Tuesday, August 22, 2006

 
Dorm Room B.S.

Or: Meat Is Murder
Or: Would Queen Victoria have banned "Yum-Yum" bullets?
Or: The Herd Made Fleshette
Or: Boxer and Berdan Rebellions

...gotta a headache and feel a little feverish after having a night of work that was a little worse than usual -misreading stuff that should have been obvious-
Like thinking that the old Code Warrior, Mr. Derbyshire, had been accused of making "bullets" for HM ala some "Hour of Power Point"[apologies to Robert H. Schuller]presentation. And then, moronically intrigued enough to click on the Razib link,(breaking a vow to avoid the "sophomoric" discussion(I think that I've used that term online in the past, albeit with some affection for musings about unknowables, and without the nastiness of Pod The Lesser))I learn that Razibyazidis(the lil' "devil")"sensed" that "Derb was tacitly giving Heather *ammunition*...." Oh. And scrolling...scrolling...scrolling along.. through what the great Khan rightly calls the Corner's "shitty interface", I see that there were in, er, point of fact, no "bullets" in Heather's stuff. I think that ammo can still be sent via UPS, although I'm not so sure about the U.S. Post Office. I've never made any myself(unless you count the devices improvised many years ago from Estes rocket engines and wooden dowels and topped off with M-80s-which made Katyusha rockets look like smart munitions), but know enough to realize that a "progessive reloader", its name notwithstanding, may be used for good or ill effect by a conservative, liberal, agnostic, atheist, libertarian, "objectivist", or yazidiist. Oh -again!- the "ammunition" was *metaphorical*. Semi-wadcutters and the like don't work online.
But what of the poor sophomores, huddled under blankets, ears covered by pillows, desperately trying to "cop some z's" while his/her roommates "shoot the shit" into the wee hours of the morning? Actually gunning down the discussants runs the risk of seriously interrupting one's career path, not to mention the tendency of most factory loads to over-penetrate, possibly damaging a laptop, poster, iPod, or wall, as well as draining one's damage deposit. An episode of C.S.I., "Burden of Proof", in which a murder is committed with a bullet fashioned from frozen meat, suggests that late night loquacity might be deterred by merely storing a few such projectiles(pork favored for Muslim, beef for Hindoo roomies)in the tiny freezer compartment of a shitty little dorm room refrigerator.
I guess I'll leave it to others to ponder whither comest our sense of sense of morality, desire for immortality, freedom and the like- from genes, memes or Jehovah. Or to what extent our civil liberties, representative governance, etc. arose from the Greeks, Romans, Iroquois or the swine-item vetoes of the Torah -and which, therefore, will not likely take root on alien soil more suitable for picking up stones and casting. Yep, the West is West and Bangladesh surely smells as bad as did East Pakistan.
Hmmm...not sure the above "works"...time to review the classic by Owen Harries: "A Primer[heh-heh-heh-get it?-how 'bout "Berdan of Proof*"?-sigh, never mind]For Polemicists."

Save Your Brass,
"Full Metal Jacket" Jim

*didja' know that the "proof" of distilled spirits usta' be determined by the colour of the flame arising from an equal mixture of gunpowder and booze?