A Dixie Carpetbagger

…is ridiculous.  Now, there are a lot of things I could comment on here– encroachment of government, the surreality of being fined for one bottle, the irony of a guy who recycles so much being fined while on vacation…  but I’m just going to say that this reminds me of something:

“This stresses the importance of compliance, and not littering.” No shit, Sherlock…

Is it wrong that the first thing I thought of while reading this story was a post-apocalyptic game set in a dystopian future which is controlled by a nanny-state government led by slug-like aliens?

Ever get a telemarketer that’s so stubborn you find yourself liking them… just a tiny bit?  I kept getting calls from these people yesterday, “getting out the vote” for Jeff Greene.  I say “kept” because at one point, it was a call every 30 minutes.  Solution:  I turned the phone on and let Mr. Tenacious listen to a 505 watt sound system pump out heavy metal and Modern Warfare multiplayer.

For 45 minutes.

Less than 20 minutes after I hung up, he called back.

I am… impressed.  He is either determined as all get-out, or he’s a slacker with the same taste in music and games.  Either way… he did better than the last phone hack who caught me in the middle of a match…

(By the way, this tradition started back when Opposing Force was new.  PC Magazine would never call me or send me a renewal letter after that… I had to call them.)

… alien invasion or Obama?

Err, depends.  Are we talking Vulcans or Shivans here?  ‘Cuz right now, a transport full of Vulcans landing on the White House lawn would be a sight for sore eyes.  Of course, if it was the Vasudans, Barry would probably flub the speech and get us in a shooting war.  Then he’d flub the surrender ceremony and get us annihilated.  Or enslaved.

(H/T Hope n’ Change)