Friday, April 29, 2005

Kevin Smith Previews Revenge of the Sith

Web server hosting the comments (not really a preview) is slashdotted, aka farked - here's the text.

Monday, April 25, 2005

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Socioeconomic imapacts of energy production in Pinedale

Bonanza shakes dust from Western towns

From the article:
•Wyoming counties with population surges because of energy development are reporting an increase in domestic violence and drug use.

•Since 1997, traffic has increased sixfold on scenic U.S. Highway 189.

•Fire department calls have tripled in three years and ambulance calls rose 50 percent.

•Skyrocketing property values and lack of affordable housing are making it difficult to retain sheriff’s deputies and public school teachers.

•Recreational tourists, who have been important to the economy, often can’t find hotel rooms because they’re all taken by gas field workers.

•Planners estimate that 1,000 new homes will be built (this in a county of only 6,400 inhabitants) in the coming years, marring the beauty of the Upper Green River Valley and fragmenting wildlife habitat.

Shetler's Dairy produces the best milk I have ever tasted from a cow

Dairy Farmers Keeping Milk Close to Home

Pinedale, WY makes it onto NPR

NPR : Oil Revenues Not Enough for Wyoming Town

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Cats and Dogs

Cleaning up old mail I found this:

----- Forwarded message -----

As Seen in a Dog's Diary:

8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!

As seen in a Cat's Diary:

Day 183 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little
dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to
eat dry cereal.

The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of
escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining
the occasional piece of furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around
their feet while they were walking almost succeeded --
must try this at the top of the stairs.

In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on
their favorite chair -- must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless
body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am
capable of, and to try to strike fear into their
hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a
good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to
plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices.
I was placed in solitary throughout the event.

However, I could hear the noise and smell the food.

More importantly I overheard that my confinement was
due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this
is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and
maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and
seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a
half-wit.

The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant,
and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he
reports my every move. Due to his current placement
in the metal room, his safety is assured.

But I can wait, it is only a matter of time......


----- End forwarded message -----