FLOW

Lets just keep the environmental documentary theme rollin' and everybody watch Flow: For Love of Water after they watch Gasland.  Dig out the Prozac (just don't flush it down the toilet before you watch this one) and settle in.

Of course I'll give you my opinion, the same one I held previously to watching this film, clean water is a basic human, community and environmental right.  It's like air.  You can't corner the air market because air doesn't belong to anyone.  You could go what?  A minute without air (or ten if your some asshole named David Blaine.  Are you gonna make me disappear now David for public defamation?)  Neither does water.  You can only go like 2 days without water, so yeah.

Anyone who knows me apart from this blog or is one of the three consistent readers I have knows how angry environmental abuse makes me and this film only served to fan the flames.  Fuck off to the IMF, World Bank (we could write a book on these two and their war of attrition against third world countries but that's a whole 'nother rabble), Nestle, Suez, the stupid French company I can't pronounce and the US government for not doing more to protect our precious water supplies which we are so fortunately endowed with.  Now that I think of it, Gasland could even be a spin off of this film.  Sigh.  Rabble-B

Your Novembeard Reminder

Just a reminder folks, it is Novembeard now so, short of light trim around the edges or some nose hairs here and there, NO SHAVING!  And no this is not Movember, that's what Mustache March is for.  So if you're currently equipped with a mustache right now get rid of it and just don't participate all together, or let it all ride and rock a rippin' beard.  Grow on people!  Unrabble-B

PS- Turn your clocks back tonight.

Gasland

If you haven't watched this film do it.  Even though some of the filming and editing made me a little nauseous it's a shocking and depressing expose of our ever constant lust for money and the battle to ensure adequate environmental protections.

In this case water, which is of course the most precious of all resources we have and the easiest to fuck up.  Which natural gas fracking does a good job of.  I've read articles and seen news pieces on fracking before and the controversy but until you watch someone light their tap water on fire (or in this case like ten people) it seems kind of like one of those environmental things that is out of sight, out of mind.  Well, for a lot of people it seems, it's right in plain view.  Like a gas well in their front yard or in their bodies and in toxic water coming out of their tap.  Fuck me. 

Anyway, just watch it and get mad.  And, as if you need a reason to loathe the too recently departed Bush Administration, they were the one's (this specific action of which I was vaguely familiar with before the film) who created loopholes in the Clean Water and Clean Air Acts to allow oil and gas drilling to be exempted from abiding by the provisions to protect the environment and citizens.  Good job to everyone who voted for that hapless halfwit.  Not that the Obama Administration is really doing anything about it but you know.  You get the picture.  Rabble-B

Quote of the Week

"Dyin' aint much of a livin' boy." - Josey Wales

Unrabble-B

Street Pants

My Halloween costume this year was a pair of Joseph A Bank slacks I found on the street.  Well, actually we saw the guy that dropped them as he got into a cab and took off.  We tried to yell at him but he peaced out.  So I checked them out and they looked like they might fit.  Fast forward fifteen minutes to trying the slacks on, fitting perfectly and doing a few karate kicks for good measure and boom, Halloween costume.

Ok, so I didn't wear them tonight but I did have a giraffe finger puppet in my pocket in case anyone asked where my costume was.  And I watched Reanimator too.  And ate too much candy.  Ugh.  Rabble-B

PS-Almost forgot, the moral of the story is don't automatically discount clothing just because it's on the street.  We also found a rad women's jacket the day before and it fit Christine perfectly too.  It's now being dry cleaned. 

Warning:  Just because a piece of clothing is on the street does not mean it's appropriate to pick it up and try it on.  You'll probably get lice or some shit.  I saw plenty of clothing on the street this week that looked like they had barf on them.  So yeah, be careful.

PPS-Despite how this story might sound, we did not move to Berkeley and become hobos.  Seriously, we have an apartment, with a roof, and furniture and lots of clothes we bought at stores too.

Come-On-Cast

So after my recent rant about Comcast a customer care rep. named ComcastMark commented on my post.  You can read the comment for yourself.  However, I'm confused.  I would love to talk to Comcast, seriously, and relate my difficult experience if it helps them improve their customer service.  But, how did Comcast customer service find my blog and why did they comment on it?  I'm thinking Mark could be a bogus scam.  I'm not sure what could be trying to get out of me (I'm unemployed currently anyway so it's not like I have a whole lot of money).

What I'm most perplexed about is that Comcast has my phone number already (and email).  Pretty sure it's attached to my name and account number.  Why did Mark ask me to contact him with my phone number if he already has access to it?  He can call me and have a conversation about my frustrating experience.  What's even weirder is ComcastMark has a blog, comcastmark.blogspot.com created in Feb. 2008.  It has one post from June 3rd, 2011 and the title is "test".  What is going on here?  Did Comcast customer care create a blogspot account to respond to people like me?  Or is there a legitimate purpose?  I don't know, it all seems a little foggy and and fishy to me, but then again, read my blog, I'm predisposed to skepticism.

Anyway, Mark, if you're continuing to read my blog, first of all, do so for entertainment value, it's more fun that way.  And second please clear up the situation for me and hopefully I can shed some light on why I still don't have an ADT security system.  Rabble-B

The Boom Boom Room?

Yesterday, while riding the BART, I saw a woman reading a play called, In the Boom Boom Room.  Really?  I don't know where the Boom Boom Room is and I certainly don't want to know what goes on in that room.  That on is not currently in my "to read" pile right now.  Rabble-B