Aloha Daze

Yes, it’s true. Global Warming is to blame for just about everything.

And now… The next time you feel sick, tell the boss you can’t come to work today. Global Warming gave you a cold!

RLR

Science Fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke has died. The world of science fiction has lost an icon.

RLR

I went to a local produce market the other day, here in Honolulu, Hawaii. The open market is located on the Kapiolani Community College parking lot.

On the walk from my car to the market, I saw a person handing out some newspapers. I didn’t get a photo of her, or her publications, but they had the usual Bush Derangement Syndrome pictures and text.

I asked her what this was all about. She said that we needed to close Guantanamo Bay, and prevent the United States from attempting to conquer other countries, etc. etc. etc.

If she’d given me one of her newspapers, I’d have happily taken it and displayed it here, for easy ridicule. But she asked me if I’d like a paper; it only cost a dollar.

Um, no. I’ll not be financing a group that wants to place a failed government system here in the United States.

I did ask if she had a website. And she said yes. Revcom.us.

It doesn’t take any measure of investigative journalism to see that the website she was supporting on the sidewalk is the “Voice of the Revolutionary Communist Party, USA.”

Now, it doesn’t come as a surprise to me that a communist party has found a home on the parking lot of a college. Especially here in the liberal state of Hawaii. I just irritates me to find someone that actually believes the crap being spewed from some cheesball group that thinks that communist/socialism is the best solution. The truth of the matter is that communism hasn’t worked, doesn’t work, and will never work. It’s a failed government system. (Failed for the people that it supposedly supports. Not for the ones in charge of the government, of course.)

If I see her again when I visit the market, I’ll try and take her picture. After all, she’s in a public location. She must be so proud of the bullcrap she’s pushing. After all, it’s the freedom of living in the United States that has afforded her the ability to be clueless about living here.

Update Yes, that picture now appears in this posting. I wrote this article when my site was down, and have since taken that photo. Note just how many people are interested in the things she’s selling. Yep. They’re standing in line, alright.

RLR

Well, after much frustration with my old web host, I’ve moved to another one. In fact, I’m still moving. But the 800 pound gorilla that is Aloha Daze seems to be back online. (Nothing like moving around mySQL databases, and relinking them to the code…)

Now, if I can just remember all the things I wanted to say for the last two months…

They say the first thing to go is the mind…. well, I did mind… and that’s why I moved.

RLR

In Hawaii legend, rain is considered a blessing from the gods.

On Black Friday - the Friday after Thanksgiving - the people of Hawaii celebrated the win of the University of Hawaii Warriors football team, as they won the WAC championship at Aloha Stadium for the first time since they joined the WAC twenty-nine years ago. It was, arguably, the best game in the history of the University.

Minutes later, in Honolulu, the showers that were forming came together, and the rain fell.

The blessings were well received by everyone.

RLR

Well, those spammers out there continued to annoy me. They’ll find holes in places you didn’t even know you had places.

So I’ve added a code-verification, care of ProtectWebForm.com.

Now the trick to posting is that you must be registered.. you must be logged in.. and you must type in the correct code in the image verification. (First time posters will have to wait until I approve their first comment.)

It’s not perfect by any stretch… but I’m hoping it cuts down on the spam a great deal. We shall see.

RLR

For those in and around Hawaii, the phrase is Mele Kalikimaka!

Merry Christmas!

RLR

So I took a test for fun and… (more…)

Ok. I’m not a superstitious man. I’ll walk under a ladder if it’ll drive a friend nuts to watch me do it. Having said that….

Those that know me well know that I have this number that follows me throughout life. I see it in places all the time. I mention this to people, and they look at me like I’ve grown a third arm. When I point out the number, backed by photos and evidence, people are stunned. (Mostly me.)

My magic number is “214.” I grew up in Dallas, Texas, where the area code is 214, so I get a lot of grief from family. (”Yeah! I see that number all the time when I look in the phone book! Yuk yuk yuk.”)

Only I see it in other places all the time. It’s gotten to the point where I just ignore it and laugh. (I still remember watching President Bush give a speech on aircraft carrier Abraham Lincoln in May 2003. In the background was, I believe, an F-14. Printed in big numbers on the side of it was “214.”)

But today the numbers are all out to get me.

Yeah, it’s 06/06/06. Feh. Just another day. I don’t care. So I went about my business today. Paid a bill. Took the car to the shop (needed a tire.)

Then I left the auto shop.

At 2:14pm.

Of course.

Ignoring that, I went to Waikiki, where there was practically nowhere to park. I finally spotted the only open metered parking stall, and parked. The meters are numbered.

I parked at meter 214.

Laughing, I just got out of the car, paid the city it’s share of quarters for the day, and went about my business.

Afterwards, I wanted to stop at Sam’s Club to buy a couple of things. As is usually the case, I got everything I needed, and grabbed something I didn’t - an impulse buy - on the way out.

My total? 3456. That’s $34.56. Sheesh. I stare the receipt in disbelief. Then I note the time I checked out printed on the receipt: 8:41 PM. Only it’s printed in military time.

20:41.

I drove straight home, walked into my apartment, and locked the door.

I’m not superstitious. But I’ve had enough. I’m going to bed.

I’m looking forward to 06/07/06.

With my luck, I’ll wake up at 2:14 AM.

RLR

Welcome to the day that superstitious people throughout the land will be hiding in their homes, under their beds, one hand over their eyes and the other on a rabbit’s foot.

Welcome to the sixth month, the sixth day, in the sixth year of the 2000s. Welcome to 06/06/06.

There are any number of things you could do today to make it memorable. To counterbalance the evil of the day, I offer you three:

1. Go to Hell.
   Hell, Michigan, that is. Can’t make the drive? Visit their online site: Hell2U.com.
2. See a movie.
   A new version of an old classic, The Omen comes out in theaters today.
3. Buy a book.
   Ann Coulter’s Godless: The Church of Liberalism comes out in bookstores today. All about how the liberals on the left are working mighty hard to remove God from everyday life in the United States.

There you go. Three things to make your little slice of.. Michigan.. a fun and memorable day.

RLR