There’s a big sense of calm around the house, but also a big sense of loss, still. I hear stories almost nightly about missing the jingling of his collar, or how he looked startled when the drugs hit his vein, or about how some things just remind us of him. (admission: I’m tearing up a …
Monthly Archives: April 2003
Obituary for Rambo Jones
Rambo “Bo-Bo” Augustus Dotson Jones Jan. 1, 1996 – April 21, 2003 Rambo Jones was put to sleep yesterday at 5:15 p.m. at Springhill Veterinary Clinic by injection. Rambo lived a full 7-plus years of life, becoming a member of the Jones household when he was four months old on April 15, 1996. He was …
Reuters, The Bastion of Bias
I don’t know anymore. Maybe Reuters has been kicked in the teeth by AP and UPI along with the instant news networks too many times, but they’re pretty much doing away with sensible reporting and headline writing. Chris Wright has documented some of Reuters headlines showing obvious democratic bias, but today I’d like to show …
Why reality shows suck, and also why they don’t suck
We get Time Magazine at home, and this particular week featured a short blurb on proposed Reality shows that are or are being considered for production. Proud admission of something many people would consider beneath themselves: I like reality shows–some of them. Basically, let’s run down the reality shows that have happened. I may forget …
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The war with Iraq: a continuing question
Two questions: Number one: Where’s Osama bin Laden? Remember him? The guy actually behind the 9-11 strikes? Number two: Is anyone else as skeptical as I am of the rush to label any drum of chemicals “possible weapons of mass destruction”? We’re not looking for smoking guns. We’re looking for justifications for what we’ve done. …
A dog with bite
Laureen and I have a chow-chow, approx. 7 years old, named Bo-Bo. His name was changed from Rambo in a deliberate move to de-aggress him (okay, it might not be a word, but I’m trying to capture the “je ne c’est what?” of the thing here). Prior to Wednesday night, I’d been bitten twice by …