Who I am:
I operate under a couple of aliases:
dr_whuh  (You don't have to pronounce the "dr" part. If you want me, just yell, "Whuh?".)
and
BB, kaffyr's nickname for me on the Television Without Pity (TWoP) forums.
In the Real World, I get called Bob a lot.

Andrew Louis McNeill Berlien, performing They Might Be Giants'
She's An Angel
Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.

My previous post showed up on the Friends Page of one vmelasr .
I believe that I just pissed myself.

Spam, fraud: "vmelasr" running Ponzi scheme on LJ, "friending" people randomly

"vmlasr" (http://vmelasr.livejournal.com/) has

1. Made me his/her "friend" for the second time. I don't know "vmelasr", and neither do the five or so of my *real* friends that this person(?) lists as "friends".

2. Has, on three occasions to date, placed ads on "his" (for brevity's sake) Journal, attempting to recruit "home workers". This is not only a violation of LJ's "no doing business" rule, it is a fraudulent pyramid or "Ponzi" scheme (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ponzi_scheme). The dates of the "ads" are:
February 4th, 2009, 05:24 pm
February 6th, 2009, 06:03 pm (A blatant display ad which lays out the details of this Ponzi scheme)
February 10th, 2009,03:36 pm

The rest of the LJ's content is what appears to be a rambling short story about a very disturbed person.

I don't want "vmelasr" bothering me anymore, and as I understand such things, "vmelasr" is using LiveJournal in a way that breaks the law, via said pyramid scheme.

Please investigate and take appropriate action; I don't need "vmelasr", and neither do you good folk at LiveJournal.

BTW, how do I get "vmelasr" off of my "friend of" list?

Thanks,

dr_whuh
http://dr-whuh.livejournal.com/

Crank it.


Patsy Cline, taking my favorite Bob Wills & The Texas Playboys tune around the block.

My only regret in this historic week has been that Mom and Dad, and my other relatives of their generation aren't around to experience it. Lou Berlien and Roberta Conkell were both adults during the Depression, and I was raised with stories of their heroes, Abe Lincoln and Franklin D. Roosevelt.

They had no truck with totalitarianism, Fascists or Commies. During WWII they both worked in defense plants. Mom wasn't Rosie the Riveter -- she was Bert the Welder, and it convinced her that she was as good as any man. Dad's brother Bob took a bullet in the shoulder at Anzio, and years later went to his grave with the German slug in his arm, because doctors scared him worse than Nazis.

Mom and Dad were both union stewards, and when I was a baby they took turns carrying me on the picket line when their local went on strike. The blood of Organized Labor runs in my veins -- around the turn of the (twentieth) century, my Grandpa Berlien organized with his fellow coal miners in southern Indiana to strike for an eight-hour, six-day work week. They got shot at by the goons the mine owners hired for their efforts (and won the better working conditions). Grandpa Conkell? A life-long railroad man, and yup, a Union Man too. He worked on the Grand Trunk/Canadian National line through Michigan to Toronto. Mom was born in Canada, and became a U.S. citizen as a child, when Grandpa moved the family to Battle Creek, Michigan.

Dad was a coal miner as a young man, too, until he scraped up some dough, went to college to get his teacher's certificate, and taught in a one-room school. Hard times hit, so he moved to Battle Creek, where there was work in the factories. He saved enough money to bring his father, mother, and kid brother out of the poverty of the failing coal mines.

Neither he nor Mom could stand or understand bigotry of any kind. He told me that we're all the same kind of critter, and that every coal miner was black when he walked out of the shaft at the end of his shift. Mom believed that God had built a big, beautiful garden, and that if all the flowers were the same color He'd be bored. When we lived for a year in a very segregated Florida in 1959, she made a point of entering stores through the "coloreds'" door. She had to explain to me that the drinking fountains that stood only about three feet from the floor weren't put there out of kindness to kids, but that they were there because the "coloreds" couldn't drink from the adult-height, refrigerated, "whites only" fountains. She was so ashamed at this that, from then on, we both drank from the same fountain, and she had to get on her knees to do it. It would have been one of the highest points of my parents' lives if they could have seen a black person living in the White House.

And their son Bob? He grew up to marry a Canadian Union Maid (who's getting her American citizenship), be a Union Organizer, and vote for the first President who wasn't a white guy. And it's all their fault. Y'see, Bob wanted to follow in the footsteps of his heroes.

apostle_of_eris just sent me this link, laying out Obama's and Biden's plans for the future. I haven't read the whole thing, but from what I have, and the speed with which they got it on line, I think I'm just liable to like these guys. Pretty gutsy, putting it right out there where everyone can see it and hold them accountable to it.

Meanwhile, Bush's people are trying to figure out what "transition team" means, because they never had one. They were too busy making up lies about Clinton's team's supposed vandalism of the White House as they left to make room for the Thief-in-Chief and his crew of thugs and goons. And I imagine that Cheney made sure that nobody was made aware of The Presidential Transition Act of 2000 (P.L. 106-293) . It might have led someone to believe that they could actually Read The Fine Manual for hints as how to move into the Executive Branch, let alone that big handbook, the Constitution.

Hey, carnyjack ! 

Happy Fuckin' Birthday!

Any questions?

Kyped from Will Shetterly, as is the link to the music I'm listening to right now. Note to Emma & Steve: That really doesn't suck! Jeez, I miss Y'all. Won't you please come to Chicago ("Y'all" includes Will, of course)?

Golly! Three plugs & a desperate invitation in one post. Purty sneaky, eh?


Icon photo (c) Fred A. Levy Haskell

My once-and-future bass player Sandy "Gonzo" Andina wrote and sings this, and old pal Steve Rich put the vid together:



Palin wouldn't last five minutes in a broken-beer-bottle fight debate with Gonzo.  She was a contestant on Jeopardy, and would've won if her opponent hadn't cheated in the way he held his "buzzer button".  She won't get fooled again.

Apparently, neither candidate ever attended a high school debate. I've heard their stump speeches.

The format of the debate was terrible; I'd love to see one where a question was asked, and each candidate had two minutes to answer it. If a candidate fails to give a direct answer within that time, said idiot shall be forced to step one foot closer to a rabid wolverine, chained to the middle of the stage.

Should both candidates answer the question, a three minute free-for-all period follows, during which anything short of direct physical violence goes: interrupting, name-calling, shouting the opponent down; extra credit is given to anyone brave and fast enough to pick up wolverine feces and pitch them at the opponent. A free electoral vote if the shit hits the other dickwad.

Hugs back, kids!

I suppose that I should have explained the whole Nerdfighters thing a bit more. So I will, especially for those who haven't read the comments -- including mine -- on my previous post. If you have read those comments, you can probably skip the following, as it's largely a matter of "copy & drop".
My old pal markiv1111  said, "...I don't get it, either as a joke or 'not a joke' -- not at all clear what this is all about or why it matters." Following is my reply, expanded a bit:

I stumbled on 'em on YouTube. Started by two (quite nerdish) brothers. From their YouTube site :

Hank and John Green, Brothers for over 27 years, decided not to write to each other during all of 2007, and instead make daily video blogs.
Though the project "Brotherhood 2.0" has now ended, they decided to keep updating the YouTube channel at least once a week. Additionally, the community of nerdfighters that they helped create is now stronger than ever, and lives at:
http://www.nerdfighters.com

The term "Nerdfighters" is a bit confusing. The concept is not to fight against nerds (heaven forefend!), but to be "Nerds Who Fight".  "Made of Awesome. United against Suck."
As someone who has spent his adult life proudly, via thought, word and deed, telling folk that I am a nerd/geek/spaz/foureyes/dork/egghead/dweeb/... , I thought this was kinda neat, so I signed up.
Buncha fun people -- they're, well, sorta us , in a way,.
For Further info, check out:

NERDFIGHTERS HOME PAGE: http://nerdfighters.ning.com/

NERDFIGHTER HAPPY DANCE PROJECT (If you don't click on any other of these links, ya gotta catch this one):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxYNUu_2egM&NR=1

JOHN AND HANK GREEN (NERDFIGHTERS) YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/vlogbrothers

Next up: WHY I REALLY LIKE THE NERDFIGHTERS' "HAPPY DANCE PROJECT"

Today I received a nice note from the talented and lovely mjlayman , in response to my "Welcome!" post. In an attempt to respond to her, I managed to delete said "Welcome!" post from this lj, taking her note with it.

So here's her comment, and my reply, so my reputation as an asshole doesn't get more evidence: