Worthwhile petition

Support Actions to Keep Kids Off Tobacco
Target: Senatorial & Gubernatoria Candidates
Sponsor: Campaign for Tobacco Free Kids

Every day, more than 2,000 kids get hooked on tobacco.
One-third of them will die prematurely as a result.

Their goal is 40,000 signatures by midnight PST--about three hours from now; they're currently about 1600 short. Sign it yourself, pass it on! Three hours!

Political leanings

According to the Libertarian-leaning Self-Gov's World's Smallest Political Quiz, I'm a Centrist, right at the corner between Left Liberal and Libertarian.

I know that I'm socially liberal, economically "don't know much, don't much care", which puts me right about where the test says.

Insults yield positive results, with this person

silicates, in response to being called "evil" by the FreeRepublic.:

I enjoy being called evil. It keeps me on my toes, and forces me to constantly reevaluate my actions. It's part of the reason I love to read the Cornell Review. Perhaps I'm sick and masochistic, but then again, here are the benefits:

• Being called intolerant forces me to reexamine my tolerance of different people (I dislike everyone equally until I get to know them) and different ideas.


• Being called biased forces me to reexamine the motivations behind my actions, and to strive for a more pure (both logically and emotionally) way of interacting with the world around me, leaving behind my preconceptions and taking on each thing as it occurs.


• Being accused of holding grudges forces me to give an accounting of my actions and words to myself, and to explain my thoughts and feelings and the logic or illogic thereof.


• Being called deceptive forces me to reexamine my tactics and rhetoric. (It also forces me to reexamine your behavior, which shows far more evidence of deception. One begins to wonder why it's a theme with you to accuse everyone of deception.)


• Being called a liar forces me to lay out my proof and make sure it's all in order.


• Being called a perfectionist forces me to remember that perfectionism is a bad, insidious force in my life, preventing me from doing the best I actually can.


• Being called illogical forces me to adhere more stringently to the rules of logic. Alas, if only my opponents were more willing to reciprocate!

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A very positive way to handle it..

Three (3) links

a) Hehe. Chickisms.

b) Holy crap. Check out this custom controller for Capcom's Steel Batallion.

c) KazaaLite v2.00 is released.

Also, another link/annoyance: The premise of having a permanent URL redirector for my web site and image links is fabulous, except when the service is down.

Last night's dream

To the best of my recollection (which will keep things short):

I was in London, traveling around by bus. I met a girl, she asked where I was headed, I showed her a scrap of paper with an address messily written on it--which I could read, odd for a dream. She took me into a theatre building. There were performances in various rooms throughout the building; traversing them meant using various stairways and steeply sloped passageways--textured like a shingled roof. I was barefoot, which slowed me down more than my shoe-wearing companion. In one room, a group I later realized to be Rockapella (after waking up and returning to my computer) heard was singing People Change; we passed through that room and a few others by means of climbing over empty chairs.

We were accosted by some employees demanding a ticket fee--$15, reasonable for such a set of performances, though an odd denomination in London--but we escaped by ducking under a railing and running out the door. My companion told me that to escape we'd have to take the Well--apparently a subway--so we headed off that way. And that, I believe, is that.