JamesSavik

Two young friends uncover a disturbing mystery entwined in the history about their home town.

I have no issues. Just upgraded to U-verse from AT&T DSL.

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1989 Sequels: Batman Returns, Batman & Robin and Batman Forever 2005 Sequels: the Dark Knight and the Dark Knight Rises Market saturation complete. It's not that I detest costumed super-heroes- Actually I DO. By producing this shit year after year, think of all the original scripts that get tabled. That's what concerns me and I really object to. There is new and original work to do but they're going to do another Batman cycle? BAH!

For it to suck SO BAD that it kills any further urges to cash in on Batman. How many different ways can they tell the same story before we're all well and truly sick of it?

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TechCat has bad news for homophobic blowhard:

One of my favorite authors used my name for a character in his latest book! Jack Cambell, author of the Lost Fleet and Beyond the Frontier series, used my name as a minor character in his latest book Steadfast. Jamie Savik is the captain of the battle cruiser Formidable. To me this is more fun than a birthday because I don't get any older.

Kosh vs. Elmo: the Tickling

In the late seventies the new wave landed on our shores. God knows what it meant but we weren't into philosophy. lost and frantic new age romantic checking out the race never cared about what it meant We were wanted something cool to listen to and the Cars delivered. "Misfit Kid" i dream frequently sometimes they come out funny i go through insanity all they want is money all these parties get so habitual the same sea of faces always pushing, always pulling always in the races i get cooled out i get the come ons i get rumbled i get crumbled [Chorus:] i'm the American misfit kid still wondering what I did i'm on the inside taking a fast ride i'm stiletto so so sharp and I'm willing to cut sometimes nebulous I'm ready to strut lost and frantic new age romantic checking out the race never cared about what it meant always loved disgrace i get rhythm i get Cornflakes i get fast love i get wasted [Chorus] i dream frequently sometimes they come out funny i live with absurdity always warm and runny all these parties get so ritual lonely hearts and aces always pushing, always pulling always in the races [Chorus]

Modern IT can be viewed as layers. Institutional Systems/networks- goverenment and university networks. They have the big iron and budgets. They have lots of operators and users and a relatively high level of security.. The next layer is corporate businesses that need serious computer power. They are similar to the top layer but tend to be leaner and maybe more modern. The next layer is smaller businesses without formal IT structure or staff but statutory requirements for data retention and tax records. The bottom layer will be around the home and home office. Mobile devices and apps will intersect with all of these layers but can't really replace them. They add mobility and availability but they can't replace the big iron.

Gives a whole new slant to the old dig bite me.

If you've never seen the movie V for Vendetta, you should. You really should. There are lessons enough for everyone in it but very specific lessons for us. In the course of the movie, the protagonist finds herself in a concentration camp awaiting execution and she finds a letter from one of the former residents. Valerie's Letter I don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you. I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress. I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson's class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't. In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart. But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free. London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that. Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life. In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody. In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her. But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . . They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak. The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody. I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you. Valerie _________________________________________________________________ We forget what it cost so many. It's easy today. There are no camps. No religious fanatic doctors will snatch you off the street and give you a lobotomy. There are no fake laws on the books that allow them to take you away. But the people that lived with those nightmares still live. Those memories are locked in our nightmares and we will never, can never forget. We have lived under the worst sort of oppression. In some part of the world we still do. AND WE MUST NEVER FORGET.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: - Knowing when to come in out of the rain; - Why the early bird gets the worm; - Life isn't always fair; - And maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, -by his parents, Truth and Trust, -by his wife, Discretion, -by his daughter, Responsibility, -and by his son, Reason. He is survived by his 5 stepbrothers; - I Know My Rights - I Want It Now - Someone Else Is To Blame - I'm A Victim - Pay me for Doing Nothing Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone

Or perhaps he just consigned Microsquat to irrelevance.

While the captain isn't required to go down with his ship, he is expected to rally his crew to abandon the ship in an orderly manner. If he screwed up in a significant way, as this one apparently did, he might wish that he had gone down with the ship.

Not An Addict- K's Choice Breathe it in and breathe it out And pass it on, it's almost out We're so creative, so much more We're high above but on the floor It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive If you don't have it you're on the other side The deeper you stick it in your vein The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain I'm in heaven, I'm a god I'm everywhere, I feel so hot It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive If you don't have it you're on the other side I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie) It's over now, I'm cold, alone I'm just a person on my own Nothing means a thing to me (Nothing means a thing to me) It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive If you don't have it you're on the other side I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie) Free me, leave me Watch me as I'm going down Free me, see me Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling. It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive I feel... It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive If you don't have it you're on the other side I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie) I'm not an addict...

Fair winds and following seas.