Posts Tagged ‘I have nightmares like this’
‘The U.S. Military Often Replaces a Working Dog’s Teeth with Titanium Fangs, Capable of Ripping through Enemy Protective Armor’
2015: Cyborg dogs augmented with body armor and titanium fangs stalk the world. This is nightmare-quality monstrous, and I’m not just talking about that “ruff justice” pun.
All Nightmares Are True
Gawker, of course you had me at “Prehistoric Hobbit Humans May Have Been Hunted by Giant Six-Foot Storks.”
Confidential to Graduate Students
Always backup, to multiple drives, including one off-site.
John Boldt is pleading for the return of his hard drive, which contains research and notes for the thesis he was writing for his master’s degree in history. He only had three chapters left to write before his paper was complete.
Unless he gets it back, Boldt will have to abandon his dream and quit at the University of Calgary.
Via Gawker.
What?
Colorado U.S. attorney Troy Eid, a Bush appointee, chose not to charge three meth addicts with high-powered rifles and a self-confessed plan with conspiracy to assassinate Barack Obama, against the suggestion of the FBI.
When police searched the hotel rooms and cars the men were using, they confiscated meth, needles, laptops, cell phones, a black mask, books indicating check fraud and forgery, bags of new clothes, tactical pants and bar coupons.
Based on the evidence, FBI special agent Robert Sawyer believed there was probable cause to charge the men with conspiracy to kill Senator Obama. However, US Attorney Troy Eid last week said there is insufficient evidence to indicate a true threat, plot or conspiracy against the senator.
The men were charged with various weapons and/or drug charges.
9Wants to Know has learned three men in Denver discussed assassinating U.S. Sen. Barack Obama during the Democratic National Convention in Denver by sneaking into one of his events and shooting him with a gun hidden inside of a camera.
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Johnson, Shawn Adolf and Tharin Gartrell all thought that Obama had a suite in the third floor of the Hyatt hotel, where they were staying. In fact, Obama was staying in another Denver hotel.
The men were doing methamphetamine inside the hotel with two women on Aug. 23 discussing the plot to kill Obama, according to federal records.
Adolf said, “It would not matter if he killed Senator Obama because police would simply add a murder charge to his pending charges,” according to the records.
There were seven outstanding warrants for Adolf’s arrest.
The underage woman told law enforcement that Adolf also talked about using “a high-powered rifle 22-250 from a high vantage point” to shoot Obama during his acceptance speech at INVESCO Field at Mile High.
Houellebecq vs. Mother of Houellebecq
“Yes, Houellebecq’s a stupid little bastard, whether he’s my son or not.” Michel Houellebecq’s mother, angry at her portrayal in the press and in one of her son’s recent books, comes out swinging with a memoir of her own.
Ceccaldi’s son is Michel Houellebecq, France’s most successful contemporary writer, an award-winning, ageing enfant terrible whose nihilistic, deliberately shocking novels have seen him hailed as a genius. Philip Larkin spoke for most writers when he said: “They fuck you up, your mum and dad.” But Houellebecq’s disgust for his “old slut of a mother” goes far beyond that. When Ceccaldi abandoned him to his grandparents as a baby so she could go travelling across Africa with her husband, the rejection shaped his whole oeuvre. In his international bestseller Les Particules élémentaires – translated as Atomised – he created one of modern French literature’s vilest mothers, a selfish, sex-obsessed hippy called “Ceccaldi” who leaves her young son in an attic in his own excrement then dumps him so she can enjoy free-love life in a bizarre cult. Elsewhere, he described the “fundamental psychic flaw” his mother caused in him. He hasn’t spoken to her for 17 years. He once told an interviewer she was dead.
But now Ceccaldi has emerged from her beach-hut on the French Indian ocean island of La Réunion and today publishes her own memoir answering back. She calls her son an “evil, stupid little bastard” adding that “this individual, who alas came from my womb, is a liar, an imposter, a parasite and above all – above all – a petit arriviste ready to do absolutely anything for money and fame.”
It is France’s literary slanging-match of the decade. But as Ceccaldi tours Paris slagging off her famous son, what initially enthralled the literary world is becoming more and more painful to watch. Raging at Atomised, Ceccaldi writes: “If he is unfortunate enough to use my name in something again, I’ll cane him round the face, that’ll knock his teeth out, that’s for sure. And [his publishers] won’t stop me.” She talks about how she flew to Paris in 1998 after reading the book and wanted to smash up his publishers and then smash his face in.
