Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Writer's Rapture (or "A Day Without a Writer")

REUTERS -- UNITED STATES, November 13, 2007

The sudden disappearance of over three million residents from Southern California is being dubbed by some locals as a "rapture of the writers." What began yesterday with presumed crank phone calls to local authorities from various religious adherents who feared they had been "left behind" has escalated into a nationwide manhunt involving spiritual leaders, UFO enthusiasts, the FBI and psychic specialists. Today investigators now admit the evidence overwhelmingly points toward all the victims of this unexplainable phenomena hailing exclusively from the ranks of writers.

But it seems that not all branches of writing have been impacted. The exceptions include journalists and copy writers at news organizations, as well as music writers, poets, and speech writers. New York City also reported a sudden disappearance of millions of its local scribe residents. Other large US cities like Chicago, Philadelphia, Miami, Boston, and Nashville, as well as many others, have likewise reported similar disappearances of writers, but on a much smaller scale. Scattered reports from hundreds of thousands of smaller communities of a dozen or so missing persons per town also continue to stream in to authorities every hour. So far, the total of writers reported missing in the US has exceeded twelve million and continues to grow. The per capita impact seems to be spread rather uniformly throughout the nation, Red States and Blue States alike, with the highest concentrations found in the LA and NY areas.

Some seemingly unrelated industries such as advertising and even elementary school teaching have also been impacted. And it was the presumed illogic of these diverse professions that initially threw investigators off the trail. "We were stumped at first," said one FBI investigator who did not want to be named. "It wasn't until we realized that five of the seven missing school teachers from one city had all published their own Young Adult and Children's books that we were finally able to connect the dots."

The primary targets seem to be novelists and comedy/drama scriptwriters. But it has also come to light that if any members of the "excluded" areas of writing (journalism, music, etc) have a history of dabbling in fiction, it seems that they too have been taken. This reporter has an office colleague who was writing a novel in his spare time, and that colleague is now reported among the missing.

At this time authorities are unable to say where the writers have gone to, or how they can be located, nor even if they are still alive. But all resources are being funneled into solving this mystery. The White House has declined to comment at this time as to whether the President believes this situation poses a threat to national security.

"It's really very disturbing," said one law enforcement official in Los Angeles. "We can't explain it. We're doing our best to get to the bottom of it. Hopefully, there won't be any MORE disappearances. Like maybe dancers or chefs might be next. Who knows? But we're doing our best."

"It's the rapture," said the Reverend Kyle Sarino of Bread of Life Church in Los Angeles today in a press conference, "but only the FIRST stages of it. More disappearances will follow. God took the writers first as a sign. God's primary means of revealing his truth to mankind was always through the written word. And since we failed to listen to his writers down through the ages, he has taken them away from us as a warning of what is to come next." When asked why God would be concerned with fiction writers, unless the Bible itself might be nothing but a work of fiction, the Reverend Sarino abruptly ended the press conference.

"Writers are a threat," said UFO researcher Martin Bryce. "They have been eliminated from the landscape because an alien invasion force knows that only a writer could have the imagination to see through their falsehood when they at first come proclaiming peace. Such aliens also know that ALL means of human communication start with the written word. So by taking the writers, they are defanging our ability to communicate on a global basis, paving the way for invasion." Martin Bryce runs the Greater Los Angeles UFO Watch. He is also an assistant manager at the Burger Bash on La Brea Avenue.

Meanwhile, it's not clear how this situation may impact the closely inter-related industries of TV, film, radio, and publishing. All efforts to contact the leadership of the Writers Guild of America for comment have failed, and it is feared that most or all members of that organization have fallen victim to this crisis.

The Police Commissioner in Los Angeles is urging all citizens who may have a family member who writes for a living to get in touch with that family member to make sure he or she can be accounted for. A special "Lost Writers Hot-line" (800) 465-9355 (800-INK-WELL) has been setup by the FBI where citizens can call in and report a missing loved one. And a web site will hopefully go live later today where updates will be posted by investigators, and where e-mail reports with photographs of missing writers can also be submitted by friends and family: www.writerscomehome.gov







Monday, November 12, 2007

Surprise Weekend Company

I love my family. I'd do anything for them --even screw up my whole weekend for them and their inconsiderate choice to drop in unexpectedly. And then after the weekend is done, and I stand there in the driveway waving in bittersweet sentimentalism at their departing car, I have to turn around and pick up the pieces of my shattered time management efforts and a dozen or more missed deadlines.

Call. Please call. It's not so hard to call --really it's not. If you KNEW back on Thursday that you were going to drive from Manhattan to Boston for a concert, and if you KNEW you had your heart set on crashing here for the weekend so that you could avoid paying for a hotel, don't call me at 1:00 on Saturday afternoon and say: "I'll be there in four hours." I literally dropped everything -- and I do mean EVERYTHING-- and started cleaning and doing laundry and vacuuming, and went grocery shopping, ALL for you! I neglected my script all weekend for you, even though I promised a professional script consultant in Los Angeles that I'd have the completed script in his mailbox by Sunday. I also missed my Sunday evening web radio program that I am the contracted transcriptionist for, and so that's an entire transcription job that I am now going to be grossly behind on.

You saved yourself from having to pay a costly hotel bill. Good for you! I am SO proud of your ability to be shrewd with money! But you also effed-up my entire weekend! And yet you're my family, and so I luv ya! [Grrrrrrrrrrrr!]




Now, maybe you think because we're family that somehow it's "okay" to be a little slipshod with the niceties of calling ahead of time. Life is hard. Deadlines are tough to make, so in your own efforts at trying to keep on top of things, maybe you FORGOT to call me on Thursday (or even Friday) to give me a fair heads-up that you were coming on Saturday. So I guess your time-management leaves something to be desired. And hey! I can relate! I too struggle with the whole time-management thing (I guess it runs in the family). But you did MORE than just muck up my calendar. It runs far deeper than that. You also denied me the ENJOYMENT of your company.

Had you called ahead of time, I could have tackled the task of preparing for your visit in a spirit of joy. Instead of insanely tearing up and down the grocery store aisles on Saturday evening, I would have been in there on Saturday morning thinking fondly of you and your favorite foods, not grumbling about the stinkin' toothbrush you asked me to pick up for you because you were silly enough to forget your own. Hospitality runs both ways, you know. It's not just the host who needs to be gracious but the guest as well. And it's in that graciousness that the true enjoyment is found for both sides of the arrangement.



The word "hospitality" is from the same root word as "hospital." There is rest and healing to be found in the entire undertaking --for BOTH the guest AND the host. But effective hospitality --like effective hospital care-- needs preparation, while a rush job doesn't always deliver and can even be detrimental.

Please don't make me resent your presence. Please don't make me dread the burden of your coming. Please let me enjoy and derive comfort from your visits. Just a little bit of warning is all I ask. You're family so you're always welcome, but you're not always convenient.

Friday, November 9, 2007

In a nutshell, these are the WGA's concerns/grievances/desires/complaints

The following is my two-minute expaination of the WGA strike. Two minutes is all I am asking you for. Please read.

1) The DVD Situation

Back in 1985 the writers reluctantly settled for being paid a truly paltry residual of just four pennies per unit out of the sale of every $20.00 VHS and DVD because back then the whole industry of VHS and DVD was still so new and the tehcnology still so expensive that the studios insisted that they needed at least ten years to try and nurture the VHS/DVD industry. So the studios convinced the writers to cut the studios a break and be willing to get paid just four pennies per unit for a few years (just a few years, mind you!) while the fledgling industry was trying to establish itself, then the VHS/DVD industry might stand a financial chance to grow and actually become something. Back then the cost of manufacturing, packaging, and shipping a $20.00 VHS/DVD was about $10.00 per unit. But today, that price has dropped to roughly fifty cents per unit (including shipping it to market). So the writers feel they have waited long enough (22 years to be precise) and would now like to DOUBLE that four pennies per unit up to eight pennies per unit. But the studios won't hear of it. They absolutely insist that it's an unreasonable demand and will not budge on it. Mediators in the struggle have suggested to the studios that maybe six pennies per unit might be a fair tradeoff, but the studios won't even settle for that either.


2) The Internet

The music industry has shown that the whole future of music sales rests almost exclusively in the realm of the internet. Therefore, it is not unreasonable to surmize that the future of movie sales also will be found almost exclusively on the internet. So if writers are currently getting residuals of four pennies per sale of each VHS/DVD unit, then it stands to reason that writers should also get residuals of NO LESS THAN four pennies per download on the internet. But the studios want to exclude all internet downloads from residuals. They want to pay NOTHING AT ALL in residuals for ANY internet downloads FOREVER. (They are insisting that internet downloads should be regarded as "promotional downloads" and therefore should not be subject to residuals. Ever.)


3) Future Technology

No one knows what the future holds for technology as far as how people will pay for the privilege of seeing a story told in a visual medium. But the writers want to prevent a shell game or any sleight of hand on the part of the studios to finagle a way to get free stories out of writers. And therefore ANY consumption of a story, regardless of the technology, means the writers need to get paid. Period.



And THAT was my two-minute encapsulation of the strike's origins.




Reality TV writers get paid slave wages (part of the reason why reality TV is so huge right now) no benefits, no residuals, no overtime, and very easilly fired with no protection and no recourse. The studios want to break the union and reduce ALL writers to the same desolate state that reality TV writers are in right now. This is a serious fight. This is one of the most evil (and I do not toss around the word "evil" lightly) battles Hollywood has seen since the McCarthy era of blacklistings. And it won't stop with the writers. The DGA and the SAG will be next on the hit list. The studios wish to eliminate ALL of those pesky unions from the Hollywood landscape. The writers MUST win this fight.

I am not a resident of California, but I am writing to Governor Schwarzenegger all the same, and I urge you to do so as well.


Here's his official web page:

http://gov.ca.gov/

Here's his contact page with phone numbers and snail mail addresses.

http://gov.ca.gov/interact#contact

And here's his e-mail page --and make sure you flip the radio button to say "NEED HELP!":

http://gov.ca.gov/interact#contact



Tell him you want him to step into this fight. He's been pretty busy with the wild fires, but still, this is a matter that he will surely want to get involved in. And don't worry that he might be intimidated by the money that the movie industry generates--the true bread and butter for California is the agricultural industry, not the movies.

E-mail him and specify "NEED HELP!" and choose the option called "Labor and Workforce Developemntent Agency."

Thursday, November 8, 2007

The WGA Strike - WARNING! PROFANITY!

A lot of my regular readers are Christians. So I apologize ahead of time for the profanity that will follow. But I will NOT censor this man's words. I feel his words MUST stand as-is. Here's what veteran cartoon writer Micah Wright said on the WGA members-only message board a few days ago to a vocal WGA member who feels maybe the WGA isn't being reasonable in these negotiations and this vocal member called the WGA leadership a bunch of "angry Horads" (actually the vocal member misspelled the word "hoards" so Micah Wright is lampooning his typo). I am particularly stunned at what seems to be Micah Wright's confirmation of the conspiracy theories I have been hearing lately. I almost NEVER believe conspiracy theories, but this is one of the rare times that I am starting to become a believer. The current conspiracy theory is that the studios are out to break the union and crush it into the ground for good. And his words below which indicate a willingness of Nickelodeon to deliberately decimate their own television schedule for an entire broadcast year in the interests of ferreting out a union in their midst is the most compelling argument yet. Please read on and be prepared to be deeply disturbed by what it says, profanity not withstanding.


Well this is ONE angry Horad that’s confused about your stance. The AMPTP clearly never intends to pay us one single cent for internet delivery. The music business model clearly indicates that internet delivery for most, if not all content is the future. What then were we supposed to do when faced with rollbacks and refusals to bargain in good faith? Pray? Or just swallow the bullshit they were trying to shove down our throats, and forget about not only what we’re making, but also what every person who ever follows us into this union will ever make?

People like you keep bitching about the DVD negotiating point, and yeah, you’re right: DVD was lost 20 years ago, but there’s no magic rule which says we can’t reopen that topic. More importantly, though, DVD didn’t take off for almost a decade after the ‘88 strike… the Internet is here NOW, and it’s here FOREVER, and if we give in and allow them to pay us ZERO on Internet delivery, we can just kiss the idea of ever getting paid residuals goodbye forever.

It’s not self-righteousness which is driving this negotiation… it’s quite simply the greed of the AMPTP, which clearly sees this as the year in which they intend to break the WGA on the rack once and for all. But you don’t see that… you seem unable to get it through your head that the AMPTP doesn’t want to ever pay us anything. If you think these people are so reasonable and that they deal in good faith, then try talking to writers who work in Animation and Reality… THAT is the future that the AMPTP has in store for EVERY WRITER IN THE WGA. Because if they don’t have to pay residuals to the woman who wrote The Lion King, then why should they ever have to pay one to YOU? Or anyone else?

Oh, and before you give me some fucking sob story about the disastrous strike of 1988, let me bring you up to date with a more RECENT story: mine.

I came to this guild having had a “successful” career writing Animation for $1400/week for five years. During that time, I wrote on several of Nickelodeon’s highest-rated shows. My writing partner wrote and directed 1/4 of the episodes of “SpongeBob SquarePants” and I was responsible for 1/5 of the episodes of “The Angry Beavers.” The current value that those shows have generated for Viacom? $12 Billion dollars. My writing partner topped out at $2100/week. In the year 2001, tired of not receiving residuals for my endlessly- repeating work (even though the actors and composers for my episodes do), I joined with 28 other writers and we signed our WGA cards.

So, Nickelodeon quickly filed suit against our petition for an election, and set about trying to ferret out who the “ringleaders” were. In the meantime, they canceled the show that I had created 4 episodes into an order of 26. Then they fired the 3 writers who’d been working on my show. Then they fired 20 more of my fellow writers and shut down three more shows, kicking almost their entire primetime lineup for 2002 to the curb, and laying off 250 artists.

Then, once the WGA’s petition for election was tied up in court over our illegal firings, Nickelodeon called in the IATSE Local 839 “Cartoonists Guild” — a racket union which exists only the screw the WGA and its own members — and they signed a deal which forever locks the WGA out of Nickelodeon, even though we were there first. Neato!

Then Nickelodeon’s brass decided —out of thin fucking air— that myself and two other writers had been “the ringleaders” of this organizing effort, so they called around to Warner Bros. Animation, the Cartoon Network, Disney Animation, and Fox Kids, effectively blacklisting the three of us out of animation permanently.

And why did Nickelodeon do this? Why were they so eager to decimate their own 2002 schedule, fire 24 writers, break multiple federal labor laws, sign a union deal, and to even bring back the fucking blacklist? They did all of that to prevent us from getting the same whopping $5 residual that the actors & composers of our shows get.

For five lousy fucking bucks, they destroyed three people’s careers and put 250 artists out of work and fucked up their own channel for a year.

Ahh, but my episodes run about 400 times a year worldwide, though, so obviously Sumner Redstone (Salary in 2001: $65 million dollars) and Tom Freston (2001 salary: $55 million) were right to do what they did… myself and those other 23 writers might have broken the bank, what with each of us going to cost them another TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS each! OH NO! That… that’s… FORTY EIGHT THOUSAND DOLLARS!

A YEAR!

So don’t come crying to those of us who have EXPERIENCED what the AMPTP plans for all of the rest of you, that people who are deciding to stand up to bully-boy tactics like that are the crazy bunch of “horads” lustily marching “throught” the streets searching for blood. The AMPTP are the barbarians sacking Rome in this scenario.

The AMPTP and their glittering-eyed weasel lawyers are a bunch of lying, blacklisting, law-breaking scumbags, and the fact that they haven’t budged off of ANY of their proposals in the last three months proves that what they have in store for EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU is exactly what they did to us at Nickelodeon, and what they can do any day of the week in daytime animation. Or reality.

Strike or no strike. That’s their plan: to winnow down your membership, to snip away at your MBA, to chew away at your health & pension plans until there’s just nothing left of the WGA. Why? Because they’ve had a good strong drink of how much money they make off of animation when they don’t have to cut the creators in for any of the cash, and now they want to extend that free ride to all of live action as well. THAT is why they have pushed for this strike at every step, with their insulting press releases, with their refusals to negotiate, etc. — because they’re HOPING we go on strike, and that enough cowards and Quislings come crawling out of the woodwork after six weeks that they can force us to accept the same deal that Reality TV show writers have.

If you doubt me, go read their contract proposals again… there’s not ONE of them which isn’t an insult and a deal-breaking non-starter.

So can we PLEASE stop hearing about how it’s the current WGA management which is the fucking problem here? Because, frankly, that canard is getting a little stale.

Or perhaps you prefer presidents like the President of the Guild back in 2001 who just threw up her hands when we were fired and blacklisted out of our careers and said, and I quote, “oh well, it was a good try”?''

A screwing is a screwing is a screwing. The WGGB have indicated their full support for the WGA strike and while that means fuck all in real terms for the vast majority of us, at least I hope our American brothers know they have it.

For those of us it does affect, I refer you to the words of pastor Martin Niemoller. ''When they came for me there was no one left to defend me."

How I Learned to Stop Slacking Off and Love Being Green

Going green is all the rage now. But not just as a mere fad. No indeed. This shift in societal habits goes far beyond choosing bell bottoms versus straight legs --this is downright serious. There's an urgency here and almost everybody (at least in my own social circles) can feel it. We have been inwardly gripped by the severity of the matter in such a way as to change our lives forever.

So what took us so long?

It's not like we didn't KNOW that pollution was a bad thing. From high brow intelectuals who read Scientific American, down to blue collar teens who watch a steady diet of nature-fights-back creature features on the Sci-Fi Cnhanel, we've all known pretty much since the 1970's that permanent and irreversible damage was in store for the whole planet if we didn't cease and desist our reckless mucking up of things. Yet we still thoughtlessly tossed candy wrappers on the ground and drove gas guzzlers.

I can't speak for everyone else. So I'll just limit all the flagellation and brow-beating to myself for the ramainder of this essay.

Basically, I have always vascilated back and forth all throughout my adult life between being very very organized and moderately chaotic. My spurts and blurts of hummingly impressive efficiency can get easilly undermined by a cross-country move (I have endured more than one such move) or an onset of sickness (I have definitely suffered from ill-health many times in my life, especially accute respiratory distress that's kept me in bed for a week or more). So, I have repeatedly prioritized speed, efficiency, and household cleanliness over and above Mother Earth.

Ziplock plastic baggies were perhaps my most heinous sin: I would endlessly utilize ziplock baggies when storing food in the fridge or packing for a bag lunch. I always had no less than four types of ziplocks in my kitchen drawer at all times: gallon-sized, quart-sized, "snack-sized," and sandwich-sized. Ziplock baggies were SOOOOO easy and SOOOOO sanitary and SOOOOO conveneint. And whenever I was done using a baggie, did I recycle it and use it again? Not on your life! STRAIGHT into the trash with it! I always used a fresh clean one every single time.

I remember my old college friend Paula. I spent a summer living with her and her husband about fifteen years ago in between semesters, and she was a VERY green person all the way back then, well before it was "in" to be green. She was quite adamant that ALL plastic baggies in the house needed to be re-washed and re-used. That really skeeved me out! --Especailly when I realized she was re-washing the same gallon-sized freezer baggies that she had used to store the raw chicken parts she'd cooked up for our dinner the night before. I could feel the lingering film of grease on the inside of the baggie as I lifted it out of the dish strainer. Sorry, Paula, call me selfish but in my take on things, risking salmonella is NOT an acceptable trade-off in exchange for saving a few drops of petroleum at the plastics factory or a few milimeters of space in the landfill. So while I begrudgingly adhered to her baggie-washing ways while living under her roof, I did NOT carry that habit with me later in life. I alone probably singlehandedly raised the stock price for the Glad corporatrion by a few eighths of a point for a solid ten years there.

Look. Life is busy. Germs are a concern. The chaos of inefficiency is always a threat. Whenever I set out to get things clean and orderly I really do my very best to get them whipped into shape. In fact, I went to my Mom's house last month to help her with her bills (her eyes are failing and she can't write the checks any longer). And when I walked into her home office I saw that it had become overrun with years of bills that she had given up properly filing anymore. So I spent a week going through and tidying up, reorganizing her filing system and getting her bills up to date. When I was done I had stuffed SEVEN black drawstring trash bags full of needless paper and nonsense--the stuff she thought she needed to hang onto like the outer envelopes of the bills, and the high-gloss inserts that come with those bills. This unsettling experience of seeing what my mother had allowed to happen to her home office kind of reminded me of my first semester in college back in the late-1980's. My dorm room was choked by stacks and stacks of all the paper and documents that were constantly flooding into my life via classroom requirements and my campous mailbox. I was so overwhelmed by the unending flow of paper into my tiny little dormitory living space that I imagined doing a satirical student film about the experience. In my mind --in this film that I sadly never made-- I envisioned a Freshman in his nice tidy dormroom, standing up from his nice tidy bed, going to the closed door of his room, opening the closed door of his room, and then a massive tsunami of millions of tons of paper exploding into his dorm room in an endless deluge (I envisioned this storm-surge of paper lasting a solid six or seven seconds), sweeping him off his feet, and filling the room to capacity in mere seconds. After my freshman year was done I eventually got a handle on how to keep those mountains of paper under control, and at that point the priority in my life was NOT being green, just being organized. I was actually living in constant fear of NOT being organized from that time forward. Afterall, the IRS doesn't audit you for failing to recycle, nor do they give you special consideration for having a small carbon footprint. I was an adult now. So being accountable to my professors and their deadlines, and accountable to the Registry of Motor Vehicles and their deadlines, and being accountable to the IRS and their dealines just seized me with a terror that drove me toward keeping track of absolutely everything. So having my personal filing systems up to date and keeping entropy at bay became my ongoing mission in life. That and having lots of nice clean ziplock baggies with which to store my chicken parts and pack my lunches.

One of the things my Mom does that really drives me crazy is she eats frozen dinners and leaves the empty boxes and plastic trays hanging around. I often walk into the kitchen and find two or three such discarded boxes and two or three empty plastic food trays left on the countertop. "Mom," I ask, "why don't you ever throw them away?" She explains that she sometimes forgets because she ALWAYS intends --when she's done-- to re-insert the plastic tray back into the cardboard box, and then throw them both away into the trash can in that fashion "because it saves space in the landfill when you compress them back together like that rather than throwing them away as two separate entities." But for some reason she just hasn't ingrained that entire stuff-the-tray-back-into-the-box ritual into her daily lifestyle yet. (I am already in communication with my older brothers at this time to have my mother placed in an assisted living facility. She is truly getting beyond the ability to care for herself.) My reaction to that save-the-landfil philosophy is: I believe a person needs to get their HOME environment under control before trying to do anything on behalf of the REST of the environment. And thus do I now confess why I have failed to be CONSISTENTLY green over the years.

Every time I move, things can get way out of hand as far as the organization in my personal living space. I can't be worried about the landfills and the ozone when I have to be at work for a 7:30 AM meeting and yet simultaneously get my latest Mastercard payment into the mail. Rushing and striving and fighting against the chaos prompts one to take shortcuts like skipping that morning shower and swinging into the drive-through at McDonald's. We are indeed a throw-away society, stressed for time, and not only are our bodies paying for it, but --so it would seem-- the planet is as well. Yes, I have known since I was a kid about the evils of pollution and the "duty" we each have to lighten the load on the environment. But when the number of items on my plate every day are piled so high and spilling over so gratuitously that I can't even see the corners of the placemat anymore, something has to be compromised. So I have spent almost all of my frenetic adut life operating with a somewhat guilt-ridden disregard for the eco-system, comforted by the assurance of non-contaminated food afforded by my copious stores of ziplock baggies.

And then along came the too-good-for-the-Sci-Fi-Channel "The Day After Tomorrow," followed a few years later by the Scientific American-ish "An Inconvenient Truth." And so my baggies suddenly became a capital crime, a mortal sin of which I have heartily repented. The paradigm shift has indeed taken hold. I am now green, and much to my surprise I don't mind it at all. Paula was cool long before I ever was, but at least I'm finally keeping up with the Jones'.

I am still somewhat annoyed and saddened by my mother's backward priority to (try to) keep the planet clean when she can't even keep her own house clean. And I constantly struggle with the daily pile on my plate, although I'm happy to report that I can at least consistently see the place setting now adays, and even the little flowers that border the rim of the china. Were it that there was enough time on my hands and enough money in my account, I would surely be the model of greenenization. For now I merely do what I can, including washing out SOME of my ziplock baggies (although if raw chicken was ever involved, that baggie goes straight into the trash, no hesitation whatsoever).

My own wish-fantasy is that a huge push toward geo-thermal power would happen right now. To me geo-thermal is the way to go. The molten magma in the Earth can supply a literally endless resource of heat for steam-driven power plants, and the beauty of it is that it would all be neatly tucked underground. Unlike wind farms and solar collection facilities, geo-thermal plants are hidden beneath our feet. The only drawback to geo-thermal that my couch potato education on the topic points toward is that maybe there could be times when we might not be able to control the lava. While I haven't been reading up in Scientific American about it, my Sci-Fi Channel opinion is that maybe pricking a few too many shafts deep into the Earth's crust could perhaps trigger an unintended lava flow or two, making Three Mile Island look as insignificant as a busted fire hydrant.

So yes, I'm green and it's not as painful as I imagied it might be. And when I'm not guilt-tripping myself over all those years of being a Mother Earth slacker I look eagerly toward science as they strive for alternate energy sources. Meanwhile, maybe I can come up with the chemical formulation of a new cleaning product that would guarantee a ziplock baggie to come out of the wash as sanitary as before it was ever used. After developing that product, I'd then need to then find a way to package it.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Daniel only prayed during his lunch breaks, you know.

I see no need to worry over a person of religious faith holding public office. I instead would be far more inclined to take issue if a person prone to faulty reasoning were to achieve a public office.

For instance, I'd most likely question the faculties of any candidate who somehow deduced that people of faith are not fit for public office.