By Cyberquill • 11/02/2013 •
When people die, what happens to their guns? Who gets them?
My technical understanding of firearms—of anything, actually, firearms included—is sketchy at best, but I imagine that when properly stored and maintained, or at least unless exposed to corrosive influences like excessive humidity or whatnot, modern heat remains fully operational for many generations. I suppose plenty of Wild-West-era colts and Winchester rifles still exist today whose basic functionality has eroded little to none.
Commendable as background checks are, these checks necessarily extend to no one but the original purchaser of a given firearm and not to, say, his or her mentally disoriented great-grandson that will one day … Read More →
By Cyberquill • 10/15/2013 •
If I like to go mountain-biking in my spare time, my employer surely isn’t required to cover the cost for the helmet I may wish to wear on the trail.
Ergo, if I consider it safer to pedal about the woods with protective headgear on, I must foot my helmet bill out of my own pocket.
If I enjoy playing ice hockey in my downtime, my employer isn’t required to cover my shin pads. So if I’m worried about damage to my tibia from its colliding with an opponent’s unyielding hockey stick, I’ll have to spring for the pads myself.
In fact, that’s what a salary is for. We go to work to make money not only to be able to afford life’s necessities, such as food and rent, but also … Read More →
By Cyberquill • 08/23/2013 •
Dr Phil seems to have fluttered some hyper-sensitive dovecotes by tweeting the following survey question:
If a girl is drunk, is it OK to have sex with her? Reply yes or no to @DrPhil #teensaccused
Seems like a perfectly harmless and legitimate question, does it not?
Yet somehow it caused such an uproar that the good doctor, or his Twitter staff, saw no alternative but to delete it “almost immediately” according to The Daily News, which promptly ran a story headlined “Dr. Phil sexual assault tweet sparks outrage, prompts petition”.
While hooking up with plastered tail may indeed constitute a form of sexual assault—after all, being intoxicated impairs a person’s capacity … Read More →
By Cyberquill • 08/13/2013 •
The Huffington Post recently ran a piece by a lady named Eternity E Martis titled Why I Don’t Sleep With White Guys.
In it, Ms Martis, a “mixed-race girl” generally classified as black but residing in a “predominantly white city,” laments that “nothing comes without a race.”
Specifically, when meeting white men (i.e., the most plentiful variety available at her geographic location), she found that her ethnic otherness, as it were, invariably tended to be “at the forefront” of these encounters—not in the sense of racial animosity being directed against her, but, quite on the contrary, in the sense that white men either seemed disproportionately intrigued by her exotic features at the expense of all other qualities she would bring to the table (or the bed, for that matter), or they would resort to peculiar pickup lines like … Read More →
By Cyberquill • 08/05/2013 •
There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives.
Those who are lucky enough to find it, ease like water over a stone, on to its fluid contours, and are home.
Some find it in the place of their birth; others may leave a seaside town, parched, and find themselves refreshed in the desert. There are those born in rolling countryside who are really only at ease in the intense and busy loneliness of the city. (from “Damage” by Josephine Hart)
When completing your Facebook profile, you’re asked to “Add Your Hometown,” a term I’ve always found quite … Read More →
By Cyberquill • 08/04/2013 •
Jenny belongs to a retired couple who reside a few houses up the street. Because she hates car rides and I currently “work” from home, whenever her owners take a day trip or go on vacation, they just drop her off at my house. And so Jenny and I have become fast friends over the years.
Although of amiable disposition most of the time, Jenny has zero tolerance for cats. Any feline espied will be chased mercilessly to the end of the world and beyond if necessary.
Yesterday, Jenny and I once again spent the afternoon together. At one point, as we were kicking back in the yard, the neighbor’s cute little gray kitty trespassed on the property, as it often does. The cat must have been about … Read More →
By Cyberquill • 08/02/2013 •
Here’s another new song I wrote:
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The lyrics are posted here.
By Cyberquill • 07/31/2013 •
Once upon a time, musicians could make money selling records.
Of course, the majority of recording artists—as has been true of artists in virtually every field ever since artists were invented—never sold anything, and even among the select few lucky enough to find an audience for their work, the business suits behind the scenes, such as management and record companies, generally siphoned off the lion share of the profits.
Even so, money, and boatloads of it, could be made just from selling canned music, simply because buying recordings used to be the easiest and often the only way for people to be able to listen to their favorite … Read More →
By Cyberquill • 07/25/2013 •
Presumably, the Cambridges figured there hasn’t been a King George to harry (no pun intended) the wayward colonialists in so long, so they named their first-born moppet George Alexander Louis.
Johnny Cash, of course, would be having a field day immortalizing in song the future king of the empire on which the Sun sets multiple times a day.
Given Will & Kate’s manifest penchant for the subliminal, should the royal GAL get a brother, how about naming him Urban Samuel Albert?
By Cyberquill • 07/19/2013 •
I wrote a new song. Not that I wrote a new song one last time, but that’s the title of the song:
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The lyrics are posted here.
By Cyberquill • 07/08/2013 •
Forgive me for posting these somewhat obnoxious-looking topless selfies, but here’s my point:
I’ve been a vegetarian for 20 years, and it really steams my beam whenever I hear some clueless ultracrepidarian dingbat hold forth on how one must feast on steak & potatoes to avoid looking like Gandhi on a hunger strike, and that consuming non-trivial amounts of animal protein on a regular basis is key to building and maintaining muscle mass.
Of course, such views are utter nonsense, and I have the body to prove it, if I may say so myself with all due humility.
Although I do alternate months or years of full-scale veganism with periods where I can’t afford supplements to furnish me with those nutrients “commonly lacking in a vegetarian diet” (such as Vitamin B12), wherefore I intermittently … Read More →
By Cyberquill • 06/29/2013 •
The Defense of Marriage Act is dead.
(To be precise, only §3 of DOMA, which for all federal purposes defined marriage as “a legal union between one man and one woman as husband and wife,” has been ruled unconstitutional, but that’s close enough.)
What’s not so good is the manner in which it was put to the sword.
A few days before the decision in United States v. Windsor, which would effectively kill DOMA by striking down its §3, was handed down, one John Sarratt, a Raleigh attorney, unrelated albeit referring to this very case, summed up his personal judicial philosophy in response to … Read More →