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All rights reserved. webmaster@world-of-newave.com (Webmaster) Tue, 02 Dec 2008 11:31:34 GMT Tue, 02 Dec 2008 11:31:34 GMT Newave Lisa XML Engine v1.0 - http://www.world-of-newave.info/about.htm 60 http://www.world-of-newave.info/images/wi8831.gif World-of-Newave.info - Knowledge and Informational Database http://www.world-of-newave.info/ 88 31 {ISSUES > BIAS AND BALANCE} - CNN's Crowley cropped Obama quote, omitting his assertion that "[w]e're going to have to fight" every day until election http://articles.world-of-newave.info/society/issues/business/media/bias-and-balance/cnn-s-crowley-cropped-obama-quote-omitting-his-assertion-20081020328.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/society/issues/business/media/bias-and-balance/cnn-s-crowley-cropped-obama-quote-omitting-his-assertion-20081020328.htm Fri, 24 Oct 2008 01:52:34 GMT During the October 22 edition of CNN's Anderson Cooper 360, correspondent Candy Crowley asserted: "The polls nationwide and in the battlegrounds suggest if the election were held today, Barack Obama would win. They feel it in the crowds, and he feels it, too." Then, purporting to support her claim that Obama thinks he would win, Crowley aired a clip of Obama in Leesburg, Virginia, stating, "I feel like we've got a righteous wind at our backs." But Crowley left out the rest of Obama's comments, which undermine her suggestion that Obama was giving any thought to a hypothetical election to be held that day or that he was assuming victory. As Media Matters for America noted in pointing out The Washington Post's omission of Obama's further comments, Obama followed his "righteous wind" comment by saying, "[B]ut we're going to have to work. We're going to have to struggle. We're going to have to fight for every single one of those 13 days to move this country in a new direction." Here is what Obama actually said (compiled from a Breitbart.tv video clip of the first part of Obama's remarks and an MSNBC video clip of the second part): And in 13 days, if you'll stand with me, then I know that we can win Virginia and we can win this election and we can finally bring the change we need to Washington. Now, that's the good news. I feel like we got a righteous wind at our backs here, but we're going to have to work. We're going to have to struggle. We're going to have to fight for every single one of those 13 days to move this country in a new direction. From the October 22 edition of CNN's Anderson Cooper 360: CROWLEY: The polls nationwide and in the battlegrounds suggest if the election were held today, Barack Obama would win. They feel it in the crowds, and he feels it, too. OBAMA: I feel like we've got a righteous wind at our backs. CROWLEY: Still, nobody knows better than John McCain that politics can surprise. He returned to New Hampshire this morning, the state that resurrected his primary campaign. Mediamatters.Org CNN's Crowley cropped Obama quote, omitting his assertion that "[w]e're going to have to fight" every day until election {new window}   Mediamatters.Org - During the October 22 edition of CNN's Anderson Cooper 360, correspondent Candy Crowley asserted: "The polls nationwide and in the battlegrounds suggest if the election were held today, Barack Obama would win. They feel it in the crowds, and he feels it, too." Then, purporting to support her claim that Obama thinks he would win, Crowley aired a clip of Obama in Leesburg, Virginia, stating, "I feel like we've got a righteous wind at our backs." But Crowley left out the rest of Obama's comments, which undermine her suggestion that Obama was giving any thought to a hypothetical election to be held that day or that he was assuming victory. As Media Matters for America noted in pointing out The Washington Post's omission of Obama's further comments, Obama followed his "righteous wind" comment by saying, "[B]ut we're going to have to work. We're going to have to struggle. We're going to have to fight for every single one of those 13 days to move this country in a new direction." Here is what Obama actually said (compiled from a Breitbart.tv video clip of the first part of Obama's remarks and an MSNBC video clip of the second part): And in 13 days, if you'll stand with me, then I know that we can win Virginia and we can win this election and we can finally bring the change we need to Washington. Now, that's the good news. I feel like we got a righteous wind at our backs here, but we're going to have to work. We're going to have to struggle. We're going to have to fight for every single one of those 13 days to move this country in a new direction. From the October 22 edition of CNN's Anderson Cooper 360: CROWLEY: The polls nationwide and in the battlegrounds suggest if the election were held today, Barack Obama would win. They feel it in the crowds, and he feels it, too. OBAMA: I feel like we've got a righteous wind at our backs. CROWLEY: Still, nobody knows better than John McCain that politics can surprise. He returned to New Hampshire this morning, the state that resurrected his primary campaign.
Media Matters - CNN's Crowley cropped Obama quote, omitting his assertion that "[w]e're going to have to fight" every day until election {...} On Anderson Cooper 360 , Candy Crowley asserted: "The polls nationwide and in the battlegrounds suggest if the election were held today, Barack Obama would win. They feel it in the crowds, and he feels it, too." Crowley then aired a clip of Obama stating, "I feel like we've got a righteous wind at our backs." But Crowley left out the rest of Obama's statement: "[B]ut we're going to have to work. We're going to have to struggle. We're going to have to fight for every single one of those 13 days to move this country in a new direction." {...}
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]]> Society > Issues > Business > Media > Bias and Balance {LITERATURE > CYBERPUNK} - British TV comedy series about a Mancunian pot dealer called "Ideal" http://articles.world-of-newave.info/arts/literature/genres/cyberpunk/british-tv-comedy-series-about-a-mancunian-pot-dealer-20081095311.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/arts/literature/genres/cyberpunk/british-tv-comedy-series-about-a-mancunian-pot-dealer-20081095311.htm Wed, 08 Oct 2008 22:10:33 GMT One of my favorite British TV comedy series -- and I'll be blogging about several during my tenure here at Boing Boing -- is a show about a Mancunian pot dealer called "Ideal" (geddit?). It's consistently well-written, extremely well-acted and provides comic genius Johnny Vegas with a role worthy of his almost Shakespearean-level verbal talents. Vegas, the funniest fat man since John Candy, is "Moz" a small-time weed merchant who may or may not be agoraphobic. But "Ideal", which has so far aired for four seasons on BBC3 and is scheduled for a fifth beginning in early 2009, isn't a comedy about drugs per se, it's more about the dramatic device of Moz's bohemian line of work bringing whimsical (and psychotic) characters in and out of his flat all day long. "Ideal" is truly one of the best things on television anywhere in the world right now and thanks to the wonders of technology, should you decide it's something you would want to watch, there is surely a way for you to see it, too. Just get your hands on it, trust me, you'll love it!... Boingboing.Net British TV comedy series about a Mancunian pot dealer called "Ideal" {new window}   Www.Boingboing.Net - One of my favorite British TV comedy series -- and I'll be blogging about several during my tenure here at Boing Boing -- is a show about a Mancunian pot dealer called "Ideal" (geddit?). It's consistently well-written, extremely well-acted and provides comic genius Johnny Vegas with a role worthy of his almost Shakespearean-level verbal talents. Vegas, the funniest fat man since John Candy, is "Moz" a small-time weed merchant who may or may not be agoraphobic. But "Ideal", which has so far aired for four seasons on BBC3 and is scheduled for a fifth beginning in early 2009, isn't a comedy about drugs per se, it's more about the dramatic device of Moz's bohemian line of work bringing whimsical (and psychotic) characters in and out of his flat all day long. "Ideal" is truly one of the best things on television anywhere in the world right now and thanks to the wonders of technology, should you decide it's something you would want to watch, there is surely a way for you to see it, too. Just get your hands on it, trust me, you'll love it!...
British TV comedy series about a Mancunian pot dealer called "Ideal" - Boing Boing {...}
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Category: Arts > Literature > Genres > Cyberpunk

]]> Arts > Literature > Genres > Cyberpunk {INTERNET > W} - A Hazy Shock of Winter http://articles.world-of-newave.info/computers/internet/on-the-web/weblogs/personal/w/a-hazy-shock-of-winter-2008124302.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/computers/internet/on-the-web/weblogs/personal/w/a-hazy-shock-of-winter-2008124302.htm Mon, 01 Dec 2008 09:42:19 GMT Winter is easily my least favorite time of year. (Yes, I'm aware it's not technically winter yet. I don't care. You season police and lunar calendar creeps can wax a crescent and shove it up your gibbous. I'm in Boston. It's twenty degrees outside, it's pitch black by three-thirty in the afternoon, and every other house on my block has Christmas lights and rooftop Santas and plastic freaking lawn elves triggered to sing 'O Holy Night' in chipmunk voices when you ring their stupid doorbell. It's winter. To me. The calendar can go suck a solstice.) Now. why am I so down on winter? Is it the cold weather? Nah. I don't mind the cold. I wouldn't be traumatized if I never had to shovel snow again in my lifetime, but generally the prevailing climatological conditions don't factor overmuch into my mood. Is it Christmas? Am I just a bitter old Scrooge? Well... yes. In the interest of full disclosure, I suppose I am. Not the 'steal candy canes from orphans and depants Santa at the mall' kind of Scrooge, mind you. More a 'lock myself in a closet after Halloween and hope to god the carols die down by New Years' Scrooge. Christmas for me is like a small hyper child with a runny nose. I don't hate it. I don't have anything bad to say about it. I'd just prefer it didn't climb in my lap and scream and sing and rub its gooey little paws all over me. ('Oh, Christmas. Always into something. Why couldn't you be more like your brother, President's Day?') But no, Christmastime (which now officially begins during the 4th of July fireworks extravaganza, from what I understand) doesn't get me down. Tired, maybe. Exasperated. Willing to do hard time for manslaughter, if I could just get ten minutes alone with the jackass that recorded those dogs barking 'Jingle Bells'. But down, not so much. No, the reason I hate winter is a simple matter of fundamental electromagnetics. As in the 'static' kind of electro. And me as the magnetics. I can't explain the physics behind it. (No, seriously. Ask my freshman physics teacher; I wouldn't know a Faraday cage from a hamster ball. Which turned out to be most unfortunate for our little lab buddy Mr. Squeakers. Rest his furry, crispy little soul.) All I know is that I'm an unwilling -- but ungodly effective -- lightning rod for the discharge of static electricity. Always have been. Only in winter, when the air is dry and cold and jam-packed full of loose angry electrons waiting to leap at me when I'm not expecting it. But winters here in New England are, like, eight months long. And already this year, I'm feeling the sizzle. When I opened the car door this morning -- *zzzap*! When I turned the key in the lock at the office -- *shhhizock*! As I hung my coat on the (regrettably metal) hook by my desk -- *pppppzot*! "If I attracted stray women the way I attract loose electrons, my life would be an Axe commercial." I'd swear I never touched that hook, by the way. I was a good three inches from it, and the electricity just arced over at my fingers. Like a pack of rabid tigers. I'm telling you, it was vicious. If I attracted stray women the way I attract loose electrons, my life would be an Axe commercial. (Only less smarmy. And with more redheads.) The worst shock of the day came in one of the worst places possible -- the bathroom. I was just putting the final shake on a trip to the urinal, reached for the handle to flush and -- *bbbbbbbzzzzzzowie*!!! I'm pretty sure the bolt passed into my finger, whizzed through my body, and slammed into the wall behind me. Some of the paper towels in the holder back there looked a little singed, is all I'm saying. It's not CSI:Miami proof, but it's solid forensic corroboration. Singed paper towels would totally hold up in court. Meanwhile, the jolt was alarming. I would probably have peed my pants, if I hadn't just gotten finished peeing. And if my peeing apparatus had been tucked away back in my pants already. And if my bladder hadn't just been cooked to medium rare by a rogue bout of ball lightning. Instead, I jumped back from the shock, convulsing and flapping my arms. With my pants still unzipped, and the apparatus downstairs waving about willy-nilly. Thank goodness no one walked into the bathroom just then. Maybe someone out there could explain their way out of looking like 'Cosmo Kramer, sex offender' in a public restroom, but I'm certain that I couldn't. And I have the court-appointed community service records to prove it. Of course, all of these shocking developments pale in comparison to the teeth-rattling thunderbolts unleashed on me by my wife. If I'm the glue getting stuck with these nasty little shocks, my missus is the rubber bouncing thousand-bolt lightning strikes at me. She's like Zeus with those things. Or a much cuter Emperor from The Empire Strikes Back. Some days, I'd swear she keeps a Van de Graaff generator in her pants. (There's a joke to be made here about electrified panties and pubic hairs standing on end. But I like being married, so I'll leave this one to you. Knock yourself out.) Spending a winter with my wife is taking my life in my own hands. Any other shocks I get -- from doorknobs, ungrounded urinal handles and the like -- are solely on the fingers. Unless I start licking my car door or getting 'intimate' with the tailpipe, only my hands are at risk out in the wintry world. My wife isn't nearly so specific, or as merciful. She'll sizzle me with a touch on the elbow, or the cheek, or worst of all, singe my lips when she leans in for a kiss. I think I'm getting a nice smooch; next thing I know, my mouth is soldered shut and no hairs grow back on my chin for a month. Not cool. At least if she ever delivers a fatal shock, she can always resuscitate me. A quick shuffle across the rug and a megawatt poke in the chest would get me going before any fancy defibrillator paddles. Might catch my shirt on fire, too, but I'll climb that electrified fence when I get to it. So winter for me is basically a pain in the neck. And the fingers, and sometimes more sensitive parts. Spring can't possibly get here fast enough. Until then, I'm sewing resistors into my underpants. Or transistors. Capacitors? Damn. I really wish I'd paid attention in that physics class. Wherethehellwasi.Com A Hazy Shock of Winter {new window}   Www.Wherethehellwasi.Com - Winter is easily my least favorite time of year. (Yes, I'm aware it's not technically winter yet. I don't care. You season police and lunar calendar creeps can wax a crescent and shove it up your gibbous. I'm in Boston. It's twenty degrees outside, it's pitch black by three-thirty in the afternoon, and every other house on my block has Christmas lights and rooftop Santas and plastic freaking lawn elves triggered to sing 'O Holy Night' in chipmunk voices when you ring their stupid doorbell. It's winter. To me. The calendar can go suck a solstice.) Now. why am I so down on winter? Is it the cold weather? Nah. I don't mind the cold. I wouldn't be traumatized if I never had to shovel snow again in my lifetime, but generally the prevailing climatological conditions don't factor overmuch into my mood. Is it Christmas? Am I just a bitter old Scrooge? Well... yes. In the interest of full disclosure, I suppose I am. Not the 'steal candy canes from orphans and depants Santa at the mall' kind of Scrooge, mind you. More a 'lock myself in a closet after Halloween and hope to god the carols die down by New Years' Scrooge. Christmas for me is like a small hyper child with a runny nose. I don't hate it. I don't have anything bad to say about it. I'd just prefer it didn't climb in my lap and scream and sing and rub its gooey little paws all over me. ('Oh, Christmas. Always into something. Why couldn't you be more like your brother, President's Day?') But no, Christmastime (which now officially begins during the 4th of July fireworks extravaganza, from what I understand) doesn't get me down. Tired, maybe. Exasperated. Willing to do hard time for manslaughter, if I could just get ten minutes alone with the jackass that recorded those dogs barking 'Jingle Bells'. But down, not so much. No, the reason I hate winter is a simple matter of fundamental electromagnetics. As in the 'static' kind of electro. And me as the magnetics. I can't explain the physics behind it. (No, seriously. Ask my freshman physics teacher; I wouldn't know a Faraday cage from a hamster ball. Which turned out to be most unfortunate for our little lab buddy Mr. Squeakers. Rest his furry, crispy little soul.) All I know is that I'm an unwilling -- but ungodly effective -- lightning rod for the discharge of static electricity. Always have been. Only in winter, when the air is dry and cold and jam-packed full of loose angry electrons waiting to leap at me when I'm not expecting it. But winters here in New England are, like, eight months long. And already this year, I'm feeling the sizzle. When I opened the car door this morning -- *zzzap*! When I turned the key in the lock at the office -- *shhhizock*! As I hung my coat on the (regrettably metal) hook by my desk -- *pppppzot*! "If I attracted stray women the way I attract loose electrons, my life would be an Axe commercial." I'd swear I never touched that hook, by the way. I was a good three inches from it, and the electricity just arced over at my fingers. Like a pack of rabid tigers. I'm telling you, it was vicious. If I attracted stray women the way I attract loose electrons, my life would be an Axe commercial. (Only less smarmy. And with more redheads.) The worst shock of the day came in one of the worst places possible -- the bathroom. I was just putting the final shake on a trip to the urinal, reached for the handle to flush and -- *bbbbbbbzzzzzzowie*!!! I'm pretty sure the bolt passed into my finger, whizzed through my body, and slammed into the wall behind me. Some of the paper towels in the holder back there looked a little singed, is all I'm saying. It's not CSI:Miami proof, but it's solid forensic corroboration. Singed paper towels would totally hold up in court. Meanwhile, the jolt was alarming. I would probably have peed my pants, if I hadn't just gotten finished peeing. And if my peeing apparatus had been tucked away back in my pants already. And if my bladder hadn't just been cooked to medium rare by a rogue bout of ball lightning. Instead, I jumped back from the shock, convulsing and flapping my arms. With my pants still unzipped, and the apparatus downstairs waving about willy-nilly. Thank goodness no one walked into the bathroom just then. Maybe someone out there could explain their way out of looking like 'Cosmo Kramer, sex offender' in a public restroom, but I'm certain that I couldn't. And I have the court-appointed community service records to prove it. Of course, all of these shocking developments pale in comparison to the teeth-rattling thunderbolts unleashed on me by my wife. If I'm the glue getting stuck with these nasty little shocks, my missus is the rubber bouncing thousand-bolt lightning strikes at me. She's like Zeus with those things. Or a much cuter Emperor from The Empire Strikes Back. Some days, I'd swear she keeps a Van de Graaff generator in her pants. (There's a joke to be made here about electrified panties and pubic hairs standing on end. But I like being married, so I'll leave this one to you. Knock yourself out.) Spending a winter with my wife is taking my life in my own hands. Any other shocks I get -- from doorknobs, ungrounded urinal handles and the like -- are solely on the fingers. Unless I start licking my car door or getting 'intimate' with the tailpipe, only my hands are at risk out in the wintry world. My wife isn't nearly so specific, or as merciful. She'll sizzle me with a touch on the elbow, or the cheek, or worst of all, singe my lips when she leans in for a kiss. I think I'm getting a nice smooch; next thing I know, my mouth is soldered shut and no hairs grow back on my chin for a month. Not cool. At least if she ever delivers a fatal shock, she can always resuscitate me. A quick shuffle across the rug and a megawatt poke in the chest would get me going before any fancy defibrillator paddles. Might catch my shirt on fire, too, but I'll climb that electrified fence when I get to it. So winter for me is basically a pain in the neck. And the fingers, and sometimes more sensitive parts. Spring can't possibly get here fast enough. Until then, I'm sewing resistors into my underpants. Or transistors. Capacitors? Damn. I really wish I'd paid attention in that physics class.
A Hazy Shock of Winter [Where the Hell Was I?] {...} Life, from a comic perspective. Original articles, humor, & funny stories daily from an aspiring Boston standup comedian. {...}
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Category: Computers > Internet > On the Web > Weblogs > Personal > W

]]> Computers > Internet > On the Web > Weblogs > Personal > W {SOFTWARE > NEWS AND MEDIA} - Diet of Fast Food and Candy May Cause Alzheimer's http://articles.world-of-newave.info/computers/software/operating-systems/linux/news-and-media/diet-of-fast-food-and-candy-may-cause-alzheimer-s-2008115441.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/computers/software/operating-systems/linux/news-and-media/diet-of-fast-food-and-candy-may-cause-alzheimer-s-2008115441.htm Sun, 30 Nov 2008 13:05:00 GMT lurking_giant sends along a Reuters report on research out of Sweden indicating that a diet rich in fat, sugar, and cholesterol could increase the risk of Alzheimer's, at least in mice. "'On examining the brains of these mice, we found a chemical change not unlike that found in the Alzheimer brain,' [said] Susanne Akterin, a researcher at the Karolinska Institutet's Alzheimer's Disease Research Center... 'We now suspect that a high intake of fat and cholesterol in combination with genetic factors... can adversely affect several brain substances, which can be a contributory factor in the development of Alzheimer's.' ... These mice showed chemical changes in their brains, indicating an abnormal build-up of the protein tau as well as signs that cholesterol in food reduced levels of another protein called Arc involved in memory storage."Read more of this story at Slashdot. Science.Slashdot.Org Diet of Fast Food and Candy May Cause Alzheimer's {new window}   Science.Slashdot.Org - lurking_giant sends along a Reuters report on research out of Sweden indicating that a diet rich in fat, sugar, and cholesterol could increase the risk of Alzheimer's, at least in mice. "'On examining the brains of these mice, we found a chemical change not unlike that found in the Alzheimer brain,' [said] Susanne Akterin, a researcher at the Karolinska Institutet's Alzheimer's Disease Research Center... 'We now suspect that a high intake of fat and cholesterol in combination with genetic factors... can adversely affect several brain substances, which can be a contributory factor in the development of Alzheimer's.' ... These mice showed chemical changes in their brains, indicating an abnormal build-up of the protein tau as well as signs that cholesterol in food reduced levels of another protein called Arc involved in memory storage."Read more of this story at Slashdot.
Slashdot | Diet of Fast Food and Candy May Cause Alzheimer's {...} Diet of Fast Food and Candy May Cause Alzheimer's -- article related to Medicine and Science. {...}
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Category: Computers > Software > Operating Systems > Linux > News and Media

]]> Computers > Software > Operating Systems > Linux > News and Media {NORTH AMERICA > REAL ESTATE} - Morgan Hill Shopping Center...space for rent, up to 3 months free!! (morgan hill) 1250sqft http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/morgan-hill-shopping-center-space-for-rent-up-to-20081121649.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/morgan-hill-shopping-center-space-for-rent-up-to-20081121649.htm Sat, 29 Nov 2008 05:56:21 GMT Location: Candy Park Shopping Center 16375 Monterey Rd Morgan Hill, CA 95037 General Commercial Zoning Looking for a great place to start or relocate your business!!!!!! For rent: 1250 sqft $1.5 per sqft plus $.20 triple net! Recently remodeled shopping center in great location for traffic flow. Contact Ken at 408-858-1771....Up to 3 months FREE rent!!!!!!!!! Sfbay.Craigslist.Org Morgan Hill Shopping Center...space for rent, up to 3 months free!! (morgan hill) 1250sqft {new window}   Sfbay.Craigslist.Org - Location: Candy Park Shopping Center 16375 Monterey Rd Morgan Hill, CA 95037 General Commercial Zoning Looking for a great place to start or relocate your business!!!!!! For rent: 1250 sqft $1.5 per sqft plus $.20 triple net! Recently remodeled shopping center in great location for traffic flow. Contact Ken at 408-858-1771....Up to 3 months FREE rent!!!!!!!!!
Morgan Hill Shopping Center...space for rent, up to 3 months free!! {...}
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Category: Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate

]]> Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate {LITERATURE > CYBERPUNK} - Large Candy Cane Used To Beat Threatening Neighbor http://articles.world-of-newave.info/arts/literature/genres/cyberpunk/large-candy-cane-used-to-beat-threatening-neighbor-20081156332.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/arts/literature/genres/cyberpunk/large-candy-cane-used-to-beat-threatening-neighbor-20081156332.htm Sat, 29 Nov 2008 04:03:16 GMT In what may be the only appropriate use for a Christmas lawn decoration, a Sacramento man grabbed a large candy-cane on his lawn and used it to beat a drunken knife-wielding neighbor who was threatening his Thanksgiving guests. He and his red-and-white weapon were able to hold the man until police arrived. Good thing he put those decorations out early. While it sounds like it came from the Onion, the story is in today's Sacramento Bee. The attacker's name is Donald Kercell, a 49-year old. I searched for his name and found this SacBee story from 2007, and archived in a library service. Kercell is a 48-year-old resident of Rio Linda. In his youth, he discovered two things. One was that he had a talent for working with concrete. The other was methamphetamine. The former, coupled with an impressive work ethic, kept Kercell gainfully employed much of the time. The latter put him in prison.... Boingboing.Net Large Candy Cane Used To Beat Threatening Neighbor {new window}   Www.Boingboing.Net - In what may be the only appropriate use for a Christmas lawn decoration, a Sacramento man grabbed a large candy-cane on his lawn and used it to beat a drunken knife-wielding neighbor who was threatening his Thanksgiving guests. He and his red-and-white weapon were able to hold the man until police arrived. Good thing he put those decorations out early. While it sounds like it came from the Onion, the story is in today's Sacramento Bee. The attacker's name is Donald Kercell, a 49-year old. I searched for his name and found this SacBee story from 2007, and archived in a library service. Kercell is a 48-year-old resident of Rio Linda. In his youth, he discovered two things. One was that he had a talent for working with concrete. The other was methamphetamine. The former, coupled with an impressive work ethic, kept Kercell gainfully employed much of the time. The latter put him in prison....
Large Candy Cane Used To Beat Threatening Neighbor - Boing Boing {...}
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Category: Arts > Literature > Genres > Cyberpunk

]]> Arts > Literature > Genres > Cyberpunk {NORTH AMERICA > REAL ESTATE} - Retail *Kiosk* Charming Space (financial district) $600 http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/retail-kiosk-charming-space-financial-district-20081179741.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/business-and-economy/real-estate/retail-kiosk-charming-space-financial-district-20081179741.htm Sat, 29 Nov 2008 00:16:27 GMT European style Kiosk in a historic Commercial building with windows opening to Union Street. The space has a Roll out awning, and attic storage space. Ideal Flower Stand, Coffees, Sweets, nostalgic Candy shop etc. Located on Union Street in North Beach one block from Washington Sq. Park, trendy shops on Upper Grant, and Financial District. e.mail for additional information or any questions or appt.to view. Sfbay.Craigslist.Org Retail *Kiosk* Charming Space (financial district) $600 {new window}   Sfbay.Craigslist.Org - European style Kiosk in a historic Commercial building with windows opening to Union Street. The space has a Roll out awning, and attic storage space. Ideal Flower Stand, Coffees, Sweets, nostalgic Candy shop etc. Located on Union Street in North Beach one block from Washington Sq. Park, trendy shops on Upper Grant, and Financial District. e.mail for additional information or any questions or appt.to view.
Retail *Kiosk* Charming Space {...}
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]]> Regional > North America > United States > California > Metro Areas > San Francisco Bay Area > Business and Economy > Real Estate {INTERNET > W} - A Hazy Shock of Winter http://articles.world-of-newave.info/computers/internet/on-the-web/weblogs/personal/w/a-hazy-shock-of-winter-20081177036.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/computers/internet/on-the-web/weblogs/personal/w/a-hazy-shock-of-winter-20081177036.htm Wed, 26 Nov 2008 22:55:51 GMT Winter is easily my least favorite time of year. (Yes, I'm aware it's not technically winter yet. I don't care. You season police and lunar calendar creeps can wax a crescent and shove it up your gibbous. I'm in Boston. It's twenty degrees outside, it's pitch black by three-thirty in the afternoon, and every other house on my block has Christmas lights and rooftop Santas and plastic freaking lawn elves triggered to sing 'O Holy Night' in chipmunk voices when you ring their stupid doorbell. It's winter. To me. The calendar can go suck a solstice.) Now. why am I so down on winter? Is it the cold weather? Nah. I don't mind the cold. I wouldn't be traumatized if I never had to shovel snow again in my lifetime, but generally the prevailing climatological conditions don't factor overmuch into my mood. Is it Christmas? Am I just a bitter old Scrooge? Well... yes. In the interest of full disclosure, I suppose I am. Not the 'steal candy canes from orphans and depants Santa at the mall' kind of Scrooge, mind you. More a 'lock myself in a closet after Halloween and hope to god the carols die down by New Years' Scrooge. Christmas for me is like a small hyper child with a runny nose. I don't hate it. I don't have anything bad to say about it. I'd just prefer it didn't climb in my lap and scream and sing and rub its gooey little paws all over me. ('Oh, Christmas. Always into something. Why couldn't you be more like your brother, President's Day?') But no, Christmastime (which now officially begins during the 4th of July fireworks extravaganza, from what I understand) doesn't get me down. Tired, maybe. Exasperated. Willing to do hard time for manslaughter, if I could just get ten minutes alone with the jackass that recorded those dogs barking 'Jingle Bells'. But down, not so much. No, the reason I hate winter is a simple matter of fundamental electromagnetics. As in the 'static' kind of electro. And me as the magnetics. I can't explain the physics behind it. (No, seriously. Ask my freshman physics teacher; I wouldn't know a Faraday cage from a hamster ball. Which turned out to be most unfortunate for our little lab buddy Mr. Squeakers. Rest his furry, crispy little soul.) All I know is that I'm an unwilling -- but ungodly effective -- lightning rod for the discharge of static electricity. Always have been. Only in winter, when the air is dry and cold and jam-packed full of loose angry electrons waiting to leap at me when I'm not expecting it. But winters here in New England are, like, eight months long. And already this year, I'm feeling the sizzle. When I opened the car door this morning -- *zzzap*! When I turned the key in the lock at the office -- *shhhizock*! As I hung my coat on the (regrettably metal) hook by my desk -- *pppppzot*! "If I attracted stray women the way I attract loose electrons, my life would be an Axe commercial." I'd swear I never touched that hook, by the way. I was a good three inches from it, and the electricity just arced over at my fingers. Like a pack of rabid tigers. I'm telling you, it was vicious. If I attracted stray women the way I attract loose electrons, my life would be an Axe commercial. (Only less smarmy. And with more redheads.) The worst shock of the day came in one of the worst places possible -- the bathroom. I was just putting the final shake on a trip to the urinal, reached for the handle to flush and -- *bbbbbbbzzzzzzowie*!!! I'm pretty sure the bolt passed into my finger, whizzed through my body, and slammed into the wall behind me. Some of the paper towels in the holder back there looked a little singed, is all I'm saying. It's not CSI:Miami proof, but it's solid forensic corroboration. Singed paper towels would totally hold up in court. Meanwhile, the jolt was alarming. I would probably have peed my pants, if I hadn't just gotten finished peeing. And if my peeing apparatus had been tucked away back in my pants already. And if my bladder hadn't just been cooked to medium rare by a rogue bout of ball lightning. Instead, I jumped back from the shock, convulsing and flapping my arms. With my pants still unzipped, and the apparatus downstairs waving about willy-nilly. Thank goodness no one walked into the bathroom just then. Maybe someone out there could explain their way out of looking like 'Cosmo Kramer, sex offender' in a public restroom, but I'm certain that I couldn't. And I have the court-appointed community service records to prove it. Of course, all of these shocking developments pale in comparison to the teeth-rattling thunderbolts unleashed on me by my wife. If I'm the glue getting stuck with these nasty little shocks, my missus is the rubber bouncing thousand-bolt lightning strikes at me. She's like Zeus with those things. Or a much cuter Emperor from The Empire Strikes Back. Some days, I'd swear she keeps a Van de Graaff generator in her pants. (There's a joke to be made here about electrified panties and pubic hairs standing on end. But I like being married, so I'll leave this one to you. Knock yourself out.) Spending a winter with my wife is taking my life in my own hands. Any other shocks I get -- from doorknobs, ungrounded urinal handles and the like -- are solely on the fingers. Unless I start licking my car door or getting 'intimate' with the tailpipe, only my hands are at risk out in the wintry world. My wife isn't nearly so specific, or as merciful. She'll sizzle me with a touch on the elbow, or the cheek, or worst of all, singe my lips when she leans in for a kiss. I think I'm getting a nice smooch; next thing I know, my mouth is soldered shut and no hairs grow back on my chin for a month. Not cool. At least if she ever delivers a fatal shock, she can always resuscitate me. A quick shuffle across the rug and a megawatt poke in the chest would get me going before any fancy defibrillator paddles. Might catch my shirt on fire, too, but I'll climb that electrified fence when I get to it. So winter for me is basically a pain in the neck. And the fingers, and sometimes more sensitive parts. Spring can't possibly get here fast enough. Until then, I'm sewing resistors into my underpants. Or transistors. Capacitors? Damn. I really wish I'd paid attention in that physics class. Wherethehellwasi.Com A Hazy Shock of Winter {new window}   Www.Wherethehellwasi.Com - Winter is easily my least favorite time of year. (Yes, I'm aware it's not technically winter yet. I don't care. You season police and lunar calendar creeps can wax a crescent and shove it up your gibbous. I'm in Boston. It's twenty degrees outside, it's pitch black by three-thirty in the afternoon, and every other house on my block has Christmas lights and rooftop Santas and plastic freaking lawn elves triggered to sing 'O Holy Night' in chipmunk voices when you ring their stupid doorbell. It's winter. To me. The calendar can go suck a solstice.) Now. why am I so down on winter? Is it the cold weather? Nah. I don't mind the cold. I wouldn't be traumatized if I never had to shovel snow again in my lifetime, but generally the prevailing climatological conditions don't factor overmuch into my mood. Is it Christmas? Am I just a bitter old Scrooge? Well... yes. In the interest of full disclosure, I suppose I am. Not the 'steal candy canes from orphans and depants Santa at the mall' kind of Scrooge, mind you. More a 'lock myself in a closet after Halloween and hope to god the carols die down by New Years' Scrooge. Christmas for me is like a small hyper child with a runny nose. I don't hate it. I don't have anything bad to say about it. I'd just prefer it didn't climb in my lap and scream and sing and rub its gooey little paws all over me. ('Oh, Christmas. Always into something. Why couldn't you be more like your brother, President's Day?') But no, Christmastime (which now officially begins during the 4th of July fireworks extravaganza, from what I understand) doesn't get me down. Tired, maybe. Exasperated. Willing to do hard time for manslaughter, if I could just get ten minutes alone with the jackass that recorded those dogs barking 'Jingle Bells'. But down, not so much. No, the reason I hate winter is a simple matter of fundamental electromagnetics. As in the 'static' kind of electro. And me as the magnetics. I can't explain the physics behind it. (No, seriously. Ask my freshman physics teacher; I wouldn't know a Faraday cage from a hamster ball. Which turned out to be most unfortunate for our little lab buddy Mr. Squeakers. Rest his furry, crispy little soul.) All I know is that I'm an unwilling -- but ungodly effective -- lightning rod for the discharge of static electricity. Always have been. Only in winter, when the air is dry and cold and jam-packed full of loose angry electrons waiting to leap at me when I'm not expecting it. But winters here in New England are, like, eight months long. And already this year, I'm feeling the sizzle. When I opened the car door this morning -- *zzzap*! When I turned the key in the lock at the office -- *shhhizock*! As I hung my coat on the (regrettably metal) hook by my desk -- *pppppzot*! "If I attracted stray women the way I attract loose electrons, my life would be an Axe commercial." I'd swear I never touched that hook, by the way. I was a good three inches from it, and the electricity just arced over at my fingers. Like a pack of rabid tigers. I'm telling you, it was vicious. If I attracted stray women the way I attract loose electrons, my life would be an Axe commercial. (Only less smarmy. And with more redheads.) The worst shock of the day came in one of the worst places possible -- the bathroom. I was just putting the final shake on a trip to the urinal, reached for the handle to flush and -- *bbbbbbbzzzzzzowie*!!! I'm pretty sure the bolt passed into my finger, whizzed through my body, and slammed into the wall behind me. Some of the paper towels in the holder back there looked a little singed, is all I'm saying. It's not CSI:Miami proof, but it's solid forensic corroboration. Singed paper towels would totally hold up in court. Meanwhile, the jolt was alarming. I would probably have peed my pants, if I hadn't just gotten finished peeing. And if my peeing apparatus had been tucked away back in my pants already. And if my bladder hadn't just been cooked to medium rare by a rogue bout of ball lightning. Instead, I jumped back from the shock, convulsing and flapping my arms. With my pants still unzipped, and the apparatus downstairs waving about willy-nilly. Thank goodness no one walked into the bathroom just then. Maybe someone out there could explain their way out of looking like 'Cosmo Kramer, sex offender' in a public restroom, but I'm certain that I couldn't. And I have the court-appointed community service records to prove it. Of course, all of these shocking developments pale in comparison to the teeth-rattling thunderbolts unleashed on me by my wife. If I'm the glue getting stuck with these nasty little shocks, my missus is the rubber bouncing thousand-bolt lightning strikes at me. She's like Zeus with those things. Or a much cuter Emperor from The Empire Strikes Back. Some days, I'd swear she keeps a Van de Graaff generator in her pants. (There's a joke to be made here about electrified panties and pubic hairs standing on end. But I like being married, so I'll leave this one to you. Knock yourself out.) Spending a winter with my wife is taking my life in my own hands. Any other shocks I get -- from doorknobs, ungrounded urinal handles and the like -- are solely on the fingers. Unless I start licking my car door or getting 'intimate' with the tailpipe, only my hands are at risk out in the wintry world. My wife isn't nearly so specific, or as merciful. She'll sizzle me with a touch on the elbow, or the cheek, or worst of all, singe my lips when she leans in for a kiss. I think I'm getting a nice smooch; next thing I know, my mouth is soldered shut and no hairs grow back on my chin for a month. Not cool. At least if she ever delivers a fatal shock, she can always resuscitate me. A quick shuffle across the rug and a megawatt poke in the chest would get me going before any fancy defibrillator paddles. Might catch my shirt on fire, too, but I'll climb that electrified fence when I get to it. So winter for me is basically a pain in the neck. And the fingers, and sometimes more sensitive parts. Spring can't possibly get here fast enough. Until then, I'm sewing resistors into my underpants. Or transistors. Capacitors? Damn. I really wish I'd paid attention in that physics class.
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]]> Computers > Internet > On the Web > Weblogs > Personal > W {MARKETING AND ADVERTISING > NEWS AND MEDIA} - TGI Friday's Wants to Stripe You. http://articles.world-of-newave.info/business/marketing-and-advertising/advertising/news-and-media/tgi-friday-s-wants-to-stripe-you-20081189528.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/business/marketing-and-advertising/advertising/news-and-media/tgi-friday-s-wants-to-stripe-you-20081189528.htm Fri, 21 Nov 2008 04:14:05 GMT You know, like a candy cane, except with peeled-off bits of other people's faces. Adrants.Com TGI Friday's Wants to Stripe You. {new window}   Www.Adrants.Com - You know, like a candy cane, except with peeled-off bits of other people's faces.
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]]> Business > Marketing and Advertising > Advertising > News and Media {NORTH AMERICA > LODGING} - Smokies cabins Gatlinburg ( Smoky Mountains) $95 http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/travel-and-tourism/lodging/smokies-cabins-gatlinburg-smoky-mountains-95-2008119889.htm http://articles.world-of-newave.info/regional/north-america/united-states/california/metro-areas/san-francisco-bay-area/travel-and-tourism/lodging/smokies-cabins-gatlinburg-smoky-mountains-95-2008119889.htm Sat, 08 Nov 2008 10:12:46 GMT homeaway chalet vista boone district colors north atv http://www.gsmvro.com Click on the preceding link to view hundreds of Great Smoky Mountains cabins and vacation rentals. vacation cabins starting as low as $ $89 per day and going all the way up to ultra luxury family and group vacation rentals with hot tubs, pool tables, fireplaces, jacuzzi's, game machines and even private indoor pools and movie theaters. See Gatlinburg cabins , Pigeon Forge cabins , Asheville cabins, Chattanooga cabins , Boone cabins , Beech Mountain cabins , Cherokee cabins and many many more destinations in the Great Smokies and Blue Ridge Mountains. Choose your chalet rentals with lake views today     tn kentucky ridge skiing district aquarium treks ober walden maggie ski chalet timeshares valley gsmvro wataugua stores taffy asheville candy vista winterfest leconte hickory beech rental knoxville lake aquarium dollywood online cherokee mountains valley new timeshares gift stores candy tram bikingriver walden boone hickory tram chalet Saturday, November 08, 2008 ski lake clingmans parkway atv tn leconte carolina candy gift clingmans lake rivers colors gsmvro mist winterfest maggie dome antique ober vrbo pigeon alpine park eve ober wataugua online colors forge dollywood blue carolina carolina tn snowing condos horseback rafting georgia vrbo vacation cottage Sfbay.Craigslist.Org Smokies cabins Gatlinburg ( Smoky Mountains) $95 {new window}   Sfbay.Craigslist.Org - homeaway chalet vista boone district colors north atv http://www.gsmvro.com Click on the preceding link to view hundreds of Great Smoky Mountains cabins and vacation rentals. vacation cabins starting as low as $ $89 per day and going all the way up to ultra luxury family and group vacation rentals with hot tubs, pool tables, fireplaces, jacuzzi's, game machines and even private indoor pools and movie theaters. See Gatlinburg cabins , Pigeon Forge cabins , Asheville cabins, Chattanooga cabins , Boone cabins , Beech Mountain cabins , Cherokee cabins and many many more destinations in the Great Smokies and Blue Ridge Mountains. Choose your chalet rentals with lake views today     tn kentucky ridge skiing district aquarium treks ober walden maggie ski chalet timeshares valley gsmvro wataugua stores taffy asheville candy vista winterfest leconte hickory beech rental knoxville lake aquarium dollywood online cherokee mountains valley new timeshares gift stores candy tram bikingriver walden boone hickory tram chalet Saturday, November 08, 2008 ski lake clingmans parkway atv tn leconte carolina candy gift clingmans lake rivers colors gsmvro mist winterfest maggie dome antique ober vrbo pigeon alpine park eve ober wataugua online colors forge dollywood blue carolina carolina tn snowing condos horseback rafting georgia vrbo vacation cottage
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