the Doppler Effect? Well, ok, maybe you had to actually graduate high school to be familiar with the term, but still. "The apparent change in wavelength of sound or light caused by the motion of the source, observer or both." This means that if a source is travelling, the sound will be compressed as it nears the listener and then stretched as it passes by. Virtually everyone alive has experienced this phenomena. So if I'm a hapless pedestrian on the sidewalk, I'm assaulted for a short time as the bike approaches, and for an annoyingly long time after. But really other than letting the person on the street know it's time to stick his fingers in his ears and scrunch up his face it doesn't serve any safety purpose whatsoever. Pedestrians are hardly ever the cause of serious motorcycle accidents. Trust me, I ride. People have yet to launch themselves off the sidewalk, from behind bushes and mailboxes and streetsigns at me.... and I have a stock exhaust on my bike too. Nope them pesky pedestrians stay on the sidewalk, not an issue. Sloppy or unsafe riding also isn't mitigated by loud pipes. That's a pretty large cause of accidents. A loud pipe never moved a tree, swept away the sand or straightened a curve, trust me with this. So what's left... other vehicles right? The whole premise is that other vehicles will hear the motorcycle coming and use caution. ROFL. Ok, well - for starters lets say they have their windows open and A/C off. They aren't listening to music or on a cell phone either. They're also moving, coming towards the motorcycle, again there's the Doppler effect - which means that by the time the sound actually reaches the them, there's maybe a second or two before the motorcycle appears because they're moving towards each other. No time to react. If they're moving to an intersection, again, because both the sound and the listener are moving, there's very little time to identify where the source is in relation to their position. The point here is that the whole 'Loud Pipes' theory does very little in terms of alerting someone in a moving vehicle - the very type of accident situation that most seasoned cyclists expect. On the other hand what it DOES do is piss people off. The residents in the sleepy town you want to take a nice drive through. The person in the really really large SUV right behind them. It makes laws tougher and enforcement harder on those who DO ride with stock exhaust. Look, if you want to ruin your own hearing, that's just great. But the fact is loud pipes is just a sign that you're too stupid to understand that riding isn't about image - it's about riding. And if you don't know what I mean, then sell the bike, you're already so far behind the clue ball you're never going to catch up.
Jul/05
2005
I've never had to choke back the vomit reflex until yesterday. There was a trashcan left in the sun by the previous occupant of my new home. The trashcan contained the contents of the 'fridge from 5 or 6 days before. The stench was so overpowering, that I pulled the can to the back alley and attempted to move its loose contents into actual bags in order to deter the flies and the smell. At one moment, I forgot myself and took a breath through my nose. It was enough to make me choke. I found a an ice scraper in the garage to use as my shovel. Amidst the rotting fruit and meat were half a dozen solied rags. As the rags came tumbling, they deposited the seed of their bountiful folds - to send their bounty wriggling and pouring into the loose gravel drive. Maggots. Twisting and seething with a blind impulse fired by what small nerve endings suffice as a brain, the writhing larvae festered at the lip of the can as I scooped what I could into several bags - to be tightly sealed and set far away. The real kicker of this is that there was a roll of trashbags sitting right next to this pit of putrid decay. The ice scraper found its way to the garbage with the rest of the trash.
Jul/01
2005
So I commute every day, and, as traffic crawls along I see at the intersection of two major routes a roadside memorial. Old, rusted, bits of tattered cloth and faded plastic flowers. It annoys me. People died all over the fucking globe. If we had to put up a marker every damn place someone bit it there would be no goddamn room to move. What makes this spot more special to one person who died on it than another? Furthermore, why the fuck do you think that I need to know that your friend/relative died in that spot? And let's be honest, it's not really THAT spot is it? It was 12' to 20' away on the road, or at the hospital, or in the ambulance. Cemeteries are the place for you to remember your dead, privately. It's pretty apparent from the disrepair that your dedication to the deceased has lapsed, along with the faded plastic and shredded cloth. One creative asshole decided to put up a 3' metal cross, covered in reflective tape on the left lane. Yeah that was great. As you drove down the road at night this massive, white cross suddenly jumped out at you, distracting, blinding. It lasted maybe 2-3 weeks. It dissapeared. Hopefully the highway maintenance people took it away. It comes down to the point that your memorial is an unwanted intrusion on my awareness and that the land you've decided to claim is not yours. Maybe your dead person caused the accident. Maybe they were drunk, maybe they were just a really shitty driver, in a fit of road rage or just oblivious. I don't know, I don't care, I shouldn't have to. Highway maintenance should make a point to remove every and all roadside tributes, keep your pain to yourselves and spare us the crap - the world does NOT care.
Jun/30
2005
.. don't do it at all. I can't take it anymore. In decades past, music had a special quality. There have been few songs in recent memory that have captured that flare, that spark, that sense of wonder. Today's music, as the song says, ain't got the same soul. Now, I don't fault our modern music. Some of it I like. Some of it I don't. Some of it took lots of talent to create. Some took 10 minutes and 3 chords. But what really gets me is the disrespect some musicians have for the older music. Or at the least, the perceived disrespect given the manner in which they cover those beloved songs. Some artists cover songs and totally mutilate them. It's a sin what they do to these cherished songs. Let me give you some examples to show you what I mean. Madonna's remake of 'American Pie'. Horrid. Britney's remake of 'Satisfaction'? Bad beyond words. Jessica Simpson's latest effort of 'These Boots are Made for Walking'. Wretched. Fiona Apple's remake of 'Across the Universe'. Eh mediocre at best. Hillary Duff's version of "My generation (the Who, not Limp Bizkit), Cake's version of 'I Will Survive', Avril Lavigne trying to do 'Knocking on Heaven's Door'? Bad, bad, and worse. And the grand finale A Perfect Circle daring to touch 'Imagine'. As if. In some of these cases, the artists are simple incapable of doing the song justice. In others, they should just be ashamed of themselves for such feeble attempts. Now, this doesn't mean I don't like a good cover. Nor do I think that the cover needs to sound just like the original. I mean, list to the Animal's cover of 'The House of the Rising Sun'. It's poetry in motion. But it doesn't sound anything like its predecessors. 'Turn the Page' by Metallica was decent. Johnny Cash's version of 'Hurt' is breathtaking. Opinions may very on how good a cover is, but some of them are just horrific. As an artist, if you decide to cover a song, do it justice. If you're a bubble gum pop star, assume that you can't do real rock 'n' roll justice.
Jun/30
2005
There's little I find more annoying than commercial conformity, most especially wrt issues of social and emotional impact. In the days immediately following the attack on New York, people turned on their headlights during the day as a symbol of solidarity. It was a silent comment, and still one of the best ones I can remember in my life. Yes there are some cars with Daytime Running Lights, but it was still a small percentage at the time. This was impressive. Then came the flags. Flags decorated everything, cars, hair, houses, shirts. That was good too, it was strengthening. Still, I didn't put one in my car. It wasn't convenient and I didn't want to tie anything to my antenna or clog my view out a window. At the time I wondered if anyone was going to wreak retribution on me for not providing a patriotic display. It never happened. Eventually someone decided to make magnetic flags, those were pretty convenient. I didn't put one on my car, but I saw them start to proliferate. It made sense, you could easily put one on, take it off - it didn't block the view, shred or bend your antenna. I thought they were a neat invention, and a pretty handy one. Little did I realize they were actually the harbinger of annoyance, little demons of future angst, minions of pre-packaged, cookie cutter social expression. Immediately following the flags came the magnetic "ribbons". And things went to hell. While the flags were a plain, direct expression of support for our country - the ribbons were far more specific "Support our troops". Now that, to me, is completely different than "I support my country and fellow citizens". No, this can be interpreted a muddled support for the retaliatory war, or perhaps support for the guys out there committed to a war and not for the president that started it from his comfy desk in Washington. Most people punched out the center triangle from the ribbon, leaving these strange, semi-triangular yellow nodules with some smaller, unreadable comment that people either tossed or put on their car in general confusion. A few people never bothered punching these out, which I found even more annoying. Further, unlike the yellow-rubber bracelets that identify the wearer as a supporter for a cause, the ribbon labels everyone in the car as pro-cause, like it or not. If you decide to share a ride, you suspend your views for the ride? That's not me. Obviously. The yellow ribbons begat pink ribbons begat white ribbons (or were they just sun-bleached yellow ones?) begat cammo ones and so on and so on. I saw one frightening, mutant, bastard ribbon that had a visually disturbing pattern like a multi-colored regurgitation of puzzle pieces supporting autism. Autism? This is as important as the men that are dying far away from home? I notice now that the magnetic ribbons have basically lost their meaning, and most people are letting theirs slowly fade or just dissapear. I don't worry any more that someone will open their mouth, point and scream a-la Body Snatchers because of my lack of conformance. Instead my apathy is their apathy, sure there's still a war, people are still dying, but as with anything it's old (if unwelcome) news. It'll be interesting to see what, if anything will commemorate our exit, if a hard conclusion can possibly exist. I suspect that by displaying nothing I will still be ahead of the game...